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I Want You | ELIJAH HEWSON

PAIRING : elijah hewson x original f!character

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers

SUMMARY: dahlia jenkinson, josh’s sister is asked to fill in as photographer at his bad’s concert. her plan is to ask him out by the end of the show as she’s been crushing on him for ever. what she doesn’t expect is that one of their songs was written about her—and she’s right there when he confesses it.

WORDS: 5.6k

WARNINGS: smoking, drinking, kissing

Friday. Underground. London.

I run through the station passing the endless people, posters and children's screams. My brother, Josh, had asked me yesterday to help out at his band's concert. He'd told me that their photographer had gotten COVID so he needed someone to fill in.

I dragged my roommate along with me as my moral support, seeing as she's heard me spill every secret in my mind about the band's lead singer, Elijah. I've been helping Josh with his band's endeavours for years and have also had to condone countless sleepovers. I've had the sound of drumsticks crashing together engrained in my head by this point. Robyn has always told me to 'stop being a pussy and ask Eli out on a date' but honestly, I'm terrified I'll ruin everything. This photography thing has really helped to get me new jobs and more exposure.

"So, you still crushing on Eli?" Robyn asks. She's been glancing over at my phone for the past few minutes. I've been texting the band group chat that I've been added to. They usually kick me out randomly. This is the longest period of time I've been in it without having an argument. I'm pretty proud.

"Shut up." I scoff. "If you dare say anything to any of of them, I will kill you."

"I wouldn't," she laughs. I give her a look. "I'll try not to..."

"You and your big mouth."

"I can't help it."

"I shouldn't tell you things."

"Who else would you tell?" She grabs at my phone, noticing a message from Elijah pop up.

It reads: "Missed you. You've always been the better Jenkinson." I try to contain my smile at the stupid message. It's just a couple words beneath a name on a screen and I'm getting all nervous. It's pathetic. God, this is getting bad.

"That's cute," Robyn says and is about to start writing a message back until I snatch my phone back. Who knows what kind of bullshit she'd start sending. She'd surely send some terrible pictures of me. That's happened on many ocassions. I've learnt my lesson to never trust her with my phone.

"Cringe." I type back, although the smile on my face is betraying the words on the screen. I stare at his profile picture for a few seconds. It's a selfie of me and the band. I look half asleep, probably drunk. Eli's hair is all over his face and Josh is squeezing Ryan's cheeks. Bobby is just angrily staring at the camera. He definitely didn't want to be in that photo. It's sweet that Eli has kept his profile picture that way for so long. We haven't seen each other in months. I send another message, "Well you're not my favourite Hewson."

He sends an angry emoji. "Who is then?"

"Bono, course."

He sends a few more angry emojis before spamming the group chat. There is already some kind of argument happening. Robert seems to be late and they're all asking where he is. I switch my phone off, sliding it into my pocket. Robyn's been unusually quiet.

"What have you done this time?" I ask with a subtle tilt of my head. She's chewing on some haribos she'd bought moments ago. She then smirks to herself, "Nothing."

I'm a little worried but decide to brush it off. We leave the train station and I'm struck by the freezing air. I sometimes forget how cold England is. Having moved from Ireland over a year ago, I feel like I should've acclimatised. But, why is it always so cold? I hold my jacket closer to myself to try to warm up.

We pass at least ten people with 'I love London' shirts. Sounds of street sellers are familiar along with the hustle and bustle of late London nights. I see the London Eye twisting in the distance. Big ben is tolling. The venue comes into view a few streets away. I'm dreading it slightly. I feel as if I'm not going to cope this time seeing that ever-so-familiar face. It's as if with each passing month, he gets better looking. It should be crime. I'll probably melt when I see him.

I instead focus on seeing Josh and my excitement for seeing the gig. They've all really improved over the years. They really know how to put on a good show. Adrenaline rushes through my veins. It'll be fine. Surely.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" Robyn takes notice of me fiddling with my earrings. It's become some nervous habit. I find a comfort in twiddling the crystals between my fingers.

"A bit," I say. Honest. "What if he finds out? We'll surely get piss-drunk. What if he only wants to be mates?"

"Lia, darling, you've got to stop overthinking it. After hearing all these stories you've told me, it sounds like he likes you a lot," she says, grinning. "I'll tell you if I see any looks passed or anything suspicious, okay?"

"You're the best." I give her a hug, forgetting for a moment about the crowded streets around us. Robyn hugs are always too good to be true. I sometimes forget how unbelievably short she is and how she tries to suffocate me with her arms.

Just as we're about to continue down the endless streets, I see someone running past us. I barely even realise he's passed me until Robyn points him out. I see long, curly hair and a massive case swung over his shoulder. Bobby. Then, he turns to face us. Blue eyes catch me off guard then a massive grin. He seems to question whether he should stop or get to the venue. He's very late.

"Is that the bassist?" Robyn wonders. "Robert?"

"That's me," he says, retracing his steps. His mullet has gone all messy in the autumn wind. He's trying to swipe away a few stray hairs from out of his face. "Hey Dally. Who's this?" He points towards my friend with a lazy smile.

"This is Robyn. My roommate. She's the one who accidentally stepped on a pigeon."

"Ah." He then turns into his bird lover mode. "How could you do that to a poor, helpless bird? How could you? Can't believe you're called Robyn. That's a disgrace. Wish I was called Robyn. Or sparrow. Or some kind of bird. God, do I love birds—"

"Okay, Robert. We get it," I interrupt with a finger in the air. He crosses his arms over his chest, pouting. Robyn is laughing at his angered demeanour. He always puts on this irritated-sarcastic face in moments like this. He looks like a child after stepping on lego.

"Aren't you late?" Robyn asks the blue-eyed boy. His phone has been pinging with notification throughout the few minutes they have been walking together. He seems to be a little stressed. I have to almost run to keep up with this speed of impossibly long legs.

We approach the venue. It's a huge, pretty rundown building which strikes out in stark contrast to the fancy buildings around it. The words 'Inhaler:tonight' are written on a chalkboard beside the entrance. The place really matches the band for some reason. There's a queue of fans outside. A lot of them are sat down on the pavement. They scream at the sight of the bassist, piling around him. Phones are being held up to take pictures of him.

"Sorry guys, I've got to get inside. Thank you for coming," Robert mumbles.

Robyn and I act as body guards, preventing anyone from getting too close. Banners have been dropped onto the ground, passersby glance over in confusion. There's colourful cowboy hats covered with jewels everywhere. That music video really drove the world crazy. It definitely drove me crazy. I probably make up at least half of the views.

The majority of the crowd continue to take photos. Some say 'Oh my God, that's Josh's sister!' I give them a smile whilst simultaneously pushing Robert forwards.

We finally get to the back door. The gathering give up after a while. They go back to the queue, attempting to slot in to their previous place.

"Well, doors haven't opened yet so you can't be that late," I remark. The front doors are still locked.

"I'm missing sound check though."

I hear music booming quietly through the walls. I open the door, pressing down on it with fingertips. It creaks open to a long corridor with white plastered walls. It smells of fresh paint. The light is barely even attached to the ceiling. It looks like some horror film scene. Creepy.

But then Josh comes around the corner. His guitar is slung over his chest and his face lights up to reveal a huge smile that I've always adored. He's taller than the last time I've seen him. He runs straight towards me, engulfing me with his arms. I'm uncomfortably pressed against his guitar but I couldn't care less. I'm so glad I came. I missed him so much.

Robert slides past us and Robyn awkwardly stands in the doorway. I introduce her to my brother. He gives her a hug as well. She seems to enjoy this whole situation a lot. She's getting all loud and giddy.

The rest of the band are still playing through songs. They're running through 'Dublin In Ecstasy'. Elijah's voice is echoing through the entire building, sliding it's way through my skull. There's a part of me that wants to turn back. I could just make my way back to my apartment, have a cup of coffee and stalk Twitter accounts of people who went to the show. I definitely haven't been doing that for the past few months. I'm not that insane. Or obsessed.

"Do you want to listen to sound check or hang out back stage?" Josh asks us. He's been talking to Robyn, getting to know her and she seems to like him, thankfully. It'd be downright awkward if she hated his guts.

"I'll follow you," Robyn says to Josh. She starts to traipse down the corridor. I watch her curls bounce from side to side as she jumps with every step. She suddenly realises that she's left me behind. "You coming?"

I groan, staring at the door. "Yeah. Fuck it."

I pick up my camera in preparation. I've been using the same one for years. It's got stickers all over it. Some of random bands, some from different countries and little letters spelling out my name. Elijah had bought me a few pages of letters of the alphabet as a birthday present when I turned 15. I still remember that day. We were all huddled inside my living room after being drenched by a sudden storm. There were about fifteen of us, including the band. The fireplace before us was the only source of light in the darkened room. I think I was dating Ryan at that point. That was a strange time. He was sweet. It only lasted a couple of weeks. Elijah had a girlfriend too. Younger me was very jealous. I think that's what made me realise I liked him.

Now, fast forward eight years and my heart is beating in my ears like I'm a teenager all over again.

I allow Robyn to go first. I trail behind. Josh has left us to our own devices and we try to figure out where exactly we're supposed to go. We decide to follow the sounds of music booming. Closer and closer. We go down a staircase, open a door then we're right at the stalls, just beneath the stage. The door crashes so loudly that all of the band stop playing. They all peer down at us.

The band name 'Inhaler' is upon the wall and coloured lights paint the stage. This room is a lot nicer than the exterior. There's a standing area then seats up along the top. The walls are painted a deep shade of crimson with gold lines intricately painted everywhere. It's too good to be true. It feels so weird being at one of their gigs again. It feels even weirder to see all of them in the same place at the same time.

I trace my gaze along the stage. I take a quick glance at Josh who is tuning his guitar, then Ryan who's staring at us with wide eyes. I shift my eyes a little further to see Elijah. He's dropped his mic at the sight of us. I take notice of the length of his hair. It's falling over his eyes, a mess of curls shrouding his face. He's wearing a white vest top and a bulky blazer which is holding onto his shoulders for dear life. I can't see him very well from here. What I can see is the complexity of his gaze. The way he's looking at me is making me nervous. I take a deep breath.

"Dahlia?!" Ryan calls out. He drops his drumsticks similarly to Elijah.

"Surprise?" I say. I thought Josh had told them I was coming. "Wait, did Josh not tell you?"

Elijah picks up the microphone from the ground, not taking his eyes away from mine. "Josh, you gobshite. I thought she was coming next week," he says into the mic, words jumping through my ears. I hate how warm his voice is through those speakers. It's sickening.

"Well, I'm not complaining." Ryan jumps down from the stage, giving me and Robyn a hug. It's a group hug where we're all squashed together. He's grinning from ear to ear.

"You're still short," I say. I can still look down on him, especially with my chunky boots. He rolls his eyes. "This is Robyn." I introduce my roommate to both Ryan and Elijah.

"Nice to meet you," Elijah murmurs as he jumps off the stage. He's left the mic on the stand. He's pushing his hair from his face.

Robyn gives me a look, raising an eyebrow in the direction of Elijah. She's got a malevolent smile. What's she going to do? Maybe I shouldn't have brought her.

"I've heard all about you." Robyn gives Elijah a little wink. I kick the back of her leg .

His lip raises the slightest bit. I find myself staring at his mouth for far too long. There's stubble lining his chin and a splatter of freckles on his cheeks. "Have you, now?" His low voice drifts through the air. He's maintaining eye contact with me. I'm trying to evade his gaze.

"She's exaggerating." I assure him, trying to stop myself from giving Robyn another thwack.

"Eli! We have like 5 minutes until door opens and Dublin In Ecstasy is a mess. Get up here. You can swoon later." Robert is already playing the introduction to the song. Ryan and Josh join in.

"Swoon?" Eli shakes his head with a grin.

"We're just that amazing," Robyn whispers to me.

I hold up my camera, taking a picture of the three lads on stage. Then I point it at Elijah. I take a few of his confused face before he leaves us to sing along to the music.

"He's whipped." Robyn watches as he climbs back onto the stage. "Likes you so much he can barely even function-" She points out how he can't even plug his guitar in. He's been trying to shove the lead in for a while but his eyes are wandering elsewhere. "You've got to say something to him. He's leaving tomorrow, isn't he? Maybe tonight.."

I breathe in. "Alright. I'll try."

Robyn and I hum along to the tune. Elijah's rough vocals make my mind go cloudy. He sounds so much crisper in person. I think back to the cuts and bruises vinyl on my shelf. Robyn had bought it the day it came out. Josh sent me every version possible. Robyn went on about supposedly being 'the first person in the world who bought it'. She said she saw the record in HMV and instantly thought of me. We had stayed up late that night to listen through each track. Eating popcorn, drinking alcohol, talking about random shit. That was when I told her everything about Elijah. From the schoolgirl crush, to the trying to forget him then to the full-blown infatuation. She enjoyed listening to every detail I had to offer.

Elijah continues singing. I'm holding my breath, my palms are sweaty, I feel my heart pulsing at my throat. Robyn is swaying to each beat of the drums. Elijah won't stop looking at me.

Then the song ends and we all tun backstage, in an attempt to evade the incoming fans. I hear shouts echoing in the distance. We've gathered in a little room backstage. Josh is showing me some fancy chocolates he bought in Rome. I'm taking pictures of the band members. Robyn keeps photobombing. I rest my head upon the armrest of the sofa, closing my eyes. It feels nice. Calm. Until, someone settles beside me. They grab my legs so that they can properly sit down. The hands are cold and fingertips are calloused. That someone is Elijah. "Excited for the show?"

He's got his pre-show drink in one hand and his phone in the other. I close my eyes once again.

I shift around in the soft cushion attempting to get into a more comfortable position. He scoffs and pulls my legs up by the ankles to rest them over his thighs. "I know you're tired," he says. He takes a sip of his drink. "But if you dare fall asleep during the show, I will throw my guitar at you." I move my legs around his thighs then actually raise my head to look at him. I take a picture as he makes a stupid face. I don't know how he can do that whilst still looking pretty.

"Is this comfortable?" I ask. He's been very still. "I can move if you want."

"It's nice... fine," he mumbles as he scrolls through messages on his phone. "Reminds of that music lesson. Must've been our first year of secondary school. You fainted after some practice test we did. We were sat in this exact position for at least an hour. I think my legs stopped working."

I try to bring my head back to the memory. He was so different back then. Shorter hair, insanely asthmatic. He only knew me as Josh's twin sister. Somehow that was enough for him to stay there with me and keep me safe. After that, he had some complex where had to look after me with his life. It was charming.

"I had to kick you about nine time because you feel asleep, " I recall. My mind is wandering through moments I can barely even remember. "You were so strange."

"I could've left you there in the practice asleep. You should be thanking me for saving you from embarassment-"

"Why, thank you. Oh how you've changed my entire life. I owe you all that I have."

He shakes his head, squeezing the skin at the bottom of my ankle. He then rests his hand there. As if it's normal. He's still reading through messages, biting the top of the plastic cup.

"When do you lot go on then?" I ask everyone.

Robyn has started drawing eyeliner onto the other boys. She just pulled it out of her pocket randomly and asked if they wanted her to do it. They've filed into a queue. She's done some graphic liner on Bobby with little stars that makes his bright eyes pop out all the more.

"Ten minutes." Ryan is putting some hair gel through his hair. He puts some music on using a bluetooth speaker they placed in the corner. Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley comes on. I'm trying to stop myself from falling asleep but it's getting harder with each passing second.

"I'm so excited," Robyn says as she does Josh's eyeliner. She's made his more smudgy and messy. It suits him a lot. "Elijah, should I do yours? Or Dahlia can do it?" She passes the tube towards me. There's some malicious intent behind her eyes. I narrow my eyes down to the black contraption, taking it uneasily between my fingers.

He lays down his phone and drink. He's trying to push all the hair out of his face to give me some access to his eyes. I kneel down on the sofa beside him. I grab a hair bobble from my wrist then tie the top half of his hair up. He groans as I pull some strands way too hard then relaxes into my touch. He smells like cigarette smoke and cologne.

"How should I do it?" I wonder out loud. I've opened the tube and I'm trying to figure out the best way to go about this. He looks like his teenage self with his hair like this. His eyes are maintaining a hard eye contact as I near him. There's a warmth rising to my face.

Robyn pulls out her phone and shows me a picture of Rodrick Hefley. I snort. "Try it like that," she says.

Elijah closes his eyes as I begin to draw little lines then smudge. I've grabbed his chin to keep him in place. I can feel the sharp stubble poking at my fingers. He opens his eyes every now and then. They're half-lidded, watching. I poke his eye by accident. I scold him for opening his eyes. He decided to instead keep them closed.

I admire my work once I've done. It's not my best liner but it's alright. The other boys gather around to get a look at him. His hazel eyes come into view and he smiles widely at the sight of us all. "Does it look good?"

"Looks class," Ryan says as he grabs a mirror. The other boys nod along.

Elijah looks at himself. He seems to not know if he likes it or not. He smiles at me and says, "Thanks, love."

I just smile back, pulling out the bobble from his hair. An unruly splatter of curls cascade across his forehead. There's something about him wearing eyeliner that's stopping me from thinking straight. It's different. I'm still sat half on top of him, one knee resting on his thigh and the other on the sofa. He helps me off of him then stands up.

He ruffles his hair as he says, "Let's get going lads."

The four boys grab everything they need for the show. Water bottles, instruments, drumsticks, their sanity. They all give each other a group hug. It must be some pre-show ritual because they all down their drinks at the exact same time. If that wasn't planned, it was uncanny.

"Good luck." I wave them off and they travel down the corridor in a straight line. As each of them walk out, I take a picture. Elijah is the last to leave. He stops in the doorway, still holding his plastic cup. He raises his lip to reveal his white teeth as I take the picture. He really enjoys making the strangest faces.

"If you don't get our best angles, I'll have to think about firing you." Elijah warns me just before he turns around. He then disappears down to another asylum-like corridor before I can get a chance to insult him. I let out a breath.

"That went well, right?" Robyn's trying to figure out what's going through my head. I can't even comprehend anything that just happened. The feel of his hand still lingers at my ankle. "That whole time you were talking to Josh about those chocolates, he was staring you down. It was pretty creepy, to be honest." She laughs. "Don't even get me started on the eyeliner. All of us felt like total third wheels."

