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zabimarushoney67 · 10 months

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You may simply consider this a gush/confess if you wish.

There's something romantic to me in the complete trust involved in domination. Another person allowing themselves to become vulnerable and pliable for me.

I think its something Jushiro would enjoy. The trust involved I mean. Even in a non-sexual context. Just the intimate control involved in massaging someone (massage scenarios 👌👌👌).

Anyways, ramble done

-@dragon-anon

So anyway here you go! After a few months, I finally decided to come up with the massage scenarios/one shots for our beloved bleach captains! Our white haired angel Jūshirō being the first star of the show of course 🥰 Thanks a million for being so active here I appreciate it so much 😭🙏🏼, I hope you enjoy!👋🏽😋

🌸The Art of Touching You🌸

SS👀FLUFF💟MDI⚠️

-My take on massage one shot, story scenario thingies idk what you call them (from two different perspectives giving one, and receiving one) from 3 of our beloved bleach captains! Giving referring to reader x character and Receiving referring to character x reader

Lineup: Jūshirō Ukitake, Shunsui Kyoraku, Byakua Kuchiki

Warnings: Some groping but we’re massaging so it’s kind of an occupational hazard, medium language, roaming hands, tongue kisses, moaning from pain relief(?), brat tamer byakuya! !Minors do not interact! Mostly sfw 😜

🌸Jūshirō Ukitake🌸

💠Giving: Jūshirō places the last box, scribbled in big black sharpie, “Living Room”, down on the fluffy carpet. Dusting his hands in a clapping motion, he sighs happily staring at the stacked boxes that laid waist to the living room. Some opened and some still securely taped from the move. Taking a lone lamp from the craziness, he places it next to the sofa and turns it on before shuffling to meet you in the kitchen for dinner ideas.

Opened Chinese containers, used chopsticks, and fortune cookie wrappers decorated the rough set up area you and Jūshirō called in for the night. “You’re so tense tonight Shiro,” you speak to him in gentle consideration, knowing just how hard he’s worked today to make this move happen.

Your thumbs press into a tough knot that had formed over Jūshirō’s left shoulder, “thank your for bringing all the boxes in today, my love.” You hum gently in praise for his good work. Jūshirō sits shirtless between your legs on the floor, his hair pulled into a messy man-bun as you took place on the sofa behind him.

A stupid reality TV show played as subtle background noise, your TV sitting upon the still-packed away TV stand. A disgruntled groan left Jūshirō’s lips now and then as you pushed on his tender muscles. “Not so rough now, babe.” He hisses through his teeth and forces his bottom lip in a soft pout. The pad of your thumb swipes in large circles over the knot repetitively. “I’m sorry Shiro, I just don’t want this thing getting any worse.” You swoon apologetically at him slowly working your hands up to the back of his neck.

You had figured to give the knot some rest before you accidentally bruise him there. Jūshirō hums contently at the feeling of your gentle hands squeezing the muscles where his neck meets his back, rubbing more gentle circles between his shoulder blades. You catch yourself smiling fondly when you see Jūshirō hang his head under your fingertips. Jūshirō closed his eyes, fighting off the sleep that hung over him with each rotation.

Massage work quickly became mindless with the passing time. Cackling loudly at the TV, you followed along with the episode. This show was straight ridiculous, with it’s over dramatized couples fighting for pathetic reasons. It gave you something to focus on as your hands gripped and groped your boyfriends strong arms —the same ones you couldn’t wait to be held in later. Jūshirō sat quietly with his arms hanging over your knees, holding onto your shins with his large hands.

Gentle moans leave his mouth as you hit a tense spot under his bicep. His soft noises turn your attention there forcing your movements into soft kneads, running the muscle up and down under your palm.

Jūshirō’s lanky body melted like putty as you molded and reworked all the spots once more. Rolling his head into your lap his eyes landed in yours. “I love it when you touch me,” his voice sounding soft and faint. He’s so pretty, you thought as your heart fluttered from the look on his sleepy face, it bloomed a blushing smile on your own. “Well, I love touching you,” you cooed sweetly at him, placing your hands on his face you leaned in to place a kiss on his soft lips.

Move in day had been a success, now your life together can truly start. Forever is out there somewhere but it started here, in this peaceful serenity first.

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💠Receiving: These late hours were surely going to be the death of you at some point, you thought rolling your neck around. Stretching your arms in front of you and locking your fingers together, you swivel around in your desk chair. “Time to finally leave,” you sang happily grabbing your purse and keys from besides your desk drawer.

The office was in desperate need of overtime workers, and making a little more cash sounded pretty good to you when the email was sent out. It originally was only planned over the holidays but it bled further into the advancing Spring Semester Quota. The money was good, but it was leaving your relationship stagnant and tense, and you solemnly missed your husband, his gentle embrace, his dazzling smile.

Spending more time at the office and less of it at home made for missing a lot of things. Birthdays, get-togethers, holidays, and dates all becoming stressors and ‘extras’, then being genuine memories you create with the ones you’re supposed to love.

Opening your door and stepping through the threshold, the entryway desk digital clock flashes 11:02 pm on its black LED surface. You quietly pushed the door shut behind you and took a deep breath of your home's comfortable air. The house was dim and quiet, Jūshirō was probably sleeping you thought sadly, but he had been nice enough to leave some lights on for you.

Hanging your purse on the wall rack you kicked your heels off on the rubber mat meant for household shoes. They perched against Jūshirō’s work shoes that lay so nicely side by side and up against the wall. You smile softly thinking of the beautiful life you’ve managed to create with the man you love.

“Are you just getting home?” Jūshirō’s smooth, quiet voice jolts you from your reminiscent thoughts and thwarted you back into reality. “I thought you’d be in bed by now,” you say in surprise to his sudden appearance on the stairway. “Couldn’t sleep,” he sighed leaning an elbow on the column to the railing. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you spoke, sounding rigid —this wasn’t like either of you but going weeks, months, probably, without one another has deeply rooted this uncomfortable tension. For you anyway.

You nervously bit your bottom lip and looked down at your toes as they wiggled on the cool, dark wood floor. “How was your day,” Jūshirō pushes, noticing the slight discomfort you presented in his presence. “Long. Exhausting, you know. The usual.” You sighed out, chuckling to yourself by your nervous reaction to your husband. It didn’t feel as if you had been married to him for 10 years, but you certainly had. Getting married in your early twenties, and starting adulthood early got you here, in your own beautiful home with Jūshirō.

Taking a the last step down to your level, Jūshirō prowls behind you like a tiger, eying you up and down in your sleek pencil skirt and frilly white blouse, admiring how fitted it was around your waist. “What are you doing?” You ask stilling in your spot as he stood at your back. “What I can’t hug my wife?” “Maybe, give her a much needed massage after a long day?” Jūshirō chides you jokingly.

He laughs heartily, draping his arms around you from behind, swaddling you up against his solid chest, trapping you there. “I just-,” you stop, feeling an ache in your chest. “You work a lot.” Jūshirō began, “but, that will never change how much I love you.” His patience and fiery warmth, left you with fuzzy feelings and a deep blush covering your face. Tears collected at your corners, threatening to fall down your cheeks as you had assumed Jūshirō was fed up with your schedule.

He gently released you with a kiss on your temple. His big hands landed on your slouching shoulders. With steady and continuous pressure, he squeezed and unsqueezed your exhausted body. Pressing and ringing out your built up, untamed stress. For weeks, it had felt like the world was taking residence upon your back. Getting heavier with each passing week of long days, and 35+ hours of overtime. Jūshirō provided you with the care you desired at the exact moment you truly needed it.

Jūshirō pressed both thumbs in between your shoulder blades and rubbed in deep circles there. He could feel your upper back crack under his thumb pads. You groaned deeply with his generously applied pressure in the sorest part of your body. Your slouching habit had developed and matured to an unhealthy amount of time spent that way. You swore to yourself to correct it eventually, and Jūshirō’s loving massage was helping wonders, you couldn’t possibly ruin it by slouching more tomorrow.

Moving his fingers up to your neck, Jūshirō pushes your head down to elongate your muscles and making his thumbs trek easier along them. Swiftly up and down, his long thumbs roamed, stretching out the taut skin. “Fuck..” you breathed through your nose, the pressure was hard to bare but so needed. You dared not to halt Jūshirō’s skilled fingers.

What had meant to be a quick, simple, and loving gesture turned into a long, deep tissue massage standing in your entryway. Jūshirō kept rubbing and squeezing because he noticed just how much you sank into his touch, relaxing as you stood under him. It was sweet, and the first time he’s got to see you so relieved in weeks. The comfortable silence, your soft breathing, and little groans flooded Jūshirō’s heart with such warming joy, he couldn’t resist the grin on his face.

All these years, good and bad, you have always been a hard worker and a dependable person to him. Even now, Jūshirō understood that everything you’ve done as of late, was for the sake of your peaceful life together. Even if you never noticed the hard work you put in, Jūshirō saw it and appreciated everything you had ever sacrificed for him and your happiness together.

Kissing the back of your head, Jūshirō pulls you back into his arms overflowing with adoration for you. “I love you my dear,” “thank you for everything that you do.” He speaks softly in your ears as the clock strikes midnight.

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🌸Shunsui Kyoraku🌸

💠Giving: The radiant sun beat down on Shunsui’s tanned, muscled back. Laying underneath and soaking up the UV rays on a lounge chair, Shunsui’s long brown hair gently swayed in the salty wind as it was collected at his shoulders and upper back. This vacation was the best idea you had come up with by far.

Getting tired of the rural, in the mountains, Japanese getaways you two usually plan, this one was different. This one, landed you in the tropics of the islands. Palm trees, salty sea spray, hot golden sand, a cozy balcony, and an impeccable view of the vast blue ocean from the presidential suite, spoke of luxury and deep relaxation for you both.

A couple bottles of Tequila and Rum lay empty on the ground around Shunsui’s napping body. His beloved sake being scarce around the island, he’s had to settle for something more attuned to the culture around here. Finding out that he’s terribly addicted to piña-coladas was shocking, even for him. The fruity drink had quickly become his favorite choice anywhere you two had settled for drinks and food.

Opening the balcony door, you sway onto the warm cobbled stone of the beautifully decorated area. A colada and a chic glass filled with a sex on the beach in your hands. Gaudy pink sunglasses cover your eyes, protecting them from the sun. You place the drinks on the glass end table between the lounge chairs and slowly crank the umbrella over the sitting area. Your sheer white sun cover twirled in the breeze, slinking across your smooth skin and down your shoulders as you sat across your sleeping, incredibly handsome fiancé.

“I had some drinks ordered for us babe,” you said with a cute smile on your lips. Kicking your bare feet out and crossing them, you lay relaxed on your palms as they sink into the plush cushions. Shunsui’s smoky eyes peered open at you and a lazy smile grows across his face. “Mah, look at you,” “looking all delectable and delicious underneath the blue sky,” “my lady, is smokin’,” “and I’m one lucky man,” His deep voice purred as he pushed out his lips out against the soft cloth in admiration.

Pushing himself from his position he reaches for his colada and falls back in place on his belly. Missing the straw a few times before catching it with his lips, he finally pulls a first sip, humming happily as the pineapple and coconut flavors exploded in his parched maw. Bringing his golden aviator styled glasses down over his face, Shunsui sprawls back out on the chair, resting his head on crossed arms.

Seeing him so relaxed and carefree was rare, you gazed lovingly over his slumped body. Recently his job has become his entire world. Even at home, he spends long hours in his study, reviewing purchase orders, numbers, and stocks. So studying him now, soaking in all the fruits of his labor was satisfying for you, to say the least.

Sipping down your drink and setting the empty glass down on the table, had made room for some playful thoughts to cross your mind. Without thinking, your body crawled over his back. Spreading your knees you sat down on the back of his thighs and ran your fingers up his smooth, hot back. So warm, and such a pretty color- you thought as his burning skin moved under your fingers. A warm groan leaves Shunsui as he feels you spread your hands over his back, pushing up his spine and back down again.

“Where’s all this coming from, petal?” Shunsui hums, sorely hiding his appreciation for your efforts within his question. “I honest to God, couldn’t give you an exact answer, my love.” “I just felt like touching you, and,” “you work very hard.” “For me, for you, for our life together, and for your company.”

Your pure honesty made Shunsui’s heart swell up with emotion in his chest. He smiles fondly from your genuine words from where he lay under you. “Now look at us, living it up in the tropics,” you say the sound of your laugh getting lost in your words. “Think of it, as my token of appreciation for you, baby.” You coo. Your smile never leaving your lips, as you leaned down to place supple kisses on his shoulders.

“This was all your idea, my love.” “The best idea, might I add,” Shunsui teases playfully, grinning now after hearing your happily given praise. Your hands continue their exploration over the expanse of his back. Your eyes scanning all his delicious muscle lines, remembering each little freckle and sun spot that decorated his broad shoulders and upper back.

You knead his lower back and up his sides, quieting a moan that bubbles up as you felt his muscles flex under your hands. He’s so fucking yummy —your mind fills with all the times he’s flexed during sex, and how it drove you wild every time. This time was no different. Shunsui’s physique alone, was enough to make you drool like a puppy waiting for a treat.

You simply couldn’t help yourself as you laid down over his body and started smooching his skin. Your swimsuit covered breast pushed against his back as you arched into him. Softly licking and nibbling at him with your plush lips. “Mm fuck, petal.” “Keep doing that and you’re gonna have a hard problem in your hands” Shunsui drawls out, tugging on his lower lip between his perfect teeth. “I just can’t help myself Shun,” “I can stop, if you want me to.” You pout with a sly grin on your face. Knowing him, it would be the last thing he’d want. “No, no, no.” “Please, continue.” He spit out quickly, making you giggle as you already knew.

