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decibly · 1 year

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Maddie had been out for a walk when it happened. Because Jack had been injured by Phantom because of a piece of flying debris in a ghost fight yesterday (she would never understand the infatuation the Casper High students had with such a monster) she had left her ghost hunting gear at home so he could better defend himself. That, and it was nice to just get out of the hazmat every once in a while.

She was regretting those choices now, as she carefullly surveyed the swirling shades of spooky greens and purples surrounding her. The most likely thing that had just happened was that she had just ended up in the Ghost Zone by walking through a portal, either a natural one or one caused by a ghost with the intent of trapping her. It could also be some sort of ghostly illusion, but Maddie couldn’t think of any particular reasons a ghost that could create illusions would have made one like this, instead of something like tricking her into something like thinking her family was in danger. That possibilty didn’t seem at all likely, so she discarded it.

Maddie stayed there, floating, unsure of how to move through the etcoplasm-tainted air. She must’ve been there for about three hours, constantly creating and dismissing plans that all had no chance of working. Eventually, she just started looking around, trying to see if there was anything even remotely helpful.

As Maddie scanned her surroundings, searching for some sort of exit, she couldn’t help but notice a slowly growing black speck on the horizon. Instinctively, she reached for her blaster, but only found a spare wrist ray. Maddie quickly slipped it on, and aimed it in the direction of whatever ghost was coming over to do who-knows-what to her. If she got out of this alive, she was never leaving the house without at least a basic blaster ever again.

Maddie squinted her eyes so much they were almost screwed shut in order to view the ghost better and possibly identify it. Just as she noticed the white hair, they ghost seemingly put on a vicious burst of speed, almost crashing into her. Maddie fired her wrist ray on instinct, causing the ghost to stumble just as it reached her.

“OW!” Phantom called out. “Not cool, M- Maddie!”

“Phantom,” she growled out.

“Woah, what’s with all the horrible hostility?” It grinned. “See what I did there? Alliteration!”

Maddie ignored the poor attempt to make itself seem likable. It should have figured out by now that she was wise to its tricks, but apparently not. “You injured my husband.”

Phantom frowned. “What? When?”

“Yesterday, during–”

“But that was Skulker! Sure, technically I broke those bleachers, but he was the one who shot me into them! Are you seriously going to blame me for that?”

“It’s not like you tried to stop it. Besides, wouldn’t it be a good outcome for you if one of us were injured?”

“I had no idea he was even there, why would I– well, this is just going to go in circles forever if we let it. Look, to cut this short, do you want a ride back home?”

Maddie glared at the ghost. “No.”

Phantom groaned, dragging its hand down its face. “I’m going to rephrase that, because I don’t think you’ll listen to me under any other circumstances. Let me take you back to the portal you made so that your kids will see you again.”

Her already-intense glare deepened. “Don’t you dare bring my kids into this.”

Phantom floated back about a foot or two, hands held up in mock surrender. “I’m not trying to! I’m just saying, as a fellow teenager, I’d be pretty upset if one of my parents went mysteriously missing in some alternate dimension, and your kids don’t deserve that,” he said placatingly.

Maddie scowled to give her glaring muscles a rest. “You’re damn right they don’t.”

Phantom grinned. “So can I take you home, then?”

This time, it was Maddie’s scowl that deepened. “Still no, ghost.”

It sighed. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice, then.”

Phantom blinked out of the visible light spectrum, and barely a second and a half later she was hoisted up at an awkward angle and flying away at high speed, back-to-back with Phantom in some sort of reverse piggyback.

“STOP, SPECTER!” she screamed, trying to twist her body so that she could shoot her kidnapper. Unfortunately, it took her twenty minutes, which was far too long. By then, when she finally got a half-decent shot in that did more damage than just causing Phantom to flinch and actually managed to free her, the portal was in sight. When Maddie turned around to hopefully do more damage, even with her limited arsenal, she saw it and stood (well, floated) stock still.

“Did you just–”

“Take you where I promised to? Yes, yes I did.” That ever-present grin was plastered across Phantom’s face.

“Impossible, ghosts always lie. You must’ve–”

Phantom cut her off again by vanishing and appearing behind her once more. “Nope, I didn’t! Anyways, bye!”

Maddie was shoved into the swirling green.

#dannymay2023 #dannymay #danny phantom #danny fenton #maddie fenton #ghost zone #maddie just randomly walked into a portal without noticing #and then danny just yeeted her into another one #thats the fic #with an argument in middle for drama

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toaster-hair · 9 months

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There’s a Human in the Neighborhood! (chapter 5)

(important authors note: Hi nyall :3! Sorry i havent written in so long, ive been more hyperfixated on other things like across the spiderverse and lolita fashion, and i’ve also been working on other projects. I have a skullgirls au tumblr blog, my original comic raw!fruit, im redrawing the welcome homes cast’s portraits with my own headcanons added, as well as general oc content. But with welcome homes new update, it motivated me to write again. I feel as though when welcome home is finally finished up, ill rewrite this entire fic to make much more sense. Anyways, heres a content warning. As said before, this fic focuses on how gross human anatomy can confuse wholesome puppets. Its a bit hard to write about gross anatomy stuff without veering into nsfw territory, so suggestions would be appreciated. But this chapter in particular is about periods! The fic is written about a gender neutral AFAB reader, so if youre amab or if periods are just off the table for you, feel free to skip!)

A painful stab at your stomach woke you up from your slumber. “Ough..” your sudden movement spooked your cat. You held your torso in pain, feeling a sharpness in your pants. It was still dark, with the only light being the sun coming through your blinds. You stood up, making your way to the bathroom and….

Blood. Lots and lots of blood stained your undergarments. That explained the sudden pain you were feeling, it was just that time of the month! You went back to your bedroom to make sure you didn’t bleed the bed, grabbed some clean clothes, and turned the shower on. You also grabbed some pads out of the cabinet under the sink. You brought them from your old house but you should probably buy some more later.

You stepped into your shower and let the warm water soak your body head to toe, flourishing yourself with all kinds of soap. Once you were finally cleaned up, you stepped out and dried yourself. You put on your clean clothes, grabbed some pain killers, and went back to bed.

You woke up once again a few hours later. You got up, did your morning routine, had breakfast, fed your cat, and picked up the phone. You decided you would call in sick because of the pain and nausea. God, why does the first day have to be the most painful? You dialed the number for FishEgg Boba and waited for an answer.

“Helloo? This is FishEgg Bobaaa. How may I help youuu?” You heard Casper answer the phone.

“Hey Casper, It’s Y/N. Uhh.. I know it’s only my second day but I’m calling in sick. I’ve got… cramps real bad. I don’t wanna move that much. Is that okay?”

“Oooh. Sure that’s fiiine. Just make sure to come in tomorroww. See you thenn. Hope you feel better sooon.” And with that, he ended the call. You felt kind of bad. It was only your second day, and you were taking a break already. You were probably missing out on some training too! But at the same time, everyone made it seem like yesterday you were working too hard when you weren’t even on your period! You can’t imagine what it’ll be like to work like that while on your period.

You then remembered your plan to get more pads. You were good for now, but it was always a good idea to stock up. You put on some outdoor clothes consisting of some basic gym sweats and a baggy jacket. You gave your kitty a goodbye kiss on the forehead and headed out the door. Gee, this was the second time in a row that you went to Howdy’s.

Wait… Oh yeah they’re puppets. I forgot. I mean you forgot that they were puppets. Of course they won’t have pads. You went back inside and grabbed some money, looks like you were heading out of town after all. As you headed back out again, you spotted Wally walking out of his house as well. You walked over to him, sense you promised you would chat in the morning last night.

“Hey Wally! You wanted to talk more this morning, right?” you stared down at him.

“Oh! Yes! I wanted to know about how it went. Ah, but shouldn’t you be at work right now?” he asked.

“Oh, uh.. Yeah, the thing is that I’m uh, not feeling very well. So I’m taking the day off. I’m going back tomorrow though.”

“Ah, I see. You aren’t sick again, are you? Do you want me to go get Poppy?” He held at your knees like a dog jumping on its owner.

“No, no. Not sick, it's just.. I may gross you out at the explanation?” You gestured with your hands “Is that okay?” You asked. He stared at you with a blank expression but nodded his head.

“Okay so basically uh.. When a human with a womb starts puberty.. Uh, and a womb is used for baby making purposes by the by, their womb starts to shed for a couple of days straight each month. That’s because the womb wants to make a baby but doesn’t have the ingredients to make one, causing the womb to pump out blood. This can cause pain, nausea, all that nasty stuff. That’s just a basic explanation, anyways.” He kind of just. Stared at you with half lidded eyes the entire time. “Uh, I don’t need to explain what blood is right?”

“Oh no, we have that too.”

…

What.

“W-wait, if you’re bleeding.. Then.. did you just start puberty??” There was this look of anxiety on his face, which felt so odd and out of character.

“No, no, you still bleed even after puberty. Well, that is until you hit your 60’s or something. It’s not gonna go away for a while.. Haha, if I was still that young, I wouldn’t even be here!” You laughed at him a bit. He let out a sigh of relief.

“Sorry.. I don’t know much about how human bodies work…” He looked away out of embarrassment.

“Oh, I can show you.” You reassured him. “Ah- What??” He stared at you slightly horrified, slightly considering your offer.

“Yeah dude, there’s a ton of books about human anatomy. Going from the bone to the skin. I can order you one online! If you want, of course.” You pulled out your phone and showed him various different anatomy books.

“Oh… No thanks, I'm fine.” He turned down your offer in a slightly disappointed tone.

“That’s fine. I need to go out of town for a bit to go get something, see you later!” You waved goodbye as you started to walk to the train station. You then suddenly felt a sharp pain in your stomach, but you kept on walking.

You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was waving goodbye right back at you.

(A/N: i wrote this in one night i hope you enjoy!! Ill try to include sally and julie in the next chapter :3333)

#welcome home #welcome home fanfic #wally darling #wally darling x reader #y/n #gross #periods #menstration #x reader #toaster-hair #should this fic be abbreviated to THN or TAHITN

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morgzgone · 2 years

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Upside-down Inside-out

Chapter 1

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Bright, bi-colored blue eyes shine from a moonlit window looking into a dimly lit room. The figure of the night steps in the window cloaked by the roaring storm outside. However he remains untouched by the rain outside. He steps further in the room, careful not to wake the sleeping girl before him. His eyes darted around the room scanning over the shelves and potted plants lining her walls. Yellow eyes stare back at the intruder from the corner of the room. An old gray cat sits in the corner of the room watching the strange man enter through the window. His bright eyes judging the stranger's every move. The man only stares back at the cat before materializing a small toy throwing it towards the cat so he can play with it. The gray ball of fur doesn't seem neither offended nor impressed, and instead decides to approach the man standing in the middle of the room. He brushes up against his leg.

The man chuckles at this lightly petting the small animal before turning his attention to the sleeping girl in front of him. His fingers lightly trace over the fairy lights strung above her bed, the dim yellow lights shine on her pale frame.

Tangled brown hair is strewn across her pillows, creating almost a halo around her head. Her lips are slightly parted and her hands are curled around a book. She holds the object to her chest the old leather cover shielded by her arms, leaving the title unknown to the man standing above her.

He snaps his fingers before setting the gift on her nightstand. It's a simple silver ring wrapping around a beautiful deep blue crystal with two smaller clear gems lining the sides of the blue crystal. He leans over the sleeping girl once more, lips grazing over her forehead, as he whispers a sweet goodbye. He steps back out onto the windowsill before disappearing into the night.

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A blaring alarm wakes Aidan from her seemingly endless sleep. The bright sun shining through her dirty window, lighting up her room. She groans, stretching her arms over her head, hearing the popping of bones in her neck and arms.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, she flops back down into the comfort of her bed, dragging her soft, green blankets back over her body. She shuts her eyes, drifting back to sleep; she's disturbed by her alarm once again. Letting out an irritated whine, she snatches her phone from its place on the bed, turning her alarm off for good. She sits up and reads the various notifications littering her lock screen.

6:12 Monday, November 21

Missed alarm 5:30

Missed alarm 5:45

Snooze upcoming alarms?

Dad.(tap to view)

6 others.

She unlocks her phone reading through the notifications before dismissing most of them. Opening the text from her dad, her eyes scanning the bright screen.

'Good Morning sweetheart, I hope you have a great day at school today. Make sure to pick up cat food on your way home, Casper is running low. Love you and I'll see you later tonight.'4:36am.

A ghost of a smile creeps onto Aidan's lips. Every morning since her father had started his new job hours away from their apartment, she had always woken up to sweet good morning texts from him. He usually came home on weekends and Wednesdays to see her before leaving for work again. He originally wanted the both of them moving closer to his workplace, although financially that just isn't feasible for them. So instead he opts for staying at a co-workers house while he's away from home.

Aidan sits in her bed for a few more minutes on her phone, scrolling through social media, lazing around in bed, not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of the covers. Just as she gets comfy once again, a gray mass of fur jumps on her bed, sitting itself directly on her chest.

"Hiiii Casper. What are you doing handsome?" she coos. The gray ball of fur and bones only stares blankly at her in return. His old yellow eyes contrast her young green ones, vibrant with life. Aidan continues babbling nonsense to the cat as if he understands, and the old feline only responds to her with an onslaught of cat snot in her face. This motivates Aidan to finally get out of her bed.

"Thanks Casper, love you too." she replies sarcastically to the cat while picking him up and holding him close to her chest.

"I bet you're hungry aren't you?" The cat only stares back, licking his lips in return. She turns to leave her room before bumping into her dresser, knocking something over in the process. The shrill sound of metal hitting the floor draws her attention to what just dropped. Setting Casper down she scans the floor, looking for what could have fallen. Right behind her shelf sits a beautiful silver ring with a blue crystal sitting in the middle. Aidan picks the ring up examining it.

"Awe did you bring me a gift Caspy?" she says chasing after the cat, ring still in hand. "You are so sweet, my big boy! Yes you are!" she coos at the grumpy ball of fur, before setting the ring back on her dresser and walking into the hallway leading to the kitchen. Walking through the house she opens the windows, letting the natural light of the morning flood the room. The crisp smell of morning air burning her senses, waking her even further. She looks outside and sees many puddles and small branches littering the streets below her, evidence of the storm from the night prior. No wonder she slept so well.

Once she reaches the kitchen she grabs the cat food container out of the pantry and fills Caspers bowl before making her way to the bathroom to shower. She grabs her clothes, throwing them on the bathroom counter before turning to face herself in the mirror. Her ratty brown hair tangled, looking as if it hadn't been brushed in years. She runs her fingers through the rats nest a few times before leaning over the counter to pick at her face. Every spot, mole, hair, and wrinkle she picked at, before landing on something that she could never get rid of. A small scar running up the length of the right side of her jaw and ending at her cheek, near her ear. The aftermath of a loose dog and high-pitched squealing as a young kid. The scar is not noticeable unless someone looks for it. Aidan doesn't mind it too much, mostly keeping it covered by her hair anyways.

Once she's satisfied with her face she turns to the shower and steps in. The warm water washed over her instantly. She sits for a second, relishing in the warmth the shower has to offer before reaching for one of the many shampoo bottles that line the shelves. She opens the vanilla scented shampoo, pouring some in the palm of her hand. She scrubbed through her knotted hair as best as she could, scrubbing her body afterwards.

She steps out of the shower, towel wrapped around her shoulders collecting any water dripping from her hair. She slips into her clothes which consist of baggy brown pants that were once her dads, a green tank top and a dark green flannel. Once she slips her shirt over her head she leaves the steaming bathroom. Stumbling back in her room she grabs her phone, headphones and backpack to leave for school. However she stops for a second looking at the ring who had fallen earlier in the morning. She slips the ring on her finger before leaving. On her way out she says goodbye to Casper, however the gesture falls on deaf ears as the Siamese is much more interested in the food in front of him.

Stepping out of her apartment she makes her way down the stairs and to the lobby, stepping out on the sidewalk. She passes by a few people, each person not paying any mind to the girl. While walking she connects her Bluetooth to her phone and pulls up one of her playlists, shuffling it. She falls in step with the beat of the music, humming along with the vocalist every once and awhile. Roaring cars pass her on the street, some splashing up puddles. Looking up from the ground she finally spots her first stop of the morning, a bright red building smiles at her from across the street. On top of the awning reads 'Cup of Joy!' in faded brown letters.

She crosses the street with no issues and walks into the brilliant red building, a sweet smell immediately greeting her as soon as she opens the door. Inside she's met with beautiful calm lighting and various plants littering the walls and counter of the small cafe. It's not very busy at the moment, only sporting an older woman at the counter and a couple in the corner.

Aidan steps in line behind the older woman, patiently waiting for her turn. While waiting she fidgets with the blue ring adorning her finger, admiring the attention to detail it holds.

"Well hey there stranger." a familiar voice snaps Aidan out of her thoughts as she looks up and removes her headphones. Her lips curled up in a smile, recognizing the rich accent as her boss.

"Hey Lindsay! How are you doing?" Aidan greets the older woman behind the counter. Her black hair braided and thrown over one shoulder being held together by a faded purple scrunchie. Her off white blouse and the light from the cafe complement her dark complexion. Anyone looking at her wouldn't even imagine her being a day over thirty.

"I'm doing quite well dear, how are you doing? Darcie told me that you haven't been to school recently. Is everything okay?" The dark haired woman began, her beautifully thick eyebrows furrowed in a concerned look. Pausing, she looks over her thin rimmed glasses at the girl across the counter.

"The regular, right? Oh and what days are you working again this week? There's gonna be a concert at the venue Wednesday, I'll need as many people as I can get then if you're able."

"Oh uhm." Aidan pauses thinking for a moment before answering the older woman across from her. "Uhm, actually i think I'll add in a strawberry danish too please, and I'll be able to work Tuesday through Thursday if that's okay." she says eyeing the fresh-baked pastry through the vine covered casing. Lindsay nods as she adds the sweet to the young girl's order before turning to start on her coffee. A simple cinnamon and nutmeg iced coffee, not anything crazy special just enough to get her through her day. While the coffee is brewing behind the counter Lindsay turns to Aidan looking for real answers from the girl.