"Sorry," I say. I play around with the bobble at my wrist. It had been wrapped around those glorious curls only moments ago. "God, I'm so in love it hurts."

"That's how I felt when I started liking Emmy. Literally all I could think about was her." Robyn is in a daze, eyes glued to the wall. "You need to do something before it's too late."

"After the set, I will tell him." I finally accept my fate. I could possibly not see him until next year. Or the year after. Who knows how busy I could get?

"Good," Robyn says. "I'm tired of hearing Elijah this Elijah that. Girl, I get it."

"You had an Emmy this Emmy that phase. Don't even start."

She frustratedly sighs. "Come on. I think they're going on."

I hear the crashing of drums reverberating through every wall, every floorboard. Slowly, we approach the main room. The bodyguard lets us through to the wings of the stage. I can see all the crowd from this angle. There are phones, cowboy hats and banners littered through the crowd. Some of the audience are people we had seen when Bobby was surrounded. They're screaming at the sight of the band.

The first song they play is These Are The Days. I keep my camera handy through every song. Elijah takes notice of us standing there. He steals a glance at us when he has a chance to breath. He's singing a lot stronger than I'd ever seen online.

Then they play through a few more songs on the new album. I sing along, I dance, I try not to get blinded by the flashing lights. Then all of a sudden they've finished playing Love Will Get You There and he turns to look right at me.

"This next song..." His words are pretty slurred. He's drunk. "This is an old one. I wrote this when I was about 17. There was this girl at my school who I just liked so much— I couldn't even focus in class. I played it to her once we'd got it perfect and she had not a single clue that it was about her. She still doesn't. It's been six years and I've never told her." He pauses and looks at me. "This is for you."

I'm overwhelmed by emotion. I raise an eyebrow at him. He just starts strumming along with his guitar. That's when I realise he's playing I Want You. They'd played that song to me in Elijah's garage. I asked him who it was about. He lied and said it was about his ex-girlfriend. I never thought twice about it. I never listened to it because it made me sick to my stomach that it was about her. A girl who I had been so jealous of.

"You got your lipstick on..." He starts singing. He's literally pointing at me. The crowd looks confused. They can't see me.

"Oh, Jesus," Robyn exclaims. "Oh, wow. I can't believe this. He's fucking confessing! Dally, I'm so happy for you right now. What the hell!"

Robyn is just as shocked as I am. We're both slack-jawed, wide-eyed yet caught in a silence as the song goes on. The crowd sings along with each and every line. The other members of the band have caught on with what is happening. They all seem to be pretty proud. Especially Josh. He's smiling so big it's making me smile too.

The truth is, I don't want the song to end. Or the show. I just want this moment to drag on forever. It all feels too good to be true.

The song finishes, the lights switch off, the crowd screams. I'm left in the darkness. Robyn is holding onto my side for dear life. The only thing illuminating the world around us is a tiny light bulb above us. My eyes start to get used to the darkness. I see a figure approaching.

"Can you come with me?" It's Elijah. His cheeks are tinged a shade of bright red. There's sweat lining his throat and his chest. He's taken off the blazer and has slung it over his shoulder. The eyeliner has bled down a little.

"Yeah..." I'm exasperated. My throat is raw from singing so much. My brain can barely process what is happening around me. My hands want to reach out and hold him close to me.

He grabs my hand, pulling me down through a corridor. We're both running towards the back door. I'm trying to match his pace but his longer legs give him an unfair advantage.

We finally reach the exit. He opens the door for me, allows me to pass through then shuts it. I'm met by London streets. Brick walls, crooked alleyways, a rubbish bin. It's not particularly romantic. But, with him standing there in front of me, it becomes the most romantic place on Earth.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like that," he admits. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you when you left. I was going to tell you at the airport when you were about to leave Dublin. So that you could think it through without us seeing each other every day. Then I got fucking terrified."

"I was going to tell you then too." I press my back against the wall. He's pulled out a packet of cigarettes. He offers me one. I let it rest between my lips. "I had plucked up some courage after I went to the toilet but then I sat beside you and forgot the whole script I'd planned out in my head. That was a pretty awkward five minutes. Felt like a century."

"We're idiots, aren't we?" He says as he lights his cigarette. "Josh has always known. I don't know how he never told you. He's great at keeping secrets. Six years of keeping his mouth shut. I don't know how he has that much self control."

"Six years?" I blow out a puff of smoke into the air. My eyes wander across the star covered sky. The moon is looming and watching us.

"I know." He's blushing again. He's trying to keep his distance from me, leaving a slight gap between us. "I'm pathetic."

"I liked you for longer."

"What?"

"Eight years. Since the day you started dating the blonde girl." I feel stupid saying it out loud. He's laughing at me.

"That's class."

We stand there in silence just looking at each other. I can hear ambulance sirens and birds calling. The brick walls is hard against my back. My shoes are covered in water from standing in a puddle. I can imagine that there's a camera above us. This could be a scene straight out of a film.

"Are you going to kiss me then?" Some sudden burst of confidence brings those words from my lips.

He's taken aback. His eyes fall down to my mouth. He then takes a step closer. I can feel his breath at my cheeks.

"Do you want me to?" His voice goes all low and his accent gets thicker. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek. Metal presses against my cheekbone. His thumb lazily draws a line across my bottom lip. His words hang in the air. "Dahlia, my love. Do you—"

I press my lips to his. I can't hold back anymore. I can taste the smoke on his tongue. His mouth is minty and his lips are soft. I've imagined this moment countless times. In a bookstore, in a train station, in the garage. But, this is perfect. Perfect.

My fingers sink into his hair. He groans into my mouth as I pull a few strands at the back. His thumb is sliding across my cheekbones. He's dropped the cigarette to instead use his other hand to clutch my waist. My hands are at his chest. His heart is beating incredibly fast. He holds me tight against him until I feel his chest rise and fall. Up and down. Breathing in and out.

We hear voices behind us. He pulls away quickly. We both turn to see a group of fans. They're teenagers and they're all dressed in bright outfits. They didn't see anything but they seem rather suspicious, whispering.

"Eli! Oh my God!! Can you take my BeReal please?" One of them shouts over.

Elijah runs his fingers over his lips. His ears are a pink shade. He slides his hand away from my waist.

"Yeah, sure!" He approaches the three girls with a small smile. He's trying to act normal. "I love your hats." He points at the 3 cowboy hats which spell out the word 'Inhaler' when they're all stood side-by-side.

"Thank you so much!" The darker haired girl passes him her phone. "Your eyeliner looks so good. You should do it like that more often."

"I had a grand makeup artist." He winks. I roll my eyes.

"Could Dahlia be in it?" The girl with glasses notices how I've awkwardly shifted to the side.

"Course she can," Elijah says.

I stand in the frame next to Elijah as he holds up the phone. His lips are red after being stained by my lipstick. I drop my head onto his shoulder and close my eyes. He nestles his face into my hair as he takes the picture. We're both giggling like lunatics.

I'm so glad it happened like this.

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babygirldior · 1 year

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disrespectful

achraf hakimi x reader

my husband im so proud of him

warnings: none

summary: you and hakimi are ready to head home after the match against spain

a/n: short and sweet i hope you like it!

you cup his face in your palms, running your thumb along his flushed cheeks.

"a panenka." you breathe, still in disbelief from the scene you just witnessed.

"you liked it, then?" he laughs, curling his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. he holds you against his chest, ducking his head to press a kiss to your lips.

"disrespectful." you murmur in between kisses. his skin his hot and slick with sweat but you can't bring yourself to care. you're too elated from the match, from hakimi's performance, and you can feel his smile against your lips. "unbelievably disrespectful."

"i didn't think it would work," he hums, resting his head on the crook of your shoulder. "i was so scared."

"i wasn't." you run your fingers along his skin, smiling when you feel goosebumps arise under your fingertips. and you're telling the truth. you weren't worried. your eyes had been on him when he stepped up to take it, the big screen showed his face, jaw clenched and eyes focused on the goal, and you knew he would make it.

and you were right, of course.

straight down the middle, hitting the net where the keeper was standing just moments prior. you were up on your feet and screaming, laughing, before anyone else.

he pulls back to look down at you with inky eyes, the corners of his lips turning up in a smile. he's looking at you like he's seeing you for the first time.

"i saw you," he admits, running the fabric of your his jersey through his fingers. "in the crowd, i saw you."

"did you see me screaming?"

achraf kisses you again, and you can feel his smile against your lips.

"i did."

"i'm so proud of you, my love."

he hums in return, walking you backwards towards the wall of the locker room to lean back, the back of his head hitting the wall with a soft thud. his grip on your waist is slipping, and you watch his eyes flutter open and shut as he tries to keep from falling asleep while standing with a soft smile on your face.

he's done enough for today, more than enough, and you can feel his muscles, taut under his skin. it's time for him to rest.

"let's go home, yeah?" he nods at your suggestion, dipping his head to press a kiss to your forehead. it's been a wonderful day. more than wonderful. more than he could ever ask for. but right now he's tired and he wants nothing more than to stand in the shower and let the hot water run over his skin. so he lets you tug him out of the locker room and to the car. he slips into the passenger seat next to you and falls asleep on the drive back to the hotel.

there's a bruise blossoming on the side of his ribs, deep purple and yellow. he helps you hook your fingers under the hem of his shirt and pull it off of him to look at him and the bruise.

(mostly him though)

he lifts his arms to check himself over and you pretend not to watch the way his muscles flex under his skin, and pretend like seeing the way his shorts are hung so low on his hips you can see the lines on his pelvis doesn't make you want to do things you would never say out loud. you lean forward and he curls his strong arms around you, pulling you close to him. his fingers brush over your skin and tangle into your hair, and his body is hot under your touch, and you find that champagne tastes the sweetest on winning tongues.

a/n sorry for the weird cut off ending i really just cant think of anything else to add lol!

#achraf hakimi #hakimi #hakimi imagine #hakimi x reader #i adore him

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marvel-starwarsfangirl · 5 months

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"Tipping Point"- the Culmination of Crosshair's Arc in The Bad Batch Season 2

Although he had limited screen time, there is no doubt that Crosshair had a clear and concise character arc. Throughout "The Solitary Clone" and "The Outpost," there is a clear progression in his internal development that eventually leads to what we see in "Tipping Point." In "The Solitary Clone," he is still holding on to everything that makes him feel secure and useful. "The Outpost" strips that all away and forces him confront the ugly truth. The episode quite literally and metaphorically demonstrates this by having Crosshair's helmet get ripped away during the avalanche. He emerges as a new person, aka, his true self. I did not stare at Crosshair's this long to see that there was no evident change in his character.

In "The Solitary Clone" and "The Outpost," Crosshair's primary expressions were somewhere between tortured soul and internally dying. But in "Tipping Point," his expressions are more relaxed. He's at peace with himself and accepts that he's in a really bad situation.

This is Cross after Cody decided to do some deep convo soul searching time. You can practically see the pain and self-loathing dripping off of him.

Compare that to when we first see in him "Tipping Point":

Yeah, he's obviously not in a good place, but his eyes don't scream 'conflicted, tortured soul' to me. He's come a long way since "The Solitary Clone" although it wasn't without great suffering and sacrifice.

A list of everything that's happened to Cross over the course of two seasons (yes, I made a list): brainwashed, abandoned, degraded, burnt, almost drowned, temporarily blinded, frozen, poisoned, drugged, tortured

Many of his reactions in "Tipping Point" aren't because he's fighting himself. This time, it's because he's literally with the enemy. Even his tone of voice is different; Crosshair in "The Solitary Clone" is very much in his soldier mindset. There is venom in his voice at times and you can tell he's still trying to convince himself that he's in the right. With "The Outpost," Crosshair is very much ready to give up. His voice is tired since he is tired of everything. Gosh, the pain in at the end when he is begging for Mayday's life to be saved hurts. Hits you right in the feels. But in "Tipping Point," he Cross is very calm and his tone of voice reflects that. Since his internal strife is slowly being healed, his body language follows suit.

Even when Hemlock questions him about his brothers, there is no venom in his voice. When the topic is first brought up, Cross clearly isn't thrilled. But looking back at that scene, I think Crosshair's reaction is mix of both lingering resentment and trying to figure out Hemlock's motives. What do you guys think?

Hemlock "You are here because I intend to give you a clean slate. And all you have to do in exchange is tell me how to find Clone Force 99."

He's like 'I don't know what you want with them, but I know it's not good.' Also, I think he knows that Hemlock won't just let him go free if he does talk. My point is, Cross is clearly in a different mental state than he was before. He has grown and is ready to act in a way that he needs to. He's ready to do things that won't hurt his internal self. Crosshair is healing, but it does come at a cost of his own comfort. I love just how expressive he is and how much you can get from his eyes alone. Hemlock has him literally tied down, threatening to hurt him, and even then, Crosshair defies him to the very end. Pausing each frame moments before he's tortured is so painful because he's so scared of what's going to happen to him. Yet, he refuses to tell Hemlock anything. I'm so proud of him.

Another thing I wanted to mention was the music. Crosshair has two very distinct bits of music associated with him. There's those two intense beats of music that play whenever we see him for the first time (I presume you guys know what I'm talking about) and the main melody from the track 'Mayday' and 'The Good Soldier.' By the way, you hear a small portion of this melody all the way back in the ep. 15 of Season 1. It's very brief at the beginning of the episode but it's there.

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While the former is often associated with his villain phase, the latter is what I tend to associate with his heroic side. And we hear that heroic melody while Crosshair is trying to warn his brothers about Hemlock's intentions for Omega.

In summary, Crosshair really has come a long way since season 1. "Tipping Point" really highlights his growth. He's at peace with himself and making choices that finally align with who he is. Unfortunately, those choices come with a heavy price. I am beyond excited to see how season 3 continues his story and character. I hope that he and Omega forge a bond and make it out (alive and mostly in one piece). I love this show so much if you couldn't tell lol.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb meta #crosshair analysis #Youtube

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 22: Captain Jerk

~Henry's house~

It was an interesting dinner that night at Henry's house, to say the least. Their food had consisted of pizza, but not any pizza you will have seen. The topping wasn't cheese, pepperoni, olives, or anything normal, it was sushi. The family had wanted to try something new, so here they were, struggling to get the pizza into their mouths with their chopsticks.

"So, who likes my special pizza?" Mrs Hart asked her children, as they fumbled with their food.

"Uhhh, I don't think sushi really works as a pizza topping," Henry told his mom, hoping that if he was honest, it would mean that they wouldn't have to eat the combination again.

"Turn on the TV! Hurry! Turn on the TV!" Mr Hart rushed in from work, interrupting the family mealtime. He ran to the couch, switching the screen on as his wife and children abandoned their sushi pizza and scrambled to see what was happening.

"What's going on?" Mrs Hart asked, wondering what all the commotion was about.

"Today, after work, I stopped off at that massage place..." He started.

"Rub Me Do?" Henry butted in.

"Yeah. And on my way out, a news reporter asked me a question." Mr Hart said proudly, believing he had done something exceptional.

"Oh, honey, I'm so proud of you. I knew that one day--" Mrs Hart smiled, glad to support her husband for even the smallest thing, but she was interrupted as the news article came on.

"Shut up, it's on!" Mr Hart silenced any words on his family's lips, staring intently at the monitor.

"Sir, excuse me!" The female reporter grabbed his attention.

"Yes?" Mr Hart said, eyeing the camera in confusion.

"How do you feel about Swellview's ban on plastic bags?" She asked, holding the microphone to his body so she could get every last word.

"Oh, well, I personally believe that some US Americans out there in Swellview, don't use plastic bags, don't have plastic bags, and I believe that our education such as South Africa and the Iraq, everywhere, like, such as..." Mr Hart was clearly caught off guard by the camera crew and the resulting gobbledygook that poured out of his mouth confused both his family and Evelyn Velasco.

"Back to you, Trent." The reporter said, quickly moving on from her interviewee's odd response.

"That was me!" Mr Hart clapped his hands together in excitement.

"Impressive." His wife complimented, not wanting to hurt her husband's feelings.

"Yeah, nailed it, Dad," Piper added sarcastically, cringing at her father's appearance on the TV.

"Wait, wait, wait, shhh, shhh." Henry turned up the volume on the TV as an interesting story came on about Captain Man.

"And on a sad note today, Swellview's very own Captain Man went superhero to superjerko." Trent Overrunder announced, shocking Henry.

"What?" He exclaimed, wondering what Ray had done.

"Warning, the clip we're about to show you is disturbing." Mary Gaperman said too, and the news played a clip of Captain Man walking up to a child's lemonade stand.

"Hi, kids." He smiled at the children, who were blown away to see the cool superhero at their stall.

"Wow! You're Captain Man!" They gasped in awe.

"That's right. Hey, how much for a cup of lemonade?" Ray asked, wanting to brighten the kids' day.

"A dollar." The little girl replied, smiling at her idol. However, her smile soon disappeared when Captain Man gasped, ripped a mailbox from the ground and promptly whacked the lemonade stand until it was destroyed. The Hart family watched in horror as the children screamed and the superhero went beserk.

"What a jerk." Trent hissed after the clip ended on Ray's snarling face. Henry switched off the TV, knowing that his boss was probably in the Man Cave, hiding from all the hate with (y/n).

"I never thought Captain Man would do something like that." Mrs Hart commented dejectedly. She had always seen the hero as brave and selfless, not a mindless psychopath like in the video.

"Neither did I," Henry replied, he had to report to work as soon as possible. His watch began to beep and flash, and he knew that Ray had probably seen the news and needed to speak with him.

"Now, I have to go!" The boy shot up from the couch, running away from his perplexed family so he could get to Junk-N-Stuff quickly.

~The Man Cave~

As soon as the news report had ended, Ray set Gooch, Schwoz and (y/n) to scanning various social media sights for the status of Captain Man's popularity. Gooch and Schwoz were sat down at the table, scrolling on their PearPad and PearBook, as (y/n) paced around with a very worried Ray. Her nerves were getting the better of her, making her hand quiver as she searched the web on her phone.

