#but man if it doesn't make him question his reality and freak him the fuck out
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Anyway for entirely justifiable reasons (<-is a glutton for angst) I need Chayanne and Tallulah to be present when the hummingbirds come around or a note about the 'wise old crow' appears in their house, causing qPhil to have one of his derealization/reality-questioning episodes. I need it. I need it to happen SO bad. Because they’ve seen Phil get roughed up in a fight, they’ve seen him angry, they’ve seen him wary and even nervous, but they have NEVER seen him doubt like that.
People have already made posts talking about how the cage-for-a-cage/child-of-the-sky stuff has been particularly rough on qPhil, who relies heavily on his constant vigilance, keen senses, and hyper-awareness of his surroundings for reassurance. He's the kind of guy who walks into a room and has already charted at minimum two escape routes by the time he takes a seat, you know? He sees and processes and stores information on everything, at all times, and he uses this to act in the best interest of his and his loved ones' collective survival.
His kids see this side of him too, most significantly in the ways that he looks after them: always keeping an eye on the back of the group, never far from Tallulah, and constantly analyzing Chayanne's fighting style to give helpful critique to optimize his attacks. Chayanne and Tallulah know that everything he's ever done was to protect them. Also, he's always there to offer them advice when they're feeling lost, and even if he doesn't have all the answers they need, he gives enough reassurances and promises to put their minds at ease. Phil is confident in what he knows. In their eyes, he is strong. He is a fortress, safe and impenetrable.
You could say that about a lot of children's perceptions of their parents/guardians/mentors. The older, guiding forces in our lives always seemed strong and infallible to us as kids. That's why it was always unnerving to see them get sick, or get stressed, or cry. Observing weakness in those people felt so, so wrong because we never considered the fact that they were capable of it; it was just impossible.
So, the situation: Phil is suffering in a way that makes him question the very same reality that he was a master of not too long ago. Whenever it happens, he goes quiet, looks around, mutters to himself, breathes shakily, fidgets. He is visibly unnerved and uncertain.
If Chayanne and Tallulah are there, they're gonna notice---they're perceptive, just like him. I'd imagine they'd try to ask him if he's okay, and he'd reassure them that he's fine, and maybe that's enough the first time. But, as more incidents arise, and as time goes on, they start to see more of this out-of-nowhere uneasiness, fear, from him, which is worrying, especially because he won't tell them why.
NOW. Phil has been upfront about a lot of things with Chayanne and Tallulah in the past. For example, during the height of the code attacks, Phil told them everything he ever learned about the codes, every single new development, to ensure that his kids were well informed and prepared. He was frank about the threat on their lives because to sugar-coat anything would be doing them a disservice. It was important they knew all of the cold, hard facts, even if it took away even more of their precious childhood innocence. He values their happiness, but safety comes first. It has always come first.
But this is different. It's not cold hard facts. Phil doesn't know what to believe anymore. When the hummingbirds come around and his reality comes into question, he doesn't know what is real, what he can trust, what is fact. His senses have been compromised. Hell, he's still trying to convince himself that he's not going crazy when all evidence seems to suggest that he's losing his goddamn mind. He doesn't know what to tell his kids, so he tells them nothing.
So now here stands Chayanne and Tallulah. There is something that is scaring their dad, and he won't tell them what is, so on top of the knowledge that their unwavering father is, in fact, capable of true, genuine fear, he's suddenly keeping things from them. Their dad is keeping things from them because he is scared. And I can't imagine a realization more terrifying than that.
#goddamn i did not mean to write an essay i just have SO many thoughts about this#cw derealization mention#look idk if what qphil goes through when he starts questioning the presence of birds/if he's dreaming is like an *actual* dereal. episode#but man if it doesn't make him question his reality and freak him the fuck out#so im calling it 'derealization/reality-questioning' just to cover my bases#yall get what i mean though#dont mind me im just rambling#qsmp philza#qsmp chayanne#qsmp tallulah#actually super nervous to post this longpost so if it vanishes uhhhh you know why
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wait so i love the idea of MCD laur being launched into MS season 3. Now i have questions.
Does he end up telling them about being a shadow knight? Or does that… reveal itself (rubbing my hands together menacingly). If so, how does that go down? What’s the reactions? The circumstances? mwahaha
Does he get to visit Cadenza? What’s that like? For that matter, are his dads alive in this universe? (AUGHEUGHEU) Does he ask Cad about them?
Oh now that's an idea...
He 100% would want to keep it on lock down. Even if these alternate versions of his friends are surprisingly chill about him being from another dimension, they even ask him questions about it, there's some stuff he refuses to tell them. Idk where he would start living, maybe with MyS Garrance who knows, but whoever first sees him without a shirt on would no doubt notice the amount of scars across his body. There's a difference between "I come from a dangerous world" and "I have scarring of multiple stab wounds and burn marks that would have easily killed someone."
If anyone tried to ask him about it he would just dodge the question, tell them that it's nothing, just wounds from a battle he's already won. I don't think his calling would fully be able to act up in this other dimension, but it would try to. He'd be hanging out with everyone, getting to know them, and then when he looks over at the now second alternate version of the woman he loves so much, it just happens. In an instant his hands become shaky, his eyes start to cloud over, and all his thoughts are filled with the urge to kill.
And let's remember, at the point he got yoinked out of his original timeline, Laurance has just barely if at all started to come to terms with his condition and what it does to him. He's still in denial about how bad it is because he doesn't want Aphmau to worry or Garroth to distrust him. He doesn't know or understand different symptoms because they just started, and now he's surrounded by people who don't even know what a Shadow Knight is.
I imagine the calling acting up would make Laurance run away, like physically run the fuck away from Lover's Lane with no way to track him because boy has inhuman speed and no phone. The thing that gets him to come back is when they find him hiding in the woods that line the city. And the person who finds him is this dimensions version of Cadenza. The one person who no matter what situation Laurance was in, is able to talk him down.
She's not the same as his sister. When he sees her he can see the difference in them. His sister is a little taller, carries herself differently, and is obviously dressed differently. But her voice sounds so similar, her laugh is the same, and the soft way she talks to a freaking out Laurance is enough to ground him to some sense of reality when he's spiraling. Cadenza was always able to talk Laurance down from a bad decision when they were kids, and now this alternate version of her is able to do the same.
MCD Laur and MyS Cadenza become absolute besties after this. Like forget his budding brotherly relationship with MyS Dante that reflects the same one they had in MCD, he's found someone he can consider family here. He never talks about what happened, just tells everyone it was some warrior instinct that went haywire. What do you mean his eyes sometimes change color when he looks at Aphmau for too long? You're making things up again Travis.
Fun little aside, Laur would 100% tell most of the cast about their counterparts, and Travis would be so upset to learn that he doesn't have one (as far as Laur knows).
And one day Laur goes to Cadenza's house so they can talk and she can figure out a way she can properly dress him. Everyone else lives alone or with another adult roommate, so he doesn't even think to ask about who she lives with. When he knocks on the door, there's nothing that can prepare him for who opens it.
It's Joh.
His dad. His real dad, or the closest thing he had to one. The man who first took him in, and the first person Laurance failed to protect.
Emotions take over logic and he just hugs this man. He doesn't know if Cadenza's informed him of the situation, he doesn't know if he's supposed to pretend to be the other Laurance, and he doesn't care. In a precious moment he's able to hug his father and maybe break down crying while he's hugging him who knows.
I do think Cadenza tried to explain to her dads that the man coming over is an alternate version of Laurance from another dimension. And while Hayden is a sci-fi nerd and can actually wrap his head around the concept, Joh was sort of nodding along for the conversation. He gets that this man looks and acts a lot like his son, but isn't his son. Yet this doppelganger hugs him the exact way his son did when he came home from college, with so much love that it crushes him.
And for Laurance, even if he knows this is no doubt an alternate version of his father, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because for just a sweet sweet moment he gets to hug his father and pretend like he didn't completely and utterly fail him. When this now very awkward hug breaks, Laurance has to come to terms with reality, see that this man is indeed different from the one he failed to protect.
But for just a minute... it felt like he was.
#long exhausted sigh#Cinn#why do we do this to ourselves?#minecraft diaries#text post#aphblr#aphverse#laurance zvahl#minecraft diaries laurance#mystreet cadenza#mystreet aphmau#mystreet dante#mystreet travis#void paradox#mystreet#angst as always#answering asks
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.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-
pairing • bang chan x fem reader
synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?
warnings • general, blood, kind of suggestive at end
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CHAPTER EIGHT • NEW DEVELOPMENTS (2.1k)
"Shit!" You barely catch his body, blood from his nose smearing onto the front of your sweater. "Gross."
"This kid just passed out and your response is gross?" Minho nearly shouts, aggressively waving his hand at you and getting up abruptly. "You can't be judging him right now-"
"Innie, sweetheart!"
"Oh my fucking god," you squeak.
"Who was that?" Chan whispers, eyes flickering between you and the staircase, hands gripping the arms of the chair he's in.
"That was-"
"Honey, where are you? Grandma's brought you lunch!" Her voice drops. "Ah! He must be downstairs."
"Quick! Grab his legs!" You hold under Jeongin's arms, Minho grabbing hold of his legs. "Okay, now Chan you open the bathroom door for us."
He does as you say, opening it as you hear Mrs. Yang get closer. There isn't much room for his body laying down, so you place him on the close toilet lid, getting Minho to hold him there.
"You guys stay in here, I'll distract her! She won't question me being here alone when I'm not supposed to be working as much as if she sees me with you two." The two start to protest, but you hold a hand up. "No time to argue."
Right as you shut the door, the one to the main floor opens. Head whipping toward the sound, you make eye contact with Mrs. Yang. It takes a moment for her to register you, blinking a few times in confusion before her face lights up.
"Y/n! I didn't know you were working today! I thought it was just my grandson," she smiles at you, descending the stairs. "Speaking of, where is he?"
She looks into the lounge suspiciously and you back up against the bathroom door.
"Oh-" Your palms are sweating. "He's, um, just in the bathroom. He might be a while, he wasn't feeling well."
"Oh no, honeeeey!" She knocks on the door visibly worried and you feel awful for lying. "Do you need anything? You should come back home if you aren't feeling well, I'm sure Y/n will cover you. Hon, can you answer me?"
Panic washes over you. He can't answer because he's unconscious. She doesn't know he's unconscious. There are two other men she barely knows in there with her unconscious grandson-
You hear a groan coming from inside the bathroom followed by a thump.
"Jeongin, hon, you sound terrible. I'll stop by the pharmacy on the way home," She looks at you hopefully. "Maybe Y/n can drive you?
"S-Sure," you stutter. "Yeah, for sure Mrs. Yang."
"Ah, you're always so helpful, dear."
With that, she turns and slowly ascends the stairs, shutting the door behind her. You open the bathroom door, finding a now conscious Jeongin stuck in a headlock with Minho's hand over his mouth.
"...do I want to know?"
"The kid woke up and freaked," Minho shrugged.
"So you put him in a headlock?" You sound exasperated. "If I ever have kids, remind me to never let you babysit."
Jeongin smacks Minho's arm, pulling at it until he lets go.
"Y/n, your friends are insane," he says, sitting back against the wall. "Well, he is, Chan you're not so bad."
Chan gives him a stiff nod. "Thank you, I think."
The blood from Jeongin's nose has dried, streaks from his nostrils going over his lips and down his chin. It's smeared a bit onto his cheek from when he fell against you. He doesn't seem to notice.
"Before I passed out, I saw someone," he looks up at you. "No, two people. A man and a woman. The guy was on the taller side, black hair, nice lips. And the woman had long, orange hair. She looked scared."
Yeonjun, Yeji.
"What were they doing?" You could barely speak.
"Nothing," he says. "Just standing there in the darkness."
"Darkness?" Chan pushes himself away from the sink, crouching down in front of Jeongin.
"Yeah, it was like I got transported somewhere else," he gives you an odd look. "Why? Is that important?"
"Very." You can't believe what you're hearing.
"In that case, is it also important that the ground was wet?" Now that was new. "The water came up to my ankles."
Chan and Minho both look at you and you shake your head slightly. There was no water where you went, only the darkness and him. This was new, you keep it in the back of your head.
"I tried approaching them, but they got further every step I took," he waves his hands as he speaks. "Then I tried running. I didn't get too far, something grabbed my leg, pulling me under the water. That might have been when I fainted."
"Anything else?" You cross your arms.
"No. After that, I just remember fighting to get back up. I couldn't breathe," he looks shaken. "I thought I was going to die."
He looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed. Words failed you; you couldn't provide the comfort he needed. All you could do was look at him until it became unbearable. You did this to him.
"You're okay now," Chan speaks up, surprising you a bit, and crouches in front of Jeongin. "There's no one to hurt you here. Why don't we close the shop and head to the café? I can get Lily to make you something to eat there."
"My grandmother-"
"Tell her you feel better after using the bathroom," Jeongin's face turns red at the suggestion. "Let her know Y/n is taking you out to eat in case she comes back before us. Don't mention me or Minho."
Nodding, he pulls out his phone to send a quick text. As he stands, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
"Holy shit," his hand jumps to his face. "You couldn't have told me I was covered in blood?"
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Chan takes you through the fire escape, calling Lily on the way to ask her to drop off some of the lunch sandwiches by his door. As he retrieves them, you make yourself comfortable on his couch. The room is still a mess.
"Here, eat," Chan puts the paper bag down. "I didn't specify anything so just take what you want. There is a tiramisu for you though, Y/n."
You blush at his thoughtfulness; Minho gives you a look, smirking, but his eyes say something else. It doesn't take long for Chan to clean up around you, removing the broken shards of his beloved mug and straightening the lamp. He joins your lunch break after, sitting between you and Jeongin.
A part of you can't help but think of the last time you sat on this couch with him. Now you know for sure it wasn't him speaking, but the words stung; the memory stung. And he has no idea it even happened.
You shift closer to Minho.
"So is anyone going to explain what's going on yet?" Jeongin breaks the silence.
"No," the three of you reply in unison, making you burst into laughter. Chan breaks first, then Minho. The three of you are a giggling mess.
Once the laughter dies down, you speak, "It's best you know as little as possible. Just in case."
"In case of what?"
"To be honest, I don't know," you say with a shrug. "Just- keep this to yourself. Forget any of this even happened."
You expect him to argue, to persist on knowing, but he just nods and goes back to eating. Sometimes you forget he's not much younger than you. He glances at Chan, quick and nervous, hand fiddling with the edge of his sweater.
"What's wrong, Jeongin?" You question, trying not to sound suspicious.
"Huh? N-nothing," his eyes dart between you and the coffee table. "Why would something be wrong?"
"You seem nervous is all."
"Jesus Y/n, the kid's been through a lot tonight," Minho's voice is soft toward the end of his sentence. "I wouldn't blame him for being a little shaky right now."
"I-" Jeongin cuts himself off, having an internal debate. "What would you do if I said I knew Chan wasn't real?"
"Sorry, what?" You gape at him.
"I'm sorry! I just- I didn't know how to tell you! It's not every day a café pops up overnight," He laughs nervously, causing you to laugh too. "There was some kind of shift and the next day, boom, Chan."
"Oh my fucking god, Jeongin I could strangle you right now, but I won't," You shake your head, leaning back with a hand rubbing your forehead. "This town is... wow."
"Fucked?" Minho suggests.
"Very," Jeongin agrees.
Chan gets up as you all laugh again, excusing himself to the bathroom. Once the door clicks shut, Minho pokes you in the side, causing you to look at him.
"What?" You look at him annoyed.
"So," he rolls his eyes. "You and Chan?"
"Have we not been over this?" You blush, lowering your voice to avoid Jeongin hearing. "There is no 'me and Chan' so stop it. Yeah, he's literally the love interest of my novel therefore my exact type, but I barely know him still."
"Do you even hear yourself right now? He's everything you want. Jump on that before someone else does," Minho's eyes soften. "Or at least before he disappears."
"He's not going to disappear," you hiss. "I won't let that happen."
With that, you get up and move down the hallway to Chan's bathroom, knocking on the door. When there's no response, you try again. Leaning with your ear against the door, you don't hear anything on the other side, hand hesitantly reaching for the handle. It opens easily, unlocked.
On the other side, Chan stares into the mirror with a strange look. Slowly, his head turns toward you and you can see dark tear marks running down his cheeks. His breathing is uneven, fingers turning white from how hard he's gripping the edge of the sink.
"Chan?" You whisper, hand sliding off the handle and over one of his. "Chan? You there?"
It's like your touch breaks through a forcefield and he stumbles down; you barely catch him. His whole body is shaking.
"It showed me something," Chan's voice breaks. "My sister, Hannah, she-" Arms wrap around your waist tightly. "She wasn't okay. Let's leave it at that."
You nod into his shoulder, holding him gently. After a few moments, he pulls away. Today has exhausted him clearly, and you as well.
"Maybe it's time for sleep," you suggest. When his hand squeezes yours, you take it as a sign to guide him away. "We're going to bed!"
"Night!" Minho shouts, then a bit quieter talks to Jeongin. "Guess we're sleeping here tonight. I'll go find some blankets. Call your grandmother and make something up."
Chan's room is neat compared to his office you saw before. Grey and black blankets on his bed, family photos on the walls. It was surprisingly cozy. Before you could push him into bed, he let go of you, offering you some clothes to sleep in. He turns so you can change, and you can't help but blush at the thought of wearing his sweater and sweatpants.
Unknown to you, Chan can barely contain himself when he turns back to see you. Something about the oversized fit of his clothes on you has his mind absolutely reeling, forcing himself to act normal. He lets you take his hands again and bring him to his own bed, sitting at the edge with you between his legs. Dried tears still stain his cheeks as you cup them.