"So what's been going on sweetheart? Is your father okay?" Aidan groans inwardly, she loves this woman. Lindsay is the closest thing to a mother she's ever had, in both the good ways and bad. She feels her watching wide eyes follow her every move, analyzing the girl as if she were a machine analyzing code on a screen.

"Well dad's fine, he's been working a lot, as usual. I've just not felt like going I guess." she shrugs, messing with her split ends. "If I can do most of it online then what's the point yaknow?" she lightheartedly laughs, trying to lighten the mood as best she can. However the older woman is not very impressed as she finishes up her order.

"You are lucky your father is so kind. If you were mine you would be going to school everyday." Lindsay grumbles under her breath, turning to grab the last item of the girls order, placing the danish in a small bag. The younger girl reaches for her wallet to pay before she's stopped by Lindsay putting her hand out.

"It's on the house. As long as you promise to go to school today, it's good for you to get out more and be around people." Aidan insists on paying the woman, but she continues to refuse her money. Eventually Aidan just thanks her and leaves the cafe with her breakfast in tow.

She puts her headphones back in and once again falls into step with the music, making her way to the school. The walk is quiet, her headphones muting all the outside noise. She enters the school gates, passing by her classmates and other students.

The second she's in the building she makes a beeline for the auditorium. She makes her way to the giant doors leading to the stage. Turning the handle she opens the door and slips into the room. High ceilings matched with big stage lights hanging from the bar, rows upon rows of seats greet her as she walks down the aisle approaching the brilliant stage. The red velvet curtains are drawn, the matted fabric needing to be replaced soon.

Without a sound Aidan hops on the stage slipping behind the old velvet making her way to the dressing room behind the stage. She slips in the dark room flipping on the light switch on the wall. Bright white fluorescent lights flicker above her head illuminating the room. Approaching the dressing room table she takes a seat on the old wood, the surface groaning under the added weight. Aidan pulls out the danish from her bag and eats her breakfast in silence, the only other sound in the room being the light hum of the lights above her.

The sweet taste of the pastry invades her mouth as she takes a bite out of it. Humming slightly at the sweet strawberry flavor coating her tongue. Looking down she grabs her phone out of her pocket, checking the time.

7:28 Monday, November 21

Cigarettes out the Window.Spotify.

TV Girl < ll >

Darcie(tap to view)

Weather today...

Aidan unlocks her phone, and clicks on Darcie's message. Darcie's profile picture welcoming her to their messages. The mixed girl wearing a giant smile on her face, showing her bright blue braces. Next to her stands Aidan, her arms caging around her body, her lips pressed together in a closed lipped smile. The picture was taken at a Halloween party that Darcie had forced Aidan to go to. Aidan had worn a mad hatter costume to the party. A large patched hat sat atop her messy brown locks, her green eyes decorated with splotches of color and blush. She wore mismatched finger less gloves on her hands and an oversized brown and maroon coat, along with a multicolored plaid skirt.

Contrasting her Darcie wore a bright blue dress with a white apron, her dark hair pulled up by a white ribbon. Bright eye shadow decorates her eyelids, her plump lips decorated with bright red tint. Aidan smiles at the memory, albeit in the moment she did not enjoy the party, however she's happy to have the memories of it now.

Opening the messages from her friend, her eyes skimming the screen.

'Hey'6:38

'Hey'6:44

'Hey'7:09

'Are you coming to school today or do I have to send you notes again? >:/' 7:14

'Meet me in Mr. D's class when you get here. Mom told me you were coming today.' 7:24

Aidan's eyes flicker across the screen before she stuffs the rest of the strawberry flavored pastry in her mouth. Standing up she grabs her bag and leaves the old dressing room. The yellowed carpet does little to cover her footsteps. She leaves the backstage area, making her way back through the moth-eaten curtains. Walking through the sea of chairs and the endless ceiling above her. She reaches the giant doors slowly turning the handle and stepping out into the crowded hallway.

Almost immediately Aidan is bombarded with a hoard of students crowding the halls. The noise overtaking all her senses, she turns her music up trying to cancel out the sound of the crowd. Turning the hall she keeps her head down, making a beeline to the biology class. Passing through the sea of students she can overhear conversations from some groups. Only snippets of some here and there, only meaningless gossip.

Aidan finally makes her way to the class at the end of the hall she steps through the door closing it behind her, careful not to slam it.

"Finally! I thought I was gonna have to send a damn search team for you!" Darcie exclaimed standing from her previous seat next to the teachers desk. She's dressed in a bright pink sweater paired with a cute set of worn mom jeans cuffed at the bottom. Her thick dark hair is down today, her fluffy bangs slightly curled but otherwise left alone. Her hands rest on her hips, thick eyebrows creased in mock discipline.

Sitting in the swivel chair was Aidan and Darcies past biology teacher Mr. Dickson or Mr. D for short. His short graying dark hair sat on a curly mass atop his head. Slight stubble dotting his jawline and smile lines sitting in the corners of his eyes, however he would never admit to his students where the wrinkles came from. One could almost compare him to Oscar Issac but a lot older and a little bit more pudgy. He sits in his chair, arms crossed over his chest glaring at Darcie, silently disciplining her for her language but opting to keep quiet.

"So Dunne, what made you decide to come to school today?" Mr. D asks while leaning back in his chair, resting his khaki clad legs on his desk.

"A free breakfast." Aidan says plainly, setting down what's left of her coffee. Leaning against one of the many black tables that litter the classroom she stuffs her headphones in her pocket before taking a sip from her now lukewarm coffee. Darcie sits next to Aidan on the table, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Scrolling through blindly she lays her head on Aidan's shoulder, her dark hair draping over her shirt. Mr. D sighs loudly, opening his computer and scrolling through whatever was on his screen. Through the pair's shared silence, without a word Aidan offers the girl next to her a sip of her coffee, Darcie thinking for a moment before taking a small sip.

"Where'd you get this?" The girl on Aidans shoulder asks. Her dark hands surround Aidans contrasting pale blotchy fingers messing and prodding at the ring adorning her hand.

"I just found it on my desk this morning, I think Casper is finally paying rent." Aidan jokes similarly looking at the gem on her hand. The bright blue reflects the fluorescent lights of the classroom.

"Well next time tell that old bastard to get me one too, this is gorgeous!" Darcie exclaims, her language however warranting yet another warning grumble from Mr. D in the corner of the classroom at his desk.

"Sharma watch it." The older man grumbles from behind his computer, Darcie only rolls her eyes at him settling back down into the comfortable silence they were once in. They sit like that for a few more minutes before Darcie once again breaks the silence.

"Hey, what are you doing after school today?" sitting up from her previous position she questions Aidan. Swishing the rest of her coffee around before downing it Aidan turns to throw it away.

"I'm working tonight at the library." Aidan barely gets out before she's interrupted by an almost animalistic groan coming from the girl next to her.

"You're always working. Always! We never get to hang out anymore man." the dark haired girl whines, huffing over to her bag across the room. She snatches the beige strap in her hands and digs through the bag's contents, eventually pulling out a small chocolate bar and opening it.

"We need to hang out sometime, outside of work and school. Aidan I love you but you have like no social life." She says nonchalantly while taking a bite out of the candy in her hand. Aidan only sits in silence, her green eyes avoiding the piercing gaze of her friend. Smirking to herself she stands from the desk, checking her phone in the process.

"I'll think about it. I'm not working Friday if you're not. I promised your mom I would work at the cafe Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday." Aidan recalls, sliding off the desk and adjusting her flannel. "I mean if you wanna go skating or shopping Friday after school I'm down, I guess." Shaking her head Darcie sighs, collecting her stuff from around the class.

"That's the thing though, it's always. 'I guess' 'I mean if you want to' 'yeah whatever i don't care' it makes me feel like you don't really want to hang out with me. It makes me feel like you don't really care about anything at all." She adjusts the strap on her bag, stopping in the doorway of the class.

"I won't force you to do anything, but if you want to then we can go downtown Friday. Does that sound good?"

The shrieking of the morning bell echoes through the classroom cutting through the atmosphere. Aidan only stares back at her friend, silently surveying her through her lashes.

"Friday, we'll hang out. Okay?" She says, voice cutting through the left silence like a knife.

"Friday." Darcie echoes back. "You promise?"

"I promise."

#enemies to lovers #original story #romance #adventure #fantasy #female main character #other dimensions #fanfiction #tumblr writers #writing #fiction writing

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justice4daisyjohnson · 2 years

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could you do a Florence Pugh x reader where r is a music producer and sometimes helps flos brother toby out with his music sometimes. Florence is back in oxford visiting her family and reader is also over helping her brother recording some stuff and toby introduce florence to reader. After getting to know each other reader asks flo on a date and she says yes. hope that makes sense

(this request was from my requests were open) school has been so busy for me and writers block sucks ass so i couldn't get this or any other fics out sooner but I'm planning on writing for latina!reader. also blame the mistakes on casper.

in calls, florence has heard about you from toby. she would be lying if she wasn't intrigued by the way toby spoke of you in high value. she wouldn't deny she got a little hopeful to see you when she heard toby would be at the studio recording while she's back home.

you and toby have been close friends since you've met. you met him when you were working on another artist's album and toby stumbled into the room. one of your co-workers began to apologize on behalf of toby, and continued to say he was new. you were intrigued by him, you thought you'd heard about him before but it could be a mistake. you went back to your job and hoped to catch him later.

when your session finished, you checked the sign list at the front of the beginning, found the producer that was working with toby, and their room number. you watched on the sidelines and demanded to be included in his project. you won over toby immediately but you had to bargain with his producer for a bit.

in the end, you made a big help in tobys project and had formed a close bond with him. you two tended to goof and joke around most sessions.

when florence landed home, her sisters and mother ended up picking her up at the airport. when florence asked the whereabouts of toby, she was met with an eye-roll from raffie.

"in that bloody studio, twenty-four-seven, with his best friend" raffie said and her mother smiled at her warmly. the girls' mother knew this annoyance was out of love for their brother. in reality, raffie loved the close bond you have made with her older brother, allowing her to know you more than an acquaintance.

"lay off of y/n, she's nice," arabella says to raffie and the younger sister sticks her tongue out to arabella. truly, you only met the pugh family a handful of times but all of those times you gave them every reason to love you.

when florence gives a confused expression to her mother she finally gets a real answer, "he's coming home later," their mother says and they all pack up in the car.

in the four hours, florence has been home, she hasn't heard a peep from her brother. when asking her mother, she was just met with the same answer.

"later, darling. he told me he would be here soon"

florence was growing annoyed and decided to call her brother. toby didn't pick up the first time but florence had missed her brother too much so she called again. when toby picked up the phone, there was music playing in the back and he was out of breath.

"home already?"

"I've been home for four hours, toby"

"shit"

"are you not going to be home today?"

"no no, i will. I've been getting caught up in the studio. how about you just come over, there are some samples i want to show you, anyways"

florence rolls her eyes and smiles. "okay I'm going over"

"promise, you're going to love her," toby says when he sits next to you in front of the sounding board. you nod at him and turn back to the board, "I'm serious! you know, shes single too- wha- what don't look at me like that"

"i know you are not trying to set me up with your sister, toby"

"what's so wrong with my sister, huh y/n?" toby snaps and playfully places his hands on his hips.

"nothing! you're just my best friend, man. isn't there some rule about dating your best friend's sibling?"

"yes, but, i will allow you to date one of my siblings this once. but i swear to god if you hurt her, y/n"

"this once? relax, i haven't even asked her out yet" you laugh at his protectiveness for his sister.

"so you'll do it?"

"god no! that just sounds like a disaster waiting to happen"

"oh my god, y/n. just wait to see her, and talk to her. shes great. just think about it"

"if i think about it will you leave me to finish this" you move to the soundboard toby had seemed to neglect.

"think about it and ill leave you alone," toby says, moving his hand in front of you two, waiting for you to shake. you sigh and give in, shaking his hand and going back to editing.

it was only a couple of minutes later when toby announced florence arrived and he was going downstairs to pick her up. you waited, forgetting you were alone, too immersed in your work. you were broken out of your trance when other producers entered the room.

you tended to have more friends at work. everyone told you spent too much time at work but it's what you loved to do, and you wouldn't give it up for anything.

toby eventually arrived with florence by his side. once you laid your eyes on the long-haired blonde, your eyes couldn't leave her. she look gorgeous in her jeans and black long sleeve turtle neck. you knew she was on a flight today, so she probably changed.

when it was finally your turn to introduce yourself and you choked, her hand was out to shake but it took you three seconds before you it registered to you that you weren't looking through a tv screen and it was real life.

"hello, I'm florence" she says when you finally shake her hand.

"y/n" you respond, "I've heard lots about you" you scold yourself silently.

florence tilted her head, she smiled a little, as if she was curious about what her brother could say about her when you were working. "all good i hope"

"sorry about interrupting, were just leaving. you'll have those samples for the album ready for us tomorrow morning?" one of your producer friends asks. if you could, you would scold them for taking your attention off of florence.

"yeah, yeah. ill send them over in the morning" you nod, trying to advert your eyes from florence as she moved to sit on your bean bag on one side of the room.

"can always count on you, y/l/n. we will expect nothing short of perfection" the other producer says as they both walk out.

"flattery will get you everywhere with me" you joke back and turn back to toby and florence.

"no pressure" florence jokes and you smile back at her.

"with y/n, we'll be done with the sample in two seconds," toby says, complimenting your skills without actually saying it. he sat by the chair closest to you at the soundboard.

"so what do you two do here all day?" florence questions.

you and toby start telling her all about your sessions, the times where you had to have pizza as dinner and stay later because you got a spark of inspiration. the time where you wrote two whole songs together in one plane ride, and all the times that made you two closer as best friends. well, you were enjoying it till toby started telling his sister all your embarrassing stories.

"hey hey, don't start. till i start telling florence about all the time i had to be your wing woman just for you to lose the girl at the end of the night" you tease and you could see tobys face drop.

"now i wanna hear about this!"

the rest of the night was spent sharing embarrassing stories and laughing. you knew now that florence was at the studio, you would get no work done.

florence yawns, it's almost one in the morning, "you tired, pugh?" you tease her.

"give me a break i had an early flight," she says and you laugh.

"you know what, I'm getting tired too, we should head out," toby says and you don't move from your chair, "you're staying?" you give a simple nod, and toby sighs, knowing there's no way he's going to be able to convince you to leave the studio.

when going to say goodbye to florence, you pull her into a hug and whisper into her ear, "goodnight, darling" you didn't miss the blush on her cheeks.

you didn't sleep that night. while getting the sample done you would get distracted and finish other projects for other songs in the album. this went on until you saw the time on your phone. quickly, you sent the file to the producers and texted toby the sample, getting up your seat and cleaning the room as you left it. you grabbed your third cup of coffee and left the building.

as your drove home, you were second-guessing yourself in your sleep-deprived state, when you got a call from toby you were grateful for the child you called your best friend. you knew if you stayed on the call with him through the car ride you would be safe.

toby was asking about your night and other things you completed about the studio. you decided to ignore florences voice when you heard her in the background behind tobys voice. toby ended up inviting you to a friendly dinner but you politely declined.

little to your knowledge, there was a pouting florence pugh in front of toby.

florence was going to be home for a total of three weeks, and she was determined to land a date with you by the end of her trip.

she lost the first week since you were out in California working for other producers and having meetings (from what toby told florence), so she waited until you came back to invite you to dinner at her family's house.

you raised an eyebrow, "you sure, pugh? i don't want to steal your spotlight"

"oh as of you could ever, y/l/n" florence jokes and you raise your hands in surrender.

"okay okay, i'll go"

it wasn't hard to convince you to go, you had been to the pugh family house multiple times before but this time florence would be there.

you fell into a conversation with arabella and toby once at the house. florence had taken a little longer today to get ready. soon, raffie joined the conversation. there was always a playful love the relationship between you and raffie. she pretended to hate you because you were a workaholic and would drag her brother into it. but in reality, she loved your fun personality and was grateful for getting along with her whole family.

it seemed as if everyone in the house knew why florence was taking so long to get ready. she was usually easygoing with meeting new people and loved making the first impression but you were a whole different story for her. even if she hasn't said anything about you to her family, they all knew she was getting extra dolled up because you were going to be at the dinner.

you left the group of siblings to go to the bathroom and as you were walking in the hallway, florence stepped out of a room. she looked surprised to see you.

you gave her a friendly smile and hugged her, "well don't you look gorgeous"

you knew you were pushing it once you saw her cheeks blush from more than her makeup. florence thanked you and you excused yourself to go to the restroom. when you finished in the bathroom, you walked out and heard laughter from the dining room. you made your way to the table and saw everyone walking in and grabbing their empty plates.

"oh, come here, i was just serving your plate" you heard florence say, when you look over you got a look at her. while holding a saddle and pouring food into your plate, she had a gorgeous sundress on that complimented her curves. you were practically drooling in front of her family.

"pick your jaw up off the floor, it's my sister," toby said, jabbing your side with his elbow and walking off, you were about to retort, but florence called you over asking if you wanted more than what she served.

"that's great, thank you, hun," you say, taking the plate from her hands and sitting down at the table.

as dinner started, you made jokes with the other family as if they were your own. all while you would sneak glances at florence. you tried hard to not let your attraction shine through but it's been proven difficult when florence is looking divine.

it was a known tradition to watch a movie after dinner when everyone was at the house, and fortunately for you, you were caught in it this time.

