𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝🙂...

𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭...

as well as other things for my new shifting account on tiktok :). but I figured I'd post it here as well just because they're cute, and because it'd be nice if y'all could go give it some attention while I (slowly, ik) write and post requests from my inbox lol♡.

I also think it's helpful because not only is it cute, but it's practically a quick summary of the same stuff I have going on here, so ya /ᐠ-˕-マ💤💜.

but, just in case...

my tumblr 'intro' page - 💜💜💜

my tumblr 'welcome' page - 🖤🖤🖤

my tumblr 'about me' page - 🤍🤍🤍

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 "𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭" 𝐥𝐨𝐥...

do y'all ever think - in the safe haven, after all is said and done, after ample time has passed and whatnot - that when new and young arrivals show up, gally just yk… has his moments😃?

like, yes, bro has definitely learned, worked on, and grown himself as a person, but there's definitely times where younger kids/teens test what little patience he still has left, and he'll trickle back into his old persona a bit. Glade Gally™ lmao.

and I think the best way to describe that is using that one tiktok audio from the croods movie lmfao (stfu, ik everything I say is followed by “...tHaT oNe tIkToK aUdi0!!”, I can't help being chronically online)...

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gally, welcoming newcomers to the safe haven: here…! right here…! all your needs will be met-

one kid, who's already asked one too many questions: i'm hungry-

gally: -IN A MINUTE!!!

newcomers: 😀…

thomas, fry, newt, and minho, who all saw this coming: 😔…

gally, continuing: 🙄 … 😊all your needs will be met, and…!

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LIKE LMAO😭. tell me he wouldn't have several little bursts like that where anyone that knew him pre-scorch and death cure events just has to laugh at because YUP, there's the gally we're used to.

alternatively, the vice versa lol…

thomas, minho, frypan, and newt still trying to adjust to Mature Gally™, completely flabbergasted when maybe a young newcomer is particularly aggravating or clumsy or whatever, and gally is just ever so patient and calm (for the most part, he's trying lmao💀✋🏽)...

“It's okay, you got it. No one carves a perfectly sharp stake their first try.” “No, not like that. You shave it towards you, and next thing you know, you'll be missing a thumb.” “Hey…! Your voice… lower it by several notches, please? Awesome, thanks.”

cue the boys just genuinely stunned because had it been them back in the glade, they never would've heard the end of his loud mouth and neverending string of demands.

ANOTHER AUDIO COMES TO MIND WITH THIS LMAO!!!...

that stupid ass clip from smiling friends lmaooo but in this context, it'd be like…

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minho, finishing an important conversation with gally, ending it with a dumbass joke he definitely should not have told lmao: *flinching*

gally, totally oblivious and amused: lol you're stupid, dude, I'll catch you later.

thomas & fry, having watched the entire interaction: ???

minho: dude, when he moved his arm, I thought he was gonna hit me😃. I thought he was gonna fucking punch me when he-

thomas: -I actually thought the same thing, I really did😔.

minho: yeah.

fry: I saw you flinch😆.

minho: he was fidgeting, he was, like- he was moving around a lot, and I thought he was gonna hit me😔.

fry: I just remember how he was in the glade, and like😓…

thomas: yeah, a lot of bad stuff happened there😞.

minho: yeah, I didn't know what he😶-... yeah😞.

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just a collective stun of how mellowed out he is now, which imo, I don't think would last too long, and it doesn't come from a place of like, “oh, we hate him.”

more of a genuine suprise at the 180° of his personality, like, be honest with yourself,,, if one of your closest friends suddenly became nearly the complete opposite of how you last knew and encountered them, you wouldn't be a little on edge? come on lol. I think over time, they'd get used to it and would probably rebond with one another - a "matter of time" type of deal.

anyways, just one of a million thoughts I have in my head, complete with references that will probably not be understood💀✋🏽.

so yeah, that's all, bye /ᐠ-˕-マ♡.

do you write for 2019 freddy freeman? :)

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐰𝐰𝐰~ 😙🤭 !!

I will write for any version of freddy all day, plz, I love that boy with half of my soul (billy has the other half, obvs).

also, sorry for the late response @anon-2019, teehee🧍🏽‍♀️✨️.

