#he gave his ALL to make that movie and this twenty something thinks it wasn't good enough for 2023
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love that rachel zegler is shitting on the original snow white movie as if it isn't the highest grossing animated film, ever. as if walt disney didn't use his own fucking house as collateral to finance it. as if a feature length colour animation wasn't revolutionary at the time and people didn't work overtime, invented animating mechanisms for the movie. as if it didn't win walt an oscar and make disney what it is today. as if snow white and the seven dwarfs (1937) wasn't a cultural milestone in hollywood history. as if snow white isn't worth anything today because she isn't Girlboss™. as if once upon a time, mirror mirror and red shoes didn't already make snow white an independent leader or whatever. as if it isn't the reason she's currently employed —
#so fucking done with her attitude#snow white doesn't need to be a girlboss slay queen#women don't have to be everything everywhere to be worth something#it's alright to choose love over your career it's alright to want a “prince charming” it's alright to be saved#the blatant disrespect to walt's legacy#he gave his ALL to make that movie and this twenty something thinks it wasn't good enough for 2023#she's entitled to her opinion and she can act it however but show some fuvking respect#it's giving “I'm not like other girls ”#which is sad cuz i did enjoy rachel as maria and was looking forward to her in SW but uhh not anymore#snow white#snow white and the seven dwarfs#snow white 2024#rachel zegler#disney
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Anthony Beauvillier x Reader
Warnings: None that I can think of, but let me know if there are any
Word count: {696}
You and Anthony were cuddled up on the couch under a blanket you had given him when you first started dating. The movie had become background noise as you soaked up every second possible, trying to ignore the thought of your flight being less than twenty-four hours away.
Your legs were tangled together, his hand was caressing your face, and as his arm tightened around your waist, a giggle escaped your lips "I don't think I can get any closer, babe."
The smile he gave you hurt you more than you'd ever admit because the sadness he didn't want to show was clear in your eyes. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't intentionally trying to hurt you, life just got in the way.
When he told you about the trade, you knew long distance was going to be hard, but you convinced yourself it would be like an extended roadie. A very extended roadie.
You were lucky with the somewhat matching schedules, visiting each other was easy, but they didn't make living without the love of your life easier.
He never asked you to make the move, he wanted to, but he couldn't ask that from you, to leave everything you built, over the years, behind. Little did he know you'd drop everything in a heartbeat because he was worth it.
You weren't upset when he didn't ask you because you knew he had his motives, he always did so long distance it was.
At first, you managed, but it was slowly breaking you and you tried hiding it, but he knew. Of course, he knew.
"I wanted to talk to you about something." he whispered. It made your heart skip a beat and as he felt your body stiffen under his arms, he was quick to reassure you "It's not what you think, promise."
He felt you relax a bit and pressed a kiss to your lips to seal the promise like he always did. "The past days with you have got me thinking. I love you, you know that, but this isn't working, mon ange. It's breaking you apart." you opened your mouth to reply, but he shook his head, cutting you off "Don't try and deny it, I see those sad smiles you think you are hiding."
A bashful smile overtook your face as you hid in the crook of his neck "I don't know what you're talking about. And I hate to break it to you, but it sounds exactly like I was thinking."
"Can you look at me, please?" You shook your head, not wanting to face what was coming next and the kiss he placed on the top of your head did little to reassure you. "Look at me, chéri." he pleaded.
You lifted your head and looked into his eyes for what you hoped wasn't the last time "If you're going to break up with me, at least don't do it while we're cuddled up on your couch." Your voice had a sad tone to it and he hated it, but he couldn't stop the loving smile from spreading across his face, and unknowingly to him, it made your blood simmer a bit.
"Could you be happy here? with me?" he asked in between a chuckle, ripping the bandaid off, and he was glad he got good at hiding his nerves because otherwise, he'd be shaking, but your reaction was worth it. Your jaw was slacked as your eyes were trying to figure out if he was either joking or lying. When you were satisfied with what you saw, you started stammering in a breathy voice, trying to put a sentence together and failing.
Anthony placed both his hands on your cheeks, trying to hold back laughter "Chéri, breathe, gather your thoughts, and then tell me what's on your mind."
Doing as you were told, you slapped his chest lightly "Why didn't you just ask that from the beginning?!" your voice slightly raised towards the end of the sentence and Tito couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.
"I had to work up the nerve. It's not every day where I ask a pretty girl to move in with me."
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Thanks for all the love on my other pieces, it means a lot🤗
I don't like the title so suggestions are very welcome!
It's been awhile, but I'll always miss Beau on the Islanders.
Excuse any mistakes, I wrote this while I was watching the Isles game.
Feedback is appreciated, hope you enjoy!
#anthony beauvillier#Anthony Beauvillier imagine#anthony beauvillier x reader#Vancouver Canucks imagine#nhl imagine#hockey imagine#frankie writes...
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Secret
Vampire!Rhea Ripley x reader
summary: You find out you've been living with a vampire for years.
Notes and warnings: blood, animal feeding, Roommates to lovers. no smut this time sorry guys lol, idk what else
*hands*
You closed the door to your house, throwing your painful heels across the living room. You really thought your date tonight would work out, but you knew nothing would beat ice cream and movie night with your roommate which you turned down for that stupid guy.
You heard growling in the kitchen, assuming it was Barry but furrowed your eyebrows when he came wagging his tail in front of you, the weird sounds still going on.
Walking into the kitchen, you found your roommate, Rhea, with her back to you as she leaned over the counter.
“What are you doing, dumbass?” You laughed, slapping her back before looking over to what she was doing. There laid a...rabbit. A pretty big one, all bloody as she bit its neck.
You gasped, moving away from her as quick as you could. Rhea froze, turning around to face you. She was breathing heavily like you'd never seen her before. Her eyes were red as she stared at you with fangs almost piercing her bottom lip. This wasn't your Rhea.
You took a few steps backward, gulping at the sight of Rhea's blood-covered chin. Her eyes widened at your presence, you were not supposed to be home this early.
"R..Rhea?" you whispered, your heart beating so fast you thought it would jump out of your chest. Her fangs were more than enough to explain the situation.
It all made sense. The late-night sneaking out, the black and white pictures of her that seemed to be more than a century old that she excused of being her 'ancestor', your inability to hear her heartbeat when you lay on her chest on movie nights, her being a total night owl, the way she'd hear you in the garage while she was in her bedroom, and the way she'd get fidgety every time you nicked your finger and would look away.
The rabbit on the kitchen counter was absolutely mutilated, you tried not to keep staring but it scared you how much she'd been keeping from you these past years.
She took it out of your sight, wiping her chin with the hem of her shirt as her eyes returned to their usual blue color. "I..I can explain" she mumbled, looking down in shame as your breathing quickened.
You said nothing as you ran past her to your room, locking it multiple times. You were living with a goddamn vampire, what if something happened? what if she killed you in your sleep?.
"FUCK!" you heard her yell from the kitchen. Plates and cups were thrown in frustration. She's got the nerve to act like this when you were the one that just experienced a slap in the face.
twenty minutes or so passed before you heard her heavy steps coming your way. You closed your eyes, wishing she would take the hint and leave.
"Y/n?"
"Y/n. Please" she sounded desperate, knocking on your door with a lump in her throat.
"I'm sorry. I know..I know you think I've put you in danger, and..that I lied. But please, talk to me..through the door, you don't have to get out. I just need to make sure you don't hate me. D..Do you hate me?"
You walked to the door, scanning it to make sure it was properly locked. Though at this point you knew she could just rip it out of its place if she wanted to.
You didn't know what to feel. She was your best friend, you told each other everything, but you could never hate Rhea. ever
"Rhea.." you sobbed, your forehead against the hardwood. "What the fuck are you doing? all those years!"
She gave a guilty hum in return and you knew she was doing the nervous fidgeting with her hands. "What if something went wrong!" you placed your ear to the door, waiting for any response.
"You know I wouldn't hurt you if you were the only bleeding thing in the entire world. Never!" she smacked the door with her fist, startling you. "Sorry.."
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It took so much pleading from her before you opened the door hesitantly, only half of your frame visible to her. She tried not to close the distance and pull you into her but she knew she had to contain herself.
"I'm sorry," she said again, "Please say something"
"If you were going to kill me eventually, do it now" you challenged, crossing your arms.
Your roommate's lips parted, shaking her head in confusion. "Are you deaf? I told you I wouldn't hurt you, I wouldn't hurt anyone for that matter. That's why it was a rabbit not a fucking corpse on that counter"
"And you're saying I should take your word for that? cause I did for the past 4 years! and you lied to me" you walked back into your room and she followed suit.
"I couldn't just tell you 'hey y/n! just so you know, I'm a blood-sucking vampire!' could I?!" she argued, keeping a safe distance between you so as to not trigger you any further.
You kept silent, your back to her which was not a good idea at all after finding out her secret. But if there's one thing you knew, it was that you trusted her with your life, you were just in shock you supposed.
You felt her hands on your shoulder, making their way all over to your waist, pulling your back into her front.
"And..also because I didn't want to lose you" she whispered, her forehead now resting on your shoulder as if she was trying to get as much of you as she could before you tell her to pack her shit and leave.
You didn't know why you let her hold you like this, or even get near you at all. You had mixed feelings at this point, but you weren't going to turn her away.
"How was your date?" she tried to break the ice, her hands wandering over your waist like the clingy roommate she is.
You shook your head, turning to face her with a frown. "Awful, as usual. How'd you hide these fangs from me?"
She chuckled nervously, "they only grow when I'm feeding. Sorry you had to see that, thought you were staying out late"
"I will be needing a very detailed explanation of the whole 'vampire' thing" She nodded as she backed away from you so you can face her, hands in her pockets.
"I'm glad the cat's out of the bag, though. It was such a burden keeping it away from you. Come to think of it, you never answered my question" She looked uncomfortable as her hand held yours, no sign of blood on her. Maybe that's how you were clueless all this time, she never left any trace behind.
You hummed in question, confusion clear in your features. "You don't hate me. Do you?"
You scoffed with a smile, but her frown was still there, so you closed the distance between the both of you with your arms wrapped around her neck, tilting your head to lock your lips with hers. Something you never thought you'd have the guts to do.
Her initial reaction was the usual freezing before she held you impossibly close as your tongues fought for dominance, hers won of course.
"Please tell me you brushed your teeth" you groaned, resting your forehead on hers.
"I did, I swear. I needed to look presentable for when you kick me out of here"
You laughed, shaking your head before continuing your previous action. "I don't hate you, Rhe..I can never hate you"
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Head cannon central.
As you know, I love the idea that Otabek comes from that OLD money. You'd have to look to see the signs, but they are there. So when he comes to stay with Yuri in his new apartment on a long visit, he low key puts things in there Yuri deserves, but would never get for himself.
One of said things? Yuri uses those Lipton tea bags in a cardboard box that's only good for poisoning your tulips and perhaps making long island iced. He says nothing, just suffers thrugh until Yuri has to go do something like ballet class.
Otabek goes shopping, with mutual agreement, so they can cut two birds with one skate. He gets all the things, including tea. He gets no less than eight of those fancy metal tins with different types of tea in each. The ones with like, twelve, maybe twenty silk pouches with fragrant blooms, herbs, and spices. Yuri is not ready for loose leaf, let alone custom blends. And he gets one very large box of cheep assed Lipton, because if that's what Yuri wants, that is what Yuri gets.
Yuri doesn't understand. Tea is tea. Until he sits with Otabek, watching movies, curled up under the same blanket, and smells the cinnamon and cream coming from Otabek's cup. When he thinks Otabek is not looking he steals a sip. Otabek goes to make himself a new cup. He's not getting that one back.
Yuri goes to dance class next week with a cherry blossom and honey tea in his reusable to go cup. Lilia starts to dig into him about coffee and how its not acceptable. Yuri explains it's tea, perhaps a little to enthusiastically. He promises to bring Lilia a cup tomorrow so she can try it too.
Next time Otabek drives Yuri to dance class. He's got the tea for Lilia. As he hands her a bag full of several metal tins with classical, elegant flavors, she sips from the cup Yuri gave her. It's almost enough to make up for that exhibition skate. Almost.
As Otabek stands off to the side, admiration for the art of ballet clear in the way he watches Yuri dance, or perhaps for her prized student himself, quietly saying he'd be happy to send her a subscription for whatever flavors she likes, or she can pick out ones she'd like to try - he'd like to make up for disappointing her all those years ago...
Then he tells her how he knew her, Yakov, and how he first met Yuri. She reluctantly agrees. Let it never be said she's above such fine gestures of recompense. Her time is valuable, after all.
When she gets home she tries the creamed earl grey. Perhaps he's not such a bad boy after all. Inflexible, yes, but there must be something to work with if he has taste like this.
The Lipton winds up staying in the cabinet for years. It makes Otabek smile every time he sees it. Unused, probably decayed to dust by now. They even move it into their new place. It only ever gets used on people Yuri doesn't like. Like his tutors, and that one time Victor pissed him off so much he wasn't speaking to him for weeks.
Otabek adds things. Yuri doesn't understand them, until he can't remember not using them always. Like when they curl up under the same blanket to watch movies with a cup of cinnamon cream tea.
#i am aware there is good Lipton tea.#I am specifically calling out that shit that SHOULD be good but you could kill your next life with#we have all come across that shit show of a box#YoI#Yuri on Ice#!!!#yuri plisetsky#otabek altin#otabek x yurio#otayuri#otayura#Lilia Baranovskaya#victor nikiforov#i am very sure everyone comes over to his house and he suddenly has less tea#Yuuri enjoys the tea#Otabek is best BF
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Day 1 - Drugged
Hehehe let's do some Whumptober!! Going with @ailesswhumptober's prompt list bc like...listen, the prompts are really tasty. Also Miguel belongs to my beloved @whumpr!! Thank you for letting me borrow him!!
TWs: Drugging (but it was requested), panic attacks
Mariano was at the war mage's place, curled up on the couch with Miguel, when he'd offered to get him some water to go with their popcorn. He'd finished his glass immediately, since the extra salt that Miguel liked to add made him thirsty. Mariano hadn't thought anything of it until they'd gone back to watching their movie.
Dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion twenty minutes later. It felt like the couch had swayed underneath him. He hummed, frowning, reaching to press his hand to his own forehead. "Miguel..." He started, realizing that his tongue felt too heavy.
"Hm?" Miguel had an arm around him. He shifted to look Mariano in the eye. "Something the matter?"
"I..." Mariano fought to find the words he wanted. "I feel...weird." He settled on. "I don't think I feel well."
Miguel reached up to push Mariano's hand away from his forehead, pressing the backs of his fingers to Mariano's skin. It made Mariano whimper, leaning into the steadying touch. "You don't have a fever."
The couch swayed again and Mariano leaned closer to Miguel, dropping his face against his shoulder with a whine. His hand shifted to clutch Miguel's shirt. His heart started to race. "What's...?"
"Ah." Miguel said, laughing gently. "Ah, I see. It's just kicking in."
Ice flooded Mariano's chest as his shoulders went tense. He looked up at Miguel, sounding stricken. "Yyyyou...you gave me something."
"Shhh." Miguel said, reaching to cup Mariano's face. "Shhh, breathe." His thumbs started sliding back and forth along Mariano's skin, even as tears started to gather in Mariano's eyes. "Remember you asked me to do this? A few weeks ago?"
"I want to be less panicky when I'm drugged." Mariano had admitted. "I feel like I lose my mind when I realize it's happened, it makes it hard to fight, or run."
"Do you want me to help you work through the panic?" Miguel had asked. "We can use the normal safe word, in case it starts to feel like too much."
"Yes, yes please. Don't warn me, either. I wouldn't get that luxury normally."
Mariano did remember, then, through the haze starting to cloud his mind. Adrenaline started to race through him, drawing his grip on Miguel into something tighter. He nodded, though, groaning at how it made the living room spin.
"Answer me, Mariano, do you remember asking for this?" Miguel spoke low against his ear. A shudder raced down Mariano's spine.
"I do, I...I remember." Mariano slurred. "Remember we were...there's gonna be the...the safe word. In case."
Miguel's hand slid through his hair and Mariano huddled into him. "Perfect." Miguel said, sounding fond. "Exactly. And I'm gonna keep you like this for a while tonight."
Mariano pressed his body closer to Miguel's, as though he were trying to curl up and hide against the shorter man. "How...howww long? I don't...I don't like this."
"You don't get to know." Miguel answered, and Mariano could've sworn he heard him smiling. "Come on, breathe. Relax. We're just watching a movie." The hand in his hair kept up its repetitive strokes, fingertips sliding along Mariano's scalp just how he always liked.
It didn't work. Mariano just got tense all over again. "Miguel, I don't..." He felt his breath hitch. "Please tell mmmme...tell me how long."
Miguel shook his head. "I can't do that." His other hand took Mariano's, winding their fingers together. "You're safe. Take a deep breath."
"Miguel." Mariano's voice broke. Miguel's hand slid from his hair and down to his shoulder, hugging him close as he started to tremble. "I can't--" His heart was racing, his grip tightened on Miguel's hand. The room had started to spin as the edges of his vision started to darken.
He wasn't sure if it was the drugs or the panic attack he might've been having.
"Mariano, you need to calm down." Miguel spoke firmly. "Nothing is going to happen to you. I won't let anything happen to you."
Mariano couldn't breathe. He tried to listen, tried to calm down. He couldn't hear what Miguel said next, though. He only dimly heard himself starting to cry.
Miguel's hands cupped his face, making Mariano meet his eyes. Mariano saw his pact rings reflected in them. "Mariano." Miguel's brows were furrowed in concern. "Mariano, hey. Look at me. Is there someone you want to talk to?"
Mariano swallowed hard. "Llllluis." He breathed. "Luis." He repeated as tears started to roll down his face.
"Okay, I hear you. I hear you, we're done." Miguel said, helping Mariano lie down. "It'll wear off in an hour or two. You're just going to feel sleepy. That's it. It's a sedative. They give it to pets for vet visits, it just makes your body relax." Miguel's voice washed over him as the tears kept falling.
Mariano nodded, looping his arms around Miguel's waist. "Oka-ay." He whimpered, muffled by Miguel's shirt. "Okay. I...okay. Thhhhank you." Miguel's fingers started sliding through Mariano's hair again, and this time it started to help. Tension began to melt out of Mariano's shoulders as the drugs started to pull him further under. "Thank yyyyou."
"Shhh." Miguel's voice was softer now, and Mariano wasn't sure if it was because Miguel was doing it on purpose or if he was just starting to doze. "Take a nap if you need to. I won't go anywhere."
Mariano nodded, feeling heavier than ever. His eyes slid closed. Panic still buzzed at the back of his head, but with Miguel's cologne in his nose and his hand in his hair, he could breathe.
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Imagine # 1,052
Gifs NOT mine.
Year posted - 2023
*This was written with the idea that reader is in her mid twenties, so there's an age gap between reader and Ray. Also I've not watched this movie lmao. Why do I do this? I DON'T KNOW!
Setting her bag down on the kitchen counter, (Y/n)'s hands drifted down to brush across her belly. Smiling when the baby girl inside gave a kick,and ignoring the pain that followed. "I know honey, you're missin' your daddy. So am I." She mused to her belly, happy to be back home and away from her latest hospital check up. But considering the lack of his car in the driveway, she knew Ray wasn't back yet, back with his brother Raymond, her godfather. "This is gonna be a long day." She sighed as she poured herself a glass of cold water, drinking nearly half of it before she felt satisfied. Setting the glass on the counter she licked her damp lips, taking notice of the sound of two car doors closing. Her shimmering eyes cast in the direction of the front door as it swung open, the sounds of Ray and Raymond's voices following as they entered the quiet home. Their voices drifted to the dining room, and (Y/n) steeled her nerves. "Here goes nothing." She murmured under her breath as she exited the kitchen and entered the dining room. The older men's eyes quickly cast to her as she entered, and she offered a smile with a small wave. "Hey guys." She hummed, her free hand still tracing her round belly absentmindedly.
