#HENRY IS SO BORING. THIS EPISODE IS NOT HELPING HIM.

[quietwingsinthesky]

I would take five more seasons of Samuel and his shiny bald head over the men of letters is what I’m saying

[rustystars]

me & my sister seem to rewatch eureka at least once a year but every time it shocks me how hard i go for carter & allison like oh godddd when i was 12 i thought you were the height of tv romance. & i was right

[featherandferns]

angel (fic)

jj maybank x fem!shy!kook!reader | technically the sequel for fascinating new thing, but can be read as a stand-alone too

content warning: pure filth, to be honest; sex (f and m self-pleasure; protected, p in v)

word count: 3k

blurb: jj knows there's something hidden beneath all the layers of quiet and meek; he just has to coax it out of you.

Nobody expected JJ Maybank to end-up having a thing for you, including JJ himself. He couldn’t explain how it happened, or when exactly, but it went from him being somewhat wary of you to completely desperate to have your gaze on him. It seemed that one day you just had him: hook, line and sinker. JJ had sort of accepted that he didn’t have a chance, especially with a certain ginger haired boy lingering in the background. He’d admire from afar and settle for friendship if that’s all you could offer him. But then you kissed him, and everything seemed to fall into place. JJ was allowed privy to your thoughts and the different facets of yourself: watching you song write and waking you from a nightmare and indulging in the late-night baking. He liked every part of it. Everything that was you.

Well, almost everything.

“You can’t seriously enjoy this crap?”

“Be quiet, please,” you mumble.

JJ rolls his eyes. He has one arm under his head, propping it up so he can see the screen of your laptop, and the other on your stomach, resting atop your tee shirt. He’s spooning you, cosy under the sheets of your bed.

It’s the second time he’s been in your bedroom. It’s a nice room; perfectly encapsulates you. Vinyl records and CDs and a million and one potted plants and succulents. Fairly lights draped above your bed and around a pinboard of pictures and keepsakes, shining a delicate golden hue on your belongings. An acoustic guitar rests against the wall by your bedroom door. It’s wide open right now. No need to have it shut; your parents aren’t home.

Looking back to the screen, JJ tries and fails to hold in a sigh.

“Can you be quiet, please?” you repeat.

“Who is that? The guy?”

“George the third.”

“The third? Is that the one that murdered all his wives?”

“JJ, I can’t hear it,” you complain quietly.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. He barely pays attention to the drama on the screen, too busy foraging through his brains for the history of English royals. “Is he though?”

You sigh, annoyed. “No. That’s Henry the Eighth. And he didn’t murder all of them. Just two.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay then,” JJ sarcastically replies.

For some reason, he feels as though you’ve rolled your eyes. He attempts to watch the show that you’ve become obsessed with lately. The characters don’t talk like normal people. Everything is so flowery and over-the-top that he hardly understands what they’re talking about. It’s boring and dull and overdramatic. He lets his mind wander.

“Baby?”

“JJ?”

“Just a quick question.”

“Yes?” you sigh, patience clearly dwindling.

“Is George the Third the one that got really fat?”

“No, that’s George the fourth,” you say.

“Which one’s George the third then?”

“George the third is the one that was ruler when America won its independence. I mean, do you listen to anything in history?” you chuckle. JJ feels the muscles in your belly tighten and loosen as you do.

“Sometimes,” he shrugs. “When it’s interesting. Like, I don’t get how all of this—”

“Shush! I can’t hear what they’re saying!” you snap.

JJ can’t help but snigger. He likes when you lose your temper with him; let the good-girl side of you slip for a moment to put him in his place.

He nuzzles his face into your hair. It smells like cedarwood and salt water. Maybe he’ll just have a nap. You’re not coming away from the show anytime soon – not until the episode’s done, anyway. JJ closes his eyes and vaguely tunes into the droning of dialogue. Lady this and sire that. He’s just about to properly drift off (maybe it’s been five minutes or so) when he’s woken by the feel of you pushing back against his groin. His hold tightens on your stomach and he reluctantly inches his body away slightly.

“Baby don’t do that,” he mumbles sleepily into your hair.

“Do what?” you reply, absentmindedly.

You’re still watching the Goddamn show. He’s not sure if you’re playing dumb or not.

Then, you do it again.

JJ inhales sharply. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Rubbing up on me like that,” he tells you, half-laughing. “S’not fair.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

He opens his eyes and looks down at the laptop screen. The moment he makes out what’s happening in the show, it clicks. Oh.

Smirking, JJ can’t keep from taking the piss.

“You didn’t tell me that you’re into regency era porn.”

“Shut up,” you reply all too quickly.

“Is it like all royal era stuff or just Henry the third things?”

“George the third!”

“Tomata-tomato,” JJ mutters. Quiet. Then: “Does it have to be in a bathtub or…”

“JJ!” you whine, embarrassed. He laughs into your hair. “Stop it!”

“Alright, alright! I’m just messing around,” he sniggers.

You don’t reply, don’t even seem to be listening to him, with your eyes shamelessly fixated on the screen. JJ starts to watch too, half-curious as to what has you so entranced.

The lighting is dark. Who JJ has finally come to grasp as king George the third is fucking his wife in the bath. She’s riding him, grinding down on him, still in her dress. The music swells with sharp, dramatic violins. This time, when you push back reflexively against JJ, he doesn’t complain. Instead, he uses his hand that’s placed on your stomach to keep you there. He’s only half ashamed to admit that he’s turned on by the regency-era-sex-scene from your corny, cheesy TV show.

Half hard, he rubs against you, sighing into your hair as he does. You don’t shake him off. Instead, you push back against him.

And then, the scene stops. It’s daylight. Cutting to a scene in a conservatory.

JJ shifts his hand so it’s under your tee shirt, moving to stroke at the skin. He feels your stomach constrict underneath his touch, as if you’re holding your breath, and then relax. He places a kiss to your neck, then another, and begins to work on a hickey. You let out a shaking breath, eyes only half-focused on the show, now. One of your hands comes down to lay atop of his, though not in discouragement. JJ can’t help but rut against you again. In the haze of kissing at your throat, he finds himself wishing a silent prayer that you won’t pull away this time.

He doesn’t mind waiting. Really, he doesn’t. He’d probably wait forever for you (if he really had to). He knows how nervous you get; knows all of this is new to you. Understands. Doesn’t want you to feel pressured. But, God, JJ would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to fuck you. That he didn’t jack off almost every night to the thought of it. That seeing you, drenched head to toe, stood in nothing but a bikini after surfing didn’t have him shifting in his seat. That having you pressing up against him like you had been tonight didn’t make his mind shoot off to the darkest, dirtiest places. So, yes, he’ll stop if you ask, but he’s praying, borderline close to begging, that you don’t.

Your fingers loop into his hair, pulling him off your neck. He shifts enough back so you can turn your head, meeting his eyes. Your breathing heavier than usual, lips wet as if you’ve been licking at them. Your eyes are dancing over his face, back to his eyes, glancing at his lips. JJ’s hand on your stomach continues scratching softly at your skin. He gently rubs himself against you. Please.

“I’ve never done this before,” you whisper. There’s a tinge of nerves to your voice.

JJ nods. Swallows. “I know.”

“But…I want to,” you quietly say. A smile teasing at the corner of your lips as you nod. “If you do, that is.”

JJ leans down so his forehead bumps against yours. He exhales a chuckle against your lips. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since the hammock.”

You giggle, perhaps a little stunned at the confession, and then your lips are on his.

JJ’s rolling onto his back, sighing into the kiss, pulling you atop of him. His hand that was under his head now reaches out to close the laptop, shoving it to the foot of the bed (hopefully where it won’t fall off). Then he’s kissing you with newfound hunger. Tongue slipping into your mouth lewdly, brushing against yours, swallowing your sighs and breaths. Whenever you break apart, it’s for less than a moment. Your hands have come up to cradle his face, fingers splayed across his cheek and jaw. One of his resides on your waist, squeezing at the skin, and his other has fallen onto your bare thigh; the pyjama shorts you’re wearing having ridden up.

When you lean back against him, rolling down on his crotch, JJ groans against your lips. The gasp you let out is small, startled, as you feel him, hard against you.

“We don’t have to,” JJ reminds you, though the id in him is crying out yes, we do. Please.

You shake your head, hands still on his face. “I want to.”

Thank fucking God.

As the two of begin to kiss again, JJ lets his hand creep up your stomach. His fingers gently trace up the soft skin. He feels the ripples of your breaths as he goes; they’re uneven. Bringing his hand up to your chest, cupping at the bare skin, you sigh against him. He begins to tenderly palm at your breast, running a finger back and forth over your nipple, grinning to himself as he feels it harden at his touch.

You’re grinding back on him now, making him uncomfortably hard under his boxers, sensitive as he rubs against the fabric. JJ opens his eyes to look up at you, your kiss naturally breaking as you begin to breath more and more heavy. Frowns as he sees you dig your teeth into your lower lip. He lifts his hand from off your thigh to bring his thumb to your lips, tugging it free.

“I wanna hear you,” JJ mumbles, tone only slightly demanding.

You open your eyes. They’re angel-like; innocent and shining under the fairy-light glow. Then, you do something that has him twitching, horny past the point of no return. You take his thumb into your mouth and suckle at his finger. JJ groans at the sight. Jesus Christ. Something in you seems to shine through and take control. You don’t say anything as you hold his hand in both of yours, guiding his thumb out your mouth only to begin sucking on his pointer finger. Your eyes slip shut as you do, as if you’re getting off on doing so, and you sigh out a quiet moan. JJ feels himself begin to smirk, taken aback somewhat. Okay…

Pulling his finger from out of your mouth tentatively, he lets his thumb pinch at your chin. The dampness of your spit streaks onto your skin, if only slightly. JJ suddenly knows what his new favourite thought of you is. Your chest is rising and falling, lips parted, cheeks warm as if there’s a part of you longing to be embarrassed. But you’re not. Not shying away from him, at least. JJ’s hands find the hem of your shirt and coax it over your head. As he goes, he guides you to lie down on your back – head at the foot of the bed – and crawls on top of you. One of your feet hesitantly rubs at the back of his calve. Then your fingers are tugging at the bottom of his top and he leans back to take it off. Easing back down to kiss at your chest, he can’t help but sigh against the sensitive skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your nails dig into the skin of his back. You don’t reply, but he feels as though you’re shaking your head. Glancing up, he frowns.

“You are,” he repeats.

“Can you not say things like that to me right now…” you mumble, retreating back into yourself.

JJ sighs, somewhat disappointed.

“Sorry,” you add. It makes JJ chuckle, his breath fanning against your chest.

“You don’t gotta be sorry, baby,” he replies, moving to kiss at one of your nipples. One of your hands creeps up to his face, fingers slipping into his hair. A small gasping exhale at the sensation. “Just wish you saw yourself the way I see you, sometimes.”

You’re sighing at the attention he’s giving your body. His hand comes up to grope at your neglected breast. More gasps, more breaths. You’re still so quiet. JJ knows it’s in there, could see it trying to break out when you were sucking on his fingers, he just has to coax it out of you.

Leaning back (a string of spit following), JJ sits back on his haunches and takes you in. Wonders what to do with you, as if you’re fully at his mercy. You’re looking at him, watching him. Laid out on your back, near bare and gorgeous, breathing heavy. You're half covering your chest, not used to being so exposed before someone.

Maybe he’ll just fuck you now. JJ's barely holding it together as it is. No, you’ll be too tight if he does. He has to remind himself that this is new to you. He wants it to be worth it. Wants it to be perfect. Not only that, but he also wants you to appreciate yourself and your body the way he does. Words clearly aren’t gonna cut it; you go squeamish at the faintest of compliments. But maybe…

JJ feels the shadow of a smirk grow on his face with an idea. Makes your lips twitch with a frown, as if confused where his mind might be. The he’s reaching for your spare hand that’s found purchase in the bed sheets. Taking it by the wrist, he guides it over your body, down to your shorts. Your eyes dart up from following it, meeting his eyes. Your lips move as if to say something, but you don’t. So quiet.

“I got an idea,” JJ tells you. He’s so hard it hurts, but he can’t pass up on this opportunity.

Your gaze doesn’t break apart from JJ’s as you let him guide your hand with his under the hem of your shorts. He manoeuvres your fingers easily (you pliant like a doll) and slides it through your folds. You’re soaking. The feel of it makes you gasp. Leaning down, using his other arm to prop himself above you, he guides your conjoined touch back and forth, skimming over your clit. The brief, fleeting touch makes you moan.

JJ smirks. There it is.

“Feel good, huh?” he breaths against your ear, teasingly. You don’t reply but he feels your hand gain more control, working to finger yourself. JJ chuckles. “Knew you were dirty underneath all the good-girl shit you put on.”

It seems that whatever strap was holding you together has snapped. Your honeyed voice is crying out, in moans and whines. Eyes shut, head tilted back, and JJ basks in the sight of you. He gradually lets his hand leave yours, slipping out of your shorts, and watches as you continue getting yourself off underneath your shorts. Chews on the inside of his cheek as he does, bucking against your leg desperately. He can’t help but pull himself out of his boxers, jacking off at the sight. At your sweet, hopeless sounds. Your spare hand is coming to his throat, pulling at his jaw, guiding his lips to yours in a lustful, messy kiss. You’re moaning into his mouth, gasping, voice high and desperate.