"Oh, here's a good one," Schwoz smirked, making Ray frown and cross his arms. His best friend hated how upset he was, so she put a supportive hand on his back, hoping it would convey her sympathy.

"Captain Man, the only difference between you and a box of poop is the box." The genius read aloud, making (y/n) cringe. The comments were knocking chunks out of Ray's confidence and it was killing her to watch. She sighed and rubbed the skin under his shirt as the elevator dropped down and let Henry and Charlotte out of its doors.

"We're here!" Charlotte panted, the rush to the hideout stealing her breath.

"Did you guys see the news?" Henry asked, walking over to a moody Ray and his diligent workers.

"Yeah, we saw the news. Everyone hates me now." The large man scowled. He wasn't used to being unloved by the city.

"I don't hate you." (y/n) offered him with a gentle smile, and her attempt to cheer him up made Ray feel a little better. He always had her to brighten his darkest day.

"Well, why did you smash those kids' lemonade stand?" Charlotte queried.

"A dollar a cup is not that much," Henry added, thinking that Ray had overreacted extremely.

"I didn't smash their lemonade stand because of the price." Ray stood up for himself. He'd never want to destroy the hopes and dreams of the little kids that adored him.

"Then why'd you do it?" His sidekick asked further.

"Because after the little girl said, 'one dollar', I noticed a spider on the lemonade stand. A Red Jabber!"

"A Red Jabber?" Henry repeated, flabbergasted that Ray saw one of the dangerous arachnids.

"Those are deadly," Charlotte said, highlighting her cleverness.

"I know! That's why I smashed it before it could hurt those kids." Ray exclaimed, causing everyone to nod in understanding.

"Aw, you're so sweet and considerate..." (y/n) cooed, pinching Ray's cheeks as she melted from how he saved the children. The man nearly fainted at her words, being praised by her was one thing, but being called 'sweet'? He loved it.

"Well, then I say, who cares? So what if everybody hates you?" Schwoz said, thinking that if Ray knew he did nothing wrong then everyone else's opinion didn't matter.

"I'm a superhero, I don't want to be hated by everybody," Ray replied. He had been working hard for 25 years to build up a positive relationship with the citizens of Swellview, what would he do if they all rejected him now?

"Well, you are." The small genius said, bluntly.

"Dah, what am I gonna do?" Ray growled, not knowing what to do since this had never happened before.

"First of all, you're not going to panic." (y/n) told him, and he put his arm around her shoulders and smiled down at her. She always knew what to say when he was upset since she could read him like no one else.

"Why don't you just make a video apologising?" Charlotte suggested, breaking her boss's focus on his helper.

"Yeah, that's goooood. The public loves it when famous people beg for forgiveness." Henry agreed with his friend. The internet was full of apology videos, so Captain Man's would hopefully be well-received.

"No. No. I did nothing wrong. I don't care what people think of me." Ray crossed his arms in refusal. His friend sighed as he scowled at the thought of being soppy and remorseful in front of millions of people.

"We both know that isn't true." (y/n) said to him, giving him a knowing look.

"But I don't like begging for forgiveness on the internet." He whined at her, throwing a tantrum at having to admit that he did something wrong.

"You don't have to like it, you just have to do it." She replied in a firm voice, making Ray groan. He hated it when she used her motherly tone with him, mainly because it meant that she was right about something.

"Ughhhhhhh." He complained, frowning as Charlotte grabbed a camera.

"Blow a bubble and get grovelling." (y/n) smirked, watching him put on his uniform in a sulk.

"I'm Captain Man, and I care very much what you, the people, think of me. So, most of you have seen the viral video of me, in which I used a mailbox to demolish a lemonade stand run by two small children. Since then, I've read many of your comments, very hurtful comments, some suggesting that I should do things to myself, some of which of physically impossible. But that video didn't tell the real story. You see, I spotted a dangerous spider, and I used that mailbox to beat the spider to death. That's the truth. And if any of you were upset by the video, I am truly sorry."

Everyone in Swellview had seen the apology video. Jasper, Henry's parents, Piper, a Beatles tribute band, pretty much every kid in Swellview High, the entire city, but none were more proud of it than Ray. He thought he'd done a pretty good job of sounding truly remorseful, and he hit his hands against the computer's control panel in happiness. Turning around to his friends, who had all gathered behind him to hear what he had said.

"Ahh?" He looked at them with an ecstatic expression.

"That was perfect," Henry told him, thinking that had done everything right.

"Yeah?" Ray was glad that they thought it would do the trick.

"You even got the 'sad apology video face' right." (y/n) smiled, and everyone agreed that he had done a great job.

"Thanks, guys. Hey, go online and check what people are saying about me now." The large man piped up, his fingers crossed that his popularity was rising. The group spread out so they could check their social media feeds, and Ray anxiously folded his arms as the comments rolled in. Their lack of response was troubling to him.

"Well? Henry? " he asked, their silence made him nervous.

"Uhhh, this one says 'Captain Man, you liar, I hate you." Henry read the first comment he saw on Twitflash.

"Well, that's a little negative," Ray said, quickly moving on to someone else.

"Charlotte?" He hoped that the girl could give him something better.

"This one says 'Oh, please. The only reason Captain Man apologised is to make us think he's sorry.'" She looked up at Ray sheepishly, scared of his reaction.

"Well, yeah. Gooch, read." The large man was starting to get annoyed, but he wanted to check every social media site.

"Yo, Captain Man, why don't you..." My religious beliefs prevent me from reading the rest out loud." The Indian man grew teary-eyed at what the hater had put, and he quickly left to go back up to Junk-N-Stuff.

"Schwoz?" Ray looked at the little guy on his PearBook.

"This guy just posted a picture of you, but he changed your head to something else," Schwoz said, making Ray and (y/n) walk over to see what it was.

"Changed my head? What did he change it to?" He asked, wondering how bad it was.

"Ohhhh! That's horrible. What is that?" Ray grimaced, seeing that the person had put a poop emoji over his face.

"That's poop," Henry said, peeping over the adults' shoulders.

"It means you're a shhhh....poop head." (y/n) changed her language at the last second, not wanting to influence the kids in the room more than she already did. Ray groaned at how everyone still hated him. This was going to be a tricky problem to solve.

~Later in Junk-N-Stuff~

The Man Cave crew had gone upstairs to Junk-N-Stuff, still hung up about how Swellview hated Captain Man. They were all munching on sweetcorn cobs as they pondered over what to do.

"Ooooh, I have an idea," Charlotte exclaimed, a thought popping into her head. Schwoz, Henry Ray and (y/n) looked at her eagerly, ready to hear what she had to say.

"Okay, what do people want to know most about Captain Man?" Charlotte started.

"What he wears under his man suit?" Schwoz joked, annoying everyone apart from (y/n), who just blushed at the thought.

"They wanna know where he lives and works." (y/n) said, knowing that before she met Ray, she was endlessly curious to know about the mysterious superhero.

"Right. So we have a contest." Charlotte nodded, her plan coming together in her head.

"We have a contest," Henry repeated, wanting to feel like he was contributing.

"And the winners get a private tour of the Man Cave," Charlotte explained.

"Of the Man Cave." Henry echoed again, which was really starting to annoy the dark-haired girl.

"Wait, we can't reveal the secret location of the Man Cave," Ray said, the idea of criminals and fans alike rushing into his home freaking him out.

"Maybe we don't have to. Gooch can meet the winners somewhere else, put them in sacks..." (y/n) theorised. They'd done it before, surely they could do it again.

"And then he could bring them here and send them down in the tube." Henry finished, thinking the plan sounded pretty good.

"And send them down the tubes. Annoying, isn't it?" Charlotte gave Henry a playful glare, pointing out that his repetition got on her nerves.

"But everybody hates me. Why is a tour of the Man Cave going to make people like me again?" Ray threw his corn cob away and looked at the kids and his best friend.

"Because you know how people are. They get mad about stupid crap, but once something bigger comes along, they forget why they were mad and talk about the new thing." (y/n) explained, taking a few nibbles of her corn.

"Okay, but what kind of contest to pick the winners?" Ray asked, getting on board with what they were saying.

"We put up a website so people can go online and try to guess some big number. The first three people who get it right, win." Charlotte explained simply, Schwoz nodding along from his seat in the window.

"And I know the perfect URL for the website. Guess-that-number-dot-com." Henry said as Ray chuckled at the idea.

"That's pretty clever," Charlotte said in a monotone voice, as she and (y/n) rolled their eyes at the males' dumbness.

"Wait, so, we're going to have some random people in our living space?" (y/n) looked at Ray, her nerves starting to flutter in her stomach. She wasn't good with guests or new people, which was shown by the fact that she lived in the secret hideout of a mysterious superhero.

"Yeah, but don't worry, there'll be no trouble on Captain Man's watch," Ray told her with a gentle smile, calming her anxiety. He never wanted her to hate living with him, so he would make damn sure that this PR mission went smoothly for both of them.

~A few days later~

"Number guessing fever is taking Swellview by storm as people all over town tried to win a special VIP tour of Captain Man and Kid Danger's secret headquarters. So far two people have guessed the secret number, which leaves only one spot left. Here's Trent with more details." Mary Gaperman smiled into the camera.

It had been a hectic few days. Swellview had lapped up the chance at seeing the Man Cave, and soon, their hatred of Captain Man was forgotten. Even the newsreaders were too busy to do anything else but feverishly guess the numbers.

"Trent?" Mary looked at her colleague.

"Shhh! Don't bug me. I'm trying to guess the number." Trent snapped at her, rapidly entering digit after digit into the website. Mary looked at the camera again before grabbing her tablet and doing the same. Everyone in Swellview would give their right kidney to guess the lucky number.

"So then my uncle Rosco tells my aunt Susan, 'Oh no, baby, I didn't forget. Look, I made you a swimsuit calendar.'" Charlotte said to Henry, as the two walked to his porch. The 'Captain Man number fever' had swept over the city, and they were just riding the wave.

"Oh, were you talking?" Henry broke out of his daydream, realising that his friend had been talking to him.

"You didn't listen to one word I said." Charlotte pointed out.

"Well, sorry. I'm just really worried that Jasper's gonna win the contest." Henry admitted. If Jasper won, how was Henry meant to be Kid Danger around him?

"He's not going to win the contest." The dark-haired girl reassured him.

"He's been sitting in his basement for the last four days trying to guess the number," Henry said, recalling how Jasper hadn't left the house or even slept properly for the last few days.

"Dude, everyone in Swellview's trying to guess that number," Charlotte replied, remembering how (y/n) picked one of the most obscure numbers she could think of for the competition.

"Yeah, but if Jasper does win, he's going to be down in the Man Cave with me for, like, an hour." The blond kid told her.

"So?" Charlotte didn't see the issue he had.

"What if he figures out that--shhhhh. What if he figures out that I'm Kid Danger?" Henry stopped himself from shouting his secret identity to the entire city.

"The odds of Jasper winning are, like, 50 million to one." The girl eased his concern, knowing that it was highly unlikely that their friend would be the one to crack the code.

"All right." Henry sighed, letting go of his worry. The friends walked into the house and were confused to see Piper pacing up and down the couch area, drilling lots of kids on various devices.

"Yeah, let's keep up the pace." She snapped, strolling behind the couch so she could keep an eye on their progress.

"Come on, my grandma can type random numbers faster than that!" She hissed at a little boy on a laptop before returning to her own PearPad.

"Piper. What's going on?" Henry asked his sister, looking across his crowded house.

"I'm paying these kids to help me win the contest so I can go to Captain Man and Kid Danger's secret headquarters." She said, causing panic to take root in Henry's and Charlotte's stomachs.

"Uh..." The boy didn't know how to respond, so he looked at Charlotte for help.

"There's almost no chance any of these kids are going to guess the right nu---" She shouldn't have jinxed it, because that's exactly what happened.

"I got it! I guessed the number!" A little boy said in delight, but Piper snatched his PearBook from his lap.

"I got it! I guessed the number!" The girl cried in happiness, taking the boy's victory. The two teens looked at her with horrified faces.

"Yay..." Henry congratulated his sister slowly, even though he felt like dying on the inside.

"Can I have my laptop back?" The little boy asked Piper, who hugged the device to her chest protectively.

"No! Mine now!" She retaliated, running to her room so she could put it in a safe place.

"I guess you guys can go home now." Herny addressed the kids, giving them two thumbs up.

No, we can't" The winning boy said in a cute voice.

"Piper took our shoes." A blonde little girl said from the end of the couch and showed the teens her bare feet. How were they meant to deal with this?

~The Man Cave~

Ray, Schwoz and (y/n) were watching the news on the computer, looking at the pictures of the winners in the top left corner of the screen.

"Well, three lucky winners will soon be VIP guests in the secret headquarters of Captain Man and Kid Danger." Trent Overrunder smiled, as he read out the latest news.

"You know, it's so great of Captain Man to do this." Mary Gaperman added, her positive reaction making (y/n) hug Ray's shoulders in joy. Ray looked at Schwoz happily and the small guy gave him a thumbs up, from both the girl on his shoulders and the good news.

"I wasn't done reading the story," Trent said, causing the female news reporter to bow her head in shame.

"Oh, sorry." The woman said sadly, making (y/n) feel sorry for her. Trent was always an absolute bastard with her.

"Are you? Because you do this all the time." The man hissed at her, causing anger to flare up in the young woman watching. No one deserved to be spoken to like that, especially on live television.

"Absolute dickhead." She mumbled as Ray slammed his hand against the off button and stood up.

"Bah. You hear that? They love me now." The large man smiled gleefully, walking away from the computer and kicking his leg out in celebration. He took (y/n)'s wrist and started to do a little dance with her, twirling around and everything. She laughed along with him, as Schwoz checked social media.

"Yeah, and they didn't even mention the horrible thing you did to those kids' lemonade stand." The little man commented, igniting more triumph in Ray.

"I know! Hyah!" Ray let go of one of (y/n)'s hands so he could do a little karate chop. Honestly, he was like a big kid on Christmas Day.

"And your Facepage has four thousand new thumbs upses," Schwoz said, noticing how Ray's popularity had shot up. Ray laughed again and picked his best friend up in celebration, throwing her over his shoulder and spinning around.

"RAY, NO!" She squealed and kicked her legs as spun her around, him feeling so happy that he could share this glorious moment with her.

"Aw, this whole VIP tour thing was a great idea." Ray smiled at Schwoz, who raised his eyebrows at how his boss kept the young woman over his shoulder. Ray ignored the look, thinking that if he ignored how he felt, his fiery passion would eventually die down. The elevator dropped down suddenly and Henry and Charlotte came running out.

"We gotta cancel the VIP tour thing!" The boy said, eyeing (y/n)'s position with a funny look. The woman sighed, looking through her hair to see the kids upside down.

"Don't ask..." She told them, and Ray slid her off his shoulder so he could properly talk to the kids.

"What?" Schwoz asked. It was Henry and Charlotte that had wanted to do the tour in the first place, now they wanted to cancel it. Why?

"One of the winners is my little sister, Piper," Henry explained.

"Really?" Ray asked, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline. This was a problem.

"Of course, I thought I recognised the kid on the news!" (y/n) smacked her forehead, feeling like she had missed something really obvious. How had she not realised that girl was Henry's sister?

"Who's she going to bring as her guest? She gonna bring your mom?" Ray smirked at Henry and the young woman next to him swallowed at the thought. She hated when he brought girlfriends to the Man Cave and the thought of one of them being Henry's married mother made it seem even worse.

"Remember what happened with my mom last time you saw her? I don't know who she's bringing." Henry looked at him with a pointed stare, shutting Ray up. He definitely remembered the kind advice the woman had given him, advice that he still hadn't taken.

"What happened last time?" (y/n) piped up. This was a story she wasn't sure she wanted to hear. However, her curiosity was too great and she wanted to know what had happened between the two, even if it broke her heart.

"Nothing!!" Ray said a little too quickly, the thought of telling the girl that Henry's mom advised that he should confess his love to her making his cheeks flush. (y/n) took his flustered appearance to mean that things had happened between them, and she promptly shut her mouth and bit her lip before a whimper could escape.

'Another notch on his belt.' She thought bitterly, mentally swotting away all the vile images of her friend and Henry's mother in a passionate tangle from her mind.

"Henry's afraid that Piper's gonna recognise him." Charlotte's voice caught her back to reality.

"Oh, no, she won't." Ray brushed off the comment, Schwoz being the only person who saw how (y/n) had to pull herself back together from her thoughts. He could see her inner battle and knew that every time Ray went off with another girl, she took a step back from confessing to him.

"You're going to be in your Kid Danger suit and mask." The little guy said, switching his focus from the young woman to Henry.

"Well, yeah, but she's going to be down here with us for, like, an hour," Henry exclaimed, the whole business stressing him out.

"All right, calm down your pants." (y/n) said to the boy, using her gentlest voice to calm him down.

"Schwoz can disguise your face," Ray told him, pointing to the genius who nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I give you good face disguise." The little man explained. That was simple technical trickery to him.

"What about my voice?" Henry asked, knowing that Piper would instantly recognise him when he spoke to her.

"Can you disguise his voice, too?" Charlotte jumped in.

"Easy. Look." Schwoz took a small metal disk from his upper pocket and stuck it under his chin.

"Excuse me. Henry, will you help me find my mommy?" Schwoz said, the voice filter making him sound like a creepy little kid. Everyone frowned in discomfort at how weird he sounded, (y/n) and Ray drifting into each other's arms like they did when they watched horror movies together.

"No, stoppppp. You're freaking me out." The young woman said, clutching the red material of Ray's shirt.

"Will you buy me a pony?" Schwoz asked again in the creepy voice, stepping closer to Henry, Ray and (y/n). They all grimaced and groaned, (y/n) burying her face into Ray's pec from fear. He sounded like one of those creepy, stalker children in horror movies, the ones where the child always viciously murders everyone and she needed her superhero to protect her.

"Aahh! Stop that!" Henry yelled at Schwoz, as his boss backed him and (y/n) away from the genius.