"(Y/n) you're pregnant!" Raymond gawked at her, a small grin tugging at his lips at the sight of her round belly. "Yeah." She smiled sheepishly. "Who's the father?" Raymond asked after a moment, his smile faltering when she glanced nervously at his brother. "Wait why is she here?" Raymond turned his attention to Ray, who looked just as anxious as she did. "Well where else is she gonna go?" Ray countered, confirming Raymond's fear. "You did not have sex with my goddaughter!" Raymond's confusion had quickly turned to anger, glaring at his brother as if he was intent to kill him. "Um." Was all Ray could get out before Raymond repeatedly began shoving at his chest, Ray instinctively pushed back anticipating it to turn into a fight. "She's half your age!" Raymond hissed stepping back a little when Ray moved to hit him in the face, then giving him another shove before backing away again. "Enough stop it the both of you. You're both acting like children." (Y/n) put herself between them, her back to Ray as she intended on calming Raymond down.
"How could you do something like this?" Raymond asked addressing Ray, who in turn scowled. "Excuse me, I can make my own decisions. Thank you very much." (Y/n) cut in, her fingers lacing with Rays when he grabbed her hand. "But-But him!?" Raymond stammered in frustration. "And what's wrong with him huh?" She glared now at her godfather. "He's not good enough for you!" Raymond shouted as if it were obvious, and she simply wasn't seeing it. "I'll decide who's good enough for me, not you." She turned to Ray, her eyes softening at the look shimmering in his eyes, clearly hurt by what Raymond had said. "He's more than good enough for me, he's perfect." (Y/n) murmured as she looked into his eyes, her words only making Raymond scoff. "He's a junkie!" Raymond argued, and (Y/n) quickly spun on her heel, her and Ray both glaring daggers at Raymond. "He's been sober for years now, I know because I was the one looking after him when he was coming down." Raymond frowned at her words. "You were still in highschool." He pointed out. "And why do you think I missed so much school my senior year? Because I was here when the withdraw sickness became to much of him. I was here, looking after him, helping him, caring for him. Unlike you." She spat, thoroughly fed up with Raymond's behavior, though she knew this is exactly how he was going to react, and it's the exact reason why she never told him.
"And before you make any sick assumptions, nothing happened between us. For years I was just his friend, looking out for him. It wasn't until last year when we became intimate, and that was only because I initiated it, and convinced him it was okay. Because it is okay, we're both adults, mature enough to make our own decisions." She ranted, only stopping and closing her eyes, when Ray moved to place his hand on her belly, standing beside her. "Shh calm down sweetheart, stress isn't good for the baby." Ray spoke softly, now rubbing at her baby bump, the feeling helping her relax a little, and his words quelling the raging fire that was her anger. "You don't have to accept this, but I will not have you talking about Ray like that. I love him, he makes me happy, and he takes good care of me, and that should be enough for you to accept this." (Y/n) opened her eyes, looking to Raymond with emotionless eyes. Eyes that quickly swirled with adoration when they cast to his brother at her side. Resting her head against his shoulder, and relaxing under his tender touch. "I love you too." Ray whispered against her hair before placing a small kiss there. All the while Raymond stood there unsure of what to say, or how to feel on the matter anymore.
|Time Skip|
The following hours had been awkward and uncomfortable for the three adults. While Ray drove them to the funeral in his car, with (Y/n) in the passenger seat holding his free hand, and Raymond sat quietly in the backseat. When they stopped at a gas station for (Y/n) to use the bathroom, Raymond hadn't even realized he'd been staring at Ray, until Ray grunted out an annoyed "What?". "Why her? Of all the women in the world, why her?" Raymond asked what had been bugging him all day. "Because I love her." Ray responded before casting his gaze back to the gas station, watching like a hawk for (Y/n) to return. "Because you love her?" Raymond questioned, clearly unconvinced. "Yes I love her, is that really so hard to believe?" Ray grumbled. "Yes." Raymond stated without hesitation, making Ray roll his eyes. "Well I do." Ray muttered, breathing a silent breath of relief at the sight of (Y/n) exiting the gas station. A small smile tugging at his lips at the sight of the snacks she held in her hands. "Here you go honey." (Y/n) passed Ray a bag of his favorite chips, when she reached the car.
Then a Debbie snack to Raymond. "Here." She muttered softly to him, glancing at his eyes for a moment before settling in her seat. Another sweet treat in her hand for herself. "Thanks." Raymond muttered when he looked at what she'd given him. "Thank you sweetheart." Ray leaned over again gave her a quick kiss, the sight making Raymond scoff. "Could you not do that in font of me?" Raymond groaned. "Grow up." Ray sassed as he looked back at his brother, who bit his tongue while glaring back at him. (Y/n) kept quiet as she opened her wrapper, offering her hand to Ray to open his as well. He passed her the bag and started diving once more, smiling softly at her when she returned the now open bag to him. Back on the road they made it to the funeral in a matter of twenty minutes, the atmosphere in the car turning from awkward to somber. And it remained that way long after they'd reached the cemetery some time later. "Honestly I just don't get what she sees in you." Raymond mused carelessly from the back seat. Ray closed his bible, turned to his brother, and simply flipped him off in response.
(Y/n) had gone to their father's plot, with a single pink posy in her hand. Paying her respects to him, despite never having met the man, or liking him after Ray told her the stories about how abusive he had been. "How are my girls feeling?" Ray asked when she re-approached the car, his hands cupping her belly after sitting his bible aside. "Tired." (Y/n) hummed before yawning. "It's a girl?" Raymond asked in a soft tone. "Yeah." She nodded her head, smiling down at her belly, her hands resting on top of Rays. The sight warmed Raymond's heart, slowly coming to terms with the situation. "I'm sorry for being such an ass about all this." He muttered after a moment of staring at her belly. "I get it... I don't like it, but I get it." (Y/n) responded, smiling when Ray pulled her hands forward to kiss her knuckles. "Do you wanna feel her?" She asked as she looked to Raymond, who looked hopeful but apprehensive. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yeah of course." (Y/n) smiled reassuringly, moving away from Ray to allow Raymond to touch her belly. Ray watched with a fond smile as his brother reached out tenderly to touch her belly.
"Here." She dragged his hand to the right side of her belly, where he felt a small kick. "Oh wow." He chuckled at the feeling, melting when the baby did it again. "She's very active, especially whenever Ray reads to us, or plays his trumpet. She seems to really like jazz just like her father." (Y/n) mused with a fond smile, looking to Ray who offered her a quick wink. "She's gonna be a handful." Raymond teased playfully, chuckling when the baby kicked again. "Just like her daddy." Ray cut in, making (Y/n) chuckle. "Don't I know it." (Y/n) mused. "I'm really happy for you, you know?" Raymond looked up to her, still holding her belly. "It's just... This was a lot to take in, and a little weird to me." He added, his words making (Y/n) nod in understanding. "You know Ray cried when I told him I was pregnant." She mused, smirking when Ray audibly groaned. "Really?" Raymond chuckled in disbelief. "Yep. Fell to his knees and buried his face into my still flat belly, muttering all sorts of nonsense and praise." She smiled at the memory, and Ray only shrugged when his brother looked at him. "He's going to be a great father." She added absentmindedly, making Rays heart melt. "Yeah I'm sure he will be." Raymond agreed as he removed his hands from her belly, smiling softly up at her, his sincere words making tears prick in her eyes. "Thank you." Ray muttered softly to his brother, beyond proud to hear him say that.
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Hi baby! I have a Drabble request if ur up to it!
Could you maybe do something with a reader with adult acne/acne scars? I’m 25 and still have significant acne, but I got a crap tone of acne scars 😭😭
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You had a million bad habits; chewing your nails, bouncing your leg, picking at the skin around your nails, biting your inner cheek.. But none of them compared to how badly you picked at your face.
Reading a book? Your finger is already absentmindedly dragging along your cheek to look for a bump.
Catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and notice the little white dot on your nose? Next thing you know your entire face is red from all of the pinching and pulling.
Steven is constantly getting on you for it, warning you that you are going to ruin your skin if you keep it up.
You always brush him off, promising that you'd try to stop at some point. You tried to not do it around him, though sometimes you didn't even know you were doing it until he said something.
It was even worse when you just got out of the shower. The hot water had opened your pores enough to where it made everything come out much easier.
You had spent the last twenty minutes picking at the spots on your forehead and your left cheek, which were the spots that seemed to flare up the most.
It wasn't until a loud knock sounded from the bathroom door that you stopped, staring back at what you had done. "Shit.." You mumbled, staring at all of the fresh, swollen bumps on your skin, patches of red surrounding them.
Marc walked in when you didn't answer, immediately noticing your puffy skin. "Ah baby, I thought you said you were gonna stop?"
You let out a long groan, digging around in the closet for one of the face masks Steven had given you. "Yeah, yeah. It's not that easy."
"I know but damn." Marc mumbled, watching you rip the top off of a packet filled with a green paste. "Lemme do it?" He reached out for the packet, grinning when you gave it to him.
You sat on the edge of the sink, allowing Marc to stand in between your legs as he smeared a finger full of paste across your cheek, the smell of cucumber filling the space between you two.
"I don't understand why you do this, baby. Doesn't it hurt?"
"Kind of. It seems worth it in the moment though. It's like- I've got one goal and I'll do anything to get that satisfaction, ya know?"
"I guess." Marc mumbled, focusing on making sure you had an even amount of the mask covering each part of your face. "Alright, I think you're good. But you've seriously gotta stop doing that babe."
"Yeah, yeah.'' You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a peck on the lips. "I love you." You said, prolonging the 'u' sound.
Marc rolled his eyes, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I love you too, dear." He then picked you up from the sink, carrying you back into the living room. "Movie night?"
"Movie night." You rested your head on his shoulder, thanking the gods above for sending you a man like Marc.
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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 27
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader
Words: 4,779
Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: GOODNIGHT AND GOOD MOURNING
Bucky counts two rings of the doorbell and six knocks. Second ring in case the first wasn't heard, six heavy knocks in case the doorbell might be broken, and yet despite this extra work, he never actually had any real expectations for the door to open on its own. Unfortunately, he gave up hope on that a few weeks ago.
Setting some bags down by his feet and cursing when they immediately tip over, he uses his new free hand to fish through his pocket, succeeding in not only finding his keys, but the correct one to unlock this blasted barrier before him.
Per usual, he's greeted with an eerily dark hallway that seems fitting for the start of a horror movie. Shuffling through the door with another curse as the same pesky bags get caught on the handle, he kicks it shut behind himself then calls out into the darkness as if it would reply, "Hey...It's me!"
Unfazed by the greeting of silence, he leaves his boots and coat there before making a b-line for the kitchen, pleased to leave all his grocery bags there to officially free himself of their incontinent weight. He goes to the fridge first, not to put anything away, but rather to grimace at the barren sight inside. Some condiments, a little bit of milk, veggies that look past their expiration date, and a half rack of beer…Good thing he went shopping.
Walking around the bar and into the living room, Bucky almost makes the mistake of going further which would've taken him right past the couch and, more importantly, the motionless lump lying there. When he does spot it in the corner of his eyes, he sighs - for some reason he still has a reason to sigh despite this having become a despairing routine as of lately.
Slowly, he steps over the few empty beer bottles on the floor and squats next to the couch where his frown only grows deeper as he pokes the lump, "It's past noon...You should get up and eat something - You need to get up and eat something."
He only gets a groan in response, but at least that's better than continued silence.
"I bought groceries. I can make something if you want?" Nothing, "...Or I can even order some take-out. Anything particular in mind?"
"...I don't want anything..."
Bucky inhales, although he tries not to make it sound so sharp. Standing upright and grabbing the empty bottles, he heads back into the kitchen, “...You’ll make yourself sick living off of beer alone, you know?”
"For your information, I had ramen yesterday."
"I'm proud of you," He's truly sincere, not that you'd believe that, "That means today, we can have something other than beer or ramen. Now, what do you feel like? I was thinking we could just do a simple, early dinner. I got some frozen pizza. Maybe we can have that and do a movie night or somethin' - just enjoy an easy going, lazy day. What do you say? I wouldn't mind another marathon of Lord of the Rings. You still keep the extended cuts under the TV stand, yeah?”
He’s rambling and normally, you find it enduring, however today - and for the last few weeks - his voice has been a distant echo in your head; nothing but a dull mumble against the terrible thoughts that overtake your care and concern. It makes you feel shitty in every way possible. Bucky visits every day without fail, armed with unlimited patience and kindness that he somehow manages to smother you in without actually smothering you (it’s been painfully obvious that he’s desperately trying to give you some space while still being present).
"Oh yeah, and I also got your favorite. They had it next to check-out. 'thought you'd like some," Even when a candy bar is waved in front of your face, your eyes barely shift to it before disappearing from sight when you curl further into your blanket sanctuary.
"...No thank you.”
Although his smile does wobble a bit into a frown, Bucky forces himself not to break; not here, not in front of you. He’d be an absolute hypocrite to complain, after all, it was him who spent several years moping which (unintentionally) dragged you into quite a lot of trouble. You pulled him from that hole, giving him the support he needed to move on from his past as hard as that had been. Now it’s his turn to return the favor.
Still - and he’s afraid he might be thinking selfishly with this, but there are days where he just wants to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, and force you to go outside for once because the worry is eating away at him right now. It’s been weeks since the Snap - Well, five years for everyone else, but only a few measly weeks since the two of you had been thrown into this whirlwind of events that have left you both shaken.
It’s strange to think you can close your eyes and find out five years have passed. It’s even stranger to be thrown into a war for the universe immediately after, receiving no chance to process everything going on until you’re left with nothing. Natasha, Tony, Steve…The people who you cared for are gone and you never got to say goodbye - not in the way you wanted.
You were so damn happy, too. At long last, you had fixed your life, surrounded by people who were close to Hollie or at least understood that you were once her. No more pretending nor biting your tongue; you were free to just be you, both as Hollie and (Y/n). To think, you were actually excited for your future for the first time in, well, years - decades, even…then it all came tumbling down within mere minutes…Now you’re left with the shattered remains yet again and can’t help but ask yourself: how many more times? When will you have suffered enough?
"...(Y/n)...” Bucky breathes your name and you notice the crack behind his voice as he kneels down beside you, gently moving a strand of hair away from your face, “I’m not asking for you to be okay or to move on. I’m just asking that you take care of yourself a little better. You’re not eating, you haven’t left the apartment in days - I don’t even think you’re really sleeping either. I -...I’m getting really worried about you, darling…”
He has a point. You know he has a point because this isn’t the first time you’ve been here. If anything, you should be an expert on grief and recovery, having learned from experience that wallowing doesn’t bring anyone back…so why do you still feel like utter shit then? You should be a productive member of society, counting your blessings and moving on because you’re lucky enough to even be here. So many people have it worse than you. Bucky, for example. He lost Steve, too. He tries to brush it off, but you see the pain in his eyes. Steve didn’t die or anything. He just…left. He left both of you willingly despite the suffering you’ve already been cursed with…He abandoned you both with it and while you want to be happy for him and happy that he got to be with Peggy in the end as they both deserved…you can’t help feeling pissed…betrayed even…
Bucky has a right to be mad, too. He should have his own time to grieve for himself instead of being stuck in this dark apartment babying you. Even if he has already moved on (not that you’d believe it), that would be all the more reason for him to go live his life. Why does he keep fussing over you when he should be taking care of himself?
“I’m getting really worried about you, darling…”
…You wish you could make Bucky happy. You want him to be happy, having moved on from all those awful things HYDRA had done to the quiet, simple life he desires, yet selfishly at the same time, you don’t actually want to let him go. You’re stuck in this awful limbo where you want to throw in the towel and give up on everything you’ve worked so hard on throughout the years, after all, it sure didn’t take long to crumble around you, but at the same time, you’re so tired of feeling alone…You don’t want to go back to that life even if it means desperately grasping at strings and dragging poor Bucky down with you…
At long last you peek out from behind your blanket, lazily gazing up at the man in question. There was once a time when you would shamelessly swoon at the thought of having his affection and admittedly, you’re heart still flutters at hearing his concern for you, however after the Snap, you can’t help feeling numb inside as if your heart is covered in frozen ice that even Bucky can’t chip away…at least, that's what you had begun to believe until finally getting a good look at him.
Your heart speeds up so suddenly it makes a wave of nausea run over your entire body, making you feel a bit more awake than you had been before. For once you find energy for something and that's to wiggle your arm out from under the blankets, reaching until your fingers manage to touch the top of his head.
"...You cut your hair," You observe so stupidly, avoiding his eyes as you focus only on his new haircut which is quite the change. Yesterday he had his hair pulled back into a bun while complaining of the heat, however today, his long locks are gone, leaving a rather short yet soft fluff behind.
"Yeah...'got it done this morning," He slightly bows his head down towards you more, burning through all his willpower not to fully lean into your touch. He’s as cautious with his movements as he is in watching your expression and asking the question, “Do you like it…?”
You finally allow yourself to look at his face, your fingers just barely running along his cheek on their way to falling limb against the couch again. For a brief second anyone could miss, your lip quivers, but you do good to press it back the same way you blink away any tears threatening to make an appearance. Maybe Bucky notices, maybe he doesn’t.
"...It’s a good look on you,” You inhale, eyes drifting over his facial features to catch every detail because at this point you’ve abandoned all caution. You’ll accept in this moment that you’re being selfish and you’ll also decide not to care, “...You clean up nicely, Barnes. Who would’ve guessed?”
Bucky beams - quite literally, he beams with a boyish grin and glitter to his eyes after hearing you say something more akin to your usual self. Oh, how he’s missed your teasing. Sure, your voice is cracked and barely more than a whisper, but it’s progress he won’t object to. He also doesn’t object to you slowly sitting up while running a hand through your own messy air and sighing at your headache.
“So, um…A movie marathon, you said?”
“Unless you have anything else in mind?”
You press your lips, never letting the hand fall from your head. There’s a voice inside who tries to argue, reminding you that it’ll only end in more heartbreak if you try yet again to pick up the pieces of Hollie’s life, but God, it’s so damn difficult with Bucky’s adorable, hopeful smile. He’s attached to you even without understanding the truth. He cares for (Y/n), he worries about you…That’s supposed to be a good thing, right? You wanted that - wanted to know that he could love you as you, not as just Hollie, however there’s a side of you that doesn’t feel quite right about it for some reason…some reason you’ll ignore.
“...No. A movie night sounds fun…”
Baby steps - that’s what it took for you to start functioning again after Bucky’s supposed death seventy eight years ago; lots and lots of baby steps. Misery doesn’t disappear overnight which is a cruel truth that hasn’t changed between then and the modern era, although misery does fade overtime if you can successfully focus on the things you like and the things you still have.
You might not have your family to pull you out of this funk like last time, but at least you have Bucky (a bittersweet switch, if anything). He’s kept you distracted with different movies he wants to watch and recipes he’d like to bake. He’s always around, in fact you’ve already told him he can keep that spare key to your apartment because honestly, neither of you can remember that last time he’s actually stayed at his own.
Once you stopped stubbornly pushing him away, Bucky was allowed to bear witness to some of the demons that have been haunting your mind since the Snap. It’s safe to say you’ve done your fair share of crying in front of him, letting your frustrations slip as you curse Thanos and the universe and anyone who can possibly be linked to causing your current pain. You’ve expressed your anger with Steve, your sorrow over Natasha, and mourning for Tony.
You’re thankful that, no matter what sobs or curses have escaped you, Bucky has never filled the gap with unrealistic promises that everything will ‘be okay’. You’ve grown tired of hearing that from others, so it’s been refreshing to have someone instead hold you during your moments of vulnerability while promising that they’ll always be there for you when life gets rough.