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newt x blackgirl!reader rant

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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

I haven't read the books (ikik don't yell at me) so this is all movie-lore based writing.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

*𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬* 𝐢'𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐦𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭...

so right away, for context, i'm thinking about this with the fact that "she" "you" "reader" whatever tf would be the first girl in the glade, like... before teresa😃👍🏽.

and also, she's black🤎🖤.

and also, this may or may not be purely self-indulgent, idk, I just write what's been shown to me by the gods, so🤷🏽‍♀️.

and also, there's like, zero formatting to this (but will get posted on the masterlist)...

>> maze runner masterlist

awesome, 'kay, cool, let's go...

there is something so soft about the thought of newt with a black girl. like, I don't know, something about it is just so authentic, like, I can see it so clearly in my mind, and I don't have the time right now to make a full out vision board about it, but I will in the future, trust😌🤞🏽.

my very first thought/vision, though, being like...

imagine you're taking the time out of your day to make him a little flower crown because like, hello, you're in a glade, and there's dandelions and little daisies everywhere, so of course you're making a flower crown. but then the scene pans up, and we see reader's hair, which in my vision, would definitely be something really thick and really coily - so i'm thinking maybe like 3b-4c.

and then we see newt taking the time out of his day to braid/plait it down, weaving more little flowers or scarves or yarn or whatevernot into it, making light conversation with you and adding in short but sweet little praises you almost don't catch, but you do, because he only speaks to you like this🥹. and with the braiding, whether it be because you've taught him to do this or it's a skill he's developed on his own over time, both are very cute and intimate/soft possibilities to imagine, but yeah.

and I also think he would be so fond of tracing over your skin, like, every scar, every birthmark, just whatever he can get his hands on, he's touching/caressing lightly, pressing kisses down, admiring from a distance ...

speaking of admiring from a distance!!...

I definitely think he would just stare at you all of the time. yes, because he's the second-in-command, so he kind of has to have a watchful eye over everyone, and also, yes, because he is in love with you. but a third reason being that he genuinely just loves admiring the way your skin glows under the sun.

whether you be coated in water or sweat or whatever, he's just in a captured state of awe at the golden cast that you have, and he also loves that tan you get - he fucking adores the increase in melanin that you adhere. he loves your skin, he loves your complexion, he- *gasp*

he loves your eyes!!...

he loves how deep of a shade of brown that they are because they're not like his or thomas', where they're light ass caramel, whiskey, fucking whatever's going on there. your eyes are deep, like sweet chocolate, like the soil he works in, like damp wood under fresh rain - their own galaxy of black and golden flecks that he'd prefer to get lost in all day and all night for the rest of his life if he could.

and he loves your lips; he is addicted to kissing you. he's addicted to the softness, the plush/plumpness, how your kisses may just completely envelop him, wrap him up whole. your lips, your SMILE, AAAAAH!! he cannot get enough of it, he is constantly doing whatever he can to see that grin, to hear that cackle - he is constantly lifting you up into the air by surprise, he's tickling you and touching you whenever he can at random, he's telling fucking lame ass corny jokes, he's hitting you with pet names that are just so...

they're almost overcompensating, but at the same time, they sound so nice coming out of his mouth (just in general, of course, but with that accent of his...😻). shit like "darling" and "sweetheart" and "my love" and it's all only reserved for you (I mean yeah, you are the only girl, but still, even if you weren't, I guarantee you'd only be hearing these petnames from him, so whatever).

and I know this isn't really a thing that's touched on or prevalent in the maze runner universe, like,,, i've never really seen any signs of racism or anything, but just to be fucking clear...

bro is throwing a fit, a goddamn tantrum if and/or when anyone tries to villainize or demonize you simply just because you're black. and of course , I imagine he's like that regardless because, hello, jeff and alby are close to him as well, but again, he'll be damned if there's ANY form of sly comments or discriminatory behavior going on in this fucking glade (like c'mon, that's fr the last thing needed given the circumstances). ESPECIALLY towards you, and if anything, ENCOURAGES you find comfort and community with those who are black as well if that's what's wanted.