"dinner was delicious, thank you," you say to florences' parents as you help clean the table. you then go back to the living room where all the siblings are separated as they waited for their parents to start the movie.

when you sat next to toby, from the corner of your eye, you saw florence pout. you turned to her with a smirk, "what?" you softly pat the seat next to you and she rushes towards you.

you hold your laugh in, but toby didn't. you heard the man laughing from beside you and you looked over at him, "you owe me" he whispers towards you.

later that night, you said your goodbyes to everyone but discreetly asked florence to follow you to the front door.

"i was just wondering if you'd go on a date with me?" you didn't get an answer. well, as soon as you finished, florence pulled you into a searing kiss. you grab onto her waist for stability but pulled away once you realized you needed air.

"i'm guessing that's a yes?"

"took you long enough"

#florence pugh imagine #florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh x you #marvel

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handsomelyhiddleston · 3 years

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Sticky Notes - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

It all started on the set of Ragnarok. They hadn’t even started filming yet. Table reads, choreography, costume fittings, set development…The cast, crew, and even Taika started finding little notes.

Some were specifically to certain people…

“Your laugh is contagious. Thank you for making this set so down to earth and inviting.” You slipped that into Taika’s (the director’s) fanny pack when he left it on his director’s chair.

“I know how hard you’ve been working on your fight choreography, and I just wanted to let you know you absolutely killed it today!” You left that stuck to Tessa’s (Valkyrie’s) water bottle.

Some you posted for everyone, like “I know that you all put such amazing effort and time into bringing this movie to life and I just want you all to know that it doesn’t go unnoticed.” That note was posted above a table full of ‘easy to grab’ snacks you laid out such as protein bars, fruit snacks, pretzels, and dried fruit.

This continued well into filming. Everyone had tried to figure out who was leaving these little daily encouragements. It got to the point that Taika started calling you Casper, as in “Casper the Friendly Ghost.” Every day at the start of filming he would say. “Come on guys. Let’s make Casper proud.”

Everyone had a theory. Most thought that it was actually Taika just trying to keep morale up. Taika accused Tom but took it back after some comment about the notes not sounding very British.

Your job on set was to cast extras. While you were present daily, you honestly only had to meet with Taika once or twice a day to make sure the next day’s cast extras were ready. You two fell into an easy rhythm working together and he started asking for your opinion on some other aspects of the set. One late afternoon, after an incredibly chaotic day of filming, Taika decided that he was going to scrap the entire scene and start it over.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text to you, Tom, and Chris. “Today can suck it. I’ve just watched the dailies, and something just isn’t right about that scene. Meet at mine in 30 so we can get ahead of it.” A few seconds later he added, “And for the love of God, someone bring some tequila.”

You laughed at his text, jogging to the trailer you shared with the other casting director. You changed into a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt and grabbed your keys and wallet. You jumped in your car so you could make a quick trip to the Starbucks down the street since it appeared it was going to be a long night.

“One Venti iced coffee with milk and 1 sugar, one Grande Americano hot with cream and 2 sugars, one Venti hot latte with vanilla, and one Venti hot water with two earl gray tea bags and four sugars on the side. Can I also get one of the small kid’s milk boxes?” You heard the barista repeat your order back and pulled forward and paid.

When you got to Taika’s trailer, Tom and Chris were already there.

“Oh, bless you” Taika thanked you, taking the Latte from you.

“You’re the best” Chris said, taking the lid off of the Americano so it would cool off a bit.

“Tom, I grabbed you tea.” You handed him the hot water and two tea bags, setting the sugars and milk next to him so he could make it to his liking.

“You’re too kind” Tom graciously took the hot water from you, noting that you grabbed his favorite kind of tea.

In Taika’s trailer there was a table with a bench on each side. Chris and Tom were sat on one side, leaving a space for you to sit next to Taika.

“Anyone grab the tequila?” you laughed, dropping your keys and wallet on Taika’s counter and sitting at the table with your iced coffee.

Taika grabbed the bottle and sat it down in front of you. “You’re already two swigs behind, love.”

“Bullshit” you laughed. “Prove it. Where are the shot glasses?”

“I said swigs, not shots” Taika smirked. “We don’t have shot glasses.”

“Look at how much is missing from that bottle. I just bought it.” Hemsworth backed Taika up.

You looked at Tom, knowing he would be honest with you.

“Hey, you trust Tom more than me?” Taika pretended to be offended.

“Tom always looks out for everybody. I don’t think he’d let me get two shots drunker than you fools.” You teased Taika, poking his side and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Watch” Taika said, putting his arm around your shoulders and looking towards Tom. “How many swigs did we all take?”

Tom laughed, “I’m sorry darling, but he’s telling you the truth.”

“Fine, fine.” You opened the bottle and took three swigs, handing it to Taika. “Catch up, then.”

Tom started thinking about the compliment you had given him as he took his third swig of Tequila. He felt flattered that you felt that way, but it also reminded him of one of the notes he had found stuck to his trailer door.

“Okay, we need to re-block this whole scene. It just did not translate from script to screen…” The four of you worked on a few line changes and mapped out a better way to execute the scene for over two hours.

There was a bit of dialogue that Taika felt was getting lost that he really just didn’t want to let go of. “We may just have to mess with this tomorrow while we’re filming.”

“Or you could have Loki say it instead of Thor.” You suggested.

“Could do.” You could tell that Taika was thinking it over.

“Here you have Thor immediately going into another hard-hitting line” you explained. “If that line comes from Loki, it makes it less likely to get lost.”

“I think that will fix this problem too” Chris started underlining other parts of the dialogue.

“What do you think?” Taika looked at Tom.

“I mean, I personally think Loki has already evolved enough at that point in the script that it suits him quite nicely.” Tom explained in a way only Tom can explain.

“I agree” you said. “You guys make Loki grow quite a bit in this film and as usual, Tom is hitting it out of the park. I’m 100% confident he will have conveyed that message to the audience by this point.”

“Thank you for your vote of confidence.” Again, Tom was flattered. However, he was growing more and more suspicious that you were Casper.

“Always” you replied, smiling at Tom as you finished your coffee.

“Let me type this up and we can table read it.” Taika grabbed the papers and went to the other side of the trailer where his computer was set up.

“While you do that, I’m going to steal your restroom for a moment.” Chris stood, throwing his empty coffee cup away and closing the bathroom door. Chris joined Taika a moment later.

“Y/n?” Tom said, kind of quietly.

“What’s up?” Your elbows were resting on the table with your chin sat on your hands.

“Can I ask you something?” Tom didn’t want to bring it up in front of anyone. He didn’t want the notes to stop, but he had to know.

Tom looked a bit serious, but you didn’t know why. “Of course.”

“Are you…” He stopped, reaching his hand into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. “Is this you?”

Your eyes went wide as Tom pulled a small stack of pink sticky notes out of his wallet, laying them down next to each other. There must have been 10 of them in total. You were touched that he actually kept them. Sometimes you felt silly leaving them for people not knowing if they appreciated them. You tried to play it off, laughing. “I thought those were from Taika?”

He pointed at one of them, reading it quietly. “I tried the tea you always drink. I don’t think it could ever replace my love of coffee, but I wanted you to know it pairs well with a good book.” He pointed to another note. “I know you paid for everyone to Uber home after our last night out. I just wanted to tell you I appreciate you. Thank you for always looking out for us.” You could feel his eyes on you as he moved his hand to a third note. “I envy your ability to capture a room. You’ve got an amazing knack for making those watching you feel whatever emotion you’re trying to convey.” When Tom’s hand moved to the fourth note, you heard Taika’s printer turn on.

“Put them away” you said, trying to stack them quickly. Chris started walking towards you and you grabbed the small stack you had gathered and put them in your pocket.

Tom put the rest back in his wallet. “What do you think?” he asked Taika about the changes he had made.

“I think tomorrow is going to be a lot fuckin’ better.” He passed the printed copies around after joining the two of you back at the table.

Tom’s line went over great, and the dialogue flowed much more smoothly. All of the other changes made the scene feel more natural. When Taika called it a night, Chris laid down on the couch refusing to go back to his own trailer.

“Can I walk you to yours?” Tom asked as you stepped out of Taika’s trailer.

The two of you walked back to your trailer in comfortable silence, tired and a little drunk. When you got to the door, you turned around and pulled the pink notes out of your pocket.

“Please don’t tell anyone?” You placed the notes in Tom’s hand.

“I didn’t plan on it” he replied, tucking them neatly back into his wallet.

“I feel silly now that someone knows it was me. Why did you keep them?” You had to ask. You assumed, at most, that people read them, smiled, and threw them away.

“Hmm…” Tom laughed humorlessly, his eyes focused on his wallet. “I think you’re doing a lot more than you realize when you leave your ‘silly’ little notes.”

His response caught you off guard. He almost sounded…sad? Serious?

“Y/n, I’ve had to work with actors and crew that have made filming a project miserable. Whether they were rude or critical or just an absolute diva, there is always someone to bring the room down.” He put his wallet away and looked you in the eyes. “I wish you knew how many of us have kept these notes. Taika has them in the glovebox of his car. The catwalk above the set is covered in notes you’ve left the crew. They’re stuck all over the mirrors in the make-up trailer so that the cast sees them first thing in the morning.”

Your eyes went wide. “What?”

Tom put his hands on each of your arms as if to ensure you were paying attention. “An encouraging word or a genuine compliment can change someone’s entire day, y/n. You have no way of knowing what life has dealt any of these people. They could be depressed or stressed out or wishing they hadn’t woken up that morning…and all of a sudden they receive a tiny bit of kindness from someone and it makes it that much easier to get through another day. Maybe even with a smile on their face.”

Tom wore a soft smile and even though you felt a bit overwhelmed, you couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you for telling me that.” You moved towards him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Please don’t forget it.” Tom pulled back a bit and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I hope you get a good night’s sleep.”

“You, too.” You watched Tom walk away before slipping into your shared trailer.

Over the next few weeks, Tom had left you multiple green sticky notes with compliments written on them.

“You looked stunning yesterday”

“Thank you for still being a good listener when I go on rants about things you couldn’t care less about”

“Taika was bragging about you to someone on the phone. I just wanted you to know. I know sometimes you hesitate to suggest your ideas, but you shouldn’t.”

“I appreciate how much time you spend making this a better set to work on.”

“You are an incredible friend.”

You’d find at least one note a day and for every note he left you, you’d leave one for him. The two of you got quite a bit closer after he found out about your secret. You’d spend breaks on set together and often times wound up back in Taika’s trailer with him and Chris. You cuddled and flirted and shared more than a few loving glances, but you never went any further. It felt like it was turning into something more, but Tom was such a gentleman you couldn’t tell.

The note you found this morning, however, completely caught you off guard. The filming was almost done and everyone’s time on set was almost over. You had just sat down next to the director’s chair and opened your laptop. There, stuck to the screen, was a green sticky note. “Darling, would you please be mine?”

You looked up at Tom on stage only to find him already looking at you. He lifted his brow and tilted his head, waiting for your response. You couldn’t help but smile as you nodded ‘yes’.

Taika looked between you, noticing the interaction and intentionally teasing you. “Oi, what’s this then?”

Tom turned, trying to hide his grin by talking to Chris. You closed your laptop to hide the sticky note.

“Nah, I saw you two. Don’t pretend like I’m crazy.” Taika was still looking back and forth between you and Tom.

“Maybe you’re still drunk from last night” you teased, putting your laptop in its bag so you could retrieve the note later.

“Oh, sure.” He dropped it, knowing he’d bring it up tonight when you all gathered in his trailer.

The rest of the filming flew by crazy fast. You and Tom had decided that you would go stay with him in New York until the press junkets and interviews started. When the premier rolled around, you two were already publicly dating so you got to escort him down the red carpet. It had been just over a year since the two of you had started dating.

As the credits for the film started rolling, you felt like you were walking down memory lane. So many people go into making movies of this scale and watching all of the names roll by, one by one, really puts that into perspective. You’d met almost all of these people and worked closely with quite a few of them. As the credits came to an end, you saw that Taika had added an extra credit.

The last few “SPECIAL THANKS” credits were in order as listed…

“The filmmakers acknowledge the assistance of the New Zealand Government’s Screen Production Grant”

“The filmmakers would like to acknowledge the Yugambeh and Bundjalung Peoples of Australia”

“The director would like to thank ‘Casper’, Ragnarok’s own personal friendly ghost”

It had been a year since you’d written one of those notes and it caught you off guard. Tom put his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I told you.”

You and Tom mingled amongst your friends at the after party. Taika was flying. He was so happy with how it turned out and grateful for such a positive response. Everyone in the cast was telling stories from filming and catching up with their friends. By the time you two got back to your hotel room, you were blissfully tipsy and exhausted. You slipped out of your dress and threw on a baggy t-shirt before washing your face and getting ready for bed. When you left the bathroom, you saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed in his pajamas with a soft, warm smile gracing his beautiful face. He was wearing his glasses and his hair was a mess and he could not have been more attractive if he tried.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, pulling you to stand between his legs.

“Pretty good. How about yourself?” you put your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his.

“I think there’s only one thing that could make me happier in this moment.” He answered.

You thought he was being a bit cheeky, so you replied with, “oh, yeah? I wonder what that could be.”

Tom reached behind him on the bed and pulled out a small box with a worn, green sticky note on top of it. He didn’t say anything, letting you read it. It was the same note he had left stuck to your laptop screen. “Darling, would you please be mine?” Only now the word “forever” was written at the bottom.

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x reader #Tom Hiddleston imagine #loki

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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Lmao Levi being irritated because reader, his roomate, who he still hasn't confessed to yet, gets a cat.

The cat hates Levi but loves reader and reader loves the cat too and it's basically Levi vs the cat someone help

note :: very rushed and not proofread i only wrote for fun because once again i am bed ridden with sickness ha ha the perks of always being sick i suppose T__T

lord, does levi despise the way you act without thinking sometimes

he’s legitimately appalled at how you can manage to always do shit like this

even more appalled at how he lets you get away with it every time

now, what is the shit you have done this time?

brought a cat home a CAT

first things first, you are allergic to cats so he does not understand how that predicament will fix itself

secondly, cats shed EVERYWHERE

as much as he enjoys cleaning he is not going to clean that up every day

thirdly, cats will ruin furniture and claw at it

as well as the curtains!!!!

and levi loves the curtains in the living room because the both of you picked them out together

though it was a struggle to get you interested enough to pick a pair you liked.

maybe that’s why he’s looking at you irked by this all

you’re holding the kitten in your arms playing around with her

“peek... a... boo!”

playing fucking peek-a-boo with a cat? he questions himself in his head

“y/n. we are not keeping the cat.”

at this you innocently look up at him through your lashes

god, there you go again doing that

he doesn’t know if you’re aware of the impact you have on him when you do that

he’s good at holding his composure but that look ignites something in him

but he always has to push that something down his throat

“c’mon, you’d be the best roomie ever if you let me keep her!”

his eyes narrow at the word roomie

is that all he is to you?? a roomie???

you’re holding the cat up alongside your face and are fake pouting

“you. are. allergic. to. cats.” he punctuates every word clearly

“how do you know that?” you ask reasonably shocked he knows something that obscure and random about you

“you like talking about yourself when you’re drunk.”

a memory of him helping you throw up whilst he carefully holds your hair out of your face flashes past

if it were anyone else he wouldn’t have got anywhere near them if they were throwing up

but it was you,

it was always you.

“you rambled on and on and on about wanting a cat as a kid but not getting one because of your allergies.”

“so you would also know-” the cat tries to scratch your arm and you retract giggling

“that i really want a cat!”

“does that change your allergies? poof oh wow y/n you’re no longer allergic to shitty cats because you want one.”

you roll your eyes at his deadpan expression and pessimism

“if you knew anything about cats you would know this is a cornish rex” you now rebuttal

“a fucking what?”

“hypoallergenic cat breed! my allergies to cats are mild so it’s the perfect cat for me”

the crease between his eyebrow deepens.

“do you forget that we live in this apartment together?”

you scrunch your nose looking at your little buddy who has now settled in your lap “how could i forget that?”

he knows you see him as nothing more than a roommate

levi loves you he does but you don’t know that

but part of him thinks you do because you always give him that look when you want something

you’re doing it again.

the look.

“fuck. fine but if that thing coughs up a hair ball she’s out.”

“AAAHH THANK YOU I LOVE YOU LEVI!!!!” you’re ecstatic

his breath traps itself in his throat when he hears that

how can you carelessly say i love you??

you’re happily looking between him and the cat and hand her over to levi

“hold her you’re the dad”

“so you’re the...?” he asks

“i’m the...???” you’re clueless

he shakes his head waving it off

it takes you a moment to understand what he’s asking then your eyes widen

“ohhh the mum? yeah that would be me”

it’s so stupid, so stupid, so so so stupid he repeats it in his head the whole scenario is stupid

but it doesn't stop him from smiling like an idiot

in recent days you’ve given her the names diana, garfield and casper

sadly, none of then seem to stick because you’re too indecisive

it’s got to the point where you barge into levi’s room without asking

you’re in your pyjamas he looks at you confused as to why you’ve walked in with no permission at 2am

in a cucumber face mask...?

“name the cat please, name the cat i can’t stick to a name i’m going to rip my hair out“ you’re gripping at your hair groaning in frustration.

“edgar’

first suggestion, too ugly.

you shake your head

“candy“

second suggestion, no, just no.

you shake your head again in refusal

“zero?“

yeah, no.

another shake of the head

levi ponders and thinks hard “...angel?’

you blush, jump back and look more than startled

fumbling with your fingers awkwardly you edge closer towards the door

he just eyes you weirdly wondering what causes that reaction

well, you must like the name

“is it good enough?” he asks

you’re speechless not knowing what to actually say

“y/n...????”

you snap out of it

“isn’t that something you’d call a significant other not a cat?”

and for once in your life you actually seem kinda annoyed at him

“your cat is an angel in your eyes that’s the point” he’s explaining his point but you aren’t listening

you don’t know why levi saying that word makes your heart race

that’s why you’re annoyed right now

in fact it’s not that you’re annoyed. you’re scared that it triggers this response because this is levi.

levi, your roommate the same roommate who argues about pizza toppings with you. he’s nothing more than that.

but your cheeks continue to flush behind the cucumber face mask

“i’ll ask someone else what to name him just call him salad for now” without letting him get a word in you leave but somehow you forget the cat

salad turns to levi and gives him what can only be described as a menacing look.

