#henry ruth x you
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Fresh Meat
Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Civilian!Reader
Characters: Civilian!Reader, Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (briefly mentioned), Jake the ex-boyfriend (briefly mentioned)
Warnings: Wolfman is adorable (and horny), but so is the reader, the reader and Charlie as besties are a great and terrifying duo, Goose is a little shit, Iceman and Slider are a chaotic duo with a great psychic link, Hollywood and Wolfman bringing back their classic quote, honestly this is crazy but in a good way
Word Count: 2,882
A/N: Reader’s “Name” is darlin’ and reader says Charls as sh-are-els
... Last night during my Top Gun searchin’ adventure, I’ve found some information that leads me to believe I’ve been duped. Apparently, Wolfman’s name in the movie was Henry Ruth but everywhere else you look you find Leonard Wolfe. I don’t know what to believe but I’m putting both names for the pairing but using Leonard for fics and we’re moving on
*Also, y’all are so sweet! We just went from 581 to 700 yesterday, I feel like it might be a glitch, but it doesn’t seem like it so we’re celebrating!
* 700+ follower celebratory post *
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You turn the tv off.
“We should go out.”
You look over at Charlotte with furrowed brows at the outlandish idea. “Out where? Anywhere we go you’ll be hit on and I just- I don’t want to go out.”
She sticks her bottom lip out making you feel bad. “Please?”
“No, Charls.” You look down at your outfit (if you could even call it that. Pajamas and a baggy shirt don’t normally do well for a night of drinking), “plus I’m not even ready and it’s too late.”
She lifts your watch, pulling it close to dramatize. “We have plenty of time to get ready and have a girl’s night. No guys. No talking or spending the night with anyone. Just us two.” She sees the hesitation spreading across your face. “Please? Darlin, we haven’t been out together in so long. I miss it.”
“I miss it too, babes but it’s- I-” You stupidly look back at her and throw your head back, sliding off the couch, letting out a quiet whine. “I hate you.”
She lets out a victory laugh. “Oh, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me,” she practically crawls across the couch, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pulling you back.
A slow chuckle escapes you. “Yeah, yeah. I’m amazing. I know.”
“Are you sure you haven’t been to base? You’re starting to sound an awful lot like them.”
“Oh,” you shove her off you. “Bite me, Charls.” You push yourself off the floor and walk down the hallway, entering your room.
“You even have their lame retorts too!”
“Suck a dick!”
“That’s better. They definitely wouldn’t say that.” She exits the living room, wandering towards the “guest” room even though you consider it her room since she uses it more than you do. She’s claimed the closet and dresser as hers, the math adds up, but she doesn’t want to hear it.
The two of you laugh as you work on getting ready for your girls’ night.
-
“Are you done yet, Darlin’?”
You put the cap back into your lipstick, “could you give me a minute? Geez, you’re worse than Jake.”
Your bedroom door opens, the clacking of her heels against the hardwood floor tells you she’s getting closer.
“How are you doing today? I wanted to ask earlier but I didn’t want to make you sad.”
You shrug, chucking your lipstick into your purse before checking your teeth making sure there are no marks. “I mean, it’s whatever. We weren’t going anywhere, it’s better to break it off now than wait until we were married or something.”
She nods, “that’s true but it doesn’t mean you’re going to be magically healed. You still have to grieve even if you aren’t affected by it.”
You rest your hands against the countertop, closing your eyes. “You’re right but,” a heavy sigh slips through your parted lips. “I just- I don’t want it to seem like I’m moving on to fast.” You turn around, leaning against the sink, “I don’t want it to seem like I’m moving on too soon.”
“It’s been six months since the breakup,” she points out. “Plus, he has a new girlfriend.”
“That’s true.”
“Come on. You deserve to have fun and let loose.” She stands beside you, nudging your arm with her elbow. “It’s time you leave this place and make some friends. Maybe even wake up in some stranger’s bed.”
You scoff, pushing yourself off the counter. “Oh my God. Charlotte Blackwood.”
She cackles, “don’t use my full name. I didn’t do nothing wrong.”
“You’re using your other head and you know it.”
Charlotte gasps, “how dare you! I’m doing no such thing.”
You hum, “and if that was the case you wouldn’t have slept with one of your students.”
“Sometimes I regret telling you everything.”
“But if you didn’t, life would be boring.”
“If that’s what you think.” The smile slips from your lips.
“No, no. Don’t start thinking now. We’re gonna finished getting you dolled up and then we’re gonna have a couple of drinks before we go to the nearest fast-food place and order too much so the employees can judge use at two in the morning.”
You shake your head and arms, getting rid of your nerves. “Okay,” you grab your purse. “We gotta leave now before I lose my cool.”
“They won’t know what hit them when we get there.”
“Sure. Yeah.”
“Oh no,” she shakes her head, pulling your arm. “We’re leaving and we’re leaving now.”
-
Charlotte walks through the doors and turns her head with a smile on her face, expecting to see you there only to see the bar. She sighs, turning around to grab you and haul you inside. “We’re having a girl’s night which means more than one female or else it’d be a sad night.”
“You’d find someone else to be your bed buddy.”
“If you continue to imply that I’m a whore...”
A smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth, “you’ll do what?”
She doesn’t respond and rushes towards the bar.
You follow after her with a little pep in your step.
Neither of you say anything after ordering your drinks.
-
Ron taps Tom’s shoulder, pointing over towards the two of you. “Hey, isn’t that Charlie?”
The man turns and a smirk slowly appears across his lips. “Why, Ron, I do believe it is.”
“Should we?”
“You mean, should we talk to the instructor that hothead Maverick decides to sleep with and break it off before things could get serious?”
“We are, aren’t we.”
“This is why you’re my RIO.” Tom walks ahead while Ron shakes his head, slightly wishing he never said anything but then thinks about what Pete’s reaction would be and all sensible thinking is thrown out the window.
He grabs Leonard and Rick by the back of their necks which intrigues Nick causing him to follow.
-
“Hello,” the one with frosted tips starts.
“If we knew all the instructors were this pretty, we would have tried harder to get in,” the one with the cowboy hat says.
You glance over to Charlie, who lowers her head. You want to ask her what’s wrong until you realize who they are. “Oh.”
She turns her head, forehead still resting on her arm. “You see what I’m dealing with.”
You chuckle, “oh, yeah.”
The one with the mustache busts through the line of guys. “Charles. Charlie. The Charmer. The C-dog beneath Mave’s wings, how are you?”
You cover your mouth to hide your snickers.
He turns towards you, “you like that, huh?”
“God, no.” You shake your head, “that was terrible, but you were so confident while doing it.”
He rubs the back of his neck, “uh- thanks. I think?”
“You have a wife, Mother Goose. Move it,” the tall one next to frosted tips sneers at him.
Mother Goose puffs out his chest, “don’t you talk about her, Slippery Slide.”
You stare at the two with your jaw close to the ground. “You’re married?” Your head snaps towards Charlotte’s. “He’s married.”
She nods, “I’m afraid so. Oh, and they have a child.”
“Well, bless their hearts.”
“We’ve never met before, but I find that to be very rude.”
“If you heard the way you talked out loud, you’d be thinking the same as me.”
The others chuckle.
“But,” you draw out. “You pull it off well so, I can see why you’re lucky to call yourself a married man.”
A boyish grins tugs at his lips, “thank you, miss.”
You pull Charlotte along with you towards a table, wanting to get away from the guys before they try to see either of you without any clothes on.
If only the drinking gods were listening.
-
Mother Goose shoves the one in the hat, who then trips over people’s feet; his arms flailing in the air as he tries to balance himself only to fail and fall at your feet.
He reaches up making sure his hats still on his head (it is). His eyes stop on a pair of decently worn-out sneakers, his eyes keep moving up until he spots your tilted head.
He swears you’re an angel sent to him and it’s only because of his lucky (and only) hat.
There’s a pretty smile dancing across your lips as you put your hand out to help him up.
The dopey expression on his face makes the others shake their heads.
“I told you to watch your step.”
You turn to look at him. “Mother Goose, was it?”
He shakes his head, “just Goose.”
He smiles, acting like he didn’t do anything wrong.
“Got it,” you nod, pretending to that correction into consideration. “Listen here, shit head Goose-”
He stares at you offended at your “nickname” for him with one hand on his chest, mouth agape.
“You should learn to not be mean and trip your fellow classmates. These guys here are the ones that watch your back. Pilot, RIO, WSO, whatever your title and/ or occupation may be because one day you’re gonna prank the wrong person and then you’ll be screwed.”
“Rude,” he mutters.
“Am I wrong?”
He hesitates to answer. “No.”
“Exactly.”
-
Leonard leans over to Rick, “I think I’m getting a hard-on.”
His buddy scoffs, jerk his arm with his elbow, “don’t tease me.”
-
“I have to go make a call.”
“Bye bye, Goose!” You shout, waving your arm erratically like an insane person. Nick smiles and returns the wave.
“Bye, mean, crazy lady!”
Charlotte bumps your arm, staring at you with a raised brow.
You give her a smile in return.
She shakes her head. This is exactly why she never brought you to base.
-
“What now?” Rick asks Leonard with an annoyed tone.
“I will give you a crinkly, crisp ten-dollar bill, if you get the slippery combo out of here.”
“Sixty and we’ll leave the bar.”
“Why are you ruining my chances at finding love? Be honest with me. What did I do to you?”
His buddy rolls his eyes, “if I’m taking muscles and frosted tips with me, I’m gonna need something to pay off the tab you created.”
He sighs, “alright, fine.” He slaps the cash into Rick’s hand.
“Run along now.”
The man with the cash walks behind the two, pulling them over to the side. “Follow me if you want to save yourself.”
Tom and Ron give each other a questioning look; they look back to see Wolfman trying to use his classic go to moves, they follow Hollywood without any more convincing.
-
“So,” he starts off. “Would you like to have babies sometime?”
Yours and Charlotte’s widen, she snorts her drink out her nose and leaves to clean herself up in the restroom while you pat your chest and cough.
Your throats a little scratchy from the saliva and spontaneous coughing fit. You take a sip of your drink. “What?”
He winces, lowering his hat. “Sorry, I was uh- I was trying to say something nice but then I- well, I said that. If you want to leave, I wouldn’t blame you.”
Once you manage to catch your breath, the corner of your lips tugs upwards. “I think I’d rather stay here and talk to you. You can certainly keep a girl on her toes.”
He lifts his hat off his brow, staring at you through his lashes. “Well, if that’s what you want, I’d be happy to make that happen.”
You lean closer, “let’s get a booth.”
He nods, “okay.”
You two spend the rest of the night talking, sadly leaving Charlotte alone but luckily, she was able to talk to the other guys who made their way to you two earlier.
-
She glances over at you, happy to see you finally enjoying yourself even if it is with one of her students.
She may not approve of his language at times, more so one specific comment but still happy that you’ve found yourself someone who can make you smile and give you more Jake ever did.
She realizes now you have a legit excuse to come to base. This isn’t going to be good for her.
Tom chuckles, seemingly realizing what’s going on in the instructor’s head.
“Don’t say anything.”
“I won’t,” he says in between his breathless chuckles. “You can count on that.”
“Oh God,” Rick adds.
Ron furrows his brows, “what’s wrong with you?”
“That horny knuckle head just got himself a girl. I’m never gonna hear the end of it.”
The two friends chuckle at the twos expense.
“Ah, but just think Hollywood,” Ron starts. “If he annoys you, you can send him to her so she can deal with it.”
“Unless she’s not home,” Charlotte adds. “I’ve been trying to get her out of the house for the past few months and today was success.”
“Break up?” asks Tom.
The instructor narrows her eyes at him, confused at his sudden interest in potential gossip. “Why do you want to know?”
He shrugs, pretending to be innocent. “I- he’s- I gotta know what’s going on with my fellow classmates when we’re in the air,” he sputters to say, being quick on his feet.
“Mm-hmm. It was a mutual break up, if you must know.”
-
“What made you want to come out here tonight… you know now that I think about it. I still haven’t asked you for your name.”
He opens his mouth to respond when you place your finger over his lips, shutting him up for a second.
“And don’t say your call sign. I want to know your real name first at least.”
He nods, removing your hand. “Leonard, the name’s Leonard Wolfe and you better remember it, darlin’. My call sign’s Wolfman.”
“How’d you know my nickname?”
“What?”
“My nickname. You- did you seriously not know?” You ask with a giggle.
“You’re joking.”
“No, it’s practically my name at this point but that’s my nickname. I’ve had it since I was a little girl.”
He sets his arm on the back of the booth behind you, scooting closer. “Well then, I’d say it’s a good thing that I met you.”
“Someone’s cocky.”
“It’s all part of my charm.”
You fix his crooked collar. “I see and,” your look into his eyes, distracting him. “If either one of us, no one in particular, wants to continue this. Does that mean this… so called charm is code for your cocky all the time?”
“I am offended at that-”
It’s a blur.
Once his vision clears and he sees what you’ve done. He raises a brow, “you realize what that means right?”
You lean in, staring at his lips for a little too long (and a little too obviously). “Do you realize what this means?”
His brows knit together in confusion, “now I’m confused.”
“Well, let me clear this up for you. I’m wearing your hat.”
He nods.
“I plan on seeing you again. We’ll go back to your place because- well, I’m not talking to Charls about this tonight. And I wanted to see how cute I’d look in this.”
He focuses on that for a moment, the hand on the back of the booth cups your cheek, his breath fans against your ear. “You’d look better if you had nothing on except for my hat.”
Before you can respond he’s on you faster than a surfer trying to catch a wave.
A muffled surprised yelp escapes you until you two slowly get in the groove with kissing one another.
The whistling and hollering breaks you two out of it.
He sighs, glancing over his shoulder at the assholes who’ve ruined his night.
Charlotte shakes her head at you.
He throws his head back, resting against the seat of the booth.
“Did you drive here?”
“Yeah.”
“You want to head out and grab something to eat?”
“You really are an angel, Darlin’.”
“You’re just saying that.”
He shakes his head, “believe me when I say it. You are an angel and I’m taking you out tonight and the next night then the night after that.”
“So, you’ll be keeping me out past my bedtime.”
“You won’t be getting much sleep in the first place.” He slips out of the booth, yanking you with him.
“Woah! Slow down there, Dogboy.”
“We’ve got places to go and beds to not sleep in. There is no rest!”
You throw your head back and laugh. “Oh, wait- wait!”
“What?”
“Just give me one second.” You turn and wave your arm like a crazy woman, “bye, Charls!”
-
She scrunches her neck, not looking up from the table.
“You should say by to your friend before she gets the whole bar involved,” Tom advises.
“Shut up.”
Nick takes the initiative and waves with the same enthusiasm. “Bye, mean lady!”
“Bye Mother Goose!”
“Damn,” he mumbles.
“Bye, She wolf!” Ron, Rick, and Tim wave at you.
-
That happy smile doesn’t slip from your lips as you two exit the bar.
“Aw.”
“What’s wrong?” Leonard asks you.
“I was expecting your ride to be a horse,” you joke.
He growls, pulling you closer by your waist. “You keep joking like that and I’ll give you something ride.”
You peck his lips with a happy smile dancing across your lips, “keep that promise for later. I’m famished.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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Can we Please Re-Open the Petergate?
Ever since learning about Petergate in its entirety, it has been breaking my brain. There’s obviously something incredibly important happening here, enough so that it has to be hidden until the final season of the season.
For those not in the know, Sam Owens has / had a son named Peter that was first name dropped in Season 4. For some reason, the military wants his old schoolwork as evidence in the investigation of the Chrissy murder in Hawkins.
We also pretty much know that Peter is dead. The way Owens acts around Will in Season 2 as the only scientist who is actually determined to save his life, and the implications he makes that he understands the plight of Joyce both heavily imply he has lost a child. This also adds a layer to the whole ‘taking away your son’s precious school projects’ if that son is dead and those are some of the only memories you have left.
Okay so: Sam Owens lost a child, which explains his character motivations in the show. But it’s not quite interesting just ending it there, is it? And why leave this to be seemingly be a reveal in the fifth season where we already have so much else to take care of? Would Sam Owens’ son dying really be that impactful towards the narrative? Would that warrant the copious amounts of references (at least seven just in season 4) to Peter that exist within the show and are still coming out even in recent ST5 BTS pictures?
Something about Peter Owens has to be crucial information in the fight against Vecna.
Let us also remember that those military agents took Peter Owens’ schoolwork as some kind of evidence in relation to the Henry Creel murders, and it was important enough to highlight to the audience.
Let’s go over some facts:
1) Sam Owens has a house in Ruth, Nevada where he lives with his wife. Population irl of only a few hundred people.
2) Henry Creel lived in Rachel Nevada which uh didn’t exist in the 50s during his childhood where he encountered:
3) The Nevada Experiment. Henry happens upon related equipment and is briefly transported into Dimension X before coming back with powers and an altered personality.
4) In TFS, Henry is mentioned to have put a classmate from Nevada in a wheelchair following the events of his trip to Dimension X.
5) Henry was in the care of different doctors before he met Dr. Brenner and moved to Hawkins.
We curiously get no more explanation on this matter; whatever happened in Nevada is probably some of the most crucial information and is thus saved for Season 5. We’ve already gotten most answers that are relevant to Henry’s backstory in Hawkins… but not for Nevada.
Some of the major questions for S5 include:
1) What is Dimension X?
2) What is the actual origin of the Mindflayer and is it an independent sentient being?
3) How did Henry develop powers while in Dimension X?
4) What was the Nevada Experiment and the original Project Rainbow?
Since the military took Peter Owens’ schoolwork as evidence… it means Peter is at least connected in some way to this mystery, if not directly to Henry and probably implies the two knew each-other and were even classmates who worked on projects together.
Here’s the basis of what I propose (to be expanded upon later of course):
Henry and Peter were classmates in their youth fairly likely at this point. Henry and Peter were working together on a project that had them investigating the Nevada cave system. Or perhaps something relating to Area 51 / secret US government stuff. The project has to be relevant evidence since the military took it. This is what led to Henry stumbling upon the dimensional equipment in the cave that transported him to Dimension X.
My question is - what if Peter was also involved in Henry’s disappearance? Maybe he disappeared with him, and this was covered up by the government. Or he was simply exposed to the event but didn’t get transported with Henry, just became severely ill because of this Dimension X virus, and died as a result.
Or maybe Peter was meant to disappear as part of Brenner’s Project Nevada experiment. They didn’t plan for Henry to be there as well, and sure didn’t plan for him to be taken. The whole “rogue staff member stealing the equipment and hiding it inside a cave where Henry just happens upon it I guess” has been weird for a while. Maybe Peter was actually older and involved with P. Nevada, and he was the rogue staff member who hid the equipment? But then how did Henry conveniently get there and why was the schoolwork taken.
I don’t want to make this post too long; but something about this gives me major Will and El parallels in a way I can’t really illustrate quite yet. Boy gets taken under suspicious circumstances that could imply HNL meddling, but this time the supernatural kid is able to save him and bring him back. Owens becomes interested by this and comes to study Will in S2.
Owens also mentions that he has risked his family’s lives for the sake of their research, which I feel is relevant here. He’s talking about the current day NINA Project… but it could of course be a reference to the fact that this happened before, and ended in tragedy.
So wow, that got long! I didn’t even get to mention the Fringe parallels that people have brought up. This is just going to be Part 1 into my investigation of Petergate.
There’s so much promise in this potential storyline that I think really needs to get investigated, so I hope this interested people regardless of whether or not they’ve already come across Petergate. The fact that Henry’s time in Nevada is such a major gap in his backstory really fascinates me as to what they’re hiding from us.
#henry creel#sam owens#martin brenner#petergate#stranger things#peter owens#will byers#<- by extension. I think he is involved somehow
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Duckie
Chapter 5
pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x twin sister!reader; (eventual) jake ‘hangman’ seresin x bradshaw!reader
characters: y/n bradshaw, nick bradshaw, bradley bradshaw, penny benjamin, amelia benjamin, tom kazansky, sarah kanzasky, ron kerner, henry ruth, rick neven, kendall adams
word count: ~2.9k
warnings: fluffy, angsty, being a single mom, crying, grief, letting go of grief, fear of forgetting, canon character deaths, i believe that’s it
a/n: i’m sorry.... and i’m going to be entirely honest with you guys, i don’t know when the angst will end
series summary: daughter of goose and carole and twin sister to bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, y/n bradshaw also got her papers pulled when she tried to enlist in the Navy. which turned out to not be as bad as she thought.
chapter summary: lil nick is now one! but it brings a lot of the feelings to the surface for duckie.
ch. 1 ch. 2 ch. 3 ch. 4 ch. 6
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(23 and 1)
It was Nick's first birthday party.
His birthday had actually been Monday, but you couldn't put together a party on a weekday. So instead you planned it to be on the Saturday afterwards.
After getting Nick dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, along with a pair of little boots, you got dressed yourself. Penny had gotten you a shirt that said 'boy mom', so you put that on along with a pair of leggings and sneakers.
You pick up Nick and walk out to your car. "Alright, Nicky boy, let's go see everyone. Are you excited?" Nick clapped and made noises of excitement. You smiled and kissed the top of his head, "Good, me too."