I guess think of it as like that thing in in the hunger games, books where suzanne collins pretty much only portrays all of her black characters as very soft, very caring/loving, they're not demonized or made out to be violent/scary/tough or given the "strong soldier with no feelings only action who somehow takes care of everyone™" trope just because they're black and because of how history is. that's kind of how I would view it here as well, like, I feel like the same principles would apply.

and actually, on this topic a little bit more - deviating from the "soft sweet newt with a black gf" thing I was doing lol - I actually kind of do have this headcannon where, because of the fact that the memories of who was put into any type of maze were literally being wiped, I feel like even if these boys and girls were being raised a *coughs* certain type of way😀... that shit is getting erased along with the rest of whatever the fuck was in or being put into their heads before.

not to mention, they get sent into these mazes with so many different people from all over the world, so I imagine that "cultural difference" doesn't even become a thing. it's really only ever acknowledged in the way of like, "yeah, that guy has an accent lol... anyways😁!" like, nobody gives two shits, nor has time to act on such even if they did.

ANYWAYS, back to the regularly scheduled program💀✋🏽...

I really do think... *smiles while thinking cuz i'm geeked asf writing this lmao* ... I really do think that newt would bring a sense of intimacy and cherishment to - even just a friendship, tbh! - but also, of course, a relationship. maybe something of which you never would have thought possible given everything y'all are up against.

and I also think that you would bring him such an overlining sense of peace that he just can't really find anywhere else. or maybe he can, but it's not like the peace of being with you. it isn't the same, hence why (controversial take here✋🏽🙄✋🏽) he may not cherish them as much. not to say he doesn't at all, but there's definitely a difference in his demeanor and overall being when you're not around, or when he doesn't hear you, or have you in his line of sight, versus the opposite.

and I do think it is something that would last through everything. it would last through the maze. it would last through the w.c.k.d. compound. it would last through the scorch. it would last through minho's kidnapping, it would last through right arm, it would last through the last city, and it would last up to his inevitable death.

it would remain in the memories of those small touches and passionate kisses. the words he'd spoken to you full of love and adoration for every trait you had and for you as a person. in every smile and laugh. in every clear sunny sky. in every drop of water. in every dandelion and daisy, in every braid or loc you did, in every gust of wind,,,

and even then, even through the last stages of the flare infection, all that would be plaguing his mind would be you, and thomas, and all his other friends, and how sure he was on the fact that you were gonna make it to the safe haven. and that even if he wasn't there with you, you would be okay. and because, regardless of his death, his love for you was always gonna linger. it would last beyond.

he's there, and he loves you, and nobody can take that from you.

. . .

corny, yes, I know, but do you want the truth or not🤨?

anyways😁!

yeah, I don't know what came over me, I just had to get that out of my system before I exploded, so uhh, do with what you will lol.

byee<3!!

😀-

wait, should I make this a series??

idk, anyways, here's the vision board I said I didn't have time to make, but fuck it, we ball teehee😆!

/ᐠ-˕-マ~...♡

/ᐠ-˕-マ~ master list for...

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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

I write for all versions of peter parker, but only the x-men version of peter maximoff (a.k.a I don't write for pietro), and then if you've seen deadpool (1-2), you know who the other two girls are :).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚😆 !! *𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞*

is this immature? (I don't care).

no, but thanks for everyone involved who made this achievement possible, all dirty jokes aside. I feel like I've hardly posted anything showcasing my actual skills/work worth even just ten followers, let alone almost seventy, but it's just nice knowing I alr have so many ppl willing to tune in and see what's to come and watch me grow. It's a really nice sentiment, so all I have to do is fulfill it :).

wish me luck😻🙏🏽 !

/ᐠ-˕-マ~ frequently asked questions !

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?

...scroll down and see if it's here, because more than likely, someone else was/is wondering the same thing. even more likely, I already answered it multiple times and then decided to put it here for the next person :).

if it's not here, though, feel free to ask in my inbox or dm's.

to learn more on the topic of myself, you can always check out the about me page. to explore what fandoms I'm in and what I love to run my mouth talk about, then you should go to the heart. Continue reading further down to see the questions :).

confused because this might be the first page you stumble upon from my blog? head over to my intro to see why this page even exists lol.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧?

my status is comprised of three modes; active, hiatus, and offline.

[active] - I am online and currently working on/taking requests and whatnot.

[hiatus] - I am online, but I am taking a short break from writing and am just simply enjoying the app/am catching up with mutuals/friends.

[offline] - no longer taking any requests and no longer active on this account (this one is not going to be set into motion for a long time, don't worry lol).