“Good girl,” JJ croons. It spurs you on. He’s smirking again, gasping through his own pleasure. Fuck. You’re perfect. How are you so Goddamn perfect?

“You close, baby? You gonna come?”

Your reply comes in a stammered, broken gasp. Yes.

JJ forces his hand from himself, quickly moving to grab at your wrist, pulling your fingers away. They’re drenched. You whine at the loss of contact, so close to the edge it seems, and he chuckles darkly against your jawline.

“Not yet,” he simply says.

As JJ moves to take off your shorts, shucking off his boxers in this process, he catches a glimpse of your hand moving back up your body. His eyes flick up just in time to see you slip your used fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. Fuck. How JJ doesn’t come on the spot is beyond him. You open your eyes, catching his gaze, and meekly pull them from your mouth. Before you can form the inevitable apology you’re bound to give, JJ’s darting down to capture your mouth in a kiss. Then, he’s climbing atop of you, rubbing at your entrance. Has the both of you gasping against one another.

“Wait,” you mumble, pulling back. “We need a condom.”

“Shit, yeah,” JJ pants. He’d forgotten about that. You point vaguely to your bedside table.

“There should be one in there. Somewhere.”

JJ chuckles slightly and nods, leaning back to riffle through. He can’t help but notice the vibrator, making a mental note of that for another day. Finding one, he’s coming back to you, sliding it on, desperate to be inside of you.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he keeps his eyes on you.

“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

“I will,” you quietly reply, a hand coming up to cup at his jaw.

JJ nods and begins to slide in. His eyes reflexively shut; he can’t help it. It feels fucking amazing. Sex with feelings is better than any kegger hook-up he’s ever had.

But you’re tight, too tight, and it’s like your body is trying to push him out. Opening his eyes, he looks down to see your face twisted in pain, lips pursed and eyes squeezed shut.

“Hey, hey,” he mumbles, thumbing at your cheek. You force your eyes open, gazing up at him. “You gotta relax, alright? Just breath out for me.”

You take a moment then do as he asks. He feels your body soften. Nudging a bit further in, you actively try not to go tight again.

“It’s just me,” he reminds you. “You’re doing so good, alright?”

To keep you lax, he rubs gently at your clit. Eventually, your body opens up to him. Once JJ’s eased all the way in, you’re squeezing him like a vice.

“You can move, JayJ,” you say, almost anxious that he isn’t.

JJ laughs a little. He won’t last a second if he moves right now. Closing his eyes, composing himself, he replies, “I really can’t. Gimme a second.”

Soon enough, the two of you sink into a rhythm. JJ places a hand one side of your head, another on your hip, angling you up slightly. Your back begins to arch and you’re moaning again, and JJ decides that it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. Prettier than when you sing. The sounds echoing off the bedroom walls are filthy enough to make Satan himself blush.

"Fuck baby. Feel so fucking good."

Groaning against your shoulder, moaning into your ear, JJ feels his resolve begin to break. He’s close. The way your body is reacting to him has him thinking you are too. His hand leaves your hip to rub at your clit. Quick, firm circles. You start to gasp, high pitched and euphoric, and JJ know he can’t last much longer. It’s too good.

The moment you finish, JJ lets go. The two of you come almost together, riding it out, clinging to each other as if you’ll float away if not. JJ eventually let’s himself collapse on top of you, breathing shallow and frantic. You’re still clenching around him, body dealing with the aftershocks.

JJ’s not sure how he’s supposed to go about the rest of his life knowing what it’s like to have you in bed. How he’s meant to get anything done with the memory of how you sound, gasping out his name. The picture stained in his mind of you sucking your fingers clean.

He presses a kiss to your damp neck, then another and another until he somehow finds your mouth. You sigh as you kiss him back, a hand coming to cradle at his face yet again. He pulls back, opens his eyes into yours, and you give him the sweetest smile he’s ever seen. Bashful and blissed out and beautiful.

“I love you,” you tell him, still a little breathless.

JJ smiles back. Heart stammers.

You wanted him. You picked him.

Kissing you once more, tender and fleeting, JJ sighs. “I love you too.”

[duckies27]

Napping headcannons because I've been napping off my sickness

Taylor rarely actually naps, only when he's super sick. Doesn't want to be vulnerable! However, he sleeps like a rock so that kinda defeats the point

Lincoln only likes napping in the car after a soccer game or school. The rumbling of the engine comforts him

Scary used to nap but now she doesn't even really sleep that often. Now it's more of an accidental thing where she'll rest her eyes and then bam, 3 hours later

Normal naps every Sunday for a few hours to get him that energetic boost for the coming week. He's the most prone to napping, however. Leads to nightmares if he isn't careful.

Henry just has too much energy to nap. Mans tries and fails

Darryl does the "resting my eyes" nap where he's on the couch and just slowly drifts away.

Ron can't nap. He tried. He failed. He just likes normal sleep.

Glen literally spent half of the campaign sleeping, change my mind. Cat coded human being, he would just zonk out constantly

I know we're only one episode into season 3 but come on, I can't help myself

Tony rarely sleeps as is, he just shuts his eyes and dozes. Nothing too deep, or too long. Mainly due to ✨war flashbacks✨

Trudy doesn't have time to nap! Her house needs cleaning and her children need assistance! She used to sleep a bit more when she had little babies, but the perfect housewife has no time!

Kelsey tends to nod off during some more...boring times in her research but she tries her hardest to just sleep on the normal times. She's done quite a bit of research into "Bedtimes" afterall!

Francis has taken short naps between school and work, but he's pretty busy. May be a little lame but like, come on, look at him. Hard worker.

[bombshellsandbluebells]

Psych is SO good at creating memorable, fun minor characters for single episodes that it's such a shame it's a classic network cable show that rarely brings back minor guest stars (and even those that DO return only really return for a handful of episodes overall)

Ewan is iconic and his chemistry with Shawn and Gus is so fun I'm dying to see more spy shenanigans with him and dying to know more about his relationship with Juliet

Gus's college friends are absolutely hilarious and their dynamic with Gus is so much fun as well as their growing friendship with Shawn and it's truly a shame we only saw them twice

Shawn and Gus's old high school friend Dennis??? THE Freddy Prince Jr? Alien conspiracy nerd who has not grown out of his alien obsession one bit despite growing up to be stereotypically attractive? iconic and I can't believe he's only in one episode

Adam Hornstock??? Only one episode of Adam Hornstock?? (remake doesn't count) you're telling me that despite how many times Shawn ends up in legal trouble he is never calling up his buddy to get him out of it?

Abigail Lytar? An angel and a joy literally anytime she's on screen, who has such great chemistry with Shawn and Gus and Henry, and somehow despite being Shawn's girlfriend for a full year appears in like....what, five? six? episodes overall? (would have killed for a Gus/Abigail team up episode. like Abigail needs someone to help volunteer for something or other at the school and all the parents have pulled out for whatever reason and Gus insists he's an expert at whatever topic they're talking about so to win an argument with Shawn he agrees to it then can't back out. Cue scenes of Gus learning how to handle kids and making several comments that's it's just like handling Shawn. also cue a murder happening at the school or on the field trip or whatever it is and Gus having to solve it. frequent cutting to Shawn being bored out of his mind without Gus or Abigail there)

That one Wiccan or witch lady that was SERIOUSLY crushing on Gus. Who also had a brother convinced he was a werewolf and girl just BELIEVED him. Would have paid extra for an arc where Gus and her start dating after that episode and Gus is pulling his classic "getting way outside his comfort zone and being someone he's not for a woman" thing. (the cutest thing is I think she would have liked him just as is.) She encourages AAAALLLLL his fears about ghosts, vampires, curses, etc. etc. Gus spends an entire episode convinced he got Cursed by the Jamba Juice truck guy because he didn't tip

Father Wesley. Not a character on paper that should be as fun as he is, but the actor playing him just has such fantastic chemistry with both Shawn and Gus. (And he's absolutely hilarious in the Dual Spires episode. Definitely has the best line of the episode)

like Psych is so good at writing fun compelling characters with their own little unique character traits that I end up falling in love with characters only meant to be plot relevant to the episode

[blackphanto]

Chucky predictions

SPOILER WARNING FOR CHUCKY S3E5!

I wanna make Chucky theories so bad, but I can't think of any! This show is so crazy that I can't even predict or speculate on what could happen next. There are some people teasing on twitter though and all they've been doing is making me even more hyped for how this season is going to end. So here are some of my predictions based on everything that's been teased so far.

Jake will enter the spirit realm:

I don't think he's necessarily going to die, but he's so fixated on ending Chucky for good to the point where he refused to run away from it all like Devon suggested. And we've heard the doctor, the only way you get to the spirit realm is by dying, but what if you didn't need to die? I believe that thanks to all the supernatural shit occurring there, the White House will become some sort of passage between the two realms. Jake will cross it to try and destroy Charles' soul, but if he will fail or succeed is still debatable...

Caroline helps Chucky get young again:

If Jake fails in permanently killing Chucky, Caroline will come to the rescue. We know she'll be back, but what role will she play in this mess? When she'll return, all hell already would've broken loose and she'll just make it worse. Her sudden entrance at the White House will cause quite the emotional reunion for Lexi and her. Yet, Caroline didn't come alone. Armed with the Voodoo for Dummies book, sure, but she brought another friend, who's none other than the Good Guy Doll creator played by John Waters. He came with a new doll, a new vessel for Charles and with Caroline's newfound knowledge of Voodooism, she'll get Damaballa's blessings and give Chucky a new body, a new chance to not disappoint the almighty Iowa and if he plays his cards right, he might even become forever young.

Grant will survive:

I don't have any evidence to back this up, I just like him and think it's unfair that Lexy always has to say goodbye to someone she loves each season and I just don't want it to happen again. From a psychology standpoint it just desensitized her and would lead to her not getting attached to anyone else besides Jake & Devon next season, in fear of someone else always having to die because of her. And from a writing perspective it just gets repetitive, predictable and boring. So please Don Mancini don't kill him, also I love Jackson Kelly.

The past will haunt everyone:

Charles Lee Ray isn't the only ghost the Terror Trio will have to deal with in the newly supernatural possessed White House. We've seen the past of the Collins family haunt them time and time again, we've seen Henry talk about ghosts and fearing what they told him almost every single episode. Why would that stop at Joseph or Charles? Wouldn't it be horrible for our trio to be faced with the lives they lost thanks to a doll they couldn't stop? How would Jake react upon seeing his father again, disappointed at him for being gay. And Lexy, the poor girl, facing Junior, the boy she watched die, trying to save her... Not making at least one ghost of the past come back would be a wasted opportunity.

Tiffany will survive, but Jennifer's body might not:

Tiffany's possible death has been brought up in every interview Jennifer Tilly made following the comeback of Chucky season 3. At this point it even became a ‘will they, won't they’ situation. Does Mancini really have the guts to kill off a cult favorite character and actress he loves so much? Or will we just say goodbye to seeing Tilly on screen and welcome only her voice? I mean the trailer kinda made it clear for me that this isn't the end of Tiffany's story, but maybe that of Jennifer's body.

[binuwe]

I'm currently watching Oniisama e, and I've a lot of thoughts regarding this anime. One of those is the outrageous role of Henmi in this saphic story, like, why is he even here? At a certain moment, I genuinely believed he was going to be just a second character who Nanako wrote to... I was so wrong, and partially disappointed.

In episode 24, I believe, it's revealed the reason why Fukiko behaves the way she does in front of this man (this woman never ceases to impress me). And such reason is so boring and dull. I was expecting a parallel between these two older siblings, how both their fathers betrayed their mothers by having an affair, how they both have step sisters, and how they managed these events. We are pretty aware of the mistreatment and manipulation Fukiko treats Rei (Saint Juste) with, meanwhile Henri is patient and sweet with Nanako. Since Henri is close friends with Fukiko's brother (neither I can stand this man), it may have occurred that he had noticed this awful treatment against Rei. Henri could have called her out, confessing his similar situation.

In the first episode, in the first scene, it is shown how Henri meets Nanako. Correct me if I'm wrong, but they never get to explain what exactly he was doing there (aside from seeing from afar the father that abandoned him). There's an important detail one mustn't overlook: his reaction to Nanako. Why did he act the way he did? I began to elaborate a posible, and very dramatic, come out.

So, having in mind we want to make parallels Fukiko-Henri, we need to establish what differentiates them: their relationship with their sisters. In episode 26 (I believe), it's revealed the sickening root from where Fukiko and Rei's relationship comes from. Fukiko uses Rei to upgrade herself, to feel superior, using a lone kid for her benefit. She saw Rei as an instrument she could use to "expire her sins", that inner facade nobody else could see. Meanwhile, she lost the possibility of bonding with Rei on an equal basis. She lost the possibility of having a sister.

Here is where Henmi could have been different with Fukiko. Although in their first meet, Henri hadn't seen the older Nanako yet, his previous encounter with her is enough to set a difference. So, again, what was Henri exactly doing there? Henri couldn't have been older than 12-13 years old when he first saw Nanako. His father abandoned him and his mother so he could live with his new family. He must have felt betrayed, he must have wanted answers, he might have even searched for revenge. He was replaced by a younger child, much weaker than himself, it wouldn't have been difficult to get her out of the way. (On various occasions, this story shows how teenagers seek drastic solutions for drastic situations.) Now, when he arrived to execute his plan, after the sight of his poor victim, he realised the wrong in his actions. How could he inflict pain on a poor girl just to make himself feel better?

