#fuckin valerie with a y
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*cries into the void bc i just want to feel loved+wanted+desired and the only person who sort of made me feel that way left me for a girl with a stupidly spelled name*
#fuckin valerie with a y#that’s the second stupidly spelled white girl he’s dated#like I miss him but I more miss feeling wanted and desired#like I was fun to be around#he made me feel like I was actually someone worth being around#they say it usually takes abt six months to get over someone#june I am waiting for you#it’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to#I just miss feeling like I was worth being around#I miss feeling wanted#I also haven’t had a good fuck in two years#the last decent fuck was over a year ago#my spouse will invite everyone he knows except me to the dnd game he plays
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Duvet
Part 1
This is my first post ever and i don’t know how to use this site well so ill add the warnings here and since billy is in this story i am in no way shape or form romanticizing abuse, alcohol addiction, toxic families. This is a story I’ve been wanting to write and by all means give me advice! Thank you
“Shit shit shit shit!” were the first words out of your mouth trying to rush and slap on clothes. You weren’t late to school if anything you still had enough time to eat breakfast and take the bus but you of all people knew how impatient Billy can be. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror checking your outfit mom jeans, blue tank too over a white shirt and Billy’s jean jacket on top and if you were to sniff hard enough you can smell his cologne Davidoff Cool Water.
“Y/N!!” You rolled your eyes as you put on your butterfly necklace “WHAT?!” It was too early in the morning to deal with your mom especially when she’s sober. Your door slams open and your mom starts barging in with furious face
“Why did i get a call from officer Hopper telling me he picked you up drunk from a party?!” Snitch….he promised he wouldn’t tell her
“Mom your acting like something bad happened. Besides shouldn’t you be happy i made it in one piece?”. You sat on the edge of the bed to put on your white shoes she didn’t care you came home drunk last night she wouldn’t even care if you came home at all to be honest she is just upset that Hopper called. The more she talked the more she started fuming “You know that i don’t like cops involved with anything Y/N you know that!” You started looking around for your backpack
“And you think i don’t know that? I keep telling him to buzz off and to mind his own business but OBVIOUSLY-“ a honk interrupts you as you find your backpack and finally get to escape this conversation “I got to go bye!”. You rush out the room to not keep Billy waiting “Y/N may that be the last time i hear from him again! Do i-“ you slam the front door a smile spreads on your face as your eyes spot Billy white shirt button up half way with those blue denim jeans that make every girls head turn leaning on his blue chevrolet camaro. You run up and jump in his arms “Hey baby you that excited to see me?” He leans down to kiss you “Yes! Now come on lets go my mom is throwing a tantrum over last night.” He opened the passenger door for you as you buckled your seatbelt in he gets in and starts the car “Why does he even care if you were drinking? Damn perv must have a thing for you.” You pushed his arm while giggling “Ew no! Ever since he arrested my dad his been trying to look after me it’s annoying”. Last night Billy and a couple of friends from the basketball team went to a bar to see if we can get some drinks that won’t ID us and low and behold Billy got hammered and started to pick a fight with one of the bar patrons which got the cops involved. Hopper ended up being called and once he saw u were there he sent everyone home for the night and forced asked to give you a ride home seeing Billy intoxicated. “The whole car ride he was lecturing me until i had to throw up” you laughed at the memory “Yea about last night” you got nervous remembering the whole reason Billy got into a fight at the bar. “You know i was just trying to protect you and that fucking idiot had it coming right” he was throwing side glances at you while you looked down and nervously messing with his jean jacket buttons “Yea i know Billy” last night one of the bar patrons was just having a normal conversation with you but Billy didn’t like that he thought the guy was being to touchy feely so he hit him and a fight broke out. “Look at me” he grabbed your chin to meet his face “Good girl” he kissed your lips and lets you go “Come on move your ass before we’re fuckin late”
As you enter your first class you notice people stopped talking and started whispering as you walk over to your friend Valerie. Ah yes Valerie Cairns. If words can describe her ill say she is the personification of that small voice in your head that tells you to “don’t do it” when your doing something stupid or if “I told you so” was a person. She is always judging observing people picking them apart with her clear brown eyes and if that wasn’t enough miss princess comes from money so she is always prim and polished. She can’t leave her house without her hair done, black jean skirt must be knee length WITH leggings (her fathers rules), and today a pink and black stripped polo. Why she hangs out with someone like me? Who knows she won’t even tell me.
“What the fuck is that about?” You look over your shoulder putting your stuff down “You mean you haven’t heard?” Valerie looked shocked but you didn’t notice that trying to sit down “No I don’t keep up with ‘guess which cheerleader got knocked up’ series” huh good one y/n “You shouldn’t worry about it just some stupid rumor going around about someone getting caught smoking in the restroom” if you payed attention to Valerie you would have noticed she said that too quickly like she was covering up something, but you didn’t because all you could think of was about last night.
Before the bell can ring the loony toons Gossamer busts in with his hellfire club shirt, denim vest over his leather jacket, and a dark brown mane you secretly envied. You never really talked to ‘Super Super SUPER Senior’ Eddie Munson not because you cared for your reputation ,Being labeled as Billy Hargrove’s gf ruins that already, but rather you had nothing in common plus his stupid speeches during lunch are annoying. Mrs Williamson comes in when the bell rings taking attendance “Mr. Munson you finally decided to show up? I hope you know that if you skip 3 more times you will fail this class.” The whole class snickered “And good morning to you too Mrs. Williamson” his smile drops once she turns around “bitch” he said it below a whisper. You snorted but cover your face when Mrs. Williamson turns back around “Something funny Miss Y/l/n” someone is in irritable mood today, who pissed in her coffee this morning? “Nothing Mrs. Williamson i just sneezed” you throw in a innocent smile to make it believable. bitch. She has a stern face then looks at the rest of the class “Listen class today we will be working on a anecdote of famous leaders that i will assign you. This project will be for a major grade and you will be in a partners of 2 only do i make myself clear.” The whole class drags a yes. Just as you turn to Valerie to get started “No Y/n you will not be working with Miss.Cairns” you quickly looked at her confused “Why not?” Both you and Valerie say in the same time “So Cairns can do all the work meanwhile you talk her ear off? No i don’t think so” she gives you a smile and you don’t know if you should be heated or creeped out. “You will work with Munson so that way you two HAVE to actually do some work” you and Eddie make eye contact…..fuck im failing this project.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#billy hargrove#billy hargrove x reader#stranger things#eddie munson x female character#billy hargrove x female reader#warning
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break my heart [part one]
pairing: leo west x reader
warnings: 18+ themes, mild makeouts, alcohol, swearing
word count: 3861
I don’t like the heat. I know I don’t like the heat, and more importantly, so do my loving friends. The weather app on my phone said it was going to be a hot day today. And still, my friends have lugged me out onto the streets of São Paulo to explore the city’s exciting nightlife. But it’s so hot. Why is it so fucking hot?
“Oh, come on! Have fun!” Shouted my best friend, May, over the dulled thumping of music inside the club. I squeezed her hand and nodded at her as I stood in line with our group. Her petite form was covered in glitter, only small bits of black holographic fabric covering her most sensitive areas.
I admired her fearlessness and authenticity, and hoped that if I kept her around long enough I could gain those qualities too. My theory was proving to be true as I was currently beside her in a matching bikini set, glitter all over my eyes.
“I just want you to let loose for once. You deserve to have a good time, Y/N.” She reached and held my face with both of her hands.
“I’m having a good time. I’m just not a dancer, that’s all.” I smiled at her as she rolled her eyes at me and swayed her hips to the muted music, her hand moving to hover in front of my face.
“You’re paused.” She bobbed her head to the beat as she held the halt signal to my face. I almost snorted as I chuckled at her audacity.
“Well this is rude—“
“Paused.” She insisted, this time closing her fingers as though to close my lips. I sighed in defeat and stared at her in silence. “I am in charge of you tonight. Okay?”
“It’s hot.” I groaned as I let my armpits air out.
“I know, you don’t like heat.” She rolled her eyes and started to fan my face. “Listen to me, now. I do not care!”
She punctuated her sentence with claps in my face.
“If you letting loose means that I have to claim ownership over you tonight, so be it.” She continued, ignoring the grumpy frown easing onto my face. “If I say shot, you’re taking a shot. If I say dance, you’re dancing. If I say, ‘Hey, Y/N, go kiss that hot fuckin’ Brazilian babe’, you’re going to go kiss that hot fuckin’ Brazilian babe!”
“I hear what you’re saying,” I started, holding my finger up to her. May tilted her head and gave me a warning look before smacking my finger out of the air. “But—“
“No, you’re mine. Shut up.” May’s stern look was final, and so was my fate.
It wasn’t long until we were let inside the busy club. After all, my friends are a couple of hotties. May has her rave-girl, space babe vibe. And then there was Matt, a beautiful ginger tattoo-artist, and that says everything. Next up was Valerie, a school teacher by day and a total dommy-mommy by night. And lastly you have me—and we all know how stunning I am. And although we’re all collective balls of unhealed trauma, we sure don’t look like it!
May led the group, holding onto my hand forming a chain between the four of us, Valerie and Matt following behind. Never being one for a graceful entrance, my shoelace untied and got caught underneath someone’s foot, tripping me up. I gripped onto the closest thing next to me to cushion my fall, and was absolutely mortified when I looked up. I sat on my knees, hands gripped onto a mans hips, his crotch in front of my face. The stranger grinned at me as I sat in embarrassment on the floor before holding his hand out for me. I accepted it and dusted myself off, pulling down my dress all-too-short hem that was perpetually creeping up.
“‘Re ye’ okay?” His accent sounded lovely in my ears, and now that my vision had gone clear I could fully see how handsome he was. His eyes were big and so blue, his hair swept perfectly with that unique grey stripe. He was stunning.
“Y/N, let’s go.” Matt urged me along and away from my suave mystery man, much to my dismay. The image of his face didn’t disappear from my mind until we reached our reserved table, and even then I could still remember him. Matt nudged me as he sat with me at the booth, the girls already up dancing. “What was that back there with tall, dark, and handsome?”
“I don’t know. A meet-cute?” I proposed with a head tilt, making him laugh. “Although I’m not sure it was very cute.”
“And you didn’t really meet.” He reminded, and I nodded in solemn agreement. I wasn’t the kind of girl to meet a guy in a club, anyways. No matter how dreamy.
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“Y/N! Guess what!?” May shouted over the loud music, the two of us having just finished a shot at the bar. I shook my head and shrugged, vision blurry. “That was your sixth shot!”
“Oh my god, who is she?” I self-praised as I attempted to sip on my drink, disappointed when I realized there was only ice in the glass. I groaned loudly at my empty cup and tossed my head back, throwing a drunken tantrum but only causing a minor scene.
“I’m sure this is a problem that can be fixed.” There that accent was again. I straightened up and spun around, doe-eyed when I met his eyes once again. He grinned down at me playfully, his eyes full of amusement. “What’s yer drink?”
“Oh, no. You’re fine.” I waved his offer away as he shuffled in to stand beside me at the bar, our bodies almost flush due to the crowd. She wondered if he remembered her from a few hours prior or if he was oblivious of their awkward history.
“No, ye’ seem to be in dire need.” He demanded and flashed her another toothy smile. “Besides, I think I should at least buy ye’ a drink after our little interaction earlier.”
“Oh, god. I was hoping you didn’t remember me.” I chuckled and groaned, my hazy vision struggling to maintain focus on him. I took a breath and laid my head against my arm on the counter, needing a moment to gather my intoxicated mind.
“‘Re ye’ okay?” He leaned over and asked, his warm hand on my upper back, the skin-to-skin contact reviving me a bit. I lifted my head and watched as he studied me softly. “Yeah, ye’ look like ye’ don’t need another.”
“No.” I agreed and allowed him to help walk me away from the crowded bar, his arm held tightly around my waist as I stumbled my way to a less crowded area. “I think I was a bit too ambitious tonight.”
“Happens to the best of us.” He assured with a smile as he stood with me by a staircase. I leaned back against the cement wall and smiled at him, batting my eyes as I studied each of his perfect features. “What’re ye’ lookin’ at?”
“Your accent is nice. Is it Scottish?” I asked, eyes still locked with his as he rolled his eyes and gave me a bashful chuckle.
“Where ‘re yer friends?” He asked in an effort to change the subject, looking off into the very overpopulated crowd. I breathed in the sharp sting of rejection before looking over at the crowd, all the club-goers migrating to the DJ’s stage.
“Probably somewhere close to the front. They’re all shutting themselves over this DJ, but I have no clue who the fuck he is. Some white, privileged, douchebag, surely.” I chided before looking back at the man in front of me, watching as he grinned at the crowd of people.
“White and privileged, yes, but I am not a douchebag.” He winked at me and patted my arm as he started to walk up the stairs. When he realized I wasn’t following, he stopped and looked back at me. “Come on, I’ve got to be on soon.”
“And I’m coming?” I looked at him in confusion, watching as he chuckled and waved for me to join him.
“I’m not going to leave ye’ unattended like this.” He led me up the stairs and into a VIP section, it’s walls making it totally silent inside. A line of gorgeous women waited outside the section, but my mysterious DJ man seemed totally uninterested.
“What’s your name?” I asked as I stood with him at the stage entrance, watching as he stretched.
“Leo. What’s yers?” He jumped up and down a few times before steadying his eyes on me.
“Y/N.” I managed to speak but it was touch-and-go for a moment. He looked infuriatingly stunning in the low-lighting of the room, his dark t-shirt fitting his body so well. And that grey stripe—I was in deep.
“Well, Y/N, I hope ye’ don’t go anywhere. But if ye’ do, let me give ye’ my number.” I nodded and grabbed my phone, handing it over to him. I watched his bright blue eyes as he typed in his number, the light of the phone illuminating them even more. “I’ll see ye’?”
I smiled and nodded at him as he walked backwards onto the stage, his eyes locked with mine as he grinned from ear to ear at me.
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“Is Y/N still here?” I overheard Leo asking someone as he walked back into the room, his face lighting up as he made eye contact with me. He wiped his face and walked up to me with that same tender smile, his head tilting as he looked down at me. “Ye’ conquered the alcohol it appears.”
“I did. It was a tough battle. We lost some good men out there, but we did it.” I patted my stomach as I spoke, making him raise his eyebrows at me. “You didn’t need to hear that. I can acknowledge that.”
“No, I love hearing about your…bowel movements?” He tilted his head at his words and chuckled at himself. “That didn’t need to be said, I’m thinking. Don’t know why I did.”
“You’re too hot to be this awkward.” I squinted at him suspiciously before poking his chest, his eyes dropping to my finger before looking back at me with curiosity. “Just checking to make sure you’re real.”
“Frighteningly real, unfortunately.” He sighed and gave me a warm smile, his eyes bouncing across my features. “Yer a bit too nice on the eyes to be such a dork as well, ye’ know?”
“Oh, he’s finally flirting!” I opened my mouth in playful surprise, watching as he tilted his head at me.