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐭/𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞?

nope ! maybe one day, I will. but for now, I run solely on motivation, inspiration, and vibes✨️/ᐠ•˕•マ.

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐬?

yes, I do ! er, I can, if asked, of course :). like, if you wanted me to show you how I make my collages, or how I do something specific in an edit I made/posted, then yes, I could do a tutorial for that for you.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞?

this one is a little harder/complex to explain on my own, but for those who are totally and completely new to fanfic (hi, I can't believe you're starting on my account😭), I bet you're confused asf with some of the terms and stuff.

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐠𝐛𝐭𝐪+ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠?

I know I was when I first started out, so to help you out without you having to figure it out all on your own, here's a link to a page that explains all of the terms I personally use, how I use them, and what they mean :).

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/ᐠ-˕-マ~ my personal guide !

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞... ! ...this is a guide that I have made that will help you decipher all of my little fanfic, edit, and shifting terms. keep in min

yes, if I didn't make that clear enough, I can, do, and will.

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥/𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤?

in the sense that I don't use other people's words/a.i? Yes, it's all me. my writing, words, all of it.

in the sense that I make/create original stories and stuff like that? yes, I do, I write all kinds of stuff, not just fanfic lol.

𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤/𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬?

yes, you can ! hit that repost button 'til your heart is content.

what you may NOT do is copy/paste my work onto other platforms/apps/websites, or claim something I created is your own or just not credit me at all. don't do to someone what you wouldn't want to happen to you.

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yes? no? maybe so? /ᐠ×˕×マ...okay then,,,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/ᐠ-˕-マฅ~ 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭

𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐦𝐠 !!

I'm- I-... I'm not even gonna lie, I was 🥴🍃 ash writing this, so I'm surprised it's coherent and doesn't need to be edited. but I'm even more glad you love it sm, like, one of the best !? girl- 🥰😭🫶🏽.

also, yes ofc I'll add you to the taglist😽.

𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 !

and it's me getting to write henry being a simp🥴🥰. thank you for requesting, I honestly didn't think I'd get any for henry danger, so just this one has me allll /ᐠo⩊oマ !!! So ya, enjoy :).

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

《 ♡ 》 oneshot

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

being the girlfriend of swellview's resident sidekick could be tough sometimes. always covering for him, constantly worrying about his safety, forever missing him...

but, regardless, he always made sure to remind you that you are the most important thing in his life. even if he has to wake you out of a dead sleep to do it...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!girlfriend!reader x henry hart - she/her/hers pronouns! - knows henry's super-identity/works with captain man!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

during season four (and up) (vaguely) - it's mildly implied to be winter

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing (I think? I don't remember, but just in case lol) - yelling (in a jokey/lighthearted way tho) - henry being so boyfriend - a poison ivy knock-off gets featured in here cuz I thought it would be funny lmao - lmk if I missed anything /ᐠ~˕~マ.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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As you stocked shelves and marked down certain pricey items for the holiday's swift approach, you couldn't help but huff. Couldn't help but wonder why it was you had agreed to such a position. Hardly anyone even comes into Junk n' Stuff! Why did you have to play pretend employee for a vacant audience when you could be down in the Mancave with Charlotte and Schwoz, observing and maybe even solving crime and mysteries?

At this point, you might as well have taken real a job at a real shop or store.

But, then again... you were getting the bonus perks of higher pay, given as your boss was a literal superhero. And, because of the fact that the whole of Junk n' Stuff was a front, customers were rare. It was like being on break from three to ten, only ever selling to the occasional old person looking for a rare trinket, or a curious kid looking to resell something "vintage." Whatever the case, you were on your phone for most of the time, and were always happy to work alongside your best friend and your superhero boyfriend.

The third perk, you realized, even if you weren't exactly on the field beside him. You supposed it wasn't all bad. It's not like a lot of other girls had the guilty pleasure of saying the same.

"I work at a fake mom and pop shop that barely gets any customers, but it's okay because it's just a cover up for my boss who's actually Captain Man, and his sidekick, Kid Danger, is actually my boyfriend. My best friend Charlotte and I work to keep him safe every other day, and to top it all off, I get paid more than what my parents make in a week."