Fukiko wouldn't react well to Henri's ethics lesson, creating a palpable conflict between the two characters. At the same time, it would have created a parallel between Rei and Nanako, for they are the object of their sibling's conflict. Helping to create a richer dynamic between them.

Now, the sad reality is much boring. I guess what actually happens, happens, with the intention of making Fukiko childish (and dramatic, as everyone else in this show). Which she is, don't take me wrong, but this was the worst scenario ever. It also makes Henri a kind of god for these mentally unstable teenage girls. It makes the whole story orbit around him (I'm not even going to talk about the atrocious end because, yes, I've spoiled myself)... WHY? Why has the postgraduate man have to be the reason behind the existence of the plot? I know the title literally means "Dear Brother," but come on! Men always ruin everything, in Mariko we trust.

[an-au-blog]

An Au where Henry gets the help he needs

Ok, not a direct answer, but a while ago I started thinking "what if in the "Alone At Home" episode where they leave and realized they forgot him, what if the car crash they got into killed them?" I know it's a grim thought but here I go:

Prissy Polly and Vomiting Vera arrive and they stay with the boys for a while. Surprisingly enough for both Henry and Ralph, she's not as much of a buzz kill as they thought. They go about their game but it's getting late and there's no sign of either of Henry's parents. Ralph left already as it was almost dinner time. Polly gets a bit worried and tries to call them but they don't answer. They try again and someone else picks up.

She's on the phone for a few minutes but then drops it in horror. Henry gets worried and then Polly tells him that his parents got into an accident. She starts crying, Vera with her and Henry just stands there. Frozen. They couldn't... well that was just ridiculous, they're probably just going to come home after a month in the hospital. Right?

But they didn't.

By law, he was supposed to live with the closest relative but Great Aunt Gretta would be a nightmare to live with. Henry didn't know how much time he could go on if she kept referring to him as a girl and buying things for "pretty young girls like you Henrietta". He could stay with Rick Aunt Ruby and his annoying cousin - Stuck-Up Steve, but he'd really rather not. Not like they wanted him anyways. His dad also had a brother but he lived far away and Henry had no idea if he could bear more changes. Finally, and Henry didn't know how it happened, but Polly and Paul decided that they were going to adopt him. At first he didn't like that idea either but once he moved in, it wasn't that bad. They never called him "Horrid" and whenever he did something good they praised him for it. They made him go to a child psychiatrist at the school, as it was strongly advised. The school didn't make them pay for it so there was that too... It was somewhat boring to Henry, they just wanted to talk about feeling and it felt a bit girly to him. But it also felt kind of nice... He started understanding things about himself a bit better and started feeling better too. He was still dealing with his parents' and little brother's deaths and the psychiatrist said that he was in a "mourning period". He had lost his spark and had no interest in anything. They also said he had something about attention and attitude? There was an abbreviation that sounded cool in his mind, but it basically meant that he couldn't keep his attention long, so it wasn't really cool. He started taking pills for it.

Once Paul saw Henry's love for music, he asked him if he wanted to get lessons. Henry refused. He hated school and didn't want more of it in any form. But then Paul made him go once as the first lesson was free and Henry loved it. He not only liked it but was also extremely good at it. He started with cello since he got the one his brother had, but then the teacher told him he should know a little piano too. So he switched to piano, but it was more boring to him, so he switched to guitar at the end (this happening in a prolonged period of time, each switch after a few years).

[amypihcs]

Another chapter and we meet a new friend!

HELLOHELLO! What would you say if I said that Watson made a kind description of a client? Weird, innit? A not-too-bisexual description even! Let's dive into this, ladies, gentlemen, in between and outside of it!

And we start with a calm, relaxed Holmes in his dressing gown, he didn't quite want to wake up, but be sure, his neurons are connected (coffee helped.). And there's the famous sir Henry! Why, Watson! Seems a nice description from you! Let's see what happens!

OOOH! Things start getting spicy i see! Holmes 'thinks out little puzzles' and our Baskerville has one for him! What a nice thing!

The letter is nothing too weird, just a piece of paper with glued on words to form a message... or is it?

For starters our dear Holmes has a suspect. Someone is following Sir Henry.

-sigh-

HOLMES! You are the very one who ordered Mortimer not to tell a word to Henry - bloody - Baskerville about The Hound of the Baskervilles so like. You COULD stand on avoiding just talking over his head that way? Since he clearly knows SHIT of it!

Now give this guy his answer! -Facepalming Watson in background-

Well. back to the letter. Would you hand me the newspaper, darling?

yep. that madman (affictionated) had proceeded to pick up an article and read it aloud. Then ask Watson what was he thinking of it.

I believe few people would fault Mortimer for thinking Holmes JUST A TAD CRAZY.

And indeed it WAS connected! Holmes was just being his autistic self and not explaining! The words cut for the letters all come from that article!

-holmes and mortimer autisming out of their special interests follows; unfortunately phrenology. sigh. is there. oh well.-

Sir Henry: Gents? back to focus, pls?

You INTERRUPT Holmes? You INTERRUPT his infodumping about his special interest to another man as autistic as he is?!

OOOH! OOOH! CORRECTION AT EVERY LITTLE SLIP FOR SIR HENRY! Corre-

Okay, Watson, stop glaring, please.

Holmes continues his deductions about how the message was assembled and then. MORTIMER. PLEASE.

HE NEVER GUESSES!

You should know! Now you get yet one more supercazzola of deductions! On pens. And ink.

You did this to yourself, don't bother me about it! You MUST have seen Watson groaning as you spoke.

HERE! he's bored now! Nothing interesting from that sheet of paper! Bah!

Now, anything more interesting happened?

Nothing, nothing... but they stole a boot from him! Mortimer once more calls it a trifle, holmes ONCE MORE tells mortimer to shut the heck up and then OOOOON we go with the legend!

NOW this is messy stuff! A man can't decide on his feet! Shall we see each other later?

Say, for lunch?

H: Alright, alright, it's settled, au revoir. -they get out- WATSON RUN, GET DRESSED, WE'RE FOLLOWING THEM NOWNOWNOW RUUUUN!

W: A moment you madman, where the hell do you find the energy!

But he's as always ready at the drop of a hat, can't say that he lost any of the readiness of his military times, our Watson!

And then they're out and Holmes just glues himself to Watson's arm and just wants to have a walk with his darling <3

THAT MAN! COME, RUN!

W: I knew he had a plan <3

But surprise surprise. The man escapes them!

Holmes, once more glued to Watson: FAAAAILURE. Watson, my dear Watson, my HONEST Watson, you will also record this and remember that your beloved is but a fallible man

W: Sure he is - patpat - especially when it comes to tidying our rooms up. W: Well, i suppose stuff like this happens...

Well, turns out that Holmes did much more than Watson expected! Now to continue the investigation!

They send a kid to check waste paper bins around hotels and plan to check for the carriage. And then lunch!

And we'll see what happens next in the next episode!

[tamtuliko]

Thoughts collected

4 minutes addition

So... tomorrow's is Friday. Finally, the end of the week. Unfortunately, I'm unable to watch the ep. 6 till Saturday morning, as I live in Japan and we are a few hrs forward, to put it simply while ep. 6 will be premiered. I'll be dreaming about this:

Seriously, does anyone move from this scene?? Cause my dumbest didn't, and I'm not sure I'll ever be. Look, I'm still thinking about Alex and Henry's scene on deck. These two were so cutesy and shit.

Sorry, I suddenly lost myself.

What I was saying is that it's really hard to move from the scene when the shit is happening in the series.

So I need to word vomit here.

I need to ask first:

Okay... let's see what we've got so far:

Great's timeline

Probably Tyme's timline

Tonklas timeline

In Greats timeline, he goes cardiac arrest at 11 o'clock. How he got at hospital we don't know. Yes, we saw him getting shot and bla bla bla, but don't forget this is after he re-do shit. Saved woman and this woman became his end. And dot forget, she is also his begging. She is the first re-do Great did. In his timeline we don't know what happened to Tyme. Is he alive running to Great? Or is he dying somewhere.

Tymes' timeline is more complicated cause we've seen Greats POV so far. I guess we will see Tymes from the next episode, and then we will have culmination. But just guess: Tymes plan was to get Great, I don't know fall in love or just befriend him and use him against his family or just use him for information, but he fall in love and that's where all shit goes down. In the end, we see Tyme run and his bloody nose appear and dissappear, I think we are shown 2 timelines, one is Greats, and another one is Tymes. Which is which hell knows. With Greats re-do, Tyme saved Nan and all good, but in Tymes timeline, nothing has changed, I think. The bloody nose in ep. 5 and Tyme being shot in ep. 1 can be seen as evidence. The place where he is shot looks like where illegal casino or Greats Fathers whearhouse is.

Tonklas timeline, the easy one, this kid got some serious problems. He went for revenge, his little brother never was saved, he was neglected by Korn, got new man, and became a murderer. I think his and Tymes' timeline can be seen as the same. Without Greats re-do. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty interested in how his character gonna help and how his choices gonna help the timelines and the world's, but his story is really boring for me. I am stunned by Fuaiz (Tonkla), he is a great actor, he does everything really well, but Tonkla as a character for me af this moment is very boring and just I don't know... I can't see him fitting.

So

Great goes cardiac arrest, Tyme runs to him

Tonkla killes Title, who killed his little brother

Tyme is shot while somewhere, maybe trying to save Nan.

2 and 3 can be same timelines. Great is still going to cardiac arrest.

And here is the main thing, if this is some suspense/ supernatural series, the worlds will collide, and we will have one timeline, everybody surviving or dying.

Like in 1 Tyme will experience the other Tymes' feelings and maybe even see all the shit. Again, I don't know about Tonkla. How is he fitting in this story? I can't wait to see it, really. Great is already experiencing different timelines, so we will se if he survives.

Wild guess, after watching Bible and Jes rehearsal for 1st meeting. It was like they were in the same place, but they couldn't reach each other, typical parallel worlds and different timelines. It was the same act in teaser as well. They met, fought, fell in love, separated, and in the end, they died.

One of them for sure will die. Or both of them. Bible in his interview said that a happy ending depends on person, how we see it. For someone, it can be these two surviving and continuing loving and living. For some, it can be them meeting again afterlife. Let's not forget that death is not the end, Albus Dumbledore said: "After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure".

I hope for a better end, but... they are going to be together in everytimelime, parallel , and the afterlife.

I don't know a shit.

I'm sleep deprived, and I need to see Jes being bullied by Bible.

Sorry if I didn't make a sense.

The whole series doesn't make sense anymore. Yet I'm still here, in my 10000 rewatch.

Also:

Is that dimples I see there??

Soft, soft, soft

These two kisses were everything. Tyme is scared, nervous, and unsure. You can see it in his eyes, Jes, the actor you are 😍

Sorry, I just love this baby girl.

See you on Saturday. I am fucking working on that day, I'm gonna get myself ship home if continue being distracted 😆btw...

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 3

Episode 3: Scream Machine

~The Man Cave~

Life in the Man Cave had never been better. Ever since they'd confessed their feelings two weeks ago (with a little bit of help), Ray and (y/n) had been relishing their newfound love. So many years dancing around their feelings meant that now, they were more determined than ever to spend every waking moment together. It was bliss.

"Hey, we're here," Ray said to Henry as he led his girl to the main room, Schwoz close behind them. Wow, his girl, it was still so weird to think that she actually loved him, but he'd never complain. He just thought of himself as the luckiest man in the universe. 

"What's up?" (y/n) asked the boy cheerfully, unable to be in any other mood. His hand felt so right in hers and everyone had noticed that she kept looking at her boyfriend like he hung the stars in the sky. Not that they minded, it was great to see them finally be open, even if the constant kissing was a bit gross.

"Charlotte wants to show us the new project she made for the Gizmo Show." The teen replied from his place at the supercomputer and they turned their attention to a large box shrouded by a white tarp. Charlotte was still adjusting it and making some final adjusts, so all they could see was a Charlotte-esque figure moving under the sheet.

"Gizmo Show?" Ray asked in confusion as he wrapped an arm around his girlfriend and pulled her into his chest. He couldn't help but be extremely touchy, she was just irresistible and after years of holding back, he wasn't god give up any opportunities now. 

"What is Gizmo Show?" Schwoz questioned too. He was super into science and nerd stuff, but he'd never heard of it. Probably because it was for kids and teenagers.

"Oh, it's this huge competition they have every year, where kids bring all these cool machines and inventions they made--" (y/n) began to explain excitedly, making Ray look down at her fondly. She used to love the Gizmo Show as a kid and even in adulthood, she was a sucker for science and gadgets. Ray was a sucker for seeing her so cutely excited, so when Schwoz yawned in boredom, it offended him just as much as it offended her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Schwoz, was I boring you?" The young woman asked him in a sweet but sarcastic voice and the genius shrank under the stern gaze of his boss. 

"Yeah, a little bit," Schwoz mumbled back, feeling a little pouty at how Ray was even more protective of her now. Anyone who dared to put a foot wrong against his sweet girl was gonna get it.

"Don't yawn at my girlfriend, Schwoz. And you're just tired because you haven't slept in two days." Ray told him, making (y/n) smile at the ground bashfully when he called her that. How did she get herself a man as perfect as him?

"Ray, it's fine. I'm just a nerd, who loves the Gizmo Show because I won it like a million times when I was a kid." She smiled up at him to make his prickliness calm down and it worked. He couldn't stay mad with an angel in his arms, especially when she leaned up on her tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss, meaning they didn't hear Schwoz walking off with a yawn. 