Your playful teasing, flirtatious giggles, and roaming hands turned into heavy panting and shrill screams as Shunsui soared you to brand new heights, right there on that lounge chair. The evening panned perfectly, ending the day with shaking legs, soft kisses, and some damn good sleep in the cali king bed. Prepping you two for another day full of adventure as you sank deeper into your week long vacation, with the love of your life.

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💠Receiving: The sound of water hissing as it’s tossed on hot stones sizzled through the air. The thick, humid heat of the sauna stuck to your skin as you slouched against the wood paneling. Shunsui ladles another hefty dose of water over the rocks, filling the room with more steam. His built body glistened, slick with sweat and his chest hair clinging against his pecs. Leaning back on the wood Shunsui places his arms on the ledge behind you, breathing in deeply as his sore muscles relaxed with the soothing heat.

You lean into his body, your towel straining to hold up against your cleavage. Shunsui’s eyes glance down at your body as you move into him, your skin effortlessly slides against his and it’s kind of a turn on — he wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself. A gentle smile spreads on his lips from your close contact and the delightful view of your towel squished bosom. “Well aren’t you just adorable,” Shunsui coos at you, blush covering his cheeks as he peered into your owlish blinking eyes.

“I figured you’d be to hot to cuddle in here,” he says affectionately, bringing and arm down and around your shoulder. “It is but, it’s a good kind of heat,” you admit smiling as he presses you against his bare chest. “This is really helping,” you say quietly, making Shunsui look curiously down at you. “Are you sore?” He inquires with a slight frown on his face. “Yeah, a little,” you sigh deeply through your nose, the hot air stinging your nostrils. “I’m so sorry,” “I tried to be gentle this time, I swear!” Shunsui pouts squeezing your shoulder under his palm. “Not from that you pervert!” You screech, playfully smacking his chest over and over.

“If not from that,” “then why are you sore, my love?” Shunsui grins, chuckling at your reaction and embarrassedly blushed face. “I did something to my shoulder,” “I don’t know what, maybe lifting something,” “but it hurts anytime I move it.” You explain, gently rotating your shoulder. You wince with a grimace as it came around full circle. “I see, do you want me to rub it,” “maybe the heat and my skilled hands can help relieve some of that tension,” Shunsui flirts, playfully pursing his lips at you. “I would actually really enjoy a massage right now,” “but don’t get any ideas Kyoraku!” You hiss, hoping your tone will sate that sexual demon that dwells in the pits of Shunsui’s mind.

“On my life,” “I just want to help you feel better,” Shunsui says placing a large palm over his heart. “Okay, I believe you,” you say with a shrug swiveling around to face away from the man. Lifting his heavy body, he flows with your movement as he placed his fingers in your towel, tugging it gently. Swatting his hand away you peek behind your shoulder, “you just said you’d help, what do you think you’re doing?” You glare at him, Shunsui lifts his hands quickly away from you as if you burned him. His pitiful face gleamed back at you, “Nothing! I’m trying to move the towel so I can get more room for my hands,” “honest.” He swore still not bringing his hands down.

“You could’ve just said that, I am so sorry,” you laugh out loud feeling stupidly relieved. “Anywhere else I wouldn’t be so on edge, but this is a public sauna,” “anyone could walk in at any time.” You rambled on apologetically to Shunsui as he lowered his hands to his lap. “It’s okay,” “I understand my love, no worries,” he grinned, his handsome smile beaming back at you. His calm demeanor allowed you some room to relax as you took your place facing away from him. Shunsui tries again this time with notification about the removal of your towel, making you snort with laughter.

Gently pulling your towel down you went to hold the front of it over your chest, modestly trying to cover your soft mounds from any random eyes that may intervene. Shunsui’s large palms run up your back, pushing inward against your spine. You couldn’t help the fit of giggles and a squeal that roused from your mouth, it tickled. “Shun baby, you need to do more pressure,” you said through your fits, arching your back away from his hands. “I’m ticklish! you know that,” you pouted, groaning as your tummy hurt from your laughter.

Shunsui sat behind you silently losing himself in his own laughter fits, his shoulders shook as he clasped a hand over his mouth . “I’m sorry petal, let me try again,” he says forcing his fits away. His sudden serious demeanor change wasn’t helping the situation, as you two fell right back into a spree of fits together. “Okay seriously, help me!” You whined out, still laughing at the current humorous situation.

“Yes of course dear,” Shunsui said with a wide smile still on his face. Moments like these were so precious to him. When you two were goofy together, everything in the world felt possible. Calming himself Shunsui raises his hands once more, this time settling for your shoulders first. His strong rough hands squeezed hard, forcing a groan to leave your throat. Gently pressing his thumbs in time with his squeezing hands felt like pure heaven, the steamy air relaxed your muscles making them more pliable under Shunsui’s duress.

Strongly gripping your shoulders, Shunsui moved them in gentle circles, reveling in the sound of your moans. Knowing he could make you moan without the sex was incredibly satisfying for him. Learning to please you in other ways was beneficial information. Especially, if you two decided to keep this friends-with-benefits thing going. Shunsui loved you, deeply, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it yet. Nervous that you would reject his offer and never speak to him again. That was his biggest fear, he simply couldn’t survive your rejection. One day though —he hoped and held faith that it would happen, that maybe you felt the same for him.

Running his grip down your arms and roaming them back up and over your shoulders had you in pure bliss. You swayed freely with his hands as they took care of you. “I’m gonna touch your back,” Shunsui warns as his fingers rest on your shoulders. “Thanks for the heads up, chief,” you acknowledge with a thumbs up, bracing yourself for his touch. Pressing his fingers in your shoulders, Shunsui drags them down to the tips of your shoulder blades. “You okay?” He hums before continuing, being very cautious now about your ticklish nature. “Yeah..” you respond weakly, feeling the excitement bubble and roll in your belly.

Laying his hands flat on your back, his thumbs swipe up and down the blade. Shunsui digs his thumbs and palms into your back and slowly moves them around. You could feel the excitement leaving as you surrendered your vulnerable back to his hands. The gentle rotation lulling the tensed muscle that was causing your shoulder pain. “You really are skilled with your hands,” you groan out feeling the pinched muscles release. “I’m happy to hear that from you y/n-chan,” Shunsui smiles gratefully, happy to make you feel good.

Not long after starting the rejuvenating massage, someone else crashed the party as they took place on the empty side of the sauna. Helping you tie your towel back in place, Shunsui apologetically shrugged at you. Shunsui was upset himself to, as he started to enjoy the feeling of your weight sinking into his hands. Figuring it was about time to head back to your room, Shunsui takes your hand and holds it the entire way back. Silently hoping you would let him continue his handiwork, and maybe a little more.

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🌸Byakua Kuchiki🌸

💠Giving: The front door swung shut, closing gently with a click as it met the threshold. Byakuya takes a hefty swig of his water bottle before hanging his mesh gym bag on the coat rack. “How was your work out?” You ask from your pile of blankets and bowl of chips on the sofa. It was about 3pm in the afternoon, and you had decided today was the day you did absolutely nothing. It was your last day off out of the week, work and being productive were the last things on your mind.

Puffing on your peach mango vape, you mindlessly watched criminal history and murder mysteries on YouTube. “It was good,” Byakuya says as he strolled to you in the living room, where you sat perched in the corner of the sofa.

The lives you lived together were entirely different from one another. Byakuya was up early, 7am on the dot. Creating his to-do lists and making a healthy breakfast before he headed to work or the gym. While you on the other hand, woke up late often, worked, came home, barely ate unless reminded, smoked your weed, and played your video games when you had the free time. Separated, but perfect when meshed together.

Instead of sitting on the couch with you, Byakuya grabs one of the decorative, large sitting pillows and sits on the ground, in front of you. Laying his head back he can feel your shins crossed underneath his neck. “Is this all you’ve done today babe,” Byakuya teases you with a smile. “Yeah? What of it?” You furrow your brows, the sarcasm in your voice poorly hidden as you stared ahead at your video, hitting your vape again. “Just curious,” Byakuya chides, his smile widening as he lowered his head to what you were watching.

Grabbing the sides of his head you leaned down to him, “What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?” You joke as your smooch his head over and over. Byakuya blindly reaches around with his hands until he found your head, “Don’t test me little girl,” “you’ll be sorry,” he says playfully before leaning his head back once more. Your lips holding a crafty smile hovered above his, “Oh, is that what you think?” “You don’t scare me, you big teddy bear.” Your smile grows bigger as you ended the teasing match. Kissing him softly for tax, you lean back and break free from his clutches.

As Byakuya lowered his head he twists it with his fingers forcing a few loud cracks and pops, as his neck released. “Whew, that was a good one,” you acknowledged with a small golf clap. Chuckling at you he grips the back of his neck and rubs it softly. “My neck has been giving me hell the last few days,” Byakuya sighs as he heavily drops his hand into his lap. “Hey..” he paused hoping you were paying attention, “you wanna rub me down?” He asks. With a mouth full of chips and a wave of your hand you respond, “later, this video is finally getting good.” “I… I didn’t mean it like that,” Byakuya says a blush covering his cheekbones.

“A massage babe,” he says bringing his hands together in front of him. “But babe, it’s my last day off,” you whined with pouty lips, still dedicated to your long list of doing nothing today. “Please babe,” Byakuya says with his eyes clenched shut and a whine equally as loud as yours. “I’ll love you forever,” He says rolling his head into your lap, his hands still clasped together in prayer. You groan loudly with an eye-roll, “Okay fine, just stop your whining you big lug.” You say with slight irritation as you pause your video and resort to some music to fill the quiet instead.

“C’mon, Take off your shirt,” You shrug with a sigh, curling your fingers in an upward motion. “You don’t gotta sound so excited to see me shirtless, babe.” Byakuya says laughing as he hoists his soft grey shirt over his head. His long raven black hair fell down his shoulders, and over his chest as he crumpled his shirt and tossed it to the side.

“I’ve heard just about enough out of you,” you snark at him as you gather his hair and push it all to one shoulder. “Lean forward so I can see what I’m working with,” you say as your hands gently push on his shoulders. “Yes mamas,” “anything for you,” Byakuya schmoozes with pursed lips, feeling all to giddy about your hands touching him.

Leaning forward and settling there, you smack your hands harshly down on his shoulders, and lazily flail your hands across his upper back. “Hey, Hey!” Byakuya barks raising his arms to break up your goofy movements. “Behave,” he said with a grin laughing with you. Your giggle fit subsided into a smile as you start squeezing on his sculpted shoulders. You begin his massage by pressing your thumbs into his muscles, slowly scrunching your hands from the sides of his shoulders to his neck.

Byakuya sighs gently, hanging his head to give you more space for your fingers. Rowing your thumb pads under his neck, you start pushing your thumbs along the bone in an upward motion. “Shit…” Byakuya breathes his hair hiding his clenched jaw as you had already found the exact spot that was hurting him. “Right there babe,” he says as his head fell further. “Do you need more pressure?” “Or is this okay?” You ask him hoping you weren’t being to rough. “It’s perfect,” he hums a smile spreading across his face.

Soft music lulled over your nice sound system, as rain began to tap and drip down the living room windows. Byakuya rested his elbows on his knees as you continued your slow presses into his neck. “Fuck that feels good,” Byakuya groans, “thank you babe, seriously.” He continued, moaning as your thumbs find a good rhythm and pressure along his neckline.

“You owe me later,” “hope you’re aware of that,” you say with a few swipes of your thumbs. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you want.” Byakuya waves you off, enjoying his massage to his fullest capabilities. “Whatever I want, you say?” A big grin sprawls over your face as possibilities started swarming your head. “Oh boy.” Byakuya says almost regretfully, as he knew you would come up with the most obscene thing for him to do later.

After a moment of your silence, worry quickly exuded from Byakuya. “Okay out with it woman,” “What do you want in exchange?” He inquired carefully, bracing himself for something silly like a strip tease, or walking around the apartment bare-ass naked for the night. “Hmmm let me think about it,” you say softly, taking some consideration and deliberately thinking over your options. “I think I would like,” you drawl out with a hum. “I think I would like a bouquet of roses,” “a nice dinner on the boardwalk,” “and a pint of Ben n’ Jerry’s ice cream.” “Yeah that sounds nice,” you squint, nodding your head in approval.

A loud sigh of relief leaves Byakuya’s lips. “Oh thank god,” he says breathily, placing a palm over his chest. “I was preparing for something way worse,” he says chuckling, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he truly believed you’d make him embarrass himself. “What like a strip tease?” You ask curiously, “that was one of them yeah,” Byakuya’s laugh suddenly switching to nervousness.

“Fuck man! that would’ve been such a great idea,” you sway backwards with howling laughter, “can I change my idea?” You say with a wide grin and your hands clasped together. “Absolutely not!” Byakuya said shaking his head quickly and waving his finger in a ‘no’ fashion. “Oh c’mon, no fair!” You whine again, sorely wishing you had said the strip tease instead.

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💠Receiving: Byakuya settled into the steaming bathtub, extending his hand towards you he helps you in. Taking his slender fingers in your own you gently step in, the water feeling hotter than usual.

“Something the matter?” Byakuya stated, peeking at you through his free falling bangs hanging out from his put up hair. “No, not at all,” you wave your free hand, trying not to provoke him in any way. “Why are you still standing then y/n?” “Get in.” His voice sounded demanding when he spoke, spooking you just a bit. “Yes sir, sorry sir.” You submit quickly biting your lip, hearing his voice like that always riled you up.