The drive to the Hard Deck wasn't long, and when you got there, you were a little surprised at the turn out.
The parking lot had a good amount of cars in it; some you recognized, others you didn't. Like Penny's car, the Kazansky's, and a few others but that was it.
You got Nick out of his carseat and went inside. "Come on, bubba."
When you walked in, everyone turned to greet you.
After you made some quick small talk with a promise to catch up later, Ice came up to you and took Nick from you. "Hi birthday boy." He placed a kiss on his cheek before kissing your temple, "Hi, honey." "Hey Uncle Ice."
You looked around seeing all the decorations.
There were black, yellow, and white balloons, some of the white ones had smiley faces on them. The table cloths were black, the plates were yellow smiley faces, and the cups were white. Two walls had been designated for photos; one said 'one happy dude' and the other just had a smiley face.
"Guys, this is so cute. Thank you for doing this." Penny smiled, bouncing a two year old Amelia on her hip, "Of course, Sweetheart. Do you wanna see the cake?" Amelia looked at her mom, "Cake?" "Yes cake, Ames." "Wan' cake." "And you'll get cake, you just have to wait okay?" "Otay." Penny passed Amelia to Sarah and took you back to the kitchen.
When you got in there, someone was leaning on the counter.
It took you .05 seconds to recognize him. "Bradley!" You ran to him and hugged him tightly.
"Hey, Duck," he hugged you back, picking you up a little bit. "Where's my nephew?" You pointed to the door, "Ice has him." He smiled and pecked your temple, "I need to go see the birthday boy."
Penny walked to the fridge and pulled out a yellow smash cake. “We decided to keep it simple. I hope that’s okay.” You nodded, “It’s perfect. Simple is really good, considering that kid destroys everything. I’d hate for a lot of work to go into a cake just for it to get ruined.”
She pulled out another cake, this one rectangular with smiley faces, “This one is for the guests. And I made some lemon cookies.” You hugged her, sighing a little, “Thank you, Penny. Really, thank you.” She tightened the hug, “Of course.”
Bradley reappeared in the kitchen, “Hey, there are some people here you need to come see.” Your brow pinched together, you had already seen everyone, “Who?” His smile widened, “Just come see.”
You casted a confused glance at Penny who just shrugged.
You followed Bradley out and over towards where Ice was. He was surrounded by other men his age and they were all just talking as Nick played with a toy.
When he noticed you, Nick made a little grunt noise and held his arms out for you. But you weren’t close enough. So, when you took too long to get to him, he made another noise of displeasure and this time he caught Ice’s attention.
“Hey, what’s wrong little man?” Another grunt and he dropped the toy. “What do you-” Ice turned his head to see you, “Oh, I see what you need.” You got there and Ice passed Nick to you. “You just saw your mama.”
One of the men in the group spoke up, “Duckie?”
You looked up at him, bouncing Nick and pulling his little hand away from your necklace. “That’s me.” By the time the words left your mouth, you recognized him. “Slider?” “The one and only. Wolfman and Hollywood are here too.” They both smiled at you.
“Wow, it’s been a while,” you gave them side hugs. “I’ll say. The last time we saw you and Bradley, it was your 16th birthday,” Wolfman said as he squeezed your shoulder. “Now you’re a college grad with a one year old and Bradley’s a pilot,” Slider said, wrapping his arm around Bradley’s neck to give him a noogie.
Bradley laughed and shoved the tall man away, “Alright, alright. Watch the hair, watch the hair.”
Wolfman crossed his arms, “You know, I’m surprised you-” He stopped talking when he saw Ice shaking his head behind you and Bradley. Bradley raised a brow, “Surprised I what, Wolf?” “That-that uh, you grew a mustache! I mean you tried once in high school but you shaved it when your girlfriend said it looked bad. But I mean look at it now, it looks so natural and you look a lot like your dad.”
Your brother nodded, “Thanks Wolf.”
You and Bradley walked away to mingle with other guests. And Ice looked at the three in front of him.
He gestured with his finger, “You guys can’t say anything.” “What do you mean, Ice?” Hollywood asked. “I mean-” Ice glanced around before stepping closer and lowering his voice.
“I mean, they don’t know Carole never wanted them in the air.” Slider’s brows pinched in confusion, “They don’t know? Then why isn’t Y/N a pilot?” “Maverick pulled their applications to the Academy.” “Why would Maverick do that?”
Ice put his hands on his hips, “Because Carole asked him too and he wasn’t sure they were ready for it…” “And they don’t know that’s the reason?” “No, and it’s not our job to tell them. So zip it!”
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After talking more with your guests and opening gifts, it was time for cake.
You grabbed a microphone and addressed everyone. “Hey, everyone! Hi. Before Nick destroys this cake, I just want to thank all of you for coming out. I know Nicky is just loving the attention, so without further ado, let’s have some cake!”
Bradley set the cake in front of your son and Nick’s eyes went wide and you could see amusement flicker in them. He clapped his hands and giggled.
You pass the mic to Penny and walk over to your son’s high chair. “Okay, bubba, dig in.” Nick grinned and immediately started to plunge his tiny fists into the dessert.
Everyone cheered as the cake and frosting smeared on the tray and on Nick’s face.
You laughed as you watched your son draw in the frosting with his fingers. You smiled and messed with the blond hair on top of his head, “I’m so glad I changed your shirt.”
He turned to you and grinned, cooing as if he understood you. He held out a tiny fistful of cake towards you. “Is that cake good buddy?” He cooed again and waved his fist. You got a little closer and Nick pushed the cake against your lips.
Everyone laughed and you pulled back surprised. You laughed and licked the icing off your lips. You smiled and kissed his cheek, “Thank you Nicky.” He laughed and clapped his hands before taking another fistful and pushing it into Bradley’s mustache.
“Okay everyone, who’s ready for cake?” Penny announced as she started to cut the guests' cake. Everyone got up except for you and Bradley, Ice was going to grab a piece for both of you.
Nick kept eating his cake and occasionally offering you or Bradley a fistful. You smiled and kept playing with your son's hair.
But despite your valiant efforts, Bradley could see the pain you were trying to hide in that moment. He knew you better than anyone, so he saw behind the curtain. He could tell you were holding back tears.
He watched your eyes finally gloss over when you made eye contact with your son. Nick grinned and cooed innocently at you and your lip trembled as you smiled back.
You sniffled, but kept your smile as you swiped a thumb over the apple of Nick’s cheek. “Oh Nicky, I wish your daddy was here.” You tried to say something else but your throat burned with tears.
You cleared your throat and looked at your brother, who was pretending he wasn’t watching you. “Hey, I’m gonna step outside. It’s getting a little stuffy, I’ll be right back.” You got up and went to the back deck.
Bradley looked after you with sympathetic eyes before moving his gaze back to Nick.
“Rooster, here’s your cake,” Ice said, holding out the plate. “Thank you, Ice.” “Where’s Y/N?” Bradley gestured outside, “She’s outside.” “Oh, I’ll just take this out to her.” Bradley reached out and touched Tom’s arm, stopping him.
Ice looked at Bradley, and just knew; Mav had given him that look before when it came to Carole.
He nodded and just sat the piece down, patting Bradley on the shoulder before walking away.
*****
Bradley gave you a few minutes before going outside after you.
He grabbed the slice of cake and got Penny’s attention. “Hey, Pen, can you watch Nick for a minute?” “Yeah of course.” “Thank you.”
He stepped out the backdoor.
You had moved from the railing to be curled up in a deck chair. Your eyes were distant but he could see you trying to pull yourself together.
He walked over and sat by your feet. “Hey Duckie.” You didn’t say anything, but your eyes flicked over to him. He sat the cake down, “I brought you a slice.” When you still didn’t respond, he turned to you.
“What goin’ on, Duckie?” You swallowed and picked at your nails, “I don’t know, Brad. I was doing so good…” “Y/N, you’re gonna have your days. That’s okay.” You looked at him.
“It’s my son’s birthday party, today is not the day.” You started to cry again.
“I don’t know what to do Bradley… This is a lot harder than I thought it would be,” you looked at your hands in your lap. “No one ever said it was gonna be easy. Grief is messy and unpredictable,” he grabbed your hands. “It’s been two years, Bradley. I thought I’d be better…” “Y/N-”
You interrupted him to voice what was plaguing your mind. “Bradley, Nick is one and he will never get to know his father. At least we got to meet Dad and know how much he loved us. But Nick will never get to know that and it hurts.”
You pulled your hands from his to wipe your eyes. “It hurts so much. And I don’t know how to make it stop.”
Bradley doesn’t know what to do, this is not his level of expertise. All he knows is that something as simple as a few words won’t fix this.
“Y/N, there’s not a lot I can say to make this feeling go away.” “I know, I’ve just been keeping this in for too long. Thank you for listening.” You hugged him and he hugged you back.
He decided to say the only thing he could think of. “You’re doing a great job. Nick has the best mom in the world.” You sniffled and pulled back, “Really? Cause I don’t feel like it…” “Yes, really.” He smiled at you and hugged you again.
****
Inside, Penny and Ice watched from the window..
Penny had just cleaned Nick up and changed him into the outfit he showed up in.
“She’s having a hard time,” Ice observed, arms crossed over his chest. Penny sighed sadly, and opened her mouth but Nick had other plans.
“Mmmm! Mmmm!” He attempted while pointing to you with his little hand. “What was that Nicky?” “Mma..” He whimpered a little frustrated. “I think he’s trying to tell us something.”
Ice noticed tears in his little eyes as Nick flailed his arms again. “Yeah, he wants his mom.”
They shared a look and stepped outside.
****
The door opened and you and Bradley looked towards the door.
You quickly wiped your eyes when you saw Nick. “Oh hey guys, Nick okay?” “He’s okay, just wants-” Penny was cut off.
“Mama!”
Your jaw dropped and both you and Bradley stood up slowly. “Did-did he just?” “I think he did, Duckie.”
“Mama!”
Nick leaned toward you as he said it, making grabby hands at you.
You stepped forward and scooped him up and planted kisses all over his face, “Oh, Nicky baby! You just said your first word!” He giggled and said it again. You laughed and held him to you. “Oh my sweet boy!”
You sat down and held him to you, tears coming to your eyes for a whole new reason.
“We need to tell everyone!” Bradley said, just as excited his nephew said his first word. You waved him away, “Sure, but I need some time alone with my baby. I’ll be inside in a little bit.”
Bradley nodded, smiling as he placed a kiss on top of your head before going inside.
After a few minutes you went in and everyone fawned over Nick; and then about an hour later, people left.
****
You laid on the couch as Rooster slept in the chair and Nick had dozed off in his play pen.
Your eyelids began to feel heavy as you watched reruns of crime shows and soon you were asleep.
****
You sat on the couch, head on Kendall’s lap as you looked at the playpen where Nick had fallen asleep. Kendall played with your hair, humming a tune as he did so.
“I miss you,” you quietly said, turning your head back to look up at him. “I miss you so much.” Tears slipped from your eyes and Kendall wiped them away. “I know you do, sweet girl. I know. But you’re doing such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”
You sat up, “I wish you were here. To watch him grow and turn into a mini version of you.” You rested your head on his shoulder, “He said his first word today. Gosh, I’m so proud.”
He kissed the top of your head, “I know. I’m always watching. I’ll always be watching over you and Nick.” He stood up and took you with him.
He walked you over to the playpen, “I will be there. For every milestone, every step of the way. Maybe not physically, but I’m there. I’ll see it all.”
You nodded and wiped at your eyes. “I wish he knew how much you loved him before he was even here. I wish you got the chance to show him that. Bradley and I were lucky to know how much Dad loved us before he died.”
Kendall smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “They’re watching over you too, you know. Your parents. Your dad gushes over little Nicky every chance he gets and your mom, oh goodness your mom.” You both laugh. “She is so so proud of you and the woman that you’ve become.”
It was quiet for a few moments as you and Kendall watched your child sleep peacefully.
“You can let go, you know,” Kendall said out of nowhere.
You stepped back, confused, “What?” “You’re holding on, Y/N. It’s okay to let me go. You deserve to be happy.” You shook your head, “I can’t let you go Kendall.” “You’re hurting, Y/N. You’re suffering because of me. Getting past this-”
“No! I won’t!” You sank to the floor. “I can’t…” Kendall knelt beside you, “Why?” You looked up at him, “Because I’m afraid of forgetting you if I do…” “Sweetheart,” he wrapped his arms around you. You clung onto his shirt, “I don’t want to forget you.”
He rubbed your back, “Sweetheart, I want you to listen to me. Don’t say anything, just listen.” You nodded.
“Just because you let go of this feeling, this pain, doesn’t mean you’re letting go of me. Because I will always be yours, no matter what, I’m yours. But this pain, this grief, is not all that’s left of me.”
He tilted your chin up to look at him, “You have the product of our love just feet away from you. Our love will always be here-” He pointed towards Nick. “-and here.” He pointed at your heart.
Kendall kissed your forehead, “You won’t ever forget me. I don’t think it’ll be possible. Especially with our little boy over there.” You chuckled a little bit, smiling as your head fell to his chest.
“But you can’t let yourself stay in this cycle. It’s not good for you or Nick. And while grief is ugly and unpredictable, you can get past it. I know you can, because you’re just like your mother. So try to let go of the pain and hold on to the love.”
You nodded, understanding what he was saying. “It’ll be a long road, but you’ve got support. And don’t think that you can’t have bad days, but don’t try to go through them on your own. Okay, I hate seeing you cry.”
“I’ll try Ken.” He smiled and squeezed your arm, “I love you.” You gently kissed him, “I love you too.”
***********
lil nicky is one and said his first word!! and duckie and rooster got a special visit from some of their dad’s old classmates
duckie also got a special visit from her late love and got a little closure
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wolfman x reader where boys night out typically means talk of s/o is off limits but when he shows up more subdued then they’ve ever seen him that can’t help but ask what’s up
(can take in any direction you want, he wants to marry r, they’re pregnant and he’s freaked out, fight and breakup or even, he finds out r is a virgin and that’s not something he’s use to dealing with etc.)
Boys Night | Henry "Wolfman" Ruth x Reader
warnings: cheating, mentions of the TopGun '86 mission, the use of the term "burning in", near death, language.
Wolfman's presence was hard to miss when he would show up to boys night. Not only was the blonde WSO tall, but he had a bright smile and a loud laugh that usually let the squadron know that he was there, but tonight was different. For one, Wolfman didn't have his oh so famous stetson on his head, and that beautiful smile was missing.
"Alright, I know it's boys night," Goose said, setting his cards down and looking over at Wolfe, "But you're being weird and it's weirding me out."
"I'm not being weird, Bradshaw," Wolfman muttered.
"Aha! You are! You called me, 'Bradshaw'," Goose exclaimed.
"Well, that is your last name," Maverick, pointed out, "But for real, Wolfie, you are acting a bit strange. What's up? Issues with the Missus?"
The boys all let out a low whistle as they looked around at Wolfe, who sighed, setting his cards down in front of him. Boys night was off limits for significant others. There was no talk about the women that they went home to (or in Mav's case, went to go find). But occasionally, they broke the rules when it looked like one of them was going through it.
"Y/N, she's uh. . . she wants to get married," Wolfe said quietly.
Y/N had been one of the few girlfriends that had made the sacrifice to come out and see the TopGun pilots during their training. She had be come close friends with Carole and Sarah (Iceman's girlfriend). The three of them had become inseparable as they shared the common theme of being significant others of the pilots. They all leaned on each other when the pilots got whisked away to some mission in the Indian Ocean not long after graduation.
"Well damn! That's huge!" Goose smiled, and patted Wolfman's back, but the RIO shook his head, "It's not?"
"Remember that last mission, after graduation?"
How could any of them forget? Hollywood and Wolfman had been shot out of the sky, their plane breaking into pieces as they hurdled towards the endless sea. Ice and Slider had to fight off four MiGs by themselves until Maverick came to their rescue and shot down three MiGs, making him the only active duty pilot with three confirmed air kills. It was a mission for the history books.
"I cheated on her," Wolfman said quietly, "It was dumb and stupid and I was. . . I didn't think I'd ever live to see her again. I mean, I felt the fucking jet broke apart with us still in it. I wasn't thinking and-"
"Does she know?" Iceman asked and Wolfe shook his head, "You need to tell her."
"I tried," Wolfman said, "I really did, but I couldn't so. . . I just packed my bags and left. Left her a note with an apology."
Wolfman could only imagine the scene playing out at his apartment right now. It was around 8:30 at night, so Y/N was just getting home from her girls night with Carole, Sarah, and Bradley. She had probably already noticed that his boots were missing from their usual spot by the front door, which would prompt her to call out his name. She would then walk to the kitchen and see that his cookbooks were gone, as well as the picture of him and Hollywood. She would then see the note, written on a yellow notebook pad.
"You son of a bitch Leonard!"
She would probably curse, as she would run up to see that his side of the closet had been ransacked, his drawers were empty, and a ring box was sitting on the side of the bed.
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character list
the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them
Hamilton
Eliza Schuyler
Angelica Schuyler
Peggy Schuyler
Maria Reynolds
Alexander Hamilton
John Laurens
Philip Hamilton
Lafayette
Hercules Mulligan
James Madison
Thomas Jefferson
Aaron Burr
Umbrella Academy
Viktor Hargreeves
Diego Hargreeves
Klaus Hargreeves
Allison Hargreeves
Luther Hargreeves
Five Hargreeves
Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)
Sloane Hargreeves
Jayme Hargreeves
Stranger Things
Will Byers (non female readers only)
Mike Wheeler
Lucas Sinclair
Dustin Henderson
Eleven Hopper
Max Mayfield
Robin Buckley (non male readers only)
Nancy Wheeler
Jonathan Byers
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
21 Chump Street
Justin Laboy
The Goldfinch
Boris Pavlikovsky
Theodore Decker
Marvel
Peter Parker (any actor)
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Makkari
Sersi
Sprite (platonic only)
Steven Grant
Marc Spector
Layla El-Faouly
America Chavez (non male readers only)
Kate Bishop
Yelena Belova (platonic only)
Shuri
Namor
Riri Williams
X-Men
Mystique
Kitty Pryde
Peter Maximoff
Rogue
In The Heights (movie version)
Usnavi de la Vega
Vanessa
Nina Rosario
Benny
Sonny de la Vega
Heathers
Veronica Sawyer
JD (Jason Dean)
Heather Chandler
Heather McNamara
Heather Duke
John Doe
John Doe
Ride The Cyclone
Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)
Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg
Mischa Bachinski
Constance Blackwood
Ricky Potts
Hatchetfieldverse
Paul Matthews
Emma Perkins
Ted Spankoffski
Bill Woodard
Ruth Fleming
Pete Spankoffski
Richie Lipschitz
Max Jagerman
Grace Chasity
Lex Foster
Ethan Green
Hannah Foster (platonic only)
Heartstopper
Charlie Spring (non female readers only)
Nick Nelson
Tara Jones (non male readers only)
Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)
Elle Argent
Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))
Tori Spring
Imogen Heaney
Isaac Henderson (platonic only)
Do Revenge
Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)
Drea Torres
Deadpool
Wade Wilson/Deadpool
Wednesday
Wednesday Addams
Enid Sinclair
Bianca Barclay
Xavier Thorpe
Ajax Petropolus
Eugene Otinger
(young) Morticia Addams
(young) Gomez Addams
Beetlejuice
Lydia Deetz
Tomorrow When The War Began
Ellie Linton
Lee Takkam
Fiona Maxwell
Homer Yannos
Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse
Miles Morales
Gwen Stacy
Pavitr Prabhakar
Hobie Brown
Margo Kess
Miles G Morales (earth 42)
Miguel O’Hara
Maze Runner
Thomas
Newt (non female readers only)
The Broken Hearts Gallery
Lucy Gulliver
Nadine (non male readers only)
Nick Danielson
Treasure Planet
Jim Hawkins
Enola Holmes
Enola Holmes
Lord Tewkesbury
Turning Red
Mei Mei
Miriam
Abby
Priya
Raising Dion
Nicole Warren
Tevin Wakefield
Dion Warren (platonic only)
Julie and the Phantoms
Julie Molina
Luke Patterson
Reggie Peters
Alex Mercer (non female readers only)
Flynn
Carrie
Abbott Elementary
Janine Teagues
Jacob Hill (non female readers only)
Gregory Eddie
Brooklyn Nine-Nine
Jake Peralta
Amy Santiago
Rosa Diaz
Love Victor
Victor Salazar (non female readers only)
Benji (non female readers only)
Felix Weston
Pilar Salazar
Lake Meriwether
Lucy
Mia Brooks
Andrew
In Treatment
Eladio
Laila
Spree
Kurt Kunkle
Once Upon a Time
Emma Swan
Regina Mills
Killian Jones
Mary Margaret Blanchard
David Nolan
Henry Mills
Mulan (non male readers only)
Graham
Neal Cassidy
Peter Pan
Jefferson
Dash and Lily
Dash
Lily
Boomer
Juno
Juno MacGuff
Paulie Bleeker
Summer Days Summer Nights
Debbie Espinoza
Frankie Espinoza
Scream (1 through 6)
Sidney Prescott
Billy Loomis
Mickey Altieri
Roman Bridger
Jill Roberts
Charlie Walker
Sam Carpenter
Tara Carpenter
Amber Freeman
Chad Meeks-Martin
Mindy Meeks-Martin
Quinn Bailey
Venom
Eddie Brock
Honest Thief
Ramon Hall
Beth Hall
Wild Child
Poppy Moore
Kate
Drippy
Freddie Kingsley
Monsters and Men
Manny Ortega
Marisol Ortega
Ghostbusters: Afterlife
Trevor Spengler
Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)
Error 143
Micah Yujin
Community
Abed Nadir
Troy Barnes
Annie Edison
Jeff Winger
Britta Perry
The Obession
Logan
Delilah
The New Girl
Lia Setiawan
Stacey Hoffman
Mythic Quest
Poppy Li
Brad Bakshi
Adventure Time
Finn
Princess Bubblegum
Marceline
Marshall Lee
Prince Bubblegum
Flame Princess
School Spirits
Madison
Simon
Charley (non female readers only)
Wally
Rhonda
Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves
Simon Aumar
Disventure Camp
Aiden (non fem readers only)
James (non fem readers only)
Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies
Jane Facciano
Olivia Valdovinos
Nancy Nakagawa
Cynthia Zdunowski
Richie Valdovinos
Ted Lasso
Ted Lasso
Roy Kent
Jamie Tartt
Keeley Jones
Sam Obisanya
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts
Noah Diaz
Elena Wallace
Mirage
Helluva Boss
Blitzø
Stolas (non female readers only)
Loona
Millie
Moxxie
Octavia
Verosika Mayday
Fizzarolli
Asmodeus
Hazbin Hotel
Charlie Morningstar
Vaggie (non male readers only)
Angel Dust (non female readers only)
Husk
Alastor (platonic only)
Vox
Lucifer
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)
Donnie
Mikey
Raph
Leo
April
The After Party
Yasper Lennov
Space Force
Tony Scarapiducci
Renfield
Teddy Lobo
Robert Montague Renfield
Undercovers
Bill Hoyt
Amazing Digital Circus
Jax
Parks and Recreation
Leslie Knope
Ben Wyatt
April Ludgate
Andy Dwyer
Jean-Ralphio Saperstein
Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja
Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)
The Earliest Show
Josh Bath
House of Lies
Clyde Oberholt
Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)
Cady Heron
Regina George
Gretchen Wieners
Karen Smith/Shetty
Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)
Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)
Warm Bodies
R
Peep World
Nathan Meyerwitz
Your Boyfriend
Peter Dunbar
#froggywritesstuff#tgwdlm x reader#John doe x reader#Heartstopper x reader#do revenge x reader#Deadpool x reader#Wednesday x reader#tomorrow when the war began x reader#treasure Planet X reader#Enola Holmes x reader#love Victor x reader#in treatment x reader#kurt kunkle x reader#once upon a time x reader#dash and Lily x reader#summer days summer nights x reader#venom x reader#honest theif x reader#Ghostbusters Afterlife x reader#Micah Yujin x reader#the obsession x reader#Simon Aumar x reader#rottmnt x reader#ben schwartz x reader#teddy lobo x reader#mean girls#Warm bodies#adventure time#mythic quest#your boyfriend
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Shake My Nerves, Rattle My Brain
Chapter Three: Below The Hard Deck
Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Tom "Iceman" Kazansky
Chapter Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Dick "Jester" Hetherly, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Henry "Wolfman" Ruth, Mike "Viper" Metcalf
Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI
Tags: Angst, explicit language, sexual tension, pining, suggestive sexual thoughts, military talk, and I think that's it.