"Thank you," he whispers.
"For what?"
"For pulling me out of that nightmare," he says. "For making me feel real."
You sigh, hands moving up into his curls. The air is intimate, just the two of you existing with one another. Nothing bad has happened or will happen, not as long as he's here. Maybe Minho is right, maybe you should just go for it. Chan's fingers brush up your legs lightly.
"We should go to bed," you say.
"We should," he agrees, pulling you forward onto his lap.
"There are two other people in this apartment," you say. "And the walls are very thin."
"They are," he replies, closing the distance between you.
It's sudden, the kiss, but pleasant. His lips are soft and plush against yours, pushing your head back slightly. Chan stands up with your legs still wrapped around his torso, laying you down against the bed with your head on the pillows. The kiss stays soft as he lays down next to you, pulling you against his body.
He pulls away. "We should get some sleep."
Heat radiates between you, your heartbeat fast.
"We should."
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Haunted by you — Eddie Munson
Chapter two
chapter one & tags/warnings — here
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Summary | Eddie Munson's ghost is haunting the house recently occupied by Daisy Morgan. Having been deceased for years, Eddie becomes visible only to her. As she adjusts to sharing her living space with an otherworldly presence, their relationship develops into a compelling yet forbidden romance between the living and the dead. But, how could that ever truly work?
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Perhaps her childhood visit to the bright white hospital with the grippy socks wasn't a mistake. This is the very reason they sent her away- because she saw people who weren't really there. But that was years ago; she was just a kid with a wild imagination and a talent for making up stories, or maybe that's what they made her believe. There hasn't been an encounter since, until now.
Daisy's gaze remained fixed on the man perched casually on her kitchen counter. The last remaining tear on Daisy's face falls as she stares blankly at him.
He said her name.
He's dead
He said her name.
He said her name.
And he's dead.
Trying to process all of this at once has given her a pounding headache. Daisy found herself teetering between laughter and continued tears. However, one thing she was certain of was her name lingered in the air between them. Her breath caught in her throat, and terror coursed through her at the way her name rolled off this stranger's lips.
"How do you know my name? Are you some sort of stalker?" Daisy's voice quivered with unease, but she found it simpler to ask this than to confront the perplexing notion that he is dead. All of this felt absurd, even ludicrous.
"No," he chuckled, then shook his head, his brown eyes reflecting concern as he observed her growing fear. "God, no."
He began to raise his hands in a gesture of surrender, but then a realization seemed to dawn on him, and he pointed at her, his brows furrowing.
"How could I be a stalker when you're in my house?"
"Stop avoiding my question. How do you know who I am?"
"Well, the officer said it. Ms. Daisy Morgan." He looks at her, his eyes trailing over her face.
The terror still courses through her veins, but as she looks at him longer he doesn't seem like a threat. His eyes radiate warmth, and even his tone, though tinged with sarcasm, carries a playful vibe. Besides, if he had bad intentions, wouldn't he have acted on them by now?
But then, there's that nagging worry: He could be one of those psychopaths that starts friendly, making you believe he's harmless and then he ends up cutting your limbs into tiny pieces and burying them in the backyard like a dog with a bone.
The stranger casually taps his chin, as though something suddenly came to mind, capturing Daisy's focus.
"Oh, and I know your name from Grace. That's your mom right?" He adds, though he appears to be well aware of the answer.
Daisy's stomach plummets.
He knows her name. He knows Grace. He knows how to get into this house. Questions bubble up ready to pop.
"You know —knew Grace?"
He shrugs, "We were roommates for a time. Although, she couldn't stand me. Even tried calling the priest to remove me." He shakes his head as he chuckles.
Daisy stares at him in disbelief, "Bullshit."
"I'm not bullshitting you," He gracefully slides off the counter, appearing unfazed. "The guy walked around throwing fucking holy water into the air. I mean, I hadn't been that entertained in years, so I quite enjoyed the performance."
He casually brushed his black jeans, as though the counter wasn't already spotless. Daisy couldn't help but wonder if he was a product of her imagination. But he moved and acted too real. She could feel his laugh within her chest and hear her name on his lips, making her whole body react. It's beginning to freak her out.
In an attempt to validate reality, she decides to employ a familiar tactic she had used in the past. Her strategy is simple: assign him a name. If she were to ask about his name and it differed from the one she had crafted in her thoughts, then she would find herself, well, let's just say she would be fucked. The silver lining is that it would confirm her sanity. However, the downside is that she would be faced with the disconcerting truth that she was, indeed, talking with a ghost. Either way, it was an unsettling situation.
Now, who does he look like?
Daisy studies the man before her, who persists on recounting his encounter with a priest. He is handsome, the pretty kind. The kind that might make others feel self-conscious. Because, who looks like that, anyway? His skin is flawlessly smooth, his curls look soft and fall just right, and his eyes are captivatingly deep brown. Brown isn't a special color, but the way it looks in his eyes makes you believe that it is. He carries himself with an effortless blend of confidence and ease, even as his words are often laced with sarcasm and playfulness.
Choosing a name is tough, but just to keep things simple, she goes with the first name that comes to mind: Joseph.
Daisy cuts in, her curiosity piqued, "What's your name?"
He looks down at her, "Oh, damn. I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Eddie,"
Eddie. Not Joseph. Damn it.
He extends his hand for a handshake, but his gesture doesn't quite sit well with Daisy. Is he trying to be funny? Does he find this situation humorous?
Daisy isn't finding it amusing at all.
Clutching onto a fragile strand of hope that things might not be as they seem, Daisy cautiously raises her hand to meet his. His head tilts ever so slightly, assessing her, and their brown eyes locked as they await her next move.
He looks real, which shakes Daisy's convictions to their core. His chest rises and falls, his eyes blink, and his lips curve into a genuine smile. All too real.
"I'm not going to hurt you. If that is what you are worried about," he reassures her.
She didn't know what to expect, but the cold sensation against her palm just before her hand moved through his was not it.
"Well, shit. I was really hoping things would be different." He groans and leans back against the kitchen counter, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Different?"
"People usually don't see me. So, why can you?"
Daisy shrugs, feeling completely lost. How could she know? Right now, nothing makes sense. Frustrated, she gets to her feet, still feeling dazed.
"Listen," she says with a sigh, glancing around as if hoping her thoughts will magically clear up. "Maybe you should go haunt someone or something else. I can't handle... whatever this is. I need to go to bed and wake up with a clear head."
"No can do," he replies casually, making his way into the living room.
"W-what do you mean, 'can't do'?"
Daisy follows him, observing as he drums his fingers on the couch while walking toward the record player.
"She never played this, you know," he mentions, lifting an Etta James record and giving it a once-over. "Our music tastes, well," he hesitates briefly, exhaling softly, "weren't exactly similar, but it would've been nice to hear something. The house felt as lifeless as she was." He glances at Daisy, his expression slightly pained. "Sorry," He places the record sleeve back on the table.
Daisy shrugs it off. But, she does takes note that he can pick up things, which is odd because he can't even touch her. But it's not worth dwelling on. None of this matters. She just needs to usher this ghost boy out and get some sleep.
"Alright, Come on," she says, walking past him and holding the front door open.
Eddie's brow arches, and she can see him suppressing a smile, which irritates her. "It was a pleasur—well, not really. But you've had your spooky visit, so you can head back to hell or wherever you came from."
He chuckles, "Hell? Do I look like I belong there?"
She points at his shirt, giving him a sharp look.
Eddie's gaze drops to his shirt, bearing the words "Hellfire Club," and he erupts into laughter. His laughter reverberates through the otherwise silent home, perhaps the only laugh to echo within these walls since they were built.
Daisy, however, remains unamused, her eyes locked onto him.
Eddie glances at his wrist, checking his watch, and takes in a sharp breath. "You're right," he concedes, "I should head back to the club I manage in Hell. Got a lot of work waiting for me." He briefly meets her gaze before making his way toward the front door. "The devil really depends on me. Can't let him down."
"Good luck with that," Daisy replies, avoiding eye contact as she widens the door for his departure.
"Thank you, I'll need it."
Eddie steps outside, a smile lingering on his face, and Daisy wastes no time in closing the door. She releases a heavy sigh and leans her back against the door, feeling a sense of relief washing over her. But before she can fully let go of the weight on her shoulders, Eddie's voice shatters her moment.
"Fuck, I got my days mixed up. Hellfire doesn't meet until Tuesdays."
Daisy lets out a piercing scream as she notices Eddie's head protruding through the door, his body seemingly absent or on the other side. Whatever she's witnessing, it's absolutely terrifying.
"What the fuck!" She stumbles back, clutching the banister for support.
Eddie laughs as he casually walks through the door. No, not around it, but right through it. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
"Screw you," Daisy hisses.
"That's fair."
"Go away! Seriously," Daisy stands taller, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She takes a step forward, locking eyes with him. "I don't want you here," she says, her words deliberate and harsh.
Eddie's gaze softens, and his jaw tenses as he steps back. "If I could go, I would've left years ago. But I'm stuck here. So, you'll either have to deal with it or leave."
Leave? If only.
The reality is that she can't leave, and she doesn't want to stay. But she has to. There is nowhere for her to go. To make matters worse, she's utterly exhausted. If she were to lie down, even on the floor, she might fall asleep. Her eyelids feel as heavy as her heart.
"I have nowhere to go," Daisy admits softly.
They lock eyes, silence stretching between them. Something in his gaze begins to dissolve her anger. He's giving her those lost puppy eyes, and it's infuriatingly unfair. Why should she care if he's sad or hurt? She's only just met the guy. But she's not cruel; she still has a heart, even if it's shattered into a million pieces.
Eddie frowns. "Well, me neither. So, I guess we are stuck with each other."
Daisy's gaze drops, and she scolds herself for feeling a twinge of sympathy and for being harsh with him.
"So, what, you really are..."
"Dead? Yeah," Eddie replies casually.
It's sinking in, but not quite. Honestly, how does one even begin to grasp what's happening here? So, Daisy doesn't try to make sense of it. She accepts it, as if it's no big deal that she's standing here conversing with a ghost. It's the simplest way to cope and prevent a full-blown mental breakdown.
"Cool," Daisy says, sounding as stupid as she feels.
"Cool?" Eddie looks amused. "Well, okay then. Uh, should I show you to your room?"
"Wait, are you like... the dead butler?"
Eddie stifles a laugh as he rubs his face. "Don't you think I'd be wearing a suit or whatever butlers wear?"
"Yeah, you're right. Butlers definitely don't wear... that."
"That? What do you mean? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Eddie responds in a defensive yet playful tone.
Daisy sidesteps his question and grabs her bag. "So, this way?" She points upstairs and starts making her way up.
"Wait, no. What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Eddie calls after her.
Daisy reaches the top of the stairs, where the hallway splits into two directions. She pauses, uncertain of which way to go. Eddie catches up, still muttering about her previous comment, but she interrupts him. "Which one isn't haunted by the ghost of my mother?"
"Oh, no. Grace isn't here. At least, I haven't seen her."
"Yeah, I'm sure she would have made her presence known by now." she says, rolling her eyes.
"Ah, I see. Mommy issues?"
Daisy shoots him a glare, and Eddie's lips tighten before he clears his throat. "Her room was downstairs, in case you were worried."
"I'm not worried, just curious," she replies, raising her chin.
"Mhm."
She rolls her eyes once more and pivots on her heel, heading for the room at the end of the hallway. Before she opens the door, she looks back at him. "Should I be concerned that you're going to watch me sleep?"
"Jesus Christ," Eddie mutters, making his way back down the stairs. "Go to bed, Daisy." With the next step, he vanishes.
Daisy stands in the doorway, gazing at the stairs, doing her best to process her bizarre reality. Deciding not to dwell on it, she closes the door and flops onto the king-sized bed.
════ ⋆Eddie⋆ ════
Eddie gracefully glides into the dim, empty room below, with only the moonlight filtering through the windows. Yet, he doesn't require light, for he resides within the shadows.
There it is, or rather, there she is, sitting gracefully in the alcove, framed on a wall adorned with colors he's memorized over the years.
Daisy's brown hair appears duller, her eyes seemingly lacking depth now that he's met her face to face. It's now evident that Grace painted this from a photograph, not from her memory. She failed to capture Daisy's true beauty.
God, she was beautiful.
The house seems quiet to the average ear, but Eddie hears everything—the gentle brush of the wind against the windows, the slow drip of the upstairs bathroom sink, and the constant, distant tapping, a reminder that he's trapped in the in-between worlds.
He's grown accustomed to these sounds. What he wasn't accustomed to was the soft crying from the room just above him. An ache forms in his chest at the sound of Daisy's cries, a physical sensation he hasn't felt in years.
Maybe it's because he hasn't spoken with someone in an unhealthy amount of time, or perhaps it's because he feels compelled to care for this girl, having admired her on the wall for so long. He worries he might be the cause of her tears. But, from the moment she entered the house, it was evident she was upset about something, which eased his pain slightly, suggesting he might not be the cause. Yet, it awakens an old, familiar emotion—anger.
Who could have hurt her?
None of this should concern him. He doesn't truly know her. Loneliness and sadness within his mind have led him to create ideas and versions of a girl he's never met.
Shame and disgust wash over him, especially when he contemplates how she can see him and whether she might find a way to set him free from this house. The thought terrifies him, yet it also provides him with hope.
But how could he even begin to entertain such thoughts while she cries herself to sleep? He turns away from the moonlit painting, closes his eyes, and vanishes into the shadows.
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̶Good Bad Habits Run In The Family: Chapter Ten
DPxDC Crossover, Jason Adopts Danny AU
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"You're related to Red Robin?"
Jason kind of wished he could be re-buried at the moment, knowing he was going to have to explain a lot. He could only hope that Danny wouldn't freak out too much, or any of the other bats for that matter. He already knew Tim had linked him with Danny, and that he probably knew that Danny was the new meta, but the rest of them didn't know. Bruce would most likely be furious that Jason was hiding information about a pressing subject, or for that matter hiding an actual meta with him. Not like he cared what the older man thought.
Sighing deeply, his hands rubbing his face with new found stress, he looked at Danny. The teen's eyes were wide, holding both shock and a layer of fear, stirring the inside of Jason’s stomach. He didn't like the idea that Tim had done something to Danny to make him this on edge, right when he was finally starting to relax around Jason.
Deciding to stop dragging it out, and to put them both out of their misery, he leaned forward. "For one, you can't call him that in public, secret identity and all that."
Danny, after hearing Jason's voice, snapped back to reality, his eyes more focused and analytical towards Jason. The sharp eyes were tinted with a bit of green, like it was barely being restrained, unsettling Jason more the longer he looked. "That doesn't answer my question. I thought you two just worked together or something! Are you all related?" Danny's hands were moving frantically as he quickly spoke, showing how frazzled the situation has made him.
"Well, kinda, but not really?" Danny deadpanned at Jason, his answer not being really helpful. Jason grumbled a few curses, uncomfortable as he ran a hand through his hair, no doubt messing it up. "Most of us are adopted, so we're technically related, just not by blood."
Danny was staring at Jason with a critical expression, trying to process everything that the man just told him. Then it all seemed to suddenly click and Danny almost fell out of his chair from realization, jaw gaping with surprise, causing a few other customers turning towards him confused. "You're Jason Todd, aren't you? How did I not figure that out earlier?" Danny was leaning back in his chair, a hand over his mouth as he continued to think.
Jason was dumbfounded, as he already thought that Danny would've put two and two together. Surely he would recognize him from Bruce? Perhaps he was being too egotistical and not everybody immediately knew him like he thought. Years in the spotlight and constantly being headlines for news would do that to somebody. "Yeah? I honestly thought you already knew."
"No? Why would I? I don't keep up with all the Wayne drama, wait, does that mean Wes was right? There's no way that Bruce is-" Danny stopped himself before he finished his sentence, but both of his hands were in his hair and slightly tugging on them. "It makes so much more sense now."
Jason could tell he wasn’t the only one feeling overwhelmed, after all this is a lot of information to take in. That didn’t stop him from wanting to know Danny’s thoughts, surely him being acquainted with the Wayne's didn’t change anything, right? "First of all, who the hell is Wes and what does he know? Second of all, you need to shut the fuck up a little, we're in public. Third of all, what do you mean it all makes more sense?" Amy had come back with their food, placing them down in front of the two. She must have noticed the difference in atmosphere, not being nearly as laid-back as earlier, keeping quiet as she walked away, not wanting to get in the middle of whatever was happening.
Danny seemed somewhat anxious to talk now that he was the one being questioned. His hands released their grip on his hair and began to fiddle with his shirt. "Well, um, Wes is just somebody from my school, or the one I used to go to. He comes up with all kinds of conspiracy theories like that, nobody ever takes him seriously, so don't worry about him." Jason couldn't help but think to Benard and how that all went, and he frowned, knowing that he probably should worry about this Wes guy. Though Danny was clearly uncomfortable having to speak of his past, so he wouldn't push it for now.
"Alright, what about the whole making 'more sense' thing?" Jason pressed, wondering if Danny already had a suspicion of his relationship with the others, or if this somehow made his view of Jason different. He hoped not, he hated being looked at with a difference only because he was known as the "son of Bruce Wayne who died and came back".
Danny's hand, which seemed to not quit moving, began to scratch the back of his neck. He was biting his lip, nervous as he debated on what he should tell Jason. Hopefully he doesn't find what he says rude or upsetting, like it would for many others. "Well, it makes sense why you have such a powerful aura of death around you. I thought it was because of the whole crime lord thing and killing others, but now I know why it felt so much different from the others."