Thanks largely to Bucky’s encouragement and support, you’ve gotten better. Not ‘better’ as in fully fixed, but ‘better’ as in you can find the strength to go on errands into town and ensure you’re maintaining a healthy diet again.
Life seems to have returned to a small sense of normal again, strongly reminding you of your stay in Romania which you had treasured so much. Coffee together in the mornings, afternoons discussing each other’s day, movie nights, and take-out dinner…It’s no wonder that your parents have inquired about your ‘boyfriend’. Your relationship sure seems to be leaning that way from the outside looking in (more than it ever has before) and, despite how desperately you try to ignore it, sometimes you find yourself drifting too far into the domestic bliss the same way you had in Romania, dangerously letting your guard down until you’re ripped back into reality by an unwanted and awful reminder…First it had been Steve appearing in your apartment those seven years ago, now this…
“You know…” Bucky’s voice easily gains your attention, earning a pleasant hum as you curl your head closer to his chest in acknowledgment.
It’s hot out today meaning the air conditioning’s been blasting with a box fan rumbling mere feet away, yet you’ve still filed no complaint towards cuddling close to his side on the couch while binging an entire season of The Office.
Despite your patience waiting for a response, it doesn’t come too promptly. Instead he awkwardly adjusts his arm around you and swallows before speaking, “...We should go out to dinner tomorrow night.”
You’re both blind and deaf to his shyness, merely perking an eyebrow without taking your eyes off the screen, “Why tomorrow? Are you on a diet that says you can’t eat dinner on Tuesday nights?”
Usually he’d chuckle at such a comment, and he nearly does, a short sound making it past his lips which he quickly bites back, “N-No, I mean, we’ll still eat dinner tonight obviously, I was just trying - I’d like to go somewhere nice together. Sit down dining, type deal.”
Finally understanding the hint, you become a bit nervous yourself, “How ‘nice’ are we exactly talking? Red Robins kinda nice or um…make a reservation nice?”
“Nicer than Red Robins…” He rubs the back of his neck with a shrug, although you don’t get a chance to voice your concerns because he skillfully spots them first, “Don’t worry about money or anything like that. I’ve been saving. I was thinking I’d treat ya’ - take you out to dinner someplace special for the evening…I promised after all.”
Bucky’s eyes widen in surprise when you push away from him so quickly that you almost fall off the couch. It would be one thing for you to just turn and look at him, however your movements are desperate as if his touch had suddenly burned you. The way you’re actually looking at him doesn’t help, either. You appear as if you’ve seen a ghost, face pale and eyes wild as you stare.
“W-When?”
“Huh -?”
“When did you promise that?” You whisper rather cautiously, only further confusing the poor man.
“In Wakanda? A week or so before you came there I promised that when we see each other again, I’d take you out to dinner - as a thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” Bucky frowns, visibly concerned about your behavior, enough so that he hesitates to reach out to you, “Are you alright -?”
“- I…I don’t know if that’s a good idea…‘sounds kinda like a date, don’t you think?” You try to calm your heartbeat through deep yet casual breaths, even attempting a poor laugh at the end of your sentence, however it’s clear such struggling is useless; that damage has already been done.
Bucky bows his head in shame while slowly retracing his hand, “...Would a date be so bad?”
You open your mouth only to close it, fearing the nausea that bubbles within your stomach. This isn’t how you expected your reaction to be. You’ve been dreaming of this moment, desperately hoping for the day Bucky asks you out so that you can finally rekindle that relationship you once had and miss dearly. It would have to be by his own terms, you decided long ago, not wanting to push him by making the move yourself, however secretly, there has been another reason for waiting - a certain anxiety that has interested in relevance over these last nine years.
"The second I get back, I'm taking you out to dinner - a nice place, too, I've been saving.”
“Let me do this for you, Hollie. Eight o'clock sharp. Houghton's. I'd say wear something nice, but you look dazzling in anything."
It isn’t easy having lived two lives. It isn’t easy having the memories of a different person - although still you - who remains in pieces only inside your mind and personality. You’re Hollie. You’ve maintained certain traits of hers and you continue to love all that she had…but you’re also (Y/n). You don’t look the same and you endured a new childhood, in a new world, with a new family…While in your own eyes, you’d argue that this change is minimum, equivalent to the way a child changes into a teen and a teen into an adult, there’s has always been a fear hidden within your heart that others might not see the same.
What if someone who knew you then doesn’t like who you are now?
You were able to set that question aside for the others. Steve knew Hollie as a friend. You were close, although your interactions were limited and rarely were you alone. Frankly, you became closer during your time as (Y/n) when each other's support was needed more than ever. Tony knew Hollie as an aunt when he was very young. His image of you was built upon four years of vague memories with your care and support being at the forefront; that’s all he expected from (Y/n)...Neither of them truly compared to Bucky, a man who loved Hollie in more ways than one and got to know her best despite your short time together.
What if he doesn’t like who you are now?
Bucky loved Hollie - he still loves her. You saw her picture in his wallet once when he brought groceries over. You’re okay with that part alone, however you worried that if you immediately told him from the very beginning that you’re the same person as that girl in the photo - from that first day you found him in DC - would he have only loved you because of Hollie? Because the concept of being with you was his only chance of being with her again?
It’s ridiculous and foolish. You act jealous of yourself, although you honestly believed it to be in the best interest for both of you. You don’t want to exist solely as a living memory, not an individual, and you don’t think it would’ve been healthy for Bucky, either. He needed to love you for who you are now. He needed to move on in some way.
He has moved on. Hollie’s still kept close to his heart, yet he’s sitting here now asking for you. He’s spent months - no, years probably - loving you and looking to you as a means to finally be happy. This is exactly what you wanted…so why do you still feel so shitty inside?
"(Y/n)!”
You turn your head. You can tell by his eyes that Bucky didn’t mean to raise his voice, but at least it gained your attention at last. Cautiously, he reaches for you again, this time committing to the action. It’s only when the cold metal of his thumb runs along your cheek that you realize you’re crying.
“...It doesn’t have to be a date. We don’t even have to go. Don’t -...Don’t worry about it, alright? It’s not that big of a deal?” Oh, but it is. Bucky’s such a terrible liar. If it truly wasn’t a big deal, then why did his voice crack with a dejected undertone?
“I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry. I’m just…being emotional for no reason at all,” You huff mostly to yourself, miserably attempting to rub the tears away with the edges of your sleeves. Bucky has much better luck at it, carefully using his thumbs and palms to catch your tears. All the while, he searches your eyes for any sign of harm which almost makes you forget your sadness…almost…
Meeting his gaze, you move a hand of your own to his cheek, smiling softly, “I’d love to go on a date with you, James.”
“But -”
“- I’m afraid.”
His mouth snaps shut after your whisper and it takes him a second to meet it, equally as silent, “...Why?”
You don’t answer too promptly yourself. A keen eye would notice your hesitation as you heavily debate your next action, although you hide it well behind the admiration you seem almost drunk on while running your hand back into Bucky’s much shorter hair. For years you’ve bit your tongue and danced around your inner thoughts which has been a tiring endeavor for sure, enough so that in a moment like this, you’ve lost the willpower to keep the act up, choosing to instead speak directly from your heart regardless of the risk.
“...You’ve always been so good to me, James. ‘a real knight in shining armor…You know, I was so alone before I met you, not thinkin’ I’d ever find someone who could keep up with my nonsense. Others figured me to be crazy, that or they were intimidated by me being too ‘unique’, as my family put it. Whether I tried to change or not, it didn’t matter because if I wasn’t different to the world, I was different to myself. There was no winning and my displacement only seemed to grow with age. ‘started to believe the universe cursed me for some reason - that I must’ve done something terrible in my past or perhaps I was simply too happy at some point, leaving an overdrawn balance now…I didn’t want to do it anymore, but then you came around again. You gave me hope - meaning, even.
“I feel happy with you - very happy, as if I can breathe easy and just be myself without ever worrying about judgment again because as long as you like me, that’s all I need to know that I’m not crazy,” Bucky opens his mouth, but he doesn’t get a chance when you gently place a finger to his lips, “You mean sooo much to me, James, in fact I don’t think you’ll ever be able to truly understand the full extent of my love for you…and that’s what scares me. There’s…Well, there’s something I need to tell you, but I’m afraid that whenever I do, you’ll push me away. Whether it’s because you don’t believe me or you get mad at me -”
“- I could never get mad at you, darling -”
“- You say that now and I'm sure you believe it, but once you hear what I have to say, you might change your mind -”
“- I don’t think that’s possible -”
“- James -”
“- You said that I might not understand the extent of your love, but I don’t think you understand mine,” He interrupts more sternly, slowly grasping your wrist and lowering your hand over his heart. He holds it there and doesn’t let go, a hint of shyness in his eyes, “You mean a lot to me - you have meant a lot to me for a while now. Around you, I feel relaxed a-as if all those things HYDRA had done never happened. I start to think that I might actually deserve a happy life by your side and even if I don’t, then fuck it, I don’t find myself caring. I want to be with you anyways because every second that I’m not, I’m restless like a piece of me is gone…Being here with you, I…It’s a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time…There’s nothing you could say to make it suddenly go away.”
You chuckle apprehensively with a shake of your head, letting your gaze finally fall from his, “...I bet I could…”
“I highly doubt it,” He rolls his eyes, leaning close enough for his own quiet laughter to be felt. You steal a glance at his lips, nearly giving into your own temptation to touch them, although you hesitate there instead.
“You don’t know -”
“- I don’t need to then -”
“- This is serious, James!” You plead weakly, trying to pull your hand from his and move off his lap where you just now notice he’s brought you, yet it should be of no surprise that he’s stronger than you and won’t let this matter drop so easily without resolve.
Your actions cause his concern to return and he becomes serious once again, his stormy eyes watching you so very carefully with his bottom lip puffed out in a pout, “...What’s really wrong, (Y/n)? I don't get it. You just said that you love me too and that must be true - I believe that it's true because, I mean, why else would you have stuck by my side after all the shit I’ve dragged you into? I-If I have to do more to prove my love for you, I will, if that’s what has you so worried - Or if you’re not ready for a relationship yet, that’s fine, too. Just…tell me what’s wrong so that I can fix it. No more beatin’ around the bush…Please, darling…”
Suddenly, your eyes feel so stern watching him despite the tears that fill them as you slightly bow your head in what you would deem as shame, although he might mistake it for anger given how persistent and strange you’re behaving. He’s all ears, though. Maybe slightly taken aback by your vulnerable speech, but this isn’t the first time you’ve expressed your inner thoughts with him since the Snap and he’s here to listen without judgment as he’s always been. He just hopes he didn’t make you uncomfortable by overstepping.
Usually you're the one to make him flustered. He thought all of your prior flirting meant he was safe to ask you out, however he’s now starting to second guess all of that. He hasn’t dated since Hollie, after all. He’s been out of the game for so long, it’s completely possible that he read the situation wrong. Then again, you just admitted to loving him, so what’s stopping you? You had assured long ago that you have no actual fiancé, he's certain you aren't dating anyone else at the moment, and you've both gone in public countless times together, so surely you aren't ashamed to be seen with him even despite his muddy past. Is it too soon after the Snap? Are you just not ready for commitment? Why are you suddenly acting so hesitant as if you haven't spent the last several years longing for each other?
"...Bucky," He shallows somewhat nervously when you whisper his name, meeting eyes once again, "...I'm Holiday Stark..."
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1. I have never left the United States. There were multiple times where I'd planned a trip or planned on spending a semester of school out of the country, but something major would happen to keep me stuck here 🤣 I don't think I'll ever get out of here😂
2. I'm an only child who grew up outside of Memphis, TN on fifty acres of land. My only neighbors were family members. My cousins are fourteen, eleven, and nine years older than me, so it was up to my imagination to entertain myself 😂
3. I married an only child. My husband and I decided to have at least two children after his father became seriously ill with his heart and we saw how hard it was on my husband in having to make all the decisions concerning life support. That's how I ended up being the mother of two.
4. I've never had to study. If I read something once, I'm able to remember just about all of it. Not really a photographic memory but close to it. I'm the same with hearing something. I can usually walk out of a movie theater, quoting lines from certain scenes.
5. I never wanted a big wedding (even though I have a huge extended family) because I hate being the center of attention. I dreamed of eloping somewhere beautiful, on a spur of the moment decision. I kinda got my dream. My husband gave in to eloping in the Smoky Mountains during a very snowy January, but he wanted it planned with a tux and wedding dress and just our parents. I gave in and was happy I did after finding the perfect dress and in seeing how much it meant to our parents
6. When I was twenty-nine, I had to have a complete hysterectomy. Benign tumors had taken over my ovaries and were embedded in my uterus. The ones in my uterus had grown and stretched it to the point where it was the size it would have been if I was three months pregnant. Since I wasn't pregnant, it was some of the worst physical pain I've ever experienced with it pressing into various nerves in my back and pelvic region. I've never been more excited to have surgery than that day.
7. I'm not really a crier. I can watch sad movies, lose loved ones, be depressed, but the tears rarely fall. People have been shocked and thought I either didn't really love them or that I have no heart. Trust me, I do, I just don't really cry. The few times I have broken down and actually had tears, my loved ones and friends have panicked not knowing what to do since I'm supposed to be the stoic one of the bunch. It ends up being like that scene in Sense and Sensibility when Emma Thompson breaks down 🤣 Everyone freezes or tries to leave the room 😂
8. I love to laugh and joke around. I have both a silly and extremely sarcastic sense of humor. I use humor in everything and as often as I can. I'm the one you sit by during serious situations if you want to diffuse the tension with a giggle. I've even made people laugh at funerals during my eulogies (all respectful and usually just a funny, sweet anecdote about my loved one). Life is too precious to not find all the little bits of joy we can.
9. I did everything that my late aunt predicted I would in life. She said I would get a teaching degree, which I did. She said I would meet my husband before I graduated college, which I did. She then said I would teach a few years before having my first child, which I did. She then said I would probably get my masters degree between my first and second child, which I swore I was done with college when I graduated but I did do that very thing and got my M.A.Ed. focusing on library sciences between having my two. And to make it all the sweeter, I ended up being like her with having two sons who were exactly the same years and months apart in age as hers were. She was beyond thrilled that I was just like her in that aspect 😂
10. I always thought I would have girls (most of my family has nothing but girls or at least one) Me and my late aunt were the only two to have nothing but boys. It worked out great for me. I've never been into fashion, not really into anything really girly, can't fix hair at all 🤣, and always loved all the superheroes, video games, and Star Wars stuff that makes me the perfect mom for my two boys.
11. I love classic movies. The silent era, the thirties (especially Pre-Code) and the forties are my favorites. I'm amazed with the special effects, the stunning sets, stories, and amazing acting the stars of the Golden Age of Hollywood created. I will devour not only their films, but biographies on anyone working during that time, documentaries, and any tidbit I can find. I was born during the wrong era.
12. I truly believe I could survive happily on nothing but cheese dip, chips, and salsa. And peppers! Jalapeno and Pepperoncini are my favorites. Ghost pepper is becoming a favorite too. Last night, I made a bowl of peppers and ate them like popcorn while watching TV. I love to burn 🤣
13. Winter is my favorite season. Snow is beautiful and I wish I lived somewhere where it was guaranteed to fall for months on end. That's the dream. One day, I hope to move either to Wyoming or to Maine (I've visited both and fell in love with both of them) 😂
14. The hardest thing I've ever experienced in my life was when I suffered a miscarriage. It was my first pregnancy and it was one that wasn't planned. My husband and I had only been married for about six or seven months when I discovered I was pregnant. I was over the moon excited. I bought maternity clothes, started buying baby things like little outfits, bows, toys, etc. Then I started cramping near the end of the third month. Tests were done and it showed the baby stopped developing at eight weeks. No heartbeat. Nothing. I was devastated. I actually prayed I would die during the D and C. I hoped I would have an allergic reaction and die right there on the operating table. I thought it would be easier for my family to lose me that way. I felt like my body had betrayed me in the worst possible way. I hated it and I couldn't stand the depression that set in. This was one of the few times I cried, especially when I woke up after the procedure and saw I'd survived. I continued to pray for death for a few months after it. I knew I couldn't hurt my family by commiting suicide, nor could I talk to them about my feelings, so I begged God to make my heart stop, make my car run off the road and hit a tree, anything to stop the pain I felt. I then begged my husband for a divorce. I didn't want to be around anyone. I didn't want comfort, couldn't stand for anyone to touch me or hug me. I hated our home and the memories it now held for me. I wanted to simply disappear and feel nothing. I didn't want to talk to anyone, respond to what was going on around me, pretend that life was still going on. It was the darkest time in my life. I've written about the one night I broke down the hardest with my husband in a Thomas Hunt fic which was almost cathartic. Everything he and my OC say is the conversation my husband and I had that long and painful night. It still hurts after all these years later, though nowhere near that it once did, and every May I can't help but think I should be celebrating my first child's birthday.
15. That above fact shouldn't be one to end on, so let's end with something funny. With my oldest son, I had an ultrasound to find out if he was a boy or girl on April 1st. Our technician was known to joke around, so I was highly doubtful I was having a boy. I was convinced she was pulling an April Fool's prank on me 🤣 Until he popped out and the proof was in front of me, I thought he might end up really being a girl so I made sure to have a gender neutral outfit packed just in case it really was a joke 😂
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Bone of my Sword
Scott Pilgrim is a franchise I hold near and dear to my heart. I was already a fan of the comic when it dropped way back when as I WAS those kids. When the OG graphic novel first released, Scott Pilgrims’ Precious little life, I was that twenty year old, hipster douchebag, who knew everything but absolutely nothing. I, personally, didn’t struggle with relationships (fortunate to have met the great love of my life early on and never looked back), but I had friends who were desperately trying to maneuver that mire of self-discovery and intimacy. Scott Pilgrim is the distillation of the Millennial experience during out prime years (if you buy into that sort of thing), captured perfectly on the page by Bryan Lee O’Malley. That said, the film adaption? Scott Pilgrim vs. The World? That is a Millennial culture milestone. When that movie released back in the early Tens, it spoke to me, directly. It spoke to a lot of us. We were those wayward idiots, living in garages, spinning our wheels in terms of careers, just vibing away to dope music and life experiences. I remember being that young, discovering The Killers and Kid Cudi, moving out of state on a whim just chasing new stimuli. Seeing that film, was like watching a crib notes of my entire life experience to that point and it left a strong impression. If I wasn’t a fan before, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World definitely made me one. I showed that movie to anyone who would watch it, gushing about its overlooked genius, and lamenting how there wasn't an anime or something, which adapted the entirety of the comic. Fast forward thirteen years later and, as if the Netflix gods heard me pining all those years ago, they delivered unto us Scott Pilgrim Takes off. I have feelings.
Scott Pilgrim Takes off is a goddamn masterpiece! I absolutely adored this show. It's exactly not what you think and i thought making that choice, was a brilliant one. Don't get me wrong, i am a Scott Pilgrim purist but, if we're being honest, with two decades worth of perspective behind me, the OG Scott Pilgrim story is kind of bullsh*t. Scott is the worst and never really had to reconcile for that sh*ttiness. He dated Knives and never really caught any flack for it on his end. He mooched off Wallace until he started mooching off Ramona. Scott was a scumbag on par with e very other Evil Ex, with the exception of, maybe, Roxie. Removing him from the equation not only gave Scott the distance from his would-be actions to grow into a solid, redeemed character, but gave the rest of the cast that very same opportunity. It gave Ramona that opportunity, one she sorely needed. One that we, as fans, didn't even really KNOW she needed. Giving the big chair to Ramona allowed her to reconcile how terrible she was toward her Exes. It gave her so much more agency than just being "won" at the behest of the weirdly gross and aggressively abusive, Gideon Graves. Takes Off is as much Ramona's story as it is Scott's and that sh*t makes for the overall narrative, becoming something more. Adding Ramona's story to this tale, adds a layer of maturity, which makes sense considering it's been twenty years since Scott first punched Matthew Patel into pocket change. Altering the perspective from Scott to Ramona, taking the narrative from one of destruction to healing, absolutely MADE the entire franchise. Altering the perspective from Scott to Ramona, taking the narrative from one of destruction to healing, absolutely MADE the entire franchise.