“I’ve been flirting all night, haven’t I?” He asked with a shocked tone, making both of us chuckle before I shook my head. “No? I thought I was doing so well!”
I giggled as he placed his palm to his forehead and cursed himself. He was nothing like the stereotype I’d drunkenly given him. He was so human and real with me. It seemed to be a totally different man in front of me than out on that stage a minute ago, but it only added to his charm.
“I should probably go find my group.” Logic and reality seeped into my newly sober mind, ruining the moment completely. He sucked in a breath and nodded, his hands finding their place in his pockets.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t want ye’ on a missing persons advert, do we?” He led me out of the VIP section and down into the slowly dwindling club, the two of us looking out from the top of the stairs in hopes of seeing any of my friends. “Do ye’ see ‘em?”
“No, don’t think so.” I scanned the crowd and frowned, unaware of Leo’s gaze on my profile. I reached into my purse and grabbed my phone. My screen lit up and displayed a few missed calls and texts from May. “Oh, looks like they all went back to the hotel.”
“Without ye’?” He asked in an almost appalled tone, making my eyes lift to meet his. I shrugged and shook my head, unsure of what defense to give on their part. “Well, I can give ye’ a ride back to yer shitty friends.”
“That would be so nice—“
“Or ye’ could come with me and see where the night takes us.” He offered with a nervous smile. I felt a grin creeping onto my face involuntarily. I was typically never one for leaving a club with a stranger, but nothing about Leo was typical.
“Okay.” I nodded and replied in a soft voice. He looked delighted at my answer, his hands reaching out for my face.
“Yeah?” He asked in shocked confirmation and I nodded, chuckling at his enthusiasm. “Can I kiss you now?”
“Oh, that would be so horrible.” I mumbled sarcastically as I leaned forward, my hands holding onto his waist as our lips crashed together slowly. He tucked my hair behind my ears as he kissed me tenderly, every movement full of intention. He kissed me in a way I’d never been kissed before. It was slow and deliberate, giving me enough and not enough at the same time. I could only think about wanting him, no other concern able to even begin to penetrate my mind.
“Leo, the car is ready.” A strangers voice interrupted our moment, making me sigh against Leo’s lips as we pulled apart. Leo smiled softly at me after we parted, his eyes combing over me and his thumb stroking my flushed cheek before looking towards his friend.
“Thanks, mate.” He nodded at him before holding his hand for me to take. “Come on, then.”
“Do I die tonight? Is that what the plan is?” I joked as he led me out the VIP exit to his completely blacked-out Jaguar F-Type, it’s shiny paint job catching my eye immediately. “Jesus! You own this?!”
“Hell no!” He exclaimed, his accent making his words sound funny. He opened the passenger door and attempted to help me into it, but I was by no means a smooth gal. In trying to squeeze into the tiny car, I hit my head against the doorframe. I immediately grabbed my forehead and let out a half-laugh, half-groan, watching as Leo’s face contorted to try and hold his laughter.
“Go ahead, laugh it up.” I squinted at him and shook my head, feigning disappointment at his amusement. Leo removed my palm from my forehead and brought his lips to the already red lump. I gave him a frown at the action, finding him much too good for me. “You’re unreal.”
“Why do ye’ say that?” He tilted his head and gave me a knee-weakening smile, his eyes dreamy as ever. I hated how much I was enjoying putting this stranger on a pedestal, but I couldn’t help it. He stepped straight out of a dream and who was I to not allow myself the luxury of adoring him?
“You’re just everything I’ve been looking for, and I’m finding it hard to believe you’re in front of me.” I confessed, making his soft smile grow wider, the dimples on his cheeks deepening as he felt touched my the heartwarming sentiment. “I hope that’s not weird to say to a man I met 6 hours ago.”
“No, I don’t think it’s weird. I feel like I’ve known ye’ for a while. I dunno what it is.” He gave me another tender look before sucking in a sharp breath and exhaling through his smile. “Okay, want to get out of here?”
“Yeah.” I nodded and climbed in successfully this time. I waited patiently as he walked around the car and climbed in beside me, giving me a flirty look as he started the car. I folded my hands on my lap and realized for the first time in a few hours how little I was wearing. Thankfully, we were in Brazil and it was 90 degrees even this late at night. I smiled to myself as he began to drive off into the night, rolling down the window and letting my head rest against the door. Leo looked over at me wistfully and placed his hand on my leg, my eyes closing for a moment to allow me to fully feel the moment.
“What brought ye’ to Brazil?” He asked over the rustling of the wind and cars passing by on the street.
“My friends were coming and kind of dragged me along, I guess.” I lifted my head and turned in my seat so I was facing him better. I studied his sharp bone structure as much as I could before he glanced over at me with a knowing smile.
“Ye’ don’t like to travel?” He asked, tone full of curiosity.
“No, I love to travel. I just don’t like the party scene mainly. And my friends love it. I thought it would be fun to get out and explore the city, but it’s been mostly clubs and drinking since we arrived.” I vented, watching as he kept his eyes on the road. My hand couldn’t help itself from resting on top of his as it laid on my leg. He adjusted his hand until it was holding mine and I felt butterflies swarm in my stomach.
“Ye’ sound like ye’ need different friends, then.” He advised, glancing over at me to judge my reaction. I simply just nodded and shrugged.
“I love them, differences and all. But I do think I need to stop coming along on these trips.” I chuckled and stared at our hands intertwined.
“But then ye’ wouldn’t have met me, and I wouldn’t have met ye’. That’s not a reality I want to be a part of.” I smiled to myself at his words, unaware that we’d already reached our location.
Leo pulled the car into his hotels valet, giving my hand a squeeze before letting go of it to put the car in park. He hopped out and I followed suit, unaware that he was coming around to open my door. He frowned as I stepped out of the car, and I immediately connected the dots, scolding myself for interrupting his chivalry.
“I’ll break ye’ of that habit before you know it.” He promised as he threw his arm over my shoulder and held me tight to his side as we walked up to the valet attendant. Leo gave him the keys and a generous tip before walking me inside the lobby.
I stared up at the marvelous hotel, convinced that I couldn’t even afford the mints sat at the concierges desk. He was deliberate in his route, not stopping long enough for anyone to catch a glimpse of him. I made a mental note to google him and find out his whole deal since he wanted to play coy about his obvious success.
“So do they include these hotels and cars into your pay? Or do you pay for all this?” I asked once we were alone in the elevator, both of us leaning against opposite walls so that we were staring at each other. He grinned at me and shook his head.
“They pay for all of it, and then they pay me too.” He looked smug, but it worked for him. “What do ye’ do for a living, hm?”
“Not this.” I replied as I lifted myself off the wall and began to walk to him, pressing my body against his. His hands left his pockets to hold my jaw, his eyes bouncing between my features as I stared up at him. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“Are we still talking about our jobs?” He asked in a low voice, his lips inching closer to mine. I shook my head slowly before giving in to him, our lips finding each other again. Leo’s hands moved down my body until they were holding my exposed waist tight to his body. My hands slid from his back down to the back pockets of his jeans, tucking them inside as we continued to kiss each other drunk. I hummed in appreciation as his hands lowered to the flesh of my behind, gripping it roughly. The elevator bell chimed and we split apart, wiping our mouths and straightening ourselves out as a group of elderly Brits hopped on. I stood close to Leo by the door, his floor approaching slowly. The two of us found it hard to stifle our giggles as we tried to keep straight faces, but it was no use.
"Honeymoon?" One of the old men spoke up in the quiet elevator, the two of us immediately releasing choked up bursts of laughter that sounded more like snorts. Not a moment too soon, the doors slid open and he practically dragged me out as he ran down the hall, both of us laughing breathlessly.
"Honeymoon?" I mocked as we stood in front of his door, Leo completely bent over with laughter.
"I had a hard on! I didn't even realize it until ten seconds into the fucking ride!" I gasped at his embarrassing confession, immediately joining his chuckles. We stood there like two mischievous children up past our bedtimes, chuckling without inhibition in the quiet hall for a moment before our earlier hunger for each other was brought back to the surface. The crinkles of his laughter on his cheeks began to fade, an adoring smile taking its place as I calmed my laughter into only a chuckle, swept up by his gaze. "I'm never going to meet anyone quite like ye' again."
"You could just keep the original around." I offered in a hopeful but hesitant manner, my eyes studying his as he continued to stare at me in peaceful silence.
"When are ye' heading home? Where is home?" He asked as he leaned against his still-locked door.
"We leave tomorrow, and I'm from ____." I finally ruined the little mystery left to me, desperate to make this once potential fling into something more.
"Tomorrow? That's shit." He frowned at me and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him. I watched as he gathered the courage to ask me something, hoping with all my might that it would be an invitation to stay here with him. "I'm here for two more nights of gigs...and after that, I have a month-long residency in Vegas. Would ye' possibly like to join me there? I mean, ye' probably have work, so I get it--"
"No, I actually work from home, so I'm totally free to follow this handsome, funny, and sometimes a bit awkward DJ around the world." I gave him a playful smile and watched as he grinned ear-to-ear. "But enough talking about the future. I'm really interested in what's happening right now."
"What's happening right now?" He challenged playfully and pulled me in for a quick kiss. I stole the keycard out of his back pocket and held it in front of his face. "Talented, aren't ye'?"
"Take me inside and see just how much."
#richard madden x reader#eternals#ikaris#marvel#richard madden#richard madden smut#the bodyguard#fanfic#leo west x reader#leo west#ibiza
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Haunted Road
13 Nights To Halloween (Night Eleven)
Pairing: Malakai Black x Reader
Word Count: 1,185
Request: Malakai and Y/N are driving at night, it's a rainy thunderstorm and Malakai decides to scare Y/N by pretending their car breaks down in front of a graveyard. He chuckles darkly as he tells her a story about the road they are "broken down" on being haunted. He completely scares her before hugging kissing her and starting the car back up so they can finish the drive home
I really like this fic, thank you so much @xladyxfatex for participating in this series. I really hope you enjoy this! I had a lot of fun writing it.
Thanks so much to my editor @goosecos
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“Babe are you sure we’re going to make it safely? This thunderstorm is getting pretty bad and I’m worried you won’t be able to see anything with how hard it’s coming down.”
Y/n says, looking out the windshield, not only was the rain coming down in sheets but it was nighttime. So the only light that was cutting through the darkness was his headlights.
“Yes, mijn liefje. I know what I’m talking about and I told you when you asked me ten minutes ago if we’d be okay. I wouldn’t risk your life so trust me.” (my love)
Malakai replies, glancing over at his girlfriend then back at the road once more he needed to keep his focus on the road so he wouldn’t get in an accident. He knew she was just worried about making it back safe. Turning the radio on, Malakai turns it to her favorite station. He wasn’t the biggest fan of some of the music she liked. But if this helped to calm her down, he was more than willing to listen to it.
Y/n leans back in her seat and watches out the window, resting her hand on his leg for comfort. Malakai glances at her then looks at the gps. There was a cemetery coming up within a half mile, which meant a town nearby. Continuing to drive, he searched for signs to show how far they were from a rest stop. The rain was still coming down but he was starting to see a little moonlight shining through the clouds.
When the car suddenly stops in front of the cemetery, Y/n looks over at Malakai .
“Babe? Why’d you stop?”
“The car stopped working for some reason, I don’t know why.”
He says, frowning as he turns the key and huffs.
“What the fuck?”
Smacking the steering wheel he looked around, the rain was letting up a bit and they could see the cemetery out the window. A fog was rolling through adding an even creepier vibe to it. Y/n sits up watching him and frowns.
“Why would it just stop when it’s been working fine?”
“I’m not sure it doesn’t make any sense.”
Rubbing his face they sit in silence while he continues trying to start the car.
“Fuckin hell stupid piece of shit.”
“Easy baby, we’ll figure it out. There has to be some good reason on why it suddenly stopped.”
“I mean I have an idea but it’s silly and kinda dumb.”
“Can you tell me please? Maybe we can figure out if it’s the correct reason.”
“Okay so this deadeye road, not sure if you’ve heard of it before. But a lot of weird shit happens around here. Car trouble, phones not working, things like that.”
“Do they know why?”
“Well many people have died on or next to this road. And having the cemetery right along it makes everything even worse.”
“Really?”
Y/n asks, feeling her stomach drop listening to him. Malakai chuckles darkly nodding, normally she loves his laugh. This one however sent a chill down her spine.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t say that if it wasn’t true liefje. People sometimes drive so fast on this road especially when it rains that they crash. Not to mention the cemetery is filled with a couple of criminals, like bad ones. Some people from the old asylum that’s like a half mile away from here.”
He says leaning back in his seat, Y/n swallows the sudden lump in her throat as she looks out the window towards the cemetery. It was still pretty dark out and the fog made it just that more creepier. She knew it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but she could have sworn she saw a faint red glow towards the back.
“Do you think that’s what happened to the car?”
“Possibly. I mean plenty of people have said it’s happened. Well the ones who’ve managed to leave this road in one piece that is. There’s an old story I heard. If you’re driving along this road close to midnight. That you could see a man in a black cloak walking along the side of the road. It kinda looks like he’s limping. When you pull up beside him to ask if he needs help he’s just silent for a moment.”
By now Malakai had started to drop his voice to a low mumble so y/n had to lean close to hear him. The air around them was starting to chill a little bit as she wrapped her arms around herself.
“Why would they stop?”
“To be polite. Anyway the man will start mumbling quietly, and obviously people will lean closer asking him to repeat himself. He just nods and turns to the car walking right up to the lower passenger window. He’ll rest his hand on it, letting the person see the barb wire wrapped around his wrists.
He lifts his head causing his hood to fall down and the driver is staring into this pale face, with dry blood streaks under his eyes, and empty sockets. A half stitched mouth and a scar across most of his face..
He grabs the door handle, yanks it open if it’s not locked. Then drags the person from the car and into the cemetery. There he kills them and eats their souls, some of their organs and cuts their eyes out. Trying to find the perfect replacements for his own.
Those who manage to escape, which are very few. End up seeing him in their dreams for weeks and even months afterwards.”
Y/n scoots a little closer to Malakai and huddles in the hoodie of his she borrowed.
“Do you think we’ll see him?”
“I suppose it’s possible, if you believe in the stories. We’ll just have to be- OH MY GOD THERE HE IS!”
Y/n screams looking at the window and ducking down, as Malakai pokes her sides laughing loudly.
“You, you should have seen your face.”
He laughs loudly as she holds a hand to her chest looking around and slaps his arm.
“You absolute dickhead, that wasn’t funny!”
“Are you kidding? It was perfect. I couldn’t help myself, you were just so into it. I love you baby.”
Reaching over, he pulls Y/n into his arms holding her close and kissing her temple.
“I can’t believe you did that, and that you made up such a story.”
“No I have heard that story but I don’t know if it’s true or if it’s just something passed around.”
He says wiping his eyes and sighs still occasionally chuckling.
“Okay beautiful, sit in your seat and buckle up, let's get home now that the rain has let up.”