"Why hasn't Schwoz slept in two days?" Henry asked the couple, making them reluctantly break apart. Looks like they'd have to resume that kiss later.

"Because he was binge-watching that mini-series about OJ," Ray answered and (y/n) let her head drop back on his chest. 

"Oh, yeah. The one about the big trial in the nineties." Henry nodded, thinking they were talking about the huge court case that had occurred years before. 

"No." Schwoz shook his head and Henry pulled a confused face. Was there another series about OJ on TV right now?

"The one about Orange Juice?" (y/n) prompted, but it wasn't ringing any bells for the boy. To be fair, only Schowz would watch a programme about damn orange juice.

"Yeah, it's called OJ, from farm to glass." Schwoz smiled, making (y/n) roll her eyes. It was a stupidly boring show and not worth the excited smile that was on Schwoz's face as he talked about it.

"Hey, have you seen the episode yet about how they remove the pulp?" Ray asked his handyman with a smirk on his face. Oh, how he loved to wind Schwoz up.

"Shhhhh! No spoilers!" He exclaimed with his hands over his ears. Man, all this fuss about orange juice.

"Was that the one where I fell asleep?" (y/n) looked up at Ray, the angle highlighting her lashes and soft, plump lips. God, he wanted to kiss her again.

"Yeah, you wouldn't let me go." He smirked down at her when she hid her face in his chest, feeling embarrassed at how she always clung to him in his sleep. Now, all the secret touches and nights sleeping in his bed made sense and they both felt silly at how blind they had been to each other's pining. Henry and Charlotte were right - what kind of best friends cuddled on the couch and held hands at every given opportunity?

Ray leant down to press his lips to hers again, but she turned her head at the last minute when the elevator came crashing down and Jasper stumbled into the room. Goddammit, he just wanted to kiss his girl senseless, was that too much to ask?

"Is it time to see Charlotte's thing?" The curly-haired teen asked breathily as he recovered from the elevator ride. It always spooked new people.

"Jasper?" Henry spluttered, surprised to see his best friend downstairs when he should've been upstairs, watching the shop.

"You're supposed to be upstairs in Junk-N-Stuff, working," Ray told the boy in an annoyed tone. His mood had been soured by the interrupted kiss; the man had gone so long dreaming of what her lips would be like, that anything that stopped them now was a real kick in the teeth.

"Dude, what if a customer walks in?" Henry asked, making (y/n) roll her eyes. Honestly, they made everything into such a drama, so what if Jasper came down for a few minutes? He was Charlotte's friend too.

"It's okay. I left a sign saying, be right back." He smiled at them, thinking that his sign would solve everything, even though temporarily locking the door and closing the shop would've been a safer option.

"Okay, Jasper, just make sure you're not down here for too long. We don't want anything up there being jacked." (y/n) told the boy kindly, being much more friendly than Ray was to him.

"And you, stop being so grumpy." She then turned to her boyfriend and gave him a teasing smile. He huffed at the insinuation, he wasn't always grumpy, just when teen boys interrupted the time they had together. Rolling her eyes at his pouting, the young woman placed her hands on his chest and pressed yet another sweet kiss to his lips and this time, they were able to linger for a few seconds. 

"And hello!" And then those few seconds were up. Charlotte came out from under the tarp, meaning that they had to end it there so they could turn and look at her invention.

"Okay, Ray, (y/n), stop kissing, because I'm ready!" She smirked at the couple, making Ray huff grumpily. It wasn't his fault that his girlfriend was so hot that he couldn't leave her alone.

"Go for it, Char." The young woman smiled at the girl and leaned back into Ray's embrace. She was more than excited to be remotely involved in a Gizmo Show again and she was gonna encourage Charlotte all the way.

"As most of you know, the last three years at the Gizmo Show, my project has won the second place prize." She started, addressing her friend confidently, but only one was really interested. Henry, Ray, Schwoz and Jasper all looked like they were gonna fall asleep, meaning they gave a half-hearted response to the girl's opening statement.

"But this is the year that Charlotte goes number one." She stated boldly. She wasn't gonna come in lousy second place again. This year, was Charlotte's year.

"So you're gonna pee?" Ray joked, making the boys burst into laughter as he mocked Charlotte's proud speech. They thought it was hilarious, (y/n), however, did not. She gave them the same annoyed and unamused stare as the young girl did and when they continued to cackle at the joke like hyenas, the woman wriggled out of Ray's arms to see him pout. 

"You guys aren't funny." She shook her head and Charlotte was glad to have her on her side. At least someone was taking her project seriously, even if it meant that Ray dragged his girl back into his arms with a whine. Okay, he got the message to be quiet. He didn't want to have his arms empty again since he'd been living like that for nine years and had hated it.

"I call my project...The Scream Machine!" Charlotte pulled off the tarp and revealed her invention, but at face value, it didn't look like much. Still, (y/n) was impressed, even if the boys weren't. Any kid who could come up with a cool science project and pull it off deserved some recognition.

"Clap, doofus." She told her boyfriend in a hushed tone as she realised that she was the only one who had decided to clap. Ray and the others gave a round of applause for Charlotte, who looked a bit sheepish under the praise, but she carried it off well. 

"Now, as we all know, the future of our planet depends on finding new ways to create clean, renewable energy, but where will our energy come from?" She asked them and Henry put his hand up with a suggestion.

"France." He answered, which Charlotte immediately dismissed as wrong. Relying on another country didn't count.

"Energy balls," Ray suggested with a sure smirk on his face. Wow, he thought he was so clever.

"What the hell is an energy ball?" (y/n) giggled at him, turning around to look at him. Such an adorable doofus.

"Orange juice!"

"Double-A batteries!" Schwoz and Jasper shouted out, irritating Charlotte beyond belief. All these suggestions were ridiculous and they were getting on her nerves.

"Shut up!" She snapped, sending her friends into silence. Okay, she was scary when she was angry.

"As you're about to see, my Scream Machine creates energy from sound." She told them calmly, moving on from the random shouting out. It was a pretty impressive idea; sound into energy could be a great development in the movement for clean energy.

"Wait, your machine can actually do that?" (y/n) looked at Charlotte incredulously, not believing that one child could have come up with such a good invention. If it worked, she would be immensely proud of her young friend.

"Why don't you step over here and you can help me test it out?" Charlotte smiled at the young woman, who excitedly accepted her offer. She couldn't wait to see this thing in action and was more than happy to help out, unlike Ray, who got antsy at the thought of her being in an experiment?

"Whoa, hey. Is this dangerous?" He asked the young girl as (y/n) stepped away from him and awaited further instructions. Schwoz, Henry and Jasper ruffled his hair and teased him at how soft he was. The great Captain Man was utterly enamoured with his girl and they were more than happy to playfully mock how he was more protective of her than ever.

"Raymond, I'll be fine." She smiled at him and he backed down a bit, although he would always be ready to spring into action if something went wrong. She'd never be upset and she'd never be unsafe, that was his promise.

"Put that mask over your face," Charlotte told the woman, who obediently did as she was told. If only she knew what was coming.

"Now, watching as I take this shock rod that Schwoz made and do this..." She held up the sparking weapon, making (y/n) and Ray widen their eyes in shock.

"Hey, wait a minute---Owwwww!" She yelped into the mask and to everyone's surprise, the more she screamed, the louder Charlotte's machine played Hawaiian music and made a little hula doll dance. Well, at least it worked.

"Sweet girl..." Ray swiftly stepped forward and brought his whimpering girl into his arms. The small burn mark quickly healed on her arm, but he soothingly rubbed his palm over it anyway. Any excuse to touch her was good in his mind.

"Remind me never to volunteer for Charlotte again." She groaned, but then refocused on the girl's project. Through the pain, she could sense her wonder at how the machine worked and Henry, Jasper and Schwoz were equally impressed. 

"Whoa, what made it work like that?" Henry asked his friend as she smiled proudly. Their flabbergasted faces were worth all the mockery, even if she did feel a bit bad about zapping (y/n). She'd be fine anyway, one kiss from Ray and it would be forgotten.

"Sound! See, when (y/n) screamed, these magnetic nodules, converted the sound vibrations into energy, which this kinetic transformer transformed into electricity, which made the hula girl dance!" She explained excitedly, thoroughly impressing her friends. 

"Wow." Henry smiled and even grumpy Ray had to admit that it was a good invention.

"That's fantastic." He told her genuinely, encouraged by the woman in his arms. She was fine, a zap on the arm was nothing to her, especially when it was for science. 

"Well, Charlotte, I have to say I'm shocked. Literally." She giggled and enjoyed a squeeze from Ray as he chuckled at her joke. He had no idea why he had been so scared to tell her how he felt, she was perfect and so lovely, he just wished he hadn't spent so many mundane nights in the arms of other girls. He could've been with her all along and couldn't bear thinking about how lonely she must have felt when he flirted with others left, right and centre.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. So when someone makes a sound into this, how much electricity can it create?" Henry asked Charlotte, suddenly feeling very interested in her science project. Maybe it wasn't so lame after all.

"It depends on how loud the sound is and how long the sound lasts." She replied, knowing that her gadget had limits. Still, it was an amazing first prototype and who knows, maybe she could improve it to create tons of electricity.

"Oooh, I want to try something!" Schwoz gasped and pushed Charlotte away from her machine.

"No, no, no, no--" She panicked, but he wasn't listening, even though it wasn't his to test out. 

"Schwoz, don't, you'll break it!" (y/n) warned him as the girl freaked out. Her machine was so delicate and only a science fair project, nothing like what Schwoz was used to building. 

"Schwoz, that's not a good idea--" Henry added, but the little man was too stubborn. He picked up an airhorn and pressed it next to the mask. The loud noise made (y/n) jump into Ray's arms as the Scream Machine began to work at maximum power, which kinda impressed Ray.

"Yeahhhhh! Hula, hula, hula!" He chanted happily and wiggled his hips to (y/n), but she just rolled her eyes. Yes, seeing him move like that was sexy, but he shouldn't have been encouraging Schwoz and his hair-brained ideas.

"Schwoz!" Charlotte screamed as the circuits began to smoulder and the excessive electricity running through them meant that they were on the point of combustion.

"Schwoz, stop!" Henry ordered the genius, who wasn't much of a genius at that moment because he happily continued to press the airhorn into the mask until Charlotte's beloved invention exploded in a flash of light and a puff of smoke. Wow, that was a smart move. 

The resulting shock wave made everyone fall to the floor as the smell of burning plastic and electronics filled the air. Oh god, what was Charlotte gonna do now? The machine sparked and fizzed a little more, making Ray shield his girlfriend with his body as she cowered against the cold tiles. Having his heavy frame on top of hers was sinfully pleasant, especially when he let his head fall into her neck and absentmindedly pressed his lips to her sweet spot, but this was no time for passion.

"Schwoz, you dickhead, it's on fire!" The young woman cried and scrambled out from under Ray so he and Henry could run for the fire extinguishers. Ugh, why did she have to move so soon? He was enjoying the way she quivered under his touch.

The superhero duo each grabbed an emergency fire extinguisher and sprayed the burning machine with the gas until they had been smothered. The charred table then promptly collapse due to the fire damage, making Charlotte's bottom lip wobble. Her lovely Scream Machine...

"Don't blame yourself," Schwoz told her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder, but it was no comfort. The disaster was his damn fault and his lack of taking responsibility for his actions enraged her.

"You're so dead." (y/n) told him as she saw the girl shake in anger and she cautiously tiptoed past her to the supercomputer so she'd be out of the way for when the killing began. 

Seeking sanctuary in her boyfriend, she took a seat on his lap and watched as Charlotte looked at Schwoz with fire in her eyes. Henry passed around the drinks as she tackled him to the floor and began to painfully bend his leg backwards, making (y/n) squirm in discomfort at his screams.

"Stay still." Ray hissed in her ear, hating and loving her movements and what they were doing to him.

"Why?" She smirked, letting on that she was innocent and pure, even though she was anything but. She took a swig of her soda and ground her hips backwards, making his free hand fly to her waist. Thank god, Henry was too enthralled by the fight to notice anything.

"You know why." He growled and tightly wrapped his arm around her waist so she was immobilised. Aw, she was having so much fun seeing him get all riled up and desperate.

"Four months! I worked on that project for four months!" Charlotte shrieked at Schwoz and yanked his ankle into an unnatural position. To be fair, he deserved it. He'd ruined her work recklessly so she had a right to be angry, but she couldn't be allowed to break his leg, even if he was a little shit.

"Be a good boy and help me calm her down." (y/n) purred in Ray's ear and stood up from his lap before he could tease her back. She'd waited years to have him all to herself and now, she was finding her confidence in making him wait for her.

"Okay, Charlotte, come on," Ray told the girl as he, Henry and (y/n) approached her. Sure, it was fun to watch Schwoz get beat up, but they needed him to be able to walk.

"All right," Henry added and they each took an arm so they could lift her off the repairman, her legs kicking out as they did so. God, she wanted to rip his leg off for what he did to her invention.

"Schwoz, get up." (y/n) told the small man, not offering any sympathy to him. It was hard to hear him scream for mercy, but she knew that she'd want to kill him if he'd destroyed one of her Gizmo gadgets. Ten-year-old (y/n) could be vicious when she wanted to be.