This take on the story sees Scott actually "defeated" by Matty Pat and the ensuing mystery of his perceived "death" sends Ramona on a quest to find the truth. During this journey, SHE is forced to "fight" with her Exes, and by fight, i mean actually apologize to them for being a sh*tty person. Ramona finally stopped running after she met Scott and he basically murdered all of her evil exes. That made for, at the time, some cool imagery but it was, objectively, an absurd way to properly unpack your traumas. Especially the ones you create yourself. And let me tell you, that League of Evil Exes? Yeah, Ramona definitely created that sh*t. We get hints of each villain origin story in the film and graphic novels but Takes off is ABOUT those relationships and why they ended the way they did. It doesn't take long to understand that Ramona, too, is just as terrible as Scott, but in a different way. Seriously, Roxie's episode hammers that home with such intensity, you don't have a choice but to accept it as gospel. Every Evil Ex gets this treatment. Mostly. Once again the Katayanagi Twins get shafted but that's their thing and they kind of don't seem like assholes anyway. Not really in the previous takes on the story, either. Like, those relationships should have keyed us into just how f*cking destructive the trail to Ramona's flower truly was but we were kids back then, too, and that's the brilliance of Scott Pilgrim Takes Off: We're not kids anymore and neither are these characters.
I'm thirty-nine years old. While i love Scott Pilgrim for what it was, as a dude two decades removed from that time in my life, i can honestly say i was a f*cktard. All twenty-somethings are. We haven't figured out life, at all, and some of us won't even as we approach our mid-Thirties. By the time you're my age, however, once should hope you have a handle on your sh*rt enough to recognize that, maybe, way back when, during your Twenty-something scumbag days, that you were a little bit of a scumbag. That's what Scott Pilgrim Takes Off is doing. That's what the story is about. It's catharsis and acceptance which comes with the benefit of time and space. Bryan Lee O'Malley published the first Scott Pilgrim story when he was about twenty-five. That means he wrote it at an even earlier age and it reads as such. That narrative reflects the emotional maturity of someone who had experienced a handful of years unto themselves, outside the protective bubble of their parents, give or take. Takes Off is written by a mid-Forties, adult man, who has had a life. O'Malley has been married, found success with his goofy little story about wayward love, walked the Hollywood red carpet, made a name for himself, and suffered the sting divorce. He's not punching his problems or running away from them anymore, he's confronting them head on and accepting that, a lot of the issues in his life, are because of his choices. As i approach the cusp of the big Four-Zero myself, i recognize that. I accept that. I've been doing that. To see it happening in one of the most culturally defining stories of my generation, is both comforting and surreal. Scott Pilgrim Takes off is a wonderful show. It's the most appropriate period on a sentence we Millennials started writing way back when we took our first steps into adulthood and i love it for that. That said, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: The Game is the best thing to ever come out of this franchise. Fight me about it.
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Burnt Out: Chapter Twelve
Dabi kept his promise, and stayed with you for a bit longer. But eventually he had to leave you. Aside from being called away back to the League, he wanted to get a head start on searching for Ryuji. But before he left, he gave you a hug and some reassuring words. He also told you to call him every so often so he would know you were alright. He'd be calling you as well, just to make sure. He eventually left that afternoon, leaving you all alone in the hotel room. You didn't have to worry about needing to leave the hotel at a certain time, as Dabi had paid for the remainder of the week before he left the hotel. Food wouldn't be an issue either, Dabi left you with his card so you could order food up to your room whenever you needed it. That was one less worry on your mind at least. You sighed as you cozied up on the bed. "Toya's too good to me. Also, how the hell does he have so much money?" You mutter aloud. You assumed it was all stolen, doubting it would offend him for you to think as such. You didn't care one way or another, but you did feel bad that he had to spend so much on you.
You turned on the tv and watched a movie, it wasn't very good but, you needed something to distract you right now. Keep your mind of the potential bad outcomes from everything that's happened so far. You wanted to think about literally anything else other than the "what if's". You had faith in Dabi, he was strong, he could take care of himself. You didn't doubt that for a moment. But Ryuji played dirty, he'd do just about anything if it meant he came out on top. That's what worried you. He didn't care who got hurt or killed in the process. Ryuji was an unfair man, if there was a way he could cheat his way out of a tough situation, a way to assure his victory, he would find it. It was because of that, you made sure to leave Dabi with a warning before he left.
"Ryuji has a powerful quirk. Why he doesn't show it off is beyond me, given the type of person he is. Though, I have the suspicion that it's because his quirk is so strong, that he hides it until he needs to use it. To catch people off guard. I've only ever seen him use it once, and once was plenty enough times for me. Please be careful."
You hug a pillow close to you, your stomach fluttering with anxiety. Your chest felt tight. You sighed shakily before moving your head back against the headboard. You closed your eyes, the sound of the tv slowly turned muffled and inaudible. Your mind began to wonder, and before you knew it, the world around you went away.
"You know what you wanna do once you graduate?" You turn your head to face your best friend. He kept his gaze locked ahead at the setting sun in the distance. The soft wind blew against the two of you, and gently swayed the blades grass of bank you sat on. You and him would come here every once and a while after school to relax and talk. Normally, topics like school wouldn't be mentioned, as it wasn't a very relaxing thing to talk about. But you answered his question anyway. "I'm not entirely sure yet." You start. "I want to get into a good collage first. Maybe I can figure it out once I get to that point." Your friend knew about your parent's business, he was the only one who did. You trusted him enough to know he wouldn't go telling everyone. "What about you Toya?" You asked him. Toya leaned back on his hands, looking up at the soft warm colors of the evening sky. "No idea." He muttered. Once he did know, but after everything that's happened so far...his dream was not likely to come true. His future was pretty much over.
You held your tongue about hero stuff. He made it clear as of recently that he didn't want to talk about that kind of thing. You were a little confused admittedly. He had the potential to be a great hero. But you could understand how stressful that could be. Hero work was no joke. You'd constantly have the people's eye on you twenty four-seven. Not to mention having to save lives on a daily basis. "Well." You shrug. "We'll figure it out together then." You say with a smile, turning your attention to the sunset. "We got more than enough time." Toya looked over at you, he couldn't help but smile as well. "Who cares if we don't." Toya chuckles. "As long as we got each other, we'll be set for life." You would have scolded him about being so uncaring about his future. But you just kept that smile on your face. He was right. You two would be fine as long as you stuck by each other's side. You two looked after each other.
And that's how it would always be. Nothing could ever come in between that, so long as that was true.
A knocking sound sent you back into reality. You sat up straight, rubbing your tired eyes. Looking out of the window, you noticed that it was dark outside. You look over at the clock on the nightstand. It was near midnight. You had fallen asleep for quite a while, you would have been upset, had you not felt great after waking up. It was the most you've slept in a while, not to mention you had the nicest dream too. More knocking forced your attention to the room's door. Before you got out of bed to answer, you looked at your phone. You had missed a few calls from Dabi. "Shit." You mutter. He must have gotten worried about you and came back early. You hurried out of the bed and towards the door. You opened it, and the air was forced from your lungs upon seeing just who was on the other side of the door.
"Heya sweet thing."
"Ryuji..." Your words came out in a breathless whisper. You couldn't get a deep breath, your legs felt like jello, and your body frozen. You couldn't even manage a scream. The world around you had came crashing down on your head, it was all so much at once. You were caught. Absolutely and utterly fucked. Your grip on the door handle tightened, you swore you would have broken it off the door completely. What could you do now? A foolish question. There was nothing you could do. Not then, not now, not ever. So, you just stood there as Ryuji walked passed you and into the room without another word. "Shut the door." He flinched at his voice. You stared out into the hallway, there was no one there. But maybe...maybe if you yelled loud enough you could-
"Shut. The. Door." Ryuji spoke again, this time more demanding. Your mind screamed at you to call for help, run away, do something. And yet. Your body acted against your mind, as you closed the door. You didn't dare turn to face him. You just listened as he talked. "What did I tell ya?" You could hear the sounds of his footsteps as he made his way around the room. "Im nothing if not a man of my word." His footsteps stopped briefly. "And yet so many tend to forget that. Even you it seems. You looked so shocked when you answered that door." He resumed walking, this time, growing closer to you. "Did you really think I'd let you go so easily? After everything I've done for you? After everything we've been through? Did you really think for a second, you could ever leave me?" You felt his breath on the back of your neck as he spoke. "You're mine."
You kept your eyes glued onto the door. You didn't have the strength to look him in the eyes. Afraid of what you might see, of what he might do. Your shoulders trembled as your breaths left you in heavy uneven patterns. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, you bit down so hard on your lip to keep pitiful whimpers from escaping that it began to bleed. Ryuji spoke again, his tone growing colder with every word. "You know that. You know that and yet...you run off with some charred up dickhead. Did you fuck him? Huh? Did you let him use your body, like the disgusting plaything you are?" You couldn't bring yourself to answer, his words stung your chest. But in a way, he was right. But your lack of answer was more than telling to him. "Did you like it? I bet you loved it. Does he fuck your better than I have? Was he repulsed by your used and marked body? Which by the way, I can see he's left marks of his own..." A part of you wanted to admit just how wonderful Dabi actually made you feel in that moment. It wasn't even about pleasure at one point. But about finally feeling love, comfort, so much more than anyone...than Ryuji, has ever made you feel.
"I only seem to be getting more confused by your thinking." Ryuji spoke again. "What makes you think he'll save you? It's not exactly his profession." He laughs bitterly. "A villain will not save you. No matter how much you think you "love" him. He'll only leave you once he's had his fill of your services. He's just like everyone else, greedy, only wanting you for what you can give to them. Your body, is all he wants. Can't you see that? If he really did care about you, why isn't he here?" You clench your fists tightly as they shook. Lies. All of it. Dabi did care about you. He wasn't using you. He made that very clear from the start. "What did you expect? He's nothing but a villain, a filthy criminal, a lowlife who will eventually die a meaningless death. Whether it be from the hands of a hero or another scumbag. Or me." You could practically hear his smug grin at the mention of him killing Dabi. You finally turn to face him. Your fear was still ever present, eating away at you. But you made sure to let your expression be telling, of just how angry you were. Angry at the insults towards Dabi. Angry that his death would mean nothing. Angry that Ryuji would threaten to kill the man you loved more than anything or anyone. You have been angry for so long, and was never able to show it. You had a feeling that this might could possibly end with you being harmed beyond fixing, possibly even dying at the hands of this monster, who's held you in his grasps for so long. Too long.
"You may be a man of your word, but so is Dabi." You began. "You know it, you heard him say it, that he would be the one to kill you. And he will. I know he will. And when he does...you will be nothing more than a bad memory, one that I will be looking forwards to forgetting in time." When you finished, Ryuji's grin fell. A deafening silence filled the room, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. Suddenly, Ryuji began to chuckle. His chuckle quickly turning into a maddening cackle. You failed to keep your composure as he drew closer to you. Your back hit the door, his rough hand grabbing at your face, his hold so tight it would surely bruise. Your noise of discomfort was drowned out by his laughter. When he calmed down, he jerked your face close to his, and spoke with a voice that sent a new wave of fear throughout your body.
"Then let's see if he can pull it off."
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What jobs do the character have since their in their twenties and thirties
I believe this was regarding the Digimon au and I had put off answering because I had been in the middle of changing a bunch of their careers around! I still don't have them all figured out but I can give most of them!
Originally all the characters were meant to have techy careers, because it played into the initial plot I had. But then I realized I just,,, didn't want to do that and I changed it so they could have whatever careers worked best to my brain.
I'll put them all below the cut! They're all subject to change though ofc
So here's a screenshot of the sheet:
and I'm just gonna write it al out with some explanation and stuff for funsies.
Okay, so Bdubs has to work with horses he just deserves that. Professional horse girl. I don't have any extra reasoning or specifics, I just think he deserves it.
BigB I'm less sure about. His career has stayed the same from when I gave everyone tech jobs and I'm not sure how to feel about it. He's a Web Designer and he just lies for fun about being a top secret hacker agent because him gaslighting people is really funny... However I'm not sure how much I actually like this real career for him and if I can think of something more relevant to him or to the plot maybe I'll change it. Making him a baker felt like a copout but maybe it is more on brand? Idk. Maybe taking him more on rout with what i have with Martyn where BigB also has a closeness with his memories of the Digital World. His gaslighting stemming from just habitually learning to lie about the experience knowing it wasn't believed and in fact is the closest to having found his connection to the digital world again despite Martyn's fervent efforts....
Etho runs a small local tech repair shop, as suggested by one of my discords! the idea was that he's the local recluse with the small town shop but he really is a wiz. He can fix basically anything he's just insane no one knows how he does it. He's making it work though. this ofc contrasts the fact he has the most insane persona tech setup imaginable.
Scar is playing into the Hotguy bit! he's a TV and Movie celebrity! A former stunt actor, lots of action movies n stuff! Big big name and face :]
Grian is a white hat hacker, also from when everyone had tech jobs. I still kinda like this for him though, the idea of his job being him trying to break things. Really putting a new spin of something being Grian proof lol
Martyn is actually really important! A Feedback Tester for DataStream's Games company! His life has been really guided by his childhood Digimon experience and his closeness to his gaming industry has a lot to do with him holding onto the Digital world and trying to find it again!
Mumbo I admittedly have no idea why I made him a Security Engineer? maybe to do with the vault shenanigans in Season 9? I really don't know, this should maybe change...
Pearl cleaning lady eternal, I love her being the trash lady its so fun <33
Rendog... i have no clue why he's a carpenter. Maybe I change him to do more with television shows, scriptwriting or even just theatre! he needs the enrichment of acting and storytelling hm
Skizz as a dog Trainer was a Suggestion I don't remember the context for either to be honest so It might change unless I can remember why I decided that. I think it was about him being social/friendly/helpful?? But idk. I'm watching him for Hermitcraft10 now so maybe I'll get better ideas.
Scott is a florist! Big 3rd life energy, I love making Scott a florist! He likes pretty things and design and I associate most of his characters with flowers so this felt sweet! Especially since Flower Husbands is kinda important to me and is prevalent to this au for a while...
Jimmy is a ranch hand for very similar reasons to Scott being a florist! He handled the cows a lot in 3rd life, and then later in double life ofc his rancher thing! (Ranchers are also important eventually, potential Flower Ranchers happening) . I also think an emphasis on Jimmy having a connection with caring for animals connects with his own childhood experiences in the Digital World and helps in later adventures :]
Tango designing and running escape rooms was just such a funny idea to me I couldn't not make it real. It also serves a good use later during adventures when they're dealing with puzzles and what are essentially games. His problem solving and designs brain helps a lot in their actual adventures :]
Cleo I really hate making her a teacher to be honest I want to change it. I feel like making her a teacher is a copout just because she used to be a teacher irl? maybe making her a yoga or a gym instructor would be better since it plays into that one skin of hers and her season 8 stuff! Hmmm
Finally, Gem! Pro Valorant Legendary player was mostly a joke, but the general idea is that she is an extremely proficient competitive gamer! She wins like, big competitions and as a good online following! I wouldn't normally make these characters gamers, but I think it works for Gem in the context of the au and will help when she's eventually involved because she, like Martyn, will have good video game knowledge that can help with the adventures!
Joel Lizzie and Impulse I have nothing for. I might've at some point, but evidentially bailed and am back at zero for them :/ i like making Joel an artist of some kind in aus because the Mezalean king being a sculptor and all that, but idk... Need more thinking
Anyways way too long post, thats everything lol
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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 3
Episode 16: Stuck in Two Holes
Swellview's greatest crime fighters were constantly out and about chasing down scum. It was in the job description; someone breaks the law, they sort them out after an epic battle, scum goes to prison, a job well done. But that wasn't tonight. Tonight, Captain Man and Kid Danger weren't going up against Doctor Minyak or The Toddler or anyone of evil, they were running after Jeff, the stupidest guy in Swellview.
"Where'd he go?" Henry yelled to Ray as they ducked and dodged the dumpsters that littered the backstreets of Swellview. For such a chubby guy, Jeff was pretty zippy on his feet and he was somehow managing to outstrip them as he made for an abandoned building.
"He went down the alley! Where are you, Jeff?!" Ray shouted as they marched down the dark alley and squinted for any movement. This was stupid, Jeff wasn't bright enough to evade capture for long and the more he ran, the more agitated the superheroes were getting.
"You're making it worse by running!" Henry added, hoping that the criminal would do the smart thing and give up. The problem was that Jeff didn't even know the meaning of smart and just moved his little legs faster.
"Shut up!" He snapped over his shoulder and jumped through the cracked window of the old movie rental place at the end of the alley. It would be a good hiding place if he had more than two brain cells, but the noise of the smashing glass told the superheroes exactly where he was.
"Come on!"
"Let's get him!.. We saw you go in there, Jeff!" Ray and Henry ran faster towards the store, their words prompting Jeff to panic as he thought about what to do or more importantly, where to hide. He had no energy left to run, so the dusty old shelves full of cassette tape cases would have to do as his protection. The criminal cracked open an old tape and began to unravel the film inside, hoping that he could use it as cover or a distraction.
"All right, come on. Let's go in through the window." Henry panted as he and Ray peered through the smashed hole left by Jeff. It wasn't ideal, crawling through a load of sharp glass, but if it meant that they could get in, it would suit them just fine.
"Nah, let's use the door," Ray told him, preferring to walk into the building cooly in a manner that would be safer than squeezing through the small gap in the window. Jeff could surprise attack them or something if they were caught unawares and they were hoping for a clean, easy capture tonight.
"Door's probably gonna be locked," Henry argued, trying to get his boss to slow down and think about things. Usually, it was (y/n)'s job to keep him calm and sweet, but she'd been reluctant to come out that night, on the count that she was a tad depressed after turning thirty in the week. Sure, she'd had a big party with her friends and even some family, plus loads of presents but it was hard to say goodbye to her twenties. Since it was just a Jeff problem that night, Ray had allowed his sweet girl to stay at home with one of her cheesy rom-coms. If all went to plan, he'd be back with her in no time, if this moron complied that was.
"That's okay, I brought my foot." The large man quipped and swiftly kicked the door in, allowing him and his sidekick to enter the rental store with ease. Jeff had tucked himself behind one of the old security canners and held the film top over his face so they couldn't see him as easily and to be fair, it was a rather clever disguise.
"All right, Jeff. Where is your stupid...self?" Ray yelled, looking around for the idiot who had forced him away from his girl that night. He wasn't particularly interested in whether Heather and Michael get together after the Christmas Party as the movie trailer promised, but he was interested in snuggling up with his girlfriend and inevitably dragging her into a make-out session when he got bored. All that he gave up, just for dumb Jeff.
"AHHHHH!" The moron charged at him and wrapped the shiny tape around his neck and face. Jeff had hoped that the scratchy plastic would distract Captain Man long enough to let him escape, but it wasn't hard for Ray to just push him away and let Kid Danger deal with him.
"Will you quit it?!... I don't know how you escaped jail or why you jumped through that window, but—" The sidekick scolded Jeff, quickly getting him under control, sort of. Seeing that his first plan hadn't worked, the moron switched tactics and thought it was a brilliant idea to punch Henry in the nose. It was a pathetic blow, just enough to make the boy stagger back and enrage Ray, who wasn't about to watch his honorary little brother get beat up like that by someone so thick. "Jeff!"