“You’re sure nothing is wrong?” Byakuya pressed, his gentler side coming out to play. “No sir, the water was just a little warm,” you say settling between his long, muscular legs. “I’ll be sure to mention that to them,” he said smoothly, his arms laying on the rim of the pristinely white tub. ‘Them’ referring to the house servant’s that were directly employed under Byakuya.

Being a big time CEO and multimillionaire came with its perks, and dating one was a new experience for you. You had never seen yourself in a big fancy, modern loft that overlooked the bustling city. Yet here you were, sipping on bubbly champagne in the same tub you and Byakua bathed together in during the week.

The steam filled bathroom smelled faintly of Byakuya’s expensive cologne, and plenty of jasmine and sage. That being the choice of bath oil he had picked for the night. Falling back gently you laid your naked body down on Byakuya’s solid chest. Your head swept to its natural position on his left shoulder.

His muscles felt good against your back, you hummed in contentment at the feel of him there. This being, the only real intimate time you got during Byakua’s busy schedule. It was always the thing you looked forward to since he always cleared that schedule, just for you.

Your arms snaked around your stomach as you got comfy on your boyfriends body, the hot water lapping just above your chest. Byakuya was silent, his eyes were hooded as he breathed your essence in. Your close proximity, and the view of your naked body underneath him made his palms itch to touch you.

Bringing a hand from the side of the tub, he gently touches your shoulder. Dragging his finger up your neck he watched as your head fell further, exposing the whole side of your neck. studying your beauty in all its glory. He swiped your loose hair behind your neck, watching as it made contact with the water, the strands soaking it up against his collarbones.

“How was your day, beautiful?” His smooth voice reverberated in the quiet room. “It was okay.” You breathed out, playfully swishing the water with your fingers. Nothing of extreme importance had happened today, you thought. You just patiently waited all day for work to be over with, so you could be swindled up in your bath time with Bya.

“Just okay?” Byakuya asks curiously his lips curling up in a crafty smile. Still gently running his finger up and down your neck, he slowly moves his hands down in the water. “Yeah, I’ve actually been waiting for this all day,” you giggle from his light touches, goosebumps popping up on your skin that lay uncovered by the bath water. The sound of your laugh exploded in the room, as Byakuya’s sneaky free hand gripped your side under his fingers. His surprise attacks were always so cute, it was like he had a sonar for knowing the right exact time for any and everything.

Pushing you up with his body he runs his hand along your belly holding you steady against him. Your squeals and happy giggles made what was usually a cold heart, warm and full. He grinned against your soft skin, slowly smooching your exposed neck. “Oh, you’ve been waiting?” He growls against your neck, lightly biting your sensitive skin. “Ah! Yes sir!” You squeak out from the feeling of his canines digging into your neck.

“Me too, baby.” He agreed honestly and kissed the bite mark gently in truce. “I love bath time with you Bya,” you replied cutely placing your hands on his knees that sat above the water. “I love it too,” Byakuya replied softly as he held you gently from behind, his head being sported on your shoulder.

Kissing the space behind your ear, Byakuya scoots back just enough to put some space between his body and you. His hands sat at your waist, his thumbs resting against your lower back. Bath time usually consisted of you two chatting, drinking, relaxing, and massaging one another.

That’s why it was your favorite, all of Byakuya’s time, affection, attention, and hands were implied for your care and only that. Gently pressing into your back with his thumb pads, he rocked his thumbs back and forth working on your tense muscle there.

Byakuya never talked about your job or what you did for a living. He simply didn’t have the time, or the interest to delve into your personal life that way. He could take care of you for the rest of your life with the money he had, but you needed your independence — which he throughly understood. But your body was always so tense and stressed. It would be wrong for him, not to be concerned about what the hell you were doing at work all day.

It truly didn’t matter what you did, where you went, who you were with. As long as you always returned to him that’s all he needed from you. So that he could care for you and make sure somebody does something about your stressed body, because you surely didn’t —brat. Byakuya smirks as his mind ran with thoughts of you.

With open hands he runs his pressed thumbs up to your middle spine, holding onto your sides gently. His fingertips skimmed the sides of your breast forcing a breathy moan to leave your parted lips.

Byakuya watched intently as he worked your muscles under his thumbs. His eyes devoured your smooth skin and the way it glistened under the warm light, little water droplets decorating the expanse of your shoulder blades. The fragrant, expensive bath oil did wonders with your tired skin while also making it easier for Byakuya’s fingers and thumbs to work it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he purred in adoration, a smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you, as always sir.” You say quietly, your body relaxing deeply from his pressurized movements. Straightening out your back, Byakuyas skilled hands move to your neck.

Gently placing his hands at the apex, his fingers wrap softly around your throat. Teasingly squeezing you there, Byakuya audibly groaned when the sound of your dramatic, over-the-top moan filled his ears. He cursed you for sounding so sexy and for testing him every single fucking day.

Stirring under the water he forcibly calms his mind. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t about to give into the temptation of taking you right here, in the bath tub. He pushed his filthy thoughts to the side and got back to molding his hands all over your neck and shoulders. The feeling of his gentle hands and even gentler squeezes, you found yourself yawning at the relaxation that slowly took over your body.

Byakuya noticed how slumped your shoulders had become since he started rubbing them, he smiled softly to himself knowing you could feel safe with him. “What do ya say…” “We move this party to the bedroom?” Byakuya spoke to you softly giving you the option to choose. “Am I getting a full body massage tonight?” You inquired, raising your eyebrow and pursing your lips at the idea. “If that’s what you want,” Byakuya replied with a nonchalant shrugging motion.

“Yes!” You say in selfish victory, it wasn’t often for him to give you exactly what you wanted when money wasn’t involved. So any opportunity you had to exploit free time with Bya, you ran with it. Byakuya also had to be in the mood to do something before doing it, especially when it came to his precious free time from the company he ran. ~And he calls me the brat.~

Stepping from the tub, Byakuya pulls you up and hands you a towel. Just as you finished drying you suddenly feel your feet leaving the ground. A scream leaves you as your thrown over Byakuya’s strong shoulder. Giving your bare ass a harsh smack, he carries you into the bedroom against your will.

“If I’m spending the time, I’m gonna do what I want.” He fronts to you as you whine loudly, screeching for him to put you down as your flail your legs. “Bya put me down! You fucker!” You yell, smacking and gripping the skin of his back under your palms. “Fighting me isn’t going to get you anywhere,” he snarks as he tosses you onto his huge bed.

Smiling wolfishly down at your surprised face, Byakuya placed his hands on your knees and climbed in front of you. Leaning over you, his long fingers cup your chin and force your stare to his. Kissing you deeply, he slides his tongue into your mouth to toy with yours. A sigh leaves his nose as you willingly accepted his mouth, your hands coming up to rest on his face. Placing his weight on a palm next to your head, his fingers slide up to the side of your cheek as he continued with his fervent kisses.

Pulling away from you, he lays his forehead on yours feeling himself stiffen with your soft rousing moans. “I promised you a full body massage right?” He asked hoping you would just let him continue with his needs for you. “You absolutely did sir!” “And acting all sexy won’t get you out of it,” you smile devilishly like the brat you are right to his face.

Putting a finger on his chin you push him away softly, and reluctantly Byakuya falls away sitting back on his heels. “Alright,” he huffs. Regaining his composure and straightening his posture, his brown eyes look down at your splayed out body before him. With a giddy shake of your hips you peer up at him, your hand covering your shit-eating grin. “Turn over.” He demands that cold, forceful voice returning as it seeped down into your eardrums. He’s so serious right now, better be nice — you admonished yourself with a sly smile on your face, putting your brat tendencies on hold, for now.

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sixxteenbullets · 8 months

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SLOW HANDS

PAIRING- SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM!READER

SUMMARY- Simon wasn't a touchy person, it was a wonder how he was even in a relationship. This fact was never much of an issue until about four months in and little to no progress had been made. An uncomfortable conversation leads to Simon trying a little harder to break down his hatred for being touched.

WARNINGS- MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE(only a whisper), SMOKING

Simon Riley wasn't what most thought he was. Sure, he was tough, quiet, and inevitably intimidating, but he wasn't some killing machine owned by the military. He had feelings, no matter how hard he ignored them, and he even felt more than most. This fact was one only Y/n was able to discover.

She was aware of her boyfriend's closed off emotions and ominous past and she never pushed him to learn more about it. Whatever it was allowed him to be with her in the current time and that was all that mattered. The only reason she came to know about his history was because she confessed her own past to him. It must have been his way of relating to her, making her feel seen, but he has been through far worse than she could've imagined.

Every word that fell from his tongue shattered her heart into something unfixable. The horrors that he had to experience were something no one should have to go through. Upon learning of these events, something in her mind clicked in place and everything made sense. When her hand would graze his shoulder and he would tense, when her hand touched his cheek and he'd lean away. There was a reason. It was far greater than she'd expected but it was there nonetheless.

It was hard to contain her tears throughout the conversation. Her lips parted, eyes soft and blurry, hands fidgeting. An uncomfortable mix of sadness and anger and shock coursed through her as he acted like it was insignificant. Like his trauma wasn't important. Of course, he saw it that way. His old fashioned mind could only think that he was less of a man for letting it effect him in such a way.

There was little time given to her to process the knowledge before he just stood up and stepped outside for a cigarette. When she brought it up to him later, he only brushed it off and told her to forget it, to let it go like he did. Only, they both knew that was a lie. Things like that don't just go away. Scars are left, emotional and physical, and those don't disappear no matter how hard you try to cover them up. Simon's past was woven through his skin, carved in his bones, and with every smoke or drink or fuck he used to forget, they only got stronger.

So Y/n made it her goal to help him. To teach him that even though so many have hurt him in the past, not everyone wants to do that.

This brought them to the present laying in bed, some stupid movies playing in the background. Simon was on leave, coming home at four o'clock and only being left with the energy to eat dinner before he was laying down, ready to sleep. His large frame took up no unneeded space, his hands folded together over his lower abdomen. Upper body covered by a long sleeve, black t shirt and lower half covered in black sweats. Her eyes drifted upwards, towards his face, which was only softly illuminated by the light of the tv. Every scar and blemish was suddenly given meaning and she was hyper aware of his every movement. The habit of showing very little skin, the compact nature of his sleeping, the tensing of his body when she moved. How had she never guessed?

There was a barely noticeable sheen of sweat on his forehead, just enough to be noticeable. With a plan worked out in her mind, she spoke. "It's warm in here." A simple acknowledgement, answered with an 'mhm.' This wasn't enough for her. Slowly, she sat up, crossing her legs and working her arms around either side of her body to grasp the ends of her t-shirt. His gaze on her back was piercing, curious. In one swift motion, she pulled her shirt over her head and discarded it on the end of the bed.

Simon paid no mind to her, after all it wasn't odd for her to be topless. Her near-naked state didn't seem to bother him, which brought joy to her. However, it still was not enough. The sweat on his skin was more prominent than before. "You're sweating, why don't you take your shirt off?" Perhaps she was rotten, but she didn't care.

He shot her a suspicious look, as if he knew what she was up to, but didn't let on. "I'm alright."

"You're safe here, Simon, you don't have to let yourself sweat." That may have been too far.

"What're you up to?" His head turned to the side, observing her face, which contorted with a false confusion. "I can see it in your eyes."

"I have no idea what you mean, I just don't want you to stink up our bed." Rotten, rotten, rotten.

This seemed to make sense to him as he leaned up, following the same motions she did only moments earlier. His jaw was clenched and fists were clenched as he laid down in the same position he was in earlier. He seemed on edge.

She tried her hardest to keep her eyes on the TV instead of his bare torso. She'd seen him shirtless before, but seeing him now, with the realization she'd made, it was like seeing a sheep shaved for the first time. Just like his face, it was as if every little marking on his skin has a life of its own. In a way, it truly did. Without warning, the beauty of his image and his story crashed over her.

She must have been staring because he gave her a look. Something that showed he knew she was up to something. Though, he was far too tired to put up a fight. When it looked as if his guard was down (news flash, it never was) she slid her hand over to his, carefully entwining their fingers together.

All, at once, his relaxation tore away from him and his hand left her grasp. It was more of a response from shock rather than a calculated move. She let his touch leave hers without chasing it, as much as she wanted to. The air was tense and uncomfortable.

"You know I'd never hurt you right?" She asked softly, slowly.

He sighed, head shaking slightly. An unmistakable annoyance in his tone. "I thought you gave this up."

"This is important." It was, maybe he didn't see it the way she did, but deep down even he knew that it was an issue waiting to get worse unless solved. He could only shove his past away so much before it built up.

"I know." The answer was short, not what she was looking for.

"Do you?" An unwanted silence fell over them for a moment. The minute that it lived felt like an eternity.

"Yes," His gaze separates from hers, fixating on the ceiling. He was never one for eye contact. "It's not you."

"I know."

"Do you?" A smart ass reply, laced with tease. To that, she rolled her eyes.

A warm, welcome shock took over her as he slid his hand over to his. She gently placed her hand in his grasp, not caring that he didn't make the first move. They look at each other again, holding a stare of trust and love as her hand glided up his arm. He was tense, but made no effort to halt this action.

Little by little, slow hands worked their way across Simon's chest, stopping right over his heart. Their faces were close, her head on his shoulder. Something in the air changed. What was once plain, worn in became impossibly euphoric. Their intimacy grew to be remarkable like it has never been before. There was something about a tether, keeping you attached to your trauma, broken that was so sweet.