Schwoz looked at Charlotte. Charlotte looked at Schwoz. Both now feeling incredibly angry, they lunged for each other, intent on starting another fight. If it wasn't for Ray gripping the girl's wrists tightly and Henry and (y/n) stepping in between them, they probably would've killed each other.

"Okay, let's all just calm down." The young woman told them sternly, not fancying cleaning up any blood off of her shiny floors. 

"I was finally gonna win first prize at the Gizmo Show, finally! But Schwoz had to go wreck my scream machine and ruin my chances!" Charlotte ranted bitterly as she walked away from the possibility of a fight. Although, just because she wasn't going to beat him up, it didn't mean she wasn't close to tears.

"Look, just calm down," Henry told her, but she was too mad to listen. 

"Hey! Never tell a woman to calm down." She hissed at him, making Henry look to (y/n) for help. Was it just Charlotte or was this a general rule that he didn't know about? Ray cringed at his sidekick's mistake, knowing that ordering girls about never ended well.

"Sorry, I was just trying--" He told his friend nervously, but Charlotte was insistent. She didn't want her anger to be dismissed so easily, she was upset and wanted to shout.

"Never tell a woman to calm down!" She reiterated in a sharper tone, making the boy gulp.

"Okay..." He whimpered, making (y/n) giggle as she watched in amusement. Henry should've known better than to mess with Charlotte when she was angry.

"Say it with her!" The young woman joined in, smirking when the dark-haired girl grabbed Henry's jaw and wobbled his mouth around so he'd say the phrase again. Ray and Schwoz were watching too, although they were choosing to do the smart thing and stayed quiet, the former preferring to slide his hand into (y/n)'s jean back pocket.

"You get it?" She snapped, releasing his jaw so he could stand straight.

"Yes, I promise!" He cried, feeling as though he'd thoroughly learnt his lesson. Jeez, she really was mad.

"Hey, Charlotte, this really isn't the disaster that you think it is." Ray piped up, making (y/n) look at him weirdly and it wasn't because of where he'd cheekily chosen to put his hand.

"Well, the Gizmo show is in what, two, three days? And Charlotte's project looks toasted, how is this not a disaster?" She asked him and he stepped in front of her and Charlotte so he could explain his theory, although not before giving her ass a cheeky squeeze.

"Schwoz is a scientific genius and he has all weekend to rebuild your Scream Machine, which he will. And you, sweet girl, are so good at fixing stuff and you're so kind that you'll help him, please?" Ray instructed Schwoz and then turned to his girl so he could give her his best puppy-dog eyes. They still melted her heart, but Schwoz, not so much.

"Nooooo! This weekend, I'm supposed to get my colonoscopy." He whined, thinking about how he'd been waiting for his appointment for weeks. 

"Reschedule it!" Ray exclaimed, ordering his assistant to fix the machine he'd so cruelly ruined. He made the mess, now he had to clean it up.

"Fine, I'll reschedule it." He conceded, rolling his eyes at the order. He didn't like it, but he needed this job so he'd begrudgingly do it.

"But rules say every kid has to enter their own gizmo, without help from a parent or other adult. It has to be my work!" Charlotte told her boss, thinking that if she let Schwoz and (y/n) rebuild the machine, it would technically be cheating, even if it was due compensation.

"It is your work!" Ray insisted. Loopholes, they were so great. 

"Yeah, see, Schwoz and (y/n) are just gonna recreate the project you made. Okay?" Henry added, knowing that Charlotte had completed the work herself and had built the thing previously so she'd put the effort in. Now, Schwoz just had to put the same amount of effort into rebuilding it.

"Okayyyy?" Ray and Henry said together, wanting the sceptical girl to agree. No one would know, it would be fine.

"Ugh, I guess so." She shook her head and grudgingly agreed. She had no choice, honestly. It was either this or no Gizmo Show at all and she knew which one she preferred. 

"All right, then we're all good." Ray clapped his hands, but (y/n) was looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Hold on, doofus, I never said I'd help rebuild the Scream Machine. He broke it, not me." The young woman pointed out, debating internally whether it was unfair or not to make her work on something that wasn't her fault.

"Oh, please, please, please. It'll get done much faster." Charlotte begged her, trusting the woman to get the job done properly without any hiccups. Schwoz was likely to throw in some curveball and with her present, she'd keep him on the straight and narrow. It would be boring, but there was a silver lining to the offer.

"Okay, I'll do it if I get a kiss." She smiled at Ray, who happily welcomed her into his arms and cupped her face with his warm hands. Sweet lips met hers and even though they'd been kissing at every given opportunity, every time felt like the first. Fireworks, literal fireworks exploding into a combination of honey and mint, putting on a display which was exquisite to them and sickening to the teens.

"Gross!" Henry wrinkled his nose and Charlotte pulled a similar expression as they repulsed their boss's display of affection. Yeah, they were so happy that they were finally together, but that didn't make them any less mushy.

"Hey, I never say that when you kiss a girl." Ray mocked his sidekick once he'd pulled away and (y/n) savoured the taste of him on her tongue. Well, a weekend of tinkering with Schwoz would be worth it if that or more was her reward.

"Okay, I'll do it. Oh and Charlotte, don't worry about the adult thing. Schwoz will be doing most of it and he's, like, pint-sized, so I'd say in terms of height, he's a kid." (y/n) told the girl, who smiled at her sass and the prospect of her being on board with the project.

"Schwoz, now it's just up to you to make sure everything--oh my god." Ray trailed off when a snore from Schwoz told him that the man had fallen asleep again. Goddammit, this was important, he needed to stay awake.

"All right, I got this." Henry declared and walked over to the airhorn that was still sitting on a tool trolley. Seeing what he was about to do, Ray put his large hands over (y/n)'s ears so she wouldn't jump, just in time for Henry blaring the horn right next to Schwoz's ear. He awoke with a start and fell forward onto his face, making his friends look down at him in amusement. 

"Who did that?" He snapped, standing up in alarm like he was ready to attack whoever woke him up.

"None of your business!" Charlotte hissed back, feeling pretty pissed off that he'd fallen asleep on the job when he was supposed to be grovelling for an apology.

"Okay...good for you, don't calm down!" He told the girl, thinking that he was being pretty smart by using her earlier warning as his defence. He definitely didn't want to see her angry again.

~Later that evening, in Ray's car~

Schwoz had whined to (y/n) about needing spare parts and not wanting to spend all weekend with him moaning about it in her ear, she'd then whined at Ray to drive them to a store. So, here they were; driving in Ray's convertible through Downtown Swellview, looking for any shop that just might happen to open late. To be honest, it was a rare trip out for them, so rare that (y/n) had forgotten that Ray even owned the car, not that she was complaining.

Henry and Schwoz were in the back, trying to decipher Charlotte's blueprints in the passing light of the streetlamps. She'd planned thoroughly, but some of the equipment was quite technical, even for Schwoz. (y/n) was sat in the front passenger seat as Ray drove calmly with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on her upper thigh, his thumb occasionally rubbing the material of her jeans soothingly. 

"Hey, can we stop and get ice creams?" Schwoz asked from the backseat, his voice lighthearted and bouncy like he was a five-year-old child. Henry was so annoyed that he had to sit next to him for the whole trip, but he daren't split Ray and (y/n) up by making one sit in the back with him. The pouting would be immense.

"No...No ice cream until later. Right now, we just gotta get to the hardware store." The young woman sighed in the front. It was like travelling with a child; constant "are we there yets", toilet stops and now, ice cream. It was a thirty-minute drive, he could wait.

"I hate going to hardware stores," Ray grumbled, his hand gripping tightly around (y/n)'s thigh, which in turn made her clench them together as a surge of desire rocked through her body. 

"Well, I need extra parts if you want me and (y/n) to recreate Charlotte's stupid Scream Machine," Schwoz complained, making Henry roll his eyes at the man sitting next to him.

"Well, you both wouldn't have to recreate Charlotte's Scream Machine if you hadn't airhorned that hula girl," Henry argued, setting off a round of bickering between the boys.

"Stop making me feel bad--" Schwoz countered, but Ray had something to say about that. After all, it was his fault.

"You should feel bad! So just keep studying Charlotte's drawings, make sure you know everything you need to get!" Ray growled, momentarily removing his hand from his girl's thigh so he could poke at Schwoz and the blueprints. 

"I can't look at Charlotte's plans right now!" Schwoz whined, deepening Ray's anger at his complacency. How could he be so uncaring right now?

"I can't look at Charlotte's plans right now!" Ray mocked his voice, not realising that his hand was slowly creeping higher and higher up (y/n)'s thigh, making the girl shiver and her breathing go harder.

"Okay, everyone, calm down, we'll get nowhere arguing." She snapped at them all, trying to keep her voice level, even though her heart was racing. Taking advantage of a gap between the streetlights, (y/n) snaked her hand down to where Ray's was on her thigh and rested it on top, making the man aware of how it had climbed closer and closer to where she secretly wanted it.

For Ray, all of the air in the car had suddenly become close and warm as lust pumped through his veins. He'd picked up on how he was making her feel and had retracted his hand instantly, ending the contact that was teasing her into madness. But now, he was the one with a problem.

"I'm hot...is it hot in here?" He asked suddenly, not knowing how to deal with his desire without indulging it or hiding it. Deciding to opt for the latter, he took (y/n)'s hand and placed it on the wheel so he could quickly and clumsily take off his zip-up hoodie and throw it on her lap. The things she did to him and the things he did to her; the new sight of those biceps fanned her burning desire too.

"It's hot, I guess," Henry commented nonchalantly, not picking up on Ray's random behaviour. He'd understand when he was older or maybe he'd just get more observant one day.

"You know what, it's my car, I'm gonna put the top down," Ray told his friends and pressed the button that made the convertible roof fold back over their heads. The couple were glad of the cool night air, it let their skin cool down from days' worth of untouched desire and provided the perfect distraction. Ray was sure a kiss wouldn't cut it this time, his carnal instincts were craving more from his girl.

However, the sudden change in wind wasn't good news for Schwoz, who struggled to keep his little mitts on the paper as it danced around in the strong breeze. Henry tried to grab onto it, but he was too late, the blueprints flew from Schwoz's fingertips and were left behind as Ray carried on driving, he and (y/n) unaware of what had just happened.

"The plans! The plans!" Schwoz cried as he and Henry panicked. If those plans were ruined, that was it, game over. Ray and (y/n) frantically looked back to see that their hands were empty, making them freak out too.

"Schwoz! Where the hell are the plans?" (y/n) asked the genius as Ray focused on the road. Dear God, please, don't let it be what she thought it was gonna be.

"Heh..." He and Henry gave her a nervous look and her eyes widened at what they were suggesting. Oh god, no plans, no ideas, what the hell were they supposed to do now?

~Monday~

It was the day of the grand Gizmo Show and it had been a very stressful weekend, to say the least. Schwoz had been working overtime to whip together something for Charlotte and he'd told (y/n) that it would be exactly like that he had read on her plans, but suspiciously, he hadn't let her see the actual machine. She assembled parts and soldered circuits, but all of the main construction had been left to him, so she was essentially working blind as to what he was creating and that made her nervous.

"Oh, god, we are so late!" (y/n) panted as she, Ray, Henry and Schwoz sprinted through the halls of Swellview High with Schwoz's/ Charlotte's project. A couple of last-minute tweaks had made them fall behind schedule and they were only just bursting through the doors and into the hall where the show was being held.

"Coming through, 'scuse us, make a hole!" Ray parted the crowd as they rushed across the room with the new machine covered in a white tarp. 

"Where've you guys been?" Charlotte asked them as they tried to catch their breath. If she only knew the shit they'd been through.

"We got here as fast as we could." Henry breathed raggedly as everyone recovered from the sprint into the school. (y/n) had found that with her super-healing she could run faster and for a lot longer, but even still, she was beat.

"We wanted to stop for ice creams," Schwoz told the girl, making (y/n) roll her eyes. Of course, he'd bring that up.

"But, (y/n) wouldn't let us," Ray added, making his girlfriend look at him in offence. Schwoz was always a snitch, but why'd he have to rat on her as well? He was supposed to love her...

"Et tu, Brutus? I told you, we'll get ice creams later." She looked at him and then Schwoz with a stern face, daring them to argue back. They'd barely made it, if they'd made an ice cream stop, Charlotte would've been disqualified.

"Here come the judges. Move that table out of the way so we can put my Scream Machine there." Charlotte told her friends and Henry and Schwoz lifted the table together as (y/n) and Ray rolled the gizmo to where it should be. Ray pulled off the cloth to reveal...a completely different machine, making Charlotte and (y/n) look at it in horror. Was that what Schwoz had been hiding from her all weekend?

"Whoa, where is my project?" Charlotte asked the boys, who were nervously fidgeting as the girls took in all the different components, tubing and wires.

"What the hell is that? You told me you were building Charlotte's machine!" (y/n) hissed at Schwoz, who gulped at how angry she looked. Ray was adjusting the gadget whilst she was giving the genius an earful and he hoped that he wasn't next on her list.

"Technically, I told you I was working on a machine. I didn't say it was Charlotte's." Schwoz told the woman nervously, making her give him a clip round the ear. Honestly, she felt lied to and irritated that she hadn't seen it coming. Next time, she'd demand to supervise everything because obviously, he couldn't be trusted.

"Listen, listen, I need to tell you something...we lost the plans to your Scream Machine," Henry whispered to Charlotte as he took it upon himself to be the one who took the telling off.

"You lost them?" Charlotte yelled loudly, making them all shush her before the judges could hear. Even (y/n) didn't want that to happen.