Starting the car again Malakai winks as Y/n glares shoving his shoulder.
“You’re an ass.”
“I know but it was good so I’ll take that title for today.”
Pulling back onto the road he drives them home glancing over at his girlfriend. He knew that she’d be getting him back. It was just a matter of where and when.
#aew#13 nights to halloween#spooky#fluff#malakai black#malakai black fanfiction#malakai black x reader
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HI OMG I KNOW YOUR REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BUT I NEEDED TO SEND THIS BEFORE I FORGOT !!!! COULD YOU DO A BLURB WHERE HARRY AND Y/N DO THE THING WHERE YOU GET WINE DRUNK AND WHOEVER TOUCHES THE OTHER FIRST LOOSES ????
it’s been a while since i wrote a blurb so hope this makes sense lmaooooo i wrote it while watching bake off finale so i was v distracted!!!! hope you like it :(
Harry places his own glass next to Y/N’s on the glass table and he leans back, watching her as she taps away on her phone.
“No pop,” he yawns, hand going up to his warm, sweaty neck. “No One Direction.”
A gasp, then a hiccup leaves her mouth, “The disrespect. I’m gonna put somethin’ sexy.”
Harry clears his throat, feeling drops of sweat run down his back and he wants to reach and stop it, maybe take his shirt off and maybe, just maybe cuddle into her side just to annoy her, hear that familiar snort, but he knows it would be a dangerous game to play considering the alcohol in their systems.
Instead, he gives her a smirk and puts his feet on the table, careful not to hit their glasses. “Sexy? What for? Y’gonna give me a lap dance?”
“You wish. Let’s...let’s make tonight more interesting-”
Harry snorts, “More interesting? I just told you about my embarrassing encounter with my ex. Nothing can top that for me tonight, sorry love.”
The small Bluetooth speaker makes a weird noise before Arctic Monkey’s I Wanna Be Yours starts playing and Harry rolls his eyes but the tiny smile remains present on his face as he watches Y/N walk towards the kitchen area behind where they’ve been seated.
“I hate this song,” he mutters, fighting the grin, “I wanna be your vacuum cleaner,” he sings, voice gruff and the tone playful, clearly taking the piss out of the lyrics.
She returns, another bottle of red clasped tightly between her beautiful fingers, and she throws the cork at Harry. “They’re deep, the lyrics, I love it. Stop being jealous- hand me your glass.”
“Am not. God- I didn’t think your cheap red would hit me this hard. My head’s killing me, it’s like two- no wait, three gorillas are having sex where my brain should be.”
“I don’t think gorillas would be into threesomes. And- excuse me? Cheap? I paid a tenner each for these babies. Not all of us are loaded.”
With bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he gives her a dismissive look, one hand coming up to rest on his crotch- something he always did when he felt comfortable, at ease, while the other brings the wine glass up to his lips.
She watches him take two big gulps despite his previous remarks, and her eyes focus on the stubble, probably a week old, and then her gaze fall to his Adam’s apple, watching it move up and down with each gulp. His cheeks are flushed, a beautiful pink, and there’s sweat on his forehead, some of his hair sticking to his skin, and she reaches to brush his hair back but her hand pauses in the air.
It’s nothing of the ordinary, these little touches here and there.
They were close. They both loved touching each other in the most friendly way, meaning, they loved hugs, cuddles, kisses, and they often find each other touching each other’s hair whether it be to ruffle it in order to annoy the other, or to brush the hair back and for them, the little touches were part of their friendship.
So when her hand pauses in the air, Harry looks up at her, brow furrowed, “Wha’? Somethin’ in m’hair?” He slurs, bringing his hand up to his hair and he ruffles it. "Whaaaat?”
“Jus’ had an idea, ‘s all.”
“Oh shit. Hold on, imma take my joggers off-”
Harry leans forward to put his glass on the coffee table and she spits out a no,
“Stop, that- that’s not what I’m talkin’ about. Dirty pig.”
“Pity.”
“Listen to me, will you?”
“Yep. All ears, darlin’.”
“So,” she lets out a sigh, then takes another gulp of her wine, “We get shitfaced and whoever touches the other first loses.”
Harry gives her a look, pupils dilated and lips turned upwards in a wide grin. “So am I taking my jogs off or not?”
“Oh fuck off, no! Clothes stay on. Just-” another hiccup, a silent burp more like, “Just don’t touch me. And I won’t touch you. It’s not- it doesn’t have to be sexual, y’know.”
“For now,” he mumbles and it’s loud enough for her to hear and send him a glare but he laughs it off.
Glass after glass, Y/N begins to feel her world shift, her vision becoming ‘shaky’, and she lets out a giggle because it’s been a while since she felt this way, since she’d gotten wine drunk. “I love this.”
Harry hums, one hand rubbing his eye as he tries to pour more wine but there’s only a couple of drops left so he tuts, placing the bottle back on the table and he downs that last couple of drops.
Despite his drunken state, he tries to sing along, I never thought I'd feel this kind of hesitation...my hand on another girl...I wish I didn't have to lie...but his tongue feels like a wet sponge, so heavy, and he wants to put his hands- or her hands in his mouth so she can...so she can, she can do anything she wants to. Whatever she wants to.
“You sound shite when you’re pissed. I’m glad you say no to alcohol while singin’. God, my- I can’t feel my hands,” she mutters, trying to reach for the bottle, but Harry reaches at the same time, both stopping their movements when they remember their silly little game.
Harry looks at her, he really looks at her, and she blushes.
He knows she does because she looks down and scrunches her cute nose and Harry wants to shoot himself in the dick.
“No touchin’...right,” he whispers. “’s empty, pet.”
Y/N looks up, finding him smiling down at her. “What’s empty?”
“The bottle, silly girl. Finito. Fini.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
They’re silent for the most part, Valerie still playing in the background, and Harry leans his head back and closes his eyes. He puts one arm on his side, palm stretched on the sofa where he knows Y/N’s hand sits close, and he tries to move it closer but, once again, he knows he’s playing with fire.
“Y’trying to touch me?” She says, voice low but soft regardless, and it makes him smile.
“No.”
“You so are. I’m literally looking at your hand right now.”
Another smile. “Why y’staring at m’hand, you fuckin’ creep,” Harry takes a risk and moves his hand more to the left but he lets out a sigh when their hands still fail to touch.
“Who- whoever,” she clears her throat, “Whoever loses pays the other a hundred quid. Hundred and fifty five...and five pence.”
“That doesn’t even make sense,” Harry snorts.
“It does. You wanna touch? You’re gonna pay!”
“Y’know,” he takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, straightening up on the sofa. “I’ve heard that before-”
“Harry, stop. I know what you’re gonna say.”
“All right, all right. C’mere, lemme pinch y’cute cheeks,” he reaches his arm, just to wind her up, but she stops it with her hand which slaps Harry’s with force.
Their eyes widen and they look at each other for a while before Harry breaks the silence with a snort. “You- fuck. You owe me a hundred and fifty...five quid. And five pence,” he can’t help but laugh harder at the pout that’s forming on her face. “Oh, come on-”
“You set me up!”
“I did no such thing. Them’s the rules, babe. I accept Visa, Amex-”
“Amex? Who do you think I am? Fuck sake. I hate you so much.”
“You really really really...really don’t. Y’love me really.”
She reaches and flicks him in the forehead but he surges forward, grabbing her hand in his and without thinking, he puts her index in his mouth and bites.
"Argh! Harry you horny bastard, always wanna lick something- ew, give me my fuckin’ finger back!”
#harry styles smut#harry styles concept#harry styles imagine#harry styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles blurb#harry styles angst#harry styles fluff#concepts#anonymous#ask
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( ellie thatcher , female , she/her ) apparently that's 𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 lurking around town for a year . the local psychic claims they're a 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 ( record store clerk ) who's 𝟐𝟑 / 𝟒𝟓 years old but she's always been a bit unhinged . whispers around town say they're intrepid , artful but mordant . honestly , they remind me of using pages of the bible as tinder for a fire , getting a stick & poke in your best friend’s basement , & the liberation of forsaking your savior which explains why i've seen them with an aged rosary .
𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. lydia emerson ; born as lydia anne morgan .
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒. lydia myers , sawyer augustine , valerie tatum smith , various others .
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒. lyd , lydz , deetz .
𝐀𝐆𝐄. physically 23 ; truly 45 .
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. female ; she/her .
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. bisexual .
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. vampire .
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. clerk @ quiet riot records shop .
𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.
( tws for : abuse , loss of a child , alcoholism , attempted murder , period typical misogyny , if i’ve forgotten to tag anything or you need something tagged please let me know ! )
lydia was born in 1960 to a moderately unhappy pair looking to save both face & their miserable marriage . while they had initially been informed that they were expecting twins , lydia’s sibling died in utero & thereafter was absorbed by lydia herself in a case of twin resorption . while there was little explanation for this phenomenon at the time , lydia’s mother , theresa , was distraught , under the assumption that lydia must have killed her sibling in the womb if only she had survived , and began to view the child growing inside of her as something akin to the devil . this belief was only exacerbated by the difficult pregnancy she endured with lydia , anf further stoked by her strict catholic beliefs .
after her birth , theresa’s feelings remained unchanged ; she was a withdrawn , angry mother , forced to keep up the act of a perfectly quaint little family in front of friends & family . unfortunately , theresa fell victim to severe postpartum depression which would devolve into full blown psychosis . given the time period , this went largely unnoticed for the most part , written off as the stress a new mother must endure for the sake of her child . meanwhile , lydia’s father , richard , was of little help . he was similarly withdrawn but as opposed to theresa , this was less rooted in hatred and more in the general apathy he faced most things with . coming from a broken home himself , directionless in life & uninspired , he’d long since turned to the drink as a way of coping & the arrival of his daughter had done little to change that .
in a hazy memory that haunts lydia to this day , she can recall the day her mother wrapped both hands around her throat a the tender age of three , and attempted to squeeze every last bit of life from her . all the while , she was shrieking like a banshee about how lydia was a demon , the antichrist , nothing but a plague . her father found them moments before lydia slipped into unconsciousness , and she has little recollection of what happened between them after that .
the situation itself resulted in theresa’s departure . this would eventually lead to lydia being left in the care of her maternal grandparents after three more years spent with her father , who spent more time under the influence than he did sober . her grandmother & grandfather were strict and very much orthodox , though they did love her , but their expectations of her were far too lofty . they weren’t the affectionate type , but were more prone to physical rewards than words of praise or hugs . her childhood & adolescence were pockmarked with various attempts at rebellion ; talking back , sneaking out of sunday school , sneaking out at home , meeting up with the outcasts in town despite often being warned to steer clear of them , stealing , etcetera . lydia was desperate to feel something and in pursuit of pleasure , she continued to act out and do as she pleased . she began to dabble in darker things : the supernatural & the occult , namely . she was kicked out of her home at 18 and spent her time couch surfing .
as the 80′s rolled around , she delved into the world of satanism , urged on by the need to separate herself from her heavily religious upbringing & the ways in which her experiences during childhood had effected her ; essentially , a big fuck you to the majority of her family , and to god himself . at this point she was on the other side of the satanic panic , laughing at those that protested and screeched about unholy corruption in things like music & literature .
lydia was well known on the scene . with her sharp humor and devil may care attitude , she was the life of the parties she frequently attended . and it was during the aftermath of one such event that she would come to lose her life : taken with a perfect stranger , she’d followed him into the darkened alleyways as the party came to a close , unaware of his intentions to quite literally bleed her dry .
when she woke the following night , she was in a haze , wobbling like a baby deer and overcome with a hunger so intense it almost sent her toppling to the ground .
𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍.
as opposed to some , lydia accepted her fate with little complaints . in fact , you might say she was a little too enthusiastic ... driven by thirst , she slaughtered a group of college students and left them out in the open air of the park they’d been having a nighttime hangout at . she fled town soon after , leaving behind the sunny shores of california for the emptiness of indiana . she began going by the name lydia myers meanwhile .
after that , she never really stayed in one place for too long . she loved to travel , enjoying her freedom immensely , and found kin with the people she met along the way . most of these relationships were fairly fickle , in the grand scheme of things ; most people she charmed out of necessity . it was nice to have a friend to call on when you needed a place to stay , or a few bucks for bus fare . it was a genuine rarity for her to find herself truly attached to another , because she feared commitment more than anything ; she still does , in fact . letting someone grow close means giving them the chance to hurt you , to leave you , and lydia is ... not about that .
𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘.
though she’d initially vowed upon her departure that she’d never return to cali , lydia has come slinking back . if you ask her why , she’ll tell you it’s boredom , and that much is true — but a pressing matter remains : that of her sire . she’s been running from him for 22 years since her turning , but recently , she’s felt a sharp tug on the thread that keeps them connected . both curious and vexed , and maybe searching for an answer to a question she’s tried not to ask , she’s tracked him back to ambrose . to support herself , she’s taken up a job at the record store ( one of the things she’s always enjoyed has been music ! )
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.
hello words are failing me so take some bullet point traits . :,)
+ creative , adventurous , brave , resourceful , charismatic ( when necessary ) .
- manipulative , sardonic , evasive , stubborn , dishonest , hotheaded .
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
hi please bring me her sire . i have ... honestly too many ideas to list here because i don’t want to risk rambling for like , eight paragraphs about everything lmao .
i think it would be interesting if she ran into someone she hasn’t seen for years . maybe they were one of the people she used , and they’re super pissed at her for how she just ghosted . or maybe they look back on her fondly .
she antagonizes people for fun . please hate her
she’s also definitely the type to flat out tell people she’s a vampire . and like , given her usual sarcastic , jokey nature ... people probably just take it as her messing around . which is even more hilarious to her . this could result in : 1. someone who constantly goes along with the ‘joke’ , who maybe later on finds out and either also thinks it’s funny , is horrified , or feels betrayed ( to which lydz would respond with but i told you ? ) 2. someone who is very suspicious of her and Does Not think it’s just a funny joke at all
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.
she loves going to the beach late at night . like , the sand getting everywhere sucks , but she’ll deal with it .
she can be surprisingly generous when in a good mood . when she says don’t mention it , she fuckin means it
loves motorcycles , wants one someday
has an old polaroid camera from the 80′s that she still uses pretty frequently . she enjoys photography !
i need you all to know i literally came up with her because i listened to kiss the go goat by ghost for hours on end over the span of a few days please help i can’t stop
#hi idk what this is#goryintro#i am not proofreading this i am sorry IM SO TIRED I AM ABOUT TO GO COLLAPSE AND LURK ON DISCO
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They say no plan survives contact with the enemy. Danny wishes they were wrong.
Dash Baxter was a conflicted person right now. He’d been feeling off practically all school year, and Valerie, Star, and Paulina were about ready to tell him to fuck off while they went and did their own awesome friend stuff. If he was pressed to think about it hard, he would say that it started when Manson had gotten the school to change the menu for a whole ass week. Now, Dash typically cooked or baked his own food anyway, so it was hardly something that sucked for him but plenty of his teammates bought lunch at school and they weren’t weird vegans like Manson! He’d gone up to her to give her a piece of his mind about all of that shit since he couldn’t exactly go yell at a teacher, and maybe he shouldn’t have yelled but he was angry and his voice got louder when he was mad.