"You're safe."

"I know."

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allelitewrites · 6 months

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(This is my first story and I honestly don't even know if I'm doing this whole thing right but...)

A Subtle Warning

Word Count: 1630

Relationship: Hangman Page x Reader

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Tonight was just like any other Wednesday night. My boyfriend and I arrived to the venue a few hours before doors opened for the weekly episode of Dynamite. I thankfully wasn't booked to do anything for the night. I was only thankful because a rest was very much needed. Adam however was in the middle of a pretty personal feud with Swerve Strickland. Their whole thing wasn't supposed to be personal at first. The initial intention for it to just be apart of the wrestling business. One person wanting another's position. However, things changed when Swerve had brought up that Hangman was walking away from his issues. Walking away from his issues like he had from the Elite and I some years ago. It was a low point that he typically didn't like to talk about and that night, Swerve really struck a nerve.

Hangman and I found our way into The Elite's locker room. The EVP's temporarily absent due to a creative meeting. We set our things down before taking a seat next to each other on the cheap couch. He and I leaned into each other. With the way his calloused fingers were tracing along my skin, I could tell he was nervous. "I hate signing contracts on TV." Adam mumbles as he lets out a large sigh.

I turn my head and plant a firm kiss on his large shoulder before leaning my head against him again. "Just go out there and do your thing." I reassure him as I twist at one of the bracelets resting on my wrist. I can feel him nod as his hand finally starts to decrease the amount of shapes it was drawing. "Try not to let him get to you."

"Well, Y/n, it's kind of hard when he's sitting right across the table from me with a disgusting smirk as he mocks me."

I didn't even have a response. I hate contract signings just as much as he does. They were a stupid excuse to get publicity and a chance to manipulate your opponent on a golden platter. To me, you shouldn't need a set up situation for you to get to your opponent. Everything you do should be in the ring. Without a table and without chairs. Contracts should be signed in the back. A response came to mind but I wasn't able to share it as Kenny, Matt, and Nick came back into the room, instantly complaining about how long and boring their meeting was. Adam sat up straight and let his large hand rest on my thigh. We weren't huge on PDA, especially not around our friends.

A few hours later...

For whatever reason Tony Khan decided to give Adam and Swerve the main event. All for a contract signing that would probably end up with tables flipping and chairs being thrown. I was sitting anxiously next to Matt as the Elite watched the segment go down. Renee Paquette table side to officiate the signing.

Strickland was chewing Adam up, not even giving the blonde headed man a chance to speak his own words. Eventually, he started to talk about how different he and Hangman were from each other. Almost as if he was offended by being compared to the cowboy. "What's a farmer to a mogul, huh?" Swerve asks, making Adam furrow his eyebrows. "What's a cowboy to an outlaw? What's a buckshot to a kill shot?"

I chewed at the inside of my cheek. I could see Adam's gears in his brain moving at a hundred miles per minute just through the television screen in the locker room. He was keeping his cool, never breaking eye contact with the man across the table from him.

Finally, Swerve put his microphone down. For the first time tonight, Adam was given the opportunity to speak his thoughts. But, he didn't start the way I expected him to. First, Adam calmly mentioned the things Swerve had said to him in the weeks prior. However, the thing that caught all of us off guard as Nick and Kenny settled in their spots around the room was that Hangman thanked Swerve. Adam thanked him for reigniting a flame in his body that was long burnt out. He explained how something was up with him. Something that a person really couldn't explain.

The crowd was so invested in every single word that either man let slip from their lips. Letting every single sentence set in, expanding their thoughts to multiple different things. Things that hadn't even realized they didn't really notice at first. A slight stir could be heard as Adam spoke of a dark cloud that he'd felt was hovering over him every single time that he showed up to work.

"And then sure... sure. The sun would shine. I beat Jon Moxley in a Texas Death Match." Adam proudly brags. I caught him taking a pause to look at Renee, who drew her lips into a line at the thought of the brutal match her husband had gone through with my boyfriend. "I reunited with my friends in the Elite. I was able to rekindle my relationship with the absolute love of my life. And it felt like I should've been the happiest man in the world. But every time I started to smile. That little black cloud came back and it started to rain."

I couldn't help but smile at the fact of him calling me the love of his life on national television. Something I could never get used to him calling me. In the good way of course. He continued to speak before addressing how the fans who supported him so dearly deserved to see more from him. And when he decided that he spoke enough of his mind to get his point across, he picked up the pen and signed his name on the dotted line.

An evil laugh was heard. A laugh that echoed through the building. Adam was caught off guard. Looking up to see Swerve looking like he was having the time of his life. Looking like he was having a good time. Looking like this whole thing was a simple joke to him. The crowd quickly canceled him out, a chant of 'Cowboy Shit' echoing through the seats of the arena.

"That was beautiful. But, quite frankly, that was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen." Swerve chuckles before insulting the crowd's home team. Earning an array of boos. He continued on to speak about how he was fueled to take Adam's position in the company before Hangman had heard enough. Tired of hearing how Swerve believed Adam was handed everything in his career which couldn't of been more untrue.

Hangman stood up, the anger coursing through his veins finally reaching a boiling point. "If you think you have what it takes to fill my boots... you don't."

Swerve matched his energy also standing up across from him. But he didn't speak a single word. Instead he froze to look Adam in the eye once more. And just when Adam thought it was over, Swerve rose his and and slapped the cowboy across the face. Adam turned around and leaned on the ropes behind him as Swerve picked up a microphone yet again. "Hey. Hey, hey Hangman. You seem to not think of me as a threat. You sure as hell better watch your back... or maybe you should tell your friends... actually, no. You want to make this personal? Fine, we'll make it personal. You better tell your hot girlfriend to watch her back."

Adam didn't even hesitate, raising the microphone he still had in his hand to his mouth.

"If you touch her... I'll kill you."

Swerve let out a long sigh. Finally he got the hint that Hangman wasn't joking. Threatening me... someone Adam cared about so dearly was the final nerve that Swerve could've hit. He leaned over and signed the contract.

In that split second, I saw Adam clench his fist and I knew he was going to swing. However, I didn't expect what he actually did.

Using the pen Adam formerly used to sign the match contract, he stabbed Swerve's hand. I watched as Strickland screamed in pain. He pleaded as my boyfriend refused to let go. I booked it out of the room. Rushing to get into the guerrilla position. I intended on meeting Adam there. After that... I had no plan, I was left with whatever my first option would end up being.

He forcefully pushed his way back through the curtain not seeing me at first. But when I walked up to him and put my hand on his bicep. He spun around and I could see relief wash across his face. He pulls me into his chest and holds the back of my head. I can feel his heavy breathing and I can hear his heart beat at the speed of a thousand race horses.

He pulls away to kiss the top of my head before firmly grabbing my hand. Not even whispering a single word. He rushes me through the hallways before pushing me into an empty room that he surely scouted out before the show. As soon as I shut the door he crashes his lips into mine, his hands grabbing greedily at my top. I wrap my arms around my neck before tilting my head back to get a good look at his face.

"What?" He asks.

I smile and push a golden curl out of his face. "I just wanted to make sure that I heard you right. Did you say you would kill him?"

A smirk crawls onto his face. His ocean blue eyes staring directly into mine. "With my own two bare hands, sweetheart."

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sidthedollface2 · 9 months

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Third Love

Ch: 2 La Maceta

Pairing: Eddie x Mexican Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Eddie tries to win over your affection and use you in hopes of getting signed to your dads record company. There's just one problem. Your situationship and a heartbreaking past that threatens to expose the darker side of you.

CW: MDNI 18+ Nightmares, mental illness, Modern au Eddie, fuckboy Eddie. Reader with another man (not cheating).

Chapter 1

You had another restless night, sleep didn't come for you till around 5 am, an hour before sunrise wasn't too bad. Usually you'd stay at Sebastians house or your Dads lavish property, but that home was too large. Glass windows from floor to ceiling. Tall trees and bushes hide the expanse of the lot, it made you uncomfortable since it resembled your old home so much. After a particularly rough panic attack, and the incident with the pool man you and your dad agreed that maybe living with a roommate would lessen the episodes. Luckily, you had found an apartment with a pretty cool roommate, she was similar to you in loving horror movies and video games, and often her boyfriend would spend the night. Last night wasn't one of them, instead you made a comfy spot on the couch and spent most of the time watching 90 Day Fiance and arguing with the TV.

The familiar ding of your phone has you rubbing the sleep from your eyes, arm stretched out blindly searching the top of the coffee table. Unlocking the screen with your thumb print, a new text message comes into view.

Unknown: In the car, I just can't wait, To pick you up on our very first date.

Brows pinched in confusion, and a small smile gracing your face. You think It must be a wrong number. You stare at the message sinking back into the soft cushions of the couch. It's gotta be a joke you think, so you play along, having seen these types of messages before and being immersed in music your whole life you're familiar with the lyrics.

You: Is it cool if I hold your hand?

Shortly after pressing send another ding comes through.

Unknown: Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance? Do you like my stupid hair?

A chuckle leaves your lips and you feel bad for stringing this person along but you continue anyway, enjoying the flirty nature of the messages.

You: would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?

You feel terrible engaging in this cute sharade. Being a hopeless romantic the idea of someone purposely sending you these messages has you kicking your feet. But you know these messages aren't for you, as you place the phone down again another ding comes through.

Unknown: I'm just scared of what you think.

You smile to yourself at the absurdity but one last message won't hurt.

You: you make me nervous so I really can't eat.

Deciding to end the conversation you text back apologizing for wasting their time and let them know they have the wrong number. You see they've read your message and so you set your phone down and walk to your bedroom gathering some clothes from the closet, when you hear another ding.

You quickly turn back to the living room. throw yourself onto the couch, lunging for your phone in anticipation at what was sent and shock is written all over your face as you read the message.

Unknown: "Let's go. Don't wait. This night's almost over."

You Scroll back up and make sure that your previous message was sent and read. It was. You immediately panic, it wasn't like you to make plans and forget, especially a date. You did a lot of networking last night but you made sure every contact had a name and their social media attached so you really had no clue who would be asking you out. Unable to form any more thoughts on the matter you turn off your phone and head for the shower.

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"Fuck! She left me on read." Eddie complained to Gareth as they both sat sprawled out on the couch in the garage,finishing up band practice for an upcoming show.

"How do you date a latina anyway?" Grant inquired, wiping the sweat from his brow and placing his bass down. Eddie turned to his bandmate, eyebrows quirked in a questioning way. "Um. Like any other girl. Man, what is wrong with you?" Eddie huffed, looking at his phone again hoping you'd message him back soon, and that he didn't just blow it with you. "It doesn't matter anyway, Ed just wants to fuck his way to the top. No dating required, isn't that what you said Ed? Gareth stared at his friend, challenging the words he had spoken earlier, before he actually met you or saw you, or felt the way your hand barely touched his sent bolts of electricity through his entire body. Eddie's eyes narrowed at Gareth. "Yea. That's right."

The way Gareth laid it out sounded bad and Eddie knew it, he wanted to do things the right way but he'd already tried that, and he had Becky to thank for ruining morally 'good' Eddie. This Eddie was different, he was more determined than ever in reaching his dreams irregardless of who was in his way or who he'd hurt in the process.

"It's a terrible idea." Standing with his arms crossed Jeff glared at Eddie, ashamed that their frontman even considered such a thing. With his head hanging between his shoulders Eddies eyes met Jeffs and he sighed, running his palm down his face, he shook his head.

"Look, I'm doing it for the band, ok. She could really help us out and get us actual good hook ups. What the fuck have you done Jeff? I'm the one who's been pulling all the weight!"

"You're the reason we're in this mess, you fucked Becky, our manager by the way, and now you wanna fuck this one! Next you're gonna fuck us over!" Jeff scolded, standing toe to toe with Eddie challenging his decisions. Gareth and Grant stand between the two boys, pushing them both away from each other and letting them cool down. Just as Eddie's about to speak again his phone rings. Signaling the boys to be quiet with his pointer finger to his lips he takes a look at the caller id and waves his hand at them in dismissal.

"Hey Red, still gonna make the show?" Eddie had asked Max if she was going to see Corroded Coffin perform, but she had gone on a little getaway with Lucas and wasn't sure when she'd be back.

"Yea, of course You can invite her. The more the merrier." Eddie agreed, pacing the garage as he spoke to Max. "Is she cute?" He asked with a shy smile on his face. "Fine, fine." He continued.

Getting off the phone with Max he checked his messages again and to his surprise you had sent a reply back.

Peach: I have a boyfriend.

"Son of a bitch." Eddie threw his phone on the couch crossing his arms as he glared at the floor. Frustrated that his plan was crumbling beneath him along with his dreams.

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Hot water sprays over your body as you think of the outcomes if you were to go on this blind date. They never responded when you asked who they were which raised all the red flags and your mind went into a worse case scenario. What if it was Him, the masked man that haunted your dreams still. The therapy has been working, weekly and always on call if you ever needed it, medication changes were few but sometimes adjusting or adding to the list was necessary. So you lied and said you have a boyfriend, hopeful that they would get the hint that you were not interested.

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In his bedroom, Eddie sat at his desk, phone in hand open with tabs of all his social media accounts and a calendar of future shows to be played.

"Omg you googled her?!" Gareth chuckled, as he hoovered behind Eddie, who was currently scrolling through your instagram page.