"You're scaring (y/n)! And me!" Ray shouted too, shivering at how Schwoz was looking at them. He held his best friend to his chest, feeling her press herself into his hard body. He tried to keep his mind off how she fitted against him so perfectly as she covered her ears. Charlotte smirked when she saw him cradle her head, knowing that he could deny it all he wanted to, but he couldn't get away from the fact that he was her protector and she was happy to bask in his safety.

~At Henry's house~

Jasper had rushed over to his best friend's house when he heard that Piper had won the Captain Man contest. He hoped he could convince her to take him as her guest, but with Piper, begging was difficult.

"Pleeeeease?" He pleaded with the little girl, but she didn't want to take her brother's oafish friend.

"No!" She replied harshly.

"But it's my dream to see Captain Man's headquarters. Please, let me be your guest." The curly-haired teen put his hands together, begging Piper.

"Will you wear whatever I tell you to wear?" She smirked. If she was going to take him, she was going to subject him to humiliation.

"I don't know... My mom usually picks my outfits." Jasper wasn't sure if he wanted to look like an idiot in front of his heroes.

"Will you wear whatever I tell you to wear?" Piper reiterated, confirming that she needed him to agree with this if she was going to take him.

"You have three seconds to answer. One..." The girl glared at him when he stumbled over his response.

"Wait!" Jasper was freaked out by her counting.

"Two..."

"Yes, I'll wear anything. I'll wear anything." The boy pleaded, falling to his knees, which greatly pleased Piper.

"Fine. You can be my guest." She agreed, excited to put him through misery.

"Yes! All right! Whoo! Yeah!" Jasper ran around the living in excitement as Henry and Charlotte came in.

"Uhhh, what's going on here?" Henry asked, confused as to why Jasper was so happy in Piper's presence.

"I'm going to be Piper's guest when she goes to Captain Man's secret headquarters." The boy told his friends, causing Henry to shout in painful irritation. Of all people, why them?

"That's great, man. Gyahhhhhh!" He yelled again after congratulating his best friend.

~Day of the Tour, in the Man Cave~

Charlotte had been assisting (y/n) in getting the Man Cave all spick and span for their imminent guests. They had cleaned, dusted, hung decorations and even prepared a buffet. Ray, all kitted out in his man suit, was checking all the machinery as Schwoz came out of the secret door, ready to show them Kid Danger's new look.

"Hey, look who's here." He gestured to Henry, who came out from the back room with a 'new face'. His nose was larger and his general appearance just didn't look like him, which shocked his friends.

"Whoa. Woooow." Charlotte gasped and prodded at his prosthetics.

How do I look?" The boy asked.

"Completely unrecognisable," Ray answered, thinking that his sidekick had nothing to worry about now.

"Yeah, you've done a great job, Schwoz." (y/n) complimented the little guy's skill, admiring how flawless the makeup was. It looked like real skin.

"Wait. What about his voice?" Ray looked at Schwoz, who took out a voice filter.

"Now, sing the Little Pea Pod song." The genius instructed Henry after fitting the small metal disk to his neck.

"I'm a little pea pod, green and flat, squeeze me in the middle and squirt out my beans." Henry sang in a very low, baritone voice that was completely unlike his own. Ray patted Schwoz on the back; no one would know who Henry was now.

"Oh, man, this is crazy." The boy said, putting a gloved hand on his throat.

"Henry, good luck. Charlotte, let's go." Schwoz put his hand on the girl's shoulder and guided her to the elevator.

"Whoa, where are you taking Charlotte?" (y/n) asked, not knowing that they were going out during the tour.

"To pick up my sister from the airport," Schwoz replied.

"Your sister who looks like a horse?" Ray stated, remembering how ugly the guy's sister was.

"Yeah, that one." The man replied in a dejected voice.

"Come on, it's not nice to say that your own sister looks like a horse, right (y/n)?" Charlotte looked to the young woman, who usually agreed with her on things like this. Sadly though, the young woman had met Schwoz's sister and knew that she was literally like a horse.

"You haven't seen her. Show her a pic." (y/n) told Schwoz as she and Ray smirked at the thought of the funny looking woman. Schwoz pulled up a photo of his sister, who had bucked teeth, mane-like hair and other horse-like features.

"That is one crazy-looking lady," Henry said as he and Charlotte groaned at her image.

"Her name is Winnie," Schwoz told them all, which made Ray, (y/n) and Henry burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, for real?" The young woman giggled as she laughed it up with the two males. The irony was hilarious to them, especially when Ray made the noise of a horse neighing. Schwoz and Charlotte watched with annoyed expressions.

"Sorry, sorry. You guys need to go." (y/n) said as she wiped a tear from her eye.

"Yeah, we do. See you later." Schwoz said in an irritated voice and he and Charlotte left to go to the airport.

"Hey, you need to put on your disguise." Ray reminded her, and the woman snapped her fingers at his comment.

"Oh shoot, yeah." She said, quickly jogging up to the sprocket so she could grab her costume from her bedroom. It was silly, but it would hide her identity well enough.

"Disguise?" Henry asked Ray as the woman dashed off.

"Yeah, you know, your sister and your friend know her and we can't let the other winners know who she really is, so...disguise!" Ray said in his usual chirpy tone.

"You just want to see her in a costume..." Henry smirked at him, watching his ears turn pink.

"Henry!" Ray exclaimed, hoping that (y/n) was far away enough to not hear what he had just said. If only he knew what she had picked out...

~15 minutes later~

"(y/n), come on! The winners are coming down!" Henry yelled through the sprocket, as he and Ray stood patiently in the middle of the Man Cave.

"All right, geez!" The woman's voice rang out from the hallway as she trotted down into the main room. Ray almost fainted at her disguise and how it stretched and smoothed over her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure.

"Catwoman?" Henry asked her as she walked towards them, the boy patting Ray on the arm so he'd put his tongue back in his mouth.

"Look, this one was the cheapest and I got free delivery for it. Even if it is itchy." (y/n) replied, scratching her arm when how the cheap material irritated her skin. Oh well, it would do for the tour.

"At least you can't tell who she is," Ray said, gulping as her hips swayed until she was next to him.

"Tonight, you can call me Selina Phalange." She smirked, using her favourite fake name. The three chatted for a few more minutes until the tube alarm sounded and two sacks came down.

"Okay, here we go." Ray squeezed her shoulder and helped the sacks shuffled to the side of the tube area. After two more two journeys, the superheroes soon had all of their guests in the Man Cave.

"Hey there. We got you. There you go, one foot in front of the other." Ray said to the final two sacks as they formed one big group in front of the elevator.

"Okay, contest winners and guests," Ray said, energetically retaking his place next to (y/n).

"Drop your sacks," Henry instructed them in his fake voice, and the people did as they were told. They squinted under the harsh glare of the lights but quickly looked around in awe as they took in the glorious sight of the Man Cave.

"Welcome to the Man Cave." (y/n) greeted them, her eyebrows knitted in confusion when she saw that the bucket kid was wearing booty shorts and a crop top.

"Wooooow. I'm Jasper, who are you?" He asked excitedly, jumping up and down in front of his idols.

"I'm Selina Phalange." She said in a more bold tone than she normally would use. Catwoman had confidence, so she would too.

"What's with the Catwoman costume?" Piper asked in a confused voice, recognising her outfit from a film her brother had watched.

"If you knew her real identity, we'd have to kill you." Captain Man joked, making the group laugh, even though if they did find out who she was, they'd definitely have their memories wiped.

"Captain Man, remember me?" Jasper asked the superhero excitedly, continuing his lively bouncing.

"Yeah," Ray said in a strained voice, remembering all of his fateful encounters with the bucket-loving boy.

"Why are you wearing...that?" (y/n) gestured to his outfit.

"Oh, she made me," Jasper replied, pointing at Piper who smiled and waved sweetly.

"Nice. Uh, can you step away from me?" Ray asked the boy, feeling uncomfortable that he could see his belly button.

"Oh yeah, sure." The curly-haired boy stepped back politely.

"Be nice." (y/n) hissed in Ray's ear, reminding him that this PR exercise was their attempt to boost Captain Man's reputation. Piper sensed that this was the girl Captain Man loved as she remembered the conversation her mother had had with the hero. She made a mental note to watch the two of them carefully.

"Of course, you people have met...Selina Phalange and you all know my sidekick." Ray gestured to Henry as Piper ran up to him excitedly.

"Kid Danger!" She exclaimed, delighted to be in the boy's presence.

"That's right! We are really excited to show you the Man Cave." He smiled back at her, trusting that she couldn't see through his prosthetics.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Piper frowned. He never sounded like that on TV.

"And your face?" Jasper leaned closer, making Henry gulp.

"I--uh...he..." Ray and Henry stuttered, trying to think of a response to the difficult questions.

"He went through puberty!" (y/n) cried the first thing that came to her. It explained the voice and the weird facial features, but it also embarrassed Henry.

"Selina Phalange!...is right!" Henry quickly agreed with her statement, nodding at the group who seemed to buy the explanation.

"Now, you two, I've met before, but..." Ray pointed to Jasper and Piper, then looked at a dude in a yellow coat (without a guest) and an elderly Japanese couple.

"What are your names?" Henry asked them cheerfully, ready to get to know them all. The old couple just laughed at his question and walked over to the supercomputer, confusing the group.

"And you?" Ray asked the other guy, who looked around the group shiftily, focusing a little too much of his attention on (y/n). She inhaled slowly, feeling on edge by the dude's mysterious behaviour.

"I'm Dennis. I collect celebrity socks." 'Dennis' told them, confirming that he was a bit of a weirdo. Ray gave Henry a knowing look and the two knew that they'd have to keep an eye on this one.

"Where's your guest?" (y/n) asked carefully, studying the man and his odd body language. Something about him wasn't right.

"I came alone. This sock belonged to Jennifer Lawrence." He replied, taking a grey, beach ball-print sock from his coat pocket. The superhero duo looked at each other as if to say 'he's crazy!'.

"Wow, that's cool. Not weird at all" Ray said slowly.

"That's really cool, man," Henry added too, not wanting to offend their guest.

"So, where do you guys keep your weapons?" Dennis asked, folding up his sock. (y/n) blanched at his question, her fight or flight instinct telling her to leg it.

"Uhhhh, we're gonna show you that later," Henry told the weirdo as Ray guided his best friend away from him so they could check on the Japanese couple.

"Heeeey! What you, what you doing there?" The large man greeted them, but all they seemed to be interested in was watching TV on the supercomputer. They squealed when they found a channel they liked, sitting down together so they could watch it.

"Uh, guys? We're about to start the tour and this isn't part---okay, they're not listening." (y/n) gave up trying to talk to them when they burst out laughing at an old sitcom.

"Okay, the rest of you this way." Ray directed the group to their first point of interest, thinking it was best to just let them get on with it. Boy, this was going to be a long evening...

~Later~

The couple were dying with laughter at what was happening on the TV and the whole situation made (y/n) feel like she should've joined Schwoz and Charlotte in picking up Winnie the Horse Woman. At least then she wouldn't have to put up with Dennis giving her the side-eye all the time. Ray noticed his glances too and his self-control was hanging by a thread. No sock-sniffer weirdo would hurt his girl.

"Okay, Dennis, your turn." Henry gave the dude a red chair since it was his turn to break it over Captain Man's head. Everyone loved to see Ray's superpower in action, so he begrudgingly stood still for each guest to break something over his head. It had taken some pleading and eyelash-batting from (y/n), which greatly intrigued Piper, but he eventually conceded.

Dennis took the chair from Kid Danger and whacked it as hard as he could into Ray's back. The onlookers grimaced as the splinters flew everywhere, but Ray just grunted through the pain.

"I'm okay!" He exclaimed, using his catchphrase as everyone clapped at Captain Man's performance. The young woman next to Henry sighed in relief, these experiments always made her nervous despite her having nothing to worry about. She just blamed it on her love for him.

"Thank you, now you've all had a chance to break a chair on me, let's go check out---" Ray was interrupted by Dennis.

"Your weapons?!" He asked with a clenched fist.

"Yeah, our weapons." Ray nodded, as (y/n) dashed over to him and leant up to his ear.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? This guy is crazy!" She hissed to him quietly, glancing at Dennis as he got excited about seeing their collections of guns and lasers and things.

"Yeah, it'll be fine," Ray whispered back with a brief side hug, but it didn't really calm her down. Dennis was up to no good, she just knew it.

Ray gestured for Piper and Charlotte to scooch back as he took out his remote. Even the Japanese couple were interested in this bit. Pressing a button on the remote, a display case lifted from the floor, containing some of Captain Man's dangerous, deadliest and also wackiest weapons. The people who hadn't seen it before gasped at how cool it was, well, the couple went back to watching TV, but everyone else looked at it with wide smiles.

"Now, these are some of our best weapons that Kid Danger and Captain Man use for crime-fighting." (y/n) explained, waving her hand over the various guns and grenades.

"What's that hotdog for?" Dennis pointed to the weirdest weapon they had.

"Ah. Looks like a hot dog, doesn't it? We call this the 'Covert Weiner'." Ray told them all as he delicately picked up the hotdog and showed it to them.

"Covert Weiner?" Jasper queried the funny name.

"Yes. Selina Phalange came up with it." Captain Man smiled at his helper, who blushed under his gaze. Piper was convinced, these two were totally in love.

"Kid Danger?" Ray passed it to Henry, who pretended to eat the hotdog as any normal person would.

"You see, he appears to be any normal citizen, just enjoying a hot dog." (y/n) said, as the sidekick gave them all a demonstration. No one noticed though, how intensely Dennis was staring back and forth at both her and the 'Covert Weiner'.

"Mmm, what a tasty hot dog," Henry stated, acting out his part.

"But watch this. Kid Danger, bad guy over there!" Ray suddenly yelled, opening the elevator doors to reveal a cardboard cut-out of a criminal.

"Freeze, sucker!" Henry quipped as he fired the hotdog's laser at the fake man, obliterating it in seconds.

"Whoa!"

"Awesome!" Jasper and Piper exclaimed, loving their experience so far. This was unlike anything they could have imagined.

"Yessss!" Dennis added on the end, enjoying the demonstration a little too much.

"Yes, it's incredibly powerful. Any one person could use this weapon to defeat the entire army of a small country." Ray described the weapon, holding it up in his hand.

"Can I see it?" Dennis asked in a sinister voice that Ray didn't pick up on.

"Yeah, sure." The superhero passed it over to the guy. He held the hotdog in his hands and walked off a bit as he studied it and the rest of the group talked amongst themselves. Time for him to put his plan into action.

"OKAY, NOBODY MOVE!" He yelled, pointing the covert weiner at the other guests. What a mistake Ray had made. (y/n) moved in front of Jasper as the psychopath glared at them all. Ray moved Piper and Henry back as his focus switched between Dennis and the woman he loved, who just happened to be closest to the crazy dude.

"He's got the weiner!" Henry exclaimed as the Japanese couple just laughed in blissful ignorance, completely unaware of their surroundings.

"Put the hotdog down, Dennis!" Ray said nervously, noticing that (y/n) was protecting Jasper bravely, but she had no way of protecting herself against any gunfire.

"NO!" Dennis shouted, not liking that Captain Man was trying to give him orders.

"You sick loner!" Piper said to him, as Ray pushed her away before she could aggravate the man anymore.

"Don't do it!" Dennis pointed the Weiner at Henry as he tried to take a weapon from his utility belt. Deciding that he didn't have enough leverage, the criminal lunged past Kid Danger and roughly grabbed hold of (y/n), forcing his arm around her neck in a choking grip. She struggled against him, fear kicking her instincts into overdrive.

"Now, anybody tries to stop me, this pretty girl gets it!" Dennis snarled, making Ray go pale as his biggest fear unfolded in front of him. To say she was on the brink of death, (y/n) was surprisingly keeping her nerves under control as she tried to think about the self-defence training Ray had taught her.

"All right, Dennis, just relax. Everything's fine." The superhero and his sidekick edged closer to the pair, both of their hearts hammering in their chests. If he lost her, Henry was sure Ray would never recover, so this was the tensest moment of his crime-fighting career.

"Don't talk to me in a calming voice!" The psycho shouted, putting the hot dog next to (y/n)'s head. Ray saw that her eyes were fixed on him and he felt helpless like he never had before. He was her protector, she was his light, his helper, his darling (y/n), and he had put her in this situation.

"Tell me the fastest way to get out of here!" Dennis breathed into her ear with a sickening smirk, enjoying the way his captive repulsed against the way his breath mingled on her neck. Ray's insides twisted as he watched the yellow-coated man fawn over her, his blood boiling when she grimaced in disgust.

"Go to hell, dickhead." She growled back. She wasn't going to let him get the better of her; even when she was vulnerable, she knew how to gain the upper hand. She had the knowledge, he didn't and that would keep her alive, she hoped.

"TELL ME!" He roared, tightening his arm around her throat and she gagged as her air supply was restricted.

"All right! Just step up there and a tube will come down over you." Ray gave in to his demands as he watched the young woman's hands scratch the yellow material around her neck. Dennis guided her up to the tube area, the hotdog pointed at Captain Man and Kid Danger.

"And then you just say, up the tube!" Henry instructed him, also not wanting (y/n) to get hurt any more than she already was. Dennis stood on the tube spot and shoved his hostage down the steps and into Ray's arms since he didn't need her anymore. Captain Man cradled her and let out a huge sigh of relief, overjoyed to have her back where he could keep her safe. Piper observed how they clung to each other, how she buried her face into his shoulder, how he held her like it was for the last time.

The tube came down around Dennis, who was ready to make his escape with the Covert Weiner. He shouted the correct phrase and shot off upwards and Ray and (y/n) parted, although their hands stayed in a tight hold.

"You let him get away!" Piper cried as they all reeled from the adrenaline, especially (y/n). It was surprising no one had fainted or gone into hysterics.

"Did he?" (y/n) smirked, her voice slightly raspy from the way she had been restrained.

"Override," Ray said into his remote and a loud, blaring alarm sounded in the Man Cave.

"Reverse suckage," Henry stated as he and Ray walked over to the tube controls. (y/n) guided the kids away from the area where Dennis would reappear.

"Double power." The large man added, knowing they had to get the criminal back down quickly. He pushed down the lever and the tube came down, the reversing air forcing Dennis back into the Man Cave. He landed harshly, his legs taking most of the force, but Ray was all too happy to make him suffer.