Word Count: 1,5k
Beta: @winecatsandpizza
Title Card: Yours Truly
Maverick makes it just in time to begin his preflight checklist with Goose, who keeps questioning him about Iceman despite trying to focus.
"I told you, Nick. Nothing happened. He's just trying to intimidate me, probably because he feels threatened, and I honestly don't care that much."
Way to lie through your fucking teeth, Mav.
He busies himself with switching on the ground power, external air, and O2 switches, and even though he can't see his RIO, he knows he's giving him a 'this conversation isn't over' look.
Whatever. At least he has time to think of a more convincing lie because there's no way in hell he's telling anyone about his feelings for Tom. Not even Goose because he knows as soon as he does there's only a matter of time before he tells his wife and then it'll spread around Miramar faster than he can hit Mach-2. He loves them, but honestly, they're not the greatest at keeping secrets.
Once they're in the air he feels a weight being lifted off his chest. This is where he feels most at home and what better way to prove himself than to be the first one to get a missile lock on Jester? Maybe he'd get lucky and be the only one.
"I got him! I got him! He's on our tail, coming hard!"
Goose swivels his head left and right to try and gauge Jester's position and Maverick feels himself finally able to focus. He clears his mind of everything else and increases his speed, banking hard right.
He sets his eyes on the mountain range ahead of him and begins to foil a plan.
"All right, talk to me, Goose."
"He's still back there! He's closing in on us. He's closing fast!"
Maverick turns the nose of his plane towards the rock face. He feels the adrenaline course through him as he anticipates the upcoming tone from his instructor's craft.
"C'mon Jester. Let's see if I can give you a run for your money here."
He lowers his altitude slightly and Goose's eyes widen as he points to a nearby peak.
"Watch the mountains!"
Maverick regains the height he previously had and veers left.
"I still got him. He's still back there. C'mon, Mav. Do some of that pilot shit!"
"Yeah, I got him."
As soon as those words leave his mouth he hears the telltale sound of the target lock beeping in his comms.
"Goose, I've had about enough of this shit. I'm gonna hit the brakes and he'll fly right by."
Maverick activates the air break while simultaneously pulling back on the stick hard enough to pull the nose of his plane nearly vertical. Once he's above Jester he disengages the brakes and steadies his F-14 so it's positioned directly behind his instructor.
"Let's see what you've got now, Jester!"
Almost immediately, Jester begins a steady climb to try and use the sun as a shield, but Maverick anticipates this. It's what he would have done after all.
"He's going vertical, so am I."
"We're going ballistic, Mav. Go get him!"
Jester banks hard left and decreases his altitude and Maverick's hot on his tail. There's no way he's losing this opportunity while he has it in his sights.
"He's going for the hard deck," Goose states. "Let's get down there first and nail him, Mav."
"No way, Jester. You're mine."
Maverick tilts his plane in a nose dive, chasing his instructor with laser focus. He flicks on his target lock and moves it until he hears the solid beep he's been waiting for since he took off.
"I got you now. Whoo! Jester's dead!"
Mav takes his time reorganizing his locker because Ice's is directly behind his and under no circumstances is he going to get caught staring at him whenever he comes in. There's too many witnesses, not to mention he's barely able to control himself as it is.
Goose is still celebrating their win, bragging about it to the others as they dry off from their showers.
"Yee-haw! Jester's dead!"
Wolfman shakes Goose's hand and lays back on the bench, "You won?! That's bullshit."
"Didn't everybody?" Goose retorts.
"Hell no, man. We got our butts kicked!"
Slider rounds the corner with Ice stating that they also managed to get a missile lock on Jester and it makes Maverick roll his eyes. Of course, they did.
Someone mentions he and Goose's victory again, probably Hollywood, but Mav has his back turned to them so he can't be one hundred percent sure.
"That's not what I heard," Ice mocks. And Pete feels his skin tingle. Tom better fucking watch it. He's on edge as it is, and he doesn't need Lieutenant Pretty Boy's smart mouth to make it worse.
God, his fucking mouth…
Jesus Christ calm down Maverick.
"No. No. Below the hard deck doesn't count," Slider reiterates the rule they were given and even though he's absolutely correct, Mav decides he'd rather be stubborn.
"Hard deck, my ass. We nailed that son of a bitch."
Ice pops a piece of gum in his mouth and laughs, "You guys really are cowboys."
Okay, now he's had it.
"What's your problem, Kazansky?"
Tom slams his locker and whips around to face him, stepping closer until they're toe to toe.
"You're everyone's problem. That's because every time you go up in the air you're unsafe. I don't like you because you're dangerous."
Maverick's heart sinks to his stomach. Ice doesn't like him? Honestly, he shouldn't care. He doesn't want to, but the thought of being on the receiving end of his disapproval doesn't sit well with him.
His sadness and self-doubt are replaced with anger almost instantaneously as he gets in Tom's face. To hell with all of his internal warning signals telling him that they still have an audience.
"That's right, Ice…man," he snarls. And against his better judgment, he allows his fingertips to touch the leather fabric of the patch with his name sewn in it.
Maverick's so close to his face that he can smell the mix of shower gel, and mint and he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his knees wobble.
He's aware that he still hasn't finished his sentence, and that the number of eyes on him isn't going to decrease any time soon. But, of course, he can't resist the opportunity to touch him again, so he grabs his arms briefly for good measure.
"I am dangerous."
Iceman leans even closer, a primal look of dominance in his eyes as he gnashes his teeth together violently.
Mav feels his cock twitch at the thought of his skin being littered with marks from that mouth.
Listen, at this point, he's a fucking goner.
"Maverick!" Jester's voice makes him jump as he snaps his head to where his instructor is standing.
"You and Goose get your butts out of that flight gear and up to Viper's office now!"
Pete sighs as he scratches at a stain on his flight suit. He can't make sense of the way Tom acted earlier and it's wearing him out. He's always been a no-bullshit kind of guy. The kind that does what he wants, lives in the moment and doesn't let anyone get under his skin. Except, that's exactly what's happening here.
In one moment, Ice is being an annoying asshole, and in the next, it's like he's into him. Almost like he feels the same way Mav does, only he's a bit more reserved about it.
His door opens suddenly and Nick peeks around the corner, "You still awake?"
"Yeah. What's up?"
He takes a seat in the chair across from him and crosses his arms
"Listen, can we talk? I know you told me to drop it, but I'm worried about you. You're not acting like yourself and you're being more reckless than usual. I mean, that flyby you did on the tower earlier? We coulda been kicked out, Mav… just… just tell me what's going on."
Maverick scoffs, "Reckless? That was not reckless, Nick. I've done some sketchy shit in my life, but that? That was nothing."
Goose is patient with him. He knows his best friend struggles with his past and he can only hope that he opens up to him sooner or later.
"Look, Mav…I'm not here to criticize you. I call it like I see it, and what I'm seeing is a Maverick I don't recognize. If there's something going on you know I'm always here if you feel like talking."
He stands and pats him on the shoulder, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"
Maverick can feel the lump in his throat get bigger and he squeezes his eyes shut. No. He won't allow himself to cry over this, over something so stupid. He's Pete Mitchell for God's sake The one percent of the one percent. A fucking Naval fighter pilot.
The door to his room clicks shut and he leans back into the cushions. Whatever this is, whatever is going on between him and Ice is only holding him back. He's going to finish what he came here to do. No distractions, no more wasting time. He's going to win that plaque.
After all, there are no points for second place.
#j snow writes#top gun fanfiction#top gun#icemav#maverick x iceman#iceman x maverick#tom iceman kazansky#iceman#pete maverick mitchell#pete mitchell#maverick
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All the signs that make Kali sus
Before I talk about the important discrepancies between Terry’s flashbacks and El’s memory in 4x07 (nothing is like it seems in this show) I need to talk about Kali again (more here)
She was in Terry’s flashbacks. That’s why El looked for her in the first place. So, after S4 and the Henry reveal, I analyzed 2x07 again and looked for any clue about her role. What I found makes her and Terry’s flashbacks even more sus.
The first time we see Kali, she uses her powers to escape from the police. Before she uses them tho, we see the tattoo on Axel’s forehead. Brain Damaged. In S3, Mike is worried that using too much power, might cause El brain damage. Definitely not a good sign.
Even before El meets Kali: ICU, I see you... Someone’s watching her (this one was found by givehimthemedicine)
Here she’s listening to Hopper’s voice, but Kali wakes her up. And it’s definitely not like when Mike can reach Will in S2. It is not reassuring. Kali grabs El and scares her. Another bad sign.
It gets even more interesting. Same scene, when Kali introduces El to her friends. Behind them: So long and thanks, a famous line of Douglas Adams’ series The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galazy, which was first published in 1979. And what looks like a blood stained door. Imo, a reference to the massacre at the lab. Strange tho. Kali shouldn’t be connected to the massacre. She had already escaped. But look at her, her smirk...
This is one of my favorite. The word PAWN behing them. They literally told us.
The word ROT
Stinky Fate
A big face= someone staring at (spying?) them. It reminds me of the I’m watching you poster at Murray’s house. Also, the words FORGOT, SOS, GO AWAY!
RUTH. The Nina Project was supposed to help El regain her powers, so it shouldn’t exist in 1984. Why they’re connecting it to Kali then? Maybe because that place already existed and there are even bigger secrets about it.
(THE FIRST SHADOW SPOILERS)
In fact, in the prequel, we learn that Brenner was already conducting experiments in Nevada in the 50s. And because of one of those experiments, Henry Creel vanished for 12 hours and wound up in Dimension X.
The Eye. One is watching El.
The word NO. Or maybe, it’s Number. There’s also the word Ace = 1. So, Number 1.
VENDETTA
Search and Destroy.
THIS parallel (screenshoot by Kaypeace21)
Then, El hears Mike in the void, screaming It’s a trap! And I don’t think this is just about the soldiers in the tunnels. I think it’s another hint.
And after El sees Will (interesting that they didn’t show him), we see the words ONE, DOSE and ROSE.
There is more to analyze, like references to Assassin’s Creed or The Invisibles, like Barbelith (more here/The First Shadow Spoilers)
Barbelith, again. Help, Call 911.
But for now I just wanted to point out how the writers went out of their way to tell us that El shouldn’t be there. Yeah. SOS and GO AWAY!
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Posts Made Before Seeing The First Shadow
(click here for the TFS section of the google doc)
(click here to go to a tumblr post with the posts I made AFTER seeing the first shadow)
Edward Creel is Vecna And Henry Creel is Innocent: The First Shadow, Edward Creel, Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde, and Carl Jung’s Theory of the Shadow (x)
Edward Crumbs in the TFS Audition Tapes (x)
Leave No Trace: Henry Creel’s Questionable Hiking Etiquette (Did Henry Bring The Shadow Particles To Dimension X? Does Soteria Inhibit The Replication of Shadow Particles?) (x)
Will Scott Clarke Be In The First Shadow? (x)
TFS and The Fact That Joyce Didn’t Know Who Bob Was In Highschool (x)
Is Scott In Bob’s Audition Tape? (x)
The Ones Like Us That Don’t Punch Back (x)
Bob and Mr Baldo- Was Bob Abused As A Child? Was There Ever Really A Mr Baldo? (x)
TFS and The Radio Weirdness In The Auditions vs The Creel Murders Radio Weirdness (x)
THEORETICALLY: More Proof That Scott Will Be In The First Shadow (x)
The Shadow(s) of The Past and TFS vs LOTR (x)
A Silly, Terrible Play (x)
The First Shadow Poster vs El’s S4 Poster vs the Other S4 Posters (x)
The Shadows of the Past Have a Very Long Reach (x)
The First Shadow and Tommy (x)
Creelarke and The Black Cat on the First Shadow Loading Screen (x)
The Broken Windows On The TFS Poster (x)
Another Post About Tommy and The First Shadow (x)
Scott Clarke and The Black Cat In The TFS Animated Trailer (x)
TFS Auditions, Henry, and The Flickering Lights (x)
I Knew It- Betty Olsen Is Bob’s Adopted Sister (x)
TFS and I Dreamed A Dream vs Dream A Little Dream of Me (x)
The TFS Black Cat vs Doris Driscoll’s Black Cat Clock (x)
Scott In TFS: The Key To The End vs Key To Solving The Mystery of What Happened in Montauk (x)
Bob Being Abused vs Not Putting Up A Fight (x)
George, Betty, Henward, Hearing Things and Radio Waves (x)
A Freshman?? Something Weird Is Going On With Henry’s Age And EVEN MORE FIRM EVIDENCE FOR MULTIPLE TIMELINES Featuring A “Canon Event”!! (x)
Lord Henry and Lady Patty- Does This Mean That They’re a Romantic Couple? How Does Stranger Things Treat The Type of Relationship That Exists Between a Lord and a Lady? (x)
They Didn’t Just Forget About Alice in TFS and Alice vs Scott (x)
Smaller Initial Post About How They Didnt Just Forget About Alice in TFS and Her Possible Connection To Scott (x)
Henry and Patty and George and Creelarke: Have I Changed My Mind About George? (x)
The First Shadow, Timelines, Alice Creel, and Swapping Family Members: New Thoughts On Alice Creel vs Karen Wheeler Regarding the Edward Timeline- Karen Wheeler Might Be Alice, Just Not In The Way Anyone (Including Me) Thought She Was (x)
Alice, Sweet Alice, TFS, and Karen (x)
Mr Baldo vs Father Newby (x)
Initial Post About The TFS Casting and Mike Jibson Resembling Sam Owens and How That Could Tie Into The Edward Timeline (x)
“Henry Meet Demogorgon”: Interesting Wording Choice (x)
Henry Being Subtitled As ‘Boy’ During NINA vs Orderly Henry and the Henry Age Weirdness During TFS (x)
“Future Vecna” (x)
Ruth, Nevada, Parallel Timelines, and Edward (x)
TFS and the Final Bow Poses: Both Poses Are Familiar (x)
TFS, Hand Positions, The Shadow, and S2 Will (x)
Edward Scissorhands and TFS (x)
Alice Creel’s Weird Age, TFS, and Interview With The Vampire (x)
Caught A Body At The Munsen Trailer (x)
Henry Getting Nina’d During TFS and Why It Might Be Tied To Scott Clarke’s Absence (x)
Claudia’s Cat: Fake Cats and Fake People (x)
Patty-Henry vs Stobin- Prom Queen vs Prom King (Henry Is Painfully Gay) (x)
A Budding Romance: Even More Patty-Henry Straightbait/Gay Henry Evidence (x)
You Don’t Have To Do The Play: TFS, Dark of the Moon, The Confession Booth Scene, and Gay Henry (x)
Edward Crumbs in the TFS Audition Tapes (x)
More Patty-Henry and Stobin Thoughts: The One That I Like and She’s Not Even Real (x)
A(L) SILLY, TERRIBLE PLAY: Weird Al, Scott and The First Shadow (x)
Brenner’s Dad and The Weird Grey Hair (x)
The Cure, Scott, and Moving From Nevada (x)
I’m The Mistake vs You Feel Like A Mistake: Joyce Vs Betty Parallels (x)
Project One: Digging Into The Code On The TFS Website (x)
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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 3
Episode 17: Live and Dangerous Part 1 (SMUT)
*warning. smut ahead. it's not great ngl. old ruth didn't know what she was doing. i still don't but i try harder now.
It was another regular evening in the Man Cave and Ray, (y/n), Henry, Schwoz and Jasper were gathered around the couch table. In the spirit of generosity, Ray, being the boss, had decided that they should all create care packages for some of Swellview's troubled teens and so, he'd assembled as many helpers as he could to cram them full of junk.
"Pocket knife." Henry started them off, dumping the knife into a box with little care or attention to how the contents were laid out. Ray said it didn't have to look good, he only needed this crap shifting so he could make way for more useless stuff.
"Succulent." Ray went next, tossing a fake, plastic plant into the box in a similar, uncaring manner. He thought his plan was genius, plus, it did give him a good excuse to cuddle up to his girl on the couch. His arm was curled around her shoulders and she instinctively snuggled into his side, occasionally pressing kisses to his neck whenever she felt like it.
"Bag of noodles." (y/n) stated, throwing in her item before returning to peck her boyfriend's neck. It was part of the little system they had going on; every time she deposited her item, she'd give him a kiss because she loved it when he squirmed in place and looked down at her with warning eyes.
"Binky." Then, it was Schwoz. Why they were putting these random objects in was anyone's guess, but charity is charity and that way, no one can complain.
"Protractor." Henry went again, throwing in a second item as they entered the second round. Maybe the teens could math away their problems.
"Mothballs." Well, no one wants holey clothes, especially teenagers.
"Lighter fluid." (y/n) swallowed nervously, contemplating whether it was a good idea to fill the boxes with a highly flammable liquid. Oh well, Ray was in charge and she was too comfy to complain, not to mention too enthralled in making him frustrated.
"Bottle opener." Jasper continued, smiling like he was so proud of himself.
"Chinese crayons." Schwoz finished, adding the last of the items into the box. That was the first one done, only like a million more to go, but from the way the boys cheered, you'd think they'd completed the lot. Onto the next one, but this time since they'd gotten the hang of it, the group went faster.
"Pocket-knife...succulent...bag of noodles...binky...protractor...mothballs...lighter fluid...bottle opener...Chinese crayons." Another package was accomplished and (y/n) kissed directly under Ray's ear as he and the others celebrated, giggling when she heard his voice raise in pitch ever-so-slightly. Just as his hand dropped down to rest tightly on her inner thigh, the elevator door slid open, revealing Charlotte, who everyone thought had gone home.
"Hey, guys!" She smiled at them all, making them greet her in return, but then Henry remembered that earlier on, she'd mentioned that she wouldn't be available for the momentous care package wrapping and so, her presence confuddled him.