“you happy you annoying shit? y/n’s annoyed because i can’t name you”

your cat jumps at him and tries to scratch at a piece of flesh but is held off easily

one cold look from levi and she stops.

“get out my room you pest.” he says as he places the cat on the floor

salad scurries away and levi rolls his eyes

he hates that cat he really does

a few hours pass levi is still up he’s always found it hard to sleep

it’s been a long day he’s just finished a thesis for his physics degree and stretches out contently

to say he’s tired is an understatement but his throat is dry and he needs to DESPERATELY hydrate

he gets to his feet and ventures into the kitchen to retrieve some water then he’ll knock out like a log and fall asleep.

the pitch of your snoring can be heard and he smiles to himself silently.

it’s all good, he’s sure you’re getting all the sleep you need.

“GRRRE”

there it is,

the little fucker, your cat is still up.

“what is it little shit?” levi asks leaned up against the surface of the counter.

salad is only staring at him blankly before turning to look over at the living room.

it’s dim the lights are switched off but levi feels something is feels off

“the hell did you do?” he asks

but salad shows no signs of breaking and revealing what it is she’s done

levi’s going to have to investigate

stepping towards the living room he flicks the lights open.

eyes survey the entire area everything looks good until he sees the way the drapes have been ripped apart

salad is picked up in one swoop she sees how levi is about to throw her out the front door and panics

meowing and struggling just in the nick of time she jumps before running away and slipping into the safety of your bedroom

groaning levi goes back to the living room to see if he’s missed anything.

well, god damn him.

scratches litter the leather furniture, it almost looks like a crossword.

salad has also conveniently taken a shit behind the sofa,

and to top it all off she’s left a dead mouse in the middle of the living room floor

levi. is. infuriated.

“you should thank her for catching the mouse”

you’re hurriedly eating some toast levi has made for you as you brush your hair out and gather it into a low ponytail

“look at the drapes y/n??” he’s exasperated and trying to make sense of your logic

“i didn’t like the drapes anyway we needed new ones.”

you aren’t taking this seriously at all and it’s getting on his nerves now

he runs a hand through his hair and glares at you “i told you taking the cat in was a bad idea”

your hair tie snaps and so do you

all the doubts from yesterday are eating you away. the question still lingers in your mind - how do you really feel about levi?

“do you have to have an opinion on everything i do? you’re my roommate not my boyfriend.”

it’s your fault for letting your anger and stress get the better of you. to be frank you have no clue why you’ve gone and said that.

if you’re honest with yourself you know he’s not a roommate. he’s not a friend either but at the same time he’s definitely not a boyfriend.

he’s more than a friend to you but you don’t think he sees you similarly.

oh how wrong you are

“roommate?”

levi’s question is filled with not an ounce of humour, the both of you know that.

oddly, he sounds displeased,

but you can’t take it back now.

and you hate backing down

“what?” you scoff

he shakes his head and makes his way to the front door not turning to look at you.

“get a grip on that cat otherwise i’m throwing it out”

SLAM!

you’ve done it, you’ve messed it up.

salad jumps up on the counter and licks your toast

maybe, he is right about the cat.

the rest of the week is incredibly busy you have an important economics presentation due today and you’ve done everything you need to prepare for it.

at least that’s what you think,

you’re stood in front of the class introducing yourself and everything seems to be going smoothly

price determination within the economic market might as well be advertised as a sleeping pill because you don’t know how you can get anyone interested enough to keep their eyes open.

but putting your best foot forward an attempt is still made.

“the buyers and sellers accept this price, and buy and sell accordin-”

you’re abruptly cut off by your professor who coughs and then proceeds to leer at you in disgust.

a few moments of silence pass and you can feel your heart hammer in your chest.

suddenly he points at the door,

he’s known for being harsh, strict and a stingy marker but it’s not as if you’ve shown up with nothing done...?

in fact this is the largest amount of effort you’ve put into your economics course since you’ve started it.

being in your usual seasonal slump has held you back but now you’re actually trying he’s saying it’s not good enough?

“your presentation. it’s awful. not enough effort put into it, leave for today.” his voice is rumbling and intimidating.

you’re stunned, you’ve worked tirelessly day and night to finish this off.

you’ve even had to cry over not knowing or understanding how to make pie charts.

interpreting data has never been your strong suit.

too embarrassed to ask for help you had to spend hours figuring out how to make it all work alongside your excel chart and spreadsheet

sighing heavily you speak up “professor i’ve spent a lot of time on this?”

“i looked through the slides. dog shit.” his response is fiery and you shudder at the boiling frustration he’s shooting right at you.

arguing in front of the lecture hall is not what you wish to do and you’re sure you aren’t going to be the only person sent out this way.

just retreat y/n

you do.

the professor is clearly in a bad mood and taking it out on you, there’s nothing you can do about it.

wordlessly you gather your belongings and leave.

as you trudge back home the feeling of not being good enough sinks in your stomach like a heavy anchor at sea.

entering through the front door is a task and a half through your glossed over eyes but somehow you manage

you’ve kept salad in your room for most of the time after your argument and she seems to actually miss levi’s presence.

so when the first thing you see as soon as you enter is salad clawing at his bedroom door begging to be let in you aren’t surprised.

thankfully for you he’s yet to return from class and hasn’t been disturbed by the sounds.

at least that’s what you assume.

you look at salad and start sobbing

you wish you were a cat.

cats don’t get shit on for fucking up economics presentations that’s for sure.

shaking you try to hold yourself up against one of the walls

frankly, school stress is getting to you.

you tried hard on that presentation only for it to fail when it was worth a quarter of your grade.

A QUARTER...

TWENTY FIVE PERCENT...

salad nuzzles herself against your leg and you lean over to pick her up

she licks at your ear, it tickles and you laugh in between sobs

“you sure are good at comforting people huh?” you’re so worn out your laugh sounds half dead.

it’s all so pathetic. you standing in your living room wailing as you hold your pet cat like a baby.

but she doesn’t mind and let’s you cry to your hearts content.

“MEOW” salad loudly squeaks and you stroke her back but she only keeps at it “MEOWWWW.”

sensing that she’s bringing something to your attention you turn around

there stands levi awkwardly waving at you and you instinctually cover your face with your arm.

the smudged mascara is none of his business.

“wanna order pizza and talk about it?”

pursing your lips at the proposition you slowly lower your arm and scratch at the sleeve of your shirt.

"yeah, i’d love that.”

“KICKED YOU OUT THE LECTURE HALL?? YOU WORKED ON THAT FOR DAYS Y/N, DAYS??”

levi is beyond pissed he hasn’t even touched the second slice of his pizza after hearing how your presentation played out.

“it’s okay, it was probably going to go bad i can’t do anything right.”

levi’s silver eyes fog up in annoyance and you shut yourself up.

“you are the most able person i have met.”

head rocking up in surprise the confession is news to you.

“really?“

“you’re great at making pad thai, somehow you convinced me to keep that cat, i remember that other time you convinced a first year to bungee jump off a building for last years charity fundraiser.”

it truly is endearing how he doesn’t call you smart or witty or hard-working. none of that basic nonsense you’ve heard time and time again from everyone else.

the fact he’s naming the most random things makes your heart swell.

you burst into laughter remembering the first year’s quivering form and you wonder why levi even remembers that.

“if salad bothers you that much i could find a friend to look after her.”

levi looks at you like he’s just come face to face with a ghost.

“no? i like her, she might frustrate me and get in the way when i want to-” he stops himself fumbling over his sentence.

“when you want to?“ you’re leaning in closer intrigued what the rest of the sentence is.

shock flashes over his face but the next second it disappears.

taking a gulp of his water seemingly in preparation he looks you right in the eye.

“when i want to kiss you.”

and that’s all it takes for you to tug him by the shirt and slam his lips against yours, you giggle into the kiss as you situate yourself in his lap. hands ghosting over your hips he’s disoriented not sure where to place his palms but you don’t care. you’ve been waiting for this and despite his sloppy response the fact you’re finally doing what you’ve been fearing the most these past few weeks is only filling you with adrenaline.

“settle down.” he’s panting heavy and ragged. “i was meant to initiate it and look cool what the fuck??” he’s not mad, he’s just playing with you but that doesn’t stop you from getting into the role.

“and if i don’t settle?” you mischievously ask, levi’s hands are cupping your jaw he pushes your hair out of your face and simply gazes in awe.

he makes you feel so beautiful, it’s unreal.

“meow...” salad’s dissatisfied whining can be heard and then out of nowhere in one fluid motion she jumps onto levi’s chest.

“salad if you don’t mind i’m trying to make out with your dad.” you explain with a frown.

she doesn’t budge and instead a trickling sound can be heard, then a foul smell floats into the room and levi screams.

“Y/N THE LITTLE SHIT IS PEEING ON ME???”

#levi #levi ackerman #aot #snk #levi x reader #levi x y/n #attack on titan #levi fluff #leviiattacks #modern levi #college levi #levi scenario #levi headcanons #levi fanfiction #aot fanfiction #attack on titan levi #attack on titan x reader

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Ectober Day 3 - Mutant

Word Count: 1.1k Characters: Danny, Jazz Summary: Danny wants what he thinks he can’t have; Jazz offers a helping hand

Sitting on the floor with his back leaning against his bed, he allowed himself to cry – quietly. Each silent sob tugged the next one out of him, an unending chain that shook his shoulders and made his breath choppy and uneven, but still he made no sound.

Too long had this feeling been building up inside of him. Today had been the breaking point, acting happy and fine at dinner, as though everything were alright, when inside he was screaming for someone to notice that he, in fact, was not alright.

Was it fair to blame his family for not realizing, when he had resolutely kept up the mask that nothing was bothering him? Perhaps not. And part of him was upset with himself for being upset over something so stupid. That was the thing. Nothing bad had happened to him, not recently, not more than usual.

He bit his fist as he fought back a whine, a thin, reedy cry slipping out of him before he could stifle it. No matter. Everyone else was already asleep at this hour. No one would notice.

Less than a minute later there was a soft knock at his door. “Danny?”

Of course Jazz would be the exception.

He wanted to respond but his breathing was still choppy and outside his control. She opened the door regardless, slipping in quietly and closing the door behind her.

“Are you hurt?”

He shook his head and buried his face in his knees, arms crossed around them.

Rather than ask him what was wrong, she sat down next to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. Danny tried to explain, wanting to be understood, but there was a knot in his throat he couldn’t speak past, so he blindly groped for the brochure at his feet and thrust it at his sister instead.

“I can’t read in the dark. Is it alright if I turn on a lamp?”

Danny nodded, and when she left his side to flick on his bedside lamp he took the opportunity to wipe his eyes and take a deep, shuddering breath.

She returned to her spot next to him before she started to read, and Danny’s stomach felt like it was boiling. He stared fixedly at the floor, not wanting to see her face, oh god what if she laughed, it was such a stupid idea.

“I d-don’t know what I’m crying for. I just – I’ve had that for three weeks, well, you know, the assembly – and today I realized the application deadline has passed. It must have passed. And I missed my chance. Only, I wouldn’t have gone, not really. I couldn’t leave Sam and Tucker behind. But.” And he hated that his eyes welled up again. “But it was nice to imagine, that it could have been possible.”

“How do you know that the deadline has passed?”

“Does it matter? I can’t go!”

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“Explain it to me.”

There was the obvious reason, the reason that was always present, like a toothache; and like a toothache, it hurt worse to touch it, so he didn’t, grabbing another, equally valid reason. “Because – because it’s a private school, and I’m not cut out for that. And Sam wouldn’t want me to go, she hates private schools; she proudly got kicked out of the one her parents sent her to.”

“Sam values uniqueness, and individuality,” Jazz countered. “And there’d be no shortage of that.”

“It’s too expensive.”

“They offer scholarships.” She passed the pamphlet back to him. He took it, reflexively. After three weeks, it was looking rather worse for wear, the way Danny kept folding and unfolding it, staring at the photos of smiling kids and ivy-covered buildings.

“I can’t leave Tucker and Sam, I don’t know what I’d do without them.” Of this point he was certain, if nothing else. “And if I go, then everyone’s going to know. It’s an open secret what this school is. You think it’s not going to raise eyebrows if, when a job application asks what high school I graduated from, I write ‘Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters’?”

The brochure crumpled under his clenched fist. Hastily, he smoothed it out, flattening the creases with care.

“And you don’t want to tell Mom and Dad.” Jazz apparently had no problem poking his metaphorical toothache.

“Yeah.” Danny looked at the glossy photos, and yearned. He’d never known he could want something as badly as he wanted to go to this school, where other kids were just as freakish as he was and he wouldn’t have to hide anymore. Where he could be accepted for all he was. He wanted it so badly it hurt, so badly that keeping his feelings hidden led him to be here, sobbing on his bedroom floor in the dark.

When they’d been called in for assembly three weeks ago, Danny had just appreciated the break from classwork. But when the representative from the school started talking about the wonderful opportunities available to students, the top-notch facilities, the quality education they could receive and all the doors it would open… then Danny allowed himself to imagine.

(Of course, after the assembly everyone kept darting glances at Brant Gosling, the only visibly mutant kid in their class. But as usual he didn’t let the attention ruffle his feathers – literally – and graciously repeated to anyone who asked that no, he would not be applying to Xavier’s; he was quite happy where he was at Casper. Danny didn’t think he would have been half as self-confident, in his place).

Jazz had gotten a lot better about not putting words in his mouth, and giving him time to collect his own thoughts. She did so now, sitting quietly and rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“It’s just… you need at least a master’s degree to get into the space program, and Xavier’s students actually have high acceptance rates into colleges.”

“It sounds like it doesn’t count against you on applications, then, to be a graduate. At least not everywhere.”

“Some people would say that’s just to fill diversity quotas.”

“Some people are bigoted assholes.”

Danny laughed outright at hearing Jazz swear, then sobered. “Mom and Dad…” he began tentatively. “We know they’re pro-mutant rights; they’ve said so.”

“That’s right.”

“But they’re anti-ghost.” Danny was once again on more certain ground.

“Danny…” Jazz hesitated. “I don’t want to tell you what you should do. You know I will support you no matter what. But it worries me to find you having a breakdown because you’ve been bottling everything up inside. This isn’t sustainable.”

“I know, I know; you’re right.” He ran a finger down the well-worn creases of the pamphlet. “At this point… It’s not that I don’t want to tell them. I just don’t know how,” he confessed.

Jazz beamed at him. “That’s okay. We can figure something out together.”

#danny phantom #jazz fenton #ectober month 2021 #ectoberhaunt 2021 #ectoberhaunt trick #based a bit on my own experiences when i wanted to apply for a vocational magnet school but didn't know how to bring it up to my parents #man it's been awhile since i've come across a good old-fashioned xmen crossover #most marvel xovers tend to be mcu these days #though given today's prompt maybe that will change ;P

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The Whacky, Unforgettable Comedies of Paramount Pictures By Donald Liebenson

In Road to Utopia (‘45), Bob Hope and Bing Crosby are on the road again. “Case those trees, that snow, that scenery and that sky,” Bing exclaims as he and Bob sled across the Yukon. Noting a familiar-looking mountain, Bob adds, “And get a load of that bread and butter.” “That’s a mountain,” Bing corrects him. “May be a mountain to you, but it’s bread and butter to me,” insists Bob, as a semi-circle of stars materializes to arc the peak and recreate the Paramount Pictures logo.

Paramount was bread and butter to a murderer’s row of actors, entertainers and comedy teams who helped establish the studio as being to comedy what MGM was to musicals, Warner Bros. to gangster pictures and Universal to horror films. On January 26, TCM is offering up a mini-Paramount-palooza with three comedies and stars that defined their eras: I’m No Angel (‘33) starring Mae West; Road to Utopia with Bing Crosby and Bob Hope; and The Nutty Professor (‘63) starring Jerry Lewis in his signature Jekyll and Hyde role portraying the milquetoast, accident-prone Professor Kelp and self-described “world’s greatest everything,” Buddy Love.

Paramount comedies, especially of the 1930s and ‘40s, were the smartest, the silliest and the screwiest (and that’s only the s’s). Comedy was a priority for Paramount in the silent era, and once sound came in, the studio was uniquely positioned to sign the biggest comedy stars of Broadway, vaudeville and radio for shorts and features, according to Dr. Joseph Casper, an Alma and Alfred Hitchcock Professor of American Film at the University of Southern California.

“Paramount owned most of the downtown theaters, including the Balaban and Katz chain, which was the largest circuit of first-run theaters,” he noted. “Those theaters featured movies and vaudeville entertainers. Paramount also had an interest in radio, and with its studio based in Astoria, NY, they could also see who was clicking with audiences on the Broadway stages.”

In addition to West, Hope and Crosby and Lewis, here is only a partial list of the comedy icons in Paramount’s stable: W. C. Fields, the Marx Brothers, George Burns and Gracie Allen, Jack Benny, Eddie Cantor, George Jessel, Jack Oakie and Charlie Ruggles (and his frequent costar Mary Boland).

Mae West came to Paramount with a Broadway pedigree and a 10-day jail sentence as the writer and star of the then-scandalous play, Sex. She was only a supporting character in the George Raft vehicle, Night After Night (‘32), her screen debut, but she made an indelible first impression. As Mae saunters into a night club, the coat-check girl greets her with, “Goodness, what diamonds.” Without breaking her stride, West coos, “Goodness had nothing to do with it, dearie.” She stole everything but the cameras, as George Raft said afterward of his costar. Her first starring role in She Done Him Wrong (‘33) established her persona as a “sexual gangster,” as modern-day burlesque queen Dita Von Teese dubbed her in the recent documentary Dirty Blonde (2020). Its box-office success is credited with saving Paramount from bankruptcy. I’m No Angel, the follow-up, was an even bigger box-office hit.