"Up the tube!"

"Down the tube!" The superhero duo watched as he groaned in pain, but they didn't care. This was payback for hurting their (y/n).

"Tube up!" Ray exclaimed, and the pipe retracted, leaving the winded Dennis to collapse on the floor.

"Right tube down!" He said into his remote again, smirking when the tube hit the man on the head. (y/n) watched with tinted cheeks as he took his time with his sweet revenge. Her cavewoman instincts, that niggling sense that was hardwired into her DNA was screaming at her, 'protector, provider.'

"Get the covert weiner!" Ray directed Henry as the kids laughed at the groaning man. Henry took the weapon back and brought it safely back to Ray's side.

"Nice going, Kid Danger." Ray complimented his sidekick, enjoying the way he was working with him.

"Just doing my job, brother." The boy joked, his deep voice making it even more comical.

"And now triple sequence. Tube up, tube down, tube up, tube down, tube up, tube down...Go!" Ray said into his remote as Dennis begged for mercy. However, he wasn't going to get any; he'd hurt the love of his life, and he was going to make him pay. The superheroes smirked as the criminal writhed in pain, but he deserved it, so they didn't feel bad.

"Hey, remember when you smashed that lemonade stand and everybody was mad at you?" Henry brought up the 'incident' again.

"Yeah? That seems like a long time ago." Ray laughed as he remembered what had happened only last week.

"Right? Henry replied as the Japanese couple laughed at their sitcom again, confusing everyone around them. What were they watching that was so funny?

"Psssst, Selina Phalange!" Piper tapped (y/n)'s wrist to get her attention as Jasper went to talk with Captain Man and Kid Danger about how awesome their fight was.

"Yes...Piper?" The young woman replied, acting as though she had only known the girl for one day.

"How long have you been Captain Man's girlfriend?" She asked in an innocent voice, even though the mischievous glint in her eye would suggest otherwise.

"Wh—no, I'm not—how...why would you—?" (y/n) blanched at her words, her eyes bugging out at how eagle-eyed the girl was. Was she really that obvious?

"Why don't you just, y'know, tell him all that mushy stuff?" Piper said to her, her nose wrinkling at the mention of what boyfriends and girlfriends do together. (y/n) knew she had to tread carefully here, Ray was metres away and Piper could easily blab to him anything she confessed.

"I work for him. There's nothing between us." The woman replied in an unconvincing voice. Did she work for him? Living in the Man Cave hadn't felt like work for a long time now, more like living with the person she loved the most. Yes, he paid her a monthly wage, but she wasn't sure if she could leave now if he ever asked her. It would break her heart.

"Lies! You love him..." Piper smirked and walked off to see what Jasper was saying to Captain Man. Hopefully nothing embarrassing.

"Okay, kids, weird people over there, I think that our...eventful activities with Dennis, wraps up our tour, so please get back in your sacks," Ray announced to the group after he and Henry had blindfolded Dennis and sent him up to Gooch in Junk-N-Stuff so he could be handed over to the cops.

"Awwwwwww!" Jasper and Piper whined as (y/n) tried to push the Japanese couple away from the supercomputer. They were obsessed with the programme they were watching, refusing to move or even listen when the helper snapped her fingers in front of their eyes. In the end, she just got pissed off with the two, so she used the emergency shutoff button on the side of the monitor and turned the whole thing off. The couple gazed at her with heartbroken eyes, but she didn't care; the sooner they left, the sooner she could go to bed.

"Don't look at me like that. TV time is over, so go home!" She said, pointing her thumb at the tubes where Jasper and Piper were all sacked up and ready to go. Begrudgingly, the couple got up and shuffled to their sacks as the kids were sent up.

"Okay, I'll get these guys home and then I'm knocking off," Henry said to the adults in his deep voice, looking forward to taking all the fakery off.

"All right, kid," Ray replied as he took a seat on the couch.

"Stay safe!" (y/n) waved at him as Henry went up the tube after the Japanese people, which left her alone with her favourite superhero. He was uncharacteristically silent, and she didn't have to be a genius to realise that he was upset about what had happened to her.

She sat down next to him, removing the flimsy, plastic cat mask from her face. It was nice to get rid of it and she wanted to see Ray without his mask too, both physically and emotionally. Her hand lifted to his face to remove it, but he stopped her before her fingertips could even brush against it.

"What?" She asked in a surprised voice. Normally, he didn't mind if she took it off, but maybe for the first time since she had known him, she had crossed a line.

"You almost died tonight." He whispered, bringing her hand to his lips so he could press a kiss against the back of it. It was gentle, delicate, like if he used any more force, she would break.

"But I didn't." She said simply, letting his fingers find her pulse under the skin on her wrist. The tender thrumming there told him that she was here, still breathing, still living...still his.

"You could have, I let you get hurt." He replied, his heart clenching when he recalled how Dennis choked her and she looked at him with so much fear. She thought about his words for a minute. Yeah, going by the bruises that were darkening on her neck by the minute, she had nearly died. But she knew it wasn't his fault and she was going to make sure he knew that.

"You didn't let me. Dennis is a psycho, he's the only one to blame." (y/n) told him softly, feeling how his hand trembled in hers. 'Even Captain Man is allowed to get scared...' She remembered her words from months ago when Henry had first joined them. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Maybe you should get out of the Man Cave for a while. You shouldn't be around all of...this." Ray mumbled, her eyes widening at the notion. She wasn't sure if he was talking about leaving him or the hideout, but she wasn't going to listen. Leave the Man Cave and therefore leave him? Not a chance.

"Absolutely not. Why would I ever leave?" She asked him in a shocked tone, her face expressing more hurt than she wanted. Did he want her to leave? Was she a liability?

"You almost died." He repeated, closing his eyes as if the statement caused him pain. It did, to be honest, in his chest. Like someone had a hold on his heart and was squeezing it harshly every time he thought about how he should have protected her.

"I know, but it was me or Jasper. If he had gotten hurt because l couldn't face that asshole, I don't know how I'd sleep at night." She confessed, remembering how she had instinctively pulled Jasper behind her. Ray sighed; she was an unlikely fighter, small but feisty, always taking her opponents by surprise. She didn't have the muscles or pure bulk to bully her way through a fight, but she had intelligence and that was how she triumphed.

"Brave girl." The large man breathed out and it was in that moment she realised, she desperately needed, no, craved his arms around her. Just to be wrapped in his safe embrace.

"Can I have a hug, please?" She said in a small voice, which broke his heart for the hundredth time that day. Ray pulled her into his lap and her arms went around his neck, his around her waist. Their innate position.

"I have to keep you safe. If anything ever happened to you, I'm not sure how I'd cope."

'Protector, provider' Again with the voice inside her cried. She didn't really need saving, she wasn't a helpless princess waiting for her prince to save the day. But when the prince was willing to lay down his life for her, that's when she'd make an exception.

"I don't need saving. I just need you. So I'm never, ever leaving. " She told him, taking off the mask so he could look her in the eye. Ray took her promise as gospel. The only girl that didn't run a mile when his problems surfaced. The only girl who wanted Ray, not Captain Man. The only girl he wanted: (y/n) (y/l/n).

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Actors on Actors

Y/N Belmonte and Pedro Pascal rave about each other's past projects and speak of what to see next for them.

Word count: 2670

A/N: Hi friends! It certainly has be awhile. This is an extra part to my story Love on Tour. This new piece is an insight to her acting and what her future looks like as she speaks with a friend. I chose Pedro Pascal because why not! and because he's great. Also because he's part of the Latinx community :) So please enjoy, I had fun with these. Remember if you want to see something about Bel and Harry just shoot me an ask <3

The Chilean and Mexican duo are one you have not had the pleasure of seeing on your screens, but that changed today (electronic devices for now). When Pascal and Belmonte were placed in the room together, they hugged like family and began chatting like old friends. That's because they were. They met at a party–that's all we got as neither of them could stop laughing long enough to tell the complete story.

Pedro Pascal and Y/N Belmonte got photoshoot ready. Pascal rocked a pastel pink suit that was tailored to him perfectly. While Belmonte wore a loose-fitting velvet green suit that complimented Pascal well. Each photo together ended with a laugh as they worked to make the other laugh. It was clear by how easily our photographer captured their photos how much they enjoyed being in front of the camera. Belmonte stayed behind the scenes cheering on Pascal as he was directed to each new pose. Pascal did the same but went up a notch, going full dad mode, screaming how proud he was and "to work it." It's safe to say these photos will become everyone's favorites.

Pascal was quick to rave about Y/N Belmonte's acting and how she has a foot in every door for just about everything. Not Marvel, Belmonte was prompt to input. That reigns true, she doesn't say if she's auditioned or if she's been offered a role, but we're all waiting for the day another Latina graces the screen. Salma Hayek and Xochitl Gomez have got it covered, but hey, I'm sure Kevin Feige has a way to get my number if needed. Pascal laughs, stating he'd personally make a new role for her in his series, The Mandalorian. Belmonte assured him she could get her own roles, but she appreciated the offer.

It was apparent they were big fans of one another. They went back and forth complimenting their latest work but also their earliest. It's easy to say you're a fan, but they clearly have a strong love for each other.

Belmonte: The Mandalorian was a captivating series because your acting relied heavily on your voice and the emotion you had to convey. We went from a stoic Mando to seeing him care for Grogu as a father would. Going to the ends of different galaxies to protect and save his child. I was in awe because you did stunts and wore big armor, but the impact of you as an actor could be seen in your character. And with a third season coming, I feel honored to see you act.

Pascal: Stop it. I'm serious. I'm twenty years your elder, and yet I feel that I am learning from you. The grace you hold—I swear you've probably had it all your life. The way you speak of me, I feel that I talk of you whenever I hear your name brought up, and if I'm not in the conversation, then I'll insert myself because I love talking about you with others.

Pascal: She sings, dances, acts, and directs! What can't she do?

Belmonte: Knit, it seems. Somehow everything I make ends up too big or too small.

Pascal: Or has a weird hole somewhere. My sweater is a mix of this royal blue and light pink.

Belmonte: In my defense, I ran out of yarn. You love it, though!

Pascal: I do. I do. It's made with love. You picked up knitting for your anxiety, right?.

Belmonte: As much as I love acting, sometimes scenes require so much from me that I need a way to calm down, and focusing on my hands and a pattern is a way I found that helps.

Pascal: It's important to look after ourselves. It might seem odd, but I agree. I can't knit, but it works for you. Just sitting in silence can go a long way.

Belmonte: Self-care is underappreciated. Oscar taught me this fantastic breathing technique, which works wonders.

Pascal: Speaking of, we share a common friend.

Belmonte: Oscar Isaac.

Pascal: He's just marvelous and unforgettable.

Belmonte: So funny. Always has me in tears, that man. I miss him.

Pascal: Moon Knight, that was brilliant.

Belmonte: I was in awe. I knew he was great, but he just shined. I love his duality as an actor, taking on a role and making it his own. Marvel for going in a different direction of storytelling. Very beautiful.

Pascal: I visited him on set.

Belmonte: Me Too!

Pascal: Not that Marvel knows.

Belmonte: I was never there.

Pascal: We should have dinner or lunch or anything together.

Belmonte: I'm living in London now when I'm not busy filming, so if you or Oscar offer a guest room, I'm there.

Pascal: You're family. The door is always open.

Belmonte: Pedro, I will cry. Stop.

Pescal: You are, pequeña.

Belmonte: I remember you invited me to a family barbeque, and I showed up with my chicken salad even though you specifically said not to bring anything. I was like, I can not show up empty-handed, and I know everyone raves over this dish I make.

Pascal: My family raved about the dish for ages. They still do. Think a cousin of mine proposed that night.

Belmonte: He did. He cried when his mother said no because he was only ten. I felt at home when I walked into your family, and I'll always be grateful because your family treated me as one of them.

Pascal: That is because you are part of the family. Remember when you introduced me to your boyfriend, I think he was scared.

Belmonte: H was nervous. I hyped you up so much, only for you to tease him for not bringing you some of his nail polish or sweaters.

Pascal: It's nice. I will never say no to gifts.

Belmonte: He was so red. I hadn't seen him blush that much since when we first started dating.

Pascal: I did receive a package, though, with lots of his items. I was pleased.

Belmonte: H asked me for your address, and I told him he didn't have to, that you were only joking, but he assured me he wanted to. A gift, he said, for being so kind to him and always looking out for me.

Pascal: I'm glad he didn't listen to you.

Belmonte: He usually does.

Pascal: Do people know who you're dating? Or is this just ominous?

Belmonte: People know, I'm assuming, and if they don't, I'm sure they'll just google it.

Pascal: Good old google.

Belmonte: Should we go back to speaking about your movies and shows? I've got lots to say.

Pascal: As do I.

I feel your work speaks for itself. You're booked and busy, and I'm in awe of you.

Belmonte: Pedro—

Pascal: No en serio. The rolls you take range differently, and you make them each your own. For example, you worked with a dialect coach in Queen Gambit's because of your accent and learned Russian. That's not easily done. You learn from those around you and treat everyone with the utmost respect. A testament that you're someone who surrounds herself with good people.

Belmonte: I'm not crying, but if I were, that would be totally okay. I appreciate that; I really do. I admire you. I love seeing you on the big screen. That Hispanic culture is being represented. You're also very loved by the fans and the ladies.

Your IMDb speaks for itself. You take rolls that don't fit any mold, which is fantastic. In Wonder Women 1984, you got to play a villain, but he was also a father. The duality you showed for the two greatest needs he was searching for were apparent, and that film ending speaks for itself.

Pascal: Each character comes to life as soon as that camera rolls, and I just want to honor our writers and team.

Belmonte: When I work on new projects, I always enjoy speaking with the screenwriter because I want to see their character's vision and what more I can do to make that a possibility.

Pascal: I'll speak on this briefly because I can go on forever if you let me, and I know you won't, but your show, The Dance of Life, was one of the best. Taking that chance on a script that was based entirely on grief and allowing you the opportunity to put everything you have in there only made you better as an actor. I remember recommending the show for Oscar to watch, and he called me in the middle of the night, cursing my name for showing him the show. It's how Y/N met Oscar, actually.

Belmonte: That show was healing in the strangest of ways. I'm no stranger to grief, and it wasn't until I experienced it did I realize that it's not linear or has specific rules one has to follow. I was allowed to bring that into the set and spoke with the writers and teams about what worked and didn't. To have them listen and appreciate what I was saying reminded me of the importance of this story. One of my proudest works to this day still.

Pascal: As did the world because that earned you your very first Emmy at twenty-three, making you the youngest to receive the award.

Belmonte: You say that like a proud dad.

Pascal: I am. Not your dad, but proud. I took you under my wing, and I'm here to support you in whatever way, knowing your life story. I feel like I'm repeating myself, but I'm very proud.

Belmonte: That means–that means the world. For so long, I thought this industry would swallow me whole and felt that I'd have no support, but the support I have found is endless, and I'm grateful. This role opened many doors for me, and I will forever be thankful.

Pascal: Are there any roles you miss?

Belmonte: I don't miss the characters, but the crew. I feel like I make friends everywhere I go. For example, Alex is a costume designer I met on the set of my second film, and now I'm the godmother to his child. Frances was the head of engineering, and we meet up for coffee every time I'm in Atlanta. Helene is a beautiful friend who always helps at her daughter's bakery when she's not on set as a personal assistant. Taking the time and getting to know the crew makes for a great and safe work environment.

Pascal: Remembering names and something about them is a joy because you see them for months on end, so of course, you want to remember them. It's essential that we're all on the same team.

Belmonte: My mum always told me that kindness is given freely, but respect is earned.

Pascal: Wise words. Mothers do seem to know best.

Belmonte: Very true. H's mother is someone I go to for a chat sometimes when I need that extra support or unbiased view because I know she'll tell it to me straight. I'm thankful for that.

Pascal: I'm glad you have that. If she ever gets sick of you, give my mother a call.

Belmonte: Doubt it, but good to keep in mind if she's ever too busy for me.

Pascal: As if. I drop everything I'm doing when you call.

Belmonte: Even when you're reading a script.

Pascal: Even then, it means you're saving me from work. How do you practice remembering the script? I feel like my methods have changed over the years.

Belmonte: I'll read the entire script when it's given to me, and then I'll go back adding notes for myself or others sometimes. When I first started, I'd memorized the entire script, and being so young, I felt like I had so much to prove. Knowing the script helped, of course, but knowing line for line doesn't allow for that element of not knowing what's coming to get yourself in your character's mindset. Now I just practice with others, and it seems to work well. My boyfriend practices with me.

Pascal: Does it go well?

Belmonte: Nope. He is the sweetest. He's also an actor, got two films under his belt and two to be released this year, but I feel he's genuine in his acting, which isn't bad. Not at all, just that he acts with his heart on his sleeve. He allows himself to wear his character's emotion authentically because he hasn't differentiated the difference just yet. He is not good at lying, which is why his work is so excellent because he's giving himself away.

Pascal: He's genuine. That's amazing; I will take notes when I see his films.

Belmonte: He's a beautiful actor, but it's clear we have different styles.

Pascal: Don't worry, this is just his side job. This field is yours, always has been.

Belmonte: Pedro! It's not even that. I hope he continues auditioning because he has so much potential, and I want everyone to see it as well.

Pascal: He'd be perfect for a RomCom.

Belmonte: He'd love that.

Pascal: You'd love it.

Belmonte: A true joy that would be.

Pascal: Cast him and you as the leading love interests. I'll be your father.

Belmonte: And Oscar?

Pascal: Your other father or a weirdly involved uncle. I don't know, we'll write him in somehow.

Belmonte: Someone, please begin with the script.

Pascal: Contact our managers, please! Once it's ready, we're on board.

Belmonte: You're wrapping up filming The Last of Us soon.

Pascal: I am. It's been a great experience. The cast and crew I've had the privilege of working with had become family. It's important because you spent so much time with them and now we're all saying goodbye. I hope to see them soon or even work with them again.

Belmonte: Do you have something lined up next, or take a break and see what happens?

Pascal: Roles aren't falling in my lap, Y/N.