"Death aura? What do you mean by that?" Jason questioned, but he knew what Danny was referring to, he just wanted to ignore it. The swirls of discomfort were him, not another force, he was far past that. He knew he was. His vision was clear, and he would keep it like that. There was no pit other problem.
"The stories were true, weren't they? You died before, haven't you?" Danny asked Jason, with an air so nonchalant that it made Jason both curious and uncomfortable.
Jason didn't want to answer that, to be forced to remember and face a reality he wanted to keep buried with the rest of his past whenever he dug himself out, so he ignored it. Danny already knew what his answer would be anyways. Jason had a feeling that Danny knew all too well, and it only made those green specks in his eyes be that more concerning. "Is that 'death aura' how you knew it was Tim earlier, since apparently everybody's is different?"
Danny let the fact that Jason danced around his question go, understanding the way he didn't want to go into more details. Danny didn't like his past being explored either, so it was only fair. The teen took a bite of his fry, surprised that the green seasoned food was actually decent, before speaking. "Yeah, sorta. Usually most people have little to no hint of death on them. Though you bunch seem to all be affected one way or another. Red- Tim's is quite powerful and a lot different than yours. It seems he's killed quite a few people, even more so than the crime lord himself."
Jason was beginning to get used to how relaxed Danny talked about these things, as if being revived from the dead or killing people were something that came to no surprise. Though the thought of Tim having killed more people than him did take him back a little. He knew that Tim was a bit unhinged at times, but surely the replacement followed Bruce's strict "no killing" rule.
"So, about that family dinner?" Danny asked after he ate a few more of his fries, not liking how awkward the silence was getting. They were getting along so well a few minutes ago, and now it felt like they were right back in the warehouse that night that Jason dragged him there. Then after a few of those tense seconds he continued. "And your adopted family?"
The man swallowed the bite of his burger, and then took a big gulp of his tea, his throat suddenly dry. He never really liked talking about the others, and them being referred to as "family" made him somewhat queasy, a rise of longing unnecessary emotions he wanted to block. "You don't have to come if you don't want to. Though it might make it easier to explain everything to them if you do." Jason saw how Danny's lips pulled into a small frown, quickly glancing away from the other, and he suddenly felt like he was pressuring him too much. "Of course, you still don't have to. We can sit this one out and chill in my apartment, maybe fix up your room some more."
Danny looked at Jason, his frown now more thoughtful. "Can you tell me more about them?"
"Huh? You mean the people who will be at the dinner?" Jason asked, a part of him surprisingly pleased at there being a chance Danny will want to go. It was either because he wanted to resolve the unavoidable drama that was bound to happen or because he was craving some more of Alfred’s food, perhaps both. It wasn't that he was wanting to introduce them to Danny, or try to make Danny feel more comfortable with them.
"Yeah, maybe if I already sorta know what to expect I might be okay with going." Danny explained, already half way done with his burger and still working on his pile of fries. It made sense to Jason, as he knows how overwhelming new situations and a huge group of people can be. Especially with Danny having been homeless before, there was a possibility that the prospect of being around more than well off people could cause insecurity. Jason knew that personally, having been there once. Danny may need time to warm up to the idea.
"I'm going to be honest, they're mainly idiots." Jason said past his burger, waving his hand, Danny letting out a small chuckle. "Although they can be a lot at times, they usually mean well. Except for Damian, that little brat is evil and he lets you know, so I'd be careful around him until he warms up to you. Kind of like a feral chihuahua really."
That caused Danny's growing smile to become a full on grin. "Wait, if all of you are- well y’know, does that mean he's…" Danny asked without finishing his words, but Jason understood nonetheless. He nodded, a confused look on his face, wondering why Damian being Robin would matter. "Man, I already like him. He's such a good kid."
The anti-hero almost choked on his food hearing the earnest way Danny had just complimented the small demon. After composing himself once more, he looked at the furrowed eyebrows on the teen's pale face. "Are we talking about the same kid here? Damian is literally the most violent one of us, he'd stab you over a cookie if he wanted it."
Danny tilted his head, but a smile formed on his face anyways. "He still means well. I mean, he's a kid, I know they can be a little feisty sometimes."
"I'm sure the highly trained 'kid' would love to hear that. I would never expect a knife in your shoulder by the end of the night." Jason replied sarcastically, balling up his trash, finally having eaten his food. Danny was still eating the last few of his fries, having stolen half of Jason's as well as they were talking. Not that the man minded, wanting Danny to eat as much as he wanted in order to gain some more meat on his thinned figure. He didn't like how sickly Danny had gotten to look after his time stuck in the warehouse and then on the streets, it made a worm of guilt work its way into Jason, knowing he should've done more.
Danny, not knowing Jason's inner turmoil, laughed, showing a bit of those canines that seemed to have grown since last time. Jason didn't know if Danny could control that or not, so he chalked it up to the nonhuman part of the kid. "He likes me! Plus I can easily heal from any attacks, that is if I don't just plain out avoid them. Who knows, maybe we can rough house a little." Danny said with an easygoing smile, brushing off the threat without any doubts. Jason knew that the other had powers, but he felt like he may need to teach him about self preservation skills.
Then Jason remembered the best part about the dinners, and he knew that this would win the boy over. "Hey, you remember some of that food I fed you while you lived in the warehouse?"
Danny nodded, curious as to where this was going. "Yeah, it was pretty good. Definitely the best food I've had in a while."
Jason smirked, "Well, you'd get more of that food at the dinner. Alfred, the best cook in the world, always fixes everything. Now, imagine fresh food like that." Danny perked up at that, and Jason knew he had found the right bait. After all, it was what Alfred used to get him over there every weekend. It wasn't because he wanted to help cook, feeling like a kid again. "Sounds good, doesn't it? Who knows, maybe for being a guest he might give you an extra chocolate chip cookie. Trust me, they are to die for."
Danny smiled at the small joke, but his mind mainly focused on the promise of good food. Perhaps this dinner wouldn't be such a bad idea, plus, he would be able to see Robin again, or Damian in this case. He wonders if the short tween would act any differently out of the costume, or any of the others for that sake. He was nervous meeting Signal again, and the thought of Tim made him squirm, hating how the constant loom of being watched had felt days before. He could only hope that they wouldn't jump on him with too many questions as soon as he showed up.
After a few minutes of debating internally with himself, weighing the pros and cons, he came up with a decision. "I guess I'll go, but if anything happens I'm leaving."
Jason couldn't ask for any more, already surprised that Danny agreed at all. "Don't worry, I leave anytime they annoy me too much. They know not to fuck with me."
"You sure it's not just because you're a big baby and they don't want to upset you?" Danny asked, raising a teasing eyebrow as Jason's face erupted into red, stammering out some denial that sounded more like complaining.
"I am not a 'big baby', and I can easily pummel you and them. I can already imagine how well you're gonna get along with Dick, it's going to a fucking nightmare." Jason continued to grumble, glaring at Danny across from him, the teen laughing at his misery.
"I'm already starting to get excited for this dinner now. When are we going this weekend?" Danny finally asked after calming down from his giggle fit, which Jason had suffered through. He wanted to make the kid laugh more, to just let the other be a teen.
Jason smoothed out his disheveled hair with a few quick swipes of his hand, huffing a bit before he spoke. "This Saturday, so tomorrow."
Danny slightly freaked out, not expecting it to be so soon. Though he already told Jason he'd go, and he didn't want to back out now. The man may not show it, but he obviously wanted Danny to go with him. A small part of him also wanted to go, to have a chance to be normal again. "Alright, so what will we do for the rest of the day?"
Jason thought about it, and realized he didn't exactly have anything else planned. He shrugged, making the other boy roll his eyes. "What do you want to do?"
At first the raven haired boy seemed taken back, not expecting the question to be turned on him, as he had nothing in mind. He looked at Jason's relaxed posture, realizing that he meant it, that Danny could choose anything. He thought it over, coming to a simple conclusion, one he hoped the man wouldn't mind. "Can we just go back to the apartment? I kinda had enough for today…" It was true, Danny was ready for a nap after the meal and amount of things he did. He may have only spent a few weeks closed off from society, and then a week of being completely homeless, but it was enough for him to no longer feel comfortable in public. It wasn't because he felt like he didn't deserve this, this sense of normalcy in a life he ruined, or the many others he ruined as well.
"That's a good idea, I'll need a bit of rest before patrol later anyways." The anti-hero said, standing up and grabbing both of their trash to throw away, before walking to the door. Danny nodded while following along, being brought out of his thoughts, and he couldn't help but realize he sort of forgot that Jason was Red Hood. It wasn't because it was unbelievable, the two had the same build and attitude, but by how normal Jason was compared to Red Hood. Sure, Jason was the adopted son of a billionaire with a crazy back story, but other than that he was still another civilian. Adding in the whole vigilante stick made it that more surreal. Or too close to something more familiar to him.
Danny remembers whenever he used to do patrol, the insane amount of fights he'd get in, especially at night. He missed doing them sometimes, he really missed his friends. Danny realized that he had been silent for a few seconds longer than usual, Jason looking at him somewhat concerned. "I can always skip one, I know I could do with a bit of a vacation." He said, wanting to make sure that the younger boy would be fine on his own.
Danny quickly shook his head. "No, I'm fine!" The man looked unconvinced, so the other tried to put on a small smile. "Really! I was just thinking about how bizarre my life kind of is right now." The partial lie worked, Jason letting out a small huff of amusement.
"I bet, compared to how most people would react, you've been taking it all pretty well." Jason lightly nudged at Danny, who in turn tried and failed to push the bulky man.
After an annoyed huff Danny straightened back up to walk better, knowing how clumsy he could be. It was what started this all in the first place. "I kinda take things in stride, go with flow y’know." He did a wave with his hand, before thinking about how silly he probably looked and shoving his hand back in his pocket.
"I like that attitude, don't let life drag you down. You know people who have your back no matter what, why worry all the time?" Jason meant for it to be light hearted, maybe even encouraging to a degree, but Danny’s smile quickly faded from it. Before Jason could ask what was wrong, Danny looked away, his expression now carefully crafted to be blank. The older man felt terrible, not knowing what he said wrong. He knew he shouldn’t ever give advice, as he hasn't lived the best life, or try and take care of a teen for that matter.
Danny on the other hand was trying his hardest to not let his thoughts wander to those who he should've been there for, or the fact that he shouldn’t allow people close to him, to let them want to help him. The guilt he's been repressing came back full force, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his rising tears at bay, cursing how emotional he could be from some simple good natured words. Though he couldn't help but feel as if he shouldn’t have 'gone with the flow'. If he thought things through, not have been so impulsive and selfish, then the others would still be here. He would be with his friends, his family, the town he loved but was forced to leave behind because of his mistakes.
It didn't even seem that he learned his lesson, doing everything he regretted all over again. He told himself that he wouldn't be so selfish ever again, and then he goes and decides to pull more innocent people into the mess that is his afterlife life. How could he be so laid-back, so careless, after everything that's happened?
"-kid? Hey, can you hear me?" Danny's haze was broken from the wave of Jason’s hand in front of him and voice.
"Huh? Sorry, kinda spaced out for a second. What is it?" Danny asked, nervously scratching at the back of his neck, keeping his head turned slightly away as he blinked back tears.
"We made it back and you tried to keep on walking, so I called your name and you didn't answer." Yeah, Danny was so not getting out of this. "Are you okay?" The teen opened his mouth to make up another lie, hoping his luck would work a second time. Before he could get a word out, Jason raised a hand stopping him. "Actually, I know you're not, so don't say you are. I know you don't wanna talk about it, but know that I am here and I'm not leaving, no matter how stubborn you are to not realize that. You can't get rid of me kid, after all I always come back."
The tears began running down midway through Jason's small rant, and he was wiping at them furiously, though he finally turned back to Jason. He was clearly out of his element, not used to comforting, but it made Danny feel a bit better anyways. To hear the words made it somewhat easier to swallow, to put into reality as he forced his other thoughts back down. He wished he wouldn't cry as much, hating how it felt like he was only being a burden to the other.
Jason hesitated to take Danny's arm and lead him into the apartment so that he could cry more openly, not wanting to make the crying teen run away by the sudden touch. He did anyway, seeing how some people passing by were giving them weird looks, and he glared at a few before gently grabbing Danny's arm. He didn't expect for the other to latch onto him in turn, turning his head to sob into the outer part of his arm as he walked slowly to the door of the apartment.
As soon as they entered, Jason wrapped his arms around Danny. Danny didn't hug back, only slightly burying his face into the man's chest as he tried to calm himself down. He didn't want to cry now, ruining the good mood that they had built back up. He pushed himself away from Jason, yet some of him yearned to be hugged right now, to be told that it was going to be okay. He knew it would never be, and that he deserved that.
Danny sucked in a desperate gulp of air, sounding more like a hiccup than anything as he held his hands above his face, trying to hide it. "I'm- I'm just going to go take a nap." He barely stuttered out, not waiting for an answer as he quickly went to his room and shut the door. This left Jason there, his hand outreached to try and stop the upset teen, but not knowing if he should. This was something that he didn't know how to handle. When it came to comforting, he only knew the basics, such as reassurance and hugs. Complex emotions like this he couldn't handle, and it made him feel guilty that he couldn't actually help Danny through whatever he was going through, even though he promised he would.
The man sighed, slipping off his leather jacket as he wondered if he may have bit more than he could chew this time. He wouldn't ever give up on Danny, but he may not be what the teen needed at the moment. If only Alfred was here, he'd know what to do.
He wasn't though, leaving it all up to Jason, who couldn't do anything. He ran a hand through his hair, not caring if it got messed up as he walked over to his barely standing couch. He laid down on it, enjoying how his body sunk into the well worn cushions, pulling one of the small pillows he had to lay his head on. He wanted to help Danny, but he was somewhat overwhelmed himself, and he had a feeling that giving some space may be better anyways. He wasn't lying earlier either whenever he said he would like a nap, still planning to go out that night. Danny most likely wouldn't leave him room for the rest of the day, so Jason would just leave him a plate of food before he left to go on his patrol.
He'd make it a quick one tonight. His people wouldn't mind if he canceled one meeting and instead checked up on them, as there was no way he would be able to focus for too long anyways. Most of his thoughts would circle around Danny, like they have been for the last few weeks. His worry had eased after wrangling Danny into his apartment, but now it was worse with how sullen the boy looked earlier. He still didn't understand what he said or did to cause such a reaction, but he guessed that it could be anything, though it had to be related to whatever trauma Danny had gone through and that was enough. He wanted to apologize, but that could cause Danny to feel guilty for making Jason feel like he did something wrong.
He was beginning to get a headache from thinking so deeply about something he had little intelligence in, so he shut his eyes. He didn't bother to take off his shirt with the small wet spot in it, the coldness of it a stark reminder to how he failed Danny was. It didn't really matter though, as no matter what he couldn't block out the quiet sniffles and sobs coming from the other room, or the countless thoughts running through his own head.
They might not make it to dinner tomorrow after all.
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Ello! Could you match me up with a slasher?
I’m 5’8, long brown wavy hair that I put in a man bun, I’m very scruffy, silver eyes with gold specks, incredibly pale, I have “werewolf” teeth apparently, I grow my nails out long and apparently that also freaks people out haha
I’ve been told I’m very intimidating when I first meet people, but once I warm up I’m a lot softer, my friends call me a murderous teddy bear or a lose rat in the garage, I’m fiercely loyal almost to a fault, I have a hard time expressing my emotions, even one’s such as love, I hate being vulnerable and very few get to see me that way, I don’t ask for help often, I feel that asking for help is weak, I am very picky when it comes to people, I’m incredibly protective of friends/family, would literally fight anyone/thing to the death to protect their honor, I get a bit lonely sometimes but often keep it to myself, I like to listen to music to distract me from negative thoughts and stress, my music is a very personal, almost intimate thing for me, I don’t show many people what I listen too, I’m very calm in dangerous situations, apparently “scarily calm”, I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or people I love, but couldn’t care less about people I don’t know, they ain’t my problem, I build up my walls because I’m afraid of being hurt again, it takes a long time for me to trust someone but I get attached really quickly if that makes sense, I try to ask questions about things that people like so they can dump 3000lbs of info onto me, it’s good to get it out every now and again.
I love playing fantasy video games to escape the harshness of reality, writing stories, playing the piano, horseback riding, and reading calm me down, I also love to bake and love swimming, I’ve been wanting to go hunting for years and I go fishing all the time, I’m also really good at building legos, I find it very fun.
Since no one knows me irl, I will give some of my favorite bands, Five finger death punch, slipknot, beastie boys, mother mother, and Marty robbins.
I hope that was enough to go off of, thank you in advance.
I paired you up with...
♡Jason Voorhees♡
I- i have to say it. Jason would be scare, he would be the one feeling in danger
THE LOSE RAT IN THE GARAGE BIT GOT ME CRYING
BRO YOU HAVE SUCH BIG FERAL ENERGY I COULD LITERALLY SEE JASON PICKING YOU UP BY THE SCRUFF OF YOUR NECK AND BE LIKE "yes, you're coming home with me"
I picked Jason because he basically needs someone who would give him the unconditional care and loyalty he deserves and because honestly he would take care of you too no matter if you ask for it or not. He won't be having none of that "asking for help is weak" thing cause if he loves you you're bound to be taken care of. You should never feel bad for letting other people help you♡♡ it doesn't make you weak if anything it makes you stronger. He won't ask for you to show or to do anything for him that you don't feel/want to, he's more than content to simply be allowed to stay with you and spend his days together.
Man if you'll people to fight for Jason's honor, like you have no fucking idea how many DISRESPECTFUL FOUL TEENS are out there making jokes about his death or being mean to our big forest man.