"Okay, never tell a woman to shush!" She snapped, but this time, she really did need to be quiet.

"Charlotte, I wholeheartedly agree, but please, be quiet!" She whispered to the girl as she folded her arms and stood next to her.

"We're sorry!" Ray told both of them, not liking how tetchy his girl was now. Did that mean she wouldn't kiss him later? A whole weekend of working on a machine she didn't know about had kept her busy and therefore left him high and dry, with no relief from the scorching desire he'd been feeling since Friday night. He was wound up, to say the least, and a moody girlfriend meant he'd be on the receiving end of nothing.

"So many rules." Schwoz puffed out his cheeks as he learnt something new about women. He didn't know how they worked, which probably explained why he was so bad with them.

"Now, I know why you had to literally build your own girlfriend, you suck at women, dude." (y/n) shook her head at his bewilderment. Girls just want guys to be nice to them, is that too much to ask?

"Look, Schwoz and (y/n) tried to rebuild the machine, but--" Henry started, but the woman didn't like that her name was being dropped into the mix.

"--But without the plans, he couldn't get it to work in time so..." Ray trailed off as (y/n) gave him the side-eye and he felt it best to be quiet.

"So, he tricked me into helping him build the new...thing." (y/n) finished, realising that she didn't know anything about what she had helped make. Instantly, she was as curious as Charlotte to know what it did, although she wasn't as upset. 

"Then what the jack is that thing?" The teen girl snarled, pointing to her new gizmo with rage and disgust. 

"It's a little project I've been working on so, I got (y/n) to help me finish for you!" Schwoz smiled at her, but it didn't make anything better for Charlotte.

"Well, I can't pretend I made this." The girl hissed, knowing that she wouldn't be able to show off a machine that she knew nothing about.

"Well, it has got your little disco ball from your actual project." (y/n) tried to lighten the mood by poking the ball to make it wobble around. Ray even did his little hula dance, which made the young woman giggle, but Charlotte didn't find it so funny. She yanked the disco ball from the machine and threw it across the hall, making Ray gasp in horror. Not the disco ball...

"This isn't my work. I don't even know what it does." Charlotte groaned, rubbing her forehead in frustration.

"Okay, what this machine does---I don't really know what it does--" Henry tried to explain, but he didn't know and the judges were coming their way, meaning Charlotte was suddenly thrust forward to explain her invention.

"Okay next...ah, yes, here's the young lady, who's no stranger to second place ribbons." The head judge told her companions as they strolled up Charlotte, who smiled bitterly at her words.

"Steady on, love." (y/n) commented, not believing that a woman who worked with children could be so cruel. Second place wasn't terrible, sure, first was better, but still. 

"How are you, Charlotte?" The brunette woman ignored the sass and focused on the teenager in front of her, who was suddenly incredibly nervous at being branded a cheat. 

"Oh, you know, good. Little nauseous." She answered honestly, feeling her stomach do somersaults as the judges looked her up and down. Jesus, she'd never been this nervous at a Gizmo Show.

"Great, you wanna tell us about your project?" Was the one's next question and it left Charlotte stumped. She didn't even know where the on switch was.

"I'd rather not." She'd quickly mumbled into the microphone, causing the woman to switch tactics.

"Okay..would you like to demonstrate your gizmo?" She asked and Charlotte knew that she had no choice. It was either that or disqualification and she wasn't waiting another year to come first place.

"Yeah, okay." She apprehensively agreed as Ray stepped forward to make a witty, but unnecessary comment.

"Yeah, 'cause what else would she do? Not demonstrate it?" He laughed to himself, but he was the only one who found it amusing. 

"Sorry, he's a bit...y'know." (y/n) told the female judge nervously and looped her arm through Ray's so she could pull him away from the mic. Honestly, she couldn't leave him around anything, goofy doofus.

"All right, Charlotte. What does your gizmo do?" The woman asked, leaving Charlotte to stumble and look at Schwoz for help.

"Well, uhhhh, I should probably start by turning it on and to do that I just...uhhhh, I push this." She looked at her friends, who were coughing suspiciously and shaking their heads. Okay, so not that button.

"I mean, I pull this..." She moved onto the next lever and was met by another round of covered-up coughs. Next button.

"Actually, I just turn this nob..." She giggled nervously and was overjoyed to learn that this time, she was on the right thing. She twisted the button and the machine illuminated into a bright blue, wowing everyone around it.

"And next, I---uh..." She looked right for help, not knowing what the next step was.

"Arghhh, tap the screen, arggghhh." Henry, Schwoz, Ray and (y/n) coughed and she got the message. Jeez, they were sounding really ill at this point. After pressing the screen, Charlotte was alarmed to hear the machine power up until a beam of light came out of it, hitting Jasper, who had just been standing around and minding his own business. Everyone was flabbergasted to see his body being sucked into the machine and then rematerialised on the other side of the room. Oh. My. God. What had Schwoz built? 

"Wasn't I just over there?" Jasper asked the astonished crowd, but they were too speechless to reply. 

"Good Lord, did your device just transport your device from there to there?" The head judge asked Charlotte, who was also completely baffled at what Schwoz had given her.

"Y--y--yeah. I guess so." She answered, not knowing how to respond at all. 

"We should stop this competition now because Charlotte's device isn't just the best gizmo at this show, this is mankind's most impressive invention of all time!" The judge announced and everyone applauded Charlotte and her "success", but the girl was feeling anything but proud. 

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, it's not so great. Look at that pancake flipper! I wish I had thought of that." She chuckled humourlessly, wishing that her device was about one million per cent less impressive so she wouldn't have to explain herself to the entire world about her revolutionary technology.

"Are you kidding? You have created instant teleportation. This technology could end the need for cars, aeroplanes, shipping. It could help preserve the Earth's entire ecosystem. Charlotte, you are going to be the most famous person on this planet." The judge explained, making Charlotte's stomach drop to the floor. Holy shit, what had Schwoz done?

"Someone call the government!"

"Call Fox News!"

"She's gonna win the Nobel Prize!"

"Yeah, take that China!" Ray added to the random things being shouted out by people in the crowd, not realising that he was contributing to the utter fear being felt by his young assistant. 

"Well, Charlotte, I hope you're proud that--where'd she go?" The judge cut off when she noticed that her star inventor was no longer standing by her side, in fact, she'd disappeared completely.

"Oh, here she is, hiding under the table." Jasper pointed her out and Charlotte whimpered under all the attention, fearing what this newfound fame would mean for her.

"Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte!" She smiled awkwardly as a man lifted her onto his shoulder and the crowd began to chant her name. This wasn't how she wanted things to go at all. 

"Okay, okay. Okay, thank you. I need to get down now. Yeah, okay." She patted the man on the head and he gently placed her back on the ground. Signalling for her friends to come over, Charlotte walked over to a secluded spot as everyone admired "her" teleportation device.

"Hey, kid, what's this thing you built?" She asked a boy around her age, thinking it looked perfect for a secret chat.

"It's a soundproof booth." He answered and that was just the answer she was looking for.

"Cool. In here." She told the gang and they all crowded in, not caring about the protests from the booth's inventor. A small stunning laser from Henry's whiz watch soon sorted him out.

"Yeah, that's my gizmo," Henry smirked at Ray, who happened to overhear his line and loved it. The large man made room for his sidekick as (y/n) stood next to him, ready to grill her friends for what they had unleashed on poor Charlotte.

"Right, I need you guys to listen." The girl looked at them all, knowing that she only had a few minutes before the crowd came looking from her.

"I know what you're going to say so you're welcome." Schwoz smiled at the girl, thinking she was gonna lavish praise and gratitude onto him for sharing his awesome technology with her.

"I'm not welcome! Everyone out there thinks I'm in this scientific genius, who just created this most important invention in the history of the world!" She pointed out in a stressed voice, feeling the pressure again. 

"Once again, you're welcome!" Schwoz smiled at her, but he didn't see that it was actually a very bad thing.

"Idiots!" (y/n) sighed at his blatant stupidity.

"People are calling the government, Fox News!" She gasped, trying to get her head around all the madness.

"So? They're fair!" Ray told her, questioning the girl's worry, which got him a slap on the chest from his girl. Sometimes, he was so dense.

"And balanced!" Henry added, earning a punch on the arm. Idiots, (y/n) and Charlotte worked with idiots.

"And what happens when they wanna know everything about me?" Charlotte prompted, but she still wasn't getting through to them. Looks like they needed it dumbing down.

"Listen, idiots, people are gonna find out she works at Junk-N-Stuff and then reporters are gonna come poking around to talk to her. How long will it take them to figure out that's where Captain Man lives with Miss Danger and works with Kid Danger?" (y/n) explained, making the boys throw their heads back against the booth's walls in frustration. It was inevitable, reporters were always sneaky and shifty.

"They're right. This is a problem, we need to make it go away." Ray groaned as he let his forehead flop down to rest on the young woman's shoulder. Why was life never easy?

"How? I mean, everyone out there just saw her device work." Henry pointed out, gesturing to where the demonstration had just taken place. 

"Yeah, people ain't that stupid. We can't just tell them that Curly's teleportation was just a trick of the light." (y/n) sighed, raising her hand to Ray's head so she could run her fingers through his silky hair. She was still a bit annoyed at how much of a mess had been created, but having him so close...was it getting hot in the box or was it just her?

"We need to get rid of it," Ray told them all, lifting his gaze just enough so he could see over (y/n)'s head and look at that damn teleporter. 

"My machine?" Schwoz asked sadly, not wanting to see his beloved creation destroyed. Now, he'd know how poor Charlotte felt on Friday.

"Yeah, your machine." Ray mocked him using his Schwoz voice, making his girl giggle. He loved how his goofiness always made her laugh, even in the gravest of times. 

"Okay, dude, there's, like, a billion people out there. How are we gonna get rid of it?" Henry asked his boss, but (y/n) had already come up with an answer.

"All we need is a plan," Ray said mysteriously, leaving a few seconds for anyone to come up with one. Of course, (y/n) could have just come out with hers straight away, but seeing him look so serious was hot.

"Which is?" Henry looked at him expectantly, not knowing what he was waiting for. Surely, he had a plan.

"I don't know, Henry. Is it not enough that I pointed out that a plan is what we need?" Ray asked his sidekick in an annoyed tone and that's when (y/n) decided to jump in before any fight could break out.

"I have an idea." She told her boyfriend with a pleasant face, making him cran his neck so he could get more on her level.

"Is it a plan?" He asked, his mouth dangerously close to her neck. God, at this point, he had to be teasing her.

"Yes."She confirmed, making Ray look at Henry with a smug smirk. She'd just ignore that.

"Okay, all we need is for Captain Man, Miss Danger, Kid Danger and a criminal." She said, smirking at Jasper as she formed the idea in her head.

"You want me to be a criminal?" He asked her, to which she slowly nodded her head. 

"Oh, yeah, will you do it?" She asked, using her best fluttering eyelashes, but they only worked on Ray.

"Do I have to whack someone?" Jasper asked, hoping that he'd get to be in on some action.

"No, but you do get the opportunity to impress Captain Man." She offered, knowing that the boy's love for her superhero boyfriend would be enough to sway him.

"I'll do it!" Jasper exclaimed, ready to help Captain Man in any way he could. 

"Good, now, all you have to do is dress up as a criminal and come attack the device. Then, we'll come in and get you, but sadly, the teleporter will have been destroyed in the fight. Easy-peasy, squeeze the lemon." (y/n) explained as they all huddled around her and they all nodded in understanding once she had finished. 

"Okay, we better get into our positions," Henry told them all and Jasper was the first to leave. His costume had to be perfect if he was gonna "fight" Captain Man.

"What about me?" Schwoz whined, suddenly realising that he hadn't been given a job, but there wasn't a lot for him to do. This was a job that didn't need his genius coking it up.

"Just go outside and look normal. You can give us the signal if you want." (y/n) hissed, shoving the small man through the door as Charlotte prepared herself to go next. Honestly, he was such a baby sometimes. Once she was out there, no one would notice Swellview's greatest crimefighters sneaking around. Popping a gumball into their mouths, Henry, Ray and (y/n) started to chew as Charlotte peeked out of the door.

"Okay, here I go." She whimpered and stepped out of the booth, only to be immediately swept up in a tidal wave of people vying for her attention. Wow, being famous looked like hard work. Seeing that they only had a small window of opportunity, the superheroes started to blow their bubbles and transformed into their super suits. 

"Henry, you go first, then we'll follow after." The young woman told him, thinking it would be better if they split up rather than moving as one big group. Plus, she wanted an excuse to be alone with Ray, even if it was just for a second.

"Right, right." Henry nodded and as soon as the hoard of Charlotte-lovers had passed the door, he was creeping out and over to a small table to hide. Good, at least they had some cover. Now, alone together, the young woman turned to her boyfriend with hungry eyes.

"Before we go, kiss me." She told him, putting her arms around his neck so she could pull him close. They had no time at all, but she really wanted to taste those lips one more time before they had to go do their duty.

"Why, sweet girl?" Ray smirked down at her, holding his head back so it was slightly out of her reach. She'd teased him, now, it was his turn.

"Because, I've never told you but, you look so hot as Captain Man." She bit her tongue when his eyes grew darker before surging down to press his mouth to hers hungrily. Hot, wandering hands slid down to the backs of her thighs as he lifted her to put her legs around his waist so she wouldn't have to angle her neck awkwardly. It was a bit uncomfortable navigating around his utility belt, but she was too distracted by his bubblegum taste to care. Now at his level, she freely ran her hands through his slicked-back hair, mussing it sightly as he pressed her tightly against the wall. Thank god it was one-way glass. 