Belmonte: What!? No–

Pascal: Era una broma. Relajate.

(It was a joke. Just relax.)

Belmonte: Pedro, I will call your mother after this.

Pascal: No, I do like taking breaks. Sometimes I have something lined up, but this was over a year-long production. It's a series I am really proud of, and I feel like I deserve a break. You seem to go year-round. What were you working on early this year?

Belmonte: Foe in Australia with Paul Mescal, with whom I've had the pleasure of working. Finishing up the last few days of The White Lotus.

Pascal: See what I mean, booked and busy. But you like it, I presume?

Belmonte: I love it. I love the go go go moments, but I have come to realize that I do need breaks in there. My boyfriend was a big help in developing that. I love having a reason to slow down because work is not everything at the end of the day.

Pascal: He's got a fabulous job.

Belmonte: It's something unique. We'll get you out to a show, promise.

Pascal: The most important news dropped, I feel, was you being announced as Princess Irulan in the sequel of Dune.

Belmonte: It was…it was very competitive. I thought I wouldn't get it. I was sure the call would not come, and to my shock, not to Viola, my manager; she was smug, stating she knew I was perfect for the role. We're set to begin filming at the end of summer. So I'm glad to look forward to that.

Pascal: The waiting is scary, I understand, but congratulations. The cast is already so excellent, so adding you on feels perfect.

Belmonte: Everyone is kind, sent welcoming messages, and called me. I already feel very welcomed and am excited for what is to come.

Pascal: What will you do now?

Belmonte: Now? Get some lunch. My boyfriend is picking me up, you're welcome to join. We can practice his Spanish some more.

Pascal: Well, I can't say no to that.

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 6 months

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What are you headcanons about your favorite OC?

Also, are they headcanons if you made up the OC?

Are they headcanons if it's my character? Maybe?? Either way, enjoy my random thoughts about Bucky & Roy because I'm so obsessed with them. (Some of these things are actually going to end up being blurbs once the main series ends, so spoilers for Something There I guess?)

Bucky is a huge baseball fan and gets Roy to watch with her; he throws popcorn or whatever he's holding at the screen whenever her ex is playing.

Her parents, especially her mom, don't always understand how deep her love of soccer is, but they definitely support her and are proud of her. They even ended friendships with people who made snide comments about the gala photos.

Bucky becomes Roy's co-coach for Phoebe's team. She initially volunteers to be his assistant coach, but Roy refused to ever call her his "assistant".

Roy remembers which journalists were cruel to Bucky and ignores them at press conferences. The ones who stood up for her, on the other hand, always get their questions answered and are even offered exclusive interviews. (Once, the cruel journalists all found tacks on their chairs. No one could prove Roy did it, but Nate and Beard thought it was strange that their office was suddenly out of tacks.)

They attend every match they can to cheer each other on. Roy has been known to fly out immediately after Greyhound games to go see Bucky coach the Whippets in an away game.

The Greyhounds have a running tally of how many times each player has walked in on the managers making out around the Dog Track. (Dani is in the lead because he's bad at knocking, although Will has had more incidents than anyone else at Nelson Road.)

As soon as they become official, Ted and Rebecca insist on a double date. Roy definitely moans and groans about the idea, but it quickly becomes a monthly occurrence for the two couples.

When Bucky moves in, the first thing Roy does is set up a display for her Olympic Gold Medal. Eventually, they set up a display for all of their football medals and trophies; Roy makes sure that medal is front and center.

Speaking of the medal, Roy constantly brags about it. "Have you met my girlfriend? She's a fucking Olympic champion" becomes his new catchphrase. Bucky finds it incredibly flattering.

Whenever the US and England play, they get super competitive about it. (And when they start having kids? There's actual screaming matches over which kit the Kent kids wear. They do find a good compromise: when it's the men playing, the kids wear England. When it's the women, they wear the US.)

Speaking of kids, Roy and Buck constantly fight over their kids calling it "football" or "soccer"; all of Richmond has gotten involved in this one.

(I've got lots of thoughts about Roy and Bucky's little family tbh.)

Bucky keeps her name, and Roy is incredibly diligent about correcting people who call her "Mrs. Kent". In fact, Roy's the only person who can do that, and he only calls her that when he's feeling particularly romantic.

I've got like a million more thoughts about these two, they're my everything 😭❤️

#asks ❤️#roy kent something there

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twdmusicboxmystery · 11 months

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So, I don't know how long now, but I've been a long time follower and soon after a proud member of teamdelusional for a while now. How do you hold on to faith of the symbolism and belief of her being alive? I want her to come back and be with Daryl so bad, it would be one of the best moments of my life. I can imagine cheering and screaming at the screen with my best friend as we watch the episode. But I still have my doubts. I wonder if the show runners are aware of are little corner of the fandom. TWD means a lot to me. I started watching it on my phone nonstop after my mom died. I fell in love with this show profoundly. Thank you for being apart of the fandom, you keep a lot of it alive when the show was dormant at points. And Daryl Dixon is tied with Severus Snape as my favorite character. He means a lot to me. I never want Team Family's story to end. If anything, I love fanfiction for Bethyl, do you read any? Sorry for the randomness of this ask. Have a lovely day and much love. Go Bethyl! P.S What a stunning episode "Still" was. I couldn't believe what I was watching when I saw it for the 1st time. What a damn cool dynamic. 🏹🌻

I absolutely loved everything you said here. I loved reading your story and how you fell in love with Daryl and Bethyl and the TWDU. And of course I agree about Still. Thanks so much for sharing it with us!

How do I keep the faith? I keep it because there are so many things that have never been answered. So many strange points that I believe would have been settled if we were wrong or if they had changed their minds somewhere along the way.

Honestly, I think faith in Bethyl has become a habit for me, now. Maybe that sounds wholly unromantic, but I almost don't how NOT to have faith in Beth's return at this point.

But again, my faith in her return is based in evidence in the show. Stuff that was never fulfilled. Symbolism and foreshadowing that is STILL going. Things that were foreshadowed back in S5 that are just now coming to fruition.

I supposed if I reach the point where I'm 99 and there are 70 seasons of TWDU and she still hasn't come back, I'll concede. You know, if I must. 😉 Until then, we soldier on.

I don't read much fan fiction, mostly due to a lack of time in the day, but I wish I could, and I'm so glad there's so much of it to keep people's love alive.

Thanks again for the amazing ask. Xoxo! ☀️💖

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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scarabiaa · 7 months

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*tumbles into your asks* HELLO 🥰💗💞 I COME PRESENTING.....

*drum roll*

✨ How I perceive Sol/Ivy x Vil ✨

Sort of as a late bday gift kdnfmdn plus as a ty for all the writing you do and joining in the brainrot 🙏

The Theatre Couple™ but not in a bad way, in the best way possible actually

You talk about projects (shows, plays, movies, etc.) you're currently working on

Both of you learn new stuff from each other all the time I think! Since he's mainly an actor and you're mainly backstage

He asks you to watch him practice lines or asks you to join sometimes! (When he has romantic roles haha—)

Watching stuff together and being critics 🤝

Giving tickets to the other for stuff you're in and being so proud while watching

I think both of you would be like. Kind of like the parents of nrc's film research club. You're the ones who know the most there so everyone looks to you for guidance

I can imagine you being at one of Vil's shows or something then you notice a detail that could've done better if they did something else so you call up whoever is in charge. Then the person is just like "who tf are you" but you're still giving an entire essay on what they did wrong

In my head you're truly like a power couple. You'd rule the entire industry I'm so sure of it

You're not like those couples you see on TV where they're all lovey dovey all the time imo, you more like constantly support each other. You have your lovey dovey moments, yeah, but to me this seems more romantic. A very healthy relationship

Vil always makes sure you're taking care of yourself bc he KNOWS it's not easy to be backstage either

As much as you probably admire Vil for being super successful for someone his age, he admires you just as much. He didn't expect to find someone who clicked with him so well AND who can relate to him too

I just know both of you would look so slay side by side. 100% convinced.

Though I've been rambling about stuff more related to your work, I imagine your time spent together without worrying about anything is way softer <3

He'd love to kiss your forehead and your hand affectionately. It's one of his favorite things

His smile being so soft for you?? And only you get to see it?? And knowing you're the reason why he's smiling???

When you're holding hands, his hands are so soft. They're impossibly soft. And you're the only one who gets to hold his hand like that omg

He gets gifts from people often and if he can share them with you, he does (food. very expensive food from around the world)

He enjoys doing your makeup and stuff and in the end, you look stunning. And he's proud of his work because wow you look absolutely jaw-dropping?? He can't help but give you a kiss

Aaand I hope you enjoyed this 💗💞 Have a great week and know Vil is always proud of whatever you do 💪 (He also wants you to never forget your skincare routine)

BAWLS AND SOBS AND CRIES LOUDLY

LIKE I SAID BEFORE. I HAVE AN ESSAY. I AM RAMBLING. I AM FREE MWAHAHAHAAHAHAHA

no. no dude. they are the Theater Couple, i guarantee it. NO BC the way that she's probably the assistant stage manager at some point (just because she wants to try) and he's playing one of the leads, but they're just. subtle with each other. there are times where he just gently grabs her elbow while he's leaving to go on the OTHER side of the stage bc he knows she has to stay on her side, so it's their little "goodbye for now" AND ITS SO CUTE SINCE ITS IN THE DARK AND ONLY THEY KNOW!! ONLY THEY KNOW!! ohmygod during their breaks, they usually go off on their own and he definitely takes her to his favorite place, where they will talk about what they're working on. he'll go, "I have a featured role--" and she's already preparing to scream for that role when he appears on screen. SHE WANTS TO DIRECT HER OWN MOVIE WITH A SCRIPT SHE'S WRITTEN and he's already prepared to send it to producers that he knows (it's even better bc she demands for him to be the lead) <3

oh god when they practice lines together, she's usually a lil monotone at times (but she is definitely turning pink due to the romance lines AND BC HE USES HIS BLOCKING FOR HER AND IT FEELS SO REAL AND JUST OAIGJEOAIJGOIAJG) anyways, when they watch stuff together, they're both so judgmental it's not even funny. they are the WORST people to see movies with, i stg. she judges every little thing about the lights, sound, directing, sets and he judges every single part about everyone's acting, the directing, the script itself. the one time that they were invited to a film festival to watch new shows that were coming out, the way that he was calm and deadpan but she was making disgusted expressions that just turned her into a meme.

SHE'S HIS BIGGEST FAN, HE'S HER BIGGEST FAN. fun fact, its usually actors that get flowers backstage but vil ? if she's doing anything backstage, he's sending flowers. "send this to ivy, please." "she's working--" and ivy's sobbing in the bg bc he sent her flowers !!! with a note !!! SHE SCREAMS FOR VIL EVERYTIME HE BOWS ONSTAGE, she's lost her voice so many times because how she wants to be the loudest one for him (fans can scream "I LOVE YOU VIL" but she's pulling out a megaphone).

OH GOD THEY REALLY ARE THE PARENTS OF THE FILM STUDIES CLUB. its the way that she teaches everyone backstage and she's the one hanging upside down from 100 feet just to set up a light, while he teaches acting plus directing, while staring at her fondly (always makes sure there are people underneath to catch her if she falls, would probably move so that she falls into his arms). THE DAY SHE SEES SOMEONE MESS UP HIS SHOW, SHE'S CALLING WHOEVER'S THERE AND GOING "who do you think you are, how did you mess up so bad" "who are you and who do YOU think you are" "GIVE ME YOUR SCRIPT I CAN DO IT BETTER"

he definitely takes care of her. it's the way that she's always sore after a concert and sleeping for a while because she doesn't go to sleep until like. 1 in the morning sometimes, which is far past the time she should sleep. he has to get his beauty rest, but he'll always leave out some healthy snacks so that she'll feel refreshed, plus have warm water waiting for her (which, she thinks, definitely means he was up after 11 just for her). THEY BOTH CLICK SO WELL AND IT'S LIKE. they can read each other's minds and when one is forgetting something, the other is immediately behind them with said thing. they are so cute in that regard.

HIS SMILE, WHEN HE SMILES AT HER, SHE LITERALLY HAS TO LOOK AWAY AND FACE THE WALL SO THAT NO ONE CAN SEE IT, IT ALWAYS MAKES HIM LAUGH BC SHE'S USUALLY THE ONE FLIRTING HEAVILY. no no hear me out. backstage, they're waiting in the wings until it's his turn onstage, but everything is dark and they're right next to each other. i guarantee you he always plants a kiss on her forehead, just the smallest one before he gets onstage and she always takes his hand in response, ITS A SOFT AND TINY MOMENT BUT IT SAYS EVERYTHING. it always winds up in her gazing at him softly from the wings as he acts. if any actor asks her or teases her abt vil, she just bonks them.

THEY GIVE EACH OTHER GIFTS CANON, she knows a lot about makeup and skincare products now so whenever she's abroad for a vacation, she'll find new products that could possibly be something he likes and gifts them to him. he'll get her food and they both look through his fanmail. (one of those letters is definitely from her, she snuck it in). OH MY GOD WHEN HE DOES HER MAKEUP its such a quiet and soft moment bc she's usually impatient but when it comes to him she just. sits still the whole time to let him work and it's the cutest thing to see how he watches her as she keeps her eyes closed for him.

EXTRAS BC I CAN AND I LOVE THEM. when they hang out in the green room with the other actors and she's sitting but he's standing near her, she always leans into him. HE ALWAYS PETS HER HAIR SUBCONSCIOUSLY AS HE TALKS TO THE OTHER ACTORS AND ITS ADORABLE. the one time they were hanging out alone in the boys' dressing room as he put the last touches of makeup on, she was leaning backwards in a swivel stool chair to the point where he was afraid of her falling. once, he thought she was and immediately raced to catch her. she wasn't falling but her head landed on his lap as she looked up at him and said, "wow, are you gravity? because i just fell for you" AND HE JUST. HE HAD TO LOOK AWAY WHILE TRYING NOT TO SMILE.

they've definitely got the cutest moments in their plays backstage when they're together, because she'll be in the green room, sitting on the counter and he's always right by her to lean against her. in the wings, OH GOD WHEN SHE'S STRESSED BC OF ANOTHER ACTOR, there was definitely one time where, it was after a transition for the second act, she was just standing there with her arms crossed and looking down--a sign that she wasn't okay--and he just asked what was wrong. when she told him everything and he saw her so close to tears but holding it back, he just hugged her, even though he was supposed to do a costume change.

THIS ALSO APPLIES TO HER WITH HIM, when he hasn't gotten a role he wanted, she knows he's secretly disappointed in himself to which she prepares a self care day for him. facial masks, a good movie, snacks he likes as well as some calming drinks, she does an entire thing for him while saying, "the director is an idiot, he literally can't see talent when it slaps him in the face, someday i'll make a movie to make you the lead" and he always feels better in the end.

tldr: vilivy the most supportive couple of each other and the cutest and i have heavy brainrot for the two of them

#🔮.oc talks !#🐚.taruchi !#STOP BC THIS ESSAY TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE AND IT WAS ONLY BC. MY CLASSES #my classes think they can stop my vilivy brainrot but they never will #i will draw them someday i swear #BUT I HAD TO ADD THE FINAL PART BC. listen they're so cute #they deserve that part #I NEED TO WRITE FOR MY OCS AGAIN once i am free from this show NYAHAAHAHAHAHAHA

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Can I tell you about my non-canon Mika execution? Its long, but I'm really proud of it! ^-^ She's my favorite, but in the way that I am a schoolyard bully, and she is my preferred victim.

I feel like in any other case but a chapter 3 bad end, he'd just do it himself with the knife he keeps on him. (which is one of the reasons nobody trusted him) and would laugh his ass off as he was bleeding out. maybe the execution would happen to the corpse depending on how cruel Monokuma's feeling.

But in a chapter 3 bad end (good for her, bad for everyone else!) she'd cooperate and die how Monokuma wants. Because she does not trust Monokuma to keep his word about not harming Val if she acts up.

I imagine that since she's dying first, everyone is cheering for it, since she led them to their deaths. (maybe even Val if you want to be a total dick.)

It'd begin, and he's placed in front of a dead body, with a shock collar on him. (I imagine that when he fucks up, the collar would shock him to death.) The execution screen literally says its an execution for the SHSL doctor. He's literally being executed as his mother, who he hates and fears more than anyone. (also, his main role in case 3 is brutalizing and decapitating a corpse. Ironic.)

He won't have this, so he manages to disable the shock collar and run.

Monokuma planned for that, and she escapes in a replica of her home, except there's cameras with guns mounted to them. (picture what was on the locker rooms in THH, but just fucking everywhere)

Mika takes off her coat, and waves it in front of one of the cameras, only for it to be shot with holes. (Throughout all of this, she has the blank eyes symbolizing her suicidal thoughts, implying she's content with death, but only on her own terms.)

So he manages to snake his way around the house without setting off any cameras, maybe grabbing some resources depending on how long I want this to be. He's almost out of the house when he hears a familiar noise.

His mother screaming at and hitting his father. He looks to the door, and then back inside the house. He knows this is a bad idea, but he can't stop himself. The likelihood of his dad actually being in the game is low, but it isn't zero. And he can't leave him.

So she manages to grab her father and get away, only getting nonfatally shot in the shoulder in the process.

She manages to guide him out of the house, and is visibly relived about this. For a moment, her eyes return to their normal green as she smiles at him.

And then he pushes her directly into the sight of one of the cameras. She dies with a look of shock on her face >:)

(not to like, mansplain /gn, but he should have taken his own fucking advice of trust nobody and don't get attached. then he would have lived.)

Bro you are the cruelest mf I ever have seen and this is why I love you! The way she gets betrayed by the person she tried to protect, he gets treated like her mom in the more preffered execution. Geez! We get you like him the most cause god dangit, that was the best execution for the best character!

And isn't she a hypocrite? Giving advices even she can't hold on! Love him to death, I guess he is my favourite too

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madaboutmunson · 2 years

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Spoiler heavy blurb for Stranger Things 4 Vol 2.