"Owww, what happened to using our words, man?" Henry winced, wrinkling his nose as the dull ache spread through his face. It wasn't the worst pain he'd ever experienced, far from it, but that didn't mean he wasn't offended. Since when did Jeff cross lines like that?
"All right, you dopey thug, time for your nap!" Ray exclaimed and whipped his laser control from his belt so he could zap Jeff into a slumbering state. He wanted him to go down nice and simple, but when the green laser stung the delinquent's shoulder, all it did was burn him a bit. He didn't lose consciousness or get sleepy, he just groaned like a baby. "Owwwww! You bass-hat!"
"Wait, why did your laser not knock him out?!" Henry gasped as Jeff ran away to hide. Normally, their gadgets worked perfectly, so to have a malfunction was a tad worrying.
"I don't know." Ray shrugged, tucking it back into his belt in confusion whilst Jeff peeked over the shelves.
"It's 'cause I'm tough as butt, that's why! Ha!..Ow, you horse pile!"Jeff bragged, forcing Henry to try out his laser instead, but the same again, it just made the guy yelp.
"Wait, what's wrong with these things?" Henry tapped it against his palm, hoping that a bit of brute force would get the lasers to work. Damn, why was (y/n) never around when they needed her technical expertise? She would know what to do.
"I don't know, unless...did you forget to charge these last night like (y/n) told you to?" Ray hissed, suddenly remembering how she had notified the kid to hook up their lasers to their charging docks before he went home for the night. He would've done it or her, but he had been rather impatient to have her to himself and had dragged her off before they could check if the job had been completed properly.
"Uhh....well..." Henry stuttered. That would be a no, then. The lasers were burning up the very last of their energy supply, meaning that each shot was a quarter of its typical strength so taking down Jeff would be a lot harder than normal.
"Ha-ha!" The crook chuckled as he overheard how Captain Man and his young apprentice were completely unprepared for the battle and tried to run past them, only for the superheroes to shoot him again. Just because they weren't very strong, it didn't mean that the lasers weren't working; each shot zapped away a crumb of Jeff's strength, so cumulatively speaking, a gazillion lasers would knock him out...hopefully.
"How could you forget to charge the lasers?!" Ray reprimanded the teen, annoyed that they were now gonna have to work a lot harder when all he wanted to do was go home and have a quiet evening in front of the TV with (y/n).
"I was gonna charge the lasers but then you made me go get you a pumpkin-spiced latte, which you're obsessed with, whilst you loved it up with your girlfriend, who you're obsessed with too!" Henry argued back, not seeing how it was entirely his fault. Yeah, sure, he'd been given an important job, but no one could forget how whiny Ray got without his favourite coffee or when he was forced to leave his sweet girl's side.
"Yeah, well, you can't get pumpkin-spiced lattes all year round, y'know! It's a seasonal item! And so what if I "love it up" with my girlfriend?! You know she's been feeling like crap since her birthday." Ray frowned. He'd spent years wishing (y/n) would love him, even just a tiny bit, but now that his dreams had come true, everyone kept teasing him. Seriously, he couldn't win.
"All right, I'm sorry I didn't charge the lasers, okay?" Henry sighed, knowing that it was true. (y/n) had been feeling a bit down and he didn't blame Ray for trying to cheer her up. If he had a girlfriend, he'd probably have done the same.
"Oh, you're sorry? What if we'd been going after a real criminal, huh?" Ray proposed, gesturing to Jeff whose mouth dropped open in insult.
"Hey! I'm a real criminal!" He disputed, thinking that he caused enough general chaos around the city to be deemed a criminal. A petty criminal, but a criminal nonetheless.
"A real stupid one!" Henry yelled back, having had quite enough of his lip for one day. Jeff needed to know when to shut up.
"Ha, I'm stupid? You two are the ones with inadequate lasers." The guy laughed at them and made a fair point, even if it was jarring. The lasers were crap, but that didn't mean they were useless.
"Oh, that's it!" Ray exclaimed and he and Henry shot their lasers at Jeff to make him squeal. They weren't so inadequate now.
"Ow, quit it!" Jeff whined and collected an armful of leftover movie cases that he could use as projectiles. The hard plastic was good enough to throw at Captain Man and Kid Danger, who began to fire their lasers again as Jeff ran around the room, looking for an escape.
"Get him!" Ray shouted as the lawbreaker dodged them and hopped around the shelves. He even threw a bag of ceiling insulation at them, which was easily caught by Ray and plonked down as he tried to run away.
"Can't we just get some dinner or somethi--Ow!" Yeah, Captain Man didn't have dinner with criminals, especially not stupid ones. Jeff took a bunch of lasers to the torso, grunting from each one, and little by little, he was starting to feel drowsy.
"This is your fault, kid! Get him! Just get him, will you?!" Ray yelled as Jeff ducked between two shelves and one of the superhero's lasers went into Henry's eye. The idiot laughed at Kid Danger's pain but was soon met by soon angry zaps when his chuckles pissed the heroes off.
"Go down!" Captain Man ordered him as they kept firing, making Jeff yawn as he suddenly felt very sleepy. Oh good, the lasers were starting to do something.
"That one made me feel dizzy..." He slurred, beginning to get a little wobbly on his legs, but more shots were needed to make him truly lose consciousness.
"One more...and one more." Ray panted, leaving Henry to fire the last laser before Jeff slumped to the dusty floorboards.
"Aw, that did it." He mumbled as his knees gave in and he fell face first, snoring a little as he began to dream about whatever Jeff dreams about.
"Nice. Now, pick up all these movies and put 'em back on the shelves." Ray ordered Henry, not feeling like doing the task himself, but Henry couldn't understand why he would need to do that.
"What? Why?" He asked, thinking it was pointless since these movies had long been left to rot. No one cared about how the place looked, it was abandoned for a reason.
"Because it's our responsibility to leave this stuff the way we found it," Ray answered, thinking that even if no one cared, he didn't want to be sued for criminal damage. Lawsuits were the number one way to ruin his image and he couldn't have that.
"But this place had been abandoned since like the 1900s." The teen argued, exaggerating only a little bit. If (y/n) was there, she would've had a lot to say about that, having so many happy memories of going to movie rental places as a kid of the eighties/nineties.
"Just put the movies back on the shelves," Ray repeated. It was a simple enough instruction and the longer he complained about it, the later Henry would go home that night.
"But it's dangerous. This place is falling apart!" Henry whined, feeling anxious about how damp and worn some of the ceiling beams and floorboards were. With his and Ray's combined weight, they were on the verge of snapping and he didn't fancy being skewered.
"Movies on the shelves," Ray said again through gritted teeth.
"But...(y/n) wouldn't make me do it! She likes safety!" The boy changed his tune, hoping that by mentioning what his girlfriend would do, Ray would change his mind, but no.
"On the shelves!"
"But what about the--"
"Shelves!" This could take some time. Both of them were too stubborn to let up since they both thought they had the higher moral argument and with no (y/n) the referee, it went on and on and on.
"But (y/n)--"
"Shelves!"
"What about the--"
"Shelves!"
"Gah! Henry relented. He sighed in annoyance but saw that his arguing was getting them nowhere and he really wanted to go home sooner rather than later. As Ray began to reorganise a few movies on display, Henry started collecting the few scattered across the floor.
He had quite a few in his hands when he went to grab a movie about hamburgers or something and the floor began to make an ominous cracking noise. Before he could react (even with his super reflexes), Henry plunged through the floorboards, ending up unharmed, thank god, but completely immobilised as his arms were tightly pinned to his chest in the tight hole.
"Wha--" He gasped in shock, looking around momentarily before realising that he was well and truly stuck, just like he thought he would be when he was arguing only moments prior.
"Seriously? Now you wanna play?" Ray sighed as he turned around and saw his sidekick wriggling around in the hole. He just assumed that he was trying to be funny and didn't realise that they had a situation on their hands.
"I'm not playing! I fell through the stupid floor when I was picking up a VHS tape of Good Burger." Henry snapped, glancing at the copy of the old movie that brought back a lot of good memories for Ray.
"You found Good Burger? Where--ha! Oh my gosh, I love this movie! It was the first one (y/n) and I watched together after I hired her. Ha, welcome to Good Burger, home of the Good Burger--" In Ray's happy trip down memory lane, he didn't hear or feel the floor giving way beneath his feet until it was too late.
"Can I take your order?" He finished the jingle as Henry looked at him in irritation. Now, they were both in the same stupid position; totally, utterly, incomprehensibly stuck.
~The next day, in the Man Cave~
(y/n) had fallen asleep watching her movie that night, having assumed that Ray and Henry would return after a long, probably annoying fight with Jeff. She couldn't help but close her eyes after watching Michael chase Heather after the Christmas party and was blissfully ignorant to her boyfriend and friend's situation as she fixed her hair and makeup that morning before getting dressed. Yeah, it was a bit weird that she hadn't felt Ray crawl into bed that night or that he hadn't stayed in bed to try it on with her that morning like he usually did, but there was a first time for everything.
(Dunno, but I imagined this episode with an outfit like this, but you can choose something different if you like <3)
She walked down from the sprocket just as Jasper and Charlotte dropped down the tubes and the three were greeted by a very odd sight. For starters, the teens weren't meant to be working that day since Ray was nice enough to give them Sundays off and even stranger, Schwoz was sat in the middle of the room, wearing some leotard swimsuit thing, listening to music, bathing in a paddling pool full of...beans?
"What the hell?..." (y/n) breathed out as she took in the sight, sharing a confused look with Charlotte, but Schwoz wasn't phased. He thought being half-submerged in beans was normal.
"Hey, guys. Good morning, (y/n). What are you doing here on a Sunday?" He asked, looking from the kids to the woman, who couldn't help but throw in a sarky answer.
"I live here. Have you only just realised?" She joked, gesturing to the Man Cave's walls that called she called home. She was here seven days a week, hopefully for the rest of her life if everything went smoothly.
"No, them! Not funny!" The genius whined as the teens giggled at the young woman's silly comment, but focused on the question he'd clearly asked them.
"We're here to meet Henry," Jasper answered, circling the pool and looking at its content with a puzzled face. He had to admit, he was a bit weird at the best of times, but this traversed all levels of peculiarity.
"And, uh, what are you doing?" Charlotte asked, also looking at the beans in confusion. She shouldn't be surprised, not after working with Schwoz for so long.
"I'm taking a bean bath." He shrugged like it was nothing before picking up a large spoon and taking a mouthful of beans. It was honestly disgusting as the water that filled the beans were near his...everything. "Mmmm, good beans."
"Why do you have those fancy gun doohickeys?" (y/n) gestured to the pistols in the teen's hands. She wondered where on earth they were going with them, but she guessed that it was probably some young thing she was too old to understand. Stupid birthday making her turn thirty.
"We're going with Henry to the squirt gun range," Charlotte told her, spinning her water pistol around her finger. The whole day was gonna be so fun, well, it would be if they ever found Henry.
"Yeah, where is Henry?" Jasper frowned and looked to (y/n) since she was typically with Ray and he had been out on duty with the kid last night. Henry hadn't been at home, so they'd automatically assumed that he'd come to work for some reason, but judging by (y/n)'s blank face, the news wasn't good.
"I haven't seen him. Schwoz, have you seen Henry?" She looked at the small man who was playing with his beans (not a euphemism), totally uncaring to the gravity of the situation.
"He and Ray went to capture Jeff yesterday and never came back." He replied, digging through his food as (y/n) practically went into a breakdown and Charlotte and Jasper stared at each other with open mouths.
"And you're not worried?" The teen girl snapped as (y/n) mussed up her perfectly groomed hair by worriedly raking her hands through it. Oh god, she'd just thought Ray would come back like he always did, she couldn't fathom the idea that something terrible had happened to him whilst she was sleeping like an idiot.
"I'm worried. I'm very worried. I knew I should've stayed up last night, god! I'm so stupid, I should've stayed up, I always stay up. Why didn't I stay up and make sure he came back? Shit, shit, shit!" (y/n) panted, hyperventilating at the thought of her boyfriend and Henry being tortured or worse, killed by a villain. Sure, they went after Jeff, but what if they'd run into trouble?
"Hey, could you guys grab that bucket of beans and pour it over my body?" Schwoz requested, spreading his arms and legs out like a starfish. He didn't realise that he was being necessarily cold and unkind, causing (y/n)'s temper to flare as Charlotte tried to keep her calm.
"No!"
"Gross!" She and Jasper grimaced whilst (y/n) pulled out her phone and looked to see if Ray had sent her any S.O.S messages. Admittedly, she hadn't looked at her texts that morning and felt awful that she'd been in la-la land, thinking about how she'd missed morning sex with Ray when he could be in real danger.
"Charlotte, call Henry. I'll call Ray after you." She instructed the girl, who was already on it, scrolling through her contacts until she saw Henry's goofy face.
"Come on, Henry, answer..." She mumbled, pacing around whilst the annoying chime rang in her ear. It was ringing, but judging from how long it was taking Henry to answer, he wasn't going to.
~Beta Maximus Movie Rentals~
Henry and Ray weren't dead, not yet anyway. The older man desperately needed to pee, his bladder was excruciatingly full, whilst Henry was suffering from an empty stomach. He wasn't quite on the brink of death but that didn't mean it wasn't uncomfortable.
"Come on, kid! Can't you reach your phone?" Ray snapped as his sidekick's phone started to vibrate in front of him. It was tantalisingly close but just out of his reach, teasing them by showing how help was so close but so far away.
"No. I can't reach my phone, I'm in a hole. You know that." Henry replied in an eerily calm voice. He was beyond pissed off with the situation, any humour surrounding their predicament dissipating after they reached the ten-hour point. They struggled against the wood pressing their arms tightly to their chests, just as Ray's phone began to ring in his pocket.
"So hungry," Henry mumbled as Ray sighed sadly. He didn't even have to hear the ringtone to know that it was his sweet girl wondering where he was and it broke his heart to think about her panicking. He knew he'd be the same if she didn't come home after a night out and could only imagine how frantic her nerves were making her.
"Yeah, well, I have to pee and my girlfriend is in the Man Cave freaking out about why I haven't come home." The superhero hissed, thinking that he had it much worse than Henry did.
"Well, I'd much rather have to pee than be hungry." The boy retorted, rationalising that a need to be was temporary and easy to solve, whilst hunger was a bit trickier.
"You're wrong," Ray murmured in a funny voice that made his sidekick question whether he heard him correctly. "I'm--I'm wrong?"
"Peeing is greater than hunger." Ray clarified, even though secretly he thought that having a panicking girlfriend was much graver than either of them; more so when said girlfriend was known to naturally be a bit nervous, even if she had come on leaps and bounds in the last couple of years.
"Okay, look man, if you have to pee so bad, why don't you pee, all right? Just pee." Henry told his boss, who repulsed the idea. Henry wouldn't judge him but the idea just seemed so gross, what would (y/n) think?
"In my captain pants? That (y/n) has to clean?" He gasped at the notion and then shuddered at the thought of having to shyly admit what he'd done to his precious girl. She'd run a mile if she found out that he, a grown man, had wet himself.
"Yeah, why not?" Henry shrugged, not seeing why he was making such a fuss, but then again, he never knew how much of a worrier Ray was on the inside, especially when it came to how (y/n) saw him.
"You're sick." Ray hissed, throwing the idea out completely as he was sure that it would lead to nothing but humiliation and heartbreak.
"I don't think I'm sick." The blond boy replied. He believed that when you have to go, you have to go and (y/n) was way too in love with Ray to care about something so unbelievably, not his fault. She wouldn't mind, he was sure of it.
"Think again. Your whole generation is just...messed-up sick!" Captain Man growled, getting a little tetchy from how badly his bladder was cramping, how his heart was yearning for its soulmate and how after twelve, stinking hours, he was still trapped in the same fucking hole.
"You know, when you generalise..." Henry sighed, looking at Ray with a tired expression. All night he'd had to put up with this baby and he was starting to contemplate giving the young woman back at the base a medal for services rendered to the rest of society.
"Yeah?"
"You tell...general lies." Henry finished rather poetically, which just aggravated Ray, even more, not to mention Jeff, who was still unconscious behind them and snoring away soundly.
"AHHHH! I can't take it! I can't take Jeff's snoring anymore! Urghhhhhh!" Ray screamed, straining against the floorboards that were holding him captive, but they still wouldn't budge, not even with his super strength.
"I know, I know!" Henry quietened him in a way that (y/n) so often did; empathising with him and letting him see that he understood how he felt. "Let's yell at the same time."
"Good idea, maybe that'll wake him up. On three?" Ray nodded, liking the sound of them working together to make as much noise as possible.
"Yeah. One..." Henry counted them in and just after reaching two, they began to yell at the top of their voices. "JEFF! JEFF! JEFF! JEFF ONE! JEFFFFFF! JEFF JEFF! JEFFFF!" It wasn't a resounding success. The moronic criminal barely heard their shouts and merely rolled over onto his back so he could continue dreaming.
"I'm so hungry." Henry started it again, wishing he'd eaten a larger meal before going on duty last night. Maybe then he wouldn't keep saying the same stuff over and over again.
"I'm so pee-filled and I miss my girlfriend..." Ray sniffled, wishing more than anything that someone, anyone knew where they were so they could come help and luckily for him, that's just what was happening.
~Back in the Man Cave~
Whilst Charlotte and (y/n) were frantically tracking Ray and Henry's location on the supercomputer, Jasper was becoming more and more confused with Schwoz's bathing habits.
"Are you adding rice to your bean bath?" The teen boy exclaimed, watching as the genius used his spoon to sprinkle grains of rice over his beans.
"Yeah! What like I'm the first person in the world to mix rice and beans?!" He asked rhetorically, thinking his method wasn't weird, even though it definitely was. Schwoz was so special.
"Oh my god! Hey, hey, hey, I think we've found Ray and Henry!" (y/n) yelled to Jasper as the computer finally triangulated the superheroes location. Thank god their phones were still working, otherwise, they'd be lost forever.
"It looks like they're in that old store that used to rent movies," Charlotte told her friend, who had only vaguely heard about the store since it had closed long before he was born. "Beta Maximus?!"
"Yeah, that's the one." (y/n) nodded, quickly pulling out her phone and punching the address into her phone so she could find out exactly where they were going. All they needed now was a method of getting there.
"Hey, (y/n). Could you come over here please and help me--" Schwoz began, hoping he could get a little assistance in rubbing some beans and rice on his back. Why he would want that (y/n) didn't know but she did know that she wasn't going to help him in any way, shape or form.
"Schwoz, get this into your stupid head...NO!" She snapped, looking back down at her phone whilst Charlotte video called the police. Clearly, she didn't have much experience with Swellview cops and how incompetent they were.
"Swellview Police, what's your emergency?" An officer answered the call in a foul mood, but Charlotte brushed over it since she had a genuine crisis.
"You need to send a squad team to the old movie rental store in south Swellview, Beta Maximus." She told him quickly. However, the cop squinted at his screen and saw that this girl was young and probably immature, so he wasn't inclined to see the big deal. "Why? That place has been closed since the 1900s."
"Geez, make me feel old, man. I'm only thirty!" (y/n) grumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes at how stupid this man was. He was a prime example of how crap the police were.
"I know! But I heard that Captain Man and Kid Danger are there and I think there's big trouble." Charlotte carried on, trying to seem as worried as possible, but not even her best panic face could sway the cop. He was just too sceptical and too tired of teenage pranksters messing him about.
"Okay...I get it." He sighed, making the three listening to the call frown. "Uh, you get what?"
"You're a teenager, you're dumb and you're bored! So, you're prank-calling the police." The man insinuated, which deeply offended Charlotte. She would never do something so reckless and immature, her mother would kill her, not to mention Ray would probably fire her.