"Wait, I thought you were having dinner with your parents tonight." He commented, watching as she briskly walked over to the supercomputer, throwing him a glance over her shoulder as she did.
"I did. I just came back 'cause I forgot my sweater." She replied, picking the garment up from the back of the computer's chair as everyone nodded at her reasoning.
"Oh, Charlotte, sweetie, you didn't have to come back. You could've called and we'd have dropped it off for you." (y/n) smiled at her sweetly. It didn't seem right that the young girl had walked back to work at night to pick up one sweater, especially when her friend had a very kind boyfriend who probably would've agreed to drive it to her house.
"We?" Ray looked down at her with raised eyebrows, knowing that she was referring to herself and him. Of course, he'd do it, he'd do anything for her, but he couldn't help but point out how he'd been roped into it.
"My license is in the mail, doofus. Until then, you're my personal taxi driver." (y/n) smirked at him with a flutter of her eyelashes. After the whole, stuck in two holes incident, the young woman had learnt her lesson and the very next day had taken a driving test to finally gain the right to drive.
"Pocket knife." Henry butted into their mushy moment, eager to finish the packages before midnight or before he puked from their grossness. Ray and (y/n) were couple goals but you'd never catch Henry admitting that, not when he teased them for it so often. "Pocket-knife...succulent...bag of noodles...binky--"
"Hey! What are you guys doing?" Charlotte interrupted, thoroughly confused when she witnessed how they were throwing uncorrelated items into boxes. No one told her about this and to an outsider, the whole setup seemed highly bizarre.
"Ah, we're putting together care packages," Ray answered, placing his hand on top of his girlfriend's when he felt it move an inch up his thigh. He gritted his teeth and played it off like they were just being touchy like always, not like she was a vixen and he was her prey.
"Mmhm and then, we're gonna send them to the Swellview Home for Runaway Teens." Henry went on, causing his friends to beam proudly. When he said it like that, it really did sound generous. "...protractor...mothballs..."
"Uh, hold up." Charlotte stopped them again, irritating the group as she ruined their flow. Seriously, they need to get this lot done, but how were they supposed to do that if she kept asking questions?
"The Home for Runaway Teens shut down. It closed." She carried on and it was news to all of them. If there was no charity, then they had been working for nothing.
"Wha--then, what happened to the runaway teens?" (y/n) spluttered, having not heard of this development. If she had, she sure as hell wouldn't have been sitting on the couch trying to tempt her boyfriend away. It would've already happened.
"They ran away." The teen answered simply, prompting the boys to groan and shout as they realised that they worked and bought a load of crap for nothing.
"What?! I can't believe we've wasted all this time!" Ray shouted and stood up angrily, throwing a mothball into a redundant box before sitting on the back of the couch. (y/n) patted him on the knee softly, but even she was feeling a pinch of annoyance. The whole evening wasted, stupid Charlotte and her stupid news.
"Well, maybe we can give this stuff to another charity," Henry suggested, praying that Ray wouldn't overreact and sling the lot in the trash. The problem was though, he'd been tortured for the last hour and wasn't feeling particularly nice anymore.
"No, what's the point? They're just gonna run away too!" The man growled and whacked a can of chips away as his girl snuggled in between his legs and looked up at him. If anyone could make him feel better, it was her.
"Let's just throw all the stuff in a dumpster." Ray decided, swinging his legs back over the couch so he could stand up. Not wanting to be away from him, (y/n) stood up too and he broke away from his tantrum for a second to lift her over.
"Hey, we don't have to toss it all out, Ray--" She tried to convince him as he held her in his arms. It was funny to have her face at the same level as his and just when their noses brushed to enjoy the moment, the computer's alarm went off. Not an "oh my god, super-scary, everyone panic" alarm, merely a message.
"Hey, looks like we're getting a video message. Ray, put (y/n) down and stop kissing her." Henry noted, smirking as the couple gave him two unimpressed stares. The young woman pecked her boyfriend anyway, nothing too heavy, just a split-second where they could savour the feeling of each other's lips against their own.
"I'll check it out." Charlotte dashed over to the computer, putting down her sweater again, the only thing she had wanted five minutes ago. Work never seemed to stop and Ray dropped his girlfriend before turning to his resident repairman.
"Schwoz, clean up all the junk." He ordered, curling an arm around his girl's waist and guiding her over to the large monitor so they could see what was going on.
"Aye-aye. Jasper, you clean up all this junk." Schwoz nodded but decided that it wasn't a job fitting of him, a seasoned, technical genius. No, this was more up the street of a bum, AKA, Jasper.
"What? But Ray told you to do it." The boy complained, not seeing why every shitty task had to be delegated to him. The boss didn't tell him to do the job, so why should he be forced to do it?
"What did you say?" Schwoz spun around sharply, his laser controller in his palm and pointed straight at Jasper. The sight of the small gadget made the boy go a little pale as he thought about being stung and he quickly gulped down his resilience.
"Why don't I clean up the junk?" He smiled nervously and stepped over to the table so he could get on with it, which greatly pleased the cocky Schwoz. "I thought so."
"Let's see...looks like the video's from...IT'S FROM FRANKINI!" Charlotte pulled up the message and her mouth hit the floor when the image of a young man and fireworks popped up onscreen. Clearly, he was someone famous, judging by Henry's disbelieving "what?", but to Ray and (y/n), he was just a flamboyant guy who apparently like glittery, purple things and makeup.
"Who?" Ray asked, looking at his girlfriend in confusion, but she just shrugged and appeared clueless. Perhaps this was it, maybe they'd reached the point where youth culture no longer reached them, not that (y/n) cared. She'd accepted her age and was happy to age gracefully, unlike Ray who still clung to the childhood he never experienced.
"Frankini?! I wanna see!" Jasper squealed and tried to run to the supercomputer, but when he moved, Schwoz pulled out his laser again and threatened the boy with it. He wanted that job done, otherwise, he'd be the one made to do it. "Hey, hey!"
Now, Jasper looked like an idiot and sometimes, he acted like one, but he worked for a superhero, so, in some ways, he had skills. When Schwoz looked over his shoulder to get a peek of this Frankini man, the curly-haired boy saw his chance and plucked the device from his fingers before the genius could even react. Schwoz squealed at how the tables had been turned, causing Jasper to smirk at the power he had. "Yeah, now you clean up the junk."
"Okay, okay." Schwoz submitted, shuffling to the junk with his hands in the air as Jasper walked over to his friends.
"Come on, come on, play the video!" Henry told Charlotte excitedly, not being able to wait. He couldn't think of why Frankini would want. to talk to them but wow, this. was awesome, an honour, even.
"Yeah, show us Frankini!" Jasper added, not seeing how Schwoz, also a man of many skills, had pulled a fast one on him and rather than doing as he was told, had scarpered over to the tube pads where he would make his escape.
"All right, give me a second! It's got to download." Charlotte calmed them, making (y/n) frown at how the boys were behaving so weirdly. Just how famous was this guy?
"Hey, Jasper!" Schwoz called out as he lowered a tube, feeling safe inside the thick, glass walls. Everyone turned around and wondered where he was off to, but Jasper just clenched his jaw in irritation. "Up your tubes!... Ha, missed me!" The boy couldn't stand the mockery and fired a green laser at the tubes, but sadly, they were highly blast-resistant and the plasma fizzled out across the barrier, leaving Schwoz unharmed as he left the building.
"So, uh...who's Frankpini?" Ray asked, leaning against the back of the couch with his arms folded as (y/n) stood next to him in a similar position. They were really showing their age, but then again, they were adults with too much to do and didn't care about whichever weirdo was trending on Twitflash this week.
"No, it was Franktini, right?" (y/n) corrected him unsurely, turning the kids and clicking her fingers as she tried to make the odd name come back to her.
"Oh my god!" Jasper groaned with his friends as the adults made them cringe. Of course, they were so clueless, but it was astounding how they lived in the world yet still didn't know who Frankini was. They must kiss and do other gross stuff under rocks.
"Frankini." Charlotte corrected them in a snappy tone, making (y/n) bite her lip when they got so cutely annoyed. Typical teens getting irate about stupid adults, it was kinda funny.
"How can you not know?" Jasper gasped, making her chuckle even more and press her forehead into Ray's bicep to suppress it. She composed herself and looked at Jasper with an amused expression, still loving how miffed he and Charlotte looked.
"Because I don't spend all day on the internet. Y'know, 'cause I have a needy boyfriend, bad guys to fight, machines to fix..." (y/n) explained, making Ray look at her with faux-offence. Yeah, he was needy, but he had a hot girlfriend, what guy wouldn't be when they got to have an angel in their bed every night?
"Guys, it's not their fault. It's just 'cause they're old." Oh, poor, poor Henry. He made the gravest of mistakes; he used the o-word. (y/n) was fine, she accepted the fact that even though she was by no means elderly, she wasn't socially classed as hip or cool anymore (turning thirty is a societal death sentence). Ray, however, hated how time was ticking and he still needed to get married, have kids and stay handsome. He didn't want to lose his youth, not yet anyway and to hear his younger friends call him old was a bash to the old ego.
"Excuse me!" The man exclaimed, making Henry realise what he'd done and by the sorry expression on (y/n)'s face, he was digging the hole deeper. He didn't mean "old" as in "old", he just meant not a kid of the internet era.
"What? Oh, I didn't mean, like I didn't mean that you and (y/n) are--" Henry stuttered, trying to make up for his error before he sent Ray into one of his tantrums, but he was too late; the damage had been done.
"I'm not old! I'm like a kid! I'm like a big kid!" Ray argued in a childish voice, wrinkling his nose and going all rigid. (y/n) could feel a chuckle rising in her throat at the irony of the situation, but she kept it down, fearing that she might make the situation worse.
"Truer words have never been spoken." She mumbled, making Charlotte smirk slightly. She loved Ray with all her heart and adored his playful side, but she had to confess that when that playfulness turned to petulant tantrums, his attractiveness plummeted.
"Yeah, yeah, I mean, you're young. And (y/n) is, you're both very, very, very, very young." Henry smiled in an attempt to reassure his boss and glanced at (y/n) for help, but she was loving how badly he was handling the situation.
"Actually, I don't really care--" She started, wanting the boy to know that she wasn't offended and understood that his words just came out all wrong, but the big kid next to her didn't see it in quite the same light.
"That's right, I'm young. When I send text messages, I use emojis." Ray carried on, trying to think of all the rad, cool, hip things he did that could be classed as "teenager", but honestly, they just made him look a bit sad. "And I don't use capital letters or decent punctuation...and I have sneakers that light up in the back."
"The more you talk, the less attractive you become to me." (y/n) looked at him with her hands on her hips, which made him shut up. She didn't want to date a man-baby, she wanted her goofy, superhero, hot boyfriend instead.
"Do you want us to tell you who Frankini is?" Charlotte butted in, trying to steer them back to the original point before her boss had a meltdown.
"...Yes," Ray replied quietly, his hands fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt until his sweet girl caught one and laced her fingers through his. At least he was calm now if a little sulky.
"He's one of the most famous people on the internet," Charlotte explained, highlighting how (y/n)'s guess was right. She had no idea who he was because she wasn't much of a web surfer, just the occasional browser.
"He creates these super funny videos that millions of people watch." Jasper carried on, making the couple nod slightly as they began to build a picture of this 'Frankini' dude in their minds. Weird, rich, wacky, that sort of thing.
"And he lives somewhere here in Swellview." Henry finished and Ray couldn't help but revert into his pettiness. He wanted to uphold his image of a young, spritely superhero, not the thirty-six-year-old grown-up he was.
"Oh-oh, you guys were talking about Frankini! I know who Frankini is! I'm not old." The man's mouth fell into a straight line again as he drove home the idea that he was still in his prime and more than capable of keeping up with these kids.
"Just play the video before he starts again." (y/n) rolled her eyes and gestured at the monitor, so Charlotte pressed a button and pulled up the video. The couple moved closer, with (y/n) standing in front of her boyfriend as his hands came to pull her hips and ass back into him. She sent him a mischievous smile over her shoulder, wiggling her butt slightly as they waited for the video to load, but nothing could prepare them for the madness they were about to watch.
"Emergency, emergency! Holy-ravioli, it's an emergency! Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo! Ahhh!" A very energetic man screeched as he appeared onscreen and flashed a red light into the lense, his head spinning every which way. This must've been Frankini.
"Is he okay?" (y/n) wondered out loud, not ignorant to the fact that despite his shock/confusion, Ray was letting his hands roam her hips and occasionally, her stomach and even higher. She didn't want to move around too much, out of fear that any jostling would alert the kids and gross them out. Thank god, they were standing at the back.
"What has the world come to?" He murmured in her ear, making her giggle and his thumb brushed over the thin material of her dress covering over her hip bone.
"Just kidding! I'm having a party and you're invited!!" Frankini announced, making the teens scream as (y/n) let her head drop back against her boyfriend's chest. She didn't like the sound of going to something hosted by this eccentric weirdo, but if it made her friends happy, then she'd do it.
"--Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger!" The revelation made Charlotte and Jasper wince whilst Henry celebrated. He was psyched to party with such a huge celebrity, even if he did have to leave his friends behind and take two uninterested adults instead.
"Oh, come on, don't be upset, guys. At least me, (y/n) and Ray get to go. Play, play, play, play." Henry giggled, not seeing how he was rubbing salt into his friend's wounds or how Ray and (y/n) shared a smouldering look of mild irritation that they'd have to go socialise.
"So, my private party's gonna be this Saturday night at the Frankini Club! And there's gonna be snacks and beverages and party games and fresh fruit and a bear and a hammock and cheeses and--ooh, digital fireworks!!" Frankini squealed and danced around his brightly-decorated room as a firework effect burst onto the monitor.
"What is wrong with that guy?" Ray asked himself. He had to blink several timesto check if he really was seeing some oddball twirling around like he'd had way too much sugar.
"I don't get how he can speak for so long without taking a breath." (y/n) replied to him quietly, craning her neck upwards so she could give him a subtle smirk. Her boyfriend pressed his lips to hers, wishing to explore deeper and hear some of those noises he loved, but the video kept playing and they were far too intrigued to not listen.
"I really like fireworks. Oh, okay, so see you guys at my party. Text you the address, B-Y-yo'selves andddd...poooh!" The video ended with more fake fireworks and the teens couldn't help but clap its brilliance, prompting Ray to awkwardly clap with them too. (y/n) didn't see the big deal, but let him have his moment.
"Okay, looks like it's gonna be me, (y/n) and Ray, this Saturday--awwww, no, no, no, no, no, god, dang my life!" Henry started in a cheery tone, but his smile dropped when something flashed into his mind and spoiled his mood. Looks like he was double-booked.
"What's up, kid? Why so down-in-the-dumps?" (y/n) asked as she witnessed his sudden change in mood and wondered what had gone so wrong.
"Ugh, I gotta babysit my dumb sister this Saturday." Henry groaned, pinching his eyes tiredly as he thought about having to skip possibly the greatest party of his night just to stay at home and look after his sister, who in his opinion, was old and sassy enough to look after herself.
"Your sister, Piper?" Jasper asked, just to be sure. He was Henry's oldest friend and definitely knew how many sisters he had, namely one, who was Piper. Duh.
"No, he means his dumb sister..Bacon. You know, the one who normally lives in the fridge, best friends with the carrots and milk?" (y/n) joked sarcastically, unable to help the sarky comment. Jasper asked a silly question, so he faced her sharp wit.
"Okay, well, that wasn't nice, but since you're my bud, I will babysit Piper this Saturday so you can go to Frankini's party." Jasper looked from the young woman and then to Henry, who appreciated the gesture, but knew that Piper would hate spending all evening with him. Jasper was an ignoramus and his sister would end up. killing him, but how did he cover that up with a small, white lie?
"Oh, thanks, but I don't think my parents are gonna trust one of my friends to watch Piper." He said, quite proud of coming up with it. It was reasonable and believable, meaning that luckily, Jasper bought it.
"Well, if you want, I'll babysit Piper." Charlotte offered as she stood. up from the computer's chair and Henry's face erupted into a huge smile. Wow, his element of subtly was thrown out of the window as he ignored his previous point and accepted her help.
"You will? Thank you! Oh my god!" He shouted as he rushed over and swept the girl up into a hug, causing Jasper to look at them both disgruntled.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Ray put a hand on his shoulder, making him turn around to see his all-knowing smirk. He'd been in that position before.
"Okay, Ray, (y/n), looks like it's gonna be you two and me this Saturday night, partying it up with Frankini!" Henry exclaimed as he let go of Charlotte and walked over to the couple, putting his hands on their shoulders as they all smiled, although (y/n) wasn't best excited, more apprehensive. Parties had never been her scene, mostly because she was shy, nervous and a bit of a nerd (mechanics aren't typically social beings).
"Can't wait to spend all night with drunken idiots puking their guts up into plant pots, being forced to dance and in uniform, no less." She commented, folding her arms across her chest and rolling her eyes. The night was looking less and less dazzling, more deflating.
"Sweet girl, smile for me. This party's gonna be off the hizno." Ray cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb across her cheekbone, settling her nerves. It would be okay, he'd keep her by his side all night, keep her safe, chase away any assholes who couldn't take no for an answer and most importantly, make sure she had fun.
"Yeah...off the what?" Henry agreed, smiling brightly to try and raise her spirits, which helped a little, but they both stopped and looked at Ray. Not again with the "trying to be young" thing.
"The hizno. Y'know, the hizno, yo!" He chuckled, not impressing or convincing his friends any further. He'd clearly made the word up on the spot in an attempt to look cool, but again, he was just appearing desperate.
"I'm old, but even I know that that's not an expression." (y/n) deadpanned, making his excited face drop. First of all, he didn't like that he'd been rumbled and secondly, he didn't think she was old, she was six years younger than him, for god's sake. If she was old, where did that leave him?
"Yes, it is. I heard some teenagers say it at the mall." Ray lied, causing the teens to pause. They knew he was lying but wanted to catch him out again and educate him on how times had changed. Malls weren't cool anymore.
"We don't go to malls anymore," Charlotte stated, grimacing at even the thought of leaving the comfort of her home. She much preferred to stay home and browse online, ignorant to the fact that the mall used to be the best place for a teen to hang out and have fun.
"We shop online," Jasper added, making Ray rethink his entire argument as they all looked at him. (y/n) didn't like to see him struggle on the spot, but he'd put himself there.
"Uh, that's a lie...and I say that Frankini's party's gonna be off the hizno!" The man ignored their protests and decided that if he kept saying it, the phrase might just happen.
"That's not a thing!" Henry stressed, making his boss's could mood even worse. "It's a thing now! We're doing it live and it's a thing now!"
"Nope, still not a thing," Charlotte commented, not caring if she would face one of his tantrums. Sometimes people need the cold, hard truth, not that Ray would ever accept it.
"The hiz to the no, baby!" He kept shouting, making (y/n) sigh as he started to get away from himself. He was in too deep now and figured that even if he wanted to stop, it would make him seem more foolish.
"Ray, please..." She tried to reach out and take him into her embrace, more than ready to take him to bed and forget this nonsense, but he was relentless.
"The hizzy to the no-zy!" He waved his arms around, making his girl stop mid-movement and chuckle humourlessly at the spectacle he made. Sometimes she wondered how she fell in love with him in the first place...
"Okay, now, you just sound insane." Henry deadpanned, halting the man in his tracks as he finally caved in. He wasn't going to stand there all night and be ridiculed, not when he could be doing other things.
"Well, look, it's already nine o'clock, so we're gonna go to bed," Ray grumbled, reaching for (y/n)'s hand and yanking her towards the sprocket. She was glad that they were about to be alone for the first time since they woke up and happily followed after him.
"Night guys." She waved at the teens, sure that they could shut everything down, tidy up and lock the store before they left.
"Love you." Henry joked, making (y/n) giggle as saw him make kissy faces at them. His favourite thing to do was tease them, but Ray wasn't really in the mood.
"Maybe I don't wanna be loved by you right now." He yelled over his shoulder as they stepped through the socket, leaving the chuckling teens to chat about the awesomeness of being invited to a Frankini party.
*RED ALERT SMUTTY SMUT STARTS HERE*
"Do you want to be loved by me right now?" (y/n) asked her boyfriend as he stormed down the corridor, his lips pressed into a stern line. He seemed angry, but she hoped that she knew him better than most and under the tantrum, he was still her boyfriend and most importantly, still a guy.
"After teasing me all night, I'm going to take my time with you, sweet girl." A sharp tug of her wrist and she was pressed against the wall across from their bedroom door, his darkened eyes gazing into hers as his hot breath fanned against her lips. A hand gently rested on her throat, not squeezing, not moving, just motionless, a warning to tell her that he was in charge now after hours of her teasing and running the show.
"As long as you don't do it in your light-up sneakers." She couldn't help but smirk, which turned into a squeak when the hold on her neck tightened ever so slightly and his other hand disappeared under her skirt, immediately running through the dampness between her soft thighs. A gasp tore from her, making Ray chuckle darkly at how she wasn't so cocky now when he had her pleasure in the palm of his hand and at his command.