Please do not read any further if you haven't seen the episodes

I am absolutely devastated by the episodes today, so I wrote something to comfort myself, using a character from a completely different show that I love. I mainly write this to help myself, but if it helps anyone else to today, that would be cool too 💚💚

I understand the world is going through much bigger problems right now, but my heart is broken to its very atoms. I must have cried about this sporadically through the day. Maybe sleep will help later. Honestly I never thought I'd ever feel like this about a fictional character.

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Welcome to Paradise

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh" Eddie screamed as he seemed to fall for eternity.

He felt something slip around his body, and his feet planted firmly to the floor, "Sweetheart?" He says with tears of joy in his eyes, looking at the exquisite BC Rich Warlock slung about his person. He gently strokes the head, and along the neck of the guitar, it vibrates under his touch, "It is you! I thought..." His eyes well up, "I thought I'd never see you again" he strums the guitar lovingly, and it responds with its signature growl.

Eddie looks around....he's on stage, not just on any stage. He's in one of the most famous arenas in the world. Madison Square Garden, he'd made it.

An audible pop and a table appears. On it a hat, gown, diploma and a framed picture of him flipping the principal the bird. He chuckles to himself.

He sees his shadow grow on the floor as lights flicker behind him. It's a movie playing on the stage backdrop. It's Hellfire. Dustin, Mike and Lucas have their arms around some younger-looking kids in the cafeteria and invite them to their table.

The movie cuts to the hellfire club, but the person at the head of it repeatedly changes, cycling through each member sitting in his throne-like seat.

He feels proud, smiling, and as Dustin hits the screen, he mutters quietly, "Don't ever change."

He wipes his eyes with the back of his leather jacket.

"Hey now, no time for tears in utopia, babe", he hears from behind him.

He turns around, but no one is there, they must be in the darkness of the stalls, but he can't quite see as a spotlight beaming down onto him.

"Hello?" He says nervously, "Is someone there?" He holds his hand up to his eyes to shield them from the spotlight.

An angular face moves into the light, with wavy brown hair and a very bohemian-type outfit. They wave, keeping their distance, "Welcome to your hereafter, Eddie the Brave."

Eddie has a sudden realisation. He remembers lying on the ground, looking up at Dustin now. He smiles, but it's tinged with worry, "Some of these things...aren't real. Does that mean it's all not real?" He waves at the table and then rests his hands back on his guitar.

"Most of what you see here is your own creation, yes", The man approaches carefully, "but some of it is happening, has happened, will happen?" He says with a questioning inflexion at the end, "I'm not sure of all the technicalities. I'm still working it all out. I'm Klaus". He extends a hand to Eddie.

Eddie smirks and clasps his hand shaking it enthusiastically, "Well, you already know my name, even if you got it slightly wrong", he says, pacing in a little circle.

"Wrong?" Questions Klaus. He puts his hands on his hips, "I don't think so. Not here. I'm usually right, even though no one listens."

Eddie laughs, "You remind me of someone I know....knew...yeah knew" he finishes a little sadly, kicking at the ground.

Eddie looks at Klaus from underneath his hair, "They called me Eddie the Banished, not the Brave." He smiles a little, fond memories racing around his mind, "Are they all ok?" He asks tentatively.

Klaus gives Eddie a big grin and shakes his head, "I mean, it's not good out there, and they are all licking their wounds. Be they physical, mental or emotional. But you know...they are still there. Well, you know...after you left...they are in that time, but not now, because if now was then, I wouldn't be born yet." He puts his hand to his mouth, "I'm not even born yet."

Eddie's eyes are wide for a moment, then squinting in confusion.

Klaus reassures him with a few pats on the shoulder, "Time is weird here...well anywhere where my family is concerned...but here it doesn't behave exactly correctly."

Eddie still looks confused, "Well, I guess it isn't the craziest thing I've heard or seen this week."

Klaus smiles, "That's the spirit... talking of which, " he clicks his fingers, and two mojito cocktails appear. He takes one for himself and offers one to Eddie, which he accepts very quickly.

Klaus waves his hand at the wall, and a window appears. It's Eddie's trailer. His uncle is placing his plectrum necklace around a framed picture of Eddie and placing a gentle kiss on the image.

A second location appears to their left, a basement room. He sees a kid he doesn't know with Mike, Dustin and Lucas. They are gathered around an easel.

"No, no can you make him look more like buff," says Dustin

"I...I mean, I can..." The painter says

"Yeah, exactly, in his vest holding his guitar", Mike adds

"On a mountain of skulls!!" Lucas chimed in enthusiastically

Klaus waves Eddie around to see the painting, and Eddie grins hugely, saying, "It looks like a Dio album cover."

"It sure does," says Klaus smiling happily at Eddie, "Very Metal." Klaus throws up the devil horn metal hand sign at Eddie.

Steve races into the room with Eddie's battle vest, "This is it, Will", he offers gently and carefully, hanging it up on the wall. Robin and Nancy shortly follow in, their eyes in awe of the painting.

"Now, it's not finished yet," Will says quickly, trying to calm everyone down.

"I'm sure if anyone can make Eddie look like his true heroic self, it's Will the Wise" Dustin smiles through tears, clapping his hand on Will's back.

Klaus turns to Eddie, who has tears streaming down his face, "See, I told you...you're a hero...you'll be immortalised in art and in hearts forever as Eddie The Brave".

#stranger things spoilers #strangerthingsspoilers #strangerthings4vol2spoilers #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddiemunson #eddie the freak munson #fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb

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cinderedrose · 2 years

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Ahhahshshshhs I'm planning out animatics again

1. Bastila going nuts over Revan (song: Hellfire covered by Annapantsu)

Set over the course of Kotor

🎶 Beata Maria

You know I am a righteous man

Of my virtue I am justly proud

(Bastila is found walking around the ebon hawk, seeking guidance from the force)

🎶Beata Maria

You know I'm so much purer than

The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

(She exits the hawk and frowns at couples found nearby)

🎶Then tell me, Maria

Why I see her dancing there

Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul

(The screen cuts to Revan fighting and being badass, then green eyes locking and they smile)

🎶I feel her, I see her

The sun caught in raven hair

Is blazing in me out of all control

(Bastila glances at the tatooine sun glittering in revans hair quite literally. She gets upset)

🎶Like fire, hellfire

This fire in my skin

This burning desire

Is turning me to sin

(She starts feeling conflicted, her eyes flash yellow as there's a quick flash of a fantasy)

🎶It's not my fault

I'm not to blame

It is the gypsy girl

The witch who sent this flame

(Bastila panics and runs into the dunes, sith figures loom over her)

🎶It's not my fault

If in God's plan

He made the devil so much

Stronger than a man

(Bastila claims its the force willing her to revan as their silhouette shows in the distance)

🎶Protect me, Maria

Don't let this siren cast her spell

Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone

(Bastila is being tortured by malak thinking about Revan, Malak pretend upon this)

🎶Destroy Esmeralda

And let her taste the fires of Hell

(Bastila has fallen, resenting revan after seeing malaks side of things)

🎶Or else let her be mine and mine alone

(Bastila still lusts towards revan, she rubs some kind of cloth that belonged to revan on her face)

(A dark jedi and bastila converse)

🎶Hellfire, dark fire

Now gypsy, it's your turn

Choose me or

Your pyre

(Bastila and revan are dueling at the temple of the ancients)

🎶Be mine or you will burn

(She screams in rage and runs off)

🎶God have mercy on her

God have mercy on me

(Bastila feels guilty back in the star forge)

🎶But she will be mine

Or she will burn

(Revans sabers ignite onscreen and bastila lunges an attack)

2: revan trying to remember things but failing (song: Once upon a December cover by Caleb Hyles)

Set after the leviathan when my revan had their edgy mind controlling cybernetics destroyed

🎶Dancing bears, painted wings

Things I almost remember

(Revan is dreaming and unclear paintings of basilisk war droids and republic shuttles show as Revan walked towards them)

🎶And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

(Music notes surround revan like snow, some are drawn friendly and others are crooked and cracked)

🎶Someone holds me safe and warm

(Revan hugs themselves as the backdrop is the same shade of blue Aleks tattoos are)

🎶Horses prance through a silver storm

(Past Revan and Malak are speeding through tatooine on speeders and they pass modern revan)

🎶Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory

(Modern revan is dueling an unknown figure while singing)

*instrumental*

(Revan is awake in the main hold and they hold their lightsaber with uncertainty

They ignite it and the color envelops the screen when the instrumental ends)

🎶Someone holds me safe and warm

(Revan hugs someone roughly Malak shaped)

🎶Horses prance through a silver storm

(Three children are recklessly riding a speeder across dantooine and this time modern Revan is driving)

🎶Figures dancing gracefully

(Revan and malak sized silhouette are sparring)

🎶Across my memory

(Revan snaps out of the trance and holds their head, frustrated)

🎶Far away, long ago

Glowing dim as an ember

(Revan lashes out with the force and ignites their sabers))

🎶Things my heart used to know

Things it yearns to remember

(They deactivate the blades and fall to their knees)

🎶And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

(Revan falls over crying)

#darth revan #kotor #knights of the old republic #darth malak #bastila shan #kotor 1 #revan x bastila #revan x malak #animatic planning #revalek #both revan and bastila are trainwrecks #one sided attraction #broken memories ™

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silverstonesainz-archive · 2 years

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𝟏 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝟑 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 || 𝐜.𝐡.

❝ i'm the love of your life, until i make you mad ❞

summary: how many chances does she have left to give? word count: 2.5k warnings: cussing (?), alludes to sexual themes, no proofreading note: i keep trying to rework this over and over and i think i finally got it. i hope you like this, this one is a little more personal to me <3. (also, i'm changing the layout of the fics bc i am too lazy to edit photos so i hope you like this)

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 –––

𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎.

The grey text bubble stares you in the face, and you nearly type a response. But you know better, you know there was an impending drop after the high, the screaming, the tears. Truthfully, your heart can’t handle another rollercoaster ride with Carter.

𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

That stupid nickname, one he coined for you when he saw your red cheeks after your first hockey game, unaware of how cold it actually was indoors. You remember the goofy smile on his face, how proud he was at the new name he had for you. You can almost hear his voice, the raspiness of it as he calls you that stupid nickname. Your index finger presses down on the power button of your phone, locking it, before placing it screen down on your nightstand. You turn your back to it, eyes shutting in hopes that sleep will keep you from giving in to temptation with green eyes.

But then your mind races, worry and anxiety settling in your bones at the possibilities of why he’d want you over at one-fucking-thirty in the morning. You aren’t dumb, you know exactly what will happen when you walk through his front door, the chaste kisses before you’re naked in his bed, trying to catch your breath before you roll out of it and return home like it never happened. It’s the question of what triggered him to even text you after approximately three weeks of radio silence. What changed?

Curiosity gets the best of you, so you turn over to grab your phone on the nightstand. You ignore the new texts from him, instead going straight for snapchat. You go through the stories of your shared friends, and it isn’t until you get to Beez’s story do you find your answer. You watch in awe as he and Carter slam three shots in a row, in one video. Then the next video, the one of friends dancing, you spot Carter chugging his beer in the background as Trav cheers him on. It isn’t until the end of his story, the one with Carter speaking gibberish into the camera, do you realize how drunk he was tonight.

There’s a loud knock on your door, shaking you from your nosy daze. You roll out of bed, wrapping your robe around your barely clothed body before opening the front door. The universe must be playing a sick joke on you, the stars laughing at your current situation as you stare at a very sheepish Joel holding onto a very drunk Carter.

“I’m sorry. He wouldn’t shut up, and he threatened to drive here himself. I had to.”

You rub your face in exasperation, a grunt of frustration escaping you. “It’s fine. Just… couch.”

You point to the piece of furniture, stepping aside to allow Bee to drag his friend through the door. You shut the door just as he plops Carter down, and you make a beeline for your kitchen. You can hear your heart in your head, the beating obnoxious as it races to calm you down before your mind sends you into a spiral.

“Y/n…” You turn at the sound of Joel’s voice, leaning on the counter as you look over at him, “I’m sorry. I know things… things aren’t great between the both of you. I can come back before morning skate to grab him. He’s asleep too, so you don’t even have to worry about talking to him.”

You nod, smiling wearily. “Alright Beez.” You sigh softly, “I think Carter has one of my spares in his wallet.”

You walk past the boy and towards the limp figure on the couch. His brown wallet sits on the coffee table, and you are quick to snatch it up. Your heart clenches as you open it, the polaroid photo of the both of you sitting nicely in his wallet. Your vision is blurred with tears for a split second before you blink them away, forcing yourself to look away from the picture. You squeeze the leather between your fingers, feeling for the small key. You peel back the empty card pocket, slipping your finger into it to pull out the silver spare.

“Here.” You hand Joel the key, “Let yourself in in the morning.”

“For sure. Thank’s y/n, and I’m sorry.”

You let Beez out and lock your door. It’s already two when he walks out, and exhaustion is finally beginning to wash over you. You quickly grab a fleece blanket for Carter, as well as aspirin and a water bottle for him to take in the morning. It isn’t until you are tucking him in did he begin to stir from his drunken slumber. His brows furrow, and his hand absentmindedly finds your arm.

“Rosy…” He mumbles.

“Yeah Carter?”

His eyes peel open, swollen with sleep. “I’m Hartsy.”

Your eyes dart away from him, a sigh escaping you. “Yeah, you are.”

“You never call me Carter. Only Hartsy.” He blinks rapidly, reaching out to cup your cheek. Against better judgment, you let him. “Are you mad at me?”

The alcohol made him forget, you assume. And you know better than to argue with him, so you smile softly. You take his hand on your cheek into your own, squeezing lightly. “Just tired. Go to sleep Hartsy. You need rest, you have a morning skate in four hours.”

His eyes droop tiredly, a small smile splayed on his lips. “Good night Rosy. I love you.”

You choke on air, those three words raising goosebumps on your skin. There is no time for a response, Carter’s soft snores filling the empty space before you can even react. You slowly retreat, letting go of his hand and turning off the lights.

In the six months and how many days you were “with” Carter, not once has he ever hinted that he ever felt that way about you. You were walking a fine line between dating and casual. It was a modern day situationship. You’ve spent the better part of your time together pushing and pulling him to and from your life. It’s always a rollercoaster of I need yous and I can’t do this anymores. Always one step forward, then three steps back.

But then three weeks ago, things changed. There was a shift in your dynamic, a change in your relationship in the form of a blonde puck bunny pressing her tits onto Carter’s chest and him simply allowing it. And as if that didn’t burn enough, he added fuel to the flame by walking out of the club with her in tow, leaving you in the dust and in shambles. You left him a text, a simple i’m done playing your game. And then it was radio silence. There was no attempt from either of you to reconcile like you’ve done before, no attempt to fix it with a late night hook up or breakfast at your favorite cafe. It was quiet.

You lay in bed, Carter’s voice repeating those three words over and over in your head until sleep washes over you. It’s a dreamless sleep, and you wake up to the sound of dishes clattering in your kitchen. For a split moment, you forget that you had a guest who was residing on your couch. Your ignorant bliss is immediately replaced by confusion. The sun is far too high for it to be six in the morning, so really who is in your apartment? Carter had to have left hours ago at this point.

You open your door carefully, peeking out into the general vicinity of your home. The green throw blanket is thrown over the back of the couch, and the TV is on playing at a very low volume. Carefully, you step out and walk towards the sound of movement. Carter moves comfortably in your kitchen, his back muscles moving beneath his skin as he spreads butter on his toast.

“Carter?”

He spins around quickly, relief flooding his features when he sees you. “Jeez you’re quiet. Didn’t even hear you come.”

“You’re still here… what happened to the morning skate?”

“Canceled. It’s an afternoon one now. Toast?” He offers. You shake your head, arms crossing over your chest.

“Beezer picking you up?”

Carter chuckles as he takes a bite into his toast. “In a rush to get rid of me?”

“Yeah, actually.” You mumble, walking into your kitchen to make yourself a bowl of cereal.

“Ouch.” He smirks, putting his toast down, “Still bitter?”

Your jaw drops at his crassness, the lack of sensitivity. Your blood boils, and you know very well that your skin is turning red. “You have some nerve Carter, some fucking nerve.”

You abandon the empty bowl and the box of cereal on the counter, walking away from the brunette. To no surprise, you hear his footsteps pad behind you and he is quick to pull you back from moving any further.

“Hey. It was a joke.”

You scoff, “Not a good one.” You yank your arm from his grip, “You need to leave.”

“Well since I’m here, why can’t we just talk?”

“What is there to talk about?” You challenge, “What is there possibly left to say at this point Carter?”

“You don’t think there isn’t anything worth talking about?” He raises a brow, “Considering the last time we saw each other?”

“I said all I needed to. I’m done with the games, I’m done playing it. Go play with your new blonde bunny.”

“Wow, nice.” He scoffs, “Thought you valued communication, valued a conversation, valued talking things out. Where’s all that y/n?”

“I already communicated with you Carter!” You snap, “I told you what I wanted, told you that I didn’t want you to sleep with other people, to do shit like that while you’re with me! Why should I have to repeat myself? Why should I have to remind you?” Your breathing is jagged and hot tears stream down your face as your frustration fills you to the brim. Images of that night three weeks ago flooded your mind. “You don’t respect me enough, don’t value me enough. You begged me to come out, kept me close until your blondey came around and suddenly I was nothing. You made me look like a fool in front of our friends, your teammates.”

Carter is quiet, studying your features with furrowed brows. You can see the guilt in his eyes, in the way his lips curve down, and his ears turning red. He was ashamed.

“You didn’t even try to apologize either. You avoided me, didn’t try to call, or text, or something half-assed like tell Joel or T.K. to invite me to something. Nothing.”

“Oh fucks sake Y/n,” He retorts, “I’m always apologizing, always the first one to initiate a talk, always-”

“Because you always fuck up!”

A thick blanket of quiet covers the room, only the sound of angry breathing heard. You weren’t wrong, and he knew that. But, fuck, you didn’t need to say it. Now it’s out there, the universe listening closely to the exchange. The first time Carter came knocking on your door with flowers in hand, it was a petty problem. It was small, something he may or may not have said while he was drunk that made you drop him home early. The second time, he ignored you at a party hosted by the WAGs, one you helped plan. He was frustrated with how his season was going at the time. He was too consumed with a conversation with Claude to even give you a second of his time to tell you what a great job you had done. You had become a fly on the wall, watching everyone weave their way through the party and find their places, leaving no room for you to fit.