You won't be having the problem of feeling alone ever again cause Jason would be literally following you around like a lost puppy. You're the first person he has that cares for him since his mother's death so he's just going to straight up skip the whole tough guy act who doesn't want nor needs affection part of the relationship. He will be showing all his love for you shamelessly >:)
He would never push your boundaries though, he would never invade your privacy ecc whatever you want to tell him that's all he needs to know then.
So you're calm in bad situations? Good cause he's NOT. Well it depends, if it's something that only affects him then he might not get too anxious but if it's something happening to you? He's becoming the biggest mother hen you have ever seen. Like he knows you can take care of yourself but he won't take the chance of losing you. He prefers having you alive and upset than happy and dead tbh
My man can't really talk but he appreciates the willingness to listen to his problems or the things you like ecc and would very happily do the same for you. He could actually cry if you decide to trust him enough to tell him about yourself ecc
HE CAN TAKE YOU TO HUNT WITH HIM. HE WOULD PREPARE CUTE LITTLE PICNICS DATES WHERE YOU BOTH HAVE A GOOD HUNT TOGETHER AND HE WOULD SHOW YOU ALL HIS TRICKS
I- if someone gives Jason some legos i think he would never get out of the cabin.
This matchup made me think about this song:
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dreams into reality
price x reader
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It would be fun they said. He's a good guy they said. Your friends had stated they had set you up on a blind date. Some guy your friend knows, apparently he's been liking this girl but he doesn't like him back bla bla bla. Some shite your friends talk. It all mushes together sometimes - the things spewing out of their mouths.
So here you are sitting patiently at your table. Table 11 is where your friends have told you to wait. Swooning your eyes around, flirting with the idea of just getting up and leaving, so fucking worried about who was going to walk through those doors and sit by you. You bet your friends had set you up with some absolute freaks. Your foot slammed against the floor as you looked through the menu for the restaurant. Your eyes swiping through the options - trying your hardest to distract yourself from who was gunna be your date.
Your foot taps against the hard floor as you hear the door fling open. Questions grow around your mind - pushing your thoughts and ideas together into a tight squish. A kind yet familiar voice, deep and loving almost, sounds from the entrance of the restaurant. You can slightly hear his words through his loud accent. '11' was a word he blurted out. Fuck he was your date. Eyes swatting to one side of the room to his almost blurred face to look back at your hands.
Soon, the sound of the same mystery man could be heard just across your table. "Hey, I guess you're my..." he trails off. You take a glance up to see it's your fucking captain. Captain Price was standing across your table - supposedly being your blind date. "Y/N? Are you uh the right person?”
You nod slightly in confirmation, feeling a bit confused and overwhelmed as Price sits opposite you. Your eyes rake over his shirt, large biseps poking out and a chised pecs beaming through his shirt. He slowly shuffles around in his chair, settling into a comfortable position as you retort, "I'm guessing."
While he takes the menu to scroll his eyes through it to pick out a meal, you take a chance to check him out - out of the uniform which is the only sight you have seen him in. You could tell he had tried to look nice - and ofc he did look nice. The man was wearing a crisp white linen shirt with two unbuttoned buttons at the top, and also had on a brown blazer that was draped over his broad shoulders. He paired the look with crisp black trousers that fit him perfectly, showing off his muscular legs.
The waiter scoots over as Price looks up at you and smiles sweetly, a genuine silly smile. The one he makes quite often that always makes you feel mushy and giggly inside. "I'll have the hm.. steak please." he kindly says to the waiter then looks over to you for your answer. After ordering your meal you and Price start to chit chat.
"so price-"
"john."
"john?"
"Yeh, call me John. Not price."
Awe how cute, well not really but it was odd calling your captain, who is on a date with you, his real name. John Price - it kinda like rings off your tongue. It fits him. Ofc it felt weird calling your date his last name but he was your boss so what were you meant to do? This was a confusing time. He didn't seem to mind, and you felt weird calling him anything else.
"so john," you slightly giggle at the voice you had just said his name in - as if john wasn't his real name. John chuckles at how daft you were and just happily glazes at you with his stupid grin plastered along his face, "was told you like some lass? " John blushes and looks away, trying to mask his embarrassment. You smile and chuckle again, knowing he's hiding something."Maddy told you?" nodding and giggleing at his embarrassment he scoffs slightly. As if mocking you - you can clearly see him fiddling with his hands above the table, obviously nervous and keeping something from you.
"well, I do, Maddy told me she would set me up to get over it." now you are wondering.. who is this lucky girl? Who is the girl who made price like them that much? It wouldn't be a very good first date if you chatted about who his secret little crush was the whole time so you decided to leave it.
"how's your steak?” you question as he tucks into his food while you do the same. The food was delicious but not as tasty as the sight in front of you - your captain in civilian clothes which highlights his juicy muscles as he chomps on his food. God he was kinda hot - you never really noticed him being this attractive. You had always seen him more as a serious father-boss figure, never as attractive, fit or anything around that!
Price starts telling you things he wouldn't really share, like his hobbies, family and past life as you do the same. This date was comforting. It was just plain sweet. It seems like Price really took an interest in you, well he did at work but it was almost like he was in love with you right now and right here.
After a while the date goes nice, the chemistry goes good and he invites you over to his place. Tasting his lips as he carefully pushes you to the sofa, getting on top of you and towering above your tiny body while he groans into your lips. It was like he was dreaming of this moment with the planned out moves and the small relief groans he murmured into your mouth as he gets rougher with his kisses. The kiss seemed scheduled as if he had thought about this multiple times before so you just had to ask.
In between the smoches you could finally breathe out ,” how..” you get cut off with another breathless kiss, smothering your words with his kisses. “how long have you been dreaming of this..” whispering and pushing John slightly off of you to be able to catch your breath.
"Too fucking long doll.”
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What date ?
Chapter 15
Word count:2850
Warnings:lots of fighting
Eddie's pov
Today was the last day of school and then I will have Dani for myself for two whole weeks, just us alone together in her apartment .So Wayne might as well put a search group looking for me because he wasn't going to see me for a while
I mean he could go looking for me at Dani's apartment, Which I had a key that she gave me. I know it mea is not like she was asking me To move in with her. I know it's too soon but I literally spend every day with her. I have clothes in her closet even though my sweetheart is there hanging on her wall .(sweetheart meaning his guitar .)It was that one night she wanted to hear me playing it because she knew she wasn't going to be able to go see me at The hideout so I gave her a small concert not too loud because they were wouldn't want noise complaint from the neighbors and since then my guitar has been there in her room.mostly because I'll say I forget it but in reality I just wanted a reason to come back to her apartment .
I might as well bring all my stuff over ,Wayne even asked me if I had moved in with her but I told him no ,that she just likes me to spend the night with her because she doesn't like to be alone because she cries ,plus she says I'm her human heater.He laughed in my face because he said it was a really long sleepover we were having .I love that my uncle didn't judge our relationship even though we were wrong ,but I knew he understood what Dani meant to me ,she was special to me .She was my everything ,damn I sound just like the guys I hated in those sappy romantic movies ,have I really become a hopeless romantic ?Maybe, but only for Dani.
I know I had changed because back then I hated the idea of Marriage or even just being in a relationship it gave me the hibbie jibbies
I was afraid of commitment.But with Dani. I see a whole future with her. I don't know what kind of witchcraft shit she did to me but I had fallen hard for her .Gareth always has to snap me back to reality whenever she passed by us in the hallways or during lunch because I tend to stare a lot .It's worse when I'm in class just watching her read a paragraph from our history book or the way she explains World war 2 it actually entertains me and I learn .Something that I never did .Gareth says it's because we got a pretty history teacher that's why he listens too .and I smack him for being a perv.I know he does it to make me mad but yeah .Yes, Gareth has kept quiet since he found out about Dani and I ,he has ask me a few questions of how we met and shit and I answer them every single one of the questions he asked I answer ,but his dumb ass always questions how a girl like Dani even notice a me, a freak That loves to play a Fantasy Game and hands around a bunch of kids .
Gareth I ask myself the same question man.
It was the last period and the bell was taking longer than any other day or maybe it was just me that wanted to get out already .
After what felt like hours but it was actually a few minutes finally the bell rang and I got up from my chair fast rushing out of the classroom.Not waiting to be dismissed .But from the distance I heard the teacher "the bell doesn't dismiss you i do ."
But I was already a free man for at least two weeks.So I ignored her and everyone else running to my van to head to Dani's apartment .
Then back to reality in January .
While I was starting the van Dani texted me saying she was going to her mom's for a bit .
So I still went to her apartment to wait for her till she got there .When I arrived at the apartment I did what I always do. turn the tv on to watch cartoons. Scooby doo was on .So that's what I'll watch while Dani gets here .I grabbed a Yoo-hoo and some chips and sat down on the couch to watch tv and wait for Dani to get here to start our vacations.
Knock knock knock
Fuck you whoever it was ..I just fucking say down ..
"Who could it be ?"
I got up, placed my drink and chips on the center table to answer to whoever was at the door .Maybe Dani forgot the keys ?Yup that's probably what it is.
"Going babe ." I shouted
I cleaned off the crumbs of chips on my jeans ,I threw my trash away cause I know how much she hated me leaving trash everywhere.open the door and it wasn't Dani but Liam standing in the doorway holding a bouquet of flowers Dahlias to be exact .
Dani's favorites .
Where the fuck does he gets this flowers from? I've been trying to look everywhere but apparently they are rare to find unless you have a garden .Does he have a garden ?Maybe I should make my own garden of dahlias for Dani .
"Can I help you ?"I asked, standing blocking the doorway so he wouldn't go in .
"I came to pick up Dani ." He says with a big smile on his stupid face.as if I was gonna let him go out with my girlfriend.Girlfriend I love the sound of that .
"Why would you pick her up ?"I ask sternly
"Because we have a date ." That cocky bastard gave me a big toothy grin and I clenched my fist .
"A date ?" I ask
"She didn't tell you ?"he chuckles
"Tell me What ? " I gritted my teeth
Was Dani keeping secrets from me?
I closed the door to the apartment behind me and got out to the hallway with Liam. I wasn't about to let him inside .
Who does he think he is ?
"We made a deal if she went out on a couple of dates with me I wouldn't say anything about you ." He says poking my chest with his index finger
"Hey man, back off !" I said more sternly
He had the audacity to fucking touch me .
"I didn't come here to argue with a high school kid, I came to get my girl back ,so let her know I'm outside ." He gets close to my face, raising a brow as if he thinks I'm letting him..What does he expect me to say "Yeah sure bring her back by 10." He must be crazy to think I'm letting him go on dates with Dani .And why didn't she tell me she had to do that in order for him not to say anything .This fucking asshole .
"She is not home." I tell him
"What do you mean she is not home? I told her to be ready by 5 ." He says angrily
"Well she is not home ." I replied again but this time I was inches away from him and my fist was clenched ready to punch this asshole on his pretty face .
"How can she not be home? We had already made plans. She was supposed to be here. If not , I was going down to the sheriff's office and said everything I knew !!" He shouted in my face that this guy was really starting to piss me off .
He really wanted me to meet my fist today .
"You know what, I'm Not gonna stand here and argue with a kid. I'm Going down to the sheriff's office." He turns his body around and starts walking away but not before I grab his jacket collar and push him against the wall.I don’t know what I was thinking or why I grabbed his jacket I just didn’t want him
Going to the sheriff's office I didn’t want Dani going to jail. I couldn't let him do that to her.
"You stay away from Dani You understand ." I told him through gritted teeth I really wanted to punch him but I didn't want to make things any worse .He started laughing "she is gonna be mine again ,you think she really loves you ?she feels pity for you ,you're a charity case ." He spits nothing but venom ,but I don't know why that hit me hard.But I know I'm not a charity case for Dani and she truly loves me. I'm not gonna let this richy rich guy wannabe bring me down.
My fist had a mind of his own and I threw the first blow right on his jaw he instantly punch me back making me fall to ground .That got him the leverage and ran off I stood up fast and chase after him checking my jeans pockets first to see if I had the keys to my van .I kept my eye on him while he ran to his car and damn that asshole had a nice car compare to my fucking van .
But at least my van had a bed on the back that Dani loved so much .
Can he say the same thing ?
I open the door to my van thanking God I had left it unlock I got in and turn it on I still
Kept my eye on him .I watch him drive off I didn't even let my van heat up I put it on drive and follow him.Where the fuck those he think he is going? I kept my speed limit in a decent limit not wanting to get stopped but Liam kept accelerating.I was never gonna catch up
To his fucking car my poor van was gonna give up on me .
"Come on sweetheart don't give up on me ." I patted the dashboard softly.
"I saw him turn into the sheriff's office and saw that Hopper's truck was there. He wasn't a big fan of mine.Because of my past behavior .
I parked next to his car and got down running to his side, almost slipping with the snowy ground .
He got advantage and punched me in my ribs .
Yeah I think I heard a crack .
"Fuck !!" I winced In pain but I got up and almost slipping and grab him by his legs making him
Slip his face hitting the icy ground .
He got up and his nose was bleeding .
But he ran inside the sheriff's office with me going after him .He saw me running after him and grabbed the closest chair and threw it at me .
Was this guy really planning to fight me in a room full of cops? He must be crazy .
I picked up the chair and set it back to its place
Yeah I didn’t want any problems especially here in front of a bunch of cops.
"Sorry ."I turned to look at the secretary who looked scared .For not paying attention Liam jumped on me and started punching me in the face .
I heard the bell from the door ding ,then I heard a familiar voice .
"Eddie !!!" Dustin came running and jumped on top of Liam pushing him to The ground and punching him.
"I've been wanting to do that for the longest time ." He told Liam.with the biggest smirk of his life.
“Fucking shit!!” Dustin winced, shaking his hand.
"Hey!! What's going on here !!"
Hopper came from the back with two more officers by his side .Dustin help me stood up but I was in too much fucking pain im glad nothing happen to Dustin-cause I know Dani will kill me ..
“You okay?” I asked him
“Yeah ,that felt good.” He smiled at me
"Henderson?" Hopper said shockingly
Yeah I was shocked as well Dustin actually punched Liam ..I wanted to give him a high five but right now wasn't the moment ..
"The 3 of you in the office now.!!!" Hopper raised his voice and that man was scared when he was angry .
"And all you clean up this mess .!!" He shouted at the other officers just staring at us ,they didn't even do anything, they were just looking at us lazily as it wasn't their job to stop a fight.
We follow Hopper to his office. Liam was first then Dustin and at last was me .We walk in the office i was fucked I knew Hopper wasn't gonna believe .I don’t know maybe .I just don’t know .I was so damn scare right now .Afraid Liam was going to open his mouth and talked .
"It wasn't Eddie's Fault Liam was hitting him when I walked in!!!" Dustin suddenly starts talking, that boy always sticking up for me . That's why he was always my favorite but I wasn't going to tell Him that .
"Yeah, I saw everything since you were outside but I was too cold to go outside ." Hopper says lighting a cigarette ,not really caring .
He saw everything and he didn't go outside to stop it ?
Really Hopper ?
"You saw everything ?"Liam finally spoke
"Yeah ,yeah so what's going on here?" Hopper asks us. Pouring at me then at Liam Then he turned to look at Dustin and told him to get out to get some ice on his hand .
"Ok, now talk !!" He points at Liam with a raised voice.
"Well I went to pick up my girlfriend at her apartment and he suddenly attacked me ." He lied
"You son of a bitch that's not what happen!!"I got up from my chair about to lunge at Liam
But Hopper shouted at me to sit back down and I obeyed him. I mean he is the law .Eventually Liam told his part of the story and was let go after his dad came and pay a fee in the front office.Hopper got out screaming at the front lady saying to stop accepting bribes from
Rich people and other profanities.The door to Hopper's office opened and Dustin came in .
"Eddie, are you ok ?" He asks me worriedly
"Yes buddy i'm ok don't worry ." I reassured him but knowing damn well I wasn't I was hurting so fucking munch .
"What happened, how did you and Liam get in a fist fight ? How do you even know Liam ? "He started asking me so many questions and I tried my best to answer every single one of them .
"That was a nice Punch Henderson." I tell him changing the subject, raising my hand to high five him .He high fives me back with the biggest smile on his face .Then hopper walks back in the office .
Before Hopper sat down Dustin leaned in close to me.
"Dani called and she sounded worried and I kind of told her we were here ." He tells me going back to his seat like if nothing was wrong he literally told Dani we were here .She is going to murder me .
I know her and I know she will be coming and just like that she opens the door to Hopper's office dress beautifully as always and she had that worried expression.She came to my rescue.
My damsel came to rescue her knight.
I think my eyes turned into hearts the moment I saw her walking in the office .
When Hopper finally lets us leave it was already late.I can't believe we actually told him about our relationship and he was ok with it, at least that's what I thought .I was at the apartment waiting for Dani to get here she had dropped off Dustin at his house .When she arrived she kept kissing me asking me if I was alright .She was so worried .
"I'm sorry ." I said softly
"You have nothing to be sorry about, baby ." She coos to me “let me get the first aid kit.”She stood up and walked to the restroom and came back with the first aid kit .
"No,no ,no I'll clean it myself ." I tell her
"Eddie stop, I gotta clean your cuts ." She said softly
"No is gonna hurt and you're gonna put alcohol on and is gonna burn ." I whined
She eventually called Wayne and he helped clean my cuts .She gave me some pain meds that made me sleepy and I ended falling asleep.I woke up after a few minutes because I heard talking in the kitchen.It was Wayne and Dani talking about me. I couldn't make out what they were saying because the door to the room was closed.
I got up slowly so as not to make any noise and I was starting to hear more clearly .