What makes it Paramount? In pre-Code Hollywood, Paramount did not try to tame or censor the wild, wild West of moviemaking. “When I’m good, I’m very good,” she tells co-star Cary Grant. “When I’m bad, I’m better.” As Tira, a carnival dancer and lion tamer, West is bold and independent. She needs no man to bail her out of trouble. In I’m No Angel, she takes it upon herself to conduct a courtroom cross-examination to unapologetically defend her sullied reputation. No wonder that she, along with the Marx Brothers and W.C. Fields, were rediscovered and embraced by Vietnam War-era college students for whom West, with her subversive attitudes and flouting of authority and convention, was a kindred iconoclastic spirit.

Road to Utopia was the fourth, and arguably funniest, of the seven Road to… films. For the record, I rank them:

Utopia, Morocco (‘42), Bali (‘52), Rio (‘47), Zanzibar (‘41), Singapore (‘40) and Hong Kong (‘62). Yes, I rank Bali over Rio (I look forward to your comments). Utopia was a franchise-best at the box office.

What makes it Paramount? It’s everything you love in a Road film, plus humorist Robert Benchley wryly kibbitzing from the sidelines. The Oscar-nominated script contains some of the series’ best character-defining gags, such as the indelible moment when Hope, trying to pass himself off as a feared killer, saunters up to a bar, orders a lemonade and then quickly course-corrects, “In a dirty glass.”

Road to Utopia is undistilled silliness with meta jokes (“I thought this was going to be an A picture,” Hope scowls when Crosby enters), fourth-wall breaking (“You mean they missed my song?” Crosby exclaims when informed that some in the audience might have come late to the movie theater) and talking animals (“A fish, they let talk,” a grizzly bear complains. “Me, they won’t give one stinking line.”). The closest Road to Utopia gets to pathos is when Hope and Crosby, about to go their separate ways, seemingly let their guards down and profess their undying friendship to each other… while picking each other’s pockets.

Even Jerry Lewis doubters concede him The Nutty Professor. With his former partner, Dean Martin, Lewis enjoyed a six-year Top 10 run at the box office beginning in 1951 until their acrimonious split in 1956. Paramount signed Lewis to an unprecedented contract in 1959 that earned him a reported $10 million, plus 60 percent of the profits and the film rights, to star in 14 films over a seven-year period. Though not embraced by the critics, Lewis was boffo, especially with kids, and he was in the box office Top 10 between 1957 and 1959 and from 1961 to 1963. And with his clout, he was given the freedom to grow as a director.

What makes it Paramount? More experimental and less flat-out funny than his previous slapstick offerings, The Nutty Professor earned Lewis uncharacteristically good reviews. It is generally considered to be his masterpiece, but that may be because people insist on interpreting Lewis’ portrayal of Buddy Love to be a caricature of his former partner. That may make this film more intriguing from a Freudian standpoint, but Lewis insisted throughout his life that he meant no such thing, and I believe him. Could be Frank Sinatra, though. Or even Lewis himself.

If you ever visit Paramount Pictures, opt for the four-hour studio tour. That gets you into the costume and prop archives, where costumes from The Nutty Professor and Road to Utopia are preserved. They are priceless relics of these first-class comedies whose absurd and anarchic spirit is undimmed, notes Randall Throop, manager of the department. You watch these and other Paramount comedies of the period, such as the surreal Million Dollar Legs (‘32) or the Marx Brothers classics, Throop ponders, “and you have to ask yourself: ‘What were they smoking?’”

#paramount pictures #Mae West #Road to Utopia #Bing Crosby #Jerry Lewis #comedy movies #TCM #turner classic movies #Donald Liebenson #Bob Hope

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HASO, “The Harbinger.”

It was nice to finally write this piece, and sorry for not posting for the last two days. With my work schedule, weekends for me sometimes fall in the middle of the week.

Hope you all have a great day!

“This is going to be a disaster.”

Overhead the UN flag snapped in the wind desperately trying to cool their bodies from the beating Sun.

“So you say, but I disagree.” She glanced down at the crew roster in her hands, “The boy really did his research, asked for people specifically, all the way down to the marines. A lot of them crewed the original enterprise. If this were a deck of cards I would say he has a royal flush.”

The other Admiral grunted but didn’t argue with her.

The man had never personally be into space, never even visited mars, so he didn’t pretend to know more than she did, while simultaneously being skeptical. She could deal with that, but at least he respected her enough to have trusted her decision.

Together they stood on the tarmac of the launch field.

The new ship wasn’t there as it had been built completely off-earth at Europa station considering how massive the ship was and how unwieldy the thing would have been in atmosphere. However, someone had taken the time to throw up some projectors, showing the view at Europa station as the last finishing touches were added, and cargo was loaded into her hull.

Across the Tarmac, they watched as Captain Vir stepped from UNSC headquarters and out onto the pavement. If the boy had any more bounce in his step he might as well have been skipping as he made his way up to the lectern and sat just off to the side on a metal folding chair. There were still other speeches to be given, those being the UN president, a few other major officials, and a broadcast by the GA, who were very pleased with their decision despite continuous grumbling by UNSC officers who still thought the boy was going to screw it all up.

The other admiral turned his head to look at her, “just look at him, he’s like a puppy, probably gonna piss all over himself with excitement.”

Admiral Kelly looked over to where he was sitting, on the edge of his folding chair, hands casper before him and one leg bouncing like a jackhammer against the pavement. There WAS something surprisingly doglike about him, “Oh give him a chance. I was just as excited as he was to fly my first mission, the difference was I didn’t show it. You can hardly blame a man for wearing his heart on his sleeve.” “More like smack in the middle of his forehead.”

“Give him a chance.”

He glanced over at her, “You’re fond of him.”

“He makes it easy to be fond of him.”

The UNp resident finished with his speech and stepped down from the lectern.

“Oh here we go, what is it gonna be, a cheesy joke and a Star Wars reference.”

She glanced at him from over her shoulder, “how do you know about star wars?”

He blushed only slightly, “I have a son who is into that old vintage stuff.”

“Mmmmm Hmmm.” She said pointedly before turning back to Captain Vir as he stood from his seat. She watched as he took a deep breath to calm himself, and then walked slowly up to the lectern his back straight, his expression serious

She smiled as she watched her friend’s eyebrow raise in surprise.

“Just over a year ago I sat in a VA hospital wondering if I was ever going to walk again, Eight months ago, I wondered if I was going to survive, six months ago I wondered if I would ever fully recover, and one week ago I wondered what kind of drugs the brass was smoking to offer me this job.” He smiled slightly as the crowd laughed, “All joking aside, I am privileged and honored to have been chosen. I know there has been a lot of controversy behind my appointment to this position, and Ithink Admiral kelly especially for her faith in me. I am not going to delude myself into thinking I can make any promises about whether or not I will succeed, but I can promise that I will do my best, which is as much as any man can promise considering such uncertain circumstances.”

He glanced down at his papers as the wind tugged at his cap, “As we speak the last cargo is being loaded onto my ship in preparation for our first deployment into the stars. I have thought long and hard in preparation, and for a proper name for the ship that will help usher in a new age of cooperation and companionship between us and extraterrestrial life. Sleepless nights, hours with the Oxford dictionary, and plenty of inappropriate suggestions from family members…” He paused there to allow a light chuckle from the crowd, “Hours and hours of thought and planning,...” he paused smiling ruefully, “I actually found the perfect word while out with my dad searching for new tractor parts. You know how these companies are, they have to make their tractor parts sound really manly or they’re worried we won’t buy them.” There was another slight chuckle from the crowd, “Anyway, the word I found means ‘ something that comes before and that shows what will follow in the future, a herald, a precursor or a forerunner. The word I chose and the name that my ship will take is Harbinger, a herald of things to come, the forerunner of humanity’s expansion into the stars and our alliance with alien races. She will be a harbinger, but a harbinger of good things to come. The crew of the harbinger will uphold all the values and oaths of the UNSC, protect, when others cannot, sacrifice when others will not, and fight when others actively rise against those that we protect.”

He went quiet as the un flag snapped behind him in the breeze.

“I give my soul to this endeavor with every fiber of my being, and I ask for my crew to do the same.”

***

Europa station 1200 hours EST

UNSC identification badges must be worn at all times.

“Now remember, she’s got six main engines, the back one is the most powerful but make sure to use your left and right for maneuvering to keep power. Never fire the warp core andt the engines at the same time unless you want to end up a thousand light years away and by all that is holy try very hard not to initiate that shatter sequence if you can help it.” Europa station director, and lead commander on the build team led him across the open deck and towards the open cargo ramp.

Adam’s eyes were wide, stuck open with awe as they approached the ship. He had seen her only once in her full glory, having asked the shuttle to take a quick tour around the Europa station so he could get a good look at her where she was docked

By all rights she was as aesthetically pleasing as a cinder block, but he thought she was beautiful all the same.

The man pulled him to a halt waving over another figure who had, up till that point, been busy shouting orders to a group of grey jumpsuits people who scrambled to do her bidding.

She stopped yelling at them long enough to turn and walk over.

“Captain, I would like to introduce you to your Chief Engineering officer Narobi. She knows everything there is to know about this ship. If she so much as suspects something might go wrong, you listen to her, no dumbass macho man act, and no blowing her off because she's probably more important than you will be when it comes to keeping this beauty in the air.”

She was tall just an inch or two shorter than him with dark skin and hard brown eyes. She wore one of those grey jumpsuits of the other engineers, but had wrapped a bright orange and red scarf around her head, tied up in a decorative knot. She was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen though the look on her face made it very clear that she wasn’t the type to hold such things at a high priority. Looking into her cold hard eyes he had no doubt that she was ready and willing to brain him with a pipe if he ever deserved it.

Adam held out a hand to her, “A pleasure to meet you-”

She took his hand, her grip as a calloused vice against his. He hadn’t expected that and grimaced as her fingers crushed his, she leaned in very close, “You see that ship right there, captain.”

He squeaked out a response, suddenly afraid for the safety of his bones.

“That right there, that ship, is mine. You may pilot my ship, and I will even allow you to talk about her like she’s yours, but at the end of the day she is mine. I take care of her, I fix her when she is sick and I keep her in the air. You treat MY ship well and we won’t have any problems.”

She squeezed again just a little harder before letting go, and he took back his hand waving it slightly to disperse the apin, “Got it, she is your baby.” He grinned at her, “Strong grip you have there, though I’d like to keep my hands for flying next time if that’s cool.”

His smile seemed to throw her off guard and she frowned slightly, “I…. I’m sorry I was sort of expecting….”

“Some raging asshole on a power trip….?”

“Something like that.”

“It’s ok, I get it.” he flexed his fingers and waved at her as he was carted off. She stared after him eyes narrowed slightly and a look of confusion on her face .

That boy is either a real idiot or a scapegoat for the UNSC who thinks he’s going to fail

Adam stepped onto the ramp before him and headed up into the interior of the ship wide eyed like a child and bouncing with excitement. When he reached the top of the ramp he looked around watching as men and women hurried to stow cargo and do last minute checkers to see if everything was strapped down.

Turning he found a group of marines standing in one corner receiving orders on how to help. One of the marines turned, and they locked eyes.

The marine’s face was split with a matching grin, and he broke formation to race across the floor. Adam did the same, and by the end they had the entire cargo hold’s attention as they met in an embrace each of them trying to squeeze the life out of the other. Eventually Adam used his superior height to pick up the other marine and spin him around once before setting him down.

“I knew you loved me but I didn’t know it was that much.:”

Adam grinned, “ramirez you son of a bitch. I missed you.”

“I can hardly blame you.” He winked a grin splitting his handsome face, “Last time I saw you, you were on a shuttle to Anin.” His smile died slightly, “I heard about what happened, I’m sorry to hear….” He glanced down at Adam’s leg before a smile lit up his face again, “On the brightside, you’re a cyborg now, can I see?”

Adam was surprised, not entirely used to people being so bold about wanting to see the prosthetic but, well it made him feel better, and he liked the idea of being a cyborg, so he pulled up his pant leg to give the marine a good look.

“Damn! How far does that go?”

“Buy me dinner and find out.”

The marine looked up, grinned and laughed, “Wow look at you. Not even blushing either you raging prude.”

“I only blush when I’m attracted to people.”

“Ouch, rude.”

Adam grinned and patted Ramirez on the shoulder, “I am glad you took my offer.”

“Glad to receive it. They’ve had me sitting on my ass over at fort Georga for the past year, and man being a marine is a lot less fun when you aren’t out being abducted by aliens.”

“That I can understand. Anyway, I gotta get up to the bridge, but I’ll catch up with you later, alright.”

“Later then.” The marine jogged off and he turned back to see some of the officers staring at him. He just shrugged, smiled and allowed them to lead him up and onto the bridge. The moment he stepped in was like, like nothing he could have ever dreamed. The station was facing towards jupiter, and glowing light from her swirling surface filtered in on the command center seats, and the captain’s chair was placed high above it.

It took every fiber of his being not to jump up and down squealing like a child. Even so he couldnt stop the stupid little dance that led him over to the chair. He could still sense the others staring at him, but he didn’t much care, sliding into the seat and feeling a warm rush of pure joy shooting through him like fire.

He leaned back in his seat.

Then he reached into the little pocket at the front fo his uniform and pulled out the small notebook there.

“Preflight!”

The officers hurried to their stations, and watching them rush at his words sent another thrill through him.

Engines

Warp core

Crew

Cargo

He rubbed his hands as they were almost done, “And one last and most important part of the preflight.”

They all turned to look at him, as he scrolled through his downloaded playlist, “You can’t just launch a ship without some epic tunes. My life didn’t come with a preset soundtrack so I guess I have to make my own.” They stared at him, but he just grinned and turned on his pre picked music selection. It had been difficult to chose, but he had finally made a decision.

The crew shifted almost nervously as they looked back and forth between each other unsure if they wanted to be a crew under this lunatic.

Adam engaged the microphone for the rest of the ship, “Alright Ladies, gentlemen and…. marines , welcome to the Harbinger, please keep your hands and feet inside the car for the duration of the trip, don’t throw marshmallows at neutron stars and no playing golf out the airlock. Next destination, Andromeda.” He let go of the announcement button and sat back in his seat.

“Harbinger ready for launch in Ten…” He engaged the countdown, and the crew rushed to their positions. He felt the rumbling of the engines as they engaged below him, and took control of the manual drive as the ankers were disengaged from his ship. There was a sharp thud as they disengaged from the airlock.

He slowly adjusted their rotating engines.

The ships engines fired, and he took control of the ship, gently maneuvering her away from Europa with all the skill and finesse of an eagle riding an updraft.

He pressed the button to call down to the engine room.

“Captain Vir calling for report.”

Nairobi’s voice came over the intercom, “She’s practically singing, Captain.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

He let the com drop, “Engage warp core.”

Europa station was already receding into the backdrop against the massive glowing orb of jupiter.”

“How far?”

“Safe warp distance approaching in in ten…”

He flipped up the switch on his chair, and waited for the count.

Their navigator turned to look at him and gave a thumbs up. At that moment he shut off the engines, and flipped the switch for warp following the targeting directory and input.

The entire crew braced themselves for warp, many of them remembering what it had felt like the first time.

Luckily for them it was a long warp, so it wouldn’t be so instantaneous.

Adam’s eyes went wide as he watched the stars bend around them. His teeth flashed white.

He had a good feeling about this.

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Danny’s Terrible, Haunting Visage, Mouth Unmoving

Hi, Danny Phantom phandom. I Made This For You. I stayed up until five a.m. writing it so I hope you’re happy.

Happy Dannypocalypse :) @horrendoushag

Word count: 2190

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There was a Face glowing in the darkness. It was glowing because it was on a computer screen, but that didn’t make it any less terrible and haunting.

Sam Manson grinned maniacally as she stared into the Face’s blank eyes, then looked away because they were a bit too blank. That didn’t mean she was backing out on her plan, though. She was no coward.

The printer loudly chugged out sheet upon sheet of paper, but the size of Sam’s house meant her parents would never hear. They would never know how much work she put into this, how many bribes she had to make, the blood she had to spill—and that was fine, because she didn’t want them to.

In the dark of night and the light of the wicked Face on the computer monitor, Sam snapped her scissors and set to work.

Morning dawned bright and early. Too bright and too early, in the opinions of some.

This “some” included one Danny Fenton, who had spent more than half the night dead and fighting other dead people who didn’t appreciate his puns. He got to bed at four a.m. and was running on two hours of sleep at most, so you could pardon him if he didn’t at first notice something amiss when he got to school.

Another reason he didn’t notice anything amiss was that his head was stuck in his locker to avoid the too-bright fluorescent lights some maniac had installed in the ceiling, and he had his eyes closed.

“Hey,” a voice said on the other side of his locker door.

Danny grunted. The voice was familiar, but he was too tired to figure out who it was right now.

“You okay, Danny?” the voice asked. It was too loud in the same way the lights were too bright, and the same could be said for the rest of the hallway. That’s another reason Danny had his head in his locker; things were quieter there.

Danny grunted again.

“Yeah, I know, you were up all night fighting ghosts. But you need to get up, man, first period is starting soon.”

Danny almost considered climbing into his locker and going to sleep then and there, but then he remembered that Mr. Lancer was the teacher in first period, so instead he groaned and pulled his head out.

He turned and was greeted by a hallucination.

At least, that’s what he assumed it was. A combination of the lack of sleep, the brightness of the light, and a hard knock on the head he got from Skulker last night.

Because everyone in the hallway was wearing his face.

Beyond his locker door, where the voice he now recognized as Tucker’s had been coming from, his own blank eyes stared back at him—or rather, at his soul. Danny blinked a few times in the hopes that the face would resolve itself into Tucker’s, but no—it stayed the same. Tucker’s body, Tucker’s beret, wearing Danny’s own terrible, haunting visage.