Carter knows his sporadic moods and his need to tug you along has worn you down. He’s always feared the day you would have enough of him and his baggage would come, and now he believes it’s finally here. Your face only reads anger, disappointment, rather than the tear stained cheeks he’s become so used to. Tears that showed him you cared. There’s a sense of tiredness in your eyes, a plea for him to just walk out of your home and your life for good.

But he wasn’t ready.

“You’re right. I’ve fucked up so many times, too many times. Hurt you, embarrass you…. and there’s no excuse, no reason other than I’m a dick.” You chuckle humorlessly, pushing your hair out of your face and shaking your head. “I’m so sorry y/n, I’m trying to be better for you, I am. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’m not going to wait around for you to fucking figure it out Carter,” You mumble, walking towards the front door, heart heavy with each step. Hurt rises to your throat as your fingers wrap around the cold door knob.

“Y/n, please no.” Carter takes long strides to fall to his knees as his arms find their way around your waist, head buried in your side. Your heart clenched at the firm grip he had on you, tears welling in your eyes and blurring your vision. “Don’t let go now.”

“Then when?” You whisper, “You might want me now, but what about tomorrow? Or next week? What do I do when you don’t want me, when I’m no longer the one you want?”

“I always want you… I… I love you.”

Your eyes meet his bloodshot ones, the rosy tinge in his nose and cheeks. His words shoot through you like arrows soaked in acid, burning your flesh and breaking you down. Words meant to sound so sweet, tasted bitter in your mouth.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do, Rosy.”

“No you don’t, Carter.”

His calloused fingers move to clasp your hand, tugging you down to his level. You give in, knees buckling to meet the floor beneath you. You are putty in his hands, body molding into his touch as soft cries and whimpers escape you. A gentle shhh moves past Carter’s lips as he rubs your back, his chin resting atop your head as he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

“I love you. I really do, I swear.”

“Carter please.” You shake your head, only moving enough so that you can crane your neck to look at him. “Please stop.”

His confession drowns you, squeezes your lungs tight. You dreamed of drowning in such words and affections. But here you are, begging for him to take it right back.

“You love me now, you say that you really do. But what about when you’re bored, or mad, or find another pretty little penny when we go out? Hm? Where’s the love then?”

Carter shifts between your sad eyes. “Don’t be done, just give me one more chance. One more, please.”

A sob forces its way up your throat, sounding strangled as the sound pushes past your lips. Your cries burn Carter’s ears, clenches his heart tight. With your palms flat against his chest, you push him away. You force yourself to your feet, glancing down at him one last time. You see the plea in his eyes, the hurt in his tear stained cheeks. He mirrored who you used to be. This was it, a culmination of your heartache and pain manifesting in this very moment as you stand over Carter.

“I’m all out of chances to give.”

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albertasunrise · 2 years

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Hey!! I don’t know if you take requests but I had this idea that I thought I would share with you as I noticed you live in the UK. It would be about an English girl who moves to the US and meets the Triple Frontier guys (obviously falls for Frankie) and the guys always take the mick out of her accent and the way she says things (just little things like car park instead of parking lot, bin instead of trash can etc.) but her response is always “where am I from? England? Yeah so I’m right” 😂 and then maybe we get some baby stuff (which you write beautifully) and the girl can’t believe you have to pay to have a baby in America. With a sprinkling of angst thrown in for good measure somewhere!

British Beauty

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Summary: After moving from England to the US after a bad breakup, you find more than you bargained for.

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose not to post any warnings. Will give the story away.

Notes: LOVED THIS IDEA... Also... I'm half Canadian so my friends are constantly correcting how I speak so I can totally relate 😂 hope you enjoy!

You met Ben first. It had been your fourth month living in Texas and you'd decided to take your chances in a bar down the street from your apartment. Your friends had been telling you since you'd arrived that you had to try a sports bar so after a little wandering you'd found one a block over.

It was busy but not loud. Two large screens hung above the bar, one playing a hockey game and the other a sport you were familiar with growing up. You had sat at the bar, ordered a cider and watched the race, practically screaming at the TV as if Hamilton would be able to hear you from where he sat in his driving seat.

"That British driver's pretty good huh?" Ben had asked, stepping up beside you with an empty jug in hand.

"Six times world champion." You'd replied, turning to see one of the most beautiful men you'd ever seen smiling back at you.

"A fan of the sport then?" He asked and you nodded enthusiastically before looking back at the screen.

"By the time I was 2 I could name all the drivers and what they drove." You'd stated proud, smiling sweetly at him as your eyes wandered back to him "It's a big deal back home."

"British hmm?" Ben had asked and you nodded "Whereabouts?"

"West Country." You answered with a smile and he look perplexed "I'm from a city called Bath."

"Like bathtub?" He's questioned and you'd chuckled and nodded.

"Sorta, yeah." You'd replied, "We do have some famous roman baths in the city centre."

"Wow, that's pretty cool." He had said as he nodded at the bartender to refill his jug "You here alone?"

"Yeah." You'd replied with a shrug "Moved here a few months ago and haven't really had a chance to make any friends outside the office."

"Join us." He said sincerely and you had given him a questioning look before seeing nothing but sincerity in his expression.

So you'd accepted his offer and joined his friends. Santi, the short but sweet. Will, Ben's sweetheart brother and Frankie. You saved the best for last.

Francisco Morales was something else entirely.

He was a little rough around the edges in appearance and yet, he had a softness to him that drew you to him like a moth to a flame. His hair was longer than the others, curling at the ends and a warm chocolate colour. His eyes were dark and sparkled in the dim light of the bar and you had felt yourself mesmerised by them like you could look into them for the rest of your days.

You'd been pretty gutted when you had learned he had a girlfriend and then you'd found yourself cursing yourself for hoping otherwise. He was perfect in every single way but you'd figured this was probably the one and only time you'd hand out with them all so you had suffered in silence for the rest of the evening.

How wring you'd been.

One year later...

Will was holding his annual barbecue and the boys had invited you. As they did to all their major events now. You were excited at the prospect of chilling with your friends after the hellish week at work you'd just had. You weren't, however, looking forward to spending another evening pining over a man you could never have. It was just the four of you, Santi having returned to Australia a few weeks after you met him but you liked it that way. Being closer to the Millers.

"Right we have burgers." Announced Will as he clapped his hands to grab everyone's attention "We have sausages, ribs, wings and because Queeny here requested them, we also have baked potatoes."

"They're called Jacket Potatoes." You corrected and the boys scoffed.

"You and your weird sayings." Ben teased "It's a car park..." Ben started in a mock English accent "Not parking lot."

"Oh..." Started Frank, putting on his own English accent "You couldn't possibly take out the rubbish bags for me would you?"

Ben and Will barked and you scoffed.

'What language do you all speak?" You asked and they all stopped laughing.

"English," Ben answered and you snorted.

"And where am I from Benjamin?" You pushed and his eyes narrowed.

"England..." He trailed off and you nodded at him with a cocky grin plastered across your face.

"Oh yes... that's right... the inventor of the language you speak." You stated "Which meaaaaaans... I'm right and you're all wrong." You finished, blowing them all a kiss before skipping off to the kitchen to fix yourself a drink.

"Damn she's hot." Groaned Ben, watching you waltz away and the others chuckled at his reaction.

"She's also soooo not into you." Will teased and Ben groaned.

'No... She's into Catfish." He grumbled under his breath, not realising he'd been heard.

"She what?" The older man exclaims, stopping Ben dead in his tracks "She likes me?"

"You seriously telling me you never noticed how she looks at you?" Asked Will and Frankie just gave the brothers a bemused look "Shit." Will breathed as he shared a look with his brother "God she looks at you like you hung the stars man. The night we met her and you told her about Lucy, her face literally fell."

"I didn't know," Frank said softly and Will sighed.

"Well, you do now." Will stated and Frank nodded "Just don't give her hope where there is none man."

You remerged a few minutes later with a tray of drinks and the boys all smiled sweetly at you. That was just you in a nutshell. You thought of them always and as you handed them the drinks you fetched them, Frankie couldn't help but pine after you.

"So where's Lu?" You asked as you placed the tray down on the table beside you "Surprised she's not here, she's usually throwing herself at the opportunity to chow down on Will's famous wings."

"We uh... Well, we broke up." Confessed Frankie and everyone looked at him in shock.

"What happened, brother?" Asked Ben and Frankie sighed

"We uh... Well after we lost the baby, things kinda started to fizzle I guess." Frankie started and your brows knitted together as he continued "She was being distant. Going out with friends more and getting back super late. Thought nothing of it at first but then I managed to cut my shift short on our anniversary and thought I'd surprise her." He paused, scraping a hand over his mouth before taking a large swig of his beer "Walked in on her shagging her boss."

"Fuck." Will clamoured and Ben gasped in shock "I'm so sorry brother."

"Yeah well..." Frankie started, letting out a breathy sigh "I guess we were pretty doomed for a while. Losing a kid does that to people sometimes I guess..."

"Losing your baby does not justify her cheating on your Frankie." You piped up and his eyes locked with yours "Yes she lost her baby but so did you... and yet you stuck by her. Shows what kind of person you are." You said sweetly as you gave him a small sympathetic smile "You deserve better than that."

His heart started to race as you pulled him into a friendly hug. He'd been taken from you from the moment he'd met you but he had been with Lucy and so those feelings had been pushed aside. Now though, things were different. He had a chance to see if there was something there.

He owed it to himself to try.

So after the barbecue, he worked out a plan. He'd been single a month and so he knew he needed to give it a little time before he jumped back into the dating poo but he knew when he did. He wanted to swim with you.

So as days merged to weeks and then to months he started to arrange more nights with you. Drinks with the boys became drinks with just the two of you and he found that the more time he spend with you, the more he wanted to pull you into his arms and kiss you breathless.

"So how are things with you?" You asked softly as you took a small sip of your drink "Been on any dates lately or..."

"Dates?" He questioned, brows drawing together "Why would I..." He trialled off, his stomach twisting a little as you chuckled.

"Well, you've been single a few months now." You stated with a shrug "I figured you'd want to get back out there."

"Oh... right." He replied and you noted his sudden change in tone

"You been dating?" He asked and you shrugged slightly "Been on a few." You replied and his heart dropped through the floor "Seeing someone at the moment but I dunno."

"Right."

"You okay?" You asked and he nodded unconvincingly.

"Yeah." He replied as he downed the last of his drink "You want another drink?" He asked, ignoring the concern plastered across your face "I need another drink." He continued to ramble "Same?"

You didn't get a chance to answer before he was up and making his way to the bar. He ordered your usual along with a beer for him and a tumbler of whisky that he downed before making his way back to the table. He could see that you were texting and he felt his jealousy bubble under the surface but he pushed it to one side as he sat back down across from you.

"Here's your weird, English, drink." He grumbled and you smirked at him.

"You can get cider wherever Frank." You snorted.

"Sure." He replied and you felt yourself growing a little irritated at his sudden change in attitude.

"What the fuck is up with you?" You snapped.

"What?" He growled and you rolled your eyes.

"I asked you if you'd dated anyone and you went a little quiet and then I tell you I'm seeing someone and you..." You trailed off as you piece it all together and your eyes drifted up to his.

"Frank-"

"Save it." He pleaded, holding his hand up to stop you "Save me the embarrassment, please... Clearly, the boys were wrong."

"Wrong about what?" You asked and he sighed.

"They told me you like me but clearly they were wrong so-"

"I do." You interrupted and his mouth dropped open "I really like you but you were with Lucy and then..."

"It's fine." He sighed "I'm too late... I get it Queeny. It's getting late, should probably head."

"Frankie-"

"It's fine... really." He said sweetly and you sighed "Want me to walk you home?"

You nodded. Glad in the knowledge that he wasn't just going to abandon you in this bar so that he could lick his wounds. He waited for you to finish your drink and then walked in silence beside you to your apartment. When you reached your door, you turned to face him and your heart sank at the sight of him down and dejected.

"Look... Can we just forget about everything that happened tonight?" He begged, "Rather the boys not know I was painfully shot down."

A tense silence fell over you both as your eyes remained locked.

"No." You said, shaking your head slightly "No, I can't."

"Please I-"

He was interrupted by soft lips slanting over his and Frank moaned into the kiss as his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer. It seemed to be over much faster than he would have liked but as you both pulled back to look at each other, he found himself lost in your eyes.

"I don't want to forget."

One year later...

It had been one whole year since that night and you hadn't parted since. You had broken it off with the guy you'd been seeing the following day and that evening you were riding Frankie on his couch whilst the boys sent text after text, wanting to know exactly what had happened between you both.

Your romance had been a whirlwind that had moved so fast for all the right reasons. Within a month you were living together and after four you had drunkenly asked him to marry you.

You were officially engaged a week later.

He had been everything you'd ever wanted and you were the same for him. The love you shared was all-consuming and despite his constant correcting of everything you said, you knew he was the man you wanted to grow old with.

"Baby, have you seen my handbag?" You shouted to Frank as you desperately tried to find the last few things you needed before you left.

"What the hell is a handbag?" He yelled as he sprinted up the stairs and you rolled your eyes at him as he walked into your shared bedroom.

"You know, the bag you shove your shit into when we go anywhere."

"You mean your purse?" He continued and you groaned.

"This is a purse." You snapped as you waved it in his face.

"Babe, that's a wallet."

"Men have wallets." You corrected "Women have purses that they carry around in their handbags."

"Whatever." Frankie chuckled as he placed a peck on your cheek "It's on the couch."

"You mean the sofa?"

"Baby, we're going to be late." He warned and you sighed.

"Fine. Let me just grab something from the bathroom and I'll meet you by the door." Frankie kissed you sweetly before making his way back downstairs again and you watched him leave before making your way to the en-suite. You grabbed what you were looking for and skipped out of the room and down the stairs, shoving it in your bag along with your purse and keys.

"Ready?" He asked and you nodded.

"Let's go."

It took but ten minutes to get to Will's from the home that you shared with your love. The Millers had planned a celebration for your anniversary despite the two of you protesting. You had wanted to spend it in, eating pizza and watching shitty TV but when a certain piece of news reared its head you decided that perhaps a celebration with your favourite brothers and Frankie wouldn't be so bad.

Stepping through the gate that led to Will's back garden, you were greeted by balloons and a banner having from two trees. It was all too much and it all screamed Benjamin Miller.

"Cat, Queeny, you made it!!" He practically shouted as he held his arms open for you both to hug him.

"Wouldn't miss our own party Miller." You said playfully as you poked him in the ribs.

"Whatever Will's cooking smells amazing." Frankie piped up as he pulled you into his side.

"You know my brother. Any excuse to show off his skills." Ben chuckled and you both grinned at him before following the younger Miller to the couch.

He handed you a glass of wine and Frankie a beer before the two of you sat down on the plush cushions and you cuddled into Frank's side.

"So how is the wedding planning going?" Ben asked, his eyes snapping up to see Will walking out with a tray of food.

"Yeah, it's going okay." You said, glancing at Frankie "Pretty much decided on a venue and such, just the date we need to decide."

"Well, you're going to need a few months to plan, surely?" Will asked as he placed a plate of food in front of you.

"Yeah." You replied, nodding your thanks to him before sitting forward to eat.

"Cheers." Declared Will as he sat down beside Ben "Happy Anniversary to the two most deserving people I know."

"Soppy prick." Ben teased and Will slapped his arm gently "Happy Anniversary guys."

You all ate in relative silence then, the food rendering you all speechless but when it was all finished and cleared away, you settled back into your seat and basked in the warm evening sun.

"You haven't touched your wine." Frankie pointed out as he sipped on his second beer of the evening.

"Haven't I?" You said innocently and his eyes narrowed before shrugging and taking another swig of his drink.

When Will and Ben returned from the kitchen, the four of you settled around the table you pulled the box you'd shoved into your bag out and held it in your hands.

"Want your present?" You asked, pulling Frankie's gaze.

"I didn't think we were doing presents?" He asked as he looked at you a little panicked.

"It's just a little something." You said as you handed him the box, chewing your lip as he lifted the and pulled back the paper.

His eyes widened as he looked at what had been hidden beneath that teal tissue paper before looking up at you with a mixture of shock and joy.

"Really?" He asked and you nodded, smiling sweetly at him before he put down the box and pulled you into a bruising kiss.

"Really what?" Ben asked before leaning over the table and grabbing the box, staring long at hard at the contents "You're pregnant?" He exclaimed and you both chuckled.

"Yeah." You breathed "We're pregnant."

"Well, that explains why you haven't touched your wine." Will teased and you grinned at him.

7 months later...

You'd had a small ceremony a few months after that evening at Will's. Santi and his girlfriend had flown over from Australia for the occasion, and your family from England.

Your dress had looked perfect with the small bump you had developed almost overnight and your parents had gushed over you and Frankie all day, overjoyed you'd found someone after all the heartbreak you'd suffered.

Now you found yourself holding the new life you'd created in your arms, smiling down at him as he slept soundly in your arms.

"Damn he's perfect." You said softly, taking your eyes off of your son so you could look at your Husband.

"So's she." He said as he smiled down at his daughter who was also sleeping soundly "So perfect." He finished before placing a soft kiss on her brow.

When you'd learned you were having twins, you had freaked but Frankie had been over the moon with the news. He's lost one, now he was being blessed with two at once.

Frankie's head snapped up as a nurse poked her head in the door, motioning for him to follow her and he placed one final kiss on his daughters head before placing her in the clear cot beside your bed.

"Just going to sort the insurance." He said sweetly as he kissed you softly.

"I still can't believe it costs money here to have a baby." You scoffed and he gave you a bemused look "In England, all you pay for is parking... Which is extortionate I will add."

"Well, luckily we have insurance hmm?"

"Still crazy." You snorted and he grinned at you.

"Sure it is baby." He said before kissing you one more time.

You watched him leave before returning your gaze to the little boy in your arms.

"It's fine though." You said after a short pause "You two are worth all the money in the world."

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