Then Fenton got between them like Dash was gonna throw hands with Manson or something. Don’t get him wrong, he knows how dangerous a girl can be – Valerie would never have been friends with him if he didn’t respect how dangerous a girl like her could be – but his father had raised him to never lay hands on a woman. And besides, Dash wasn’t feeling violent! Or, at least, he didn’t think he had been.
Except that when Fenton got between them, Dash had been pissed. He’d gone from mad to unseeing rage and stuffed one of the dumb mudpies in Fenton’s face, and then Fenton started throwin the garbage, and then a food fight happened. Now, some people might think that his year was off because of the fire that happened after this food fight, but it was actually the start of it. Dash Baxter only threw hands when someone was threatening his friends, not for getting between him and someone else. Not for nothing. It was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever done in his life and he felt horrible about it afterward but he couldn’t think of what had gotten into him.
Worse still was when it kept happening. Mikey and Lester were rambling kinda loudly about some stupid card game and Dash got annoyed, went over to ask them to quiet down. Then there was this weird this rush of some sorta warm slimy something down his spine that was there and gone in a flash, and he was barking at the two of them, “Shut the hell up or else I’ll make you.” He almost didn’t realize he’d said that but then Kwan elbowed him hard in the ribs and Dash winced, running a hand through his hair. “God, did I say that? Shit, sorry dudes I didn’t mean that!”
Except… he did. Dash was the one who said it, right? And he said it practically automatically, without even thinking it. Was that who he was becoming? Was he turning into his grandfather? Kwan promised him he wasn’t, Vincent said he wouldn’t let Dash turn into his gramps, but then Dash was shoving scrawnier kids into the lockers out of his way, and he’d been about to mouth off to Fenton for no freakin reason other than he was there and his freaky mad scientist parents had to be the ones to put that green fire and stuff. Then a god damn monster popped out of Fenton’s locker, attacked Foley, and Dash was out of there.
Right after the fire the school had everyone set up meetings with the counselor, Dr. Spectra, and Dash went too, just like everyone. She even gave him a journal to write his feelings down in so he could work out what he was feeling and put it in words at his own pace. He didn’t like how she was implying that he couldn’t put his feelings into words at the same speed as everyone else, but if she was then hey, she wasn’t… she wasn’t wrong . And after writing it all down in that black journal, Dash came to a bit of a conclusion: Fenton was at the center of all of this.
Danny Fenton was a bit of a freak already, his eyes glowed when he was pissy even back in 6th grade and Dash knew it had to be because his parents were mad fucking scientists and either they experimented on their kids or the radiation in their house had gotten to em. And now that freakiness was popping up and destroying the whole damn school! Hell, Dash was pretty sure one of the Fentons’ damn ghosts had stuffed a buncha frogs down his pants the other day, cause he heard laughter when he ran away. But that had nothing on how furious Dash had been when Fenton called him stupid .
Dash wasn’t fucking dumb he was a little slow but so were plenty kids! Nerds and geeks like Fenton and Mikey and Josh all thought they were so fucking smart that they could get away with calling anyone else stupid ? Dash had been planning on educating Fenton on just how smart an idea that was. Then Falluka yelled at him and Kwan… God, Kwan looked so fucking disappointed in him.
So Dash was feeling a little conflicted and a lot shitty when Danny Motherfucking Fenton walked up to him in his star trek hoodie and said, “Dash I need your help.”
“Oh yeah?” Dash snorted and sneered at the smaller boy. “Why should I help?”
“You remember the monster thing that nearly tore off Tucker’s leg?” Dash paled a bit and nodded. “Something worse is lurking in the school. Something smart. We need your help to expose it before we can get rid of it.”
“So you want me to put my ass on the line and risk getting mauled because your freaky monster is out here lookin to eat someone?” Dash scoffed and turned away. “I ain’t stupid, Fentina, no matter what you think.”
There was a growl behind him and the hairs on Dash’s neck rose up. He tensed and damn near sprinted when he remembered that Fenton was packing heat. Maybe he was stupid. But then Fenton sighed and the lights flickered. “Dash, did you notice that you’ve become more and more of a jerk lately? You used to be the awesome jock who could run faster than everyone but Valerie and you made cookies for the whole class.
“Now you insult everyone at every turn and you tried to beat me up for telling you off. Doesn’t that feel wrong to you? I know nobody wants to believe my parents about the ghosts but you saw the monster, you saw Tucker bleeding and this is real Dash. And what do ghosts do in movies?”
“You sayin I’m possessed, Fenton?” His voice was shakier than he wanted it but it made… well sense was the wrong word but it lined up. “Wouldn’t I blackout or somethin?”
“Not necessarily. Some ghosts are smart n subtle and they can make you do things, feel things enough times while you’re awake that it’s habit-forming. My friend Sydney Poindexter can show you.”
Dread hit Dash like a tidal wave and he turned to bolt. Then he was cold and he relaxed all over, went deathly calm. He was submerged in the utmost chill vibes. Then he was utterly terrified, so much so he almost needed a change of pants. But then he was over the moon happy, frothing at the mouth pissed and then calm again.
The heat slowly returned to Dash’s bones as the back of something- someone filled his vision. Then he was looking at the bucktoothed, weak chinned weird movie hologram ghost of - if Fenton was to be believed - Sydney fucking Poindexter . “You see, Dash,” Fenton said while Dash stared at Poindexter with a very real sense of dread and awareness that someone who could fly could catch him faster than he could run, “if Sydney here were to possess you from time to time and adjust your mood and behavior just a little bit each time, especially over the few months we’ve been in school, you’d start doing everything he made you do on your own. You wouldn’t notice it either, it’d feel like your own feelings.” Dash finally looked at Fenton. “Got the picture, Dash?”
“... I thought your family hunted ghosts down?” Dash’s voice was as small as he felt. Because of that, he nodded quickly when he realized he’d been asked a question. “Y-yeah, I get the picture. I’ve been. I’ve been fucking possessed. ” Icy hot fury and horror filled him up to the brim and Dash shook, fists clenching and unclenching. “I’m being haunted by someone and they’re fuckin with what kinda person I am. But who the hell would do that?”
“Dash, Sydney is going to hide so that Ishiyama doesn’t turn on the security system and shoot holes through him - and he’s a good person, Dash, trust me.” Yeah, sure he is. “And we’re gonna go to the principal and have her call a very specific person to the front office. I need you and I to be hiding right next to the door to the hall, because when he sees you, he’ll know what’s happening.” Fenton reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out- ok, he really did have bottomless pockets because no way he kept a gun and a belt in there. He handed it to Dash who held it in his hands, feeling a bit numb. “Put that on. It’ll give a nasty shock to any hostile ghost that touches you.”
“So that he can’t possess me again, right?” Fenton nodded and Dash was putting the belt on before he even knew it. It clicked into place and he felt a warm buzz rush through him. “Fuck, thanks Fenton. Danny. Do we uh. Do we go now?”
“Dash you’re heading to practice,” Fe-Danny said, and Dash sighed and slumped against a locker. “Don’t worry though, we have a plan.”
“Right. A plan.” Dash took a deep breath and nodded. He wanted to get whatever ghost asshole had been messing him up, making him into a total asshole, right the fuck then. But Fenton was the nerd with the sci-fi gun and a ghost friend here, not Dash. And he wasn’t all that keen on being near Poindexter of all dead people, so he nodded again and half turned. “...This… after this ghost dude is dealt with, I’ll… I’ll go back to normal, right?”
“That’ll take some effort on your part, Dash. Do you want to go back to normal?” Dash whirled around to tell Fenton of course he did but he was just gone.
Dash scoffed and shook his head, walking to practice. “Got his boyfriend’s dramatics.”
It was legitimately the simplest of plans. Danny had come up with it so it was very simple and easy to understand. Danny and Dash headed into Ishiyama’s office at lunch, Sydney waited just outside of Danny’s own sensing range for him - which had gotten alarmingly smaller since his resurrection - and when Dash identified Bertrand as his late grandfather, Danny, Sam and Tucker would turn him into a pile of green sludge, then go after Spectra after making the case that she was also something inhuman disguising herself to feed off of the students. Simple.
Easy to understand didn’t mean easy to execute. When Danny Fenton of all people approached Ishiyama and said something was up, with Dash Baxter backing him up, she called up Bertrand Baxter to her office. Dash looked absolutely floored by that revelation though and turned on Danny immediately. “Are you saying my fucking grandpa is the one who’s been haunting me?”
“I really hope you’re not like, attached to him or anything.”
“Oh no, he was awful but dude, you knew? ” Danny sighed and nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“He could’ve possessed you in the shower when you took off the belt and figured out how much we know.” Danny looked to Ishiyama, who had gone pale and was typing furiously at her laptop. Danny, however, headed to the door to the hallway and crouched down, reaching into his jacket. Dash was still standing in the doorway to the principal’s office, however, and so when Bertrand came in and Danny got to see his disguise for the first time - short, grey slacks with dress shoes and a red dress shirt with a suit jacket and bowtie. His hair was grey and his eyes were green and he looked like a stereotypical rich white guy, reminding Danny how wealthy Dash actually was - Bertrand stopped and stared at Dash for three seconds.
“Oh. you. Wonderful to see you again you sissy ass brute, have you been sewing anymore wittle teddybears for yourself or are your sausage fingers too big for that?” Oh, Danny hated that tone. So, he pulled out his rifle, aimed it at Bertrand’s face, and smirked.
“Wow, you looked slimy in life too, huh?” Danny got to see wide green eyes filled with shock and terror before he squeezed the trigger on his gun and Bertrand became a green splat on the wall that Danny would have to clean up later.
“You didn’t even leave a little bit of ass for me to kick?” Sam groaned as she stood up from behind the wait desk, patting the shaking attendant’s back while she got closer. In her hands was a thin metal tube with the Fenton Logo on it and a button, looking to any trained eye like a typical collapsible bo staff. “I got this whole new weapon from your mom and everything.”
“Please don’t say that in front of the principal - and hey, we’ve got more ass to kick.” Danny grinned, maybe a bit wider than humanly reasonable, and turned to Ishiyama. “I’d like to make a complaint about Bertrand’s boss.”
“You can make that complaint to her right here in person, darling. ” Danny spun to look at the source of the predatory purr that was damn near right in his ear. Red suit, red hair done up in ridiculous horns, and eyes that were slowly shifting from green to yellow to orange. “I don’t believe we’ve met yet, Mr. Fenton, but it’ll be my pleasure to give yourself and your friends a session. Free of charge.”
“Hm, I hear you, Penny, I do. Counterpoint.” Danny grinned as Sam hit the button and swung her now humming staff - the Fenton Anti Creep Stick™ - at Spectra’s face and watched as it sailed through the air where Spectra had been. The creature named Penelope had twisted back and around fluid as water to avoid the strike and spun around, kicking Sam in the gut and knocking her into the reception desk. Danny snarled and raised his rifle, managing to shoot Spectra in the shoulder.
Spectra flicked the ashes from her shoulder where her suit and ‘skin’ had been burned - though her skin looked more like it’d suffered a fading sunburn than it did a glob of ionized ectoplasmic plasma - and backhanded a shocked Danny. He raised his arms in time to block the nails that were now claws with his jacket, but these sleeves were cotton and simply tore open while he was flung back as well. “Oh Danny, honey, you should really do your research more. I’m not a ghost .” Darkness flooded the room and they - Danny, Sam, Tucker, Dash - were in what Danny assumed to be her office. He hissed and pulled out the Peeler, but that was smacked out of his hands and clattered loudly to the floor.
The others disappeared in a cloud of smoke, which the room was steadily becoming. “Come now, Danny, none of that. We’re here to talk, after all. About you, before you ask. After all, you have quite a few pressing anxieties to address, don’t you?” A clipboard appeared in her hands from the smoke all around them and she read over it while Danny reached for the bonds to his friends. The threads were… slack, dim, quieter than they should be.
“Daniel James Fenton, your sister had an appointment set up with me for you, worried unlike every other child here you weren’t getting enough attention. But of course, someone like you can never get enough attention.”
“When I get my hands on you I-”
“Ah, that testosterone you keep shooting up with really is making you more aggressive, isn’t it?” Danny snarled at her and she tutted at him, walking slowly around her desk. “Or is that the ectoplasm running through your veins causing you to act out violently on mere speculations and possibilities from what’s more than likely just a bad dream from your little friend. That’s what it does, after all. Corrupt the mind and soul. Oh, but of course you know that, don’t you?
“Your parents have all the science on ghosts at their fingertips and surely you’re smart enough to read up on it. Oh,” she covered her mouth and sucked on her teeth, looking all the world like she’d just noticed something inconsiderate coming out of her vile mouth before vanishing into the darkness. “Oh, well I suppose you could read it but it wouldn’t stick, would it? The dead can’t learn anything new, after all, you’re just an echo of who you were before.”
“Bias and prejudice aren’t science!” Danny raised his rifle again, energy racing to his eyes as he searched the shadows desperately. The light rose to his call, filled him untethered him from the Earth, but what he Saw felt wrong . Even the lies the eyes tell him are truer than what was around him and he knew that but he couldn’t see through the smoke. “Sam and Tucker have hammered that into me plenty well enough by now to cut through bullshit like that! And really, I liked your office better after that flubber wannabe and I trashed it.”
A flash of red suit came into view and Danny pulled the trigger, but Spectra was faster than the green hot plasma, and claws swatted his weapon away while slashing at his chest. Thank Tucker for leather jackets and all the protection they offered but now Danny was on his back, the ground and somehow the kind of uncomfortable chair that all schools used to punish the students for the simple crime of being there.
“Ah yes, Sam the rich goth girl who befriended you as soon as she heard that you were the son of the town crazies. The one who warned you away from coming out to your parents so they could help you become normal again - or as close as someone like You can get.” She laughed, the sound of ice spilling down a glacier into the cold dark waters below, and it echoed around him like the chill of a winter night. “Don’t you know she’s only friends with you because you’re ‘unique’? Because you’re a freak ? Don’t you know, oh so darling Danny, that as soon if you were able to get rid of all this craziness and live a peaceful life, she’d grow bored with you and leave?”
“You don’t know a damn thing about Sam, she’s not like that!” Danny rolled out of the chair and got to his feet, every movement like he was covered in sandbags and the smokey shadows every two feet away seemed to swallow up his voice, growing darker and pressing closer like a rolling tide. Light curled into a ball in his palm, and he hurled it where Spectra was, but the shadows ate his light and left barely a foot in any direction to move.