Dani was talking to Wayne
"Sorry umm Wayne I love your nephew I love him so much and yes I wish I had met him in different circumstances but I didn't but I promise you I would never play with his feelings "
“You seem like a really nice girl, you don’t seem anything like that Chrissy ….”
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I love how you just decided that Malleus sucks at sex, it’s a refreshing idea lol
Which of the twst boys do you think are actually good at it?
i think i'm going to do the twst boys who absolutely can fuck and the ones who just,,, cannot. if a character isn't included, assume they're overwhelmingly mediocre or completely unfuckable for reasons out of their own control (e.g. Ortho for being eight years old).
Can Fuck:
Trey - we've gone over this. dilf in progress. arms as thick as tree trunks. one of the three genuinely nice people in the entire school. dick appointments with him are the closest thing half of these students are getting to therapy and that's not great, but it's what we're working with.
Lilia - fucks like a man with three kids and 500 years of experience. he will beat your ass in smash bros after he rearranges your guts, but that's something you're just gonna have to take.
Jack - thinks of it as a form of exercise. it's just a workout with the homies, bro. don't worry about it.
Floyd - he's feral and i just know there's gotta be people who are into that. he's probably popular with Pomefiore students. they seem like freaks.
Kalim - i feel like a lot of people kinda write him off as someone who catches feelings super quickly, but it's actually the other way around. he's just so fun and sweet and considerate. he'll wine and dine you and organize an entire fucking parade. motherfucker has you asking 'what are we?' after one hook-up because he just makes you feel that loved. in reality, he's just kinda friendly and super nice and 99% of the students at NRC have never received any kind of affection in their entire lives.
Divus - pet-play is his brand. pet-play is his life. he can't even put the riding crop down for a full eight-hour school day. he better fuck because, if he doesn't, i'm going to have a lot of questions.
Can't Fuck:
Malleus - again, a well-reviewed specimen. genuinely doesn't think he's under any obligation to make his partner cum. that's a you problem and he couldn't be less interested.
Azul - will make you sign 74 different contracts before he even takes off his suit jacket. no one's ever made it past contract 32 and it's beginning to look like no one ever will.
Idia - you have to leave your room to get laid.
Jamil - he's just so, so mean. ask him if he wants to hook-up and he'll laugh in your face. flirt with him even a little and he'll literally just walk away. he'll roast your nudes with the kind of personal vengeance of someone who clearly derives his own personal worth from this. i also think he's the kind of guy who just gets,,, so clingy after being showed even the slight bit of sincere praise/affection, and the whiplash does him no favors.
Crowley - it takes him approximately three hours to remove the eyeshadow and bird accoutrement. if you're willing to wait, then congrats, but i cannot guarantee that you'll be rewarded for your patience.
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Dear Mel,
This weekend, Ian and Mickey got invited to a baby shower! It's for one of the moms at their new apartment complex, and Ian is so excited about it. You know, baby fever, a little nudge nudge, we should have one too to Mickey kind of thing.
Mickey, as usual, sees right through him. But he goes along, Ian's in that cute, excited as a puppy mood and the food's probably gonna be bomb. That bitch Marta from 3C is catering, and she once made them a mean casserole.
Turns out, Mickey ends up having way more fun than he was expecting. The food was great, but the baby stuff hanging on the walls and shit were sort of cute, too. Not that he would admit that.
However, Ian is the one who gets antsy afterwards. All the talk about doctor's appointments, baby furniture, pre-school ("Mick, did you hear Brit is already looking at schools? She's not even 30 weeks pregnant!" "Who the fuck is Brit, man?" *chewing noises*) made his head a bit dizzy. He feels overwhelmed, maybe he's not fit for this? What if he messes it up? And fuck, he can't even tell Mickey about that, he's the one who "pushes" Mickey about having kids. Maybe he doesn't even want them and just agrees with Ian so the subject will die (which is totally Ian's head messing with him. Mickey wants kids just as much as Ian at this point).
So, they get home. And Ian is weirdly quiet, mind going a thousand miles per minute but body not moving, he's stuck sitting on their couch staring at nothing. And Mickey knows what this is. And he thinks he knows why he's like this.
My question is, how does Mickey comfort Ian about that?
ah debs! i can see this happening so clearly. ian has such a vision for their future and he believes in it so much! and he believes so fully in mickey. ian wants to make a family and be a dad - and he especially wants to do it with mickey. it just feels natural! but i bet there are moments when the reality of it all settles over him. how much there is to plan for, how scary and real and important it is. and there are surely moments of real doubt about his own ability to handle it.
so yes - mickey sees it all playing out, he can see the thoughts bouncing around ian’s head. i don’t think he’ll ask about it directly, not right away. he’ll sit next to ian on the couch and comment on the shower - probably about the food or lack of booze. just a little thing to get ian’s attention. ian will just nod or smile a bit, and mickey can move in there. kinda like the deleted scene?
“that was a lot, huh?” or “you tired now?” - a little question to alert ian to the fact that mickey can sense something’s up, even though he probably already knows. but it gives ian a chance to sigh and deflate a bit, lean into mickey and let go of the tension. ian will start and stop, he doesn’t want to freak mickey out or make a whole Thing of it. but when mickey opens his arms and raises an eyebrow, it all comes out. the worries and fears and regrets. mickey just listens, rubbing at his back. hums a bit as ian speaks.
when ian quiets down, mickey keeps holding onto him. stays quiet for a minute, lets the words settle. after a moment - “you wanna know what i think?” and ian will nod. always. mickey will tell him that ian takes care of them all, he sees to their needs and loves them fully and completely. and at the end of that day, that’s what matters. that’s where you start. and they’ll learn this, they’ll learn it together and they’ll help each other because they are partners in everything. mickey will be there to back ian up when he feels unsteady, and he knows ian will do the same for him. and they have so much support in their corner. they won’t ever be alone in this. what ian gives to the world and their family - they will show up and give that right back. and mickey will tell him that it’s normal and okay to be scared shitless (he still is, too), but he knows ian can do it. he knows ian was made to care and love and nurture, and he wants to see ian try. he wants to see ian succeed - and he wants to be part of it. mickey feels sure of himself because he has this partnership! ian will smile a big tearful smile and kiss his husband, thank him quietly, and tell him that he loves him. they’ll stay wrapped up in each other, making little plans until it’s time for bed ✨
#i said So Much#sorry 😭#i love this though#the ways they lift each other up#GAHHH#debs your mind 🥺💓#mel answers#long post
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Lies pt.2
(The gif is not mine. Whoever made this thank you so much and I’m sorry)
Summary: Spencer wants to apologize and explain everything to Y/n, but will she let him?
Type: Angst
Hey!! Look, I wanted to make just two parts and that's it, but while I was writing it more ideas came to my mind. Anyways, enjoy!
People who asked me to tagg them; @rexorangecouny and @b-a-utiful
Pt.1
Pt.3
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Y/n stared at, what seems now, a really awful and boring white wall in front of her. Blanky and space out from reality.
When she stepped into the bullpen with Emily Johnson, everyone stared at her in shock, but at that moment, she thought that was because of the fact that her boyfriend cheat on her with a criminal, an unsub until she looked at her left and let a sigh out of her lips. After all, it wasn't because of what had happened. It was because of the girl by her side.
They approached her and asked her questions. She gave them answers without the minor detail of what really happened with Cat. The one people said she didn't need to worry about. But they were wrong, so was she.
Hotch called the Johnsons, and they were happy, thanking Y/n for her act of bravery.
Her coworkers noticed her odd behaviour; after all, it was a room full of profilers, yet they didn't ask her what was wrong, maybe because they didn't want to push her to talk.
Y/n was thinking.
How was she supposed to move forward after what has happened in the last hour?
How was she going to "get over it" and move on?
Not after all the desires and dreams, she had with Spencer. The one she thought was the love of her life, the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life—the one she loved.
The one who had her hands on Cat's hair, kissing her like he was in love with her, kissing her in the way he kissed her.
They used to have a beautiful relationship, even before they started dating. Y/n had found a best friend and a lover in Spencer's embrace.
She thought about all those nights when they watched Star Wars and discussed the storyline. When they watched Harry Potter and agreed, they both belonged in the Ravenclaw house, and they also were Hufflepuff and a little bit of Slytherin, and they definitely hated Umbridge.
And those nights were they cuddle up in bed, whispering in each other's ear how much they loved each thing of them and how much they loved each other, how important they were and how happy they were because they found each other.
God, they even shared an apartment.
Now she was there, thinking about Spencer, her Spencer or the one she thought was hers.
Y/n was forced to get out of her memories and mind when her coworkers approached the man she was just thinking about. Her heart hurt just to see him.
She wiped the tears in her cheeks and looked at him.
Spencer gave his coworkers polite smiles, trying to focus on the only thing he wanted, Y/n.
His eyes looked over the bullpen, trying to find his girl so he could go and tried to explain himself to her, even when he knew it was going to be difficult because she was very proud, just like him.
Then his hazel eyes land on her. She looked away from her boyfriend, not so boyfriend. His world stops. She looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful.
But then he noticed her red eyes, and then he knew. She has been crying.
He would go over her ignoring everything else, not caring about anyone but her, hugging her, asking her why she was upset, and trying to make things better. But he couldn't, because the reason she was crying was his fault.
She looked at him hurt. And then she stood from her chair and took her purse. Ready to leave.
Spencer panicked, watching her walk in front of him. Spencer starts walking.
"Y/n," He said, but she didn't stop. "Y/n please" now tears were in his eyes, taking her elbow.
"Spencer, please let me go," She whispered. Her voice cracking at the immense pain she was feeling, hoping that Spencer would let her go to their house and packed everything so she could leave him.
She didn't dare to look at him. She knew she wasn't that strong. And how could she? When she was feeling sad, and like the world was on her shoulders, Spencer was the one who comforts her. But what happened when he was the reason she felt that way?
"Let me- Just please let me explain." He begged.
"Let you explain what?" She finally looked at him with anger and sadness. "The way you dared to kiss her when you told me how much you hate her? When I was the one who comforts you when you were sad about all the things she did to you? Do you want to narrate to me word by word how well you enjoy that kiss while I was in fucking front of you?" Even though everyone stared at them, they didn't know why they were arguing because she wasn't yelling even when she wanted to, neither did he. They were the only ones who knew what was happening.
"No, I want to explain why I did what I did."
"Spencer, please" Y/n looked at him in disbelief. "There's no other reason. I think it is pretty obvious. You didn't had the guts to tell me you didn't love me anymore. You didn't tell me that you were lying all those times when you told me that you loved me and you wanted to be with me."
"I never lied. I love you, but you didn't tell me either about the letters she was sending you. So I guess you weren't honest."
Y/n chuckled in disbelief. "You know why I didn't tell you about those letters?" Spencer nodded. "I didn't tell you because I thought It was nothing. You were there with so many problems and those horrible migraines that I didn't want to add more. I cared about you."
Spencer's eyes soften at her words. "But I don't care about anything about that, Y/n. You are my girl. You are my entire world. I want to be there for you, even if I am not so well because you are always there for me. I want to help you, doesn't matter what."
"I was." She said.
"What?" He asked, confused.
"I was your girl. We are over."
. . .
After the fight they had, Y/n turned off her phone because people called her, asked her what happened. She didn't have the energies to answer those calls.
She just left, now, Spencer's apartment with her belongings. She didn't want to bother anyone and answer their questions about what happened. She could have stayed at Emily's or Penelopes, but she didn't want to.
So she turned to her old house. It was cold and lonely, maybe because she felt that way.
Y/n had bought a house when she came into Virginia. When Spencer and her started dating, Spencer decided that it was better to stay in his place because it had a better view. It wasn't that cold like hers and, in Spencer's words, was cooler than hers.
But she didn't put her house in sale, maybe because a part of her knew something like this could happen, and she never liked to stay at her friend's house for too long.
She sat in her old coach and took her phone out of her purse. She turned it on, feeling the light way too bright on her face.
The phone started getting all the notifications, all the messages, and all those missed phone calls.
The first one she answered was Penelope. She knew she would freak out because she wasn't responding.
Y/n didn't say anything more than she was okay, repeating the same answer to all of her friends.
She listened to her voicemails: her friends and four of Spencer.
Y/n bit inside her cheek, thinking if it was a good idea to listen to it, but before it was too late, she did.
"Hey, darling. My angel, I really don't know if I can call you like that anymore, but you are always going to be my angel. You obviously know who I am, and I also know you don't want to talk to me, but I think this is important, and-"
"Sorry, my last voicemail got cut. I was saying that I am really sorry Y/n, you don't even have an idea" His voice broke. "I-I got home right now, and you are not here. I wasn't expecting you to be either, but-"
"You're not here, and your things either. You left a sweater though. The white you- your favourite. The one you always put on even if it doesn't match with your outfit because you say it is comfy. And, it smells just like you-"
"I know I messed things up. I swear I have a reason and an explanation for all of this, but please come back. Come back to me because I don't think I can't live without you. I can't stay in this empty cold house. Remember when I told you to come to my home because yours was colder? It was because you were here. Every time you are in my home, it gets warmer and feels like home because home is not home if you are not here with me. I love you, please, never forget th-"
Tears came down her cheeks. All those emotions she was avoiding were out now. She felt pressure in her chest. I felt like the reality hit her hard. She was feeling alone, she was cold, and she needed him yet she knows it is not correct.
Her phone started ringing; Hotch.
She tried to calm herself down. Breathing in and out.
"Hey, Hotch, what's up?"
"You don't have to pretend when you are around me, Y/n," He said.
Hotch knew her very well. He was like a father to her, and Y/n like a daughter to him.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I-I Hotch I- I really don't want to talk about that."
"You don't have to, but please don't pull away just because of the way you are feeling. I know it is your way to defend yourself from the world, but today you got us pretty worried. You know we live in a world where there are not so good people, and we thought. I thought something had happened."
"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention. I swear, I just needed my time alone."
"That's okay, but next time let us know, and I will tell you that I'm here for you, always. You are not alone."
"Thank you, Hotch. It means the world to me."
"Any time, kid."
. . .
After she took a bath and ate her dinner, it seems like she was doing everything on pilot, and maybe that was the truth, but she didn't know what to do.
She sighs and sits in her coach. She couldn't sleep.
Her phone buzzed next to her. Confused, she took it and saw who was calling her; Hotch.
She frowned and answered it. Y/n didn't have enough time to greet her boss when he was already talking. "Did Spencer call you?" He asked. Concerned?
"Yeah, he did, but-"
"Did he tell you to come to the office?"
"No, it was for other reasons. Why?"
"You need to come. Right now."
"Why? Is everything okay?"
"We have a case."
. . .
Y/n drove fast to the Bau, concerned about what Hotch just told her. She parked her car and took her purse out of the vehicle. She saw JJ just got out of her car as well.
"Do you know what is going on?" The blonde one asked.
"No, I thought you did.
Both confused women walked inside. Everyone was there.
"What it is, Hotch?" JJ asked and took a seat next to Emily. Y/n sat next to Penelope, far away from Spencer, who was looking at her in pain. Derek sat in the chair next to him, the one he saved for her, having hope she would take it.
"Spencer," Aaron said, giving the word to the young doctor. Spencer stood up and walked in front of everyone, where JJ usually briefed the team. Giving Y/n a quick look, but she was busy playing with her rings. A little hope grew in him when he saw she was still wearing his.
"I received a strange call today after I-I left Cat in jail. The voice said that my mom was in danger and that I need to protect her, so I brought her here. Hoping I can take care of her while we find the person who wants to harm her."
Y/n knew Diana Reid. She was a beautiful woman, and Y/n loved her. Besides what happened to her and Reid, she felt sorry for him. She wanted to help him.
Reid got out of the conference room and returned one minute after with her mom, who was shy at first, but she smiled when her eyes found Y/n.
"Y/n, it is so lovely to see you. Please come to say hi. I've missed you." Y/n smiled and stood up from her chair and hugged the woman. Spencer smiled at the encounter between the two women he loves the most. "How are you, darling? Look at you. You look absolutely stunning. How is my Spencer treating you?"
She looks over to Spencer, and he just looks at the ground. "I-I'm okay, and everything is okay." She lied.
"Oh darling, I'm glad."
"Mom, I think we have to start working. Do you mind waiting for me?"
She nodded. "Yeah, can I come back to your boss's office?"
"Yeah, please. Follow me." Hotch said, walking with Diana to his office.
Y/n walked where she was before, and Spencer followed her and stood in front of everyone. "Pretty boy, tell us how we can help," Morgan said.
"I-I actually think that we have to take this as a usual case. The profiling an-and everything, but Hotch said that we need to keep eyes close to my mom, and she doesn't trust the agents around, she has to be with someone she has spend time with and, I can't be with her because I need things to do, so-"Spencer looked at Y/n hoping she can understand what he was saying. Everyone looked at her, but she was looking at the ground until she heard nothing but silence.
"Pretty girl, that's your call." Morgan teased.
"Oh yeah, of course."
. . .
After everyone was brief, Hotch came back and told everyone what to do. Y/n had to keep Spencer's mom company and work with the profiling. Everyone was leaving to do their duties, but Y/n and Spencer were the last in the room. Not on purpose, of course.
When Y/n was exiting, Spencer took her wrist. She turned around to look at him with a severe face, and Spencer felt nervous. "I'm sorry, I know you don't want to talk with me, but I really appreciate what you are doing for me after all that has happened between us and-"
"Doctor Reid, I'm not doing this for you if that's what you’re thinking. I'm doing this for her, even though you don't deserve anything from me, and how I said, is for her. She's an amazing woman, and she doesn't deserve any of this, so please don't confuse things. If you excuse me, I have things to do." And with that, she left. Leaving the young doctor with the words in his mouth and with a hurt heart.