"Keep that mouth runnin' and I'll leave you here to finish yourself off. We both know that your fingers are never enough, little girl." It was his turn to be smug as he remembered how she'd confessed the secret to him after she'd overstepped the line and been left without his touch.
"No--not again. Please, captain, I'll be good for you, I've wanted you all night." She begged, running her hands over his shoulders and chest, looking up at him through thick eyelashes, all in an attempt to get him to show mercy. Luckily for her, he wasn't so cruel as to leave her again and with his own need swelling, he prised her off the wall and fumbled to push her through their bedroom door. It slid open with the push of a button and he immediately aimed for the bed, pulling the dress's zipper down before laying her down on the pristine sheets.
He shrugged the shoulders of the garment off, peeling it down her body until she was left in just her underwear, a lacy number that had been picked out for one purpose - to be taken off by him.
"This has to go. It's in my way." He mumbled to himself, focusing on the panties since she was already scrambling to undo the bra catch. It was tossed somewhere unimportant and (y/n) laid back to wait for his next move, but the need to see her bare and shivering for him was too much, so when he tucked two fingers under the elastic, she immediately knew what he was going to do.
"Don't you dare--" She warned him, twisting her fingers into his floppy brown hair when he ignored her and tore the flimsy fabric with his bare hands. They weren't particularly expensive or her favourite by any means, but it was tiresome having to buy new sets every month because her boyfriend was impatient and needy.
"Too late. I suppose you'll just have to start wearing nothing. Or better still, my t-shirts--let me fuck you in those." Ray growled, kneading at her exposed breast and pebbled nipple with his calloused palm. Just the thought of her wearing his clothes or seeing her nude form made his lower half swell and she couldn't help but wrap her legs around his waist as payback.
"I thought you liked those tiny shorts I wear all the time." She whispered in his ear, making sure to nip at his earlobe as one hand trailed down his chest and then dipped into her slit to feverishly rub her swollen clit. His eyes followed her movements, choking up with her lips released a sweet sigh and her head flopped against the pillows. Her fingers barely teased her wetness, just enough to make him think she was ignoring what he could give her, his pupils dilating with desire and his cock growing desperately hard.
"Shit. Naughty, fucking girl." He spat and began to strip himself of his clothing before she could register what he was doing, flinging them into some unknown corner of the room. Her hands unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans and underwear in one go, licking her lips at the sight of his swollen member. Fuck, he was rock-solid and so perfect, just for her, it was no surprise that she reached out to curl her fingers around the scorching flesh.
"Come on, Ray. Need you to fuck me with this huge cock, been waiting all night." (y/n) cooed, slowing moving her hand up and down and watching as his hips stuttered at her touch. Shit, she knew how to wind him up, keeping her movements slow, just enough to make him simmer, but not enough to tip him over the edge. Her hand stilled before he could mount up any pleasure and a desperate fury reared its head inside him.
"Needy little thing. My perfect girl always needs my attention, every fucking night." He stuttered as he positioned his dripping head against her drenched slit and slowly pushed in. Fuck the foreplay, all the touches and lingering stares had left them desperate and aching; the sweet touches could be left for round two. They groaned in unison, one loving the burn of him stretching her out and the other loving the tightness that enveloped him. Ray leaned on his forearms and dropped his head into the crook of her neck, trying not to lose control prematurely.
(y/n) choked out a cry as he rocked his hips, pushing them fluidly into her in a steady rhythm as his palms rested next to her head and he dipped down to eagerly swallow her moans. Everything became scorching so quickly, his thrusts picking up speed until he was drawing nothing but tiny, breathless sounds from her, one hand exploring her chest until it came to cup her tits, swapping between each one regularly. It shouldn't have been possible to feel that good, but the raw passion swirled with pure love into a mix that made their heads swim from how fast everything had unfolded.
"Fuck--love you, Ray--so much...even if you are a man-baby sometimes." She whispered into his ear, starting sweet but decided that she couldn't help but throw in the jibe just to rile him up further. And it worked.
"You fucking love pushing my buttons, don't you?" He gasped, moving even faster as he couldn't help but feel the familiar tingle crawling up his spine, signalling that his end was near. Any response died on her lips as he hit into something deep inside her, something that made her moan every time their hips met. Her hands drag up and down his back from the way his heavy thrusts made her body shift up the bed, leaving no scratches, just a sting that made the fire inside him blaze before fading after a few seconds.
"Fuck--gonna love watching you shake your ass at that d-damn party in your short s-skirt. 'M gonna make sure no one touches what's mine, wanna fuck you again when we get back." His stuttering told her that like her, he was hurtling towards the edge of an orgasm, and using his words to embolden her, she moved her hand into his hair to pull on it and hissed in his ear.
"All yours, don't want anyone else--shit--no one else makes me cum like you." Her words came out like she couldn't stop them, anything that came to mind, anything that might tip him over, she let it out. "Made the suit for you, always wanted you to f-fuck me in it--now you can whenever you want to--"
A wave of euphoria overcame her, stopping her mindless rabble mid-sentence as Ray tensed and his thrusts stuttered to a halt, grinding up into her and moaning her name huskily as he couldn't believe that someone so pure could be so damn filthy. (y/n)'s body was crushed into the soft mattress as his hips faltered when she squeezed him like a vice and everything went still as his sticky forehead rested against her shoulder.
He bit into her skin, knowing that the bruise he left there would have long healed over by the time he got to see her illuminated body again, but the gentle pain was enough to give her one last shiver of pleasure as they panted in each other's arms, satisfied and sated for now.
*OKAY, YOU'RE SAFE NOW, i'm (not) sorry*
~Frakini's club~
Frankini's place was in a large building in a secluded part of town; you wouldn't have thought that one of the most famous celebrities in Swellview lived there if it was for the bright purple neon covering the building, but even that didn't give much away. Ray, Henry and (y/n), all dressed up in their spotless uniforms, easily got in through the front door and made their way up the staircases and down the corridors as per their host's instructions. The decor was interesting, to say the least, and everything seemed a bit quiet for a party, and they had no clue if they were going in the right direction.
"Come on. Come on!" Henry hissed to the adults as they took their time walking through the hallway. It's not like they were stalling or purposefully going slow, he was just impatient to meet Frankini and hopefully get his flirting game on.
"We're right behind you." Ray rolled his eyes at how excited his sidekick was getting and made no effort to quicken his pace. He was enjoying taking his time with his girl and trying to keep her calm as they approached what they presumed would be a crowd of people, something she didn't love.
"Yeah, calm your kiwis, kid." She told him, thinking that if she could keep her emotions under control then he could too. 'Brave face, (y/l/n), you've got this.'
"Uh, no, I will not calm my kiwis, 'cause this kid's about to kick it with Frankini!" Henry stressed, leaning in close to the adults and making them frown. Sure, this guy was famous, but underneath all the glitz and glam, he was still a person, nothing to be scared of.
"Okay, so you can't kick it with Frankini if your kiwis are calm?" The superhero bit back, just wanting them to go in, do some socialising, perhaps have a drink or two and then go home, after all, he still remembered how (y/n) said whenever in regards to her super suit.
"I cannot," Henry stated, making Ray sigh. He was usually the dramatic one, not the kid, but (y/n) brushed over their conversation, trying to see if she could find an intercom or something to tell Frankini that they'd arrived.
"Whatever, do you two see a doorbell or something?" She asked, trailing her fingertips over the door and walls, only to find nothing.
"Gotta be around here somewhere." Henry said and found a speaker thing on the wall, but there was no button, just a mysterious rope behind them with a "yank it!" sign pinned to it. Wow, subtle.
"Look at that." Ray pointed at the rope and nudge his girlfriend so she'd turn around to look at it. She studied it carefully and concluded that whatever it was or did, she didn't trust it.
"What's that?" Henry asked for no particular reason and didn't really need an answer, he just said it out of instinct. Ray didn't pick up on that though." Some kind of rope with a sign on the end of it, that says yank it."
"Captain Obvious strikes again." (y/n) sassed, eyeing the rope suspiciously as Henry turned around to ask the adults for their opinions. It had an instruction, but they were in charge, or Ray was, or at least he liked to think that. "So, what should we do?"
"It's obviously a trap or something. It's got Scooby-Doo trapdoor written all--" The young woman replied, only for her to be interrupted by a voice coming from behind them. "--Yank it."
"What?" Henry gasped as they looked around, wondering where the voice was coming from and they got their answer when whoever spoke again. "Yank it." The voice came from the speaker thing Henry had been poking earlier and the boys looked at each other in contemplation.
"Guy says to yank it," Ray noted, making (y/n) put her hands on her hips in annoyance. Seriously? After she expressed her distrust, he still wanted to pull it?
"I'm gonna yank it." Henry nodded. Stupid males, they never listened to her until things went wrong and just to be on the safe side, (y/n) stepped away from them and leaned against the wall. "And I'm gonna stand over here."
Henry gave the rope a strong pull, expecting something weird, wonderful or terrible to happen, but all it did was fall to the floor. A prank, damn it and whoever set it up, AKA, the voice on the intercom, thought it was hilarious.
"Ha, I can't believe you yanked it!" He giggled, making (y/n) groan as she moved away from the wall and scowled. This guy seemed like an immature asshole and the idea of a party was getting better and better.
"You told us to!" Ray snapped, softly intertwining his gloved hand with his girl's so she'd stay calm and not leave prematurely. He didn't want to party without her and the thought of her walking home alone through the dark Swellview streets turned his stomach. She was staying.
"And this signed encourage us," Henry added, his tone emphasising his frustration at how they'd all been taken for fools, something that especially stung his and Ray's egos.
"Well, you know what they always say..." The man started but never finished, leaving the superheroes confused as to what he meant.
"No, what?" (y/n) questioned, quickly losing her patience with whichever idiot they were dealing with.
"Um..." Okay, this was getting ridiculous. This guy was thick and couldn't even come up with a saying to justify his reasoning, irritating them more.
"What do they say?" Henry pressed, curious to know whether this conversation had been worth it. Couldn't they just go into the party already?
"Oh...come in!" He exclaimed happily and must've pressed a button because the door lifted, allowing them into the room where they assumed the party was taking place. Well, the music was blasting and things looked pretty sick in there as Henry was the first to step in, Ray and (y/n) close behind him.
"How cool is this place? Pretty cool, yeah?" Henry gasped as they all took in the funky decor and wallpaper, including some strange, glowing boxes that fascinated the couple. This Frankini guy had weird tastes, but something seemed off...
"S'aight." Ray shrugged, letting his hand rest on his girlfriend's lower back as she quietly took everything in, roaming the room when something struck her. Were parties always this...empty?
"So this is where Frankini does all of his live streams from?" Ray asked Henry, who nodded whilst (y/n) gulped. She was getting a funny feeling in the bottom of her stomach like they weren't meant to be there. "Yup."
"Guys...I don't like this." She muttered, letting them both see her worried expression, despite the mask concealing her identity. Perhaps it was just her nerves or maybe her gut feeling was right.
"Sweet girl, just relax, everything will be fine." Ray tried to soothe her, but no amount of gentle words could trample down her feeling of fear, the feeling you get when you're being cornered like prey.
"I thought this was meant to be a party. Don't you think it's weird that we're the only ones here?" She looked at both of them with a tight-lipped expression, making their smiles falter. That was weird now that she mentioned it and struck a nerve within them.
"Yeah...Frankini!" Henry yelled, Ray, doing the same as they tried to locate their host. Hopefully, he could hear them above the loud music, or maybe he was a lot closer than they thought. The man himself dropped down from the ceiling like a bat, smirking at how with their backs turned to him, they had no idea he was there.
"Where is he? Are we early?" Henry asked Ray, who pulled out his PearPhone to check the time, but to his confusion, everything should've started by now.
"He said nine o'clock and it's already...nine-o-five." He answered, making the bat-like man behind them giggle as they stood there puzzled.
"So, where is this guy? This Frankpini-tini-ini guy?" (y/n) questioned, getting annoyed at how they'd gone to the effort of turning up, not to mention how she'd gone the extra mile and done her make-up for the event (something she never did when in uniform), but the jerk hadn't turned up. What host did that?
"I don't know, sweet girl--" Ray's arm slid around her waist, but he and Henry whipped around when they swore they felt something or someone tap them on their shoulders. (y/n) felt nothing, just the slight tingle of breath hitting her exposed neck, a feeling that she wrote off as her imagination.
"What? What's wrong?" She asked them, seeing how Ray instinctively brought her closer and pulled his fists up a little bit like he was preparing for a fight. He was getting that funny feeling too, something here wasn't right.
"That was weird."
"So weird." Henry and Ray mumbled, freaking her out a little as she took in their peaky skin and tense muscles. They were evidently unnerved by something that she hadn't experienced, although the breathing thing was starting to become more and more worrying as the seconds passed.
"What happened? Come on, tell me!" She insisted, putting her hands on her satin-clad hips and switching her stern gaze from the superhero to his sidekick.
"You know, generally when you feel someone tap you on the shoulder and you turn around..." Ray spoke cautiously, not wanting to worry his girlfriend, but the news struck a chord in her, setting off the panic anyway.
"...There's a person there" Henry agreed. This was getting weirder and weirder and judging by Frankini's gleeful smirk as he dropped back down and listened to their bewilderment.
"I felt someone breathing on my neck and I swear--" (y/n) told them, not being able to finish her sentence as she felt the same prickle of hot air on her neck and her friends jumped again.
"This is freaking me out," Henry mumbled as they all turned around to see nothing again. This wasn't how parties were meant to go and Miss Danger couldn't help but get the sense that it was wisest to just run out of the building whilst she still could.
"Could we be imagining the tapping?" Ray suggested, not wanting to work himself up into a state before he had all the facts, despite the whole "(y/n) being in danger" scaring the shit out of him.
"How could you imagine something simultaneously, doofus? And I swear the breathing was real---HOLY SHIT!" (y/n) rolled her eyes, only to nearly have a heart attack and cement herself to Ray's side when Frankini picked the perfect moment and dropped from the ceiling. It scared the living daylights out of the heroes, making Henry gasp in shock and Ray clutch to his terrified girlfriend as she stared at the interestingly dressed man before you.
He was wearing a gold-motif outfit and flopped down onto a sofa with a good deal of sass, making Henry applaud his fabulously cruel entrance. Ray and (y/n), on the other hand, went so happy, what was wrong with just walking up to someone and saying hello?
"Yeah! Nice entrance!" The boy laughed and clapped his friends on the back, trying to inspire a similar reaction from them. However, Ray was far too protective over his girlfriend to condone any discomfort caused to her and his flat tone and poor clapping indicated how he wasn't impressed. "Yeah."
"You must be Frankini." (y/n) smiled sourly and spoke from behind gritted teeth and she unstuck herself from her boyfriend's side before straightening her back into a more professional stance. She was in her super suit, she had to stay mature and focused.
"So, where's the party?" Ray asked the flamboyant guy on the alarmingly metallic sofa, trying to cover up how his girl was one step away from throttling him.
"The what?" Frankini repeated, looking as though he had no clue what they were talking about. Wait a second...
"The party we've dragged our asses here to attend? The one you invited us to, remember?" (y/n) spoke in a low, emotionless voice, folding her arms as she looked down. as the striking man, who seemed to be fuelled by the anger radiating from her. Two can play at that game, dickhead.
"Wait. Are you guys talking about the party that I'm having next Saturday night?" Frankini said but showed no real care for how they'd made a mistake.
"Next?" Ray reiterated in disbelief, putting his arm around (y/n)'s shoulders as she scoffed. She must've read that invite a million times and was one hundred per cent sure that this was the right date, time, everything.
"Uh-- We were pretty sure that you said tonight." Henry stated, not wanting to offend such a "prestigious" man, but he trusted in the young woman next time him and knew that she never made mistakes like that.
Their conversation went no further as the loud, booming voice of the guy from the speaker earlier came bursting into the room with three half-mannequins tucked under his arms. "Frankini! Frankini!" The man in question shot up from his couch and excused himself as the large man came bounding over into the party room, confusing the hell out of the superheroes.
"What is it?" The celebrity asked as the guy juggled all of the mannequins, but straightened up under the watchful gaze of his boss.
"I've got the underwear. Want me to give it to 'em?" The man smirked, making the superheroes look at each other confusedly as to why he was carrying such strange "underwear". They were more like leggings, long and brightly coloured, ranging from blue to pink to purple, but they all had a metallic, shiny lip pattern that made them extra weird.
"No, Goomer. These aren't the male and female models." Frankini replied to "Goomer" and his words were carefully calculated to inflate Captain Man and Kid Danger's egos. Modelling was right up their streets, a chance to show off how great they were, but Miss Danger was a poorer choice. She was by no means unattractive, certainly not, but she was camera shy and had a degree of modesty that told her that flaunting her assets did her no favours.
"M-M-Male models?"
"What?" The boys stammered, wanting to hear that again since it pandered to their big-headedness, causing (y/n) to flick their heads in an attempt to keep them sane. She didn't like the thought of undressing in an unknown place and then modelling underwear, even if it was weird, in front of strangers. It caused dread to settle in her stomach and despite having her fearsome, superhero boyfriend by her side, the thought still terrified her.
"This is Captain Man, his girlfriend, Miss Danger and Kid Danger." Frankini introduced them to his assistant, who suddenly clocked on. "Ohhhh, yeah."
"This is my obtuse assistant, Goomer." He told them, making the three wave at the man who seemed to be a few sandwiches short of a picnic but friendly.
"I used to hang out with Frankini's sister. But that's a long story." Goomer smiled but despite the friendly welcome, (y/n) still wanted to leave. This whole thing was a farce, a waste of time, a setup even and she wanted out.
"Goomer, what made you think that Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger were male and female models?!" Frankini questioned, his voice sounded a little rehearsed and their suspicions were raised when she saw the celebrity nudge his friend to make him read something off of the palm of his hand.
"Uhhhh, because they're so handsome and per-hiscally fit. And Miss Danger is a real pretty lady, who you've always liked for her nice smil-ee and great butt." Goomer read the smudged ink badly, causing Henry and Ray to smile at the truth being spoken.
"Well, first of all, thank you very much."
"We do get that a lot...wait, what?" Well, the man did smile until he choked at someone else talking about his girlfriend's ass. Yeah, it was great, perfect, incredible, a top-notch butt, whatever, but such brash talk made her uncomfortable and that jarred against his stroked ego.
"What do you need models for, male or female?" (y/n) asked the man quietly, her arms pulled up to her chest like she wanted to hide away. Suddenly, the uniform seemed a little smaller than usual and she'd do anything for a giant turtle-neck to cover any bare skin.
"Well, because of my internet fame, I started my own business and this...is the first product!" Frankini explained, dipping and spinning his body as he did. He twirled towards the mannequins that Goomer had set down, showing the superheroes his so-called underwear.
"Partial mannequins?" Henry knitted his eyebrows together, not getting the correlation.
"No, silly...these! Frankini-bottoms!" He snapped the underwear's elastic as he held a mannequin in his arms. It looked comfortable sure, but (y/n) was certain that her usual cotton sets were much better and more normal.
"A new revolution in men and ladies' underwear!" Goomer added like he was trying to sell the undergarments at a market and it worked on Ray and Henry.
"Wow, nice! Longer than traditional underwear."
"I see that. I see that now! Brightly coloured." They complimented the underwear whilst (y/n) preferred to stay silent, only giving the more feminine leggings a few glances.
"Thanks, you guys. And, believe me, I totally get that you guys are way too important to wanna do male and female modelling. Pfft." Frankini commented, trying to dig deep and find that soft spot that would convince the heroes to put on the underwear and it looked like he'd have to work even harder to persuade Miss Danger.
"Well, I'm not saying that we want to, but if it would help you out...I would do it." Ray replied, Henry agreeing with him all the way, which made the young woman standing with them exhale strongly. One of these days, they'd get told to fall off a cliff because they looked so good doing it and then they would listen, but she wouldn't be around to pick up the pieces.
"Oh my gosh, this is so exciting! Goomer, pinch me!" The guy squealed and his assistant followed the order, giving his boss a strong nip on the back of his arm. Frankini seemed to be a bit of a wuss, 'cause the pinch made him squeak and whine. "Ow, not so hard!"
"Yeah, 'scuse me, Mr Frankpini?" (y/n) piped up, raising her hand to try and catch his attention as Henry cringed at how she got his name wrong, only it wasn't an accident or slip of the tongue.
"Frankini." He corrected her under the disguise of a cough, not that she cared. This guy was weird and didn't trust him or his underwear.
"Whatever. Mr Frankweener, I'm not really much of a modelling person and for that reason, I'm going to have to decline your kind offer." She smiled, trying her best to be polite but the passive-aggressiveness seeped its way into her words but Frankini didn't care.
"But, sweetie, I'd love to see you in my underwear." He pouted, trying to seem upset, but he and Goomer had a strange look in their eyes and their gaze settled on her soft thighs or curves, telling her that his words were empty.
"I'm sure you would, Frankenstein, but I only show my underwear to my boyfriend, sorry." She smirked, sensing that Ray was getting cocky behind her and it spurred her on even more. Yeah, that's right, he was her boyfriend and the only one who got to see her like that, the only one she trusted to show her vulnerability to, not this human glow stick.