“Oh and the year you’ve known her has revealed everything to you, hm? Well, I suppose when someone murders you with peer pressure and you stick around them it’s clear how pathetically desperate for another friend you are. After all, the only other one you have is your oh so precious Tucker . Precious, pragmatic Tucker who cheered you on to go to your parents about all this, more than ok with you getting dissected for it. After all, he’s a smart boy and you can’t have fooled him as well as you fooled yourself into thinking you’re the same Danny Fenton he knew before you died.”
Spectra laughed again, claws digging into his shoulders, and anger, resentment, and fury rang through his soul, the chime of a burning bell. Light struck Spectra in the face, the Fomorian’s cackles finally cut off with a shriek of pain as she stumbled back and the choking darkness ebbed a foot away again. Danny snarled at her, spying the empty hollowness where his light had sheared off the false skin on her face, another ball of orange-silver light crackling at his fingertips.
“You keep Tucker’s name out of your filthy lying mouth! He would never hurt me!”
“He sure did take his time making you any sort of protection though, and once he got your parents to give him something that made his very touch a taser’s spark to your skin he wasn’t in any rush to modify it for your safety. Almost like he didn’t want you able to touch him, or he didn’t feel like making you something genuinely substantial as protection - after all, he finally got another one working and where did that end up? On Dash.” Danny stepped back when the shadows closed around Spectra once again, glaring into the dark of her office and kicking the desk to the wall for room. It didn’t even clatter against the wall when it vanished from his sight and he couldn’t tell if that was because there was no wall or if he was simply losing his stars forsaken mind.
“Modifying the Spector Deflector took time, you slippery little oil stain, now come out where I can punch you.”
“It hardly took time for your parents to make it, did it? And oh your parents.” She purred, voice taking on a cloyingly sweet tone and Danny shuddered at the cold against his skin, the smoke curling against his jacket and following him as he flew up to the ceiling to make some room. Now, though, it looked like he was trapped in the abyss with no floor, no ceiling, no way anywhere and if he ever stopped flying he would fall and fall and fall and there was no end to this darkness, no stars to sing to him and comfort him and it was like the times before his very first self .
“We can’t forget the source of all this anguish can we? Those darn parents of yours that put ghost hunting and science and your better sibling before you the whole of our life and even your afterlife! Oh, even you know now that normal old human authorities would clutch their pearls and steal you away to a safer place to live than with them. How many times have you had artificial ectoplasm in your food, either poisoning you or bringing it to life for you all to fend off? How many times have they barged into your room with no concern for your privacy and dragged you away to do work for them like an intern? How many times have you nearly died because dear old Dr. and Dr. Fenton couldn’t be bothered to make their home a safe place for a child?”
Danny curled up into a ball then, clutching at his head and closing his eyes. The star song that rang through his body and warmed his bones when he was a ghost grew dimmer and darker and colder with each word out of the dark and past the echoes it took a moment to realize that whining sound was coming from him. “Shut up! Shut up shut up, you don’t- so they’re a little clumsy! No one can be the best parents ever, and they love us! They love me!”
“Is that why they killed you?” That laughter felt like a slap to the face and Danny slipped into intangibility, only to fall from the air as his power left him, and he landed on the cold hard ground, alone and shaking. “Your father so careless with the most outrageously dangerous things that he left a doorway to the land of the dead plugged in even with the door to the lab still open. Your mother, so stubborn, so sure of herself, would never listen to your advice on how to simply not mutate the food that her family eats let alone listen about how ghosts actually work from you . Daddy dearest doesn’t truly care what you want to be, he knows that you’re not smart enough to become an astronaut, skilled enough to live off your art alone, and that all you really have to fall back on is the family business of ghost hunting, so why shouldn’t he talk over you about it all? Your own precious Mommy didn’t have an answer for you as to what she’d do if she knew you were a ghost.
“Oh, your parents are just so awful that they went and let you die, and you don’t want to face the truth of it? Is it because you’re afraid that you’re just like them, keeping Agatha locked up in that soup can for a whole weekend before you let her out, turning Hunter into a splatter on the ground, shooting my dearest little assistant because he’s a ghost? Or is it because you know, deep down, that what they would do as soon as they knew you’re not human is strap you down and cut you up to see what you actually are. You don’t even know, after all!”
His light was a pinprick in the distance, practically gone and with it the gossamer strings that bound him to his friends and let him know he wasn’t alone. They were gone because he was alone, wasn’t he? How could he not be, with whatever the hell he was? There wasn’t a thing out there like him, and if the dark pressing in on him like oil choked sea water swallowed him up then no one would truly understand what was lost. Would they even feel they lost something at all?
“Are you a ghost pretending to be human again? Or are you a creepy little boy with creepy little powers? A changeling left behind by a faerie through that portal, or some kind of curse? Oh, who cares what you are? Not a boy, not a ghost, not a fae or jinni or beast of this earth! Who could possibly care for a thing - a mistake like little Danny Fenton? Or should I say, C-”
Orange, fury, protect, love, wrath, HOW DARE SHE blazed down the bond between Danny and Jazz and filled him with a warmth he’d near forgotten existed. Green light cut through the darkness and engulfed Spectra, peeling away her suit and her skin and the darkness that made her up like one might an onion or potato. “ How dare you, you worthless parasite? How dare you lay a single clawed hand on my baby brother while you sit here, curled up in your precious darkness to hide from the truth that would burn away your empty, worthless lies?” Danny had never heard Jazz so angry, had never seen such fire in her aura and it kindled that spark inside of him that was growing oh so distant. “Sydney?”
Danny had never loved the color green so much before he saw peridot flames leap from Sydney’s hands and engulf the room, before sweeping in to swallow Spectra up in a pile of burning rot . They were back in Ishiyama’s office and the waiting room before it, Tucker and Sam and Dash all pale and shaking like they were freezing, but the heat of Sydney’s flames and the rage in his screams were like a camp fire in the cold woods. When Danny turned to see Jazz she was practically a chrome and green knight, wearing armor he’d never seen before and brandishing the Peeler at Spectra like a shotgun at a mugger. “I can’t believe I thought someone so pathetic they had to pick at the insecurities of literal children for a misery meal would do anything to help my brother.” She squeezed the trigger and held it until even Spectra’s shrieks of agony were nothing more than echoes in the room.
Jazz turned to Danny and before she was even fully out of the armor he had his arms wrapped around her, clinging tight to the only person that felt well and truly real at the moment. She hugged him back just as fast and relief slammed into the horror and misery and blended with the vindication until he couldn’t tell what feeling it was that blurred his vision and made his face wet with tears, but when Jazz ran a hand down his back he shook with the force of his sobs. Tucker and Sam put hands on his shoulders and the threads between them were a sickly puce and bloody red that had him dragging them both into the hug with him. They stood there, leaning on each other in the office and crying, and some part of Danny knew that they were going to be alright.
They had each other, and nothing could get to them when they were with each other, right?
#Danny Phantom#Dash Baxter#Danny Fenton#Sydney Poindexter#Tucker Foley#Principal Ishiyama#Bertrand Baxter#Bertrand dp#Sam Manson#Penelope Spectra#Jazz Fenton#Monstrous to Supernatural#fanfiction#fanfic#phanfiction#phanfic#fanphiction#fanphic#PhanPhiction#phanphic#phicc#Danny Phantom Fanfiction#Rexy Writes
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okay rewatching earlier snanders snides, i'm noticing things
-where each side stood was not too consistent
-thomas used to physically step up for the "PEACE OUT!" (he also doesn't do the wink at "nonbinary pals" and i hate it)
-SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT.
-roman started with an accent of sorts (i can't place it exactly)
-the lighting is much brighter.
-patton was the one who was bad at internet (youtube) slang
-logan gave his emotions to patton in exchange for all sense
-patton seemed to develop the more intense arachnophobia we see from him AFTER virgil appeared (p:"can you handle disposing bugs, spiders, or creatures you may find in your house?" t:"c'mon." p:"yeah, that's a no.")
-thomas talked to US, not the sides, for more than the beginning & end
-thomas could leave his area too
-their voices were very very similar. (nowadays you can pick them out even as background noise)
-virgil was a fuckin bastard. he did NOT give a fuck. he was so sarcastic and CHILL?
-*virgil voice* k i d
-CHARACTER THOMAS ONCE KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON
-virgil has very spindly legs
-the first videos were more one-on-one (chr thomas & a side)
-the earliest episodes (2016) were around the same time of moana's release. feel old?
-nobody fucking liked each other
-virgil seems to be taking better care of himself
-virgil's opinion on deception is more "haha go on lie to yourself coward" than "HISS"
-virgil: YOU SICKEN ME. you can't always rely on a catchy tune to solve your problems! (YOU ONCE KNEW ME AS REAL GLOOMY-)
-roman did a little dance in A New Year of Lying to Myself and i'm dying
-logan made the others leave for the outro so it was still "his video". literally everyone was confused, i don't even know if logan knew what was going on
-virgil had self-confidence once
-he's also like "bitch i'm here to help shut up i'm not leaving" vs the Self-Doubt and questioning of now
-I FINALLY FOUND WHERE THOMAS SAYS HE HATES CARROTS
-roman pops up twice in a row with the line "did someone say prince??"
-okay i know i said chr thomas knows what's going on but he's still so clueless
-virgil has grown less cynical about frozen. roman grew MORE cynical. he was hesitant then, he's a flat-out critic now
-thomas loves aladdin
-"merlawyer"
-logan: clickbait works
-roman: you're the STORYTIME GUY.
-patton physically stole some of thomas' pizza wtf
-wholesome endcards. so wholesome.
-roman's so excited and a mood
-someone find the thomas-dressing-up-as-an-old-man-for-comiccon thing
-"anxiety leave him alone, he gets excited." says patton. who also gets super excited.
-logan was BOUNCING, guys, he, "emotionless", bouncing in place from excitement.
-closed captions said "princie" and i don't know what to think of it
-once, chr thomathy didn't have weekly crisises
-again. they didn't really like each other.
-virgil's the only one who seems to know thomas' limits
-logan: one more clickbait idea? "I KILLED THE ENTIRE CAST OF A DISNEY SHOW??!"
-patton: misleading comments are just insults to clickbait
-thomas pronounces it "pajah-mas"
-patton @ logan about thommy boy: our little guy
-chr thomas, in tMvtH: "sides arguing is bad." chr thomas, in LNTAO: *sips juice as everyone screeches*
-patton @ logan: wHAT DO Y O U KNOW ABOUT LOVE??
-thomas about himself: the child
-THOMAS. THOMAS USED TO SOLVE/NEGOTIATE PROBLEMS. WOW.
-virgil: moralityyyyy, don't LIE to him~
-virgil: i've got an idea. DON'T. DON'T EVEN TRY.
-thomas: that's not how people work.
-AEYO ZIPPITZ TU PLARP.
-meepso globay.
-OH, WABSO, SAL PLOPLANOOOOO
-valerie, clearly struggling to not laugh: wow, this is horrible! i never realized how stupid and untalented you are!
-(he never really was good at art.)
-the dragon witch has a masculine voice and two lines (F*CK YOU VALERIE/my sPLEEN)
-next to thomas, valerie is TINY. talyn-sized.
-VIRGIL DOES SAY "weddings are outdated, expensive pageantry"... 19 episodes before SVS!
valerietine's day
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i'm going to bed
#thomas sanders#virgil sanders#roman sanders#sanders sides#ts#tss#logan sanders#logic sanders#sanders#creativity sanders#patton sanders#patton#ts patton#ts logan#ts virgil#ts roman#rewatch
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FFT: galentines; john shaw
Notes:
Okay, so... Did I mention I totally fell in love with Dean Ambrose’s character John in the movie Lockdown? Because yeah, yeet, oops. This is a result of that. And maybe at some point, I might revisit this whole.. Idea.. of mine. Idk. For now, this is part 1 in a two part thing.
Summary:
Valerie and John were a thing years ago. Now they work together. But there’s lack of closure and BOTH PARTIES are still in love. Maybe drinks are had and maybe John does the sober boss thing and takes Valerie home?
Pairing:
Detective John Shaw x OFC, Valerie.
Warnings:
alcohol tw, flirting and angst.
“It’s over-commercialized bullshit, that’s what it is. No one is ever going to tell me any different.” Valerie was turning the glass upside down as soon as she slammed back her shot of tequila and shaking her head at the bitterness.
“Aren’t you worried you’ll get called into the station. By our boss and your partner, the hardass?” Tess teased Valerie just in the hopes that it’d get Valerie ranting and raving about her crush on the man in question because she was almost certain that she’d seen Officer Shaw walk into the bar earlier, flashing his badge around, looking all official. And Tess really, really, really wanted to see Valerie stick her foot right in her mouth at last. The tension between the two when they were all on the clock was almost enough to make everyone around them squirm in anticipation. It was almost as if they knew each other before they started working together on the force. Several times Tess got the feeling there was something neither of them were telling her, but she let it alone. She let them keep insisting things were complicated because somehow, she got the feeling they were beyond that.
For about 3 seconds, the words of her best friend almost sobered Valerie up. But she started to laugh and she shrugged. “I told him I get tonight off. Because Valentines Day.” Valerie giggled and shook her head, glaring at the rest of her friends when they immediately chimed in “Crime doesn’t take a night off.” her three best friends all mimicked Officer Shaw.
Valerie bit her lip, grabbing for the bottle of tequila between the four of them and after taking a lime wedge and shaking some salt onto the back of her hand, she took another shot. “Do you guys k-know how f-fucking hard it is w-working with John Shaw?”
“Oh god, here we go.”
“Hey, somebody should record this.”
“D-don’t y-you dare. With those f-fucking arms and those e-eyes, holy shit. Man is a walking w-wet dream. I c-can’t fuckin f-focus when he walks into my o-office.” Valerie was off to the races, ranting on without a care in the world and her friends were all sitting back and quietly giggling. At one point during the most filthy part of Valerie’s rant on the things she wanted Officer Shaw to do to her and a few things she wouldn’t mind doing to him, Tess caught sight of Valerie’s partner -and their boss, nursing a bottle of water and sitting at the edge of the bar, staring right at Valerie intently.
He did it all the time.
The next thing Tess knew, she was getting a text from an unknown number. The mystery was solved as soon as she opened the text though and Tess smirked to herself as her eyes scanned the message Officer Shaw sent her.
← Thought Valerie had a hot date or somethin’ tonight…
Tess had plans already, she was meeting a guy she swiped right and matched on Tinder with -if he bothered showing up. Their other two friends Rita and Addie had taken an Uber over to the bar after their shift at the hospital and were leaving as soon as their husbands got off work from a local steel factory. Tess had a feeling she knew exactly what Officer Shaw was getting at though, and just the thought that she might be right and this might be a damn good chance to play matchmaker between Shaw and Valerie. And that’s exactly what she set about doing, with her answering texts.
→ No sir. Not us. Never. ;P
→ Valerie got dumped earlier, so she’s havin’ a rough night. I think she started drinking at 5-ish?
→ I gave her a lift here, but if my Tinder guy ever shows, I’m getting outta here because I plan on getting l a i d tonight, sir. So.. Val is deffo gonna need a ride.