Ray broke free from the kiss and moved his lips to the right, trailing them across her jaw to under her ear, where he nipped sharply at her skin. A moan tore from her lips and Ray couldn't help but move further down her neck, wanting to see what other noises he could get her to make.

"Fuck, you're so hot and all mine, sweet girl." He panted against her neck, making her whine as she realised how long they were taking. What a shame that this couldn't last forever. 

"We have to go." She whimpered, clutching his shoulders tightly as he growled against her skin. He didn't want to go, he just wanted her.

"Ray, Henry's waiting and Charlotte's being ambushed by reporters. We have to go." She repeated and he reluctantly moved away from her skin and released her legs from his hold. 

"Later." He told her in a low voice and she nodded breathlessly as he placed a final sweet kiss on her plump lips one last time before they stepped out into the hall. The reporters were still swarming around Charlotte, who was looking incredibly nervous and then, they spotted Henry, who looked incredibly pissed off at how he'd been hiding on his own for five minutes.

"What took you guys so long?" He asked in an irritated tone as they tiptoed past some unsuspecting bystanders and joined him behind a pop-up table. Did he really want to know?

"Something came up." (y/n) smirked, her chuckling growing even louder as her comment went over Henry's head. He was so innocent, it was cute.

"Where's Jasper?" She followed up, wanting to know where the boy was considering the reporters were getting more and more excited with Charlotte. The poor girl looked like she was gonna pass out. Not knowing where his best friend was either, Henry took out his cell and dialled his number as Ray took out his handy compact mirror and a small comb.

"Jasper, where are you?" The boy asked his friend whilst Ray groomed his hair back into perfection. Normally, he'd keep it messy to show off that his girl had chosen him to be the one she wanted, but Captain Man had to appear immaculate and tidy, even if it made him look a little vain.

"I'm right outside, I found a great disguise in the dumpster." Jasper's faint voice could be heard from the speaker, although in some places it was a little patchy due to the noise from the busy. crowd. (y/n) saw the way Ray was admiring himself in the mirror and she rolled her eyes. Yeah, he looked great (telling him that definitely inflated his ego), but there was no time for staring at himself.

"Okay, just get here and follow the plan," Henry told him, accepting the fact that Jasper was probably gonna smell like a dumpster. Nice. 

"Can I whack someone?" He asked, still holding onto the hope that he'd be allowed to get in on some action.

"No, you can't whack someone, just get here!" (y/n) hissed into Henry's ear so Jasper would hear her and the boy promptly ended the call. Looking out over the table, Ray saw Schwoz wander into the middle of the room and then flick his nostril with his thumb. That must have been the signal. Ray repeated the action back to him and that's when Jasper came bursting into the hall in a very wacky costume. It had a cardboard mask, a trash bag sash and a grungy hoodie.

"Ahhhhhhhh, quick! They're after me! I need a place to hide!" He shouted at the crowd, pointing a cut-off garden hose at them so he could pretend it was a gun.

"Ahhhh, it's that bad guy! Somebody do something!" Schwoz yelled in a bad acting voice, signalling for the three superheroes that that was their cue.

"I'll do something!" Ray exclaimed as he and his sidekicks ran out from their hiding spots. It wasn't the most epic entrance ever, but then again, Captain Man could make anything cool.

"And I'll do something...also!" Henry quipped too, pointing a finger at Jasper as he gave him a sharp glare. Wow, his clothes really stank, they were a few feet away and they could still smell them.

"I'm also here...to do something!" (y/n) smiled at the crowd, feeling like her line wasn't as cool since she was the last one to speak. Obviously, she was there, they'd all seen her.

"Dad, look! It's Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger!" Piper cried as she gasped at the sight of her favourite heroes. Maybe this science fair wouldn't turn out so bad for her after all. The superheroes smiled bashfully as the crowd cheered at their appearance and Jasper took it to ask Schwoz what was the next step. 

"Hey, what do I do know?" He asked, having forgotten everything that had been said earlier.

"Run to Charlotte's table," Schwoz answered in a hushed voice. At least he had been paying attention.

"Right...Ahhhh, this man can't stop me!" Jasper replied, but his need to whack someone was too great. Seeing an opportunity, he punched Schwoz in the nose, making the poor guy drop to the floor unconscious. Honestly, (y/n) said no whacking.

"Uh...hold it right there!" Ray improvised, not expecting Jasper to deviate from the plan and actually attack someone. At least it seemed more real now, maybe.

"No! I'm not...holding it anywhere! Ahhhh!" Jasper turned and sprinted to where the teleporter was and Henry, (y/n) and Ray wasted no time in running after him. They circled the machine a few times as they pretend to care about what he was doing.

"Sir...I urge you to give up." Henry told the "criminal" confidently, acting as though this fight was difficult. 

"Eat feet!" Jasper hissed back, making the crowd gasp at the stupid insult. No one spoke to Kid Danger like that and got away with it.

"Oh, okay, that does it, punk!" (y/n) shouted, looking at Ray for their next move. It was probably gonna hurt, but if it destroyed that damn machine, it was worth it.

"Let's get him!" He cried and the three released a battle cry before jumping over the teleporter, crushing it to pieces under their combined weight. Well, that was easy. 

"Charlotte's gizmo!" The head judge cried like she was in actual pain as she watched the world's greatest invention be destroyed by some two-bit criminal. The crowd couldn't believe it, the revolutionary technology was in bits just like that and it got even worse as the heroes stood up and trampled through it to get to Jasper.

"Ahhhh!" They growled, stamping and throwing bits of the machine around so they could properly destroy it whilst also looking like they were ragging Jasper around. They continued to whack components around as Schwoz got to his feet and (y/n) couldn't help but feel like she was wasting all the work she did at the weekend. Oh, well.

"It's such an odd fight!" The head judge told the man on her left as they both watch Kid Danger and the criminal stamp on the plastic tubing. Well, duh, it was odd. because it wasn't real.

"All right, punk. Next stop for you..." Ray said as he and Henry held Jasper up by his collar, the boy pretending to have been defeated by a particularly hard hit from a circuit board.

"Jail!" Henry finished, looking out at the distraught people watching. Well, they were upset but convinced.

"Oh, I hate jail..." Jasper complained in a dramatic voice as Ray and Henry began to lead him away roughly.

"Tough...well, we better go..." (y/n) hissed and they quickly shoved Jasper out of the hall before any questions could be asked. Let's just say it was a resounding success.

~In the car~

Finally, Schwoz had gotten his hands on some ice cream. (y/n) had relented on the way back from the Gizmo Show and had told Ray to pull into a drive-thru ice cream parlour so they could all grab a cone. It was a tight squeeze in the car for six people, but they'd managed it. Ray was at the wheel with (y/n) snuggled into his side as she sat in the middle of the front bench next to Henry and then in the back, Schwoz, Jasper and Charlotte were crammed in, but thoroughly enjoying their ice creams. It was cramped but cosy.

"Over your shoulder, you know that I told ya, I'll always be picking you up when you're down, so just turn around." They all sang along to an old song. It was something from the early 2000s and (y/n) was surprised that the teens remembered it.

"Hey, babe, can you hold this for a second?" Ray turned to (y/n) and held out his ice cream for her to hold.

"Uh, yeah, sure. What are you--" She asked, but her eyes nearly popped out of her head as Ray unfastened his seatbelt and opened the car door. He rolled out onto the road, forcing (y/n) to grab the wheel before the entire car crashed into the oncoming traffic.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Henry yelled in alarm as the car swerved from left to right and the gang who were still present scrambled to brace themselves for an impact. Luckily though, (y/n) was a competent driver and soon had everything under control, but that didn't mean she wasn't angry.

"That moron, I'm gonna fucking kill him!" She screamed as Schwoz, Charlotte and Jasper tried to see Ray's body lying on the road. She could feel her dropped ice cream seep into her jeans and she promised herself that she was gonna sleep in her old room tonight, even if she preferred to be with Ray in his room. What was so urgent that he felt the need to do that, especially when his girl was in the car? What an idiot.

He definitely wasn't getting any tonight after that stunt.

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x11 Going Home

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 670

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

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She’d had the dream again just before her alarm went off.  The details were fuzzy and indistinct and she could never quite remember what happened when she woke, but it always ended the same way.  She and Henry were in her car.  She looked in the rear view mirror, and she saw this group of people standing there.  One of the women had her hands raised, and there was green and purple smoke enveloping all of them. She didn’t know why, but Emma always felt an intense sadness at this point in the dream.

And then it was all gone–the people, the smoke, the sadness.  It was just her and her kid cruising down the road on a bright sunny day.

There was probably some deep underlying meaning in it all–or so she’d think if she went in for all that dream interpretation crap.

Anyway, she had the dream pretty frequently, probably about once a month, although for a few weeks there at the beginning of the year she’d had it nearly every other night.

Emma shook her head slightly and went back to her task at hand, stirring the eggs, flipping the pancakes, thinking about her day ahead.  It was Saturday so she and the kid were having their normal weekend big breakfast.  After that, she needed to get to work.  She was so close to catching her latest skip.  If she was lucky, she’d nab him tonight and still have time to make it to her date with Walsh.

She couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing when it came to her relationship with Walsh.  Oh she loved him and all, but he was just…comfortable.  Somehow she felt like there should be more in a relationship, more passion, more desire, just…more, but hey. Walsh was a good guy; he got along great with her kid, and they just kind of meshed.

Better a kind of boring relationship than an exciting one where the guy left you holding the bag for his crime and you ended up going to prison for it.

She had just handed the cinnamon to Henry and sat down to dig into her breakfast when the knocking started–and her heart started pounding in time with the knocking.  Sometimes in life there were moments where you get a sixth sense, where you just know something momentous is going to happen.

Brushing aside her fancy, Emma went to the door and opened it to see him.  She didn’t know who this strange man dressed like a pirate was, but she knew him.  It made no sense, but she was pretty sure he was one of the people in the dream she was always having.

He was spouting nonsense about her family needing her and how he knew she didn’t remember but he could make her.

And then he swooped in and kissed her, and God help her, for a split second her knees almost gave out at the rightness of it, the relief, the feelings, the joy.

But then reality set back in, and she did what she should have done the moment he took a step toward her–she kneed him in the family jewels and slammed the door in his face.

Her brow furrowed as she licked her lips, still tasting of him, and the unsettling feelings continued. 

“Who was that?” Henry asked, going back to his pancakes.

It was enough to snap her out of it once and for all.

“No idea,” she said, ambling back toward the table. “Someone must have left the door open downstairs.  Come on; let’s eat.”

Notes:–How could I not write my drabble on this scene?  I am fairly certain I literally screamed when I watched this episode live and saw who it was on the other side of the door.  This was the moment I was 100% certain that Captain Swan was endgame and it was glorious.  Given that this was the mid-season finale, I considered this scene my very first Christmas present of the year.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[fictionadventurer]

Let's go for an obscure one...what can you tell us about Benjamin Harrison?

Benjamin Harrison was the grandson of William Henry Harrison, who got into politics partly to live up to the family legacy, and party out of a sense of duty to live a life of public service. By all accounts, he wasn't a natural politician--his handshake was compared to "a dead fish wrapped in brown paper", and his enemies said that talking to him was "like talking to a hitching post". Political cartoons at the time showed him as a little guy (he was 5'6") dwarfed by his grandfather's hat, and there was a general idea that he couldn't live up to his more famous ancestor's legacy.

But he was also a decent, upstanding guy who was friendly with people he knew well, and who loved kids and dogs. Stories were told about stray dogs that liked him so much that they would try to follow him into his law office.

Harrison was a precursor to some of the things that Teddy Roosevelt later became famous for. He signed the Sherman Anti-Trust Bill that fought against big business, and he was heavily involved in conservation. He created the national forests, and he was the first president who was involved in trying to make conservation laws to save a specific species. He tried (though unsuccessfully) to regulate hunting of fur seals in international waters.

Harrison is the president in the middle of the Grover Cleveland sandwich--his term sat between Cleveland's two separate terms--because the elections at that time were won by narrow margins, thanks to a pretty even split between the two parties and a bunch of newer parties eating into the votes. Both guys were pretty chill about the whole thing. Supposedly, when Cleveland and Harrison were riding together to Harrison's inauguration, Cleveland held his umbrella to protect his victorious opponent from the rain.

When Harrison ran for a second term, his wife died two weeks before the election. After he lost, people sent him condolences about the election and his wife, but Harrison said he barely noticed the election, because that loss was nothing compared to the loss of his wife of nearly forty years.

One last thing: after the Presidential episode about Harrison focused so heavily on him being this boring, upstanding, decent guy, I was very amused to find this speech from him after James Garfield was nominated as presidential candidate at the 1880 Republican Convention.

I am not in very good voice to address the convention. Indiana has been a little noisy within the last hour, and, though the Chairman of this delegation, I forgot myself so much as to abuse my voice. I should not have detained the convention to add any word to what has been said in a spirit of such commendable harmony over this nomination, if it had not been for the over partiality of my friends from Kentucky, which whom we have had a good deal of pleasant intercourse. They insist, sirs, as I am the only defeated candidate for the Presidency on the floor of this convention, having received one vote from some misguided friend from Pennsylvania, who, unfortunately for me, didn't have staying qualities, and dropped out on the next ballot. I want to say to the Ohio delegation that they may carry to their distinguished citizen who has received the nomination at the hands of this convention my encouraging support. I bear him no malice at all. But, Mr. Chairman, I will defer my speeches until the campaign is hot, and then, on every stump in Indiana, and wherever else my voice can help on this great Republican cause to victory I hope to be found.