“Finally!” Danny’s terrible, haunting visage said, mouth unmoving, using Tucker’s voice. “Come on, we need to get to Mr. Lancer’s class!” One of the figure’s hands, Tucker’s hand, reached out and grabbed Danny’s arm. Tucker’s body started dragging Danny in the direction of the classroom.

“Wait—wait,” Danny said, clumsily forcing them to a stop. “What’s going on? What—why is everyone wearing my face?”

Tucker—it was Tucker, right?—turned to Danny and cocked his head. “Your face? What do you mean?”

Danny stared at him, face a blank reflection of the other’s, as his half-dead and half-asleep brain tried to come up with an adequate way of articulating what was going on. He looked to the side, saw several of the same face conversing with one another, and looked back. “Just… this?”

“This?” Tucker repeated. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Danny, but we need to get to class. Come on, we’re meeting Sam there.”

This time, Danny allowed himself to be dragged to Mr. Lancer’s classroom. All around him, everyone had the same Face. His Face. They were acting perfectly normal otherwise—he even saw Dash yeeting a football at Kwan, though it took him a few moments to recognize them. The only one who seemed to realize there was anything strange about this was Danny.

They reached the classroom and took their seats inside. Danny looked hopefully to where Sam was sitting, but she, too, was wearing The Face.

“Hey Danny,” she said, and was it just the hallucination or did she sound incredibly pleased with herself? “Sleep well?”

“No,” Danny said. “Do you have any idea what’s going on around here?”

“What?” Okay, no, yeah, she sounded really smug. “What are you talking about?

“The Face.” Danny made sure the capital letters were audible. “Why is everyone wearing my face?”

“Um, that’s what everyone looks like, Danny.” The expressionless eyes where Sam’s should have been gave an impression of being rolled, despite not moving at all. “Remember? After that whole thing with the Reality Gauntlet, everyone got stuck like this. And since you kind of destroyed the Reality Gauntlet, well…” She shrugged. “No going back.”

And no, yeah, Danny was pretty sure he would remember if that happened. This was just… a prank. A really wild prank, because he couldn’t imagine why the A-listers would also be in on it, or in fact everyone he’d seen at school today. But it had to be a prank, nonetheless. He wouldn’t believe otherwise unless he saw Lancer with The Face.

And speak of the maybe literal devil, Mr. Lancer chose that exact moment to walk into the room.

“All right, everyone,” said Danny’s terrible, haunting visage, mouth unmoving, using Lancer’s voice. Which sounded exceptionally annoyed today. “Get out your books. And congratulations, Mr. Fenton”—it was said with such venom that Danny would be cringing if he weren’t in shock—“for being on time for once.”

Danny thought he heard a giggle somewhere, but he was too busy staring at Lancer’s—his Face on Lancer’s body.

Vlad, then. He wouldn’t believe this wasn’t a prank unless he saw Vlad wearing The Face.

Principal Ishiyama had called an assembly.

Danny dragged his feet among a crowd of other Danny-Faced people, careful to avoid looking anyone in his eye. They all chattered away curiously, mouths unmoving, wondering why their classes in third period had been cancelled. Many were rejoicing the new absence of math or English or whatever from their schedule today, but Danny couldn’t bring himself to care. In fact, he had a bad feeling about this assembly.

As soon as everyone had taken their seats, Principal Ishiyama, whose normal face had also somehow been replaced by The Face, spoke into her microphone.

“Hello, students!” said Danny’s terrible, haunting visage, mouth unmoving, using Principal Ishiyama’s voice. “Today we have a special guest, who’s volunteered to talk to you all about—”

There was a physically painful moment of interference in the speakers; everyone plugged their ears. Principal Ishiyama didn’t seem to notice, for some reason.

“—so let me introduce our city’s mayor, Vlad Masters!”

Everyone clapped politely, except Danny, but including Sam and Tucker, bizarrely enough. Danny could only stare in abject horror as Vlad Masters, wearing Danny’s terrible, haunting visage, walked calmly onto the stage.

“Yes, yes,” said Danny’s terrible, haunting visage, mouth unmoving, using Vlad’s annoying voice. “Thank you, Principal Ishiyama. And hello, Casper High students! It is such an honor to be here today, teaching you all about—”

The speakers had another physically painful moment of interference that caused everyone to plug their ears, but neither Vlad nor once again Principal Ishiyama seemed to notice.

“—such promising young men and women as yourselves. In light of recent political challenges, I have truly realized the importance of educating our country’s youth in order to build a better future—”

Danny had seen and heard enough. Mostly seen. With a look to his friends on either side of him, he quietly slipped to the ground, waved goodbye, and phased through the floorboards.

He emerged on the other side as the dead version of himself. No one was around to see, since this was the basement, but better safe than sorry.

He floated around for a few minutes, glanced at a few warped versions of his reflection he managed to find in various metal things, then pulled out his phone in an attempt to distract himself.

Then he remembered that Skulker broke his phone last night. He remembered because the screen was now a bunch of shattered glass, and if you looked closely the entire phone had been snapped in half.

So instead he stared listlessly at the ceiling; imagined the new phone he would get; imagined punching Skulker in the face (did it look like his now, underneath the suit?) for breaking his phone; imagined all the new comebacks he could make while punching Skulker in the face for breaking his phone; thought about the hundreds of students and teachers above him who were walking around with his Face.

It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t.

Right?

After what he deemed to be a safe amount of time, Danny reemerged from the basement as a real live boy. He joined the stream of students heading for the cafeteria, since it was lunchtime now, and once there looked around for his friends.

Which is when he noticed people peeling their Faces off.

He jumped a few feet in the air—literally; he hoped no one saw—blinked, shook his head, looked again.

One by one, people’s faces were emerging. Like a skin of paper, the Face came away from their heads and was discarded in the nearest trash bin, or crumpled up and stuffed in pockets, or left to languish on the floor by a foolish few. The faces underneath The Face had expressions—real expressions, he hadn’t realized how much he missed seeing them. A lot of them looked relieved, or they were laughing, or annoyed. Real faces.

Thinking about this made him want to see Sam and Tucker’s faces, so he looked around for them again and saw them, sitting at a table together, grinning. He himself was too confused to grin, so instead he made his way over to the table without doing that.

“Hey,” he said, and they pointed their grins at him. What wonderful grins they were. “What’s going on? It… was a prank, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” said Tucker, grin becoming pointier. “It’s the Dannypocalypse.”

“The what.” Danny’s voice was as flat as the expression on The Face, mainly because he just didn’t have the energy for this right now. He took a seat next to Tucker and reached over to steal one of Sam’s fries.

“The Dannypocalypse,” Sam repeated, grin also becoming pointier. “In honor of Danny Phantom, we all wore paper masks of his face. Something weird happened with the printer, so his eyes came out blue instead of green.”

“Oh.” Danny looked into Sam’s maniacal face and felt his alive half become slightly more dead. “You… this was you, wasn’t it.”

Sam’s grin reached full pointiness.

Danny stayed silent for a few seconds, before an almost hysterical giggle wormed its way out of his mouth. “You know April Fools was two days ago, right?”

“I underestimated how much time it would take to make the masks. That’s fine, though, no one expects pranks in the days after April Fools. That just made it better.”

Danny had so many questions. Too many questions. But the most pressing, of course—“How did you get everyone in on this? I know lots of people would be willing to wear Danny Phantom’s face, but Lancer?”

Sam shrugged. “Money.”

“And what about Vlad? He doesn’t need bribes.” Danny tried to steal another of Sam’s fries, but she slapped his hand away.

“Get your own. And I won’t go into details on this one, but let’s just say blood was spilled. And it wasn’t mine.”

“…Right.” Danny considered going in for another fry, but maybe it wasn’t worth it. “And you didn’t worry that, uh…” He checked around to make sure no one was listening and lowered his voice. “You didn’t worry that someone might notice I have the same face as Phantom?”

Sam shrugged again. “Oh, come on, Danny. Everyone knows Wes Weston is Danny Phantom.”

Danny stared at her, completely blank for a few seconds, before he gave in and burst out laughing. “This… okay. This is hilarious.”

“You bet it is.” Sam slapped a hand on the table, and with it, a paper mask displaying Danny’s terrible, haunting visage. “I’m going to hang this on my wall. What do you think? Should it have a fancy golden frame?”

“Absolutely.”

As more faces peeled off around them, Danny and his friends laughed. Somewhere, Vlad was planning his revenge; somewhere, Wes Weston was tearing his hair out and probably also planning revenge; but for now, all was well in the world.

(“By the way, how could anyone see? I didn’t see eyeholes on the masks?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions, Danny.”)

#dannypocalypse #dannypocalypse 2021 #danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #tucker got less lines in this than I would like :(#but oh well #please accept my humble offering to this event #even if you can only see The Face in your imagination #post of fandom

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Chapter 3 of "I'M GOIN'..." is done! Here's the AO3 link. Or read it below. (...Or don't read it at all. I'm not your mother. Do what you want....but don't forget to brush your teeth. And get a decent amount of sleep. And brush your hair. And-)

I'M GOIN'... Chapter 3: "Friendship"

Danny went home after a couple long days in the hospital. He was glad to be home. The very first thing he did was run to his bedroom, jump onto his bed, and look up at the stars on his ceiling. He heaved a heavy sigh, naming the stars, looking for his favorite constellations. Maybe things would be back to normal soon.

He was just beginning to believe that things were still normal, that things were safe, when suddenly his arm fell through his bed. A yelp escaped him as he pulled his arm back out of the mattress. "Danny? Are you okay?" Jazz poked her head into his room, her eyebrows knit in concern. "Is something wrong?"

"Everything's fine Jazz." Danny scowled lightly and crossed his arms over his chest. He really hoped that she didn't see anything. "I just want some time alone if you don't mind."

"O–okay." Jazz's eyebrows somehow managed to knit together even tighter. "I'll leave you alone for a bit then." She looked a little hurt, and plenty worried. But Danny didn't really care. He was too caught up in his own panic, because as Jazz left the room, his legs both seemed to vanish.

He stopped himself from screaming, and tried to make his lower-half visible again. The issue was, that Danny didn't know how to control what was happening to him.

Danny was panicking. He changed. He was different. He wasn't himself anymore. There was a flash of white light, and then he was different. He could feel it. See it. And sense it all at once. And he didn't know how to change back.

He was practically touching the ceiling and curling in on himself because he was freaking out.

Then his bedroom door opened. And shut. So quickly he almost didn't notice. There in front of him stood Sam and Tucker, looking concerned.

Danny suddenly turned back to normal, and fell hard on his bed. His panic didn't die down though. "Guys! I….it...just"

"Danny, calm down. It's okay. We're here to help." Tucker sat on Danny's bed, and put a hand on his knee. "Best friends don't leave best friends to deal with sudden mutations on their own." Danny looked over at Sam who nodded her agreement.

"We're not going anywhere."

"W-what am I?" Danny's choice cracked. "I'm not–not completely human anymore. I can–I can tell. I can feel it when I change. So what am I?" Sam and Tucker shared a concerned look.

"We'll have to figure that out together." Tucker scooted closer to Danny, and elbowed him lightly. "I'm sure your parents have something that can tell us what's going on."

"Y-yeah. You're right." Danny nodded.

Tucker handed him a small acrylic pin. It looked like a classic alien head, and the bottom said 'out of this world.'

"I thought you were gonna stop with the pins for a while Tuck?"

"After everything that happened, I think this is a justified purchase." Tucker said with a shrug. "Plus Sam brought you a couple things too." Sam stuck her tongue out at Tucker before tossing a plastic shopping bag at Danny.

"Here. For your collection." Danny looked inside and saw four 'Ghostie Energy' cans in bright colors.

"Thanks. You guys rock." Danny smiled softly at his two best friends, and gave Tucker a half-hug. "Let me put these away, then we can raid the fridge downstairs."

Getting downstairs proved to be a slight challenge, when Danny's left leg suddenly fell through the second step. He almost fell all the way down, luckily Sam and Tucker had fast enough reflexes to catch him before any real damage was done.

Danny's parents were both in the kitchen working on some new project. It looked like a handheld computer of some kind. "Hey Dad, we're gonna get some snacks from the fridge and play some video games in the living room, okay?"

"Alright Danno. Just try not to make a mess okay?" Dad looked up from the blueprints he was studying.

"Sure thing Dad." Danny flashed a smile at his Dad as he opened the fridge up.

"Danny, could you Thank your friend for calling an ambulance for you after your accident, for me?" Mom had her goggles pulled down but Danny could still tell she was looking directly at him.

"Okay. Guys my mom says thanks." Danny said distractedly as he grabbed more snack foods from the cabinets.

"No, your other friend. The athletic one." Dad chimed in while writing a note.

"Athletic one?..." Danny almost dropped his armload of snacks when he realized who his parents were talking about. Then it hit him, he realized the one thing he had been trying not to think about. Kwan. Saw everything. Kwan saw what happened to him! "You mean Kwan?" Danny managed to choke out. "He's not really a friend. He was probably here looking for Jazz."

"Still. Make sure to thank him for us." Mom smiled sadly. "I don't know what we would have done if he hadn't called for an ambulance." She shuddered, and Danny nodded.

"Yeah okay." Danny nudged Tucker on the arm and handed him some of the snacks. "We'll be in the living room. We might head back upstairs in a little while though."

"Alright. You kids have fun!" Dad said, with a slightly distracted wave.

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Meanwhile, Kwan tried not to think about everything that had happened at the Fenton's. Over the past few days he had been mainly attempting to pretend that it hadn't happened, and that he has been in no way involved. Although that didn't really happen, because The A-List inadvertently "adopted" Jazz into their group...at least tentatively.

Kwan looked up as Dash entered through his front door, dragging along a slightly confused looking Jazz. "Hey, Kwan." Dash tossed a football softly at him. "You wanna hang? The other girls already packed an entire picnic." Kwan couldn't help but grin at that.

"That sounds great actually. But, when did Star have the time to pack a picnic?" Kwan and Dash both knew that Paulina wouldn't pack anything herself unless she was forced to, and Val was absolute trash in the kitchen. Dash shrugged.

"No clue. 'Lina just called me about half an hour ago, and asked if we could all hang and have a picnic, I said sure, got Jazz, and now I'm grabbing you." Dash grinned as they started making their way toward their usual picnic spot in the park. (Luckily Kwan lived close by.)

As they reached the picnic spot the rest of the girls were all doing their own things. Star was weaving together flower crowns, Paulina was reading a fashion magazine, and Valerie was laying on her back on the picnic blanket, watching the clouds.

"Hey! Did we miss anything exciting?" Kwan skipped a little bit as they got closer.

"Nah. Star made PB&Js for everyone except 'Lina." Val said, sitting up to make room on the picnic blanket.

"No worries though! I made her a very nice sunflower butter and honey sandwich." Star dropped the flower crown she was working on and leaned over to hug Paulina.

"You guys do this kinda thing often then?" Jazz asked as she sat down.

"Not all the time, but whenever we get the chance." Kwan told her, he sat next to her and smiled. "How's your brother doing?" He didn't want to think about all the things that happened, but he did want to make sure that the Fentons were all doing alright.

"He's doing better, thanks for asking. He's back to kicking me out of his room, only talking to his friends. So that's a big plus." Jazz gave a half-hearted shrug.

"I'm so glad things are getting better!" Star beamed. "If you need anyone to talk to, you're welcome to talk with us." As if to prove her point, Star placed the crown she'd been working on, on top of Jazz's head.

Kwan looked over at Dash and Paulina, he knew those two worked hard to make sure the A-List was only the most popular kids in Casper High. Dash looked uneasy, and Paulina looked like she was working out who could possibly be bumped out of the group. While Jazz and Star kept talking about the picnic, Kwan pulled Dash and Paulina aside to discuss it.

"Guys. I think it's fine. We don't have to be an exclusive group. Plus, we all know that Jazz is cool. No one would question her hanging with us." Kwan kept his voice low.

"It's not her that we're concerned about." Dash admitted softly. "Her parents really take her down the social ladder." The football star sighed. "I just don't know if she's got enough to stand on her own in the social climate."

"Plus she's just a tad nerdy." Paulina wrinkled her nose. "We don't want nerds. That takes us from the A-List, to like… the F-List."

"Guys. She isn't that nerdy. Plus we've all needed her help with homework plenty of times." Kwan defended. "She's good at moving between social groups anyway. So we don't have to make her an official A-Lister. We just need to be open to talking with her in public." Dash and Paulina still looked unconvinced. "We have been hanging with her for the past few days already. We brought her along on a picnic for goodness sakes! Get a grip! We're the only ones who care about social standing!" It took everything in him not to yell. Kwan had to stop and take a deep breath, otherwise he might have snapped.

"Kwan. We can let her join peripherally. Anything more than that and...you know how it is." Dash held his hands up in surrender sign of mock surrender.

"Dash. You're my best friend. I would jump off a bridge for you." Kwan narrowed his eyes. "But if you're lying to me. If you don't put your best effort into making this work out. I'll step down and let her take my spot on the A-List." Kwan didn't know where this was coming from, but he did recognize that Jazz needed friends. Especially right now.

"I'll do my best. Let's get back to the picnic and have some fun." Dash lightly punched Kwan on the arm, and Kwan relaxed. He knew Dash would keep his word, he may have overreacted a bit.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 3 years

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Chapter 11: The New Deal

Letitia was murdered in cold blood and little ol' me was bitter about stolen lotion. How cold.

I wondered why no one on campus that I know had told me about what happened. I called Natalie but she too was shocked by the terrible news.

"You and I have to look out for one another," was what she said as I completed my nightly routine.

"Sounds great and all, but that's what I thought we'd been doing."

We were supposed to be watching each other's backs since we're all women of the sun, golden godesses and highly sought after in the most sordid of ways. Unfortunately.