→ But then again, she’s the only one you were really askin’ about, am I right? ;P
As soon as she’d responded, she put away her phone. She spotted the red and black plaid scarf that her Tinder date mentioned he’d be wearing and she took two more rapid-fire shots, standing as she wiped her hands down the front of her jeans. “Ladies, my ride awaits. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do tonight. If you do, name it after me.. Or don’t. I’m outta here.”
Valerie gave a laugh and called out in a cheeky tone to her best friend, “ Wrap it up! You don’t know where that dick’s been, sweetheart!” her level of drunkenness making her usual drawl even thicker and much more pronounced. She stood, sliding off the barstool and she started to make her way towards the back, with Rita and Addie in tow.
Walking isn’t really a word for what she was doing. Stumbling was more like it. Rita and Addie flanked her on either side, holding her steady until she came to a stop in front of the old jukebox sitting next to a pool stick holder mounted to the back wall of the bar. After digging around in her pockets, she finally found a ten dollar bill and she set to straightening it, pouting and swearing when that task proved to be just a bit more difficult than she anticipated.
“Girl.”
“Give me that, holy shit.” Addie reached out, taking the badly wrinkled bill, smoothing it over the edge of the machine before slipping it into the slot. “No stripper anthems tonight.”
“Aw, c’mon, whyyyy.” Valerie whined and pouted, but burst into laughter. “Fine. W-we’re listenin t-to metal.”
“Oh god.”
“She’s gonna be so hungover tomorrow. Christ, Rita, her hair is gonna hurt.” Addie grimaced as Rita glanced over towards the end of the bar. Spotting Valerie’s partner sitting there nursing a glass of water, she got Addie’s attention as Valerie wandered over to the rack of pool sticks and grabbed one, chalking the tip.
“Okay, so here’s my thought. Tess has already told the guy that Val is gonna need a lift. When Mike and Danny show, we’ll kinda herd her over there to him.”
“We can’t do that, Rita.”
“We can and we are. Because it’s about time they both acted on the way they feel. Guy’s always around, Addie. He wouldn’t show up here if it weren’t for our wildcat best friend. And you know what Tess keeps saying, they’re always fighting. Think, Addie.. How’d it start with you and Danny?”
“Ooh. Good point. Okay, fine. I’m in. But I don’t like it. And he better not be a dick about it.”
“Somehow I don’t think he will, Addie.” Rita mused as she nodded in the direction of Officer Shaw. Valerie’s laughter and Sad But True by Metallica shattered the otherwise quiet bar and Rita gave a wink to the officer sipping water as his gaze flickered from her to Valerie, settling on Valerie who was currently racking the table for a game while trying to sing along with the song and wiggling her hips to it.
“At least she’s not at home ugly sobbing into a pint of ice cream like with Ben.” Addie mused as Rita nodded in agreement and reached for a pool stick. “C’mon. I feel like tonight’s that night, Val. Tonight I’m gonna push you right off that champion throne.”
“R-rita, I l-love you but n-no. N-nope. You’re h-horrible at t-this.”
“No, you’re just a little hustler. That’s all.”
Valerie squealed, smiling at her in a goofy way. “Awww, bitch, y-you always say the sweetest shit.”
“Okay, sugar. Get the stick and get ready for your beating.”
They were about halfway into the game when Rita and Addie’s husbands showed up to collect them and Rita wandered past Officer Shaw, leaning in to whisper, “Okay, stud. She’s gonna need a lift. Don’t be an ass. It’s been a rough day for her. When you two got into it earlier? She’d just finished crying in the employee bathroom while textin’ me.”
John’s gaze left Rita and settled on Valerie, watching her like a hawk. Ozzy Osbourne was playing now and Valerie was taking a long sip from the forgotten bottle of tequila. He grimaced and nodded in her direction as he asked Rita, “Any reason why?”
“Yeah, her ass of an ex, Ben. He dumped her over text.”
John grimaced again, finishing off his bottled water as he glanced at the time on his phone screen and stood. “The four of ya be careful.” he told Rita as Rita nodded and then told him, “Have fun wrangling her, Officer. Use the cuffs if you have to.”
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Welcome To Alexandria
Request: “Hi, could you please do from the prompt list “Are you wearing my shirt?” “Don’t leave my side” “Are you jealous?” With Daryl ?”
Word Count: 1154
Warnings: A little violence, language
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When the group decided to take a chance and follow Aaron back to Alexandria, you were more than stunned to discover everything this community had to offer. They had running water, electricity, homes, food, everything you could possibly imagine. Of course, everyone was very timid and on-guard.
When you stood outside of the gates, awaiting them to be opened, Daryl spotted a raccoon digging through a trash-bin and skillfully shot it through the stomach, picking it up up by its tail just as the gates opened up. He looks up and you bite your lip to resist laughing at the man’s shocked face as he stares bewildered at Daryl. Clearly these people have been spoiled. “Brought dinner,” Daryl jokes, though his face is nothing but serious. He walks by your side as your group slowly makes their way inside of the gates, looking around in shock. It’s so nice!
Aaron says that you guys are going to want to speak with some woman named Deanna, which is when Daryl mutters sternly in your ear “Don’t leave my side.” He does not trust these people at all, especially after what just happened at Terminus.
The next two days are a blur as everyone explores the community, speaks to Deanna and Aaron, and try to accommodate. Apparently this is your new home, you need to try to get comfortable. You awoke a little late this morning, everyone being out of the home at the moment with the exception of Sasha, who sat beside baby Judith in her new crib. Your back is sore from sleeping on the hard floor, but it is better than anything outside of this new community, so you can’t even be upset. You grab your bag and pull out a random T-shirt, heading into the bathroom and changing your clothes, then brushing your teeth, which still feels amazing and you wind up in there for ten minutes grooming yourself.
Once you finally leave the bathroom, now fully dressed, you decide to head outside to check out the place some more. When you step outside, you spot Daryl sitting in the corner of the balcony, watching you come out. He gives you a weird look before smirking a little at you. “What?” You question, unsure why he is giving you that look.
“Is that my shirt?” He asks, and you glance down, realizing that you had indeed put on one of Daryl’s shirts.
“Oh, whoops. Must have grabbed it by mistake.” You reply, shrugging your shoulders. You don’t care very much, everyone already knows about you and Daryl. “Does it bother you?” You ask before you step down the stairs to explore. He shakes his head no and shrugs.
“Looks good on ya.” He teases, and you smile.
“Coming?” You ask as you step down, waiting for him.
“Nah.” He responds, resting his arms on his pulled up knees, and you roll your eyes then head down the street.
While wandering around, you bump into one of the Monroe sons, although you don’t remember which one he is. “Hey! It’s Y/N, right?” The tall lean man asks, jogging over to you from where he sat on his own stairs. You were heading back in the direction of the house your group was sharing, but he stopped you before you could get all the way back.
“Yeah, you’re one of Deanna’s sons, right?” You respond, holding out your hand to him, attempting to be polite.
He nods, a smile lighting up his face as he places his hand in yours, giving you a floppy dead-fish handshake that made you internally cringe. “Spencer Monroe.” He introduces himself, holding onto your hand a little too long. You awkwardly release his and tuck them into your pockets, shifting your weight a little, wondering if there’s a reason he stopped you. “How are you liking it here so far?” He asks, almost seeming as if there was an alternate meaning to his question, based on his face and the suggestive way he asked it.
You shift again and laugh awkwardly. “It’s nice. You guys are really lucky to have this, it’s bad out there.” You respond, fully aware that this guy probably wouldn’t last a week outside of these walls.
“Yeah.. Hasn’t been too easy in here, either.” He responds, standing up a little straighter. You stare at him for a moment, wondering if he’s joking. This is like a paradise compared to the outside, is he insane?
“Yeah…” You mutter, looking past him toward the house. You notice Daryl leaning against the balcony fence, staring your direction. You bet he is probably not so happy about you speaking to this man-child, knowing your boyfriend’s short temper, and decide it is probably best if you head back, before he gets a grudge against him for no reason. “Sorry, I think Daryl needs me.” You excuse yourself, stepping past him and heading toward your new “home”. Daryl stands up straight when you start up the stairs, and you can already tell from his face and body language that he’s about to start an argument. “What’d he want?” He asks thickly, basically spatting his words, curious about what that boy you just meant could want to speak to his girl about.
“He was just introducing himself, making conversation.” You respond, stopping outside of the closed door, facing him.
Daryl scoffs, crossing his bare muscular arms that you can’t help but glance at; which he notices. He feels a little better about himself, knowing that Spencer is a twig compared to him, and hardly a man, but it still bothers him. He is a stereotypical well-off white boy that you might have ended up with, had the world not gone to shit.
“Got nothin to worry bout, Daryl.” You assure him, smiling lightly at your boyfriend. He snaps out of his thoughts and sort of glares at you.
“I’ont care bout that kid.” He speaks gruffly, acting offended that you think he does, even though it is true.
“Right, you’re not jealous I was talking to some new guy. Okay.” You reply sarcastically, walking inside, not in the mood for his immaturity. He follows you inside, feeling himself getting more and more worked up.
“I’m not fuckin jealous.” He argues, clenching his jaw.
“Okay Daryl.” You respond, sitting down on the counter, crossing your arms.
He glares at you, knowing you don’t believe him, and rolls his eyes. “So I can’t talk to anyone?” You question, feeling pissed off at his childishness.
“Never said that.” He mutters, turning away from you.
“Might as well have.” You respond, stepping down and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, leaning your head on his back. “I don’t want anyone else. I’m sure you’ve realized that.” You assure him, then let him go, heading back out to find Rick, leaving Daryl standing there watching you leave, wondering how he got so lucky.
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Stages of playing pokémon X/Y: My Edition: Part 2
Pokémon Guru: You Do Me a Disappoint, Sir.
Gym Leaders: The most difficult was Valerie but I had the most fun challenging Grant, Ramos and Korrina.
Gym Badges: Grass badge is fave!!! So pretty!! All of them are so nice though?????
Sighting of AZ: bEHEMOTH- I WAS NOT PREPARED!!
Lysandre’s First Speech: Sycamore. As your father. I advise you to RU N!!!
Crazies in Lysa Café: How the fuck- Ya’ll gonna die, you are aware of that right?!
Augustine’s Speech; directly after Lysa’s first speech: My son, how can people hate you???
Flare Fuckers pt. 2: BOW, PEASANTS. and also gimme your money. I need balls for a gibble so I can name one Augustine.
Lumiose Boutique: Fuckin’- Classist twats! I am as stylish as I wanna be, lemme buy your shit.
Ball Boutique: HEAVEN IN HIDING!!! COME TO ME BALLS!!! EVERYWHERE!
Scary house: Lore?????? MY MONEY! TAKE IT! PLEASE TAKE MY MONEY!!!
Other pupils, again: UNAPPRECIATIVE BRATS!!!
Ghost swamp: Yes!! Litwick. is. so. cute!!! As is Quagsire, even though it’s odd to find it here???
The Electricians(Power Plant): As Guzma would say: “Ya’ll stupid!”
NPC’s: Oddly historically informed but please continue.
O-Power guy: Still have no idea what to do with what you give me but I’ll figure it out eventually??? So thanks???
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DANNY FENTON - DANNY PHANTOM
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General Opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life Hotness Level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot (if anything, this dood is adorable) | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bangHogwarts House: Gryffindor | Slytherin | Ravenclaw | Hufflepuff (This was actually so hard to answer. hng. I’m still having doubts.)Best Quality: His adorable goofiness. He really tries to be cool and it shows. I think guys who try to be cool are just the most adorable thing.Worst Quality: “I’M GOING GHOST!” ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE. DO U WANNA KEEP YOUR IDENTITY A SECRET OR ARE YOU JUST STICKIN’ IT OUT UNTIL SOMEONE FIGURES U OUT????
Alright but in all seriousness, he needs to love himself more, be more confident. Danny Phantom may be confident af but that’s just his alter ego, like man, dude, D a n n y. You’re worth it. I love u. You can do this. I believe in you. You’re freakin’ awesome. Love yourself.Ship Them With: …Tbh?? Tucker or Valerie. Tucker because I’m a sucker for gay best friends turned lovers trope. But I don’t mean the sexual kind, more like the “gives each other cuddles and kisses because they need them”. And Valerie bc I’ve kind of shipped them since Flirting With Disaster. I’m sorry. I don’t really see much reason to ship him with anyone else. Maybe Sam, I do love Sam but their relationship felt so forced in canon and as much as love her, I somehow just see her as a really loyal friend. But there are a lot of different opinions based on who people ship this poor boy with and I don’t really wanna go any more into that territory.BROTP Them With: M E M E S. Okay but seriously. Tucker. Tucker is great. Tucker deserves credit. Tucker is still there, even if he’s jealous n shit. Sam too. These guys are the ultimate BRO3P.Needs To Stay Away From: Any damn ghost or person who means him harm. I’m serious. Protect him.Misc. Thoughts: Just. Be happy. Be okay. Sleep more. Stop hitting yourself. Love yourself. He’s trying his best. Please someone take his stress away. S L E E P.
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Stolen Choices Chapter Five Staking Claim
Previously:
You were lost in thought and found that your fingers kept touching your lips where he kissed you, his lips still ghosting over them. His lingering taste and feel still burning you deliciously.
"What's on your mind, Y/N?" You shook your head and came back to the moment. "Nothing, thank you for getting me ready for tonight. Really not into it, you know." She nodded and waved a theatrical all done for you then plopped down in the closest chair.
"I understand. You ok? I mean with all of this?" You liked Nat, she was real and didn't put up with any shit from anyone. You could take a few notes from her. "Actually better than I thought I would be." She smiled a genuine smile. "Yea, Steve has a way about him." You pinched your brows together, did he do this a lot with women he helped? Were you just another. Nat picked up on your misunderstanding of the exchanged and casually went to clarify. "He doesn't get close to people very often but when he does he's loyal to a fault. He will fight to the death for them and you can feel it all around you. The safety, the friendship, the total love. He and Bucky both will give you they're all. That's why I fell in love with Buck. He's a lot like Steve, just his darker half I suppose." She laughed to herself at an inside joke almost and you couldn't help but smile. The thought of him laying his life down for you left a chill to your bones and settled terribly with you. You were scarred to your core for his well being and you would gladly lay your life down for him if the occasion called for it. You were in over your head for the tall soldier.
"I-I know it's not my place but it's ok to let your guard down with him." Your eyes shot up to hers. Was it that obvious to everyone? Hell, you didn't even know how you felt. What did you feel? "I'm married, Nat. A man like Steve. Honorable and from a different time. He wouldn't want---" She stood up and turned the chair to have you face the mirror. You had simple makeup and with retro waves reminiscent of a vintage era she finally spoke.
"You were given a raw deal sweetheart. You don't deserve the hand you've been dealt and no one, not even God would want a wife to be abused by her husband. You will get out of this." She went to walk out of your room and before she left she turned back one last time. "I've known Steve a long time. He's the most honorable man I know but the one thing I do know is that man will always follow his heart." With that, she left you with your thoughts and the knowledge that tonight would just bring both of you deeper into the rabbit hole.