"Uh, no, sir, I'm just--" She tried to calm him down, glancing up at (y/n) with concerned eyes to which the woman just shrugged. This was why Captain Man and his sidekicks were always super busy, the police didn't believe anyone calling for help.
"You know, irritating a police officer is a felony!" The cop stated, making the woman snort from amusement. It was bullshit, made up with the intent of scaring a girl into hanging up. "I don't think that's true."
"Never call back here! Never!" Charlotte panicked as the policeman ended the call, leaving her and her friends stuck without any official help or decent manpower. Now, it was just two kids and their boss's girlfriend trying to save the superheroes.
"He hung up on me!" Charlotte exclaimed indignantly, feeling like strangling that good-for-nothing cop, but they didn't have time to hunt him down.
"Forget it, they're always useless. We'll just have to figure out something else. Schwoz, can you drive me, Jasper and Charlotte to Beta Maximus?" (y/n) turned to the handyman, who was reluctant to help out his boss because they had sort of, fallen out.
"For why?" He asked with a frown, wondering why on earth the woman would want to go to such a dilapidated shithole.
"For to help Ray and Henry," Charlotte replied. Honestly, why was he so unbothered? Did he want them to be tortured and die slow, painful deaths?
"...No!" Schwoz flat out refused, turning his nose up in the air as he remembered what Ray had told him a couple of days ago. He wasn't helping that man until he gave him what he wanted or apologised or both, not that his friends saw it that way.
"No? What the hell do you mean no?" (y/n) questioned angrily, her temper darkening when she heard how he was essentially willing to let Ray and Henry, who was just a kid, sit in the movie store and fend for themselves. It was so cruel and heartless.
"Last week, I asked Ray for a raise. You remember what he said to me?" The little man glared at her, but she just gave him a bored expression in return. That's what this was about? God, she worked with children, stupid, immature children and the biggest one was him!
"I vaguely remember but go on." She said flatly, putting her hands on her hips so she wasn't tempted to punch him in the face for being so self-centred.
"He said, why don't you raise your hand and slap your face with it?" Schwoz explained. Honestly, Ray's answer was pretty funny and it was just how he was. If he wanted a raise, (y/n) would persuade her boyfriend to give him one; there was no need for so much aggro.
"Then he laughed. It was humiliating." Schwoz sulked at their giggles, sinking further into his bean bath. Well, he wasn't going to help.
"I've never gotten a raise, but whatever, dickhead. We can handle this ourselves, we'll just have to figure out another way of getting to Beta Maximus." (y/n) turned her back on him and looked at the kids for any suggestions.
"Can't you drive us?" Jasper asked, recalling how she could drive a car pretty well, but judging by the way she got all sheepish and nervous, no dice.
"I can drive, pretty well actually, it's just that...I sort of don't have a license." She muttered, shuffling from one foot to the other as she admitted the rather embarrassing truth.
"What? Why?" Charlotte frowned, wondering why someone so eager to learn and go places, not to mention the whole superhero thing, hadn't taken a simple test to allow her to drive.
"I don't know, I just always stayed in here and when I needed to go places, Ray would drive me and this isn't helping us!" The young woman exclaimed as she realised they were getting off course. Her inability to adult was a story for another day, right now, they needed to get halfway across town and fast.
"Well, how are gonna handle--" Jasper paused mid-sentence as her phone began to ring and he panicked when he saw that it was Mr Hart on the line, most likely wondering where his son was.
"It's Henry's dad!" He hissed to the girls, who gulped at the thought of lying to a man about the whereabouts of his child. They didn't want to worry him by saying they didn't know if Henry was safe or not, but then again, they couldn't lie well enough to convince him otherwise.
"Oh, man! He's probably looking for Henry!" Charlotte whimpered and rubbed her hands together in worry. The last thing they needed was Mr Hart coming to Junk-N-Stuff.
"What are we supposed to say?! We can't tell him that Henry's possibly dead or kidnapped or lost or whatever!" (y/n) gestured to the phone and raked her hands through her hair.
"No worries, I've got this!" Jasper smiled at them and answered the call in a chirpy voice, which faltered when Henry's dad's worried ranting came blaring out of the speaker. Okay, this was going to be hard. "Hey, Mr Hart...uhhhhh...please hold!"
"Yeah, you got that good!" Charlotte retired sarcastically as she heard how Jasper had just added to the problem.
"Jasper, hand me your phone." Schwoz sighed and reached for the boy's cell. Well, at least he was interested in being helpful now.
"What are you up to?" (y/n) asked, to which Schwoz just shushed her and dug through some drawers near his paddling pool. Obviously, he was looking for something and (y/n) grinned when he pulled out a weird circle of metal that went on his head. So that's what he was up to.
"Testing one, two, three. This little Henry went to market, this little Henry stayed home. This little Henry ate a chicken breast, chicken breast, chicken breast. I'm Henry Hart and I ate a chicken breast." After the world's weirdest rhyme, the headband altered Schwoz's voice so he sounded exactly like Henry and with a few select Henryisms, Mr Hart wouldn't know the difference.
"Now, watch this. Heeeeey, dad! What goes on?... Sorry, I spent the night at Jasper's house. 'K, later!" Schwoz ended the phone call quickly, satisfied that Mr Hart wouldn't panic about his son anymore and the teens, plus (y/n) had to admit, it was pretty impressive.
"Ta-dah! Now, please leave me in my beans." Schwoz shooed them away and turned his music back on at full volume. Looks like they'd have to go to an unlikely source for help.
~Henry's house~
They needed a car, straight up. Not only that, but they needed someone qualified to use that car as (y/n) refused to drive with a license (getting pulled by the police wasn't exactly her style). Therefore, Charlotte and Jasper had dragged her to Henry's house in the hopes that the only person they knew had a license would help. Yep, Piper.
"Are you two sure about this? She's only a kid and I don't want to be locked up for child endangerment." (y/n) asked them in concern just as Jasper was about to open the door. Charlotte was carrying a big box containing their sneaky way of getting Piper to move her butt, but that didn't mean the whole thing made her uneasy.
"Well, someone's gotta drive us to Beta Maximus!" Jasper told her, understanding that allowing a little girl behind the wheel was irresponsible and this was an emergency. The cops wouldn't see a thing.
"I know, I know! But, Piper? Seriously, Curly?" She exclaimed. She liked the kid, she was quite sweet when you got to know her, but even (y/n) had to admit, she was a bad driver because she'd never had any lessons.
"She has a driver's license." The boy shrugged.
"Yeah, which the DMV sent her by accident." Charlotte jumped in, unable to stop herself from clarifying that the government had made a colossal mistake in letting Piper loose with a license.
"Whatever, she's a legal driver and that's what we need since (y/n) won't do it. Unless you want your Uncle Rosco to drive us." Jasper suggested, irritating Charlotte who knew he was taking a dig at her.
"You know my Uncle Rosco can't fit in the car!" She snapped, getting all moody at the thought of her stupid uncle and how he was more of a mountain than a man.
"Okay, look, let's not argue. Let's just go and get this over with before I have a nervous breakdown." (y/n) broke it up and Jasper sighed before entering the Hart's house. There was Piper, sitting at the coffee table eating her lunch. Perfect.
"Hiya, Piper!" The young woman smiled at the girl, who in turn was delighted to see her. (y/n) was cool in her eyes and not annoying like most people she had to speak to.
"Oh, hi, (y/n)! Hi, Charlotte!" Piper greeted them happily, more than happy to talk to them, Jasper, not so much.
"Hey, Piper." He smiled, only to be met with a cold, blunt "what?" from the young girl whilst Charlotte dropped the box on the couch.
"Uh, so, Piper, we found this package on your porch." (y/n) pointed to it, acting like they totally hadn't just shoved some things in there before they'd left the Man Cave.
"And it's addressed to you!" Jasper added. The plan was that Piper would open the package, see it was from Captain Man and then, she'd drive them over to the store, ready to kick some ass.
"Okay, well, I just started eating a hamburger, so I'll open it when I'm done." The girl said, returning to her food. She didn't want to get burger grease all over the box and she was starving so dinner first, then present.
Seeing that she wasn't taking the bait, Jasper whispered between Charlotte and (y/n)'s heads, rapidly explaining that he was going to try something and needed a distraction.
"But...Piper, they say that when you know you have a package, it's bad luck if you wait to open it." Charlotte lied, coming up with something on the spot and it just confused the kid even more.
"Yeah...I've never heard that." She replied slowly, completely oblivious to the fact that Jasper had sneakily leaned over the couch and was snatching the burger from her plate so she'd be forced to open the package now.
"Well, I think it's true and ummm, look at this box..." (y/n) joined in, running her fingers over the smooth cardboard as if it was some precious artefact. Meanwhile, Jasper was still dealing with the burger, shoving it down his pants since it was the only place Piper would never look.
"Yeah, what about it?" asked the girl, starting to wish that they'd all just leave her alone to eat her food in peace. What was so special about this crap anyway?
"It's...brown." (y/n) described, not knowing what else to say about the box because it was literally just a box, nothing special or interesting about it.
"Yeah, like I said, I'm not opening it until after I've finished my hamburger." Piper reminded them forcibly, making (y/n) smile slightly. Yeah, she didn't want to eat that burger, it had gone to a gross place.
"Wait...where'd it go? Um..." The girl looked around the coffee table, spilling her chips everywhere and even going as far as to look inside her jacket to no luck. Deciding to pull out the big guns, Jasper faked gasped when he just so happened to look at the box, drawing Piper's attention.
"Ooh, Piper! I just saw that this package says, from the Office of Captain Man." Jasper tapped the box and smirked when Piper speedily moved to open it. She could never resist something to do with the famous hero.
"Really?! What do you think it is?" She grinned and looked at the girls, who pretended that they knew nothing about it.
"Uhhh, we have no idea."
"It's not like we have anything to do with that package."
"We just found it." They all lied, watching as Piper dove into the box and pulled out the note that (y/n) had hastily written in what she thought was Ray's handwriting. The girl wouldn't notice, she was just too happy to have been sent a gift by her favourite superhero.
"Oooh, a letter from Captain Man!" She exclaimed, causing the there to "gasp" in surprise. What was that doing in there?
"Dear Piper Hart, since you're the president of my fan club, the Man Fans, I need your help! Oh my god, he wants my help!" She started reading, screaming as her eyes scanned through the information and the more she read, the more excited she got.
"Whoa, what an honour, keep reading!" (y/n) squealed, finding it a bit funny that people got so excited over her boyfriend and his secret fame. It just made her feel so lucky that he trusted her to share his life, his job, his everything with her.
"Yeah...Kid Danger and I might be in trouble, so please bring the weapons in the box to that old movie rental place, Beta Maximus." She finished the note, prompting the older kids to act shocked at Captain Man's supposed instructions.
"Whoa! One of Captain Man's actual blasters!" Piper exclaimed and picked up a large and deadly weapon, pointing and waving it in their faces. The three gulped at the sight of a blaster in Piper's hands and panicked when they saw how close the girl's finger was to the trigger.
"Okay, be careful with that. I imagine it melts your face off or something." (y/n) chuckled nervously and got Piper to drop it back in the box. She really didn't want to be shot, even if she would be fine after a few minutes.
"Come, on! Let's take the box of weapons and get there fast!" Jasper suggested, playing along like he was a willing volunteer, hell-bent on saving some heroes in danger and boy, did Piper love the adrenaline rush.
"I'll go grab the keys to my dad's minivan!" She squealed and ran off to the kitchen to see if her dad had left his keys on the countertop like he always did.
"Still seems weird." (y/n) commented, her hands on her hips and a tight smile on her face. Still, if it meant she could save her boyfriend and Henry, she was eager to go along with anything morally dubious.
~Beta Maximus Movie Rentals~
"This is the place. Pull over before I puke." (y/n) told Piper as they approached the abandoned store. It was in a shifty part of town, not somewhere she normally frequented, but she and the teens in the back would do anything to get out of the car.
Piper's driving was horrific and even with (y/n) keeping a steady hand on the wheel most of the time, the agonisingly long trip to Beta Maximus was nauseating, like a terrible, shitty rollercoaster.
"I'm not that bad." Piper rolled her eyes and climbed out of the front seat so they could all grab a blaster each from the trunk. The plan was simple, get in, see what was going down, fire if need be and save the day. Simple, right?
"Okay. Everyone, take a blaster and don't aim it at your face." Charlotte instructed as she handed them out from the box, looking mainly at Jasper. She and (y/n) were fine, they could handle a gun, Piper was smart enough to figure it out, but Jasper, well, he was useless. They were just hoping that he could score them some intimidation points.
"Stick to the plan, 'k? Don't be a hero, don't get captured and don't die." (y/n) told them all sternly, wishing that she wasn't about to take three kids into battle but, then again, she was fairly confident that Jeff would be easy to subdue. They just had to outsmart him, which wasn't very hard.
"Let's go kick some butt!" Piper yelled, letting Jasper lead the way as they stormed towards the decrepit store. They burst in, blasters clutched in their hands, only to see that Jeff was getting cocky. He was stood next to Ray and Henry, who weren't dead nor dying, they were just stuck in holes?
"Don't move, dirtbag!" (y/n) shouted as they formed a line, pointing their weapons at Jeff who had been interrupted from his session of taking photos of the "defeated" superhero duo.
"All right, freeze, Jeff!"Jasper yelled too, pulling his meanest face as Henry and Ray's mouths dropped open at the sight of their rescuers. (y/n) they could understand, Charlotte too, maybe Piper, but Jasper? Why him?
"What the..." Henry breathed out, shocked to see his friends and sister with guns. He was happy to see them but concerned that they were gonna cock it up.
"Oh, boy..." Ray mumbled, the fluttering of his heart being numbed by Jasper leading the attack. He just wanted his sweet girl to storm in and kick-ass, but the boy was way too eager to do the job himself.
"Who are you?" Jeff squawked, wondering who these kids and...sexy lady were. She looked familiar but his stupid brain couldn't quite place it, so he focused on why they were holding him up.
"While Captain Man and Kid Danger are stuck in those holes, I'm in charge!" Jasper snapped, getting a bit above himself since this was the first time he'd properly held a blaster. Sure, he'd seen them around the place and picked one or two up, but he'd never used one in the field before.
"No, I am!" Piper hissed, thinking that since she had the most attitude and scariest face, she got to be the leader, much to (y/n)'s annoyance.
"You're the designated driver! I'm the eldest, I'm in charge, so shut up!" The young woman scolded them, not wanting anyone to lose focus. Even though he was an idiot, Jeff was still a criminal and in her experience, no criminals can be trusted, not even the stupid ones.
"Okay, I don't know where you brats and this...very hot lady came from but you better get outta here unless you want me to put you in holes like I did to Captain Man and Kid Danger," Jeff warned them menacingly but the problem was everyone could see that he was too dumb to even think of a plan like that, let alone carry it out.
"Okay, he did not put us in these holes," Henry stressed, eager to point out that Jeff played no part in their accident, it was just a stupid consequence of walking on rotting wood.
"We fell through these rotten, old, wooden floors!" Ray added from behind gritted teeth. Every time Jeff saw (y/n), no matter if she was herself or Miss Danger, he always flirted with her and it always pissed him off. She was his, no one else's.
"We're a victim of wood rot." Henry couldn't help but reiterate the point, desperate to let them know that they hadn't been beaten by the moron behind them.
"Liars! They ought to call you Captain Liar and Fib Danger!" The moron barked at them, making the superheroes smirk. Was that supposed to scare or upset them?
"All right, Jeff! Put your back behind your hands!" Jasper ordered, having had enough of the empty threats and dilly-dallying. Hee wanted to show Jeff who was boss, but he wasn't very good at it.
"Other way." Charlotte rolled her eyes at how he so easily muddled up his words, thinking that Jeff was seeing their whole operation as a farce.
"Put your hands behind your back!" The curly-haired corrected himself, returning to his mean tone. However, as stupid as he was, Jeff didn't take orders from teenagers. "No!"
"Well, if you don't, I'mma blast you with this!" The boy wiggled the blaster in his hands, prompting (y/n)'s head to snap to him. Okay, they'd agreed to let her do the blasting, why was he deviating from the plan? That's exactly how things go wrong.
"Son, don't blast anyone! Just call the police." Ray told him, seeing how the gorgeous woman next to him was freaking out a bit at how trigger-happy he was getting. Jasper had terrible aim and would probably shoot him or Henry if he tried to hurt Jeff.
"Yeah, son!" Piper mocked him, glad that Captain Man was seeing sense and had told the boy to reign it in. She wanted to look cool and Jasper was a real dampener on her style.
"Hey, kid, hot lady. I'm gonna sit on Captain Man with my butt!" Jeff warned, sticking his ass out and shuffling towards Ray like he was actually gonna go through with his threat. (y/n) adjusted her hold on her blaster and stepped forward slightly as the teens straightened up their aim, getting ready to fire if need be.
"No, you're not!" Ray exclaimed, panicking as he was completely stuck, nowhere to go. If Jeff really did sit on him, there was no way he could escape.
"Look at this! I'm squattin'! I'm coming down slowly!" Jeff wiggled his butt, making the ones with the ones gulp as they debated firing or not. They didn't want to hurt. Jeff, well, not much and there was always the risk of injuring Kid Danger.
"Hot lady, blast him! Blast him now!" Ray screamed to his girlfriend, desperate to avoid having a guy's ass in his face and she panicked at his terrified face. Jasper, however, succumbed to the pressure and when he couldn't work out how to work the gun, shot himself in the face with a tranquilising laser. What a hero.
"Seriously?! That was, like, rule number one! Don't aim at ya face!" (y/n) exclaimed, rushing to the boy's side as he collapsed on the floor, utterly out for the count. Charlotte and Piper tugged at his arms to try and wake him up but it was no use, he was gonna be snoozing for the next few minutes.
Seeing that it was now girl-power only, Charlotte, Piper and (y/n) reformed their line and aimed the blasters back at Jeff, who wasn't overly concerned about two little girls and a delicate young woman.
"Ha! Now, I've defeated three dudes!" Jeff bragged, loving that he was taking down so many people with no effort.
"Yeah and now, you have to take on us!" (y/n) snapped, pressing a button on the side of her blaster so the plasma inside would start heating up. She'd had enough of this moron.
"I'd sooner take you out on a date, pretty lady," Jeff smirked, putting a hand on his hip and wiggling his eyebrows in the woman's direction, which grossed the girls out and boiled Ray's blood. If he could move his hands, he'd punching this douchebag in the face.
"I have a boyfriend." (y/n) replied simply and gave him a sour smile. Ray smiled to himself proudly and daydreamed about how good it was to know that he was said boyfriend, something that Henry didn't miss but Jeff did.
"I'm sure you'd have more fun with me. Your boyfriend sounds like a loser--" Jeff brushed off his blatant disinterest, causing Piper to get into one of her raging tantrums. No one insulted her friend like that and got away with it.
"All right, that's it! Hey, skunk-bag!" She screamed and before Charlotte or (y/n) could keep her calm, the girl raised her twin blasters and began firing at Jeff...badly. The rapid lasers shot everywhere but the criminal, some landing on the shelves, some hitting Ray and Henry and some flying god knows where. Jeff ducked for cover behind the rackets of movies, crawling on his hands and knees so he could get away from the furious child.
"Piper, (y/n)! Come on, follow me!" Charlotte stopped her from hurting anyone else and dragged her friends to where Jeff was lurking. They were gonna get him and fry his ass.
"Girls, be careful with those weapons!" Ray scolded them, not wanting them to get hurt since two were children and the other was his precious sweet girl. He was dying to get free and help, his instincts yelling at him to jump in and protect her.