Y/n walked the short path to Hotch's office and opened the door. Diana was looking over the window. She turned around and looked at Y/n.
"It seems like we have a girl's day." She said, and Diana smiled.
. . .
Y/n spent almost the whole day with Diana Reid. It was now three in the afternoon. She already delivered the profile but still hasn't got a clue of who the person might be.
Spencer was getting desperate, but every time she saw her mom tried to look the calmest he could. Y/n always exited the room every time he did so.
Diana thought it was to give them space, but they didn't look in love as always. At least Y/n didn't. Spencer always looked at her in that way, trying to capture her attention, but he failed.
She didn't make any comments, but the last time Spencer came into the office, she couldn't stand that anymore. "There's something going on with you and Spencer?" The question took the doctor in surprise.
"Um, no. Everything is okay."
"Darling, you are not a very good liar when it comes to Spencer. What is going on?"
Y/n knew Spencer didn't deserve anything, but she couldn't bring herself to tell his mom the truth. "I don't know. It was just a fight we had earlier. Nothing to worry about."
"I see. I know Spencer can be a little bit of an idiot for being a genius, you know? He never loved anyone in the way he loves you. You are his very first girlfriend. He didn't even talk about any women until he met you, and he couldn't stop talking about you over and over again. I knew you were pretty special, and I know Spencer can sometimes be challenging. I mean, he's a man, after all. What do you expect?" Y/n chuckled. "But I do know that man loves you, and whatever that happened, it has its fix."
So Spencer didn’t told his mom about Maeve?
Y/n wanted to believe her. She tried to think it would be a way to fix things and everything could go back to normal, but she also knew something of its magnitude would be difficult.
"Hey, how are we going here?" Spencer asked. "Y/n um, they need you outside."
"It was fun to talk to you, Diana. I'll see you later."
"Thanks for spending the day with me."
"It was my pleasure." Y/n smiled, and without looking at Spencer, she exited the room.
She walked downstairs where everyone was. "Y/n, Hotch wants you to go where he's right now. The police said they have a witness. Morgan and Prentiss are over there right now." JJ informed.
Y/n nod feeling a strange sensation in her stomach. She took her purse that was on her desk and walked out.
Y/n walked through the parking lot until she found her car and unlocked it. She sat in, closed the door and put her purse in the other seat. When she was about to start the car, someone knocked on her window.
. . .
"Y/n told me you two had troubles." Her mom said. Spencer looked at her with panic in his eyes. "Don't worry. She's too loyal to tell me what you did wrong. But you have to understand she's an amazing woman, and there's no one like her in the world. Besides, she's the only one I like for you. "Spencer lightly laughed and nodded.
"I know, mom. I messed it up." He looked at her with watery eyes.
"Oh hun, come here." She hugged him. "I know it is hard, but I do know she loves you. You should talk to her and tell her how much you love her and that you don't want to lose her. Go, now."
Spencer felt encouraged and walked out of the room, going downstairs where JJ, Emily, Morgan, and Hotch were. No sign of Y/n. He frowned.
"What is going on?" He asked.
"Spence," JJ started talking.
"Don't "Spence" me. What is going on?”
“Y/n got kidnapped.”
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Thoughts on Other Characters
Prim,Haymitch,Effie,Cinna,Finnick,Johanna, Beetee?
Prim: 💔😢 breaks my heart because she was a very giving and loving character and I am still dreadfully sad she didn't make it. But that doesn't lessen the amount of love and respect I had for her. She was wise beyond her years, loved Katniss to pieces, and helped so many people. Prim remains an inspiration.
Haymitch: 😂🍺🔪 is the perfect reluctant mentor. He tries so hard not to get invested in Peeta and Katniss in the first book but he can't help himself. He's a big softie who loves his kids (because in the end I think Peeta and Katniss are as close to having kids as he'll ever get) so much that he can barely keep it together when they have to go back into the arena for Catching Fire. He's a tough old sonofabitch who doesn't use kid gloves or candy coat the reality of the terrible situation they are all in, but he does bring his own brand of humor and love to the situation. Also I live for Haymitchs wise cracks about Katniss. They kill me. 💀
Effie: 👠👗💄I like her a lot. Even though she's stuffy and completely self centered and shallow at first, I think by the second book she grows as a character. She begins to question the practices of the Hunger Games. And in her own way she loves Katniss and Peeta. She doesn't know how to deal with the cognitive dissonance that comes from learning her entire society is built on a lie (that the people from the districts are somewhat less human than people from the Capitol), but she does her best to do her job. You can tell she wants to protect Katniss and Peeta, and she thinks they deserve better than what the Capitol does to them in Catching Fire. I think by Mockingjay Effie realized just how wrong everything was. I like to imagine she found her own way to help rebuild and do better after the war.
Cinna: 👔💔😭 evokes the same feelings that Prim did in me. He was so compassionate, so selfless. He used his influence and talent for good, to fight back against injustice and the Hunger Games. He was such a good friend and mentor to Katniss and I think it's terrible he died. He was incredibly instrumental in helping paint Katniss as a symbol for hope and rebellion. I still deeply feel his loss whenever I read Catching Fire and Mockingjay where he is not present but obviously missed.
Finnick: 🧜♂️😩💔 Is the best at first I thought he was a jerk and a player but then I realized he's actually a sweetheart and a prince character that I've ever read. He has so many layers, victor, rebel spy, love sick young man, ally, friend, and of course noble sacrificer. He is another character that I can't believe didn't get his happy ending. I thought he really freaking earned it too, after all he had been through. I still cannot watch or read about the sewer battle without crying or getting upset. And its been years.
Johanna: 🌲⚔🤨 is just such a badass. I love her. She's incredible. I hate that she got tortured and lost some of her fuck everything and everyone who tries to screw me over attitude after she was captured by the Capitol. But I am happy that she survived the last book and has a chance at living out the rest of her life, finding some peace for herself and no doubt causing more havoc for the people around her.
Beetee: 👓⚡💻 I like him, and I also very strongly disagree with his tactics during the war. I think Beetee is a bit of a mixed bag. I don't think he wanted to kill innocent people with his bombs, or enjoyed it. I think the design aspects and the science of it all was an escape for him. I think he was trying to stay busy and be useful. But its tragic to me that he had (not totally confirmed)a hand in Prim's death.
So yeah 😁 those are my thoughts.
#thg#supporting characters#primrose#haymitch abernathy#effie trinket#Cinna#finnick odair#johanna mason#beetee latier
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big brother to the rescue.
BEN MILLER
TRIPLE FRONTIER. ┃ USEFUL LINKS.
❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! hope you're doing well :) i was thinking about a ben miller fic where when they're in the bar towards the beginning the reader is there with her friends and the boys push benny to talk to her bc he's getting distracted from conversation by her across the place. thanks a ton 💖
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❝ a / n: if you'd like to read a second part, lemme know! don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!
“C’mon, little brother. She’s been looking at you the whole night”. Will says palming his back, after catching him distracted for the third time.
“Go, before I do”. Frankie challenges him with a petty smile, knowing it’s going to be enough to force the boxer to take the step.
Taking a deep, deep breath, finding in that gesture the encouragement he needs, Benny goes straight to you, waiting for the bartender to serve you another beer.
At first, you don’t notice his presence, until the unknown guy stops by your side leaning too over the bar. You two cross your gazes, sharing a soft smile that makes your knees tremble. The blonde looks really good, but for some reason, you have the feeling that he could be an idiot, so when he throws at you one of those horrible pickup lines, you can’t help but roll your eyes.
“I’m gonna give you advice. Don’t hit a girl like that”. You just reply with a chuckle, referring to his words.
“I’m more into hitting men”.
For a second, where you were about to leave with your drink, you squint at him having a sip and trying to understand the meaning of his affirmation.
“I box, professionally”.
“Oh…” You nod your chin, puckering your lips, showing him that this fact doesn’t impress him at all. “Congrats. Good luck in your next fight”.
Not giving him the chance to continue the talk, you come back to your table under the attentive looks of your friends, who are laughing at the poor guy and the gesture on his face. His brothers, on the other hand, have slapped their faces whilst shaking their heads disappointed. As soon as Benny joins him, Santi slaps the back of his neck, causing him to choke in his beer.
“There must be something wrong with my eyes, ’cause I can’t take them off you? Really, Benny? Really?”
The guys are laughing when Pope repeats his sentence, as Will puts an arm over his shoulders. “You’re lucky to have me… Big brother to the rescue”.
Anna nudges you, making you turn on your stool to watch a second guy walking towards you, very secure of himself. The only thing you wanted tonight was to have fun with your friends and seems it’s not going to be an option. Crossing a leg over the other and nailing an elbow on the table, resting your chin on your palm, you force a smirk when he offers you a kind smile.
“Good nights, ladies, sorry to interrupt. William, a pleasure”.
The man holds your free hand without asking for it to stretch it. Firmly. Like only a soldier would do —as your father does. He turns for a second to his friends, laying his oceanic and hypnotic eyes on you with a charming and funny grimace on his face.
“Sorry ‘bout my brother, you know... too many punches”. He has captivated your friends, who are gasping for him and the honeyed tone he’s using, covered by a raspy voice. “He has watched you looking at him and he was nervous, but he’s not a bad guy. Just a little asshole. But he’s worth it, believe me”.
“Okay”. You reply slowly, raising an eyebrow earning your attention little by little.
“He has begged me to not come, but I think you’re too smart to not have a date with him”.
“Your brother was right, you didn’t have to come. And you’re wrong, more or less. I’m very smart, but having a date with him doesn’t seem a very intelligent idea”.
“Got it. But he’ll be waiting for you at seven in Kaleo’s, tomorrow night”. A negative it’s not an option to the soldier, showing you his perfect white teeth in a huge smile clapping his hands before leaving. “Good night, ladies. Have a good time”.
Since last night, you've been debating with your friends if you should go to the date just to prove both men were wrong. Lucy would call you crying if you text her in case the guy is another idiot.
The first test is to see if he'd wait for you, arriving thirty minutes later than the hour William told you. Your heart can't help but race a little when you find the blonde boxer sitting on the hood of a black Mustang, in front of the restaurant. Wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans, he has both legs crossed and his hands laced over his lap. Head bowed down and a sigh escaping his lips as he checks the clock on his wrist. Poor guy, he's thinking you are not going to come.
You send a picture of him to the chat group where your friends are asking you if he's still there and, in less than a second, you receive a bunch of heart emojis from all of them. Keeping your phone in a pocket, as you tuck in your hands too, you begin to walk towards him. Step by step. Taking your time with a soft smirk curving your lips as you come closer and closer. Watching him texting someone too, you roll your eyes, imagining it's to some random chick to hang out with, due you have stood him up. Until you're almost leaning above his shoulder and you see he's texting his brother —who is very interested in knowing if you're there or not. You melt as he replies: “amma wait another thirty minutes, maybe there's traffic”.
“You can say to your brother I'm here”. You whisper into his ear, taking him by surprise and causing the boxer to jump off from the hood.
“Oh, fuck. You scared the shit outta m— Where you readin' my phone?”
“Nah, I've some witch in me”. You lie terrible, feeling goosebumps on your arms when his gesture changes suddenly.
A grin like a Cheshire cat decorates his face, offering you his phone as he pressed the small microphone in the bottom right corner.
“Hey, big brother, I came. I hope you weren't wrong”.
“I'm Ben, by the way”. He introduces himself as keeping his phone in a pocket, to offer you his right hand.
“(Y/N)”. You stretch it then, feeling a little nervous at his touch.
“So, this is the plan. We have a beer, and if you think I'm a freak, you can run away before dinner. No questions, no explanations. You just… leave”.
God, that's really sweet. He's nervous too and you can see in his blue eyes how scared he is if you really decide to disappear.
“Deal”. You accept, tilting your head to the restaurant.
A couple of minutes later Ben is sitting in front of you and the first thing that captivates your attention is the fact that he doesn't put his phone on the table. Living in the technology era, everybody keeps an eye on their devices. Constantly. But he's not like everybody. He wants to talk. Know about you. What you do in your free time, what you do for a living, what unveils you at night… And you talk for hours.
Ben tells you what pushed him to be in the army, why he decided to dedicate his life to boxing and he also jokes about how you could fix him up after his fighting. Something like a plan of the future. Together. As friends —as he points out to not make you feel uncomfortable, thinking that he is forcing you to have a relationship. You also discover that your taste in music and movies are very similar, just like your hobbies. And that makes you think about the fact that William will tell you “I wasn't wrong”.
The boxer gladly takes you home, not stopping your chat even when one of the two of you doesn't know what to say, Benny has shown you in some way he enjoys too much the sound of your voice though —how it goes a little higher when you're excited about something, how your throat vibrates when you laugh. And he's falling in love with the disgusted tic that wrinkles your nose when you don't like something, in a funny gesture.
You would die for staying together a little more, but you have obligations to attend tomorrow and your friends haven't ceased sending your texts asking you how it's going. As Ben stops his car next to your house, you sigh not knowing what to do —if just say bye, thank you, ask for his number, kiss him? Yes, you'd like to kiss him right now, but what does it say about you? Should you wait until the second date?
“Got a fight tomorrow night if you're free”. His proposition pushes you back to reality, turning at him on your seat while resting a shoulder against it. “You can invite your friends, mine will be there”.
“Your brother too?” You ask giggling, noticing the change on his grimace to somewhat underwhelmed because of your interest.
“Yeah, he will come”. Ben mumbles pressing his lips after nodding briefly.
“Ugh… Is he the kind of person who has fun saying I told you?”
Ben's gesture suddenly changes again. The shine in his blue deep eyes reappears and you provoke him a strong laugh when you furrow your nose like he literally adores.
“You've had a good night then?”
“Yes”. You don't hesitate to respond, leaning towards him to press your lips on his cheek with a loud kiss.
“See? He told you”. Ben can't help but make fun of you, earning a soft punch to his shoulder that makes him laugh one more time. “It's in the Holou gym, at seven”.
“Okay, I'll not forget it”. You reply, taking your phone and setting an alarm an hour before starting to have time to get ready. “Good night, Ben”.
“Good night, (Y/N)”.
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Oneshot
Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: Talk of sexual activities and stuff but no smut
Y/N joined the Avengers shortly after the big fight between Tony and Steve. Stark recruited her due to Fury's orders, she used to be under control of Hydra, like Barnes.. All of the Avengers had no problem with her, only one..
''Stupid Rogers!" Y/N shriek as she stares into her bathroom mirror..
Once again, Rogers benched her, because and she quote
'She used to be just like them!'
They were supposed to raid a Hydra facility, and something snapped at Steve's brain when he saw that Y/N was going too.
Y/N sighs, she just gripped the porcelain sink and steadied herself, she was ready to kill Steve, she was so angry.. Y/N just washed her face with the cold water from the faucet, hoping that it'll help ease the anger in her blood.
She exits the bathroom and was greeted by Bucky, he was sitting in her bed.
"Hello Tinman.." Y/N gave Bucky a smile.
"I want to apologize for--"
"You don't need to apologize in behalf of Steve.. I'm cool.."
"Are you really?"
"Yepp!No word of Captain Ass can get to me.."
Bucky crossed his arms, he knew she was lying.. Y/N just awkwardly smiled at him, she walks to her bed and dived in her bed..
"You can leave now, your boyfriend's might be missing you now.."
And in queue Sam and Steve popped up in her door, Steve was furious.. His eyes were fixed to Bucky, while Sam was just smiling slyly..
"Speak of the devils.." Y/N mutters as she gave Steve a deadly glare.
Bucky stood up from her bed and gave the two men a small nod.. Steve was still looking at Bucky but it soon averted to Y/N, she just raised her eyebrow at him.
"Have a fun mission, you two.."
"Will do, Y/N" Sam answered and gave Y/N a smile which she gladly gave back.
"Oh, Bucky!Pouvez-vous s'il vous plaît pousser le capitaine hors de l'avion pour moi?" Y/N spoke in french knowing that Bucky will understand.
Can you please push Captain out of the plane for me?
Bucky just laughs and shakes his head as Sam grabs him and drag him out of Y/N's sight. However, someone still hasn't left and it made her anger bubbled up even more.
"I swear to God if you don't leave, I'll squeeze your kneecaps.." Y/N said jokingly? She was not sure, she might just do that if Steve won't stop his douche ways..
"Cut it out, Y/N.." Steve ordered..
Y/N rolled her eyes, she sashay her way to Steve and move her face closer to his.
"You're not my Captain, you don't get to order me around.."
Y/N was supposed to walk away but was stopped by Rogers hand in her arms.. However, his hands didn't hurt her, his touch was soft and gentle.. Typical Steve..
Always a gentleman..
"I'm the Captain, you'll obliged to me.."
Y/N scoffs as she takes her arm away from him, she looked him deeply in his and saw that there were anger filling his blue eyes.. This guy really hates her..
"And what if I don't?What would you do?Fire me?Spank me?" She sassed but Steve eyes soften and his eyes wander to her body..
Y/N brows furrowed, what was Steve doing? He just stared at her and his cheeks suddenly got flushed.. Di-Did he just imagine what Y/N has said??
"What?" Y/N was weirded out, she hated the eerie silence between them and to top that up he might be imagining sexual things or so she thought..
"Capsicle, let's go!" Stark voice boomed out through the whole tower, it made Steve snap back to reality and he just walks away.
This made Y/N flabbergasted, he walked away just like that.. After the awkward silence and him being flustered, he just walked away with no explanation or whatsoever. Y/N just huffed in annoyance and flops back down to her comfortable messy bed..
What is wrong with Steve?
Days passed and it seems that Y/N is finally at peace, there were no longer eyes watching her.. Yes, Steve has given up.. How does she know? Simple, Steve is now avoiding and pretending she doesn't exist.. Which is fine by her, but there's this small pain in her heart.. She missed Steve acting like a douche..