You shook your head, huffing to yourself in amusement. Not only was it a mouthful to say, but it sounded insane. Not that you'd ever actually say it to anyone but yourself in your head. But, speaking- er, thinking of...

You pulled your phone from your back pocket, taking your focus off of the box of probably stale snacks you were stacking near the front desk and onto Henry's already open contact. You scanned over your thread of texts between each other, your last message from earlier in the day still left on delivered. You didn't take this to heart, already aware of how busy his missions tended to get. And dangerous, too, hence why you had initially sent...

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my man😙❤️

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Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

Delivered

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And sure, after checking now, seeing you'd been left on delivered the whole time mildly stung. But you understood and didn't allow that to be the thing that slightly dampened your mood. Instead, you remained worried for your boyfriend, contemplating if you should send another text his way. Or maybe even call him. Just to see...

You fanned the idea away, setting your phone face down on the floor and continuing to do your "job." Anything to take your mind off of the peril Henry could be facing right now, and the last thing he needed was you distracting him. You wouldn't be needy. At least, not right now. But you'd continue to wonder what was happening, where he was, what dangers he was facing...

"Oh...! (Y/N)."

You turned at the sound of your name, smiling as Charlotte stepped out of the elevator.

"It's past ten, I thought you'd be home by now."

"Me too...!" You sighed, a dry chuckle leaving along with. "I guess I was just subconsciously hoping Ray and Henry would be back by now."

Charlotte gave her own chuckle and an understanding nod at your half-joking confession, moving closer until she was squatted beside and assisting you with the rest of your stocking.

"I wouldn't worry too much. They got this. They always do."

"I know, it's just-"

"-Besides, it's only Greenleaf. And you already know..."

You two shot each other a knowing glance, finishing her sentence at the same time together before laughing.

"...She always folds for Ray."

As you set up the last of the snacks, the two of you stood, cardboard box on your hip while Charlotte had scooped up your phone and handed it back to you.

"You're right, you're right." You admitted, tossing your head from side to side with a shrug. "Plus, I'm pretty sure her goals are relatively Mother Nature related. Can't say I blame her."

"Excatly." Charlotte agreed. "She rarely ever does any real harm, so trust me, Henry will text you back before you know it."

And with that, you two shared your final goodbyes for the evening, and your fret had subsided. Like you said, she was right, Greenleaf more of a particular "low level" classified supervillain, which meant an easy battle. If you'd even call it that. You predicted that right about now, Ray was doing his best to appeal to her charm and romance to subdue her, and though gross... it always seemed to work, so you didn't question it.

With that in mind, you finally decided to call in, clocking out for the evening and daydreaming on the walk home of a hearty dinner, a hot shower, and the warmth and cozy of your bed.

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In the comfort of your room with your nighttime routine accomplished, you remained settled in bed with your eyes glued to your phone. Maybe not the healthiest option, but TikTok was very compelling in the late evenings. Especially when you needed a good laugh or a new song/audio to discover and add to your playlist. You scrolled endlessly, allowing the time to tick by without worry or care because tomorrow (in an hour or two) would be a stress free Saturday.

The millionth swipe upwards of your thumb brought you to your next video, a boy and a girl close in age to yourself participating in a trend that had been circling around for a little bit. It was cute, the way they both adorned wide, cheesy smiles, and their pajamas matched with each other. Even while they performed a popular dance, sticking to routine, you could sense the chemistry they had with one another through the screen. All of it ending with the boy scooping her into his arms, littering kisses across her face that she giggled at over the music.

If anyone asked, you'd be a little embarrassed to admit that you had let the video replay several times before giving it a like and then scrolling away. But, you couldn't - no - wouldn't deny the achy feeling it left you with.

Suddenly, you were no longer laughing at everything you saw and/or heard. No longer wishing to be on the app itself any longer because the ache in your chest was growing too much to bear. Too much for you to ignore, thinking about that random couple and their adorable antics.

How much it reminded you of your own boyfriend; how much you really did miss Henry. It wasn't like you didn't see each other often, practically every day. But it didn't stop you from always wishing to be near him, that he was with you. Family, school, and being a superhero did take up quite a bit of his attention, not that you doubted you were the fourth thing on his list. Selfishly, you assumed the second, at least...

But anyhow, in an attempt to rid yourself of the ache and to refrain from pestering him, you migrated from TikTok to your gallery, scrolling around until you reached a large cluster of pictures and videos from days past.