Steve was ever the gentleman as he walked you into the gala and you almost felt as though he was actually your date vs your detail. In reality, he was neither. You didn't really have a title for him to be honest, nor you to him and that irked you. The thought that he would call you his and press you to his side made you feel safe and your felt desire set alight from within and it was immediately distracting you from the task at hand. You made your way around the room and he knew the big players and played nice and charmed his way in with the wives and surprisingly even the husbands and you instantly knew why they were interested in him, it caused you concern.
Charlie had told you of an underground fight club years ago that the men had favored and you had a thought that with his build and frame he would be invited to attend as a fighter by one of you husbands superiors. It was only a matter of time at this point and Steve wouldn't be given a choice to decline. You needed to forewarn Steve so he wasn't blindsided by the request because you knew it would be very strong if not forced one.
"Dance with me?" His brows pinched together but you weren't sure if it was due to the request or the way your voice sounded at the appeal of it. Unsure and unsteady of yourself and the possibility that he would say no, you felt your hand tremble. "Of course." He took your hand and led you to the floor with a few people sparing glances your way with a few expressive smiles then nothing more.
He put a firm hand on your waist and took your hand in his other large calloused one but intertwined your fingers uncharacteristically. Your other hand found his muscular shoulder and he began the dance so effortlessly that you had to bite the inside of your lip and pray that you weren't blushing. Just when you got a handle on your coloring he leaned in and asked if you were indeed ok.
"I just wanted to get aside to talk to you away from prying ears." He quirked that damn brow of his and you bit your lip and you could've sworn he blushed. "I'm all ears, doll." You nodded but then he gracefully spun you and when you returned he pulled you closer than before. You decided to be blunt because any more time with this man was going to leave you in a fluttering mess before all of the HYRDA high society.
"They have a fight club that's underground and I've noticed that the men seem rather fond of you. I think that they may request that you attend as a competitor." He looked stunned momentarily but quickly recovered as per his fashion. "Understood. What happens if one declines?" You shook your head. "I don't know but I don't its positive. We need to find Charlie. I saw him earlier of to the side exit by the back booths. After this dance, we should go over there." He agreed and just as the song ended and dipped you slightly and smiled. "Couldn't resist. You look like a dame who hasn't been dipped in a while." He said with a chuckle and you smiled back. "I'm a girl who hasn't had many a thing in a while." He nearly tripped at your teasing but then found his footing and remained by your side.
You walked up to a relaxed Charlie and he gave you his lazy smile. "Y/N honey." He dragged out your name and hugged you close to his bulking frame. You inwardly chuckled at even with how large Charlie and Henry were they had nothing on Steve.
"How are you darlin." You shrugged. "Same old. Same old." He frowned looking down at you. "Fraid you'd say that. Anything I can do to help?" The way he said it with such intensity you knew he was the same Charlie as always. He would do anything to help you get out and this was the time that you would actually use it. "Actually yea. I'd like for you to meet Steve. He's trying to help me." Charlies eyes shot to Steve for a moment and narrowed taking in all of him and Steve allowed him to scrutinize everything. He needed his help and anything that would help him get you out of here he would agree to. Even if it meant doing the fight club or taking out the measuring sticks with Charlie if it came to it.
Charlie nodded to Valerie. "Hey, sweetheart. Why don't you go talk to Val? I'll talk to your friend here." You stood there a moment while both men were facing each other and refusing to look at you. After a moment of silence, you knew that you would be of no use and decided to allow them to talk it out. Charlie was just concerned and wanted to get a feel for Steve and you knew the latter could handle the interrogation.
Steve stood firm while Charlie stared him straight in the eyes, unmoveable. He had to give it to the man. While most would be intimidated by Steve with his height and build alone, this guy didn't even blink an eye. He liked him for that and for wanting to protect his gir--fuck. He meant you, for wanting to protect you. "You remember me...Captain?" Steve muttered under his breath a foul expletive knowing any chance he had was blown to bits with just one word. As soon as he called him out with his title he recognized Charlie's face.
"Yea didn't realize it was you." Charlie nodded and took a drink of his amber liquid finally breaking eye contact. "You nearly killed me in that fight." Steve made no apologies. "You were on the wrong team." He looked around. "Still are it would seem." Charlie only nodded in agreement and it slightly shocked Steve. "I would've gotten out for her. Hell, even asked her to run away with me but she wouldn't leave him. Too afraid. I'd die for her to protect her and I think you know it's got nothin' to do with the fuckin' job, yea?" Steve just looked ahead at you laughing at something Valerie said and sighed rubbing his hand over his face feeling so fucked at the moment.
"What makes you so different?" Steve shook his head and looked at Charlie. "Nothin'. She came to me and asked for help to get out. Saw what her hus-Henry, was doing and wants to help and get out. I need to buy her some time, keep her safe while the intel gets processed and the bases get taken down. Capture Henry then get her out. I'd be lyin' though if I said it was just a mission, yea."
Charlie stepped closer and glared into Steve's eyes. "But you'll get her out, safe?" Steves brows pinched together. "I'd risk everything I have and everything I am to get her out. She deserves something better than this than you...me. She deserves a choice." Charlies slammed his drink down and crossed his arms.
"She's already chosen you that much I can tell. What the hell do you need from me?" Steve turned to him and relaxed a bit knowing that Charlie wasn't going to blow his cover, at least not yet. "Everything you can give me to help. Who is Henry? What do I need to know to stay in the game and keep her safe? What's the fight club?" Charlie smirked. "Now you're asking the right questions."
Steve sat in rapt attention as Charlie gave him details that had his fist clenched in white-knuckled balls. He gave Steve the details of your marriage with Henry and his liaisons and his abuse towards you. He told you of HYRDA and the information of what he knew from his little involvement. He told him of the underground fights and that Charlie was apart of them and that when invited you had no choice to decline. You were chosen and that was it.
Steve could easily see the affection that Charlie had for you and still maintained to this day and while it stirred up jealously inside he knew that there was nothing that he could do. You could very well choose to run away with the man when all of this was said and done and all he could do was idly stand by and do nothing. Unless you chose him. Would you even see him as an option?
Almost sensing Steve's thoughts were on you, you came over and laid a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at you. Charlie smiled and stood, "I'd ask for a dance but I think Val would kill me. I'd better get on." He leaned over for a small kiss on the cheek and you felt Steve tense under your touch. "I gave him some information and give him my number. You call me if you need me for anything. You know that right?" You silently nodded and then thanked him.
You took Steves hand and then asked him to follow you out on the balcony from all of the meddlesome eyes. You knew a few photos would make their way to Henry and there would be hell to pay come time to check-in. It was apart of the plan though and you needed to trust it. You found that trusting Steve was easier than anything that you had ever done.
You faced out towards the New York view and he faced you and the inside crowd, ever vigilant. He was close enough that you could smell his delicious cologne and feel the heat radiating off of his body. You had the strangest urge to lean into him and you allowed your body that small luxury and closed your eyes a moment. "You okay, doll?" You hummed in response and then shied away but he turned his body to face you to recover the lost space that you had put between you two.
"What were you talking about on the phone the other day about this being your last mission?" He pursed his lips at the question and rose his brow and you realized that you were infatuated with reading his expressions and movements. He was large yet graceful and so kind yet could intimidate the largest of men in any room. You wanted to know anything and everything about him and you were thirsty for the knowledge. You imagined that this would be what it was like to date someone and smirked at the thought that someone as handsome and perfect at Steve would ever willingly date someone like you.
" I, uh- I'm tired. Ever since I can remember I've wanted to be a soldier and since I can remember I've fought for what I've believed and for the greater good. For the little guy, hell even when I was the little guy." He paused and absentmindedly took your hand in his and you shuddered at his warm touch. He was so good at pretending to be interested in you and in love with you that it was hard for even you not to believe in it. "The thing is no matter how many bad guys I take down and battles I fight there's another one at the ready." You traced his hand with your other fingers and he smiled and you looked up into his eyes. "You've saved so many lives though, you've saved the world. You'd just leave all of that?" He sighed and contemplated his next words as his blue orbs searched yours. "I'd leave it all behind to save one life right now." His voice broke at his words and your heart picked up the pace as he looked at your lips.
"Kiss me, please?" He looked conflicted momentarily and you felt rejected and started to pull away. He tsked you and you realized that it would be too obvious and seen by too many people from where you were standing. He swiftly took your hand and led you to the side of the doors and pressed against your frame; putting his hands on either side of your face, caging you in. You were tall enough with your heels and with him leaning that his face was inches from yours. The intensity of his closeness had you breathing hard and both of you were chest to chest. While it felt like hours you knew only seconds had passed with the super soldier and you longed to have his lips on yours.
"You sure, doll? You sure you want this?" You knew what he was asking. It wasn't just a kiss that he was offering and you would take anything that he was willing to give you but he was actually giving you the choice. Any chance that you hadn't fallen for him was gone at that moment. "I need you, Steve. Please?" His resolve broke with your questioning tone. Had you had doubt in his affections over the past days? He would prove it to you any way that he could.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours and it was desperate and needy and everything that you desired poured into it. He left every doubt that pre-serum Steve still had etched within him and resolved to give every bit of confidence he had at that moment to you. He needed you to believe and to know that you were his and that you had claimed him. His hands held your face at first as your mouths explored one another and when you broke away for air his eyes searched yours for any regrets.
"More." Was the only word you could whisper before your hands delved into his long hair and tugged his face closer to you. His hands left your face and one gripped your waist while the other found your thigh and you've instantly lifted it up into his hand as his fingers delved into the flesh. Your free arm grasped his bicep for support as you felt his hard cock against your clothed heat and he moaned. You nearly came undone with that one sound from him and you wanted to please him and hear every different moan he could make. All of this was new to you, these feelings and wants and when you felt him grind against you just right, you moaned in return and shied away.
"Don't you dare, woman. I want to hear every sound you make. I want to know what I do to you. Hear it, feel it, taste it." He said those words in between nips and kisses on your neck and you found more confidence from within that you never knew you had. "What if I only want to hear every sound you make? Feel you and taste you?" He looked back at you with confusion and you only held a devilish smirk on your face.
Your hands reached for his belt and he stilled them and shook his head. "No, doll. I don't want to make--" You laughed at his words and gently silenced him with a kiss. For the first time ever you were turned on and you were on a high that you didn't want to let go of. Steve had the power to erase every time Henry touched you and for that, you had no words. You were in love and it was as simple as that. At this moment, the only thing you wanted was to have him in any way that you could and your heart was beating out of your chest at the excitement of it!
While your kiss distracted him you unfastened his belt and moved your hand beneath his boxers to his impressive cock and he gasped into your mouth and you felt pride. You lowered to your knees in front of him while he braced himself on the brick wall with a look of adoration and slight conflict. Unsure if you truly wanted to but when his cock was freed and you batted your eyelashes up towards him and licked a long stripe up his thick cock any doubt that you wanted this was washed away.
He fought to keep his eyes open as pure bliss washed over when he watched you take in as much at your mouth would allow. One hand took in the rest of his length and girth as the other massaged his balls. You hollowed out your cheeks and went as far back as your gag reflex would allow. Steve moaned and allowed his hand the luxury of holding your hair and gently guiding you. You hummed in delight when he did so and that only made his cock twitch harder in your delicious mouth.
"Ah fuck, doll. M'not gonna last. M'gonna cum, sweetness." He went to pull out but you gripped his thighs and pulled him deeper and he let out a strangled groaned as hot ribbons of cum shot down your throat and you took it all and milked his cock for all it was worth.
When he was done you tucked him back in his boxers with his chest heaving and buckled his pants up as he gasped for air. When you stood before him he took you into bulking arms and kissed you ardently. "I'm finding that I need you more than air, woman. Please, tell me that I'm not alone in this. Please tell me that you need me as much as I do you." He held your face searching for an answer urgently. "I want you and I need you, Steven." He smiled the most earth-shattering smile. "Then let me get you home so I take care of my girl." He bit his plump lip and took your hand and led you out off of the balcony through the crowd with only one intention.
Making you his.
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Season 1 Episode 2 - Valiant
- ik for a fact that this one is the episode with the asshhoole. not bc i recognised it from the title but perhaps it was because i recognised it from the title u got me there
- i always go to mr clean too when i want protection, val, ur not alone
- yeah, this is harry potter l ma o
- the next thing u know theres a stone that makes arthur live forever and the snakes start joining into one and growing bigger until a phoenix (im dibbing on kilgie here), pops their corneas out
- DAMN DON'T KILL UR DEALER WHERE U GONNA GET THE NEW SHIT FROM NEXT TIME SMH VALIANT
- okay but who names their son valiant
- he was probably named valerie and didnt like it so he said “woah imma be valiant like courage, thats sick”
- that was probably his superhero persona as a child ngl
- no, shev, no respect for val stop doing this
- merlin in armour, what a fucking bLESiSNG GIVING ME THIS RIGHT ON THE SPOT BBC KNOWS WHATS GOOD
- ok a y but hear me out, merlins a servant. i have not seen any of these servants been asked to train with the royals??? like in the sense where it helps the servant train as well?? and the FIRST thing arthur does with merlin as his servant is train with him. not only is arthur a huge JOCK, he’s not using his manservant properly
- neverfuckingmind “most servants collapse after the first blow”, so it seems to be arthur likes to train with his servants. now that in itself is a question to be asked, but is he the only royal who trains with his servants??? how did this man survive on his own without a personal servant until merlin??? did he have a personal servant??? was it just regular servants?? who are those other servants he trained with??? did arthur just say hey lets go to the field in the morning, put on armour and let’s have a fun time?? UNLESS merlin literally just took someones job away from them kmao
- also my mind went right to the gutter guys, ngl, it sounded like an innuendo. it had me quaking i wish i was one of those servants
- “we all have our duties, even arthur” “it must be so tough for him, all the *hesitates* girl, all the glory”
- so we probably get at least 1 out of every 2 episodes where there’s a scene with merlin dressing arthur in his armour. bring the popcorn, lads.
- MORGANA LOOKING LIKE A FRICKEN SNACK
- the reigning champion is arthur, wonder fucking w h y
- valiant is in fucking mustard, while arthur is fucking ketchup idk why i thought of that but it happened. my literature teacher always told me to look for symbolisms. guess we found one guys.
- merlin after hating on arthur for the past episode is literally just cheering arthur on like a good husband he is
- did ARTHUR JUST SNICKER AT MERLINS “CREEP” LMAO DON'T TRY AND HIDE IT BY HUFFING AT HIM AFTERWARDS YOU FUCKING GOOF
- omg he hid it by telling merlin to do a full novel of chores
- AND MERLIN DOES IT WITH MAGIC A PAIR OF GOOFS
- “are you using magic again” “no” merlin ffs he just saw you use magic, while the items fell and landed right in front of him while you didn’t move at aLL. they are nOT BLIND
- “very aggressive style” I MEAN SURE UTHER
- valerie be fuckboying morgana lmao with a “i saw you watching” and a, “then i will give everything to win the tournament”
- i wish this show was set in the early 2000s so i can see val in low sweatpants, a backwards cap with gelled spiky hair and cheap neon sunglasses (maybe even some gold teeth just for kicks), while hes trying to rap 50 cents or make a mixtape of brit pop songs. bc yes.