"Nah man, I looked up Glass House and she follows them." Eddie scrolled through all your posts, admiring all the traveling you'd done and how many musician friends you had. There were some that he admired and others that he didn't know. The fancy places you've eaten at were lavish. He was skeptical of some of the dishes but hoped to at least try them one day. To his disappointment, There weren't many pictures of you. He scrolled to the end of your page and didn't see any of your so-called boyfriend, maybe you were a private person and your instagram was only work related.

His finger hovered over Sebastian's page, debating if this was going too far, would he even like what he saw. He wasn't with you so it didn't matter, but why was he so nervous? Cracking his neck side to side, his thumb gently pressed on Sebastian's profile and a flood of images filled the screen.

There you were, your beautiful smile shining bright through his phone, and Eddie's belly flipped as if he were seeing it in the flesh. Through all the music related posts, band practice, live shows and members of the band, were small bits and pieces of you scattered about. Most were candid photos, at the studio listening to whatever played through your headphones, a shy smile peeking through a glass of wine held at your lips, god did Eddie wish he was a wine glass. Zooming into one particular photo he sees your bare back wearing nothing but a black bra and panties that leave nothing to the imagination, you're laying on your stomach on top of a white bed with messy white sheets. He traces over the feminine curve of your back, down to the slope of your waist and above the plush of your ass. His eyes land on your profile and his heart beats wildly at your sleeping form, hair sprawled out like a halo, you're facing away from the camera and Eddie wonders if you're aware of this intimate photo being taken. It suddenly occurs to him that you're in bed barely clothed and his stomach twists at the realization, Sebastian has you and he doesn't.

"He's not her boyfriend." Gareth voiced, startling Eddie who seemed to forget his bandmate was hunched over him. He pulls his phone close to his chest away from Gareth's wandering eyes. "Well, there's pictures of her in bed and them kissing. Last night at the party I saw him with her."

Eddie stood up and laid on his bed as Gareth took a seat at the desk. "Must be complicated," he shrugged. "She just told me she has a boyfriend. Must've been recent then."Gareth snatched Eddie's phone out of his hand.

"Hey!" He snapped. Scrolling through the messages Eddie sent you, Gareth shook his head "Blink 182? Really? God your lame." He laughed, "And you're an idiot. You didn't say who you were." Throwing the phone back, Eddie looks over the texts again and groans. Gareth was right he missed the message where you asked "who's this." While he thought of another response Eddie went back to your instagram for clues as to what type of person you were.

Bringing his face closer to the screen, eyes squinting. 'It couldn't be' he thought. A girl was standing in frame, she wore faded blue jeans with a pale orange top and a blue blouse folded to her elbows. In her hands was a white planter with wild green leaves that brought life to red beautiful flowers, unmistakable red hair flowed down her shoulders and bright blue eyes peeked behind blossoms of red. Eddie looked to the bottom of the photo reading the caption 'look what my roommate grew!.'

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Two knocks, a pause and two more knocks were heard on your apartment door. You heard the key enter, the door knob twist and your roommate stepped inside. "I'm back!" She announced, as she pulled in her luggage from the hallway. Squealing you raced towards her and greeted her with a huge hug that had you both stumbling.

"Max! I missed you. How was the trip? How's Lucas doing?" You questioned.

Exhausted from traveling Max threw herself on the couch and told you how they traveled down to San Diego to see the Battle ships. "We went to this fancy restaurant where they have dry aged steak–"

You cut her off, leg bouncing in anticipation, and not wanting to wait any longer. "Did he finally ask you to marry him?" Max deflated. With a tight lipped smile she shook her head. "No. He didn't ask. But I still had so much fun and I'm sure it'll be soon."

Max had told you all about her on and off again relationship with Lucas, and ever since her accident, as she calls it, they've been together ever since. She told you all about their first dance, the first kiss they shared, the first time they said I love you. It was all so romantic and out of a fairytale. A fairytale that you longed for. She just smiled as you told her all the romantic things you wanted to do and how lucky she was that she had found that special someone. She didn't tell you about all the bad things. She couldn't. Your face lit up at the mention of the snowball dance, and their weekly movie marathons. You were both brought to tears as she recounted the way Lucas was by her side after her accident.

She wanted you to have this idea that love was easy and it would find you when you least expected it. So she couldn't tell you about Vecna or Will. Most importantly she didn't want to tell you how her brother Billy died. How she saw him die. But you needed her to tell you that you weren't alone, that this deep trench in your heart would never mend but if you had found someone that brought you peace on those nights where the screams were too loud and the night too dark. A soul strong enough to carry the weight of your trauma, yet compassionate enough to walk you through the pain. Then maybe they could slowly fill that hollow trench bucket by bucket. Not of dirt or water simply understanding. Understanding that you'll never be who you once were, full of happiness and light. Rays of sunshine peeking through someone's gloomy day. Now, you were the gloom, the dark low hanging clouds full of tears threatening to pour down on undeserving innocents. Who knew whether those drops would be light and just tickle the skin. Would they be heavy and constant for days on end, causing those to witness shield their eyes and run towards a dry, safer climate. At any moment any sudden reminder of that night could trigger a siren of caution echoing through their ears that a violent storm was just on the horizon. Upon Hearing that screeching siren loud above their heads all would run, gathering their belongings and loved ones to escape the danger that was to come. All except one.

You didn't tell Max about what had happened. It's not something to bring up in casual conversation or any conversation for that matter. 'Hey, I saw my mom get shot to death and I held my hands over her bleeding wounds until her blood saturated both our clothes…. No biggie. How was your day?'

There would never be a right time. A right scenario and even if there was you didn't want to relive that night, no one does. So you kept that part of you hidden, shoveled so deep within that trench with a lock and key. Any threats of those tears or incoming clouds were met with scripted phrases.

"I'm just so tired."

"Allergies."

"It's fine."

"Eyelash in my eye"

And the worst of all

"I'm ok."

The day settles to night as you shift under the sheets with your laptop open, preparing your schedules and artists you were going to see for the week when you hear the unmistakable ding of your phone. You find it stuffed between the pillow you're laying on and your shoulder. Upon reading the message your eyes widened at the boldness and your lips curved up into a beaming smile.

Unknown: "Of course someone as pretty as you would have a boyfriend, that's cool I'm not looking to be your boyfriend though. I just thought you might need a husband.

Unknown: "It's Eddie by the way."

You shake your head chuckling at his audaciousness. But he got you smiling at your phone, cheeks heating up and flutters in your tummy.

You: "Oh, that was good. I guess we should go on a date then if you're planning to be my husband."

Eddie: "I thought you'd never ask." 😉

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cas-skz · 1 year

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🤣 I'm laughing at your snow plow man flirting, but in a "it's cute" way.

Wait, this is a fic! It's Lee Know, you're the final street on his route. He likes shameless flirting and he comes back after his shift in 30 minutes to see how much hospitality he can wring out of you 💀

Thank you so much for this lmao it was actually so fun to write!!

18+!! Please&thanks!! MDNI

warnings: cursing, drinking alcohol, boobie play, petname - pretty girl, dirty talk, protected sex (crowd gasps)

“Stupid fucking winter, stupid fucking snow!” You yelled as you lazily pushed the snow off your walk way. It was the first major storm of the season, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

You had finally made it to the end of your driveway when the snowplow turned the corner, daring to add more snow to the already large mountain at the end of the driveway.

You groaned quietly as you backed up, only to slip on ice and land flat out on your back. “I. Fucking. Hate. Winter!” You yelled, throwing your arms out beside you.

The loud beeping and bright of the snowplow stoped in front of your house, the sound of the squeaky metal door opening. “You okay?” He yelled, you couldn’t hear him.

“Hello?” His face popped into view above you, offering a hand to help you up.

You furrows your brows at the stranger, but took his hand and pulled yourself up, brushing the snow off your coat.

“You okay?” He asked again, his soft brown eyes scanning your face.

“Physically fine, mentally hating every single thing about winter.” You kicked a snowball with your foot.

Leeknow laughed, shaking his head as he glanced back at his plow. “Ya, I guess I don’t help with that.” He looked back at you and extended a hand. “I’m Leeknow.”

You yanked your glove off and shook his hand. “Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but check out the man in front of you. He was extremely attractive, to hot to be driving a snowplow, but a job was a job.

“So, no boyfriend around to shovel for you?” He asked with a tilt of the head.

You huffed a laugh, “Even if I did, they wouldn’t do this. I have a history of picking leaches.”

“Leaches?” He laughed

“Yea, men who just stick to you and suck all your worth.” You shook your head, feeling slightly embarrassed by your own remark.

“Anyways, thank you for helping me up. I’ll appreciate you until you make more snow for me to shovel.”

Leeknow motioned with his shoulder towards your house, “Go warm up, I’ll get rid of it for you.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded, “It’ll take me two seconds.”

You smiled widely, “Thank you, so much. I owe you a drink.”

“I’ll keep your word on that.” He smirked, giving a little wave as he turned back to get in his truck.

You watched from the window as he cleared the snow for you, even getting out to make sure it was perfectly clean before heading on his way.

You grabbed some fuzzy pj shorts and a matching bralette, throwing it on and pulling in your house coat over it. You relaxed on the couch with a white claw, chatting on the phone with your phone as the tv played in the background.

“I haven’t hooked up with anyone since you dragged me out last summer and I got wasted.” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink. “Besides, I’ll get some dick when I get some, there’s no rush.”

“Hey, maybe plow guy will come back to plow you.”

You rolled your eyes, holding the one to one ear as the doorbell rang. “Shut up! I’m not gonna tell you about the cute guys I meet if you think we’re going to fuck right away.”

Grabbing your wallet, you opened the door expecting a food delivery person. Instead it was Leeknow, with a 24 pack of drinks in hand.

“Hey…I’m gonna have to call you back. Leeknow is here.”

You went to hang up the phone, just as us ur friend yelled “plow guy?!” Loud enough for him to hear.

Your cheeks flushed a deep red, as you threw your phone onto the couch. “Sorry, I thought you were my Chinese food.” You mumbled for a moment before raising an eyebrow at him. “Wait, why are you here? Do I owe you money for clearing the snow?” Your second question was filled with sarcasm.

“You said you owe me a drink.” He held up the case of white claws, “I brought some, just in case you didn’t have any.” He said with a wink.

You shook your head with a laugh, stepping aside to let him in. “If you try to murder me, I have a witness that you were here.”

“Am I that scary looking?” He asked with a smirk, kicking off his shoes as he glanced around the room. “Fridge?” He asked holding the box of drinks to you.

You took it and motioned for him to follow you. “I have some chilled already.”

Turning into the kitchen, you noticed Leeknow had gotten distracted by your cat. “That’s Taylor.”

Leeknow joined you a moment later, “Your cats name is Taylor?” He asked with a laugh, leaning up against your center island as you opened the fridge for him to see the drink options.

“Yes. I did not name her, and she refused to be renamed.”

After a few minutes of chatting in the kitchen, the doorbell rang. You started towards it, but Leeknow stopped you. “I’ll get it.”

It caught you off guard, in a good way.

He came back with the food a few minutes later, setting it on the island. “And now I’ve bought you dinner.”

You blushed a deep red, biting your lips before grabbing two plates and passing him one. “Lucky for you, I can’t pick one thing, so there’s tons.”

The two of you chatted while you ate, laughing and telling stories. You didn’t end up eating very much since he kept the conversation flowing. But you definitely had a good buzz on.

“So, how would you say our first date is going?” He asked, gathering the dishes and cleaning up a bit.

You sat back in your chair, watching him easily move around your kitchen, asking where certain things went and insisted you just relax.

“Honestly, probably the best one I’ve had. I’m comfy as heck, didn’t have to go anywhere and I laughed a lot.”

“And what about the guy? What do you think about him?” He asked as he stood at the sink, washing the plates you had used.

You shifted a little in your seat, taking a drink as you checked him out from behind. “Great ass.”

“Thank you.” He laughed

“Did not mean for that to come out, but you’re welcome.” You laughed quietly, biting your lip.

You tried your best to ignore the butterflies swirling in your stomach. Something about watching a man being domestic drove you mind into the gutter.

“He’s funny, super sweet. My cat likes him which is a big thing cause she doesn’t like a lot of people.”

He turned to look at you, a smile on his face as he dried off his hands. You didn’t notice before, but they were beautiful in their own way, perfectly lined with popping veins.

You took a long drink, the warm effect of the alcohol taking over your body, “and what did he think about the girl?”

“She’s smart, very pretty. Likes to color and draw, which is super cute.”

You took off your house coat, completely forgetting that you only had minimal pjs on.

“She’s also got a great body.” He choked over his words.

You looked down at your body, giggling a bit. “I guess you’re lucky I have something on.”

Your filter was basically gone at this point as a result of the alcohol. You lazily lofted the housecoat back over your shoulders.

The two of you made your way to the living room to continue chatting. Leeknow had a few more drinks and you, against your own judgment, had another one.

For some reason, this man who was just a stranger a few hours ago, made you feel safe and happy. It felt like you’d known each other in another life time.

You curled up next to him to watch a movie, his arm draped around you, his fingers gently rubbing your shoulder.

When a sex scene came on in the movie, you bit your lip hard. As if the drunken sexual tension wasn’t enough, you were picturing Leeknow fucking you like the guy on screen.

His fingers came to a stop as the scene got more intense, the girl was being called slut and you couldn’t help when a smirk pulled at your lips.

“Whatcha’ smiling about?” He whispered in your ear.

“It’s kinda hot.” You looked up at him for a quick second, eyes trailing to his plump lips before darting back to the tv.

Leeknow hummed, his fingers starting to move again, this time slipping under your bralette slap.