"Oh, sweetie, that can be arranged all in good time." Frankini rubbed his hands together, making her frown as she tried to analyse the hidden meaning in those words. Whatever they meant, she didn't like it.
"What you saying, Frankfurter?" She questioned, folding her arms and jutting her hip out with as much sass as she could muster, but this was Frankini she was dealing with and he had just enough attitude to fight back. He matched her glare with a soft, playful smirk as if he was daring her for a fight like he enjoyed her feisty side.
"So...you want us to put on your underwear?" Henry butted in, cutting through the tension as Ray gently took hold of (y/n)'s elbows and pulled her back into his chest. He didn't know quite what had happened there, but he recognised the look of a guy being interested in a girl for whatever reason or motive and knew he didn't like it.
"Yes, yes, um, Goomer? Take them to the changing rooms, where they can put on the Frankini Bottoms and we can start the photoshoot!" The celebrity instructed at a fast speed, all the words tumbling from his chapstick-covered lips as he turned to Miss Danger again. "I hope to catch your best side, sweetie."
"Okay, fellas, swee-I mean, lady, grab a partial mannequin and follow mee!" Goomer announced, making Ray, Henry and a reluctant (y/n) take up their clothes.
"I don't want to do it." (y/n) reiterated to her boyfriend, hoping that he'd help her out and order Frankini to let her sit this one out, but he didn't want to disappoint Henry's rival and even though his primal instincts were telling him to take care of her and run, his inflated ego was telling him it would be fine.
"Relax, sweet girl. Sounds legit." He smiled, dragging her into the changing rooms where they split off from Henry and entered their own private space. Well, that was something, at least. The way those creeps were carrying on, she wouldn't have been surprised if they asked her to unclip her skirt in the middle of the room.
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(you have no idea how long it took me to find these damn leggings)
"I look stupid." (y/n) pouted once she'd slipped off her skirt and pulled the underwear on. It was hideous and clashed with the red and blue satin of her bulletproof bodice and the sheen of her boots, not that Ray was bothered. He just loved how all of her curves were on show and took a moment to appreciate her figure.
"You look hot." He answered honestly, speaking the first thing that came to his mind. The blush that spread across her cheeks made it worth it, but still, there was that lingering sense of apprehensiveness in her tummy.
"I don't want to look hot in front of Frankini. He's weird." The young woman told him honestly as he pulled his tunic back over the leggings and readjusted his belt. Yeah, okay, he was a little jealous at how two other guys were gonna see every rise and fall of her body, plus her "great ass", but he was sure that he, Captain Man, could keep her safe and let's be real, Goomer didn't seem like a lady-stealer. And Frankini, well, he wasn't (y/n)'s type.
"You're with me, it's okay." He promised her and held her hand as they exited the changing rooms, meeting up with Henry on the way out. He too loved his ridiculous new pants and couldn't help but swagger down the corridor back to the party room.
"Heyyyy! These Frankini Bottoms are awesome!" Ray shouted happily as they interrupted a heated conversation between their host and his assistant. They quickly snapped out. of whatever they were talking about and (y/n) just focused on getting these stupid photos done so she could go home.
"Yeah, man! Really amazing underwear." Henry complimented it too, wiggling his butt to feel how comfortably stretchy they were. He could see people wearing them underneath their pants or not.
"Yeah, woo. Fantastic." (y/n) cheered pathetically, trying to inspire a little excitement in herself, but it just wasn't happening. This whole setup made shivers run up and down her spine, like something bad was about to happen.
"Thanks, fellas, sweetie." Frankini grinned at them, especially Miss Danger, who found her skin crawling as he kept calling her that. Why couldn't he just call her Miss Danger? It was clean, simple and professional.
"I have a question." She announced, throwing her head back in annoyance as Ray placed a hand on her hip with the sole intention of maybe letting it drift southwards if an opportunity presented itself.
"Yes, sweetie?" Again with the sweetie. It was nauseating.
"Why does this underwear have little batteries in it, Frankincense?" She asked, running her fingertips along the hard cases she could feel stitched under the lining. He better have a good explanation for that because, otherwise, it looked very suspicious.
"Yeah, we've never worn underwear with batteries in them," Ray added, seeing where she was coming from with that. He'd noticed them when he'd been. running his hands all over her hips and wondered why on earth they were there.
"Well, I could answer that question, or, you guys could start being male and female models," Frankini whispered into the boys' ears, making sure that since she was stood in the middle, (y/n) could feel his hot breath wafting over the nape of her neck. The idea of being a model sounded too good for Henry and Ray to pass up, so they both readily agreed, leaving (y/n) to just sigh and follow them since she didn't want to be left alone in this dump.
"That's what I like to hear! All right, you three models, go stand over there on your mark." Frankini instructed them, making the heroes walk over to the spot where they'd be posing. Goomer wheeled out some weird monitor that Frankini was eager to receive, but Henry and Ray had never seen it before.
"What's that?" The boy asked, curious to know what photographic doohickey it was. (y/n) could swear she'd seen something like it before, maybe with Schwoz or maybe even in college but she just couldn't think.
"This is a Domitron." He told them, the name meaning. nothing to Ray and Henry, but it didn't sound like a camera to the young woman next to them.
"Yeah, it's a domitron."
"Yeah, no, I was about to say that, my uncle has a couple of those, yeah." (y/n) stayed deep in thought as the boys pretended to understand the science behind whatever that thing was, but Frankini was all too happy to use it and then explain the technical specifics.
"So you boys know what a Domitron does?" He asked them, loving how cute little Miss Danger was actually taking a moment to try and figure each component out, but her colleagues were just blindly trying to look cool and intelligent until they finally admitted that they had no clue what a domitron was.
"Frankly, we're just excited to be male and female models!" Ray exclaimed, speaking for himself and Henry since (y/n) was somewhat lost in thought. D--decibel, d--density, d-deliquesence, no, no, no.
"Why don't I demonstrate the Domitron?" Frankini suggested and Ray and Henry agreed since they heard no advice or protests coming from the wise woman between them. If she thought something was wrong, surely, she would said something by now...
"All right, why don't we give 'em a few good action hero poses?" Ray whispered into his sidekick's ear, making the boy smirk. He could definitely do a few of those.
"Uh, yeah, let's do like--" Henry started throwing fists and puffing up his muscles so he looked like the cool superhero he was, but Frankini wasn't bothered. He was just getting his machine ready for the big finale.
"And here goes Frankini!--" He smiled, pressing a few buttons and raising the power levels for the Domitron to work and seeing him do so triggered a flashback in (y/n)'s mind. Oh, god, a Domitron, now she knew what it was.
"Wait!--" She yelled, but it was too late. Frankinihad pressed the button and energy flowed into their body through the pants. The superheroes were defenceless as their muscles turned rigid and they couldn't move, powerless to stop that bastard from controlling them.
"Ugh, what? Why I can't move?" Henry groaned, barely able to speak but he used all of his strength to say something, anything. The underwear was illuminated and tingling against his skin and the kid was beginning to. get the sense that this wasn't any ordinary photoshoot.
"Yeah, I can't move either. Miss Danger, are you okay?" Ray didn't care that he was frozen in his place; in times of emergency, his mind always drifted to one person, his sweet girl, who was feeling a little stupid for not realising the truth sooner.
"Bombarded atomic particles sending electronic waves into the body to control the brainwaves. That's how a Domitron works." She mumbled, everything fitting into her head like she'd figured out the last piece of the puzzle and Frankini grinned at how clever this one was.
"Oh, a scientist! I knew we liked you for a reason! Now, gentlemen, lady, you can squat-waddle!" Frankini smiled and the superheroes gasped as their knees bent all on their own and they began to waddle around the floor like ducks or idiots. Mainly idiots.
"Wha--why am I squat-waddling?" Ray gasped, trying to fight for control over his body but everything was numb and unresponsive. He just had. to go with it.
"Because, as your little girlfriend explained, I can control you now!" Frankini answered gleefully, loving how he had the greatest fighters in Swellview obeying his every command and in the palm of his hand to humiliate, hurt or destroy. Control was his and he liked it.
"Well, I don't want to squat-waddle," Henry argued, feeling like a moron as they hopped around the floor.
"Okay!" Frankini didn't care how they stood, he just loved toying with them. He swiped up on his control panel and the three shot up onto their tip-toes, a position which was just as uncomfortable, perhaps even worse.
"All right, I don't know what your---" Ray began one of his Captain Man threatening speeches, but the crazed celeb chose that he didn't need to hear it. It was Frankini time.
"No more talking! Instead, why don't we sing some pretty scales?" He suggested, pressing a few buttons and suddenly, Henry, Ray and (y/n) were vocalising against their will. "Ha! Keep singing, Miss Danger sounds beautiful!"
"She is a really pretty lady!" Goomer smiled dumbly. He and his boss had always had a little competition to see who the heroine would like best; Frankini thought she was a fashion icon whilst Goomer believed she was just a nice person.
"Yes! I have done it! I'm sorry, Captain Man, Kid Danger and my sweet Miss Danger, but I'm afraid you're my puppets now! And I'm the puppet's master!" How does that old saying go? The eyes are the windows to the soul and in this case, that was very true. Despite being completely frozen and unable to move, the heroes' eyes gave everything away. They were wide and fearful like they were just screaming out for help as Goomer tapped his boss on the arm.
"What?!" Frankini snapped, wanting to know what was so important that he was being interrupted in his moment of glory for it.
"Can they hear what you're saying?" Goomer asked, by no means a scientist. He had no idea how this all worked, to be honest, he didn't really want to be a criminal. He was just the heavy-lifter and easily led.
"Yes, they can hear me. They just can't respond unless I allow them to." Frankini explained, dumbing it down for the stupid man. Of all the. people he could've had, he picked this moron.
"Well, shouldn't you explain to them why you're doing all this? That's what they always do in the movies!" The assistant proposed, making his boss sigh.
"All right. You see, boys, sweetie, the world record for the greatest number of people watching a live stream is nine-point-eight million. And I am going to smash that record by live-streaming a video of the three of you doing all sorts of silly, embarrassing activities!" The psycho giggled at the thought of stardom and swiped on his control panel to make them say something nice.
"Great plan!
"I love you Frankini, you're so awesome!"
"Is that all?" Henry, (y/n) and Ray said, one after the. other, each of them sounding like robots.
"I'm so glad I made you ask that!" Frankini grinned, loving how he could make them say or do anything. He'd always wanted to hear Miss Danger sing his praises, but this was just phenomenal, better than he could have ever imagined. "To make sure we have as many views as possible, I'm going to promise everyone a special treat."
"What's the special treat?" Goomer questioned, even though he'd already been told the plan a million times. He just did it to impress Frankini.
"Hold on one second." The man told his guests and gestured for his assistant to come over. Goomer bent over so he could hear his boss, who just angrily shouted in his ear, totally unimpressed. "You already know what it is!!"
"But I'll say it anyway...when we get to ten million viewers, the three of you are going to tear off your masks and reveal your true identities to the world!" Ray's fury could be seen on his face and Henry and (y/n) were looking quite pale as they heard the news. Their identities were the most precious things they owned as superheroes and if they were revealed, all manner of danger and death threats would be unleashed upon them and their families.
"For dinner, can we have pork and beans?" Goomer asked, not seeing how much of a special moment this was for Frankini. No one had ever come this close to hurting Captain Man and his sidekicks and with her superhero life in tatters, Frankini saw no reason why Miss Danger wouldn't come work for him as his best model/co-star. "Yes and yes!"
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The cameras were set up. Everyone was watching. It was time. To get everything set up for the big moment, Frankini had arranged for his new friends to do a few humiliating tasks before they revealed who they were, just to draw in the crowds.
"Now, how about a little pre-live stream fun? Do you boys and sweetie like musical theatre?" Frankini asked them, not like they would reply. All they could do was die on the side as h forced them to dance like ballerinas, Ray and Henry flanking (y/n) as he took up her hands and began to lead her through the dance. Okay, this was getting weird.
"From the top! Three little maids from school, are we. Pert as a schoolgirl can be, filled to the brim with girlish glee, three little maids from school. Everything is a source of fun, nobody's safe for we care for none! Life is a joke that's just begun! Oh, three little maids who are all unwary, come for the ladies, seminary, free from a genius, tutelary...three little maids...three little maids...from school...tee-hee!"
The dance ended with Frankini and (y/n) kissing each other's cheeks chastely, a move that set an angry fire burning in Ray's stomach. They felt like idiots, having danced in front of thousands, pretending to be schoolgirls, but the worst thing was having to watch that glow-in-the-dark bastard lead his sweet girl in a waltz whilst Ray sang backup.
There was no way out, no one coming to help and no chance of Frankini changing his mind. All the heroes could do was gaze into the camera and hope that someone, somewhere could see that they were in grave danger.
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Peter Tork at a Renaissance fair, 1969; photo by Henry Diltz.
“Right now I’m working with my friend Bobby Hammer on a film. I’m going to deliver a lecture on the generation gap in Aspen, Colorado, and I’m going to show a film just to keep them interested.” - Peter Tork, NME, January 25, 1969
“Early in February, [Ruth M. Adams, Wellesley student] served on the resource staff of a five-day Humanities Seminar for the Young Presidents’ Organization, Inc. in Aspen, Colorado. […] In Aspen, ‘Generation gap or civilization gap — can we cope with it?’ was the question at hand. The delegates included both members of the sponsoring organization, (which consists of men who became president of the businesses before they reached the age of forty,) and resource consultants in widely varied fields. Among these consultants were Miss Adams, author Max Schulman, Peter Tork of The Monkees, SDS leader David Littman, and Edgar Friedenberg of the State University of New York.
Vast differences in backgrounds and occupations served to split the conference delegation into two ideologically distinct groups. ‘It must be remembered,’ observed Miss Adams, during a News interview last Friday, ‘that many of the delegates were men in their forties, often parents of children of high school or college age… As parents and as men carrying corporate responsibility, they found it difficult to comprehend, to understand, the views of the radical left.’ At Aspen, this radical view was voiced primarily by Littman, Tork, and Friedenberg.” - The Wellesley News, February 20, 1969
“Tork, now 36, is an avowed socialist and lives in Venice, California." - New West, January 1979 (x)
“‘We’ve all got to stick together or we’re all going to come unglued.’
[Peter] noted a drive for only one’s own fortune is at the expense of others.
'Without community, the individual is dead.’” - The Life, May 3, 1996 (x)
“Now, the business of wresting power away from those who make a specialty of wielding it will be a long and protracted struggle, with a lot of setbacks along the way. The outlines of the new style of governance are only dimly perceivable, and won’t become clear for a long time to come. In the meantime, our job is to practice the principles of fairness and service to the extent possible. One thing is clear: there is a much higher joy in service than there is in acquisition of wealth. (Remember that it isn’t money that’s the root of all evil, it’s the love of money.) Hanging together in brother - and sisterhood is so happy-making you want to sing right out loud.
Yeah, I feel the same about those ideas as I did then…in case you couldn’t tell.
heheheh,
Peter” - Ask Peter Tork (x)
“I believe very much in all that I believed in back in the 60’s. I hope I’m more aware of the practicalities than I was then, but I am positive that the values and principles I held then are critical to the well-being of the planet, or at the very least, critical to growth and contentment in the population.
As to the practicalities: the chance of no more war in our lifetimes is so close to zero that I don’t imagine it possible, tho’ there well may be progress along these lines. May be. Sometimes I see the world as an eternal horse race between salvation and dissolution, now one, and now the other gaining the lead.
But to the extent that we can learn, each and all of us, that the cooperative good is good for the greatest individual good (with safeguards, to be sure), that forgiveness is the route to true inner peace, and that not everything we deem wrong or bad may be so, to that extent hassles of all shapes, sizes and colors will diminish. I am so sure of all this that I would, I hope, be willing to bet my life on these principles.” - Peter Tork, Ask Peter Tork (x)
#Peter Tork#Tork quotes#60s Tork#long read#70s Tork#90s Tork#00s Tork#10s Tork#more for the solid Tork advice files#Breakthrough Influence Company#1969#1979#1996#2008#2009#2010#The Wellesley News#Ask Peter Tork#New West Magazine#can you queue it
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For your 801 follower celebration,
I don't know if you write for him, but prompt 66 with Wolfman?
Thank you for being patient with me. This is the first time I’ve tried writing for Wolfman, and I really hope that I did him justice (or at least didn't butcher his character). The man is horribly underwritten (like most of the ‘86 crew).
Also, I changed the prompt ever so slightly (that > the). Oops.
Pairing: Leonard "Wolfman" Wolf x F!Reader
(Henry "Wolfman" Ruth x F!Reader)
Word Count: 900
Warnings: dirty talk (mild), smut, oral (f! receiving)
Minors DNI
Smut Prompt #66
After weeks of dodging your friends, they finally convinced you to come to a girls' night. They claimed you couldn't spend all your time holed up with your boyfriend, but that was precisely what you'd been doing. Not that any of them should've blamed you; your Leo was convincing. But he hadn't stood a chance against all of your girlies (most likely because he wasn't there to defend himself), and you'd been booked.
That afternoon, you called Lisa to confirm the night's plans were still good and spent the rest of the time it would take Lisa to pick up your friends to freshen up with a change of clothes. It was the height of summer, and your work-appropriate slacks were hardly comfortable in San Diego's oppressive heat, so you'd changed into a simple skirt and sighed in immediate relief as fresh air swept through the window and across your legs.
When Wolf came home from classes, you were sticking a note to the fridge and heading out the door. He caught you around the waist, exuberantly spinning the two of you before he planted a kiss on your lips. "Hey, baby." Wolf smiled at you beneath the crooked rim of his Stetson, your gloss sticky on his lips. "Where d'you think you're going?"
"To the movies," you'd insisted, preening as he nuzzled into the curve of your neck, helplessly batting at his shoulders to get him to let you go.
"Dressed like that?" came his muffled reply as he gave the swishy hem of your skirt an appreciative tug. Before you could reply, to complain about the heat, Lisa rolled up to the curb and laid on her horn.
"Leo," you giggled as you tried to work yourself out of your boyfriend's strong arms. "I've gotta go. You're going to make me late for the movie."
But instead of letting you go, Wolf had reeled you in closer. "If you leave the house wearing that, then the second you get home, I'm going to bend you over the bed." Your cheeks grew hot, but Wolf's a flirt. Playful by nature. This isn't the first thing he's said to try and rile you up, and you're sure it won't be the last.
"Sure you will," you grinned, not entirely believing him as you slipped from his arms and left him with a bubblegum smooch to the cheek as Lisa began yelling from her convertible that she would drag you out of the house if she had to.
That, of course, had been your mistake.
Assuming that Wolf wouldn't make good on his promise.
It takes a second for you to open the door, waving as your friends speed off. As the TV drones on in the living room, you toe off your shoes and smile at the thought of cuddling up with Wolf while he finishes whatever he's watching before you both call it a night. So he catches you by surprise when you look up, and he's suddenly there. Cupping your cheeks between his palms and pulling you into a sloppy kiss before corralling you toward the bedroom.
"God, baby," he breathes when you break apart, lips skimming to the corner of your jaw before stealing a shorter but no-less-urgent kiss, one of his hands dropping to play with your skirt. "You know what this does to me?" You shake your head, but as the evidence presses hot to your hip, you begin to get the picture. Wolf hums, his lips turning up against the column of your throat. "Guess I'll just have to show you, then."
Wolfman gives you a peck on the lips that contrasts the way he turns you around and promptly bends you over the side of the bed, your arms fanning out across the mattress to steady yourself. Wolf falls to his knees behind you, nudging your legs further apart as his hands trail up the sensitive insides of your thighs until he's gotten rid of your underwear.
One of his hands travels under your skirt to spread your pussy lips, the other holding onto the small of your back to keep you in place as he licks into you with a groan. And he doesn't stop until your thighs are quaking, his name leaving your lips in little mewls.
"Leo, please." He hums, tongue curling to suck on your clit. "Leo."
"Yeah, baby?" his voice is rough. Not wrecked but well on its way.
"In me," you gasp, wanting nothing more than for Wolf to climb onto the bed with you and cursing as he sucks a bruise into your thigh.
"You think you deserve it?" he asks, licking another broad stripe up your cunt. "After you got all dressed up and left me alone with a fucking hard-on?" Well, when he puts it that way, you probably don't. But it doesn't stop you from wanting.
"I didn't know," you whimper as Wolf finally pulls away, leaving you bent over the edge of the bed and your sanity. "But I can make it up to you," you promise. "Want to be good for you, Leo."
There's the metallic clink of a belt buckle and the rumple of fabric as it falls to the floor. The bed is dipping beneath Leo's hand as a warm thigh nudges your own further apart. A familiar weight settling over top of you and teasing between your legs. "I know you will."
#thirsty answers#thirsty's smut prompt list#leonard wolfman wolfe x reader#leonard wolfman wolfe x f!reader#female reader#henry wolfman ruth x reader#but we all know his name is leo#leonard wolfman wolfe#user: lisedanie#no beta we die like goose
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Hi I’m back again, I have a request for our dear Wolfman, again. Would you please write a 50 first dates ?
Thank you again for everything!