"Yes, captain." (y/n) smirked, knowing that to anyone else, it just seemed like she was being obedient, but just between her and Ray, it was the name she used to make him stiffen with pleasure.
"And remember...Jeff is very stupid." Henry advised them, not seeing how a shudder passed through Ray as he heard his title. What he was gonna do when he got home...
"I heard that!" Jeff snapped from his hiding place, not realising that by being loud, he had revealed the approximate location of where he was. Piper and Charlotte shushed the superheroes before following closely behind (y/n) as they crept through the store.
"All right, Jeff...where are you?" Charlotte growled as they rounded the corner, bumping into the man as he crouched with his arms over his head. The teen kicked him over, making them scream a war cry as Piper pounced like a tiger. Lasers were fired in the air as she wrestled with the man quadruple her size, but it didn't phase her, not one jot. Henry and Ray wriggled in their holes trying to see if they could get free and help because the girls weren't doing okay on their own.
Jeff ran out from the shelves, Charlotte's blaster clutched in his hands and dived behind the counter to hide. The girls crawled after him, wondering where he could've disappeared after swiping the weapon and breaking free.
"Where'd he go?" Charlotte panted as she looked around the store for the criminal, having not realised that in the skirmish, she'd forgotten another important rule. Never lose your weapon.
"I don't know, but where's your blaster?" (y/n) breathed out, seeing that she and Piper still had their guns, but Charlotte was empty-handed. Wait a second...
"AH! Don't move!" Jeff popped up from his hiding spot, Charlotte's weapon pointed straight at the girls, making them scream. (y/n) instinctively moved in front of them, willing to take a shot if it meant that it would keep them safe. She'd heal, they wouldn't. "Yeah, sorry, girls. You're about to get stun-burn!!"
"No, Jeff!" Ray cried, terrified at the thought of his girl getting blasted whilst he had to watch. His dear, brave (y/n), putting herself in the line of fire for two of the kids; it made his heart swell with pride and then break when he thought about her bleeding out.
"Don't do it, Jeff!" Henry yelled too, not wanting to see his sister or his friends hurt. How would Ray react? How would he react? Jeff couldn't put that trigger, he just couldn't.
Literally, he couldn't. No matter how hard he squeezed the release, no hot plasma came spewing out of the gun, it just did nothing, much to the delinquent's confusion.
"Aw, dang it! It's out of battery!" He spat, realising that with no electricity pulsing through its circuits, the blaster was useless and any hope of coercing the girls into surrender was gone.
"Out of battery? Funny that." (y/n) chuckled emptily, her and Ray glancing at Henry, who looked away bashfully. Now, she was seeing the full picture; someone didn't do as he was told last night.
"Quick, guys! Grab some of these antique video rectangles!" CHarlotte exclaimed, seeing that they weren't quite out of ammo yet. The movies were made of hard plastic and with a bit of velocity, they'd easily bruise Jeff.
"They're called VHS tapes!" (y/n) stressed, finding offence in how she called them antiques. It was just another poignant reminder that she was old now, the big three-zero. Anyway, the girls began to throw anything and everything they could get their hands on, from comedy to romance, they chucked it at the moron. He tried to duck and dodge, but their onslaught was lethal and relentless and he soon began to ache from their attacks.
"Yeah! That's it! VHS power!" Ray exclaimed happily, watching his girlfriend and her little helpers with pride. They sure showed that clown who the boss was and he couldn't help but grin when he saw how furiously hot she was when fighting.
"This is the worst!" Jeff groaned as he tried to bat away a few tapes, but they were coming thick and fast, hurting his head and arms from how hard they were being hurled. He collapsed onto the floor, tired and dazed from all the head injuries, but still, the girls couldn't switch off.
"Okay, I think you got him," Ray shouted, but they could hear him, they wanted to make sure that the big lug was down and finished. "That's enough," Henry added, prompting Charlotte to sneer at them.
"Just three more!" She yelled, wanting to end on a high note. It was okay for them, they got to fight baddies every day, but for her, she was never in fights and wanted to savour the moment.
"Take...Flashdance!" Charlotte screamed, picking up one of the only films she recognised.
"Have The Empire Strikes Back!" (y/n) went next, choosing one of the best movies from her childhood since the tape was a particularly heavy one.
"And Gandhi!" Piper threw the last one, leaving the girls panting as Jeff slumped on the floor with a lump on his forehead. He was going to have a serious concussion when he woke up.
"Sorry, Gandhi."
"Sometimes violence is the answer." Ray and Henry sighed as the girls high-fived each other and celebrated with a small group hug. It felt good to be the badasses for once and just as they moved away from the shelves, Jasper woke up from his self-induced nap. Typical, he woke up just when all the real work was done.
"Argh... What hit me?" He groaned, wondering if Jeff had caused the aching thump in his skull. He could barely remember the fight, perhaps it had been glorious and him a hero...
"Yourself." Piper quipped, ending his hopes of being brave and chivalrous. He was going down as the soldier shot himself in the face before the fight had even started. "Classic Jasper."
"Okay, I'm calling the fire department to get you two out of those holes," Charlotte told her boss, who suddenly remember that he was at the point of bursting from his full bladder. He'd been so excited to see his girl in action, he'd forgotten all about it, Henry though, he was still hungry.
"Good and tell them to hurry before I pee in my captain pants." He groaned, making (y/n) chuckle. Aw, her poor, little baby, so cute.
"No! First, call a pizza place before I die of hunger," Henry argued, still believing that hunger was worse than needing to pee. It had only been like fifteen hours since he'd last eaten, it really wasn't as bad as he was making out.
"You really want us to call a pizza--" (y/n) frowned and tilted her head in confusion, but then Jasper remembered that he'd been carrying a snack around with him ever since they'd left Henry's house. It would be a bit warm and sweaty, but edible.
"Wait, wait, wait, I have food in my pants." He exclaimed and the minute his hands crawled into his underwear to retrieve the burger he'd put the (y/n), Piper and CHarlotte were quickly stepping away. "Here." He grinned and dropped the sandwich into his best friend's hands.
"What the--?" His nose wrinkled, contemplating whether his hunger was enough to justify eating a burger that had been down Jasper's pants. Was he desperate?
"My hamburger..." Piper gasped, not believing that the boy had been so sneaky that he'd managed to swipe it out from under her nose and shove it there.
"That is vile." (y/n) gagged, staring at the food with a grimace, which deepened when. Henry's mouth began to salivate and his pupils dilated. "You're not gonna eat that, are you?" She asked quietly, her eyes widening when he ignored everyone's disgusted faces and took a savage bite of the burger, squishing as much as he could into his mouth.
He stopped momentarily, wondering why they were looking at him like that before deciding he didn't care and carried on eating like an animal.
"I'm gonna call the fire department." Charlotte gulped, scurrying away quickly before she puked and Piper wasn't far behind her. Kid Danger was a weirdo.
"I'm coming too!" She squeaked and followed the older girl out of the building where they'd get a better signal. Plus, she was able to keep an eye on her dad's car and make sure that it was still in one piece.
"Oooh, Good Burger!" Jasper gasped as he saw all of the old movies lined up on the shelves. He'd been asleep for the majority of the time they'd been here and hadn't had a proper chance to look around. There were so many classics on display and he couldn't wait to look at them all, leaving Ray and (y/n) alone since Henry was lost in burger land.
"Hey." The young woman smirked and knelt next to what little of her boyfriend's body was exposed above the floorboards. It was good to see him alive and unhurt and even better when she could affirm that by cupping his face when she was sure Piper wasn't looking.
"Hey, sweet girl." He smiled back, briefly closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her soft hands on his skin. They hated being apart but being able to reunite made it almost worth it. Almost.
"I missed you, doofus." (y/n) giggled, gently tracing her thumb over the faint scar on his cheek from when Doctor Minyak made him destructible. That seemed so long ago and it was like she had been a completely different person back then.
"Missed you too. Still need to pee, though." He joked, glad that for just a small moment whilst Henry enjoyed his butt burger and Jasper wasn't paying attention, they could enjoy some time together, even if the firefighters were on their way.
"I was so worried when you didn't come home. I'm sorry that I didn't notice earlier, I fell asleep and then, god, I'm such an idiot--" She sighed, letting all of the pent-up guilt from the morning come cascading out in one big rant. It still felt like her fault, her mind telling her that if she had realised his absence earlier, none of this would've been necessary.
"Hey, no, stop. This is not your fault, sweet girl. I should've been more careful and you've done brilliantly. Made a plan, saved the day. My clever girl." If Ray's arms could move, then they'd be around her shoulders in an instant, pressing her to his chest so he could whisper his praises into her ear.
"I don't want to lose you." She whispered, staring at the various movies cases still on the floor since she felt so small at that moment. She didn't feel clever, not when she knew that Jasper and Charlotte had helped her figure most of the plan out. They'd been lucky this time that the criminal had been Jeff, but what if it had been someone more sinister? What if they had shown no mercy?
"I'm right here with you, where I always want to be. With my sweet, sweet girl." He whispered, straining every muscle in his neck so he could lean forward and give her a gentle kiss. He couldn't heal all the hurt, but if he could, he'd try his hardest to make it better and love her forever. Everyone needs someone to look after them and Ray had found his love in her, his (y/n). Always.
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Ghostly Sweat
Ok, this one doesn't have anything to do with Dannymay (I'm behind, but I'll try to catch up), but is one I wanted to do for some time, I made another version of this but I didn't really like it and it wasn't as funny, it was angst and I was aiming for something more fun, prompt was taken from @floralflowerpower prompt list, though I may have forgotten the AC not working and to make everyone else suffer... But I like it, so have this version, and maybe, if I manage to correct and like the other version I made I'll also share it with you.
“Ewwww! Fentonio is sweating buckets!”
Dash’s voice caught everyone’s attention, but he tried to ignore it so the others could do the same. Not only were they currently in the smallest classroom in the school watching some kind of movie that their professor thought was a good idea to watch during this heat wave, with a lot of sweaty and smelly teenagers all huddled together with the windows and curtains closed, no, they were also standing cause the desks on the classroom had been taken by other students… as a replacement for the damaged ones after a ghost attack.
So they twenty something or so students were all standing in the room, in lines of 5 in a dark and hot room watching a video on… what now? Fetal development, if the image of the cells multiplying into weird shapes and then developing a spine and eyes was anything to go by… oh, that was a tiny hand, yeah, it was totally about that, hadn’t they seen this video like twice this year?
“Danny, you’re dripping, you sure you’re alright?” asked Mikey who was standing next to him, maybe because they were more or less the same height, so much for trying to ignore the comment.
“I’m fine, is just really hot here” Mikey gave him a side glance and nodded.
“I thought ghosts didn’t sweat” he whispered.
“I’m only half ghost, my human half does it” said Danny plainly.
“Yeah, but not to this extent” said Star from behind him, “there’s already a puddle on the floor, or did you have an accident?” Danny managed to not roll his eyes at the comment; her amused smile could be heard even without seeing her face.
He looked down to check what was happening, and to his surprise he did found a puddle, his shoes were all wet and when he lifted a foot he felt his tennis shoe heavier than usual and the positively not nice feeling of a wet sock inside it. Grimacing, he lifted his eyes again towards the video, whipping his forehead with a hand to remove his hair from it. Only to find whatever was dripping from his head, stuck on his hand and in the same color of his hair…
Alarmed, Danny gasped and shook his hand, making his classmates to complain about being splashed, but things didn’t stop there, now that he had done that, his skin started looking the same, as if it was melting.
“Help!” he managed to say, the group immediately turned to look at him, if you wanted to describe it, it looked as if Danny had been covered in barely made jelly, sticky like ectoplasm but too liquid to be it.
“Mr. Fenton, the video is alm…” said the professor who had the only chair in the room before looking at him.
Sam and Tucker had already made their way towards him and were pulling him towards the door, Danny was holding onto Tucker as his feet slid on the floor as if he was walking on ice… Now that he thought about it…
The teacher was already calming down the rest of his classmates and telling Sam what to do next, as if she didn’t know how to handle it better than him. Danny tried to stay still for a moment and called out his transformation once out of the room, only to change back a second later and drop to his knees in pain.
“What the hell is going on Danny?” asked Sam looking at him with concern as she offered her hand and Tucker grabbed at him to lift him up.
“I think it’s some kind of survival mode?” he said finally standing up in wobbly legs, “when I transformed it was painful” he said rubbing at his chest; they made their way towards Mr. Lancer’s office who was the nearest person at school that was willing to help them in this cases.
“Well, at least you saved us the rest of that video and the next class, perks of being friends with Amity Park’s local hero” said Tucker, who had managed to pull out his pocket fan and was now directing it towards the two of them, only to have to catch it midair when Danny’s feet slid dangerously on the floor, Sam grabbed him on the other side.
“Yeah, right, I don’t know how we’re going to fix this, but I’m pretty sure you won’t want to participate” said Danny as Sam knocked on the door.
The girl made a face “Whatever this is, and I truly want this to be anything else, I hope it doesn’t happen again, sorry but, ghostly sweat stinks worse than human sweat if that’s what it is” she said pinching her nose and smiling at Danny’s offended face.
Mr. Lancer opened the door and was about to ask them to come in when he saw them “Creatures of the Deep! What happened?”
Explaining what was happening and how it started was easy to do, however finding a solution wasn’t simple. With the decision that exposing Danny to the sun to go back home – avoiding at all costs calling Jack Fenton, who would just come in his giant motorized and steel covered Fenton GAV – they decided that the safest option was to keep Danny in the coolest place in the school.
And that’s how Danny spent the rest of the day and a good part of the evening in the fridge chamber of the school.
#danny phantom#fanfic#prompt fill#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#phanphic#dp fanfic#dp fic#mr. lancer#dash baxter#dp mikey#dp star#heat wave
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It's A Game We Play: Chapter 9
Pairings: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier
Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, original female characters, Essi Daven, Priscilla, Ciri of Cintra, Valdo Marx, Vespula
Additional tags: inspired by Mamma Mia! (movies), crack, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, alpha yennefer, beta radovid, awkwardness, jaskier is a good parent, protective jaskier, weddings, found family, post mpreg, fluff and humor, alternate universe- modern setting, jaskier is having the worst time of his life, valdo is here to make everything worse, confusion, banter, insecure jaskier, internalized slut shaming, light angst, family drama, there was only one bed, sharing a bed, valdo marx being an asshole, valdo marx and his ukulele from hell, drunk jaskier, mild language, sexual humor, jaskier in a dress, well it's a skirt but still, jaskier is essentially a milf in this
Rating: teen and up audiences
Full word count: 28,523 words
Chapter word count: 3,396 words
Chapters: 9/?
Summary: Jaskier's daughter is about to marry the love of her life, and she decides she wants both her parents at her wedding. Only problem is that Jaskier has slept with a little too many people in his youth, so the identity of the other parent is a mystery. That does not stop the bride-to-be from inviting three potential daddy candidates and unleashing absolute chaos in the process.
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Otherwise known as Jaskier's terrible horrible no good past decisions leading to terrible horrible no good outcomes. Also known as the Mamma Mia! AU nobody asked for, but I wrote it anyway.
Chapter summary: It's the night of Amaryllis's bridal shower. Sparks fly all over the place in general, and then Jaskier also fights off his insecurities in the raunchiest way possible.
Author's notes: Actually, writing this fic is like therapy for me. Hence why it's updated so soon. They're all super drunk and horny, that's pretty much the premise of this chapter.
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This was a stupid idea. Jaskier wasn't even sure why he entertained it, for even a second.
"It's because you still have it in you," Essi teased, almost like she read his mind. She gave Jaskier a little wink. "And you want their eyes on you. It makes sense."
"I don't...!" Jaskier huffed. He felt his treacherous cheeks flush a deep red. Essi gave him a knowing smirk.
They were going to perform at Amaryllis and Sara's bridal shower tonight. While Amaryllis specifically asked them not to do that on her wedding, she was more than fine with her papa's band bringing the fun to the party. If the tragedy of Valdo Marx performing at the wedding had to happen - because Sara's mother was relentless, resisting all bribes and pleadings- then, at least an actually good band needed to play at the bridal shower. It was the fun part, after all!
Priscilla and Essi convinced Jaskier to dress up a little bit, which Jaskier used to enjoy a lot in his youth. He wasn't exactly the most modest Omega back then, gladly putting the goods on display and enjoying the trail of drool that followed him. He wasn't twenty years old anymore, though, and the idea of trying to act all sexy, especially in front of his exes, was a terrifying one.
"Look, you girls still look amazing," Jaskier told them earnestly. "Essi, I have no idea how you maintained this body after two kids. Seriously, you're both smoking hot. Me, on the other hand... I think you should wear your pretty matching outfits and I put on something a bit more... modest."
"Since when are you modest," Priscilla scoffed. "Come on, it's going to be fun! Besides, Essi is right, we all know you're just dying to seduce your baby daddies."
Jaskier rolled his eyes, but his cheeks refused to let go of their blush. Unfortunately, he was just a human being, a human being who was still very much attracted to those three, no matter how hard he tried to deny it. The more time he's spent with them, the more his stupid heart and body started acting up. So, maybe his friends were right, maybe there was a part of him that wondered what they would think when they saw him in his outfit.
"Okay, but I'm not gonna wear it the whole night," Jaskier concluded with a sigh. His friends let out a triumphant squeal.
"Oh, the Omega urge to preen has set in!" Essi giggled. "Combined with your badly hidden lust for your exes, I say we're gonna have a lot of fun tonight!"
"I'll only be able to handle this with alcohol," Jaskier groaned. He still couldn't help a little smile when he imagined what this night could have in store.
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They rented a whole club for the night. Amaryllis was worried Jaskier spent entirely too much money on her upcoming wedding, especially knowing how much he struggled with keeping the Dandelion afloat, but he always waved her concerns away with a "my sweet baby deserves the best". She could only hope he wouldn't wear himself too thin with the stress, to which the whole other parent situation only added to.
Amaryllis decided to focus on having fun instead. She grinned widely as she was led inside the club, where the decoration was a mix of classic wedding flowers and party balloons. Amaryllis and Sara both had veils on their heads which looked as mismatched with the rest of their club outfits as possible.
Amaryllis held onto Sara's hand tightly as their friends bounced ahead of them, already a little tipsy on their warm-up shots. Actually, a little bit more than tipsy.
"Richie Rich at 10 o'clock," Marion all but screamed into Vera's ear, who hollered in response. It caught Radovid's attention. He gave the girls a little confused, but still bright smile. Vera pretended to pass out, and she managed so well that she actually ended up on the floor, bringing the cackling Marion with her.
"I think we should keep them from drinking any more," Sara laughed. Amaryllis rolled her eyes with a chuckle.
She smiled when she noticed Geralt and Ciri approaching her. Geralt's smile widened the closer he got.
"You look very nice," he said. Ciri giggled.
"He means you look breathtakingly beautiful, but he doesn't know how to do compliments."
Amaryllis laughed. "Thank you, all the same."
"How's everyone enjoying the party?" Jaskier asked as he hopped next to them. His cheeks were rosy, and his smile was bright. He kissed Sara on the cheek before he pulled Amaryllis to his side.
"Do you like the place?"
"It's incredible!" Amaryllis grinned. She wound her arms around her father, sighing happily. "Thank you, Papa."
Jaskier gently pulled the veil aside so he could kiss her forehead.
"It's my pleasure."
Amaryllis gasped when she noticed Yennefer approaching them. She wore a leather two set, and she looked incredible. Jaskier and Geralt made a similar little noise, combined with wide eyes as they spotted her.
"Damn, I wanna look like you at your age," Sara sighed in awe. Yennefer sent her a grin.
"Hello, everyone. Jaskier, thank you so much for the invite."
"Of course," Jaskier replied softly. Yennefer smiled, and Jaskier returned it eagerly.