"Girl, if a wayward negro or redneck casper freak wants to shoot my ethereal ass, what exactly are you going to do about it," I ask wanting a genuine answer. What could she possibly do? Meaning well doesn't keep you alive when your enemies are determined.

I'm Gemini, angel of lust. I have an army of enemies.

Once off the phone with Natalie, I call my loyal steed, Keon, to make good on his offer of purchased security. I need that extra lock installed and whatever else he'll foot the bill for including pepper spray and a switchblade. The sooner the better.

I sigh tiredly as I fall across my bed, thinking at least I've got this beautiful clean new comforter set without the juices of myself and other people splashed all over it. It's bad for my skin to lay on filth.

"Not again," I sigh as the phone rings from my bed and after letting it ring twice, I check to see who's calling. It's the Professor, poor lil Tink. I think I'm proving to be a little too much for him.

"It's near midnight Stevens. My office hours are 9 to 9."

"You a slippery little thing, it's tough to get hold of you."

"I'm a busy woman," I shrug.

"I'm a busy man, yet somehow I still find time.. Come in to my office now, we have things to discuss."

I check the time on my phone. It's 11:47. Our deal ends tomorrow.

"There's nothing productive to discuss at midnight, Professor.. and I take your exam tomorrow."

"Academia never rests, Ms. Miller. I expect you to arrive within 20 minutes. I'm being gracious considering this call is for your sake."

"How? What did you want to discuss? We could do this over the phone. Professor? ...Hello?"

He hung up.

Oh he's such a bitch for this.

Rolling out of bed, I remove my rollers, fix my hair, and redress into pink sweatpants and a white halter top. Obviously I love pink.

This time, I'm ready. I pack a little purse with antiseptic throat spray, two condoms just in case, and a cloth.

I wear my white converse and a thick coat of gloss. It takes me the 20 minutes to get there to his office suite in the science building. Of course the offices are otherwise deserted because it's after midnight. His yellow artificial light is the only light streaming into the hall of offices.

I step into the doorway and there he is typing on the computer, gold-rimmed glasses sitting on the edge of his nose. He's sharp in his tailored grey plaid combo with his burgundy button down and silver watch. I can see the definition in his arms. As for his right hand where he wears his ring, I can picture it around my neck. I clear my throat and he looks up.

"Have a seat," he points me to the chair before his desk. I sit and sling my purse on the floor next to me like before.

"I recall I sat in this very chair when I gave you some of the most heavenly head you've likely ever had." His dick is beautiful. The flashbacks make my mouth water. "I wanna suck your dick again," I smile watching as his eyes remain on his computer screen as if he doesn't hear me. It only makes me want him more. "You know I can make you see stars."

He turns the computer screen to me so suddenly that I'm taken aback. "Your grades are in jeopardy. Look at your projected GPA."

"You aren't supposed to have access to my grades in other classes," I stir watching the screen. I wonder his relationship with the other professors. "Besides you said it was handled. You know.. when I gave you the super-glyuck 5000?"

Again he removes his glasses, folds them, lays them on the desk as is his habit, and reclines in his seat, hands folded.

"About that. There were certain criteria in place that you failed to meet, Ms. Miller. You knew the rules."

"Wow. Okay, I'm having difficulty taking you seriously after seeing you in such a drastically different light.. Suddenly I'm Ms. Miller again? I thought that was only for show. Professor.. and Criteria?"

"Yes, Ms. Miller," his eyes shine. It's on purpose. He goes inside of his drawer to produce a manilla folder which he hands to me as though he's serving a court document. When I open it I stare at it.

"List of infractions," I read aloud as I scan the numbered list of sins I've committed against this man along with a count of times I have committed them. Ignoring his call, failing to appear when summoned, hanging up on him, arriving to class tardy, arriving fully clothed, and a variety of other things he has never once mentioned. "Seriously?"

"The deal was.. you'd answer my calls, appear when requested, come to class on time and prepared, come to class the way I request."

"Half naked.."

"The way I request," he reiterates. I can't help but laugh. This looks like a contract of sorts which reminds me of my dream. "In return for obliging said requests until your exam date, you were set to receive a high A in each of your courses. You failed to meet that criteria and now.." he gestures to the screen, "The deal is off."

"What? You can't do that! Why didn't you say something? I thought you were--"

"I know what you thought.. I warned you there would be consequences. It could've been so simple for you," his head shakes as if it's a shame. I'm sitting bolt straight.

"No!" I lean forward with my hands on his desk. His brow raises. It really was the perfect deal. I've dreamed of scenarios like this. I really did want to play along, especially with him. "I was waiting on a punishment from you all this time but not like this, I wanted--"

"A funishment?" The humor in his voice is faint but I don't miss it, he's enjoying my misfortune. "What you wanted is irrelevant. I said you'd recieve a punishment if you failed to comply.. You failed to comply."

"Do over," I blink in an attempt to compel him. "I don't care what it takes, you're going to get me those grades."

He doesn't look convinced, but I'm serious. "Do over," I urge. "It was a misunderstanding."

"Was it now," he toys. Actually I thought he was a pushover.

"Yes. Do over." He can see in my eyes, I'm serious and he deliberates.

"Hm," he pouts, luscious lips in a pensive pucker. I recall he only let me kiss him for the briefest of moments. As I watch him assessing me, his eyes on mine, I strive to do it again but for much longer. "Okay Ms. Miller. Have it your way.. But new deal.."

"Yes?" I'm on the edge of my seat ready to suck dick now. In fact, I'm going to.. either way. I'm still staring at his lips when he rests his tongue behind his perfect top teeth.

"I'll tell you in the car," he says. "I wanna show you something."

xoxo.

"Is this where you live? I don't know what I expected." Hell maybe?

"Follow me." He leaves the car and opens his gate to the backyard exposing a stone sidewalk leading up to a large shed. It's more like a smaller house behind his house being that it's well kept, attractive, and he has a key for it. My jaw drops when I look inside. He flips the lights and the room fires to life, glowing fluorescent red. I know exactly what this is..

There's a thin red rug in the middle of the floor, easy to wash. A black leather love seat. An adult swing. A twin bed with black satin sheets. A tall black dresser. A wall of tools from whips, crops, and floggers to paddles and canes. Even violet wands. I see the pulleys. The fixtures. Instantly I know he's a rigger which is perfect since I'm a rope bunny.

He loosens his tie and I grip it by the knot, sliding it up the fabric and pulling it tight against his thick neck watching the surprised look in his eyes darken to the lust filled expression I've grown to crave. His hand tangles in my hair with light tension, pulling my head back. Perfect tension.

"New contract," he says as I bite my lip, nectar stirring within my core, excitement fluttering like hungry butterflies. I needed this more I previously thought.

"Yes?" My voice is small. My eyes are hopeful.. breathing shallow. I feel needy! I need his hands all over my body, bringing me to ecstacy. I crave it. When his free hand softly strokes my cheek, I lean into it.

"You'll be my sex slave. My pretty lil slut... For the next semester."

My face drops.

"Semester," he repeats tightening his grip on my hair. The butterflies float to my nipples.

When I think about it, I will have him next semester as well as my internship. I'm excited to work CSI. A sex slave, however, is a full time job that could be time consuming. I have subs to tend to, a stage at Mickey's to dominate, and content to make. Between that, I still need to study, keep up my attendance and find the time to enjoy my collegiate experience.

"Of course you can refuse." He releases me and stands back watching the internal debate play out on my face.

"Wait," I pause him. There's something undeniable about the practiced nature of his hands. Those thick, stubby fingers know how to please, I can tell by the way he touches me. I know the difference between a man who touches for his own pleasure versus a man who seeks out mine. I miss that touch. "My grades are guaranteed?"

He nods leaning with his back on the wall and it's obvious he's giving me the space to decide. I look around the well organized room briefly appreciating the variety and aesthetic nature. I thought I had a lot of toys to play with.

"For the upcoming semester as well," he verbally confirms. His arms fold over his chest as he sighs and I picture his strong forearm locked around my chest, holding me in place as he does whatever he wants. "Consider your service your payment, Ms. Gemini."

I'm so wet.

It hits different when he says my stage name. Taboo and I love it. "It's a deal."

"Is it really," he says dully.

I blink up at him and bite my lip, bending my knee inward like a shy schoolgirl. "Your wish is my command, Professor."

This wakes him up and he emerges from his wall placement, reclaiming his position to tower over me as I look up to meet his eye. His jaw tenses then he scoffs, looking away. "You ain't ready."

"I am!" Hands on my hips, I bat my little lashes to prove it.

"Set up my phone on that tripod and press record then," he nods to the skinny black stand. "You outta know how that works.."

I fucking knew he was a subscriber to my content! I needed to publish more videos anyway so this is perfect.

"It's on," I report turning back to him and it hits me when he shifts so that we're both centered on the video that he's probably got a number of videos on the internet himself. "Request to view your video library when we're done?"

"We'll see," he winks straightening his posture. "For now..," he holds my gaze and I nod slightly, giving him the green light. "Phoebe Miller," he smirks taking a step back.. "Are you aware that you are free to leave at any time?"

"Of course, you couldn't keep me here past my will if you tried."

"And you understand as part of the BDSM community we take the motto 'safe sane and consensual' to heart."

"Absolutely."

"Are you consenting to a sexual relationship with me?"

"Absolutely."

"Are you consenting to an S&M dynamic with me.. as an adult who is into fully aware of what this entails?"

"I am. I'm ready, let's go." I reach for his tie again, but this time I only tug it gently to show my building impatience. He's got me all wound up, ready to spring and lay him out on the satin sheets as if I'm the one in the dominant role. I'm beyond ready for his suit to come off, as edible as he looks with it on.

"Patience," he whispers holding my cheek. "I want you to show me a sign of your volunteered submission. Tell me you want me to own your body, to take control of your every orgasm and push the limits of your body. Are you ready to be my slave understanding that you maintain your natural role as an independent member of society? Speak clearly for my records."

I face the camera and he seems pleased when I repeat the lines he's given. "I love the videoed consent."

"Good. Now face me."

Easily done. I spin to do just that.

"Good girl..," his chin raises and I see in his sneaky eyes, he's escalating. "One more thing," he tests tilting my chin up further. I stare him down evenly. As a fetish content maker and a domme, I don't flinch easily. "Hm.."

"Please sir, I'm ready," I confirm as his thumb strokes my chin.

"I think you might be.. Ok. Show me that you recognize your new master." He points to a spot on the red rug. "Kneel for me and present your wrists."

"Something different," I whisper.

"Nah.. This is the one," he smiles. "Feel free to say no, I can take you back. A high B ain't bad considering most my students operate at a low B."

"Hell no!"

"No?" He grins.

"Move." Brushing his hand off of my face, I back up to the rug and kneel with raised wrists. He undoes his tie and loops my wrists, completing the handcuff knot in a second flat, the free end in his hand like a lead.

"Don't worry it'll feel good to you.. to relax and let someone else take control. We'll take it easy tonight."

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kinglazrus · 3 years

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Not Your Danny – Ch 6. Obsessions

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Eventually, Dani has to go back to Fenton Works. She stays with Sam and Tucker at the mall for a few hours, enjoying their company; but, as the afternoon wanes and evening draws near, their hangout time comes to an end.

"I can't believe my parents are making me stick to a curfew. I'm eighteen. I didn't have a curfew a month ago," Sam says when she notices the time.

"A month ago, they didn't know you part-time as a ghost hunter. I can't believe they made your curfew eight," Tucker says.

They manage to hit a couple more stores before Sam has to go, and even swing by the food court again to grab some food-to-go. By the time Dani goes home, she has four bags of new clothes plus a box of pizza all to herself.

"Here." Tucker leans across the passenger seat and holds something out to Dani.

When she takes it, shuffling the shopping bags around her arms so she has a free hand, she notices that it's a cellphone. Basic, with a touch screen.

"It's pre-paid. I have a bunch, so don't worry about it. Mine and Sam's numbers are on there, so you can text us if you want to hang out again."

Dani clutches the phone to her chest. "Thank you."

"No problem."

Dani waits until Tucker has pulled away before turning toward the house. It's hard to tell with the curtains drawn, and the harsh glow of the Fenton Works sign splashed across the building, but it looks as if the lights are off inside. A quick scan of the street shows that Jazz's car is gone, although she could have parked around back, or by the garage instead. Dani heads up to the front door and tries the knob. It doesn't budge.

Rather than trying the doorbell or knocking, she goes intangible and walks right through the door. Inside, the lights are off, just as she suspected. She doesn’t bother turning them on. With her enhanced vision, she can see perfectly well in the dark, albeit in dark, muted shades.

In the kitchen, she finds a note from Jazz: Mom and Dad out testing weapons. I will be at Spike's. There's food in the fridge. Dani doesn't know who Spike is.

When she peeks in the fridge, she finds a tin-foiled plate of meatloaf waiting for her, as promised. She doesn't bother with it, though, taking her pizza up to Danny's room instead. The house without the Fentons there feels... pretty much the same. Without the ambient noise of Jazz's typing or Jack's distant footsteps, the house is far quieter than Dani has ever heard it. Even at night, Maddie's chainsaw snores—which surprises Dani more than it annoys her—keep the house from falling completely silent.

Now, there's nothing but Dani's soft breathing.

It's quiet, and yet, the house feels no less empty than it always does.

She deposits the shopping bags at the foot of Danny's bed and takes her pizza to his desk. Since arriving, she has cleared away enough clutter that the box can fit, although it's a tight squeeze. One side of the box rests on top of the keyboard. She looks between the greasy cardboard and the keys, wondering if it might wreck them. There shouldn't be enough grease that it will leak through, but she decides not to risk it.

Dani lifts the box and shoves the keyboard aside. It smacks into the base of the Challenger's display case, sending it toppling over the edge of the desk.

"No!" Dani throws herself out of the chair, reaching for the model. Her fingers skim the glass but miss. Blind panic fills her and something in her chest bursts. A bright glow launches from her palms and surrounds the case.

The model jerks to a stop a mere inch from the floor.

Dani's heart hammers in her chest. The horrible realization of what would have happened if she missed drains the blood from her face. Careful not to make any sudden moves, she pushes herself onto her knees, arms still outstretched. A thin thread connects the light surrounding her palm and the display case. It tugs on her, like a sixth finger, each movement sending an unfamiliar ripple up her arm.

Telekinesis is not a rare ability among ghosts. A common power, like intangibility, invisibility, and flight, more than half of all spectral entities have some form of it. But unlike those first powers, telekinesis can rely heavily on a ghost's power level and general skill. Where one ghost may struggle to move a toothpick, another can uproot a whole tree with nothing more than a thought.

Dani, until this moment, could not use it at all.

When she flexes her fingers, the model drifts toward her. The moment she has it in hand, the light disappears, and the model's weight hits her. Heavier than expected, enough that her arms bow under its sudden presence. She holds the model in a tight embrace as she rises to her feet. With her elbow, she pushes the keyboard out of the way to clear space and returns the display case to the desk.

After a moment's consideration, Dani nudges the model closer to the middle of the desk. Even if it makes things tighter, she doesn't want that to happen again

She returns to the chair, but rather than eating her pizza, her focus stays on the model. It looks undamaged inside the case, still fixed to its wooden base. At a glance, it seems sturdy enough that it could hold up to a bit of knocking around. A hard smash to the floor would probably do it in, though. The thought makes her stomach twist.

With most of Danny's things, their importance still eludes her. Now that she has her own clothes, and a phone, it's starting to dawn on her why people like things. It's nice, to speak frankly. Being able to have something, to keep it somewhere and return to it, is a nice feeling. But then there are feelings attached to the items, too.

Jack said this model was Danny's favourite. Dani has no way of knowing if she is right about why it was his favourite. It was only a guess based on what she knew of her cousin, what he thought of his parents. Danny didn't smile a lot when it came to them, at least not as far as Dani saw. Maddie and Jack rarely came up during cousin bonding time unless they came after Dani and Danny while they were hanging out. But, sometimes, Danny would smile so bright at the mention of his parents.

If he had done well on a test and they congratulated him. If they took him to the planetarium. If they went stargazing recently. None of these things happened often, but when they did, and Danny told her about them, his smile would be so bright Dani found it hard to look at.

Thinking about her new clothes, Dani wonders if the smile she can feel on her face is just as bright as Danny's had been.

"I'm sorry I lost the music player you got me," she says to the Challenger. "I didn't realize how important it could have been." She shrugged it off at the time. Even now, what little guilt she feels over it stems from losing something that could have been dear to her rather than something that wasdear.

How many things has she lost that could have been important? She already knows the answer: far too many.

—

Jazz was distracted during the funeral. She tried to hide it, but Jack knew his daughter all too well. As she gave her final goodbyes to Danny, she kept wiping her eyes and looking over the crowd, her gaze searching. Jack looked over his own shoulder a few times, trying to see what Jazz was searching for. He couldn’t find it, obviously.

There weren't many people in the crowd. Immediate family; Sam and Tucker, plus their parents; Valerie came, as well, along with Casper High's vice-principal. Jack had no other family to speak of besides his wife and children—now child. And the only relative still in contact with Maddie, her sister, could not make it in time. Jack understood although it hurt.

Over the past few months, Danny had grown closer with his aunt. Jack wasn't sure when it happened, and it took him a while to catch on. Maddie and Alicia spoke on the phone at least twice a month since Alicia didn't have a cellphone or internet. It was standard practice for Maddie to drag one of the kids into the conversation to say hi. Jazz always went willingly. Danny usually complained.

However, at some point, his complaints stopped. If Danny caught Maddie on the phone, he would eagerly jump into the conversation. He even started shooing out whoever was in the room. Jack blamed it on teenage antics. It wasn't until Jack caught the tail end of one of their conversations that he realized something had changed.

Danny sat at the kitchen table, phone to his ear. When Jack entered, he sat up straighter.

"I'll try and bring it up next time I see her. Not sure when that will be, but her birthday's coming up." Danny paused as the person on the other end replied, then nodded. "Cool. Bye Auntie Alicia, love you."