Let's just say I did not expect Mr. Boring and Straight-Laced to show up with a speech that could be read as, "I lost my voice because I yelled so much at the guys from Kentucky."

[bloodtiesstilllives]

Henry Fitzroy Is A Very Lonely Dude

Looks aren't everything. He said it himself in one of these episodes. And I think he meant that. Not just in regards to his attraction to others, but he might have meant it for himself too.

He knows he is good looking. Plain and simple. Heck it's more than likely why he is able to catch so much prey, but it's got to be so lonely.

As I was watching the show I had to ask myself several times, "Why? Why is he even dealing with all of this mess? Plot?"

But now that I have had some time to stand back and look at it, he was super lonely. First time you meet him he is having sex and sending his meal on their way.

This is him watching the person mentioned above leave after he mesmerized her into thinking she would be really busy the next day.

His life consists of drawing and feeding, with casual hookups along the way. When he sleeps, he literally sleeps like the dead, no casual hookup could handle that. Heck he is so lonely I dont think he would go out much if he didn't need to eat. Just stay home drawing his graphic novels and getting all his stories out on the page.

And now it just makes sense.

He literally sees Mike as a rival lol. I can see why Mike is all in his feels about Henry, but Henry is legit viewing him as a rival.

And Vicki's messy ass ain't helping nothing. Don't get me wrong, she isn't pitting them against each other or anything like that, but she don't help anything diving head first into trouble lol.

Look at them staring each other down.

But yeah. Henry was so bored and lonely that he found some sort of purpose in dealing with this woman and her ability to get into trouble.

It makes for great television though.

[queermania]

Wait does The Walking Dead make Caryl canon? I stopped watching when they killed Glenn because it felt like the show was going downhill so fast and that was the last straw. Plus they were going out of their way to make Caryl not be a thing. Carol went away and didn't even tell Daryl and Daryl didn't even really care that she was gone.

coincidentally, i also stopped watching when they killed glenn for pretty much the same reasons, but i will say that upon rewatch, i liked everything leading up to it a lot better. it definitely seems like this is a show that needs to be binged. it doesn't really lend itself to weekly viewing because every time they build up momentum, an episode ends and the next one is about something different. it's fine when you're binging but watching it week to week was not fun.

and i'll be honest, the show really takes a nosedive after they kill abraham and glenn. (warning: spoilers ahead) glenn's death really changes the tone of the show in a way nothing before it did. everything feels kind of hopeless and pointless after it, even though they eventually find some stability and peace. the episodes immediately following 7x01 are just... insufferable. it's the only way to describe them. negan is insufferable. i can't believe he's a character they chose to have stick around and eventually give a spin-off to. it's miserable to watch him. the show grinds to a halt whenever he's on screen. his monologues are boring more than menacing, and our people just have to suffer through his cruelty and it's miserable to watch. the show picks up again when they finally decide to fight back (even though there is still a sense that nothing will ever really be okay again because glenn is dead and his death was just so cruel) but after they defeat negan, it grinds to a halt again, and it becomes an entirely different show. i'm only about halfway through s10 right now, but everything after negan is defeated feels like a cw show. rick "dies" and then there's a time jump and it's all just hollow.

the only thing that has an ounce of authenticity to it is carol and daryl's relationship and they really shine a light on it. it's not canon in the sense that they're not together but it really gives the impression that daryl is in unrequited* love with carol. basically what happens is that some time after daryl gets away from negan, he finds carol in that cottage/cabin place she's staying at and he lies to her about what's going on with the saviors. he tells her they took care of it and they won and everyone's fine and he does it to preserve her peace. he very clearly wants her to be a part of it and help them but he swallows down what he wants in order to give her what she needs.

morgan eventually tells her the truth about what's going on so she gets involved again and then she gets married to king ezekiel and they raise henry. i'm not sure if either of those characters exist yet by the time glenn dies but it doesn't matter. carol marries someone else and raises a child with him and after the time jump (which is about 6-7 years) it's revealed that like... everybody is all split up?? michonne lives in alexandria (with gabriel, rosita, and eugene). maggie lives at hilltop with jesus, tara, and enid (and maggie and michonne aren't talking for vague reasons but also maggie is actually gone and nobody's told michonne). carol lives in the kingdom with her husband and child. and daryl lives in none of the communities. he just lives out in the forest but carol knows where/how to find him and her child (who is a teenager now) also knows him.

then her kid is murdered and she leaves her husband because it's too hard for her and she basically goes right to daryl. not in a romantic sense but in a He's Here Person sense, like to the point that her husband asks daryl to stay out of it so their marriage can have a chance. (daryl doesn't). and then carol and daryl have a lot of bestie chats. carol goes away on a boat for a little bit but on one of the turn around days, before she goes back out on the boat, daryl asks her to stay. they talk about running away together. they don't end up doing it but they essentially move in to a house together in alexandria.

carol's still fucked up though and daryl is like pleading with her to talk to him and there are a lot of really good moments between them: a lot of talks, a lot of tears, a lot of hugs, a lot of sitting side by side, some bestie fights.

there's also a woman that seems to maybe have a thing for daryl and he's obviously fond of her but he also just... doesn't seem interested in her like that. like there's a moment when she's flirting with him and he's like "oh hey look my best friend carol is back let me go give her the biggest hug in the world."

like it just seems to obvious that carol is the most important person in the world to daryl by several miles (and there are enough lingering shots on his reaction to her with her husband, and her husband's feelings about him, that make it seem like it's more than just friendship for daryl).

as for carol's feelings.... they seem less straight forward but i think there's a very strong argument to be made that it's less that she doesn't feel that way about him and more that she won't allowed herself to. it's a line she doesn't want to cross for Reasons but those reasons aren't that she doesn't or couldn't feel that way. at one point, after her kid dies and she leaves her husband, she has a dream that she comes downstairs and daryl is cooking eggs and her son is sitting at the table and like... her husband is just straight up not a part of that dream. the family in her dream is her, daryl, and the kid. so. you know.

anyway. i still have about a season and a half left and i doubt they make it Confirmed Romantic in that time but i'll let you know if it happens.

[madstwd]

Keep Finding Something to Fight for

Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader

words: 1.4k

season: 9

warnings: Whisperer line up, grief, angst

request: @riskelle "hi! idk if you’re taking requests or not but i just came up with an idea for a fanfic and i needed to tell someone and you happened to be the first one i saw that was twd related. so, im sure you know the episode where the whispers do the head border and i was wondering if you could make that like the storyline but instead of carol seeing henry it could be y/n seeing like a parent or siblings head and daryl is the one to comfort them because he knows how much they meant to y/n. and this would be daryl dixon x gn reader or whatever. idk you don’t have to it was just a random idea that popped up in my head when i was watching twd edits lol. have a nice day!!!"

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As soon as people started to figure out people were missing you and Daryl had started to track, after recent events it almost seemed like the day was almost too perfect. Everyone gathered together, the kingdom filled with smiles and laughter like it once was. All the pain and suffering long forgotten. Well that's what everyone hoped, what everyone would pray to happen for all communities. “Daryl, did you see (siblings name)?” you asked the man quietly as you followed his footsteps. Daryl didn’t reply at first, his eyes trained on the ground as he wracked his head for any form of memory he saw. He shook his head, a soft grunt leaving his lips. The relationship with your sibling was close, probably one of the closest he had seen since the Green’s family. The two of you are sticking together, watching each other's backs. Something he was jealous of at first, until you two became close with him, you a lot more. Your sibling welcomed him home, often bringing him supplies when he left to search for Rick's body. “Do you think they’re okay? Maybe I just missed them as we left” you sighed. Daryl stopped, turning to look at you, your face etched with fear and worry. “We’ll find them, all of them. Return them home. Safe. i promise” he spoke gently, unsure if he could even keep his promise. He saw how these people worked, how they moved and hurt their family already. You didn’t, you hadn’t seen them yet staying inside Alexandria until his return where the two of you helped get Henry back to the kingdom. You searched his face for a lie, something he was used to after every time he told you he was okay. You nodded unsurely but continued to follow him. 

You met with the reach of the search party, finding Siddiq sitting against a tree. Bloody, battered and terrified. His eyes leaking tears as Daryl and Michonne helped him stand. You briefly met his eyes, looking at the horror that he held in them. He guided you all up the hill, the conversation muted as you followed them. Daryl walked ahead, you followed behind Michonne who was supporting Siddiq as you approached the top of the hill. You lifted your head as people gasped at the sight in front of them. Their eyes falling over each of the people who were brutally killed, the groans of loved ones went quiet as you gazed upon the people. Daryl sped in front of you, holding your face. The action shocks you, his body blocking you from the view of the last one. “Daryl-” you whimpered as you looked at him, your heart dropping. You could feel your body start to collapse against his as you looked past his shoulder. The eyes of the walker boring into you hungrily. Your sibling. Daryl tried to stop you, he tried to ease you to the floor but you became dead weight, the scream coming from your mouth hurt your throat. Your sibling was dead, strung up like some trophy hunt. 

You couldn’t feel anything, your eyes glued onto their head. Watching them snap and snarl at you, your weapons dropped to the ground, your hands grasping at the damp soil desperately. “y/n '' Daryl whispered, holding your face firmly. Drawing you to look at him, to focus on him. “They-they’re” you whimpered, sobs wracking through your body. The tears became cold as the wind swept at them. “Look at me, look at me” he instructed. Tears of his own falling down his face. You listened to him, watching him hold you against his chest, shielding you poorly from the sight. The image burned into your mind already. His fingers combed through your hair as you calmed down, your body following his breathing. 

Upon returning home you waited in your room for their burial, for them to lay with the family that was lost. No one saw you, no one could get to you. You could hear them talking through your door as you held onto their clothes, their possessions that they picked up along the years. You could hear Daryl sigh behind the door as yet another food tray was left untouched where he left it, replacing it with another. “She's not come out since he was buried, someone should stay up to catch her if she leaves” michonne said as she brushed through Judith's hair. The group murmured amongst themselves agreeing with the woman. 

You sighed, slipping on one of their hoodies before you opened the window. You heard their plan and didn’t feel like talking to anyone but you wanted to be with them, the room you shared felt empty and cold. No longer filled with life. You slid out the window carefully, it wasn’t your first time jumping out the window having to do it when the wall broke to meet back with Rick the night Carl's eye got shot, eternally thankful for the bush that was just under it. You silently cursed at the noise you made when you landed, hoping it wasn’t Daryl who was waiting for you downstairs. You ran through the streets towards the grave, something that you never wanted to do, wanted to experience. You stopped as you got closer, your feet feeling heavy with each step. You let out a shaky sigh as you passed Carl's, another person it was hard for you to lose. Your eyes fell upon their name etched into the wooden cross, the grave further back closer to the flower bush that surrounded the grave. You sat next to it, mindful of the other graves surrounding it. “I'm so sorry” you whimpered. Your hand grasping at the soil that covered them. “We should have gone together, I should have gone and you stayed behind.” you cried. “What happened to dying together you pain in the ass” you chuckled. 

The night grew cold as you sat with them, the soft glow of lights from the surrounding houses illuminated you. Making it easier for him to find you. You looked up, spotting Daryl. He stood taking you in, the sight of you so small, cowered in the corner like a frightened animal. He didn’t say anything, just slowly walked past you. He brushed against you as he sat down. Extending his arm so you could tuck it nicely underneath him. Thankful for the warmth he supplied as he held you close. “You good?” he asked, his hand rubbing against his arm. You shook your head sighing shakingly. “I miss them so much, I can't sleep. All I see is how they were left” you cried. Daryl held you closer, protecting you from the sadness as much as he could. 

“When Merle died, I just didn't know what to think. Part of me was happy he had gone, the last thing tying me back to what happened years ago. But he was also all I had for a long time. At the start I kept fighting in hopes I would find him, or be able to go out and find him again. And then what I was fighting for left, I was lost again” he sighed, thinking back to his late brother.

“How did you move on, it seems impossible” 

Daryl sighed, looking down at how broken and weak you looked tucked into him. 

“Found something else to fight for” 

“What was it?” 

“You” 

You looked up at him, a small smile placed on your face as you nodded, a silent thank you. He waited with you until sunrise. The two paying your respects, letting out any grief you had held in for the past few days. When the people woke, began to start their chores for the day, the two of you made your way back to the house, Daryl's hand holding yours tightly. You focused on it, the way he fit around you perfectly instead of the sympathetic smiles people were giving you. You both entered the house, sitting in front of the fireplace as he went and got you something to drink and eat. The two of you sat staring at the flames in silence, taking in comfort in his presence. Thankful he didn’t talk much, or pester you to see what was happening in your mind. 

“So just keep finding something to fight for?” you asked silently. Turning your head to look at him, his hair falling over his eyes, his features light up with an orange glow. He grunted, nodding. You held his hand again, appreciating the comfort he was giving. You would never forget them, you could never move on. The last person you knew from the old world taking in this corrupted one, but for them you would fight. Fight to protect the people left, your family. to protect him. The person that was holding you above the surface. Keeping you afloat.