First thing, you were met with a short thread of silly pictures, Henry striking poses and making faces he'd forbid from showing to anyone, and you immediately sent them to Charlotte and Jasper agreed, for the sake of his dignity. Or just some random action shots, the complete blur of his figure due to moving too fast, which you would keep because they were still funny, after all.

But eventually, you came across a video, it automatically playing as you watched in reminiscence of your time at the mall together. You were both fresh from a Bath & Body Works, your phone's point of view shaking and aimed as though it were snooping around in your bag before pulling away and revealing your hand being held by none other than Henry himself.

"What'd ya' get me?" You chirped as though you hadn't just shown the audience already. But, it was clear you wanted to hear it from him at the time, both past/video and present you giggling at the way Henry shot a smirk your way with eyes that read, "Really?"

"What I always get you." He answered simply, looking ahead as you two walked. "The world."

"Harhar." You could be heard giving an equally sarcastic laugh before adding, "Yes, but specifically this time."

"Boba and (signature/scent)."

Again, both past/video and present you shared another laugh, and you were sure of the fact that you were admiring him shamelessly with your eyes full of love at that moment, just as you were now as the video went on.

"How come?" You pressed with glee, Henry's head shifting back towards you as he spoke.

"'Cause I love you. 'Cause you deserve it. 'Cause it feels gooood."

He laughed along with you at the way he elongated his words at the end of his sentence, a quirk he picked up from who-knows-where that always had you playfully rolling your eyes. In real time, though, the video had ended there, and you were swift to find another one, craving more of that feeling... that mock-comfort of Henry being with you when he actually wasn't.

It was the best you could do, for now, so you'd continue, snuggling deeper into your blankets and pillows while his voice kept ringing out from your phone.

"You smell really good." Was his first comment, ironically per the last video, stated while you admired yourself in selfie mode before switching to the back camera.

He was already stalking closer towards your position on his bed, in his room, before flopping down right into your lap and looking up at you like a puppy.

"And I love your eyes."

"My eyes?" You questioned, as though you were surprised, or as if he should be talking about someone else's.

"Mhm." He nodded slowly. "Your beautiful eyes and those lips of yours. You're too perfect, y'might have to get that checked out or something."

Your laugh at his joking statement caused the camera to shake, and it made you realize that in the moment, you had missed the way he continued to behold you. To cherish the rest of your features and run his hand against your lower stomach as his face flushed with red at the sound of your giggles. Laughter he caused, which made him happy, you assumed, given the way he couldn't even fight his own smile.

You wished you hadn't missed it all at the time, but were glad you were seeing it now; all of his love that then went poured into one gesture before the video ended.

He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles with a gentleness you were still currently missing, the video ending, and the silence of your room setting in.

It didn't help the ache like you thought it would, possibly even making it worse. And because of that, you thought it wise to call it a night, giving your messages one more check before making the last minute choice to send another. A final one for the evening, because at least that would bring you peace of mind.

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my man😙❤️

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Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

Delivered

Goodnight

I love you sm<3

❤️✨️

Delivered

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"So, uhh... you ever try Olive Garden?"

The woman, hair fiery red and a fitted suit made from the vines and plants she created (which were now being chopped away at by police in light of her villainous attempts), shot the man, Captain Man, a look of confusion and disgust. If her wrists hadn't been bound by handcuffs, she'd send another vine after him just for his obliviousness.

"No. I would never in my life..."

She didn't even have to finish her sentence, the tone implying that she wouldn't be caught dead eating from a place that required slaughtering animals and ripping plants from the ground just to serve "fine" cuisine.

"Is Olive Garden not vegan?"

Greenleaf couldn't even fathom a rebuttal to such stupidity, that fact clearly written all over her face as she was hauled away by more policemen. Ray, of course, didn't exactly catch on but jumped at Henry's shout from behind.

"Dude...!" A pause, striking out a hand to further enforce his demand. "Stop flirting with the supervillain...!"

"I'm-! . . ." Ray couldn't even deny that he was doing such a thing (granted, Greenleaf is an attractive woman), but would take advantage of his older age anyhow, pointing an index finger towards his younger partner sternly.