💛💛
Thinking of You
Pairing: (Henry Roth) Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth) x (Lucy Whitmore) Fem!Reader
Characters: Fem!Reader, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth), Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Carol Bradshaw, Bradley Bradshaw, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Marcus “Sundown” Williams, Sam “Merlin” Wells, Charles “Chipper” Piper, Mike “Viper” Metcalf, Bill “Cougar” Cortell, Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood, Penny Benjamin
Warnings: Fluff, angst, this is cute, Leonard is adorable, reader watches out for herself, everyone is protective of the reader and it's adorable, no fisherman here, only ranchers and cowboys, small town vibes, Iceman and Viper are the best, Pete can't cook for the life of his business, few funny moments, few serious moments here and there
Word Count: 5,307
A/N: I am so so sorry for taking forever with this one. I did not forget it, I promise. It was a whole thing with trying to find inspiration and rewatching the movie for research. But it... is... done!!!
Viper still refers to Bradley as a baby because he is (in his eyes)
Charlie is the horny German lady which I find hilarious
Yes, I used the TGM Squad as the kids for everyone who had children in the movie
The guys all have a work past with Viper
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He takes a seat at the counter, minding his own business as he reads a menu.
You smile as you walk inside, you always love coming here and not just because you get to see Penny and Pete, your favorite couple at the restaurant but because you get to make your waffle buildings.
‘Maybe today I’ll build a hut. Oh, and for the steam we can use coffee.’
Penny notices there’s a little pep in your step while she hands you a menu. “How are you doing, Butterfly?”
You giggle, “I’m doing just fine.”
She smiles and tells you your table is free.
He sees you enter the restaurant, sitting down in one of the empty booths in the middle of the row.
Penny turns around filling another customer’s coffee, she notices the looks he’s sending your way and needs to stop it before things can progress, you don’t need any more heartache (even if you don’t remember it today).
It would also save him from meeting your dad, who’s in charge of the port, Viper aka Mike or your cousin, Iceman aka Tom.
“I wouldn’t,” she tells him.
He furrows his brows and turns towards the waitress. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“You’ll only find yourself heartbroken if you try to pursue her.”
“What makes you say that?”
She purses her lips; she doesn’t find it necessary to tell him of your accident. But then she realizes he’s new and must be one of the few new cowboys that came into town.
“You’re gone for more than half of the year doing what you do. You’ve never met her but if you did and it was time to leave both of you would be crushed. Imagine how much that for a second.”
“Maybe she’d come with me.”
“She-” She sighs at the wound of glass breaking. “Excuse me while I go kick my husband out of the kitchen.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose, Pen.”
“Out of the kitchen, Maverick," a new voice says.
He doesn't know it, but it was the actual cook, Marcus.
He sighs, pushing the doors open, taking a seat beside the man. “Sounds like you did good there.”
The dejected man chuckles, “yeah.”
“Hey. You happen to know that girl sitting in the booth, would you?”
Pete glances over his slumped shoulder. “What’s it to you?”
“Woah. Woah. Why is everyone so aggressive? I was just asking a question.”
“A question that shouldn’t be asked.”
“Okay. Message received.”
“You seem like the type who won’t take no for an answer?”
Leonard chuckles, “am I really that transparent?” He chuckles to himself as he takes a sip of his coffee until he turns back to look at Pete and realizes how serious this whole thing is. “Oh, shit. Sorry, I just thought-”
“She wouldn’t go for a guy like you,” a voice says sitting on the other side of the rancher.
The two men angle their bodies to hear the man better.
Pete gives him a sarcastic smile. “Yeah, thanks for that, Cougar. We don’t need to give it any more ideas.”
“First off, it has a name and oh, she’s trying to make a door.”
The two look back and focus on you trying to get the finishing touches to your waffle house done.
He debates on walking over to you after hearing everyone’s warnings.
Clearly no one here wants to see anything bad happen to you if they’re this willing to stop him before he could try anything.
He pushes himself out of the chair, grabs a toothpick before heading over to you.
“Hey,” he starts off not to startle you entirely before sticking the toothpick in place, opening and closing the door to show you how well it works. “I thought this might help you a little more.”
You glance up at him, giving him a smile. “Well, then I guess the only thing I can say is thank you. To be honest, it probably would have taken me five minutes to figure it out, so again, I thank you for saving me from any potential embarrassment.”
Leonard lifts his hat, “I always do what I can to help a beautiful lady such as yourself.”
“Ah, I bet you say that to everyone you see then.”
He chuckles. This certainly isn’t what he was expecting when he walked over, it's different, nice even. “May I,” he gestures to the empty side of the booth.
“Please, I’d like to look a little less pathetic in front of, well everyone here.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“You flatter girls to get them in your bed and expect that very thing to happen, don’t you?”
“Uh- well,” he stutters.
You shrug, “doesn’t matter now. I’m just happy to have some company even if it’s just for a minute or two.”
“Well, then I’m happy to be of service.”
You dazzle him with another smile.
This is different from the other times he's gone out with girls.
You lift your watch to check the time. “Oh, looks like it's time for me to go. Sorry,” you sheepishly shrug as you reach for your bag.
“Uh- oh, okay. Yeah, I guess it’s time I went back to work.”
You get up and barely walk past him when you stop. “Is that you?”
“Is what me?”
“The farm smell?”
His mouth opens into an “o” making it obvious he now knows what you’re talking about. “Oh, yeah. Perks of being a rancher. Sorry about the smell. I didn’t realize it was so bad.”
You shake your head. “No, it’s- it’s not that. It’s just- it's more of a comfort thing. It reminds me of my family because my dad and my cousin are in the ranching business, and this is- the smell of, well the farm, is basically what I grew up with.”
He nods, “okay, good to know I don’t smell too much like shit.”
You chuckle, shaking your head. “Happy to help but I seriously have to go now.”
“Okay.”
You head over to Penny and pay her before saying bye to everyone.
Leonard shakes his head once he sees your car leave. “She sure is something else.” He then heads over to his car, sneakily watching you leave.
-
He spends the night talking to Rick, watching his kids. “So, you gonna ask her out?”
“Me?” Leonard shakes his head, pulling Rick’s youngest, Javy, away from the fence before his beloved (crazy) goat comes over and towards the edge to scare the kids.
The rancher isn't going to have his headbutting, crossed eyed goat injure another one of his friends' kids (even if it's on them because they didn't listen). “I- no.”
“You like her?”
The kids’ “ooh” at their dad’s comment.
“What? No. She’s just- she’s... busy?”
“Excuses.” He pushes himself off the fence, “come on kids. Your uncle needs alone time to process the fact that he’s a wimp.”
The kids mumble wimp under their breaths as they walk by.
He’s left alone with his thoughts.
-
“Did she get offered any drugs today?” Mike asks his nephew.
Tom shakes his head, “no and you know she wouldn’t take anything anyway.”
“She wouldn’t know.”
The blond glances over at the older man.
“Don’t give me that look boy.”
Neither of them says anything else as they go their separate ways before going out to the garage so they can repaint the wall.
Nick and Carole walk to the open space, "hey guys."
"Do you know what got her in such a happy mood today?" Mike asks.
The couple glance at one another.
"When we went to get food, Penny said that one of the new ranchers came in and talked to her, but I don't know what happened," Carole tells him.
"A new rancher?"
She nods. "Yeah, he's the only one here who wears his hat twenty-four seven."
"And you don't know anything about this?" Tom asks Nick.
The mustached man narrows his eyes at him, "if we knew anything else we would have told you."
"I'm just checking, mother Goose. No need to get your p-"
Mike smacks his nephew on the back of his head. "Stop it. Nick take another roll and again, thank you for the food, Carole. If you could just-"
"Set it on the counter for later, I'd be happy to."
"How's life been with the baby?"
"It's been great. I know it makes her sad that we can't bring him around here. All they've wanted since they were kids was for their kids to be friends and hangout all the time."
Mike sighs, "yeah."
Carole sneaks up the stairs to check on you. She barely opens the door and sees you standing there, a smile breaks across her face. She's happy to know that you're safe and sound for another day.
-
The next day is a weird one... for Leonard.
He had no idea what was going to happen when he made his way to the restaurant, and he most certainly wasn’t expecting you to not remember him (and mean it).
Sure, he’s had a few girls say they don’t remember him but after some persuading and mentions of certain clues, they break, this time with you though, not so much.
A few minutes passed after you ran out until someone explained to him why he shouldn’t continue doing what he’s doing.
“Everyone knows but,” Penny sighs. “She was in an accident that killed her mom and left her with what the doctors believe to be permanent brain damage.”
That is the last thing Leonard was expecting to learn about you. “All those light threats make sense now.”
“Now that you know, are you going to keep trying to date her?” Penny asks him. "Because if you’re not and you break her heart, you can just leave now. We won’t tolerate that kind of behavior.”
He nods and finishes his coffee, coming up with a few ideas.
-
Rick lounges on his couch, as usual, and watches as his friend jots down a few things. “You must really like this girl if you’re so willing to do just about anything for her.”
Leonard shrugs, “I don’t think that’s it.”
“Well, you’re doing something really nice for her, someone you’ve met a few times. As for me, your best friend barely gets a birthday card.”
“You’ve been giving yourself your own gift every year.”
“Oh, yeah and what’s that?”
“Your kids.”
“Damn, you’re good.”
-
He sits at the counter in front of the kitchen, waiting for you to come in so he can ask to eat with you.
You enter, at the same time as always, greeting Penny and Pete before sitting down to look at the menu.
He stands up and walks over to you, “hey, is this seat taken?”
You look up from the menu, “yeah, that’s my boyfriend's seat.”
“Oh, it is?”
You nod, “and he won’t be happy to know that some random guy sat there while talking to his girlfriend.”
“What if we say we’re just friends?”
“Are we though? I mean, I don’t even know your name.”
“Leonard.”
“I wasn’t asking. Look, I gotta go.”
Everyone hears the commotion outside and runs out to see what’s happening, Penny and Leonard being the fastest to get outside when they hear your voice.
“It’s not- it’s October thirteenth.”
Nick slams his car door closed before rushing over, wrapping his arms around you, wanting to give you some kind of protection.
Leonard takes a step forward, ready to tell the cop everything when Penny gets to him first.
Pete grabs the cowboy, “you and Goose are gonna take her home. She needs to be with her family right now. She needs comfort.”
He nods, taking his words into consideration.
The boys get you into the car, but the ride home is a blur, you don’t even know if you’ve responded to Leonard.
-
Your father and cousin are outside before you know it.
"What happened?" Mike asks, taking in your state of distress.
Nick looks up at the older man with sad eyes. "She found out again."
He closes his eyes, rubbing his chin.
Tom comes to your other side, the two men helping you inside.
The mustached man stops the rancher before he could step any further onto his front porch. "I'm gonna have to stop you right there."
Leonard furrows his brows. "What do you mean?"
"You being here isn't good for her."
"What does that mean?"
"This is something we've done before. You have never been involved."
"How would you know?"
"You don't know her, and you don't need to concern yourself with her. I'm asking you once and only once. It's time for you to go."
The man turns around, not even waiting to see if he's going to walk away.
Nick peaks through the window, whispering, "what are you doing?"
Leonard rushes closer. "He kicked me out."
"He doesn't want her to be more heartbroken than she is. Are you here for her or for you?"
"What- why are you asking?"
"If you're here because you want to date her, I'll let you in. If not, you can turn your sorry ass around."
He didn't even have to hesitate. "Open the door."
The blond smiles and lifts the windowpane higher. "You said you'd open the door."
"I'd like to not have my ass kicked too bad, thank you."
He rolls his eyes and crawls through, listening to your cries as you listen to what you went through again.
"Can we- I want to talk to the doctor." You quietly hiccup, "I'm sure I've already talked to him but let me go again. Please?" You ask your father.
He nods and you all are off to the facility you were in for some time after your accident.
-
"It's the same thing I've told you before," Dr. Simpson finishes.
You nod, "I'm sure you have, and I appreciate you taking the time to explain it to me again."
Leonard and Nick were stuck talking to one of the patients, (ten second) Sam.
"Hi, I'm Sam."
They nod and introduce themselves to him and continue to do so until Tom grabs them by their collars, hauling them out of the building.
"You two idiots wanted to stay. Stop getting distracted."
-
Once you got home, you decided to go to your room and write in your journal, needing to process everything.
"Would it- could I go talk to her?"
Mike silently nods.
"Go get 'em, tiger."
Nick averts his gaze your dad's stern look.
-
He knocks on the door, waiting for you to answer as he removes his hat.
The door swings open.
You stare at him through your lashes. "What do you want?"
"To talk. Check on you."
"I'm fine. Go home. I'd say I'll talk to you tomorrow, but I'll forget you by midnight." You walk back into your room, leaving the door open.
He takes that as an invitation and enters. "I- uh-"
"I don't want you to feel like you have to stay after everything you’ve learned. I would understand if you didn't want to talk anymore."
"No!" He nearly screams before realizing his mistake and sits down. "I mean, I don't mind it. This- your twenty-four-hour memory is no problem. I- I actually think you're worth getting to know, every day."
You don't give him a verbal response as you nod, unsure of how to respond.
As you two bask in the silence, the other's downstairs are preparing for the next day.
-
“You coming to the garage or are you going to call Carole?” Tom asks him after his uncle walks out of the room.
“What do you think?”
Your cousin rolls his eyes, “still as lazy as the day I met you.”
“Hey, I am offended.”
“Good.”
Nick shakes his head, mumbling a variety of comebacks that he would never say out loud because he values his life.
-
Leonard reaches around, rubbing your shoulder, not realizing the time or what’s about to happen.
You wake, opening your eyes and start screaming, alerting everyone in the house.
Tom and Mike make it to your room in no time.
The older man hauls the rancher out of your room and out of the house. “I thought I told you to stay away.”
“You might have.”
“Then why aren’t you?”
“Sir, I really care about your daughter and honestly, the thought of showing her how much I care about her everyday sounds-”
“Like you’ve got some kind of ulterior motive.”
“That hurts. No, I mean, telling her every day that I care for her and making her fall for me again and again. I can’t explain it but, I know I’m the right guy for her. Everyone here cares for her and I’d like to count myself lucky enough to be a part of that community. I know you think I’m messing with her but that’s not true and even if you push me away, I will still be here and continue to stand by her.”
Mike has a lot to think about now.
He nods, “don’t come around today. She needs time to heal and take it all in, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m sure I'll hear from you later. Now go.”
Leonard smiles as he leaves. He spends the day making a gift, as a precaution he doesn’t come by for a couple of days.
Leonard has a lot of things to think about.
If he stays and builds a relationship with you, he’s going to be putting his dreams on the back burner; something he’s had his mind set on for a long, long time now.
Can he, do it?
Is it worth it?
As much as it hurts him to think about, he needs to. But then he thinks of you again and it is.
He makes a mental note to email his response.
-
He knocks on the door and Tom answers it. “You’re back? I thought you decided to leave.”
The rancher shakes his head, “nope. Can’t get rid of me that easily. I- uh- I actually made something and I want to play it for her. I don’t know if it’ll help but, you never know.”
He steps aside, giving Leonard enough room to walk by.
“Thanks.”
You and your father enter the living room, seeing him placing the tape in the VHS player.
The tape plays before either of you could ask what's going on.
Your name flashes across the screen, drawing your attention along with mentions of the accident and Bradley, Carole and Nick's son who's four now.
You touch the scar hidden by your hair.
Tom stands back, waiting for what you decide to do.
Mike rubs his hand across his face. "Did you do this?"
He nods. "I did."
You take a deep breath and grab his arm, bringing him with you.
-
"Where are we going?"
You don't answer him.
"Should I be worried?"
You stop in front of your car. "Do you ever shut up?"
"I could."
"Do it now."
"Stop being mean to me or I swear I'm gonna fall in love with you."
You roll your eyes. "I need to talk to you, and I don't want to do it with my guard dogs nearby."
"Oh, sure."
He opens the door for you, earning a furrowed brow look from you.
You don't say anything as you drive to the one place no one knows about.
"Are we-"
"The accident site, yeah. I didn’t know that at the time but now that I do, it doesn't change the special value it holds."
"That's good." He turns to you, seeing the way you're staring at him. "What?"
"We need to end this."
"End what?"
"You know what."
"Honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Leonard-"
He cuts you off before you can continue. "You remember my name?"
"If you'd let me get a word in, you'd know that the only reason I know of you is because I have a journal. I've been keeping notes of everything, I just- I never realized it."
"And that means we need to not see each other anymore?"
"Exactly."
"Why?"
"You."
"I'm not following."
"You," you close your eyes, huffing through your nose. "You're so sweet and have been since we first met but you're going to get hurt."
"What makes you think that?"
"You've stayed longer than any guy ever has but to do this every day is just- I know it's a lot."
"It's nothing."
"See, that!" You point at him. "That right there is exactly why I'm ending this. You've got such a pure heart and I can't be the reason it breaks when you realize it's not worth it to stay."
"Who's to say that I'll stop feeling what I do?"
You avoid eye contact as your tears blur your vision. "You will, just like I know how my father and Tom are tired of it. They'll never admit it, but everyone has their breaking point and I think us meeting and seeing each other has pushed theirs. I'm really sorry, I like you. I do but I'm doing this to protect us."
You offer him a weak smile as the tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks.
Before you leave to go back inside, you hand him your journal.
He pulls you back and kisses you.
Your first kiss with one another and it's amazing but can't last forever.
You pull away, walking inside with heavy steps; barely able to keep yourself together.
Tom nor Mike stops you, but they do make sure to call Nick and Carole, knowing you'll need a good day tomorrow even if you don't remember it.
-
Leonard doesn't come into the diner for a few days.
Carole sits with you at your job while Rick, Nick, and Pete drive Mike and Tom to see him off.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"We couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye," Rick tells him.
"That's nice but how do you know these guys?" Leonard points between the guys in the group.
"We used to work together before I decided to settle down," his friend explains.
"Is that what you've been telling people?" Pete asks, staring at the man with a confused expression.
Rick glances at the man, "what are you talking about? Of course, that's what I've been telling people. It's the truth."
Pete shrugs, "I just thought-"
"Thought what?"
Nick smacks the two across the back of their heads. "Alright you idiots, there's a time and a place to talk about this. Now is not it."
The two grumbled, rubbing the now sore spot.
"We came here to talk to Wolfman before he left."
"You told them?"
"We all worked for him," Rick points to Mike. "Of course, I'm going to tell them."
"Anyway," the oldest chimes in. "We're here to send you off but not before giving you this." He hands him a CD.
"Really?" The rancher asks, not understanding the sentimental thought behind it just yet.
Mike nods, "I think you'll like it. Check side B, song four. Everything will make sense after that." The older man walks away, letting the others take their time in following.
Nick pats Leonard on the back, saluting him before wishing him luck. "I wish you luck, my friend."
"I'm pretty sure you just jinxed me."
"That's for the theater and you're going to need it one way or another."
The rancher frowns.
Pete chuckles, "you really leaving?"
The blond shrugs. "What else can I do? She told me she doesn't want me, and I can't force myself into her life, you know. Whether she remembers me or not. I'm going to respect her decision."
"That's really nice of you, not everyone would do that."
"I keep telling you I'm not like everyone."
"And I understand why. You're going to do great, kid."
The man in the cowboy hat purses his lips as his brows knit together in confusion. "If I'm not mistaken, we're the same age."
"Potato, potahtoe."
"Not the same."
Pete smirks and slaps his arm before jogging to Mike's car.
"You really want to leave?" Rick asks, standing beside him, resting his arms on the fence. "Because I'm not buying this whole "I can do this" thing. I mean, from what I've heard it sounds like you love her but who am I to assume."
Leonard shakes his head, "you heard wrong."
"That's a load of bull and you know it."
"You'll never know."
"The kids are going to miss you."
"They'll find something else to occupy them."
“You know they won’t.”
“Whatever you say, man.”
Rick’s hand hovers over his friend’s shoulder, he doesn’t pat him like everyone else had (knowing he’ll be back in no time). “You’re an idiot.”
Leonard lets out a dry, “thanks.”
Tom gives him a knowing look, “you know I’m right.”
“If you’re just going to be a jerk, leave with the others. I don’t want to talk to you.”
“You said you were going to stay by her side no matter what. What happened to that guy?”
“She made the decision. She doesn’t want me around; thinks she’s going to save me from heartache or something.”
“You’re an idiot.” Tom walks away, leaving him with his thoughts.
Leonard shakes his head, not understanding half of what just happened; all he knows is that he’s offended. He hops in his truck, his heart heavy and mind full of useless thoughts; he places the CD in the car player.
Half forgetting he’s had the damn thing this whole time and never once thought to use it. He skips to the song Mike told him to play.
He’s barely on the road for ten minutes and gets out of his thoughts, his fingers stop tapping along to the beat on the steering wheel when he slams on the brakes. “Holy shit! Holy- no way. No way!”
His smile is as wide as can be. “I knew the old man liked me.”
He turns the car around and heads towards the office you visited when you were told about the accident again.
-
He runs through the door, trying to sneak in by the security guards before anyone can kick him out.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” He turns to face them, removing his hat.
He shrugs, not saying a word.
Maybe playing dumb would be easier?