His touch gave you goosebumps, and you swore you could feel his eyes staring you down.

“I don’t want to sound lewd, but my eyes haven’t been on the movies all that much.”

You slid your hand onto his thigh, squeezing a bit, “well what have you been looking at?”

Leeknow moved a little closer, his hand moving down your chest, running along his fingers slowly across the hem of your bralette.

“Oh, I guess they are quite out there.” You looked over at him, “I can put them away if you’d like.”

“Please don’t.” He said with a smirk, licking his lips.

You repositioned on the couch, sitting cross legged facing him, “Do you wanna touch?”

Leeknow laughed shyly, a dark red tinting his ears. His hand started to move, but bypassed and cupped you cheek instead.

He pressed his lips into yours, gently at first but deepening it when you kissed back.

As the kissing intensified, his hands started to wander over your body, caressing the exposed parts of your skin.

You moved to straddle his lap, earning a soft moan as you felt his semi hard cock under you. Your hand trailed down his firm toned chest, across his abs to lift his shirt.

Your eyes looked over his body, ogling at how good he looked without a shirt. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Leeknow’s hand rested on your thigh, running under the bottom of your fuzzy shorts, slowly sliding up.

You slowly slid each strap off your shoulder before pulling your bralette off, your breasts bouncing freely.

“Says you.” Leeknow said smirking, both hands cupping your breasts. His fingers ran over your erect nipples, twisting and flicking at them gently “You like that?”

You nodded and moaned softly, feeling your wetness start to soak your panties. You rolled your hips against his, grinding roughly.

He hummed happily as his lips went back to yours, gently kissing before he worked his way down your chest, sliding his tongue every few seconds.

His mouth sucked gently on your nipple, tongue swirling and lapping at your sensitive bud.

You gasped quietly as his mouth moved, biting down and sucking hard at the skin of your breast, slowly leading to the other nipple.

“I’m so fucking wet for you.” You say in a moan, scooting back a bit on his lap as your hand ran over his bulge.

“You want that cock, pretty girl?” He asked, pulling back as his fingers slipped under your shorts and panties. His fingers ran slowly over your clit before be carefully pulled them back, admiring the release on his fingers.

“Well” You started to undo his pants, tugging them down a bit as you freed his cock. It was much bigger than you though. “How else am I going to thank you for dinner and plowing?”

Your hand started to pump slowly, with a twist of the wrist when you reached the top. His fingers went back to your pussy, his thumb pressing into your clit as two dipped in your hole.

“You sure you want me to stretch out this tight little pussy?” He asked, his eyes on you as you reacted to his touch.

You tilted your head at him, your hand stopping at the top of his cock. Your thumb ran over the tip, collecting a little of his pre cum before bringing your thumb to your mouth and giving it a little suck.

“Afraid you’ll like it to much?”

Leeknow’s three fingers worked away, pumping your entrance and moving his thumb slowly. He looked up at you, pulling your face towards him. “I already know I will.”

You roughly kissed his lips as your hand trailed down his length, massaging his balls gently.

“You wanna go to the bedroom?” You asked against his lips, your walls starting to tighten around his fingers.

Leeknow slipped his hand from your shorts, wrapping both arms around you to stand up.

You giggled and wrapped yourself around him. “You keep this up and I might want to keep you.”

“Just feed me twice a day and I’ll pretty easy to handle.”

You directed him to the bedroom, where he climbed onto the bed with you still under him.

“Do you have a condom?” Leeknow asked as he kissed you, yanking down your shorts.

You turned over, leaning across the bed to the side table, unaware of how exposed you were to him.

He groaned quietly behind you, his fingers running along your entrance. “You’re fucking killing me.”

You gave your butt a little wiggle, digging through the drawer. “I swear there was some in here.”

Leeknow moved up behind you, his cock resting against your throbbing entrance. He leaned up behind you, “back corner” he pointed.

You held his cock in place, moaning softly at the feeling of his length against your clit. Your hand reached to hold him in place and you started to grind against him.

Leeknow groaned loudly, his teeth biting into your shoulder. His dick barely fit between your folds it was so thick, so long that the tip rested culled in your hand.

“Fuckin’ shit you feel so good.” You moaned, feeling your body shake gently, a gush of liquid running down your legs. You hand found Leeknow’s, passing him the condom.

“Haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already making a mess.” He repositioned you on your back, moving between your legs as he rolled the condom on.

“I’m sure I’ll have to sleep in the spare bedroom.” You giggle, biting down on your finger as his length started to poke at your entrance.

He leaned down, inches away from your face as he pushed in a bit. “What? You’re kicking me out already?”

You tried to steady your breathing, feeling him stretch you out, making you wetter with each stroke.

“Because I know after this,” You start, your hand trailing down his cheek and flicking off his jaw. “I’m going to want more of you.”

He thrusted slowly as his lips pecked yours, his own moans making you more aroused. “I already want more of you.”

Leeknow’s lips found yours, kissing you roughly as he started to pick up speed.

You moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in, moving along with yours.

��Pretty, pretty girl.” He whispered.

Your walls clenched around his length, wetness staring to drip and trickling onto Leeknow.

He held your hips as he fucked you through your orgasm, your body shaking under him.

Something about his lips were so addicting, the way they moved so easily with yours. How sweet he tasted.

He pulled back a little, just to look down at you. Smiling softly down at you, “You’re so pretty, and super fucking cool.”

You blushed hard and smiled at him, “Clears my snow, pays for dinner, fucks so good, and now complements?”

You leaned up to kiss his lips, gently pushing him back to climb on top. “Good luck getting rid of me.”

Leeknow looked at you with gazing eyes, watching as you lowered yourself onto his cock, “Please fucking stay.”

His words gave you goosebumps and a chill ran up your spine. You leaned down to kiss his lips, the unexpected butterflies made you smile into the kiss.

“I can be all yours.” You whispered, your hips slamming down into his. Your fist balled on his chest, feeling his cock start to firm.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, both your and Leeknow’s breathing becoming more and more erratic. “Cum for me Leeknow.”

His hips started to thrust into yours, cursing as he gripped onto your skin.

You laid your head on his shoulder as he slammed into you, your moans turning into whimpers as you felt his cock throbbing inside you.

His arms wrapped around your body, a hand rubbing your back gently.

“You ready to sleep?,” he asked, pressing kisses into the side of your head.

You whined quietly, hiding your face in the neck more. “Can you carry me to the spare bedroom and cuddle me?”

It was mostly a joke, but Leeknow didn’t take it as one. He slid out from underneath you, rolling the condom off and tossing it in the trash before scooping you up.

He plopped you on the bed, pulling the covers over you before climbing in and taking you into his arms.

It didn’t take long for you to drift to sleep, the warmth and comfort of Leeknow making it easy.

You woke up still in his arms, “Hey you.” You say wuietly.

Leeknow smiled at you, kissing your head. “Hey pretty girl, sleep well?”

You kissed his arm, “I did actually. How about you?”

“Probably the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

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n1cholaswang · 2 years

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ENHYPEN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

description: self explanatory. how i think enha would be as your bf

cw: suggestive (only for the legal members), fluff, annoying bf enha.

a/n: a filler post while i brainstorm ideas for my next fic 😻‼️

HEESEUNG

a lovely man

buys you all your favorites (food, drinks, snacks, etc)

bitches and whines if you don't make him ramyeon at least once a day

"c'mon babe im HUNGRYYY"

lets you wear all his clothes

absolutely gushes when you cheer him on as he games

"GET HIS ASS HEE!"

smiley lil bambi

tit squeezer even if you don't have tits

hugs from behind >>>

sending memes back and forth at ungodly hours

<3's fucking you in his hoodies.

"such a dirty, pretty baby... getting my clothes and my sheets all wet"

staring down jay, jake and sunghoon if they stare for too long

even tries to box them

"IT WAS FOR LIKE 2 SECONDS!"

"2 SECONDS TOO FUCKING LONG! GET OVER HERE SIM JAEYUN"

JAY

oh lord.

spends every last penny on you

even if you tel him not to

"stop! i have enough jewelry!"

"you could never have enough, love"

twerks on you outta boredom

"GET YOUR ASS OUTTA MY FACE"

"at least call my ass fat :("

cooks for you & feeds you

so much so that you feel like your stomach could explode

"jay, im full :((("

"nuh-uh! gotta make sure my lover is all good and plump so open wide :D"

has a thing for stomach fat and thick thighs

like he goes absolutely feral.

but even if you don't have either of those things, he loves you just the same

an ass squeezer

literally will squeeze and slap your ass anytime, anywhere

"JAY PARK >:("

"hey, in my defense, it was out in the open"

slaps his ass back,,, literally everywhere

"hey! >:("

"in my defense, it was out in the open"

quickies in the shower after practice >>>

"gotta make you cum real quick before jungwon comes in"

JAKE

omg

a fucking softie.

teaches you how to play soccer

and laughs if you fall

"ITS NOT FUNNY JAKE!"

dying laughing, clenching his stomach

plays games with you

any kind of game

board games, video games, games to do with sports, made up games

and you beat him in almost everything

"can't you let me win once?", he asks while playing candyland

"no :)"

forehead and temple kisses :(((

watched all your favorite tv shows and movies

cuddly baby :(((((

loves holding you no matter where y'all are

hugs from behind >>> pt 2

forces you to wear his boxers after y'all fuck

"i am not wearing that"

"why not?!"

"THEY HAVE LITTLE DICKS ON THEM"

"so what?! heeseung said they were cool :,("

SUNGHOON

a demon straight from hell.

taunts you for being shorter than him

"look at the midget :)"

"i may be small but that just means it's easier for me to cut your dick off :))"

buys you things that reminds him of you

like those shrek and donkey matching keychains

"why"

"cause you annoy me like how donkey annoys shrek"

he didn't get any for a while.

not even head

"YOU GAVE ME BLUE BALLS FOR A WEEK"

"YOU CALLED ME A DONKEY"

"I SAID YOU ANNOY ME LIKE DONKEY"

>:(

makes you work out with him

"babe... im tired"

"you've been walking for 2 minutes... WALKING"

fucks you against the wall

"you like that sweetheart?", he says while pounding into you, "you like it when i treat you like a little fleshlight?"

🙈🙈🙈

calls you every hour

"you alive?"

"you asked me this 20 minutes ago"

"yeah but your ghost could've texted"

😐

stupid ass mf but you love him regardless

SUNOO

softie pt 2

gentle pecks on your face

"sunooo stawwwhpppp"

"i canttt you're too cute"

devastating in love with you

all eyes on you when you walk into the room

loves finding new restaurants to eat at with you

watching musicals at 2 am on his off days :((

a corny type of bf

like orders a large milkshake with two straws kind of corny

buys you plushes when he travels :(((

"babe im home!"

"IS THAT SNORLAX?!"

also likes fucking you with a plushie in your hand

"baby looks so innocent but they like getting fucked like a little slut, ain't that right?"

does push ups every morning with you on his back

"CMON KIM SUNOO YOU GOT THIS!"

"i- cant!"

"are you tryna say im fat :,("

"WHAT NO WHAT THE FUCK NEVER"

just like jay, he makes sure you eat well everyday

"open up :]"

"but baby, i already ate 4 corn dogs"

"and you're gonna eat another :)"

JUNGWON

half demonic, half soft

enjoys watching tv with his head on your lap

especially likes when you play with his hair

stealing kisses from you while you study :(((

mcdonald's flurries in the middle of the night

cooks for you

and fails

"too much water jungwon. j-jungwon, it's gonna overflow. JUNGWON-"

"JAY STOP IM TRYING OKAY?!"

"not trying hard enough", yall say

upset baby

a literal fucking child

pouts if you don't give him enough attention

"babe! :( it's been an hour already! :( can you put the book down? :("

supportive of you no matter what you do

lets you cry on his shoulder

but stares at you in disgust when you get his shirt wet

"ugh now i gotta put this in the washer 🙄"

stfu.

NI-KI

a demon?

no!

he's satan himself.

taunts you for being shorter than him pt 2

even if you're older

"look at you! you barely come up to my shoulder!"

"watch it riki, i will kick your fucking kneecaps out"

gets off on teasing you

teaches you dances

and laughs if you fail

but frowns if you did well

"why the long face babe?"

"you're tryna dance better than me and i don't like that >:("

teaches you how to box

or at least he tries to

"you're doing it wrong riki"

"then you do it heeseung! >:("

pouty baby

literally.

if things don't go his way, he gets all pouty and upset

"rikiii :((( what's wrong?"

":,( i said no pickles on the burger and they put pickles on it"

"😐 just take it off"

"BUT IT STILL HAS PICKLE JUICE ON IT"

dating him is like raising a newborn baby.

sleeping with him

but getting kicked off the bed in the middle of the night

"riki nishimura."

"hm?"

"you know your long ass legs literally pushed me off the bed last night"

"really? i didn't hear anything"

"WHAT?! EVEN HEESEUNG HEARD ME FALL TO THE FLOOR AND HE'S LIKE TWO ROOMS AWAY!"

"🤷🏻‍♂️ my bad?"

how are you even dating him

crown kisses :(((((

even if you think your hair is unruly, he will still find a way to kiss the top of your head and make you feel it

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enha fluff #heeseung hard thoughts #jay hard thoughts #jake hard thoughts #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunoo hard thoughts #boyfriend enhypen

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daydreamgoddess14 · 11 months

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Life After Richmond pt. 1

MASTERLIST

A Jason Sudeikis multi-chapter RPF w/ a reader insert/OFC. No use of y/n l/n.

A meeting with an author leads to the next project after Ted Lasso.