Y/N mentally slaps herself, she used to complain about Steve always criticizing and annoying her but why is she missing it now? Y/N sighs as she slams her head in the table infront of her. A piercing pain welcomed her as her head hit the table but she ignored it.
"Umm, can I go on with my briefing?" Tony was standing in the middle of the big briefing room..
Y/N put her hands up and gestures an 'okay', she completely forgot that she was sitting with the Avengers in the middle of a meeting..
"Are you okay, Y/N?" Wanda was the first to ask her that, Y/N just let out a groan.. All of them just shared knowing looks and Tony fakes a cough.
"If you want to rest, you can go.." Tony chided..
"Alright.."
Y/N stood up and was almost to the door when Steve's phone suddenly rang, he answered it..
"Sharon?"
This name made Y/N stop, are they together? They look nice together, she hope that they'll break up soon.
"I'll be there.." Steve endes his call and stands up..
"Sorry everyone, I have a date with someone.." He push passed Y/N leaving her heart on the floor..
He has a date? Why is she even concerned about that? She doesn't care, Steve's stupid anyway!
"Wow, Capsicle is going on a date, I'll be damned.."
"And with Sharon?She's nice.." Wanda chirps in..
Meanwhile, Natasha notices Y/N who was dumbfounded and hurt by all the recent events..
"Aren't you gonna go, Y/N?" Nat asked with mischievous eyes wandering to her face..
Y/N put out a fake smile and left, how is she feeling this way? Does she like Steve? She groans as those thoughts eat her alive, maybe she just need a fresh air..
Yes, fresh air..
That's exactly what Y/N needs, she has been cooped up in the tower for weeks now.. She sped up to her room and grab her keys, jackets and Tony's credit card.. He won't mind it, that man is richer than the whole US goverment..
Y/N jogs to the elevator, turns out she's not going to be waiting for the elevator alone.. Steve is right there, also waiting for an elevator so he can go to his fancy date with someone else..
"Fuck.."
Y/N was deep in her thoughts that she didn't realize that Steve was looking at her.. She cleared her throat and walked up to the elevator doors..
"Up or down?" Steve asks making Y/N look at his stupid handsome face.
"Can't you figure it out Sherlock?" She's grumpy and she doesn't care.
"What?" Steve questioned.
"Down!"
"Could've just said that.."
"We're on the fuckin--"
"Language!" The infamous 'language', he's being dramatic as hell.
"Fine!We're on the freaking top floor and your asking me if I'm going up or down?"
"I didn't notice."
"You're just stupid.."
The elevator was taking forever, normally it would be up in a minute but she's been standing her for almost five minutes and the elevator is still a no show.
"This is taking forever, I'm going to take the stairs.." She was going to the staircase when the elevator doors opened..
"You're impatient.." Steve mumbles.
"Asshole.." Y/N mumbles back..
And before she knew it, she's pinned to the floor.. It happend so fast, Steve has pinned her down to the floor.. Their face were only inches apart, it made Y/N blush but she somehow hid it..
"Let me go, Steve.."
"Not until you beg for forgiveness.."
"Beg?Didn't know you had a kinky side, old man.."
Steve got flustered by her words, still he didn't let Y/N go.. She started to fight back by getting the upper hand and overpowering Steve.. Now she's on top, she smirks and inch her face closer to Steve's face.
"Dominant, I like that Cap.."
"Although, next time ask for a girls permission before you go and pin her to the floor.."
Without thinking Steve kissed Y/N, her eyes widen but soon she melted to the kiss. It started out soft but it became rough within seconds.. All of the unsaid feelings were mashed into the kiss.. She was out of breath but she didn't want it to stop.. Steve pulled back and smiled sweetly at Y/N, she was confused but she smiled back..
"You like me back?"
"No shit, Sherlock.." Y/N smiled but instead of Steve saying language he smiles back..
"You're so immature.."
They both laugh as Y/N got up and offered her hand to Steve, he gladly accepted..
"Go, you'll be late for your date..Wouldn't want to keep her waiting.." Y/N shooed Steve away but he just stands there..
"You are my date.."
"Well powder me in sugar and call me a donut.. Was all this planned?" Steve nods and Y/N just shakes her head in disappointment, she interlock her arm to Steve's arm.
"Let's go eat some ribs and steaks, Cap.."
On the briefing room with all the remaining Avengers, they were cheering and celebrating as they watch the two from a surveillance camera.
"Not bad, Cap.." Natasha mumbles as she eats popcorn with Wanda and Bucky.
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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 99) "Shows in Different Country Codes"
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Waiting for the Xanax to kick in that Luna had given him in their uber, Colson's leaned back into his seat. A thousand thoughts swirling through his head as he stares out the airplane's window.
"FUCK... I hate leaving them...." He sighs at the thought of Casie and Luna. "I wonder if she got in touch with that planner Emma gave her..." His mind drifting to their weddings. Being more nervous for EstFest, there's a lot to do just festival wise. "I'm glad no one gave me shit about adding the extra day..." He thinks of the vendors. Sighing again, his mind wanders to a place it tries to never go. "Maybe I should call my dad.... He should probably meet Luna...." His heart worries as the Xanax helps his eyes close.
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Luna lands in Mexico City around 5A. She wanders around the gift shop for a moment, buying a new shirt before making her way outside. It's pouring, so she pulls her Yankees hat on backwards before she hops into a taxi.
Once checked in at The Four Seasons, Luna doesn't know what to do with herself. Ashley's sharing a room with Dom, leaving Luna alone. Lighting a joint, she tries on the shirt she bought. Heading into the bathroom, she stands on top of the toilet to Snap Colson.
Finally crawling into bed, Luna flicks on the TV as she lights another joint. Drifting off to the sounds of Parks and Rec once she's put it out.
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The Bus is parked in the back of the venue, Colson's playing The Knitting Factory tonight. In the back of a cab, he catches the Snap from Luna. Laughing out loud at her once he opens it.
"She's so fucking adorable..." His heart aches for her as he pays for and climbs out of his ride.
Opening the door to their bedroom on The Bus, Colson isn't shocked to find Baze and Sam. He's definitely not pleased though.
"Yo. Wake the fuck up and get outta my bed." He states, kicking the bottom of Baze's foot.
Both of them wake with a bit of a startle. Looking at each other, slightly embarrassed. They like to think they're on The Low but everyone knows about them. Silly Wabbits.
"FUCK man... I didn't think you'd be back till later..." Baze says groggily as he collects himself.
"Clearly, Truck." Colson rolls his eyes with a chuckle as he turns around so they can dress.
Not one to cock block but desperately wanting to lay down, he really doesn't care. He knows Luna will though. As they begin to leave his room, Colson calls out a Yo. They both turn but he talks directly to Sam.
"You know she's a cunt.... I'd get these sheets washed before she gets back." He says with a light warning.
Tired, Sam stares at Colson. She hates that he knows Luna well enough to be right.
"I got it." She responds, uncharacteristically trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.
With his door shut, Colson Snaps Luna back before throwing himself down. Hoping to find her smell, he can only find other people in their bed. Pissed, he rips the blankets, sheets and pillow cases off, throwing them out the door.
Grabbing her pillow and tucking his nose inside his hoodie, he catches her faint scent. Images of Luna dancing in his head as he falls asleep.
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Luna wakes up to a hard banging on her door. It's just after 2P. Touching the empty side of her bed, Luna wishes Colson was with her.
Hating The World, she let's them bang. Finding her phone, there's a Snap from Colson.
"He's such a dirty Motherfucker..." Luna thinks with a grin.
The door still pounding.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I'M COMING!" She shouts as she climbs out of bed.
Winging the door open, it's Ashley and Dom. Impatient fucking Assholes.
"WHY!?!" Luna demands. "Why the FUCK do you need to bang like that?" Luna complains as she let's them in.
"To wake your bitch ass up." Ashley snarks, pushing her way into the room.
"Mornen' Loons." Dom greets her to her silent nod.
"You really are a DICKFUCK sometimes...." Luna says with annoyance.
"Whatever...." Ashley brushes her off. "Got any bud?" She asks, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah.... But it was shoved up my asshole, so do you really wanna smoke it?" Luna deadpans.
"Shut the fuck up." Ashley laughs as she turns to Dom. "She didn't shove it up her ass." She reassures him.
"Oi... Bum smoke is no problem fo me!" Dom responds, making both Girls laugh.
Dom knowing Them well enough to truly understand the nature of their friendship. Rolling one up as Ashley and Luna climb onto the bed together. Luna's ring catching Ashley's eye for the first time.
"HOLY FUCK! WHAT IS THIS!!!" She exclaims as she grabs for Luna's hand.
Admiring the large, sparkling stone, she moves Luna's hand all around as it catches the light. Shining brighter with every different angle. It's definitely NOT a guitar string.
"He picked this out on his own?" She asks in amazement.
"I think Rook might've helped him a little, but yeah... I had nothing to do with it." Luna answers.
"Good job, Kells." Ashley compliments his choice.
Luna, Ashley and Dom burn and chat. Talking about Colson, the ring, what they've both been up to and the upcoming weddings. It feels like forever since The Girls last saw each other. In reality, it's only been three days since the show at The Roxy.
"Alright... We gotta motor. Go shower, we have rehearsal in less then 2hrs. Come meet us in room 202 when you're ready." Ashley directs Luna.
"Alright......" Luna yawns loudly.
She heads into the bathroom as Ashley and Dom close her door behind them. Lighting another joint, she rails three 30s as she gets ready for the shower. Forgetting to Snap Colson back due to her unexpected visitors.
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"Cool..." Colson thinks when he finally opens his door. His angry linen fit is gone from the floor. "Thanks Sam...." His brain grateful even if his actions are sometimes dickish.
Walking to the front of The Bus, everyone's lounging, burning and waiting for him. Plopping down next to AJ, he asks Rook to throw him a bag of chips. Colson nonchalantly munches on them as they all talk about tonight's show. Working on the setlist, he hates when he has to cut Bad Things as he finishes his snack.
"Dawg... Raise that shit to your face!!" Slim hollers at the picture on the bag.
Looking at it, Colson asks "What like this?" Lifting it up just under his nose.
The entire Bus erupts into laughter. It fits so perfectly. Colson tosses his phone to Slim.
"Here, take a picture.... We'll see if this is wedding acceptable." He laughs.
Tossing it back after he takes one, Slim laughs out a Definitely Not as Colson shoots Luna a Snap asking the same question. Colson shrugs with amusement... You never know with Loons.
"We ready to fuck this day up?" He asks as he begins to lead the rest of them off of The Bus.
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Throwing on jeans, with a band T and flannel, Luna has her hair up. Red bandana securing it. Only having one pair of contacts left, she chooses to wear her glasses. The sun being her eyeballs mortal enemy today.
In the front seat of an uber with Ashley and Dom, her phone goes off. It's another Snap from Colson.
What the SHIT!!" Luna can't contain her thoughts or laughter. "Look at this crazy Asshole!!" She laughs.
Screenshotting the Snap before passing it to the backseat. Both of them erupt into laughter also.
"Oi. E wears it so well!!" Dom laughs.
"No... No, he doesn't. He looks like a fucking pornstar." Luna laughs as she takes back her phone.
"Pornstache!!" Ashley laughs out loudly to Luna's hysterical agreement.
Catching the older driver's amused eyes, Luna shows him. Bursting out laughing, he agrees... Yes, I'm sorry but Your Boyfriend Looks Like a PornStar. Tickling Luna's funny bone to the core.
"FUCKING JOHNNY WADS!!!!" She shouts, turning in her seat to look at Ashley before she Snaps Colson back.
She's referring to one of the pioneering PornStars of the 70s. John Holmes. Huge cock. 15 inches... If not more. A wild and extremely violent true story. The two of them watching the movie dozens of times as teenagers. Amongst many others.
Even with with one's own solid influences, false advertisements are still intriguing. Filling their young, rebellious souls. Recommending the fucked up movie to anyone who loves drugs, violence, Val Kilmer and unhappy endings.
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"Oooh.. Christ!!! You better hope not, Phoebe!!" Ashley laughs.
"Fuck you... I'd be a Smelly Cat BEFORE a fucking SHARON!!!" Luna flicks her off with a laugh and a grin.
Dom chiming in to sing Smelly Cat as they step out of their cab and head into the venue to rehearse for the Awards Show. The Girls singing along with him.
"Wait... What are we doing and why are we in Mexico again?" Luna asks, slightly confused.
"It's the MTV Latin Millennial Awards." Ashley answers as if Luna's supposed to just get it.
"Annnnnd....?" She leads.
"And I'm nominated and performing. They requested Without Me and Nightmare so you HAVE to be here." She teases Luna while draping her arms around her shoulders from behind.
"But we're not Latina....?" Luna's still confused.l
"Dude... I don't know. I just played the Brazil one a few weeks ago. Without Me is a nominee for Global Hit... Maybe that's why." Ashley shrugs. "We've got more important things to worry about. I want us do some choreography with four dancers."
"You fucking what?" Luna asks in bewilderment.
Ashley has her at an Award Show in Mexico and now she wants her to dance like some fucking pop star. She's gotta be out of her God Damn mind.
"Yeah!!! It'll be fun!! Come meet the girls." Ashley says with a grin as she pulls Luna along.
"Fuck my stupid fucking life...." Is all Luna can think.
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Colson is rehearsing with The Boys. Deciding to take a Burn&Board Break, they head out back. Reaching into his pocket, he finds a Snap from Luna.
Laughing at her smart ass response and missing her voice, he calls her. It rings straight through. Colson can't resist leaving her a voicemail.
🎶Off that fat ass//Imma do a line or two//Before we//Have our own private shoot//Where I//PornStar Fuck//The shit outta you//Be ready//When you come back//Boo//Cuz it's//Only Bad Things//That we do🎶
Laughing after he finishes, he shouts "LOVE YOU, KITTEN!! CALL ME!" before hanging up.
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Luna's BackStage as Ashley and Dom sit in the audience. She's trying not to freak out over the performance Ashley wants to pull off. Even with Patti making her take ballet and gymnastics, Luna is not a dancer. She's a musician, a songwriter, a photographer, a painter, a sculptor. An artist. You could even call her an activist, a feminist, a bitch and an outlaw. What you can not call her is a professional dancer.
"This is gonna be a fucking shit show...." She worries as she hears Ashley's name called. "OH FUCK!! SHE WON!!!" Luna's brain bursts. Any other thoughts disappearing with the excitement for her bestfriend.
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Catching up in the dressing room they're sharing, Luna congratulates Ashley with a tight hug. Popping into the bathroom while Ashley puts on her first outfit, Luna shoots Colson a Snap. Not paying attention to her voicemail as she comes out of the bathroom. She always has an unchecked voicemail.
"Change. We're on next." Ashley instructs her, pointing to the latex and chain garments sitting on a chair.
Wiggling into the tight pieces, Luna checks herself out in the stand up mirror. Her outfit consisting of a latex crop top, VERY small booty shorts with metal chains dangling securely around the hips, fishnets and a pair of Docs. Ashley has the exact same thing on under what looks like a 1980's prom dress.
"You know I'm keeping these right?" Luna asks as she slides her hand up her smooth ass.
"Yeah, I figured..." Ashley laughs as a tiara is placed on top of her head.
"See you out there, Miss 2019." Luna smiles, referring to the sash Ashley's wearing as she makes her way out the door.
Luna double checking herself before following behind. Thinking about Snapping Colson again, she decides to wait. He loves the feel of latex and she'd rather show him in person.
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Colson's phone goes off just as he's about to silence it. It's Luna.
"Fuck, she's gorgeous...." He thinks staring at her picture. Wanting to put his hands on every inch of the bare skin she's showing. More so on the parts she's not.
"Yo!!! You gotta go!!" Ashleigh hollers at him.
Walking quickly down the hall, Colson Snaps Luna back before heading OnStage. Grabbing his guitar, he shouts to the crowd WHAT UP EST FAM!!!! making the factory explode in excitement.
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Ashley presents Without Me almost as a performance piece. Standing alone OnStage in her pretty dress, sash and tiara initially until black, shadowy figures begin to push and pull at her. By the end of the song, they've ripped the gown off of her. Leaving her on the floor.
The lights go down as the opening chords to Nightmare come on. Ashley running to the MainStage to meet Luna. It's a long runway with a large circular stage at the bottom.
Luna and Ashley bounce in between the four similarly dressed dancers. Ashley kicking her leg out high as she begins.
🎼I!🎶
She shouts the opening chorus as the two of them run, bounce and jump down the straight away towards the camera. Of course it's being televised. Stopping MidStage, the dancers squat down. Surrounding them as Luna hits her mark.
🎶I'm out for blood//And it won't be sweet🎶
She sings, dragging her hands around her body as the dancers and Ashley tilt their heads back and forth to the beat. On que the six of them stalk to the center of the stage, Ashley and Luna in the middle. Back to back the dancers pull at them as Luna bellows.
🎶Society has us//Pinching our skin//With our own fingers//Wishing we could//Cut our parts off//With some scissors🎶
None of their performances together are the same but they do carry similar tones. Luna and Ashley still mocking each other about Giving Each Other A Smile. Instead of jumping wildly, they move in sync with the dancers to their sides. Fire exploding as they drop out and let the audience shout that WE DON'T OWE YOU A GOD DAMN THING!
The six of them sit down on the ground, sat behind the other like a human train. Leaning forwards and backwards as Ashley sings how she's No Sweet Dream But A HELL Of Night. Standing up and collectively circling around Luna and Ashley, the dancers move behind them as Luna comes in again.