The taller of the two stares at him with raised brows as his partner takes in Leonard’s appearance. “Go on in.”
Ron turns to Charles, “what’s wrong with you? What if he was a murderer or some psycho?”
“Did he look like a psycho to you?”
“No but-”
“But nothing. I got good vibes from him.”
“What did you smoke for breakfast?”
“I’m not answering that,” Charles says, checking the computer for today’s schedule.
“If someone gets murdered, I’m not protecting you.”
“Dick move.”
“Cya, man.”
“What?”
Ron pats his shoulder, “cover your ass. I’d remember that if I were you.”
-
Leonard runs into the room, eyes scanning all around and over anyone in the room, only to not find you, for the moment.
He wanders further into the room, tempted to ask around when he sees ten second Sam and decides not to, there’s too much time that could be wasted and he can’t waste a second right now.
You turn the corner, not noticing him as you help someone outline the outline of their sketch.
A voice calls out to you, and you turn, finding him.
“Hi? Do you- nevermind, stupid question. Could I- uh- could I talk to you for a minute?” He asks.
You know everyone here will be fine for a few minutes. You hesitate to answer him. “I- we can- just- just follow me.”
-
You two stand in your special art room. “Have we met before?”
His chin juts out. “What?” His eyes wander around the room, finally understanding.
“As you can see, I’ve seen you before. I mean, I know I’ve talked to you, but I don’t remember it. You- you haunt my dreams. I’ve seen us in my favorite restaurant, as if we were on a date and- and I don’t know if it was real or not.” He can see how it’s wracking your brain to try and remember something that won’t be there.
He nods, “we have. We’ve met a few times.”
“That’s all you’re going to say?”
He holds a journal in front of you, “if you really want to find out, read this. It’ll tell you everything.”
You stare at the cover, wondering if you should read it or not.
You hold it close to your chest and stretch your hand out for him. “Hi.”
He raises his brow but shakes your hand. “Hi?”
“We’re starting over.”
“Oh, that makes more sense.”
The door opens, “Hi, “I’m Sam.”
You purse your lips, trying to hold in your laughter.
“And our special moment has a little twist.”
“Leave Sam out?”
He nods, “we’re leaving him out.”
You nod and slowly remove your hand from his. “Hi, I’m Sam.”
“I swear to-”
-
You push open the door and cover your eyes when the sun hits you. Leonard turns around and smiles at the sight of you looking as beautiful as always. “Hey, you’re up.”
You nod, your eyes landing on your precious baby boy, Jake, pretending to be like his dad with ranching.
“How are you feeling this morning?”
Your daughter, Natasha, runs over to you with her arms open for a hug.
Everyone always says that a mother and her child share a special bond, in this case it’s true because you open your arms and scoop her up, holding her close to you, even if it is a little strange just finding out she’s your daughter after watching the video Leonard made for you.
“I’m okay, a little weird this morning.”
“I don’t blame you.”
You tilt your head up at him, staring at him like you’re trying to memorize his face. “I think Tom’s doing things he shouldn’t.”
He turns around, finding your cousin doing the exact opposite of what he told him to and hands Jake to your father so he can help your cousin from messing up his ranch (any more than he already has). “Son of a-”
“Language!” You and Mike shout.
“I wasn’t going to actually say it,” Leonard tells you two.
You and your dad share a look. “He’s your husband, you take care of it.” And he walks away.
“So rude,” you mumble to yourself.
“Hey guys!” Nick and Carole wave as Bradley runs towards Natasha (who hasn’t left your side until this moment).
You smile and wave back, hugging Carole tightly.
“Let's go inside and see what you have in your kitchen for breakfast.”
You lean in closer to her, whispering, “does he ever eat? I swear he is always raiding my pantry.”
“Fast metabolism.”
“I don’t buy it.”
“Can I tell you something?” She asks.
You nod.
“Neither do I.”
-
You, Carole, and Nick grimace at the sight of Leonard's friend and his coworker-
"Can they eat each other's faces somewhere else?" Nick mumbles. "I'm trying to eat here."
You and her share a look.
"You're still eating," his wife points out.
He shrugs. "I can't pass up when Sundown cooks. That'd be like disrespecting Penny."
Leonard walks through the door and grimaces. "You two need to stop trying to eat each other and enjoy breakfast. This is not what I imagined when I suggested you two go out."
Charlotte and Rick part from one another, offering weak apologies.
You and Carole can't help but laugh.
The rancher turns around at the sound of your laughter and knows that he wouldn’t trade this for the world.
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6th Hollywood Critics’ Association Awards — Winners
Best Picture
Avatar: The Way of Water
Elvis
Everything Everywhere All At Once — WINNER
RRR
TÁR
The Banshees of Inisherin
The Fabelmans
The Woman King
Top Gun: Maverick
Women Talking
Best Director
Baz Luhrmann – Elvis
Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert – Everything Everywhere All At Once — WINNER
Gina Prince-Bythewood – The Woman King
James Cameron – Avatar: The Way of Water
Martin McDonagh – The Banshees of Inisherin
Park Chan-wook – Decision to Leave
S.S. Rajamouli – RRR
Sarah Polley – Women Talking
Steven Spielberg – The Fabelmans
Todd Field – TÁR
Best Actress
Cate Blanchett – TÁR
Danielle Deadwyler – Till
Michelle Williams – The Fabelmans
Michelle Yeoh – Everything Everywhere All At Once — WINNER
Viola Davis – The Woman King
Best Actor
Austin Butler – Elvis
Brendan Fraser – The Whale — WINNER
Colin Farrell – The Banshees of Inisherin
Paul Mescal – Aftersun
Tom Cruise – Top Gun: Maverick
Best Supporting Actress
Angela Bassett – Black Panther: Wakanda Forever — WINNER
Hong Chau – The Whale
Jamie Lee Curtis – Everything Everywhere All at Once
Keke Palmer – Nope
Kerry Condon – The Banshees of Inisherin
Stephanie Hsu – Everything Everywhere All at Once
Best Supporting Actor
Barry Keoghan – The Banshees of Inisherin
Ben Whishaw – Women Talking
Brendan Gleeson – The Banshees of Inisherin
Brian Tyree Henry – Causeway
Ke Huy Quan – Everything Everywhere All at Once — WINNER
Best Cast Ensemble
Babylon
Everything Everywhere All At Once — WINNER
Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery
The Woman King
Women Talking
Best Voice or Motion-Capture Performance
Antonio Banderas – Puss in Boots: The Last Wish
Ewan McGregor – Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio
Jenny Slate – Marcel the Shell with Shoes On — WINNER
Rosalie Chiang – Turning Red
Zoe Saldaña – Avatar: The Way of Water
Best Action Film
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever
RRR — WINNER
The Batman
The Woman King
Top Gun: Maverick
Best Animated Film
Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio — WINNER
Marcel The Shell With Shoes On
Puss in Boots: The Last Wish
The Bad Guys
Turning Red
Best Comedy
Bros
Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery — WINNER
The Menu
The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent
Triangle of Sadness
Best Documentary Film
All the Beauty and The Bloodshed
Fire of Love
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Moonage Daydream
Selena Gomez: My Mind & Me
Best First Feature
Charlotte Wells – Aftersun — WINNER
Lila Neugebauer – Causeway
John Patton Ford – Emily the Criminal
Elegance Bratton – The Inspection
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Best Horror Film
Barbarian
Bones and All
Nope
The Black Phone — WINNER
X
Best Indie Film
Aftersun
Cha Cha Real Smooth
Everything Everywhere All At Once
Marcel the Shell with Shoes On — WINNER
TÁR
Best International Film
All Quiet on the Western Front
Argentina, 1985
Close
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RRR — WINNER
Best Short Film
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Regret to Inform You
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Best Adapted Screenplay
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Rian Johnson – Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery
Samuel D. Hunter – The Whale
Sarah Polley – Women Talking — WINNER
Best Original Screenplay
Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert – Everything Everywhere All At Once — WINNER
Martin McDonagh – The Banshees of Inisherin
Seth Reiss & Will Tracy – The Menu
Steven Spielberg & Tony Kushner – The Fabelmans
Todd Field – TÁR
Best Casting Director
Everything Everywhere All At Once – Sarah Finn
Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery – Mary Vernieu and Bret Howe — WINNER
The Menu – Mary Vernieu and Bret Howe
The Woman King – Aisha Coley
Women Talking – John Buchan and Jason Knight
Best Cinematography
Avatar: The Way of Water – Russell Carpenter
Everything Everywhere All At Once – Larkin Seiple
The Batman – Greig Fraser
The Fabelmans – Janusz Kamiński
Top Gun: Maverick – Claudio Miranda — WINNER
Best Costume Design
Babylon – Mary Zophres
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever – Ruth Carter — WINNER
Elvis – Catherine Martin
Mrs. Harris Goes To Paris – Jenny Beavan
The Woman King – Gersha Phillips
Best Editing
Decision to Leave – Kim Sang-bum
Everything Everywhere All At Once – Paul Rogers — WINNER
Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery – Bob Ducsay
RRR – A. Sreekar Prasad
Top Gun: Maverick – Eddie Hamilton
Best Makeup and Hairstyling
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever – Camille Friend and Joel Harlow
Elvis – Shane Thomas, Mark Coulier, Jason Baird, and Louise Coulston
Everything Everywhere All At Once – Michelle Chung and Anissa Salazar
The Batman – Naomi Donne, Mike Marino, and Zoe Tahir
The Whale – Adrien Morot, Judy Chin, and Anne Marie Bradley — WINNER
Best Marketing Campaign
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever
Everything Everywhere All At Once
Nope
Smile — WINNER
Top Gun: Maverick
Best Original Song
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever – “Lift Me Up” performed by Rihanna
Elvis – “Vegas” performed by Doja Cat
RRR – “Naatu Naatu” performed by Rahul Sipligunj and Kaala Bhairava — WINNER
Top Gun: Maverick – “Hold My Hand” performed by Lady Gaga
Turning Red – “Nobody Like U” performed by 4Town
Best Production Design
Avatar: The Way of Water – Dylan Cole, Ben Procter and Vanessa Cole
Babylon – Florencia Martin and Anthony Carlino — WINNER
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever – Hannah Beachler and Lisa K. Sessions
Elvis – Catherine Martin, Karen Murphy, and Bev Dunn
The Batman – James Chinlund and Lee Sandales
Best Score
Babylon – Justin Hurwitz — WINNER
Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio – Alexandre Desplat
The Banshees of Inisherin – Carter Burwell
The Batman – Michael Giacchino
Women Talking – Hildur Guðnadóttir
Best Sound
Avatar: The Way of Water – Christopher Boyes, Gwendolyn Yates Whittle, Dick Bernstein, Gary Summers, Michael Hedges, and Julian Howarth
Elvis – David Lee, Wayne Pashley, Andy Nelson, and Michael Keller
Nope – Johnnie Burn and Jose Antonio Garcia
The Batman – Stuart Wilson, William Files, Douglas Murray, and Andy Nelson
Top Gun: Maverick – Mark Weingarten, James H. Mather, Al Nelson, Chris Burdon, and Mark Taylor — WINNER
Best Stunts
Everything Everywhere All At Once
RRR — WINNER
The Batman
The Woman King
Top Gun: Maverick
Best Visual Effects
Avatar: The Way of Water – Joe Letteri, Richard Baneham, Eric Saindon, and Daniel Barrett — WINNER
Everything Everywhere All At Once – Zak Stoltz, Ethan Feldbau, Benjamin Brewer and Jeff Desom
Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio – Aaron Weintraub, Brian Leif Hansen, Georgina Hayns and Ian Mackinnon
RRR – V. Srinivas Mohan
Top Gun: Maverick – Ryan Tudhope, Scott R. Fisher, Seth Hill and Bryan Litson
Special Honorary Awards
Acting Achievement Award: Angela Bassett
Artisan Achievement Award: Rick Carter
Filmmaking Achievement Award: Rian Johnson
Spotlight Award: RRR
Star on the Rise Award: Gabriel LaBelle
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My Letters to You
Pairing: Urban Wyatt x fem!reader
Warnings: very sad, mentions of death & maybe, possibly singledad!urban. (I hope to write more happy stuff but this came from a dream:))
Maggie Lindemann Face claim
In which Urban Wyatt’s childhood friend and long term girlfriend dies in a car accident but little does he know, she left him letters in case she left this world before him.
Y/FULL/NAME
24 years of age
Y/BDAY 1997 - May 30th 2022
On May 30th 2022 at approximately 4:22 pm, a tragic car accident resulted in the loss of 4 lives with one being Y/N. Y/n is survived by her father Y/dads/n, her brother (insert name), her sister (insert name), her long term boyfriend Urban Henry Wyatt and her daughter Novaleigh Ruth Wyatt as well as many other family and friends. Funeral services will be held at Beevis Funeral Home from 12pm until 2pm immediately followed by Y/N’s celebration of life which will take place at Thomas Moore park from 3pm until 5pm. Please join us this Sunday beginning at 12pm. All are welcome.
Urban sighs, placing your obituary beside his mothers just as he hears little footsteps making their way down the stairs of the house you once shared with him. ‘Daddy!!’ He turns around seeing the sweet little girl the two of you created together. He kneels down before her. ‘Yes my sweet girl?’ He asks her. ‘Can you help me? I tried to do it myself and I can’t get my dressed zipped up and its making me upset.’ She huffs now with a pout on her face. Urban smiles down at her with a small laugh. ‘Just like your mommy baby. Turn around my love.’ Once he gets her dress zipped, she turns around excited. ‘Thank you daddy! I’m going to grab my shoes and I’ll be ready to go, okay? Don’t leave without me! I don’t want to miss seeing mommy one last time.’ She says to her father with tears now filling her eyes. It almost makes Urban break down right then and there but he stays strong for her, he needs to be strong for her. He picks Novaleigh up and she immediately places her head in the crook of his neck as her tears begin to fall. ‘I miss mommy, daddy. I’m so glad to have you but why did momma have to go? I wasn’t ready daddy. Please don’t leave me like momma.’ His heart strings about tear apart at her words. ‘I miss her too, sweet girl. The choice to leave wasn’t hers baby, I promise. If she could, mommy would be here right now dancing with us all through the house. I promise you Valeigh that daddy is always going to be here okay? I love you lil ma.’ She lifts her head to look up at her father. ‘I love you to daddy, with my whole heart.’ He kisses her temple. ‘Let’s go get your shoes so we can go see mommy yeah?’ Novaleigh nods her head as she and her dad makes their way back up the stairs.
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After the the services
Urban sits on the couch with the tv playing as if he is actually watching what’s on the screen. Instead, he is just staring at the wall of pictures you had made with all of your memories from prom, the birth of Novaleigh, all the way up until 4 days before you passed. The day he took you to a sunflower field, the look on your face as you turned around to face him was magical that he just had to capture the moment. God he missed you. With Novaleigh now in bed, he makes his way to the fridge to grab a water when he notices something sticking out from under the coffee machine, your coffee machine. He grabs it thinking that it was a piece of trash that snuck its way underneath but soon realizes that there are words across it.
My Urby Kurby
(To only be opened if in the worst case scenario, I have left you behind)
He hesitantly unfolds the small piece of paper.
My Forever,
If you’re reading this then that means that one of two things have occurred. One, we have broken up (I really hope this never happens) or two, I have passed on and left you and lil ma behind (if this is the reason, then I am so sorry my love)
But there is a shoe box hidden on the highest shelf in the hallway closet downstairs that is for you. When you are ready, please open it. It has been years in the making. There’s some pretty good stuff in there lol. Anyways baby, always remember that I’m in love with you and will be until the very end of eternity. Muah!!
He folds the piece of now tear stained paper as he makes his way to the location you provided him. He reaches to the top shelf and feels for the shoebox before successfully retrieving and finding his way back to the couch. My Letters To You, the box reads. He removes the lid to reveal papers full to the brim all which appear to be numbered. He grabs the first letter. Taking a deep breath, he begins to read.
Urban,
If you’re reading this then that means that either we have broken up or I am no longer with you. I hope and pray that it isn’t the latter but if it is then I am so deeply and incredibly sorry. But please don’t grieve over me for too long, you have to be strong for lil ma, she needs you more than ever right now. If I’m gone, please tell her that mommy loves her more than anything and make sure to give her all the kisses, hugs, love and adoration in the world for me. You two were everything to me, I love you both so much.
The letters within this box are numbered by the order they should be read in. I tried to stack them in order but in case they went crazy, I thought putting numbers on them would be the best way. Anyways, only read them if you’re ready too and please don’t let Novaleigh know about them until she’s a little older. And always remember that I love you both, until the end of eternity.
Urban didn’t think that he had anymore tears left but yet here he is, vision blurry and whisper quiet sobs escaping through his lips. He placed the first letter next to him upside down to keep the order before grabbing letter number two. Trying to keep his composure, he begins to read once again.
June 1st 2014,
May 2nd 1998. That was the first day we supposedly met for the first time. I don’t remember it all and I’m pretty sure you don’t either since you were brand new but my mom always said that we were attached at the hip from that day forward. I am so glad that our moms were best friends and had us just shy of a year apart because I have a permanent best friend and I couldn’t have asked for a better one. Well, we’re not just best friends anymore are we? You asked me out on a date exactly 2 days, 6 hours and 23 minutes ago to be exact. Not that I was counting and I’m so excited, I’m actually getting ready right now while I write this letter. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time and it’s finally happening. I hope it’s not a dare though, that would make me sad. Anyways Urby, I have to finish getting ready, you should be here any minute now.
Sincerely y/n
He placed the letter upside down on top of the first one. He can’t wait to read the rest of these letter but before he continues, He smiles gently before whispering ‘you’re with our moms again, ma. I really hope you’re having fun up there.’ He grabs the next letter, ready to dive in down memory lane.
I hope y’all enjoyed it! I know it’s quite sad (and looong) but I have quite a few more parts to it-the letters get better, I promise. I hope to have part two of this series up hopefully tomorrow! Muah!
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The Mosley Review: Argylle
In the world of the spy action genre, very few have successfully planted their flag and changed up the formula while still having fun with it. Director Matthew Vaughn showed that he had a unique style and vision for genre with the Kingsman franchise. He showed that he will still have the plot twists, the larger than life villains and fun action sequences but a signature visual flare that is unmistakable. Well he's done that yet again, but this time its a problematic balance. I love when the idea of books coming to life is toyed with in reality and this film has so much fun with that concept. From the opening scene to the end of the second act, I was adoring how much fun I was having with the twist and turns, the action sequences and sometimes off beat charm of the comedy. Where it lost me is when the film breaks its own rules of realism and brings everything that was in the fantastical world into the real. I can absolutely pinpoint where the film falls apart and ceases to be a fun surreal spy action comedy and becomes a implosive parody of itself. I'm all about a storyteller's creative vision being realized, but sometimes being told no is a good thing.
Henry Cavill was perfectly charming and witty as the fictional live action version of the titular book character. He has that perfect level suave and I absolutely wish the entire film stayed in his world as this film once again proves he would be a great James Bond. Dua Lipa was good for the time she was on screen as the Bond girl equivalent LaGrange. John Cena was good as well as his Argylle's partner Wyatt. He was an excellent Q to his Bond. Bryce Dallas Howard was great as the author of the titular character's story, Elly Conway. The journey she goes through as the world she created and predicted starts attacking her in real life was fun and filled with great comedic timing. I loved the psychological toll it was taking on her as she would diss-associate by having Argylle as her coping mechanism. A deeper meaning comes into the play later for her and I liked that fun take. Sam Rockwell will always and forever be the most fun and enjoyable presence on screen and as Aidan, he excels at that again. He makes the character a great and nonchalant action hero that I was rooting for the entire way and loved his emotional connection to a certain character. The chemistry between him and Elly was fun and made for a good rom com. Samuel L. Jackson was just hanging out and having fun as the hacker Alfred Solomon. Catherine O'Hara is always a joy on screen and as Elly's mom, Ruth, she was a blast. Bryan Cranston was awesome as the The Division director Ritter and he gets to have some truly sinister moments in the film that stand out above the rest.
The score by Lorne Balfe was excellent and nails the mix of disco and early 70's style of Bond. The visual effects range from outstanding to purposefully campy and that is where the film lost me. I get for certain characters, the visual flare of the hallway shootout is sort of a romantic and colorful celebration in their heads and I liked that, but that’s where the hijinks should've stopped. What follows after the hallway shootout is a sequence that tells you that if "X" catches on fire from a single bullet, everyone is dead. The film ignores this rule and goes absolutely bananas by having a certain character do something without a doubt kills everyone including themselves with an instant spark from 2 weapons they use. I'm trying to be spoiler free as I can, but it was so stupid and it ruins the film. Expecting your audience to believe we're grounded again after betraying them 10 seconds ago, was insulting. The film would've saved face and 10 minutes if that sequences was cut completely and stayed within the tone of the film. Director Matthew Vaughn has his signature style all over this film and he truly gets the fun of the spy action genre, but like I said before, someone should've told to stop with his usual antics and focus on the main plot. You had everything right, but he just went too far. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!
#argylle#henry cavill#bryce dallas howard#john cena#sam rockwell#ariana debose#catherine o'hara#bryan cranston#samuel l jackson
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