- honestly im loving my 2000 fuckboy au. gonna make an ao3 after this.
- of course merlin would be the one to find out the magic shit in valiants room, it just lures him. AND OF COURSE VALIANT IS THERE
- i'm so fucking glad arthur looks confused as to how merlin did what he asked. when u have this kind of hubby, arthur, its amazing what things he can do.
- i dont know why theres dramatic music as merlin put armour on arthur but im living for it
- “is it my imagination or are you beginning to enjoy yourself?” merlin doesn't know what to say to that bc he’s turning gay and doesn't know if that counts as enjoying oneself when the one you are gay for is the asshole prince
- typically enough, valiant and arthur never fight except for the finale. like with all conveniences in place, youd expect them to have at least fought at some point with as much knights as there to determine the final two but no, just the finale. k.
- this poor fucking purple knighted bloke didn’t need to be fucking demonstrated on, val. like you didn't need to kill him?? that could have blown ur cover
- DID NOBODY SEE THAT??? DID NOBODY SEE THE FUCKING SNAKES???
- oooh merlin found out what happened everyone gonna be fucked. nobody harms arthur is he has something to say about it
- if someone starts off a sentence with “i just saw someones snakes on their shield come alive” nobody would fucking believe you, merls. but given the fact that magic exist… mhh maybe it wouldn’t be too absurd. but ppl apparently are thick as hell
- “why were you in his chambers” well i know how id explain if i was in valiants chambers ;)
- jk i dont fall for this toxic shit
- imagine getting paid as an actor just just lie down there like this poisoned kid. “yeah, id like to audition for ewan’s role???” “why are you lying on the ground?”
- i hate those tropes where it's like “i know how to tell someones bad, here’s proof” and then nobody believes you and tells you you’re lying and should die or whatever but then you kNOW IT'S THE FUCKIN TRUTH BITCH that trope gives me damn anxiety >:((
- yes merlin, fucking slash the shield with your sword. i'm sure that's how it works. im sure it will kill the snakes.
- HOWA RE THE SNAKES ALIVE WITHOUT VAL SAYING “ISHNAHASHAHI”
- i think val would know that you cut off the snake’s head, merls, just saying. ur were the oNLY ONE.
- TELL ARTHUR WHAT??? “I CUT A SNAKE”
- EXACLTY ONG THAT'S WHAT MERLIN FUCKING SAID I WAS RIGHT LMAO
- ARTHUR BELEIVED HIM I'M FUCKING LIVING BUT IK WHAT HAPPENS AND AHH
- uhhh the anxiety is rolling up boys
- ewan is mcfuckingdead
- snake be sliding in like a hoe on a business
- bfehfjdjfskf i hate this part
- arthur's pride, merlin’s pride, fuck me
- i'm not even gonna write this part, it breaks my fragile heart when arthur sees the look of people not believing him, especially his dad, and merlin seeing how arthur doesn't trust him anymore like prepare the eulogies girlies
- okay but if arthur is struck and gaius has the antidote?? arthur aint gonna die technically
- but now val knows merlin knows
- AND MERLIN INTERVENES
- why are royals so bitchy towards servants. like they do their best to help you??? they are loyal to you and are paid there to serve you and are often very kind, generous, passive, understanding people??? yet merlin interrupts uther and he fucking sends him to the pit
- VAL YOU ASS LMAO DON'T HURT MY SON’S PRIDE
- he said allegations like four times, yes uther we know ur vocab is shining with intellect but seriously, there’s other synonyms that could still be acceptable and still sound fancy
- quick search on google bc my mind doesnt roll fast enough: claim, assertion, charge, accusation, declaration, statement, contention, deposition, argument, affirmation. see daddy uther, not hard to look up.
- forget they didnt have internet whoopsies
- :((( arthur doesn't trust merlin anymore
- the husbands FIGHT
- not just a banter petty fight, this is a huge fight
- SACKING MERLIN DON'T FUCKING SACK MERLIN YOU GOOF
- TRUST UR HUBBY
- FUCK
- I'M GONNA CRY AND IT'S ONLY EPISODE TWO
- I'M HAVING EMOTIONAL PROBLEMS CONCERNING MY TWO BOYS
- GUYS IM NOT OKAy
- its been 2 minutes after i wrote that last sentence, and i am now okay
- “a half cannot truly hate that which makes it whole” iconic as hell. so many things could be said about that quote. either for innuendo purposes, love purposes, destiny purposes, how long it took me to say it right, just so many purposes man. it’s just iconic.
- merlin looks absolutely done with kilgaharama’s shit
- “just give me a straight answer” seems like kilgarass here is being too gay for merlin
- gwen already knows merlin’s the heroin of the series, saying everyone knows it's merlin who will save the day. but same tbh
- i dunno if this is like me or not but it says her nickname is gwyn in the subtitles but im typing it as gwen which i thought was how u wrote it, even if her full name is gwynevere but like gwen has a ring to it while gwyn sounds like gwin or smth and i dunno which one is right so ill just leave it alone ahjsjfk
- MORGANA HAS VISIONS WE ALREADY KNOW WHERE THIS GOES SHES MAGIC ISNT SHE HAHAHAHAUHD
- merlin trying one last time to convince his husband not to die, but at least this time arthur knows he’s up for val’s magic and is like “k iloveyou but i have to do this for the country not just bc of pride and thinking val is not magic”
- staring into the fire like he’s hoping it would suck him up into the void, not only is merlin a now confirmed emo, so is fucking arthur it seems. perfect for one another i'm telling you
- eerie music as morgana enters… wha suddenly i can't read
- i thought at first morgana and arthur were gonna end up together cause of the fucking weird tension going on and i was prepared to be disfuckinggusted but no! the show and producers actually put my expectations away and helped me see that it wasn’t going in that direction! thank fucking god!
- k but arthur looks majestic in his gear im just a huge bi
- “don’t go into my room” he says then gaius peaks in and almost gets mauled by a large chihuahua
- me too val, id step on someone's toes then fuck them up with an undercut. thats the bad bitch way to go. unless it for arthur, then val hahaha you can go fuck yourself
- no one sees mErLin??
- but they now see the snakes smh fakes
- “what are you doing? i didn't summon you” i don't think that will work val cause you didn't say it with a serpent tongue, it has to sound more like “shhashhwhat ahhssare hiisssyou iisshhaadoing?”
- okay but i thought arthur was impaled for a half second until he started to talk then i screamed that he was aight and he would now believe merlin
- uther better give merlin an apology
- arthur just said he wouldnt
- but still uther BETTER APOLOGISE TO FUCKING MERLIN
- “yknow i wish valiant was escorting me” “me too” i thought for a fricken moment arthur wished valiant would have escorted HIM. i'm dying.OMG
- “i wanted to say i made a mistake. it was unfair to sack you.” “don’t worry about it. buy me a drink and we’ll call it even.” DID YOU JUST SAY WHAT I THINK YOU JUST SAID MERLIN YOU SLY DOG OMG
- “i can’t really be seen to be buying drinks for my servant.” so if he wasn’t ur servant?? you’d say yes?? they are so fucking gay i can't anymore
- yeah, i literally fucking can't
#merlin#merlin bbc#merthur#s1#this is early bc well it was already written#peeps up for the next one boys#tho its not done#expect it in a few days oop#s1.2
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✦ * · ˚ ⌜ paul wesley, amanda, 20, est, she/her ⌟ was that TED TONKS? i heard the TWENTY-EIGHT year old is working as an INVESTIGATIVE REPORTER now. not surprising, seeing as how they are SHARP and GENUINE, although some say they can be AGGRESSIVE and BLUNT. maybe that’s why HE is rumoured to be NEUTRAL. here’s hoping they have what it takes to survive the war.
so this is ted, he’s really pretty. that’s all u need to know
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character insp: ryke meadows, shane madej, jess mariano, jack pearson, ryan atwood, etc.
themes, motifs, and imagery: tba i’m too lazy for this rn.
EARLY LIFE.
tw: mentions of emotional manipulation and alcoholism
michael tonks? an absolute asshole of a guy. valerie tonks? horrible stepmom. rachel tonks? great lady, the best, iconic, groundbreaking. didn’t even change her last name back bc it was her son’s and she didn’t want him to feel alone. my name’s amanda and i would die 4 rachel tonks
basically michael and rachel were a really fast-paced relationship. super deeply in love but destined to fizzle out early once michael found the next pretty girl that was apparently better than rachel. and his two year old son. they were in their mid-twenties and she was working with michael during a case he was given and, as the poets say, the rest was history. they were engaged within the first year and married a handful of months after their one-year anniversary. they fell pregnant a couple months later and had a son before they were even together for three years. the fact that they lasted for years past their honeymoon stage was a gd MIRACLE, to be honest with y’all
they were fairly happy for the year following ted’s birth, but from there things started to go downhill. they started arguing over everything, fights ranging from small things to exploding over something major. the tipping point was when rachel found out he was having an affair --- but of course, it wasn’t MICHAEL’S fault he was unfaithful. it wasn’t MICHAEL’S fault he turned to alcohol to deal with their failing family. it’s never his fault; always everyone else. he was a saint, as far as he was concerned!!!! by the time ted was two years old, his parents had divorced. it was an UGLY thing behind closed doors, but as far as michael’s colleagues and the press following his rise as a lawyer knew, it was pleasant. and after a bit, rachel and edward tonks fell back into obscurity.
she moved out of london and took ted with her farther north, back to her hometown and family, while michael and the woman he had been seeing behind his wife’s back slowly eased their relationship into the public. two years they were married with twins on the way!!!! and for a few years, ted had no idea of his father. the way michael initially wanted it, at least.
ted was seven when michael decided to step back into his life. rachel fought against it, but michael was fuckin relentless and also,,,, a lawyer so he knew his parental rights and what he had and hadn’t given away. ://// so every week he and ted would have lunch or michael would show up at his football games, trying to ease his way into ted’s good graces. and at the time, ted was so easily manipulated that it hurts my heart
he fell for it, for a WHILE not realizing that this wasn’t the proper relationship a son should have with his father. it even got as far as him getting close to his twin half sisters, georgina and cecelia. but it was all very quiet as the older ted got and the more he realized this was SHITTY, the more his father tried to manipulate the situation by blaming things on rachel. or on ted, when he would miss dinners or have to change plans with four of them. and he would keep feeling guilty, and keep falling for it every time. even when his mom would try to reassure him that nothing was his fault. all masked as a good father wanting to be involved with his son and have him involved in this second family’s life as well.
he was just past his tenth birthday when a woman in robes showed up at the doorstep of the tonks home in northern england, weaving stories of a school for magic. it explained a lot of incidents that had been shoved under the rug and never discussed again as ted had grown up, though rachel was undeniably weary with her more catholic background. it took........a lot of convincing to say the least, but by the following september she was alongside ted at king’s cross.
HOGWARTS YEARS.
the hat didn’t sit on his head for long before screaming ravenclaw within the great hall. he joined those with eagles plastered on their chests and, for the most part, kept to himself.
ted in hogwarts grew to be a lot more.........stony, for lack of a better word. the boy with endless curiosity and a big heart shifter into someone rougher the longer he faced taunts and whispers and disdainful looks from those of ‘pure’ magical background. despite it all, he was fairly well known around the castle. not always for the greatest things, but he did get himself a certain reputation
ted was no stranger to starting or getting involved in fights around the castle, both physical and verbal. he’s v punch-first, think later
he was such a smart ass honestl y. like fairly self-deprecating but he also didn’t stand for people saying shit??? like if someone said something stupid or rude, he was quick to bite back??? came off as a lil self-righteous, a little condescending when it came to his intelligence. highkey a pain in the ass but overall he meanT well like lived by do what you love, fuck off what u don’t
he was never anything but strongly and genuinely himself tbh. v dry humored, v 'i can do anything'
basically hogwarts ted was hard to ignore even tho he wanted 2 stay to himself
POST - HOGWARTS TO CURRENT.
so BASICALLY after leaving hogwarts his dad amped up the shitty game
especially after ted got with andromeda
“how many trips have you made with someone named black but not your FAMILY” “your SISTERS miss you, think you can make some time for them?” “maybe we’d help you if you spent time with your family” it’s v disgusting v rude but like,,,,, he still didn’t know ted was a wizard and anyway
ted grew increasingly sick of it, especially as michael kept pushing and pushing and pushing him when ted and andromeda had to live with rachel for a while following andromeda being disowned. it was a lot to deal with and ted just,,,, lost all patience with it and stopped contacting his father at all
tbh one of his biggest fears is eventually becoming his father and it really worried him that by removing himself from michael and his step mom, that his sisters will think he’s abandoning them
but listen ted at 28 is sorta thriving??? a lot more mentally stable tbh. less aggressive, for the most part. he’s working as an investigative reporter for the prophet. he’s big on digging and figuring out the truth and yeah he’s v aware the prophet isn’t an impartial paper, but like. he’s trying his best out here. getting involved in some shady shit and going under a pen name to avoid potential risks of the wrong people realizing who he is, yikes. not only war-related things, but unicorn blood dealing circles and dragon rings etc etc etc.
also ted as a dad???? iconic. he would do literally anything for dora BYE
and andromeda? always flirting w her tbh, always doing tiny things 2 get under her skin. he was such a pain in her ass at hogwarts goodbYE
anyway dont talk 2 me about him trying to help and cope w andromeda’s like. unspoken problem w alcohol. he’s out here tryin
this is a lot of word vomit and didn’t cover everything iw anted but. love me plot w ted
#` i. it opened up my lungs and found my voice again . ( study. )#` i. brutal truths and gentle lies . ( hc. )#anteintro#this is messy as hell but i needed 2 post it
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i understand that this is petty, probably a shitty thing to say, and maybe even Bad, but like
fuck people who detransition. i dont know why but it just makes me incredibly angry for no reason. i dunno, im mostly referring to snapcube who identified as a trans girl for a pretty long time and got promoted a lot on that fact, and recently decided Nope on that. which, hey, i cant fuckin criticize or whatever but its just fucking depressing that the only trans content creators with any real semblance of popularity seem to either be super horny (laura kate), super racist (every other fucking vlogger), super pedophile-y (shmorky, ivy, valerie halla), or my girlfriend (maxiesatanofficial).
and then i find a channel thats none of that and OOPS theyre a fucking cis boy but keep coastin’ off that trans rep. great
it just reminds me that trans women are fucking doomed, im doomed, everything is shitty and we’re all going to be shot.
#shitty fucking garbage post#tell me if im being problematic which i am but like#why#and how i can deal with these emotions
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