🎶No, I won't smile//But I'll show you my teeth//And I might let you breathe//If you just let Us be//We've been polite//But we're done with this trend//Of men thinking//They can tell Us//What we can do in our beds🎶
Rolling their hips and hitting different moves together on certain lyrics, the choreography isn't nearly as awful as Luna had anticipated. Fire bursting around them as they squat and move easily with the dancers. The performance rolling smoothly.
"Thank you, Mexico City!! Thank you for having us. Thank you for the honor of my award..." Ashley shouts to the crowd as the song begins to come to it's end.
Luna comes up to Ashley, putting her arm around her. Looking at each other, Luna turns back to the room.
"Yes!! Thank you!! This woman here is AMAZING!! Can you do one thing for her? On this last verse can you go WILD!?!" Luna asks to their roars. "THEN, HERE WE GO!!!!"
Ashley and Luna sing together strong and fierce. Fire and lights exploding around them. Fuck the choreography, they're fully enjoying losing their minds OnStage together. To their credit, the dancers are completely professional and stay on point. Somehow managing to avoid crashing into the Maniacal Girls
🎶I!//KEEP A RECORD//OF THEIR WRECKAGE//AND THEIR LIES//WE'RE STARTEN' TO WEAPONIZE//OUR POWERFUL MINDS//THEY TALK SHIT//BUT//WE WON'T TAKE IT//THIS TIME//AND//THEY'LL FINALLY REALIZE🎶
Coming together again, arms linked around each other and the dancers waists, The Girls yell in unison with a wave.
"THAT WE'RE NO SWEET DREAM BUT WE'RE A HELL OF A NIGHT!!! THANK YOU AGAIN, MEXICO CIIIIITYYYY!!!"
The two bestfriends laughing and holding hands as they walk OffStage. Thanking and complimenting the dancers along their way.
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"THROW THOSE HORNS UP AND SIIINGIIING!" Colson shouts as he grips the mic, guitar hanging from his body.
🎶Woah, Woah//She said//You need to let me go//Woah, woah//She said I'd die for you//You're like my drug//But I can't get high off you//You're not mine anymore🎶
His Est Family erupting with him as they sing along word for word Let You Go with him. There is NOTHING like thousands of people singing your words along with you.
The Band runs through El Diablo and Rap Devil. Colson climbing onto the top of Rook's kit hitting a guitar solo during Alpha Omega. Bad Motherfucker follows with them finally ending on 27.
It's a great show. The Boys are raw and fearless. Colson jumping and climbing on everything he can find. Shouting THANK YOU, IDAHO! as they exit the stage.
Without Luna there Colson feels a bit lost. Heading straight BackStage, avoiding his dressing room. Grabbing a beer, he slams a shot with The Crew. Random Girls floating in around them. Falling all over themselves to get to Rook, Slim, AJ, Baze and Colson.
Sam is sitting on a couch between Colson and Baze talking about tonight's show, if anyone's heard from Luna and other random stuff. It's when two girls slither over, each perching themselves on the arm rest next to one of the boys. Touching them to get their attention.
Sam looks left. Then Sam looks right. Reaching in her back pocket, she pulls out her blade. Popping it, she looks back and forth between the two females again.
"I'd get the fuck up if you cunts like your tits." She states with a snarl.
The two quickly moving away as Colson laughs. Sam and Luna truly are two peas in a pod. Looking over he catches Baze kiss Sam's cheek. It makes him miss his LunaTic even more.
"Knock it off." He tells them. "If I'm not getting any, neither are you motherfuckers. Now, let's get FUCKED UP!!" Colson declares as he grabs a bottle of Jack.
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Luna's doing the same. Only in Mexico with Corona and Mezcal. Sitting at an After Party with Ashley, Dom, the boys from BTS and a few other artist, they bullshit and talk about the night. Everyone stopping to congratulate Ashley on her win and compliment both Girls on their performances.
"You won't eat the worm..." Ashley dares Luna as she swigs the bottle with the little guy floating inside.
"Nothing happens if you do...." Luna blows her off.
"Yes hunh.... You start trippen'. Isn't that right, Luis?" She asks as she turns to one of the other artist.
"For dayyys, Mami..." He drawls.
Rolling her eyes, Luna takes the last of the fifth to the head. The other's watching with wide eyes as the worm slides down her throat with it.
"We'll see... But I call bullshit." Luna states.
"Aye..." Luis nudges Ashley. "She's no gallina." He says impressed to her nod.
"Nah, mucho perra." Luna counters to his surprise.
"Aye...." He grins with his own nod, amused by the tiny white girl.
The music is loud as smoke and Mezcal continue to flow. Everyone is drunk. Ashley tries to follow with Dom as Luis teaches Luna to salsa. Politely declining his advances as his hand slips from the small of her back down to her ass.
"I'll be back...." She calls over her shoulder as she goes to check her phone.
There's a Snap from Colson hours ago.
Both sets of Luna's cheeks instantly flush when she reads his words. Missing him, she calls instantly.
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"Hi, Bunny...." Her voice is low and warm when he answers.
"Oooh, Kitten. I miss you." He sighs.
"Me too... I miss your face. And your eyeballs. And your hands on my body. The way they run threw my hair when I suck your cock..."
Colson's dick had perked up at the sound of her voice but her words have him full on hard now. Wanting to fuck her, touch her.... Shit, just seeing her right now would probably make him cum.
"Where are you?" He demands
"I don't know.... Somewhere in Mexico?" She answers.
"Find somewhere alone and FaceTime me right back." He tells her firmly.
"Okay." She simply says as she hangs up.
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Luna heads towards the stairwell. Popping in her air pods, she FaceTime's Colson right back.
Colson had made his way into a bathroom while they were off the phone. Answering, he can't help but break out into a smile.
"Hey, Gorgeous... You alone?" He asks after greeting her.
"Mhmm... Just me and your pussy." She coos. "She's lonely without you...."
"Show her to me." Colson taunts as he adjusts his phone on the bathroom sink and unbuckles his pants. Both of them are drunk and horny.
Luna props her phone against the wall across from her. Standing up, she slips off the black jean shorts she has on. Sitting on them, she drops her left leg on the step below and lifts her right to the one above. Spreading her legs for Colson. Only a screen and Luna's black panties separating them.
"I want you to touch her." He requests as he starts to pull on his hard cock.
Luna can see him playing with himself through the phone. Obliging him, she pulls the cotton to the side. Exposing her bare lips. Opening them for him to see her pink insides. Colson tugs harder on himself as Luna slips her fingers inside her sopping cunt. Letting out a low moan as she arches her back.
"That's right, Kitty... Play with my pussy. Rub that clit with your thumb the way I know you like." He directs her.
Following directions, Luna uses her free hand to yank the Japanese Star Wars shirt she has on up. Exposing her full breasts. With her fingers still inside of herself, she grips one tit. Playing with it's piercing between her thumb and index finger. The sight of his ring on her hand makes Colson rage even more.
"Does that feel good?" He pants as he watches her, feeling close to exploding.
"Unh hunh.... She moans with closed eyes as she bucks against her own hand. "Be better if my mouth had your cock in it." She lets out with another moan, she's close too.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you can't fucking walk by time I'm done with you." Colson threatens to Luna's delight as he grips the sink.
With Colson's deep voice wrapping around her brain and the memory of his touch hitting all her senses Luna cries out for him as they masturbate for each other.
"AHHHH FUCK! DO IT, LOONS!!" He shouts as his dick shoots his seed everywhere, keeping his eyes glued to the screen.
Luna's spread eagle as she finger fucks herself on the steps. Bucking wildly as her hands please her body. Cumming all over herself as Colson watches in pleasure.
Out of breath, Luna opens her eyes. "Fuck, C....." Is all she can get out as her knees fall together.
"Lemme see her one more time.... Bring her close." He instructs.
Opening her legs back up, Luna pulls her phone up to her box. She can hear Colson telling her pussy that She's A DIRTY Girl. Looking down when she hears him making kissing noises, all she can see is his lips. He's kissing his phone screen.
"Are you trying to kiss my fucking vagina?" Luna asks with a drunken laugh.
"Damn right I am." He grins.
"I fucking love you." She laughs again as she shakes her head.
"Not as much as I love you. Now put your fucking pants back on before I have to kill someone." He smirks.
Doing as she's told, Luna slips her shorts back on over her soaked panties. Staring at each other, both of their heads are dancing in ecstasy.
Luna and Colson sit on the phone for another 45mins just talking. About anything and everything as usual. Luna telling him about the choreographed performance. Colson chuckling, saying He'll Be Finding It On YouTube to Luna's Fuck. Agreeing to meet in Seattle tomorrow, they exchange sweet Love and I Miss Yous before hanging up.
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"Jesus fucking Christ, that girl can make me cum from ANYWHERE!" Colson thinks as he walks out of the bathroom contently.
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"Holy cock on a cracker...." Luna sighs to herself. "That fucking voice gets me every time...." She thinks as her heart throbs for her Lover.
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Still on the same continent, they both head back to their respected parties separately. Colson eventually moving his party to The Bus. Luna moving her's back to The Four Seasons.
He'll ride through the night while she'll fly out tomorrow. Bringing Dom and Ashley with her.
Even apart, they're still on each other's minds. Even with shows in different country codes, they still mange to fuck only each other.
Truly showcasing A Day In The Life of a LunaTic and Her Gunn.
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To be continued.....
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Will Byers is Gay: The Evidence So Far
With the release of Stranger Things 3, there has been a lot of discussion kicked up about the character of Will Byers and his sexuality (or lack thereof). I've seen a lot of takes about what "it's not my fault you don't like girls" was intended to mean, many of which seem to take it in isolation, so I wanted to make a post putting it into what I think is its proper context; not an isolated incident, but the latest carriage in veritable train of queer themed language and imagery that has followed Will Byers since episode one of season one, and before that. You ready? Alright, let's go.
Season Zero: the Montauk Files
Before Stranger Things became Stranger Things, it was called Montauk. Like many would-be show makers, the Duffer Bros put together a "show bible" describing the premise, setting, tone, and characters of the show they intended to make. Like many shows, a lot of these ideas changed or were lost on their way to the screen, but it's always worth looking into their original concepts. Here is their description of Will Byers in the Montauk show bible:
Obviously, the major whammy there is in the first line "sexual identity issues." But there are some other interesting notes, like his "colorful clothes" that you might want to keep a lookout for on your next rewatch. Now, onto...
Season 1
The thing to pay attention to regarding Will in season 1 is in the language used to refer to him when he is not present (which he isn't for most of the season).
Episode 1: the subject of bullying comes up right away in the conversation between Joyce and Hopper. "The kids, they're mean. They laugh at him, laugh at his clothes, call him names." "What's wrong with his clothes?" "I don't know!" This harkens back to the Montauk show bible, but it's arguable, since it's never made clear what about his clothes draws ire.
She also mentions that he is "sensitive," "not like most," and that his dad said he was "queer" and called him a "fag." Hopper asks "is he?" to which she replies "He's missing is what he is!"
Episode 3: Troy says he's not missing, he's dead. "Probably killed by some other queer."
Episode 4: Troy, again "Will's in fairyland, flying around with all the other little fairies, all happy and gay."
Sensitive, queer, fag, fairy, and gay are all used to describe Will in season 1, but perhaps more notable is the fact that they aren't used to describe anyone else. If the show were truly period accurate, let's be real; the whole party would've been called queers on a pretty regular basis, because "queer" doubled as a generic insult back then. But in season 1, these words are only ever used in relation to Will, with one exception; in episode 6, Steve says to Will's brother, "I used to think you were queer." So it's not even an active accusation in that moment; it's used in the negative.
Hell, Troy walked up to Lucas mockingly proposing to Mike and proclaiming his love for him, and he still didn't call them queers. That language is reserved for Will.
Now granted, most of these are used as insults by characters who don't like Will, but still; as a writer, if you want your audience to remember something, repetition is an excellent way to embed it in their minds. There's a reason for the specificity of language surrounding Will, and a reason that language keeps coming up over and over and over again.
Season 2
Season 2 retires much of the homophobic language used to insult Will, replacing it with "Zombie Boy." The only homophobic language used in season 2 is the word "faggot," used by Billy's father to refer to Billy, who expresses a clear interest in women (and an arguable interest in one particular man, but that's the subject of another post).
Still, there is an arguable bit of queer theming in Will's conversation with Jonathan regarding the benefits of being a "freak" and how normal people never accomplish anything. Jonathan even invokes bisexual icon David Bowie to make Will feel better about his "freakishness."
The clearest piece of queer theming for Will in season 2 comes in episode 8, in this beautiful speech from Joyce to Possessed Will:
"When you turned eight, I gave you that huge box of crayons, do you remember that? It was 120 colors. And all your friends got you Star Wars toys, but all you wanted to do was draw with all your new colors. And you drew this big spaceship, but it wasn't from a movie. It was YOUR spaceship; a RAINBOW Ship, that's what you called it. And you, you must have used every color in the box. I took that with me to Melvald's, and I put it up. I told everyone who came in, 'My son drew this.' And you were so embarrassed, but I was so proud. I was so, so proud."
This is one of the most powerful memories of her son that Joyce has, an image so strong and distinct that she uses it to invoke his true identity against the monster that is slowly subsuming him. She notes very specifically that it's not something he copied, but something that came entirely from Will himself, an image that she felt represented him so perfectly that she took it with her to work and proudly touted it as his to everyone she knew. The Rainbow Ship is Joyce's picture of her son's very heart, and surely I don't need to explain to you how powerful a piece of queer imagery the rainbow is.
Some subtextual stuff; in episode 9, when the girl asks Will to dance, he stammers "I... I don't..." and only goes to dance with her when Mike literally pushes him towards her.
During the final montage, the scene cuts to different characters in time with appropriate lines from the song: "every move you make" cuts to Mike and El (as he is teaching her to dance), "every vow you break" cuts to Nancy dancing with Dustin (as she technically cheated on Steve with Jonathan), "I'll be watching you" cuts to Lucas dancing with Max (as she has playfully called him 'stalker' all season). What line cuts to Will? "Every smile you fake," specifically on the word fake, while Will dances with a girl wearing this expression:
That is not a real smile, that is not a comfortable boy, and that is not an accident; Noah Schnapp is one of the best actors in the entire show, and of the young boys, he is the one the Duffers trust most to do dramatic heavy lifting.
Do you want it to be a little more explicit? Okay, here is that scene in the script:
I mean, that pretty much speaks for itself. It's less explicit in the actual show, but it's still there, you know?
Season 3
And now, the biggest and most explicit thing to date; The Scene. I mean, you could discuss the obvious subtext in the simple fact that Will is the only male main character who has yet to find a girlfriend or express any interest in girls whatsoever, but that pales in comparison to The Scene.
The setup for The Scene is pretty simple; after declaring "a day free of girls" in order to get his friends to run the D&D campaign he's probably spent a significant amount of time creating, his friends have blown him off to continue bemoaning their girl troubles, so Will has decided to leave. Mike, realizing too late that he has genuinely upset his friend, chases after him to try and get him to come back.
A back-and-forth argument ensues, where Will accuses Mike of ruining the party and abandoning his friends in favor of girls, and Mike, in the heat of the moment, responds with "It's not my fault you don't like girls!" After which, everything stops. There is a full second of silence, and a close up on Noah Schnapp's face so you can take in his reaction.
There is a lot to unpack here. Now, acting is up to interpretation to a degree, but to me, that expression conveys two primary emotions; shock, and betrayal. That face says "how could you?" Because here's the thing; regardless of what Mike does or doesn't know about Will's sexuality, Mike knows for a fact that Will has been called a queer all his life by everyone from his school bullies to his own fucking dirtbag father. By invoking even the specter of that, Mike has crossed a fucking line, and he knows it. And we know he knows it, because he immediately backtracks and tries to mitigate the damage. But it's too late. The damage has been done.
I also think there is a tinge of fear in that image. Just a moment of soul raking panic that pretty much every closeted queer person knows intimately. It's very brief. But I think it's there, if you look.
This scene sends Will into an emotional tailspin that culminates in him tearing down the literal last bastion of his childhood in a fit of sorrow and rage. His innocence has been destroyed. He cannot regain what he has lost, and he can never go back to the way things were before. This is the emotional climax of his arc for season three. It's a powerful one-- shame it comes in the third of eight episodes, but that's neither here nor there.
And that's pretty much it for now. Any one of these things taken in isolation could be very easily dismissed, but here's the thing; they aren't isolated incidents. They are part of a clear and consistent pattern, one that goes all the way back to the show's inception, before even one minute of footage was filmed. And this pattern points to one very obvious conclusion; the Duffer Brothers have always intended, and continue to intend, for Will Byers to be gay.
Now, for the obvious question; why haven't they made it explicit yet?
The answer is as unfortunate as it is obvious; I don't know.
It's entirely possible that there is some external force that the Duffers have to answer to that is preventing them from actively pursuing this particular storyline. This happens all the time in Hollywood, and it could be anything from Netflix to Noah Schnapp's parents to Noah Schnapp himself just being uncomfortable with it. Many are the creators who dream Big Gay Dreams only to run into the horrors of our Forced Hetero Reality. If the Duffers ultimately submit to these pressures, I hope you won't be too hard on them. This shit is harder than you think to get to the screen sometimes.
But it's also possible that they just aren't ready for it yet. That they have been saving this for a future storyline, that they just want their characters (and the actors) to get a little older before they pursue this particular storyline explicitly, but they've been busily laying groundwork for it so that anyone paying attention will know it's coming.
I don't know. Only time will tell for sure.
For now, I can tell you this; I see a great deal of evidence that the Duffers still intend for Will to be gay, and precisely zero that they have changed their minds.
I hope that holds true.
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