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Chapter 1

"You should read this, it's fucking life changing." Brett dropped the book into Jason's lap on his way to the writers room. Pre-production for season 3 was well underway and they were making the most of some time writing together. Jason picked up the book and thumbed through it, the front inside cover had been signed by the author:

'You're a twat. Love Callie'

"I hope you’re good friends. She's not wrong though, why's it so good?" he questioned.

"It's just... bloody brilliant. Honestly, give it a go. She's going to be writing the new wave of romcoms before we know it. I might try and get her to give some TV writing a go once we’ve finished here."

"Sure, sure, I have all the time in the world to sit and read, Goldstein." Jason rolled his eyes and stuffed the book into his backpack before following Brett into the room. Reading was definitely the kind of recreational activity he didn't have time for at the moment. With shooting planned for right around the corner, downtime was hard to come by. It didn’t take long for the writing to draw him in though and a month or two later, Brett saw the book being launched at his head in the makeup trailer.

"Great book, thanks man. I think I've sent a copy to everyone I know." Jason chuckled.

"I can get you a copy of your own if you're interested. Signed. Callie texted me, she'll be in London in a few weeks. She’s coming over to visit her mum and sister - want me to set up a meeting?"

"Absolutely yes, if she's OK with that? Get it in my diary, I’ll tell Lisa. We can move stuff around to fit it in so work around whenever works for her." Brett nodded, pulling out his phone.

"She's having a bit of a shitty time, she's just split with her dickhead boyfriend. They were together for about 5 years I think. He's an absolute weapon, she's well shot of him."

"That sucks. She's from the UK? Maybe being at home will help."

“Doubt it, she left when she was like, 17 to get away from her mum.” Brett said with a laugh. “She’s probably coming to see Beth really but if her mum finds out she’s in the country and doesn’t visit, she’ll go mad.”

“How’d you meet?”

“I’ll let her tell you - she loves to tell that one. Mostly cos it makes me look like a loser.”

“Poor baby Brett.”

“Oh fuck off. I tell you what I’m dreading having you two in the same room. I’m gonna be the punching bag.”

“We love you really, bud. I bet she only calls her true best friends a twat.”

“That’s true actually, she does.”

Callie brought her knees up and rested her mug in the V between her torso and legs, reaching around to type. Her sister had offered her spare room and empty-during-the-day restaurant as a quiet workspace. She’d had more than enough of her mum and so far was loving being back in London and with her sister. She felt like hell after the break up and hadn’t been looking after herself at all. It had caused tension with her mum who’d accused Callie of moping around and had told her to sort herself out. With Beth’s help, she was finally starting to do just that. She had half an eye on the front windows of the large dining space looking out for Brett, when a little tap on the front door shifted her gaze. With a big smile, she rose to unlock the door.

"Alright, gorgeous? God it’s been a long time." She reached up to hug him.

"Not bad, how have you been? Stupid question - you look like shit - you've lost weight." He chided, pulling at the baggy hoodie.

"Mate, I'll have you know that this is a vast improvement. My hair is clean, I've bathed, I'm actually wearing clothes - and they're clean ones. I haven't had a glass of wine in... three days, and I considered eating breakfast this morning. That’s enough dragging me in front of your boss though, where's the introduction?" Brett sighed heavily.

"Fine, Cal, this is Jason. Jason, this is Callie Draper. She didn't always look a mess.” He said pointedly.

"This mess is lightyears from a few weeks ago." Callie gestured to her yoga leggings and oversized hoodie. “I’m practically glowing.” The dark circles under her eyes and drawn complexion clearly said otherwise.

"She's right. You should have seen what I picked up from Birmingham airport. It doesn’t look like it should be, but it’s an upgrade." A voice drifted through the swinging kitchen doors.

"Well, isn't this lovely and supportive. Thanks, sis." Callie called through the door. She turned to Jason and explained, "I got home from the North American leg of my book tour to find my boyfriend fucking our upstairs neighbour on my kitchen counter. I spent a few weeks surviving on wine and chocolate biscuits so I'm now in recovery mode, my skin hasn't forgiven me yet - being dumped in your 30s is a lot harder than it is in your 20s." She said briefly.

"I'm so sorry, that's fucking awful. If it’s any consolation, it’s fucking horrible in your 40s." Jason offered kindly. Callie smiled and shrugged, the smile not quite reaching her eyes.

"Jeez, I think I’ll stay single then. Thanks. Shall we sit?" she gestured to her table. "I'll make some coffee - as long as Americano is OK? I can't do a Latte on that thing." She pointed at the barista coffee machine and set about making the three drinks.

"Sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just worried." Brett dropped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm OK. Getting there." She leaned into him before she started to fiddle with the coffee press, twisting it into place.

"When are you going back to Chicago?"

"End of next week. I'm staying at Sara's at the moment, but I'm thinking of moving anyway."

“Where’s next on the list?” Brett asked curiously.

“Probably New York. I think Brookyn, my agent Laura lives just across the river and her office is in lower Manhattan so it seems like a pretty good spot.”

“Brooklyn is great, I’ve got a place there.”

“Excellent, you can give me take out recs.”

"Happy to. So how'd you two meet?" Jason asked, gesturing between Brett and Callie.

"I was at one of his gigs in San Francisco when he performed to 4 people and a dog. I was the only person who couldn't actually leave cos I was the barmaid. He was terrible!" Jason laughed and nudged Brett's shoulder, thanking Callie for the coffee she placed in front of him.

"I couldn't understand why I was being heckled by a Brummie!" Brett shook his head.

"Former Brummie. I'd been in the States for about 15 years by then." Callie countered, sitting back in her original seat.

"When did you move?" Jason looked across at Callie, trying to connect the timeline.

"I was 17. I didn't want to go to uni, my mum was doing my head in, so I decided to do Camp America for a summer. I fell in love, wanted to stay so we got married when I was 18," Callie paused for effect, Jason's eyebrows somewhere near his hairline and Brett nearly doubled over laughing. "Then I was divorced at 22, and I've spent the last 15 years moving wherever I've wanted and doing any old jobs I can while I write. I just up and move when I’ve had enough. I’ve been in Chicago for the last 6 years though so it’s time for a change"

"Holy shit, maybe you should write that."

"Maybe I should." She laughed. It had been a while since she'd had to give her potted history, and it still made her laugh.

"What happened with your ex husband? Tell him, Cal." Brett had tears in his eyes waiting for the final kicker in the story..

"He's happily remarried, we're still friends and I'm godmother to his and Andrew’s two little girls." She finished with a smirk.

"Are you serious? " Jason looked incredulous.

"Yep, it was a bit of a wild time. My mum still hasn’t forgiven me, she adored him and she was devastated when she found out he was gay."

"You think? She was dreaming of babies on a ranch or some rubbish like that." Brett added with a laugh. "Anyway, enough of your crazy life. Have you got a book on you for Jason? And can you re-sign mine please: you called me a twat." Callie pulled a new book from her bag.

"I did that? Consider yourself honoured. I’m sure I only refer to my best friends as a twat. Got a pen?" she held out her hand, Jason supplied a red pen. "Ooh red, I like to edit in green. It feels less 'grrrr'." She tapped the pen to her lip, thinking, before lifting the cover so he couldn't see, and scribbled her message. Jason took it gratefully and put it straight in his bag without looking. Then she took Brett's dog-eared book and turned to where she'd last signed it. She sniggered at her previous message, and then signed just underneath it before passing the book back. Brett opened it.

"Callie!" He held it out for Jason to see the new inscription:

'You're still a twat. Still love you though, Callie xo'

"I hope mine is nicer. Either that or I’m already in best friend territory." Jason teased.

"You won't know if you don't read it."

"The book? Oh I read it, I loved it. I sent it to everyone I know." Callie narrowed her eyes at him.

"When you say everyone you know... do you happen to know Reese Witherspoon?"

"Not personally, but my friend Alexi does. And I sent her a copy, why?"

"My Insta went mental a few weeks ago, Reese Witherspoon, Drew Barrymore... fucking Jennifer Aniston! All tagging me with pictures of the book. It was insane. I’ve had to add more dates to the book tour when I get back, and I’m going on a couple of daytime TV shows as well."

"Jen? Oh that was me, I'm definitely taking credit for that one. And the others by association." Callie's eyes were like saucers.

"Holy shit." She whispered. "Holy shit. I told Laura something weird had happened, she didn’t believe me. She said it was just word of mouth."

"You're like... Nora Ephron reincarnated. If your books are anything to go by, then I can't wait to read your screenplays. Post-its, shopping lists. You name it, I'll read it." Callie blushed into her coffee.

11am turned quickly to lunchtime, with Callie's sister bringing out food for them all. Callie told them that she'd spent the previous week at her mums binge watching Ted Lasso. Her time living in America had meant that she'd already been familiar with Jason from his SNL days. Conversation came easily between the three of them and lunch soon fell away to mid afternoon, and by 4pm they were being pushed by Callie’s sister into clearing away water glasses, coffee cups and cake plates to make way for the restaurant opening. Brett excused himself to go to the bathroom and Jason turned to Callie,

"You've probably heard this from everyone already, but it does get easier. You'll... find yourself again." She nodded.

"Thanks. I'll keep trying, it feels good to be out of the pity party so I just need to keep going. I'm struggling to write though," she shrugged, "I can't get in the right headspace, I just keep getting into my own head and seeing, well, what I walked in on. And then it’s all I see. I've tried poetry, lyrics, plays, prose... I just can't get my words out." Her chin dropped to her chest and she brushed across her eyes quickly to get rid of any potential tears. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offload. It all just feels a bit bleak and dark foresty right now."

"I'm glad you did, your words will come back. Give yourself time." Jason offered a hug, and she rose slightly onto her toes to accept.

"Thank you. Really, thank you." She muttered against the neckline of his hoodie.

"My turn." Brett interrupted and Callie reluctantly stepped away from Jason. She ruffled Brett's hair and he planted a kiss on her forehead. "When's your flight?"

"Next week, I'm back at mum's at the weekend for my last few days though. Got to go back for one more round of fucks disguised as a pep talk." Brett nodded,

"She’s only doing it because she loves you. Don't be a stranger, and please look after yourself." She nodded.

"Will do, it was really good to see you. A patented Goldstein hug makes everything ok. And so good to meet you Jason. Jesus, what a fucking understatement! Good luck with the show."

"Thank you, it was great to meet you too."

"Thanks babe, it wouldn't be half as good without this genius." Brett nudged Jason gently and the two left Callie to lock the door behind them.

"Jennifer fucking Aniston." She whispered, shaking her head. "As if!"

A few days later, Callie's phone pinged with a Twitter DM. A screenshot. Of a tweet she'd sent from her sister's sofa,

"Meeting actual pop culture geniuses is all well and good until they turn out to be extremely hot and very, very distracting 🥵"

She frowned at the screenshot at first, before seeing the message it came with.

'Just checking whether you've met any other pop culture geniuses over the last few days?' Callie's jaw dropped. He did not have Twitter. She was almost certain. Almost. "Shit," she whispered furiously, "shit, shit, shit. Bethhhhhh?" she wailed, calling her sister.

"What's up?" Beth replied, coming in from her room, DVD in hand.

"I might have tweeted about meeting Jason the other day. Might have called him hot. He's found the tweet." Beth looked blankly,

"Did you seriously think he didn't have Twitter?"

"There's an account, but it's not active!"

"Ohh.. Oh Callie, you plum!"

"Shit! I'm so mortified!"

"Ahh so own it, he's seen it now. You might as well just laugh it off. Speaking off, I knew I had one of his films somewhere - fancy watching it?" She held up 'Sleeping with Other People' Callie was too nose deep in her phone to say no.

"How's this sound - 'Only Brett and I’m not sure he qualifies as a genius.'?"

"Cute, funny. Breezy, go for it. I'm getting popcorn, shall I open some wine?"

"Fuck yes, please do. I might as well continue to drink myself to death at this rate. I'm a walking mess, Beth."

"You're fine. You're getting over dickhead at your own pace, we got you through the heartbreak and booze diet, I know you’re in the forest but we're getting you out." Callie hummed, hitting send on the message and shoving her phone out of sight to watch the film. By the time it ended, the empty wine bottle sat on the coffee table while Callie and Beth lay head to toe on the sofa.

"So… The film didn't help." Callie pointed out, gently kicking her sister’s head.

"You're not wrong," Beth sniggered, "He really is hot!"

"Aghh, shut up. I'm in my heartbreak era. I'm allowed to lust over unattainable men. Thank god I’ll never have to meet him again. He is ridiculously gorgeous in person, I couldn’t cope with that again."

"Did he reply to you?"

"Dunno, I'm sitting on my phone. Probably not." Callie dug under the cushions to retrieve it, "Oh shit, he has replied - it just says 'good to know.' Oh, he's sent a link to a song, he said it reminds him of the book." Callie clicked the link and turned up the volume. She looked across at Beth.

"Didn’t you play this on repeat for about 8 months while you wrote?" Callie nodded slowly. "Bit mad that he's gone for the same song." Callie nodded again, incredulous.

"I'm sending him the full playlist." She decided, getting the link and adding it to the message stream with the caption 'here's my full playlist for the book, crazy coincidence that you went for that track.' He replied with a purple heart, and Callie resisted the urge to keep the conversation going.