"Mind your business! Unlike you, Kid Danger, I have had the pleasure of time, which has allotted me the grace of perfecting my wit, savvy, and charm, I'll have you know. So-"

He was interrupted by Henry's gloved palm resting against his face, serving as a method to stop him from strolling any closer while Henry casually scrolled through his phone, his tone all the same.

"Hang on, my girlfriend just texted me."

Ray scoffed, seconds away from letting Henry know that he shouldn't be distracted on the job. That is, until he continued to go on with a flat tone, underlying bits of hilarity under it in attempts to get under Ray's skin.

"Y'know, the thing you don't have? The girl I used my natural born wit, savvy, and charm on to win over?"

"I get it!!"

Henry looked up with a smile at Ray's exclamation, innocently nodding with a swift, "Yeah." before putting his attention back to his screen.

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my wife❤️

Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

9:23p.m.

Goodnight

I love you sm<3

❤️✨️

11:37p.m.

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What had been giddiness at first morphed into a feeling of guilt, thoughts of your saddened face sinking deep into his brain the moment he realized he had missed your texts. That you had apparently even gone to bed without hearing so much as a word from him all evening.

And sure, he knew you'd probably excuse it the next day, simply telling him that it "was fine" and that you "understood." And while that might be the case, he couldn't help but give in to the thought that you'd much rather have gotten to hear from him tonight. At the very least.

Besides, it's not like he didn't miss you, too. He missed you a lot, actually. You constantly on the brain every single time he fought and/or solved any crime, because if there was one person he'd guarantee the safety of while being in Swellview, it was you. But, along with your safety, he also wanted to make things up to you. He wanted your happiness. And he knew he was one of the sole people who could provide that, therefore...

"Alright, I gotta' get outta' here."

"What?" Captain Man blinked rapidly, unexpecting of Henry's sudden announcement of departure. "No-! No, we have to clean up this mess. Look at all of these vines!"

"Yep, it's...quite the jungle." Henry admitted lacklusterly, nodding to himself before throwing a thumb over his shoulder and slowly backing away. "But, uh, it's Friday, and..."

"Exactly! Friday night, no school, which leaves you plenty of time to help me out. You're on clean-up duty tonight, bud!"

Henry, again, nodded along with Ray's words. He continued to take his giant steps away from the scene, talking fast and only thinking about you in the process, hence why his logic came out a little more than flawed...

"Right, except no, because last I checked, the saying goes, "Blow bubbles fight crime, feels good." Not, "Blow bubbles, fight crime, clean up a mess that's not mine." And, I gotta be honest, that would not feel very good. It would actually feel baaaad, which is exactly how you-know-who is probably feeling right about now..."

"Don't even say her name, kid."

A pause lingered in the air before Henry disobeyed direct instruction.

"I gotta go see (Y/N)."

And he was gone before the conversation could continue, Ray left on his own to help the police with deforesting the city's town hall. And, as much as it behooved him to do so, he couldn't help but admit to himself that if he was still Henry's age with a girl like you, he'd probably do the same.

He huffed, giving his sidekick the benefit of the doubt for tonight.

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Tossing and turning slowly as you woke, you hadn't yet processed what it was that had actually brought you from your slumber until you were fully sitting up in bed, finally able to recognize the sound as a gentle knock.

This then alarmed you, your head whipping around your surroundings in a flurry in an attempt to pinpoint the sound that had spiked up your heart rate in the dead of night. But, once you had managed to place the noise coming from your window, your fear settled into more of a light curiosity and confusion. It brought you from your bed, your feet now met with the cold air around you as you crept forward towards your window.

Steadily pulling back your curtains, your caution slowly turned into joy and surprise, a smile spreading across your face that matched the one on your boyfriend's own face behind the glass.

"Henry...!" You whisper-shouted, his name muffled as he watched you move to unlock your window. He was grateful that you were quick with this action, no longer having to mildly shiver outside while you pulled him through and onto your bedroom floor, admiring his figure in the dimness of your room.

"It's so late, what're you doing here?"

Your question escaped in the midst of a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes while his own darted back to where the clock sat on your nightstand.

12:54a.m.

"I know, I'm sorry, (N/N). I didn't mean to wake you." He apologized, using a nickname that brought another smile to your face once the yawn had passed.