"Where's the archduke of mangoes?" Yennefer asked, scanning the partying guests. Geralt laughed softly.
"He's the king of mangoes, you know that."
Jaskier glanced at Amaryllis in confusion. Amaryllis giggled.
"I could've sworn on my life they were coconuts," Jaskier blinked. He then nodded towards the left. "He's there, trying to sober up Amaryllis's bridesmaids... oh, fuck. He's actually doing shots with them. Amaryllis, bring him here before he sends your friends to the detox."
Amaryllis did, laughing all the way. Radovid looked utterly proud of himself. Jaskier rolled his eyes at him fondly.
"I'm gonna go find my mom," Sara said. She pecked Amaryllis on the lips before she left. Amaryllis felt a warmth, that was definitely not just because of the alcohol, spread through her chest as she stood in the ring that Jaskier, Geralt, Radovid, Yennefer and Ciri made around her.
She watched as her papa spoke to the other three. The conversation seemed light, the awful tension that plagued their first few days together nowhere to be seen now.
Ciri stood next to her, gently elbowing her in the side.
"Wanna dance?"
"With pleasure," Amaryllis grinned. She bowed playfully. Ciri giggled and gave a quick curtsy before she grabbed Amaryllis's hand and dragged her to the dancefloor.
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"Do you want to...?"
Jaskier blinked in surprise. Geralt shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly. If it wasn't for his extended hand, Jaskier wouldn't have understood what he wanted.
"Oh," he breathed softly. He felt his cheeks warm up as he stared down at Geralt's big, calloused hand. Every braincell told him to say no. His heart whacked him over the head with a giant, neon YES sign.
"Yes," he eventually said. Geralt's wary smile brightened as he took Jaskier's hand into his own. Jaskier's skin buzzed at his touch.
His heart pounded as they swayed together with Geralt. His hands were so careful around his waist, like he was scared a stronger hold would break Jaskier.
Jaskier glanced to the side. Amaryllis was slow dancing with Sara, their eyes shining as they smiled at each other. Yennefer twirled Ciri around. Marion and Vera drunkenly swayed, tripping over each other's feet. Essi danced with her husband, while Radovid danced with Priscilla. As he looked over them, and then down their joined hands with Geralt, he felt his heart swell until it barely fit into his chest.
The pink fog quickly dissipated when he noticed Valdo sauntering in with a smug grin. He, as always, acted like he owned the place.
"Ugh," Jaskier gagged, "how did he get in?"
"He seems to have a knack for infiltrating your life," Geralt chuckled. He let go of Jaskier's hand. Jaskier immediately missed his touch.
Valdo noticed them, and his smirk widened. Jaskier rolled his eyes so hard, it was a wonder they didn't get stuck.
"Jaskier," Valdo greeted him cheerfully, "what a lovely party!"
"Which you weren't invited to," Jaskier scoffed. He crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you want?"
"Oh, actually, Sara's mom invited me," Valdo replied with a grin. "So, I'm sorry, dear, but I'm staying."
He looked a little wary when Geralt moved towards him. He took a step back, holding his hands up.
"Don't worry, I didn't bring an original song, this time."
"You're saying that as if you would sing here," Jaskier huffed. Valdo only raised an amused eyebrow at him. Jaskier's eyes widened in horror.
"No fucking way," he hissed, "I will perform with my band! Yours isn't even here!"
"I'm a one-man band. Besides, there might be place for more talented musicians on this stage. And one maybe even for you."
Jaskier's hands balled into fists as he stared after Valdo once he left. Geralt scoffed.
"If I ever commit a crime in this life, this man will be the victim of it."
Jaskier sucked in a harsh breath through his nose. There was no way he was going to let Valdo steal the spotlight, again.
This was the perfect time to get his friends and change into their performance outfits - let everyone see The Sandpipers still got it.
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Amaryllis felt both amused and confused as she approached the table Geralt, Radovid and Yennefer sat together at. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking at. Yennefer had a lock of Radovid's hair in her hand, inspecting it like a surgeon before an important surgery.
"This is so damaged," she slurred, her usually snappy, almost cold exterior buried under several glasses of gin and tonic. "Your hair's so pretty, and you let it get so damaged."
"I don't have time for a hair care routine, I wish I did," Radovid lamented. The way he lifted his glass was a little uncertain.
"Geralt, touch his hair," Yennefer demanded, "feel the split ends."
Geralt took another piece of Radovid's hair between his fingers. He hummed.
"It's dry."
"Yeah, what about yours?" Radovid huffed. He twisted Geralt's hair around his fingers. His eyes widened. "Oh, this is soft. Why is it soft?"
"Feel mine," Yennefer giggled. Radovid did, holding onto both their hair with an awed expression.
"Uhm... hello?" Amaryllis greeted them with a chuckle. They flitted apart in such a panicky way, like Amaryllis just caught them making out with each other - which, judging by the way they lovingly caressed each other's hair for God knows how long, and how extremely drunk they were, wouldn't even have been outside of the realm of possibilities.
There was a strange tension between them- competitiveness, for sure, but also something else. Something that had nothing to do with butting heads over getting into Jaskier's good graces, or fighting for the parental rights over Amaryllis. It was something else, a weirdly vibrating chemistry that Amaryllis couldn't quite describe.
"Jaskier... I mean, Amaryllis," Geralt groaned. He shook his head, blinking rapidly. "Shit, it's dark in here."
"Your eyesight is just getting worse, old man," Yennefer teased. "You also can't hold your liquor."
"Are you in the right state to talk?" Amaryllis asked carefully, interrupting Geralt who was about to defend his own honor. Amaryllis snorted when Radovid grabbed her hands, nodding frantically.
"Anything you wanna say, we're ready to hear."
"Alright...so, I was wondering, if you guys maybe wanted to go out with my papa?"
Geralt stuttered something. Yennefer just stared at her. Radovid once again nodded, the alcohol dissolving his pretenses entirely.
"I want to!"
"As... a date?" Yennefer checked. Her cheeks flushed, not just from the alcohol. Amaryllis smiled at her.
"Yes. I think you could each take him out individually. Spend some time with him, because... there's a chance his own gut feelings can come in handy, so to speak, in our little scheme. And, you know, he hasn't been on a date in decades."
She wanted to speed up the process of figuring out the truth a little bit, and she realized maybe Jaskier also needed some time together with the candidates in order to do that- besides, Amaryllis was hoping to secure him the one and only. Her papa definitely deserved some spoiling, as well.
"Decades?" Geralt whispered in horror. "You're telling me he hasn't been... romanced, after we left?"
"Except for Vespula, of course," Radovid pointed out with a snort.
"That was just a couple of times, and nothing since then," Amaryllis clarified. "Look, I know you all still have feelings for him. And I'm sure that's mutual. Let's kick things into gear!"
They all shared a look, which was full of confusion, a sense of challenge and a third, unrecognizable emotion.
Amaryllis swore when she heard Valdo's unmistakable voice in the microphone.
"This is for the wonderful brides, one of them which is unlucky enough to call Jaskier her father. Don't worry, beautiful Amaryllis, this song will cheer you up!"
"The only thing this song will do is make me commit arson," Amaryllis huffed. She quickly scanned the crowd, trying to find either her father or his friends, but she didn't see them anywhere.
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Jaskier didn't know if he should have screamed or cried in frustration. He once again had to realize he was making a stupid decision.
He really should have thought ahead and tried on his outfit before the performance, instead of just picking it out blindly. He gave in to his friends' nagging and matched with them, but the problem was that the glittery, tight skirt he wanted to put on was one he used to wear before Amaryllis's birth. He was twenty years old when he last wore it, and many things have changed in the meantime. His body, most of all - and realizing this, minutes before he was planning to go on stage, was an incredibly humiliating experience.
"This is so embarrassing," Jaskier whined, his face burning with shame. "God, what was I thinking? I'm not twenty anymore, and definitely not skinny, either. I'm going to embarrass my daughter at her own bridal shower! Ridiculous, a cow trying to parade around."
"Hey, don't say that! You agreed you would wear it!" Essi reminded him softly. "Besides, you wanna show Valdo Marx you're the better performer, right? Grab onto that energy!"
"The only thing I can grab onto are my love handles."
"Calm down, would you?" Priscilla snorted from behind him, where she was still struggling to work his zipper up all the way. "And suck in a little!"
"I'm already sucking in, Priscilla, that's what I'm saying!"
Jaskier buried his face in his hands with a whimper. There was no way his exes would find him attractive in this, with the skirt pulled so tight over his wide hips. What if it would rip open on his fat ass, in front everyone? He would not survive that humiliation. Valdo would never let him live it down, and Amaryllis would be scarred for life.
He looked up at his reflection in the mirror with a deep sigh. He always believed he looked pretty, and he looked younger than his age, mostly - but the passage of time did not fully spare him, neither did the changes pregnancy did to his body. Sure, he wasn't fat, that was a bit of a hysterical over-exaggeration, but he definitely had some cushion for the pushing. He was not a young Omega with long, slim legs and a tiny waist anymore. What was the point in pretending otherwise?
"You know what, I'm not even gonna perform," Jaskier pouted. "You girls go and do your lovely thing. I don't wanna ridicule you, too."
Priscilla finally managed to zip him up. She also managed to slap him on the ass so hard that Jaskier yelped.
"Ow! What the hell!?"
"Say one more self-loathing thing about yourself, and I will full on spank you!" Priscilla growled. She grabbed Jaskier by the shoulders and spun him around, glaring daggers up at him. "Did you forget who you are? You are Jaskier Pankratz, for fuck's sake! The sexiest, sluttiest Omega on this island. The charmer, the sex god, everyone's favorite goddamn lay! Even the freaking mayor wanted to fuck you! You have three people practically pissing themselves with the need to suffocate between your thighs, and you're whining!?"
Jaskier gaped. Essi hid her giggles behind her hand.
"You got a bit curvaceous, so what? You look freaking amazing!"
Jaskier looked down on the outline of his belly through the skirt. He frowned.
"But..."
"You. Are. Hot," Essi told him, accentuating each word. "And trust me, people will drown in their own drool when they'll see you!"
"You are smoking hot," Priscilla continued. "Pull yourself together, sweet cheeks, and show everyone what you're made of! And this, right here,” she grinned, lovingly pinching Jaskier’s tummy, “is a very sexy little accessory."
Jaskier opened his mouth to argue, but he wisely decided against it when Priscilla and Essi all but growled at him. He rolled his eyes with a sigh. He could only hope he would survive this evening without a catastrophic event.
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The crowd erupted into cheers, drowning out Valdo's voice when The Sandpipers entered the stage.
Valdo's eyes bulged out of his head when he spotted Jaskier. Jaskier ignored the queasy feeling inside him and marched forward.
As soon as the music rang out, his confidence started to seep back in. He felt in his element on stage, living together with the rhythm. Essi and Priscilla looked beautiful and radiant next to him, sparkling in their matching outfits.
Jaskier opened his mouth to sing, and everyone cheered again. Valdo marched off the stage, looking like a kicked dog.
No one laughed at him, instead everyone stared in awe. Amaryllis, Sara and their friends hollered. Jaskier's eyes skimmed the crowd for some more familiar faces.
His heart leapt when he noticed them - they were staring, and they absolutely did not seem to mind the way he looked. In fact, Yennefer licked her lips in a hungry way that made a pleasant shiver run down Jaskier's spine. Geralt gripped onto the edge of the table so hard that it rattled. Radovid shamelessly raked his eyes over him.
Seeing them looking at him like this, with so much unabashed awe and lust, all of Jaskier's insecurities melted away. He suddenly felt so young again, so playful and seductive. He's missed the feeling so much. He batted his eyelashes at them, which were elongated by mascara. His eyeliner did not just frame his eyes like usually, he made it winged. There was glitter on his eyelids to match his top and skirt. He even put on high-heeled ankle boots.
Finally, he felt sexy again as his exes' eyes followed him all over the stage, glued to the way he moved. Jaskier swayed his hips, running his hand over the curve of them teasingly before he leant forward, letting them take a peek at his cleavage.
He danced and sang full of energy, full of youthful playfulness. Everyone clapped and cheered and whistled. Jaskier felt like he was soaring as he playfully shook his butt, earning some more hollering from the crowd. Okay, maybe he still got it.
Jaskier could only look at them as he finished their last song. Their jaws hung open, their pupils were blown wide. He could feel the intense Alpha, and the less aggressive but spicy Beta pheromones in the air. Essi and Priscilla gave him a proud gin.
Daring, Jaskier his exes a kiss. Geralt swore under his breath, Radovid's jaw dropped even lower, and Yennefer batted her eyelashes.
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"Dick up, brain down," Ciri said simply, pointing at where the three candidates practically melted over the table. Amaryllis laughed in disbelief.
"Damn, your papa is sexy," Marion grinned. Sara turned to her fiancée, amused.
"So, are they taking your papa on a date?"
"After this performance?" Amaryllis chuckled. She looked at Jaskier, who exited the stage with a flourish, grinning brightly. Then, she glanced at the other three, who had hearts in their eyes instead of pupils.
"I think they're all ready to take him to heaven."
#geraskier#yennskier#radskier#a/b/o#jaskier#geralt of rivia#yennefer of vengerberg#radovid#omega jaskier#alpha geralt#alpha yennefer#beta radovid#the witcher fanfiction#the witcher fic#my fic#mamma mia au
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Halloween in a Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland
Halloween. It used to be your favorite day of the year when you were a kid. You loved to dress up in funny or scary costumes and go out all around your neighborhood begging for candy from random strangers you would never speak to otherwise.
Your tradition ended when you were twenty-two and moved out into the big city to attend university. Lolly tried to get you to trick-or-treat with her, but you didn't trust the city folk. Your neighborhood was fairly kind and...law abiding citizens, but after being mugged for the third time in the first year you lived there, you had enough. No trick-or-treating for you.
Now that the world ended, you had even more reason not to go trick-or-treating.
You wished you could take Stardrop trick-or-treating. Imagine being a year old and not experiencing the fun of Halloween, even if you were living in a post-apocalyptic city crawling with mutated human remains that only wanted to eat your skin and flesh.
Stardrop didn't even know what Halloween was. You and Sun had decided not to tell her. Why tell her something she would not get to experience in her lifetime? Moon, on the other hand, wanted to tell Stardrop everything. He had told you, and very wisely at that, that "just because the world ended, it does not justify depriving a child of the best moments in life."
You had to agree with Moon on that one. It wasn't like you could take Stardrop trick-or-treating. There was one other person living in the building, and you didn't think January would appreciate being woken up before guard duty just to play dress up.
Either way, you and Moon settled down to talk to Stardrop about the wonders of Halloween. Since she was a little less than a year old, she didn't understand too much other than "monsters." She could walk, run, and climb a fence, but could barely sign her own name.
Fair enough.
She never had candy, either, so there wasn't anyway to hype her up for that. Moon wasn't sure what else he could do to teach Stardrop about Halloween.
Eventually the two of you gave up, and you and Stardrop went to sleep.
When you woke the next morning, Sun had a surprise for the two of you. He had found some Halloween movies in some of the neighboring apartments, and Moon and January had spent her guard making "caramel." (It was only melted sugar and water, but Stardrop didn't need to know that.)
Sun had also put together a cute little ghost costume for Stardrop to wear while the three of you watched the Halloween movies that evening.
All day, while you and Sun taught Stardrop about Halloween, she seemed to get more and more excited. The few words she could sign without struggle seemed to multiply as she asked Sun a thousand questions (she knew better than to sign at you rapidly, your signing would never be as good as Sun's and Moon's).
By the time the sun set and Moon had set up the movies on the television, Stardrop was beginning to get tired. Even her extra long afternoon nap did nothing to keep her awake. She managed to get halfway through Halloweentown, and her eyes just couldn't stay focused between darting back and forth between the screen and Moon's signing.
It was barely eight when Moon tucked Stardrop into bed. The caramel would have to wait until tomorrow.
When he came back, you were curled up on the couch, blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Now that he didn't have to sign, he could relax next to you on the couch.
He sank in beside you, stealing some of your blanket so his metallic limbs could warm up. Moon knew you weren't keen on cuddling him when he freezing to the touch - which was often in the autumn and winter seasons.
Moon motioned for you to come closer, which you did, tiredly. Usually, you went to bed shortly after the sun set, and you didn't always get to spend time with Moon. It was nice on those rare occasions when you could. He was gentle and calm with you, more than Sun was (not that you minded, you loved them both).
Moon began to run his fingers through your hair, careful not too tug too hard and disturb your comfort. As his fingers carded through your hair, you felt your eyelids getting heavier. But, you didn't want to sleep yet. You wanted to just spend more time with Moon.
If you voiced that concern to him, though, you knew how he would act. Even now, after months of working on his behavior, Moon got a little skittish around you not sleeping, especially if you hadn't been sleeping well at all the last few days.
He would know. Moon hovered around you while you slept, and sometimes would even lay in bed with you to keep you company - "keep you safe" he would always say.
You had gotten used to his presence at bedtime. In fact, you couldn't sleep without him there, anymore, and you didn't have to often. Stardrop slept through the night now, and January kept most of the creatures out of the building at night with her traps.
"Go to sleep," Moon whispered, bending down the push his face plate against your forehead and humming, "If you're tired, you should go to sleep."
You rolled over slightly so you could stare up at him. He gazed back down at you before he nuzzled your forehead again.
"Moony," you whispered back, "Did you know that I love you?"
He hummed again, "Are you trying to butter me up so that I don't force you to sleep?"
"...no..."
Moon's grin widened against your forehead, and he pulled back to stare down at you. His one eye was bright red, and the other was dark. He usually had to focus really hard to illuminate both eyes ever since the one got damaged.
"Have I ever told you...how...glad I am that you dug me out of that pile?"
You could feel the heat rush to your face. He doesn't bring up your meeting often, and usually only as leverage.
"I don't think I can sleep, Moon," you cooed, "All these Halloween movies are going to give me nightmares..."
Moon's face deadpanned. Halloweentown was one of the least scary Halloween movies, and here you were claiming it was going to give you nightmares. You couldn't help but giggle up at his face plate.
"Shh, I'm kidding."
He bonked you with his forehead, and you giggled even more. His fingers trailed along your sides, feather light, until they curled into your hips and held you still.
Moon leaned down, his face awfully close to yours again, and he said: "You're an idiot."
He gently pecked your lips with his permanent grin and then lifted you from the couch, spinning you around as he did so. You giggled harder and wiggled, trying to get out of his grasp.
You couldn't, naturally.
Moon carried you in a ball of blanket toward your bedroom, humming a lullaby while he did. He deposited you on your bed and then flopped down on the mattress beside you.
"I think we should continue Halloween tomorrow," he concluded, "For Stardrop's sake. She didn't get to celebrate too much."
He was a softy when it came to Stardrop. Of course he would want to please her. The three of you would probably spend all day watching more Halloween movies and eating the caramel January made.
"I'm not sure Sun will let us lay around all day," you said, "Especially not with that much screen time."
Moon rolled over on top of you, hovering just above and stared down at your face for a second, "He said that he can be persuaded," he nearly purred, "You just need to spend some time with him...in the morning before Stardrop wakes up."
You push Moon's face plate away from your face. He chuckles and rolls off you onto the bed again, pulling the blankets up and around the two of you. The only light you see is his eye light, and it's gazing at you, like usual.
"Goodnight," he whispered.
"'Night," you agreed, "Halloween two tomorrow."
He bumps his faceplate against your head again, and begins to card through your hair with his fingers.
Maybe next year, you could take Stardrop for a proper trick-or-treat. Maybe the world will be better by then...
#celestial complex bits#celestial complex#x reader#fanfic#moon centric#moon x reader#sun x reader#fnaf au#au#robot kisses#robot cuddles#halloween#happy halloween#apocalypse#post apocalypse
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