Callie landed in Chicago a week later, stopping briefly at her old apartment to get more of her stuff before continuing to her best friend's home. After some calls to her agent, Laura, she had managed to sign a lease on an apartment in New York within the month, and packed up the rest of her belongings. Messages from Jason dropped into her Twitter DMs once or twice a week, recommending the best place in Brooklyn for tacos, they’d exchanged book recommendations. It felt strange after so long to be living alone. Laura had found her a tiny apartment close enough that they could regularly meet. Since traveling the country together on her book tour, and the break up, she and Laura had become close friends. Callie was grateful to not be starting over totally alone in a new city. She settled down to write, but found again that the words wouldn't come to her, it felt like an age since she’d managed to successfully put pen to paper. Without really thinking, she picked up her phone and sent a message via Twitter: 'What do you listen to when you write?' The response came through almost immediately with a link to Run The Jewels - a duo she'd never heard of. She hit play without replying to the message and emerged 4 hours and 10,000 words later to a new message. Not on Twitter, on WhatsApp, from a number she didn't have saved already.

'I talked Brett into giving me your number, I hope you don't mind. Hope the music suggestion worked.'

'It did! I finally got something going. Nothing like a looming deadline to hurry me along. I was on a couple of talk shows last week - it was completely bizarre. I don’t know how you do it. Weird as fuck.’

‘You get used to it. Send me the link, I wanna watch.’

Callie dropped the youtube link into their message chain and got back to work. The messages became more and more regular back and forth - discussing new episodes of TV shows they’d recommended to each other, swapping playlists and books. Callie even sent over recipes she’d made, with photographic evidence of how they’d turned out.

Over brunch, Laura put a coffee cup down for Callie and caught sight of a selfie of Jason and Brett on her phone.

“Well this is unexpectedly wonderful Callie Draper. Does Brett know he’s got a new role as matchmaker?”

“Don’t be silly, we’re just friends. We really got along when we met and he’s just really easy to talk to.” Laura hummed, looking at her own phone. She froze reading an email and Callie looked up at the notable silence. She’d expected the Spanish inquisition but it was nowhere to be found. “What’s up babe?”

“Fuuuck. Callie, fucking hell.”

“Laura! What is it? What’s going on?” Laura slid her phone across the table and Callie read the open email;

‘We’d like to invite Ms Draper to the offices to discuss a potential collaboration in getting her book adapted as a series. I’ll send the details across shortly. I'm away in LA for two weeks so we’ll get something booked in early next month. Netflix would love to have something like this in our wheelhouse so I’m really excited to meet you both.’

“Netflix?” Callie whispered in awe, more to the phone than to Laura.

“NETFLIX baby! Netflix!”

“Fucking hell. Fuck me, what do I do?”

“We meet with them, obviously!” Laura took the phone back and frantically drafted a response. Across the table, Callie picked her phone up and wrote a message of her own.

‘Holy fuck, Netflix want to meet me next month to discuss adapting the book. Fuck me, what do I do?!’

‘That’s amazing news - congrats! Meet with them of course, there’s no harm in hearing what they’re thinking of. Meeting with them doesn’t mean you’re committing to them. You’ll crush it.”

‘I know fuck all about TV. Hope you’re ready for a Padewan?’

In London, Jason laughed at his phone before sending a Yoda gif in response. Callie beamed at the reply before concentrating on Laura who was practically combusting. A few days later, a huge bouquet of beautiful sunflowers arrived on her doorstep with a note from Jason and Brett.

Do it you must, young Padawan 💜

She’d cried and sent them both a picture, thanking them.

‘Anytime, anything you need. You’ll do great, I can’t wait to hear all about it.’ Jason had replied.

The Netflix meeting soon rolled around and Callie listened intently. It had sounded great, she knew very little about TV but she’d heard enough to be a little wary of their business model of cancelling both popular and underperforming shows. She wondered if she was ruthless enough for them but found herself hiding those fears from Jason and Brett. She asked Laura to keep Netflix at arms length for a while, playing on her other deadline commitments, while she tried to work the scenarios in her own mind. They were walking through the park when the call from Apple TV reached Laura. She excused herself away from Callie slightly to take the call, before returning with a huge smile.

“Apple wants to meet you now. It happens sometimes, they’ll have heard through the grapevine about the things Netflix are looking into. Sometimes they’re bothered and want to see for themselves, sometimes they leave each other to it. Could be good for you though to hear out another option? They’ve booked us in to meet next month.” Callie was speechless. They parted ways and Laura went back to the office while Callie went home to write. On the way, she sent Jason a message.

‘Now Apple wants to meet me. This is insane. Insane! I’m really wary of Netflix. I’m not sure they’re the right fit. How did you know when you went with Apple?’

‘Amazing news! We were lucky with Apple, we knew right away and they’ve been really supportive. Couldn’t wish for a greater bunch of folks to work with. At least you’ll have something to compare Netflix to.’

Callie smiled, she knew he was right. They’d batted enough ideas back and forth over the last 5 months to know when each other was on the right track. She settled back at her desk and picked a playlist to write to. Time to focus on the day job - not the possibilities of what might happen.

#jason sudeikis #ted lasso #ted lasso rpf #jason sudeikis rpf

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leatafandom · 2 years

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Ooh #63 would make a great Sabriel (cuz we just know Gabe is a noisy lil fuck in bed, right?)

Yes! These words were made for Gabriel! I have no idea why this fic took so long to come to me, but I finally give you smut! Thank you so much for the ask and understanding that the muse works in mysterious smutty ways. 😂 Happy Reading ❤️

Rated: Explicit

Tags: smut, anal sex, bet, kissing, on the sofa, hand jobs, plot what plot, Gabriel is a screamer

The Easiest Bet

"This is a stupid bet." Sam sighed, his arms crossed over his chest, as he looked down at his partner as the archangel lounged on the TV room's couch. Sam shifted his stance in front of him. "You cannot hate my movies that much."

The archangel rolled his eyes, stretching out more across the two-seater. "I assure you I do hate your documentaries that much, Sammykins," Gabriel reassured with a roll of his wrist. "Somehow they are more boring than actually living it. Come on, Sammoose. First one to make a noise loses and the winner gets to pick what we watch for a month."

Sam shook his head, a crooked smile weaseling its way onto his lips. He ducked his head, looking down. "There is no way you would win that bet, Gabe. You have to know that right? Do you even realize how loud you always are?" Sam asked with a wave of his hand.

"Hey," Gabriel cried, pointing a finger at him and sitting up a bit on the sofa. "I can be quiet if I want to be! Overconfident moose," Gabriel huffed, his lips pulling into a scowl.

The brunette bit his lip trying to stifle his laughter. "Gabriel, I have spent my whole life living with someone. Mostly Dean," Sam said, tucking his chin to his chest trying to control his amusement. "And Cas normally has to soundproof our room so Dean doesn't have a stroke." He let out a chuckle looking at his partner just as Gabriel rolled his eyes waving a dismissive hand at him. "There is no way you can stay quiet longer than me."

"I can be quiet, Winchester." The blonde shifted, sitting up fully on the sofa. "Especially if it means I don't have to watch a single documentary for a month."

Sam sighed, running a hand through his locks, looking to the bunker hallway as he thought about it. "Make it two months," he said looking back at Gabriel with a wide smile, knowing he couldn't talk his boyfriend out of it and that he would definitely win. "I'll do it if the winner picks for two months."

"Deal." Gabriel's grin widened, his brows bouncing.

"First one to make noises loses?" Sam questioned, bending down over the sofa and pressing a kiss to the blonde's grinning lips.

The archangel leaned into the teasing press of lips, his fingers reaching to stroke through Sam's beard. "Yes, Samheart."

Sam chuckled against his lips, pressing the shorter man back into the cushions and deepening the kiss. Gabriel smiled into it, wrapping his hand around Sam's nape to keep him close, parting his lips. The brunette's tongue slid into his lover's mouth as his hands rolled down Gabriel's sides, lifting him with ease and sliding onto the sofa to take the shorter man's space on the couch.

Gabriel let out a silent gasp as Sam's long arms wrapped around him and pulled him into his lap, straddling him. Large hands quickly slid Gabriel's jacket off before working his shirt off. The archangel bit his lip, breaking the kiss to help take his shirt and jacket off, his hips grinding down on Sam's half-hard member. Sam licked over his lips at the feeling of Gabriel's round jean-clad ass grinding down on his hardening length. He rocked up to him, his hands going to Gabriel's belt wanting to feel him.

The shorter man's lips were on him again the moment they were free from their shirts, rocking his hips and lifting them as Sam shoved down his pants and boxers. The blonde sucked and bit at Sam's neck, his eyes flashing with grace as their clothes vanished, biting down on the tender clave of skin at Sam's neck to stop himself from moaning at the feel of Sam's hardening flesh pressed bare against him.

Sam's hips rutted at the feeling of smooth skin against him, his hands clenching around Gabriel's gyrating hips. His eyes closed at the hard bite and the soothing suckling of his lover's lips that went right to his groin swallowing back a hiss of delight. Hazel eyes rolled behind his lids, his hands clenching at Gabriel's ample cheeks spreading them and biting back a moan at the feeling of his already prepared opening. Gabriel shuddered, pressing his face to Sam's neck as he gripped Sam's long cock squeezing him and stroking him in his hand. The brunette bit harder on his lip, holding in a grunt when Gabriel's hand was on him, cursing internally at his lover's perfectly tight grip.

The archangel pulled back with a smirk, looking over Sam's heaving chest as he stroked him into fullness. He grinned as Sam rutted into his hand before lifting his hips and hovering over the thick member as it throbbed in his hand. The hunter held tight to his hips watching as Gabriel sank down on him, huffing out a heated breath through his nose as Gabriel took all of his length in with slow torturous rolls of his hips. The blonde withheld a whine at the slow pace, knowing any faster and he'd cry out. He bit his lips as his fingers clenched on Sam's broad shoulders only to gasp a breathless silent moan when Sam rutted up into him, forcing the archangel to take all of him with one smooth roll of his hips.

The blonde's head rolled forward, shuddering at a breath barely containing his cry when Sam held tighter to the archangel's waist, holding him still and burying himself inside of the wet canal. Gabriel shuddered at the easy stretch and burn of Sam's thick shaft relishing in the sudden fullness, wanting to cry out. He held tighter to Sam, determined to be quiet even when the taller man found his prostate. Sam licked his lips, his cock rubbing against the bundle of nerves with his every upward thrust.

Gabriel clenched around him, biting down harder on his lips as Sam drilled into him, moving with him. Sam panted, pressing open mouth kisses against the smooth sunkissed skin, his eyes rolling at the clenching walls of his lover. His hips moved in tandem with each roll of Gabriel's, the archangel clenching tighter around him with his efforts to keep quiet in the face of the brunette's punishing pace. Gabriel's head rolled, his nails scraping at Sam's shoulders and back, rocking with each of Sam's thrusts, his cock bouncing and aching between them.

Sam's head went back, not knowing if he could stay quiet with the delicious warmth wrapped around him. He wasn't going to lose. An idea struck him as he watched the archangel bite back his cries. A smirk pulled on Sam's lips, wrapping an arm tight around Gabriel’s hips and pulling from him with a silent gasp. Gabriel couldn't hold back his whine at the sudden loss or the cry that was forced from his lips when Sam bent him over the arm of the sofa. The taller man lined his thick head against his rim from behind him before shoving back inside of him in one long smooth thrust.

"Fuck!"

Sam let out a low guttural groan, his smile wide as he thrusted relentlessly into Gabriel. "Dumbest bet," he said around a moan, wrapping his hand around Gabriel's leaking cock.

"Goddamnit, your cock feels so good,"

Gabriel groaned, admitting defeat and sinking fully into the spikes of bliss that racked through his vessel. "Shit right there, Sammy," he hissed. His hands gripped tight to the arm his chest was pressed against, bucking his hips back to him as Sam rocked into him, his head hanging. "So fucking good."

The brunette smirked his left hand holding tight to Gabriel's hip, losing his rhythm quickly when the blonde let his moans run free. "Fuck, I love your voice, " Sam grunted out, bending over him more and slamming his hips faster. "Love it when you scream for me."

Gabriel let out a low groan at the heated words as Sam's hand stroked his cock faster. "Gonna cum… Fuck Sam don't stop." His hips rocked between the thrusting length and the tight fist around his weeping member.

Sam nodded against him, grunting out his agreement as he thrusted into the fluttering warmth around him, cumming with a choked-off moan against Gabriel's back. The archangel's hips jerked as Sam stiffened behind him, his orgasm hitting him hard as Sam's thumb dragged over his wet tip, cumming over his lover's hand with a shout and a curse.

The hunter groaned, stroking Gabriel through his orgasm and smiling against his back. Gabriel moaned, rutting through the last shocks of his climax, closing his eyes as he went limp against the cushions.

"Not a word," the blonde groaned out as Sam pulled from him. "Nobody likes a gloating giant."

Sam chuckled, trailing kisses down his spine. "Mm. I'm thinking we can start with true crimes and then work our way through that twenty-part special on the Roman Empire."

"Ugh. Fucking nerd." Gabriel groaned, rolling his head to the side and narrowing his eyes at the dimpled smug grin of his lover. "I hate you and your sexy brain."

"Easiest bet in the world, Gabe." Sam chuckled, smiling and turning him over and kissing his pouting lips. "And I love you too."

#asks and answers #shameless smut #smut prompt #sabriel spn #sam wincehster #gabriel supernatural #lemon

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

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

Episode 8: Back to the Danger Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~In the Past~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Swellview Tech University~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Half an hour later~

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yim?"

"'Sup, Yim?"

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

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

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

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

"I wanna go to a zoo!"

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

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We don't have a car."

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

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

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

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

"Where is the beef?"

Yeah, he was so helping them.

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