"I just...didn't want you to think I was ignoring you, y'know? I would've answered your texts sooner, I was just-"

"-I know." You cut in with a nod. "I understand, it's okay."

He laughed quietly to himself, all too correct about your compassion when it came to him that he sometimes felt he didn't fully deserve. Like now, keeping his hands hidden behind his back with something that'd hopefully make up for it all.

"It's not, though. I wanna be fair to you with my time. Want you to know that I care about you and that I'll be there for you, whether I'm Kid Danger or just Henry Hart."

"Woah, hey, you're not... just Henry Hart." You corrected, coming closer and placing a tired hand on his shoulder. It was only here that you realized he wore nothing but a white t-shirt, the rest of his super-apparel tied around his waist, red cargo pants and combat boots still intact. Pretty on point symbolism for the moment, if anyone asked you...

"You... are Henry Hart. You're my boyfriend with a lot on your plate, and I know that it's just not fair of me to expect all of your time, which is why I don't. But no matter what, I do love you for giving me whatever you can, so it's very much okay."

You didn't have to be able to see his face clearly to know he was probably just as red as he was in your videos from earlier, his bashful smile going hidden when he let his head drop for just a moment.

"I love you, too." A pause before he quickly debunked your reassurance with some of his own. "And it's not okay, which is why I got you these..."

And suddenly, you realized why he had kept his hands hidden behind him like some wise old man, revealing to you a bouquet of flowers of all kinds. An almost randomized assortment that'd be pretty hard to find in any flower shop. At any shop at all, given...

"Oh my gosh, they're so pretty! It's like, midnight, though, where did you get these?" You squealed quietly, doing your best not to wake up any family in the house while you took the flowers into your hands and admired them the best you could under the moon's light.

"Uhh..."

Henry really didn't know how to answer that, scratching the back of his neck in remembrance of his horrid sneak attempt through his neighbor's backyard.

"I stole 'em." Was what came out way too nonchalantly, leaving you to choke on air while your eyes widened.

"What...?! Henry-!"

"I'm kidding, I didn't steal-... Well... I mean, technically, yes, but not in the way that you're thinking."

"I don't know what I'm thinking...!" You burst through confused laughter. "My boyfriend just told me he stole flowers for me. From where?!"

His eyes shifted from you, to the side, and then back again, folding at the sight of your expecting face looking back up at him.

"My neighbor..." His voice strained quietly, and you could all but sigh and shake your head, letting your nose bury itself back into the makeshift bouquet of freshly stolen flowers.

"That old lady is gonna strangle you with her bare, wrinkly hands."

Henry snorted, sparing you his impulsive thought of the fact she'd have to know it was and catch him first, and instead, fake pain at your light slaps to his chest.

"You're supposed to be a superhero, not a midnight theif...!"

"Hey, c'mon..." He cooed, tugging you closer and smiling when you did begrudgingly move forward towards him.

"...You know I'd go rogue for you any time."

"Y'know, I'm starting to miss Kid Danger." You quipped with a smirk. "At least he'd know better than to pluck flowers from someone's garden."

"Mmm. Fair." He nodded before obnoxiously pushing his forehead up against yours. "But does he kiss you the same way I do?"

"Mmm-"

And before you could pretend to debate the matter, he had done just that, forever gentle with you as he placed his lips on yours and stole any thoughts, stability in your legs, and air in your lungs you had left.

Well, maybe not steal. You'd let him have that any time, the same way he'd bring you flowers at midnight to make up for any of his absences.

Just the thought had you breaking the kiss with another giggle, your turn to grow shy at the attention before you were finally able to fully heal the last little remnants of that ache in your chest.

"You should stay."

You threw it out as a casual suggestion even though you were practically screaming inside for him to say yes. And of course, you got your wish, because what wouldn't he do for you?

"I will."

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨🤭...

but seriously, I really hope you enjoyed, this was super fun and cute for me to write. got me wishing he was under my tree for xmas😔✋🏽.

also, I apologize for this taking as long as it did, there's reasons I have that will be later explained in a separate post/announcement, so ya :'D.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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im looking SO forward to your blog u don’t even know omg <3 !

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐰𝐰𝐰𝐩~ !

got me kicking my feet and blushing and shiiii🤭...

I can't wait to get some writing started and to just start posting content in general ! it'd be wonderful to have your support ♡.