"Alicia? Don't you think your mother would have liked to say goodbye before you hung up?" Jack asked.

Danny set the phone down on the table. "That'd be weird since Mom didn't call her. Is she even home right now?"

Now that Jack thought about it, no, she wasn't. Maddie went to the store nearly an hour ago to buy cookie fixings. "Good point!" Now that Jack was paying attention, he saw the phone on the table was Danny's cell and not the house phone. "Was she leaving you a message for Maddie?"

"No, I called her."

"Plans for your mom's birthday next month?"

"Nope." Danny stood up and pocketed his phone. "I'm going to Sam's. See you later."

Jack paid more attention after that. There were other phone calls, always the same, where Danny would find somewhere private to talk. Sometimes he clammed up when Jack walked in and quickly ended the conversation. Once, Jack thought he caught Danny crying. It was late. Jack himself had only gotten home a little while ago thanks to a particularly nasty ghost attack that day. For nearly twenty minutes, he and Maddie had chased the ghost boy, trying to catch him while he was down. Phantom was a damn good flyer, though, even when injured.

The first thing Jack did when he got home was check on the kids, and that's how he found Danny curled up beside his bed, his phone cradled against his ear. Every blanket in the room was pulled tight around him.

"I don't know if I can do it anymore," Danny had said. "It keeps getting harder, and today I just–" his voice cracked.

The moment that followed was quiet. Not a single sob escaped Danny, but his shoulders shook. Jack was about to step inside when Alicia's voice, strong and steady, so loud in the silence, came from the phone.

"You're gonna be okay, kiddo."

Jack didn't go inside. Maybe he should have. Danny asked several times when they would be visiting Alicia next after the phone call. Every time he asked was like a punch to the got, but Jack never spoke up. If Danny wanted to come to him, then he could. If he was more comfortable talking to Alicia about this mystery problem, that was fine too.

He'll come to me when he needs to. Jack kept telling himself that until the day Danny died.

—

Jazz hoped she might see Dani in the crowd. A small part of her whispered that maybe she had missed Dani, glanced away right as she appeared. But, considering how few people were in attendance, that seemed unlikely. Beyond that, if a halfa did not want to get seen, they would not be seen.

Which brought Jazz to another guest she expected, although did not welcome: Vlad. Her worrying proved pointless, though, when he never showed up. As the lingering crowd thinned, Danny's friends and loved ones saying their final goodbyes, Jazz searched the heads once more. No red beanie or glowing white hair, and no pompous ponytail.

At the first opportunity, Jazz pulled Sam and Tucker aside. "Have either of you seen Dani?"

"Uh... is this some kind of joke?" Tucker asked. He glanced none too subtly toward the freshly filled grave. Sam at least had more tact and waited for Jazz to elaborate.

"Dani-with-an-i."

"Oh." Tucker shook his head. "No. We've been trying to contact her, but there isn't a great way to reach her. Left some messages with some ghosts, but that doesn't help if she's not in the Ghost Zone right now."

"She isn't." Jazz checked on the whereabouts of her parents. They were nearer the grave, speaking solemnly with Angela and Maurice Foley. Most importantly, they were well out of earshot. "I saw her at Fenton Works last night, but she ran away."

"Damn." Sam lifted the black veil hanging from her hat, revealing red eyes and smudged makeup. "I hope she's okay. Did she say anything before she left?"

Jazz hesitated. Although the whole exchange only lasted a few seconds, it had yet to leave her mind, for reasons she was ashamed to admit. And yet, no matter how guilty she felt about her initial reaction to Dani, she could not forget about it.

"No," she said. "Dani saw me and bolted. She might have thought I was my mom since it was so dark."

"We'll have to keep an eye out for her. I don't if she would stay without Danny here, but it's not like she has anywhere else to go, either," Sam said.

"I will, too. I thought she might show up here, but..."

"Sammykins!" Pamela Manson called from the cemetery gate. She tapped her wrist, although she wore no watch. "There's a crowd forming, dear."

Jazz grimaced at the sight beyond the funeral gates. A small gathering of Danny Phantom fans stood on the sidewalk, some bearing signs, all dressed for mourning. It was the most inappropriate display she had ever seen. None of them had breached the cemetery, but Jazz suspected that was because of the hired security standing at the gate and not the onlooker's own sense of morality.

She dreaded what the crowd might do as soon as she and her family left.

Sam scowled. "I can't believe them. I get if they want to mourn the local hero, but this is such gross behaviour." She looked remarkably like her mother as she hissed those words, her lip curling in disgust as she glared at the onlookers.

Jazz agreed wholeheartedly.

"I'll text you as soon as my mom takes me off house arrest," Sam told Tucker. "Jazz, let us know if you see Dani again. I'll sleep a little easier knowing she's alright."

Jazz nodded and gave her guarantee.

—

Vlad has lost obsessions before. Most well-balanced ghosts have. Any experienced ghost knows to have a few central obsessions and a handful of smaller ones. Latch on to a passing interest hard enough and all it takes is a little dedication to turn that into a full-blown obsession. Then, once it becomes tedious, let it go and move on to something else.

There have been some obsessions that he lost against his will. He once had a bonsai tree, a nice juniper, that he loved dearly. It went up in flames with his Wisconsin mansion the first time Danny destroyed his home. Vlad felt the loss like a bitter sting. At the same time, his determination to capture Danny for himself only grew, overwhelming painful prickle. Every slight against him only fuelled his desire more. Never had he fought so hard for something without immediate success. It made the game that much more fun.

And it was a game. Danny learned fast, but there was so much he didn't know, couldn't do. It was so easy to toy with him, egg him on, guide him to new abilities. The potential within him was limitless. Vlad could have overwhelmed Danny in seconds but there's no fun in that.

Perhaps that's why it was so easy for his other obsessions to slip away without him noticing.

He drifts through the halls of his mansion, familiar yet alien at the same time. On the landing, he drags his hand along the bannister, dust gathering against his fingers. His limb flickers, wispy blue, jumping sporadically in and out of intangibility. He designed the balustrades himself, inspired by the first twisted haunts he discovered within the Ghost Zone.

The wood cracks and splinters as his fingers solidify while passing through.

Before him, the front hall looms. Vast, open, a point of pride in every mansion he has owned. Better to impress the guests with a grand display upon entry. Now he finds it suffocating. All his hours of work, his obsessions wasted. Where simply looking upon his walls once filled him with pride, now they sicken him.

There is nothing for him here.

He went to such desperate lengths. Threats, bribery, manipulation, cloning. Nothing ever worked. Each new failure cut him deeper, made him more desperate, more eager. No. No, that wasn't right. He was subtle, clever, controlling an oblivious pawn in a cruel game. The winner, the mastermind. The cloak, not the dagger. The cat, not the mouse. But still always losing. Surely something he had to work this hard for, harder than anything in his life, had to be worth it.

And then, in an instant, in the span of an ectoblast, his obsession died.

"Maddie." Vlad moans, voice breaking. "Maddie. Maddie. Maddie." His please reach no one who cares. All his attempts to reach out, reforge that connection they once had, have been rebuffed.

"Maddie." Once, not so long ago, the sound of her name alone was enough to light his core ablaze.

But when, when, when, how, somewhere along the way that warmth died.

"Madeline, I need you." Please, please. Don't leave me to this. Don't go.

The cold wind whips against him, not unusual for an October day, but it startles him, nonetheless. He hunches halfway down the drive, the empty halls of his mansion long behind. He could return home, but... no. Home won't help him now.

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Emile’s Bold Move

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Summary: Remy and Emile continue to help Virgil out with Casper and spend time outside of babysitting hours. After a while, they call it a date and Virgil hesitantly agrees.

Tags: holding hands, cinema, food, eating, snacks, smuggling food lol, blushing, soft shit, ot3, polyamorous, friends to lovers, babysitting, documentary, butterfly mention

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Virgil shifted from one foot to the other.

Cars on the streets were passing by, making the air smell of asphyxiation and acidic powder. Their driving filled Virgil’s head with noise and he sighed softly as he held onto Casper’s legs. The kid was perched up on his shoulders and hummed happily, gently teetering while Virgil tapped one foot, then shifted onto it and started tapping with the other.

He sighed once more and turned into the other direction of the street, his eyes wearily checking the surroundings before, once again, turning back and looking up the street.

“Virgie!”

The youth looked up at Casper, his grip on his legs slightly tightening.

His heart was beating up to his chest even more so than just a few seconds ago.

“Yes, Cas?”

The kiddo leaned down, arching his back over Virgil’s head and gently put his hands over his eyes.

“Guess who?”

Virgil giggled, his chest easing up a bit.

The world seemed to choke him a tad less now.

“It’s me, ya BITCH!”

His wrists were grabbed on each side and Casper retreated on his shoulder. The punk screeched in reply, flinching away and taking a step back as he processed the sudden amount of touch out of nowhere.

Remy carefully tugged him back to him and Emile and Virgil slowly accommodated to reality once more.

His heart was nearly out of his ribcage, drumming mercilessly against his chest.

“Holy f-...fricking sh-daMN, Remy!”

He hissed at the wannabe biker and approached the cinema as he backed away.

“Sorry, Virgil”, Emile offered apologetically as he gently let go off him and took Remy’s hand instead, “sometimes I forget how anxious you get.”

Casper was hugging Virgil’s head and whined.

“Are you mad?”

The emo looked up at him, sighing once more. He breathed out the tension in his shoulders and smiled a bit.

“No, just shook. Em, take Cas for me, a bit?”

His legs were still weak from the scare. Actually, his whole body felt as if it was made of jell-o by now instead of real flesh and bones and blood. Emile nodded and gently took Casper off his shoulders and nudged Remy.

“Sorry, honey!”

Virgil shrugged and shook his head.

“Jus’ gotta stop being so anxious, I guess.”

He carefully wobbled over to hug Remy and then Emile who was holding Casper. The child was more than happy to embrace Virgil again. His giggles rung in Virgil’s ears a bit but it was okay because Casper was happy and Virgil was slowly calming down again.

Emile gave him a warm smile.

“Let’s get in? Remy, you pay. You were mean.”

Remy pouted.

“You scared him with me!”

Still, he scuffled his feet over to the ticket booth.

“Wait”, Virgil interjected, digging into his pockets, “I pretended to be a rich bitch and got us tickets.”

He pulled them out and showed them to the three others. Casper already knew but nodded at the information still.

“Can we see the butterfly film now?”

Emile chuckled.

“Yes, please, I would like to learn more about butterflies.”

The trio had been more than lucky to realise there was an actual butterfly “documentary” on the local cinema. Yes, some cinemas did play documentaries and films that were not purely about blockbusters, Hollywood delights and similar productions.

Mister Galiu had pointed it out to Casper who had promptly asked Virgil to see it with him, considering they were both enraptured with these creatures.

Virgil liked their symbolism and Casper liked the funky facts about them and the happy colours!

Remy and Emile just joined to be with Virgil and Casper. Mostly Virgil, though, for several reasons.

“Me too, darlings. Let’s go seize these snacks.”

They got in, got some snacks that now Remy and Emile shared the costs on. Casper got his funny skittles and they all shared a small bucket of popcorn together.

Every kind of sweet snack was covered and they had more than enough to share when they got two drinks. One big soda for the three adults and one little bottle of juice for Casper.

Once inside, they cuddled up, Casper next to Virgil who was sandwiched with Remy between Emile and Casper. The kid was closest to the exit.

Everyone knew kids might need to pee during a film, so they provided for reasonable solutions and accommodated him by putting him in this space and going to the bathroom with him while Remy had bought snacks.

“When will it start?”

Casper gently snuggled up to Virgil who gently cuddled him.

“In a bit, don’t you worry.”

The advertisements started playing to which Virgil only rolled his eyes and scoffed, Casper perked up.

“You’re very punk, Virgil!”

The addressed youth squeaked and sunk into his seat, a bright blush on his cheeks.

“I am punk and I am right”, he mumbled and carefully reached into his backpack, “yo, I got snacks for us all-”

Emile’s face turned to him at once, staring into his soul like an owl.

“Eat the rich”, Emile responded and Remy rolled his eyes with a smile before repeating it.

“Eat the rich.”

Virgil nodded and continued the chain, “eat the rich”.

“Eat Richard?”

Casper slowly shifted closer to Virgil, nearly sitting on his lap by now until he pulled him on his thighs. The kid stretched up as if to make himself taller.

“It is called ‘Eat the rich’, Cas. Can you see better, now?”

The kid cuddled up to him and nodded happily while Remy and Emile took turns on the backpack before returning it to Virgil who slowly fished a pack of skittles out and gave it to Casper.

“Here ya go, don’t tell your dad. It is just a small one.”

Remy has some licorice and Emile helped himself to some chocolate drops while Virgil himself pulled out some chocolate nuts. They were great and looked a bit like skittles, so he gingerly shared them with Casper.

Emile shuffled over to sit in Casper’s seat. The cinema was nearly empty, so nobody would really mind, he thought.

The advertisement was finally over and the film started.

Emile nudged Remy who looked at him while Virgil and Casper stared at the pretty butterflies on screen. The smitten duo grinned at one another, hands intertwining behind Virgil’s neck. Remy gently shifted a bit to put his arm around Virgil’s shoulders, this time touching his neck on purpose.

“?”

Virgil looked at him, confusion all over his face.

Remy smirked and gently brushed over his face. The emo blushed but smiled as much as he could despite his flustered state.

On the other side of his seat, Emile’s hand reached out for his and gently squeezed it. Virgil sucked in a breath, the red tint taking over his face as he slowly entangled his fingers with Emile’s warm hands.

His heart was beating against Casper’s unassuming back, this time for any reason that was neither fear nor shock.

“It’s a date”, Emile whispered, leaning in and giving Virgil’s temple a kiss with his soft words. He nodded softly.

Remy gently shifted closer and was surprised to find the warm Virgil had previously wrapped around Casper for extra stability to slowly move onto his knee.

He smiled.

It was a date.

Remy leaned back, licorice rope hanging from his lips as he focused his attention on watching a film with his dates and their precious little Casper.

Who knew butterflies could be that romantic?

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Punisher Pt. 3

Third part of Punisher. I apologize it’s taking me so long to post these, but want to make sure they’re good for you all. Thank you for the support so far!! This is a Chicago PD/Fire imagine with an original character. I don’t own any of the plot points or characters from the show. Also, it doesn’t follow any particular season or sequence in the shows.

Series Summary: Josephine (Jo) never expected to find support and pure love when she left Los Angeles. She ran away to Chicago and was content with living an insignificant, hidden life. But everything changes when she walks into Molly’s to get a job.

Josephine (OC) x Jay Halstead

The italicized lines are internal thoughts of the character.

Warnings: language, mentions of drinking, long (!)

Things are going really well at Molly’s. It’s like falling into step during a choreographed dance. It feels odd to say that I’m comfortable and confident when it’s only my second shift. I’m working with Stella tonight, who to say the least had a lot of fun the night before. When she first walked into the bar she looked as if Casper made a stop in Chicago. At the start of opening she kept her jacket on and slammed down cups of black coffee. Her body seemed to stay in a permanent state hunched over the bar top while she only communicated through slow movements with her fingers. I couldn’t watch her pain any longer, so I used my break to grab a cheeseburger and fries so greasy the oil soaked the paper bag.

“You need to put something solid into your body,” I announce as I plop the white, greased bag on the bar top in front of Stella’s practically limp body. She slowly lifts her head with a deep groan and analyzes the bag.

“I’m a firefighter Jo, my body is a temple. I can’t eat this,” I can’t stop the laugh that escapes my lips.

“Are tequila shots a part of your ‘temple’s’ regimen?” she sniffs the bag and sighs.

“You see, the tequila actually kills all the bacteria in the stomach,” Stella examines the golden fry before taking a bite.

“Be sure to tell your theory to the doctors that come in later, I’m sure they’d love to hear that.”

“I will,” she says with a mouthful of cheeseburger.

Just like magic, Stella is back to her bouncy self. It amazes me how much like Hermann she is, she practically floats around Molly’s. She talks to everyone and makes sure they’re having a good time. Stella sets the tone of the entire bar, bringing life to every inch of the place. It’s nice to watch her interact with others, a part of me is envious of how natural it comes to her. A part of me is, also, envious of her relationship with Kelly. His eyes when he looks at her are filled with unconditional love and the way Stella looks at him when he’s not looking confirms that she feels the same. I’ve never had that… or will have it. The bar top serves its purpose as a closed door to the patrons on the other side, I open it as much as I want and they see what I want them to see. I’m in control.

It’s a busy Friday night, the bar filled quickly. The firemen I met last night stroll in with the same vigor as the night before, obviously hurting a lot less than Stella was a few hours ago. Stella plays it off as if she didn’t have a raging hangover, but Kelly quickly throws her under the bus. Cruz yells as he claims he’s known the truth all along, but Mouch steps in to deny it, leading to Cruz listing out facts about how he knew. I place a few beer bottles in front of the guys, trying not to get involved.

“I’m sorry about them,” Matt says.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. They’re funny,” I smile.

“You don’t have to hear it all day long,” Matt grumbles as he takes a long sip from his beer.

“This is true. I get them in concentrated doses,” I excuse myself to collect empties at the tables scattered around the room. With my hands full I turn to head back to the bar top, but crash into a hard body. I stumble back from the blow and the mystery man swiftly grabs my arms to keep me from falling. Once I get my footing back, he releases my arms.

“Sorry about that. Are you okay?” His voice is like velvet that draws my eyes up to look at his face. Wow. My mind fell into a haze barely registering his question.

“Um, yeah. Thanks,” he smirks at how long it took me to answer his question. Really smooth Jo. “I should get back to work, sorry about running into you,” I walk backwards a few steps, he immediately steps forward keeping the same amount of space between us as before.

“Let me at least help you with those, I’m heading to the bar anyway,” before I could object, his large hand cradles the numerous beer bottles that were once in my hand. Before my brain can spiral about his large hands, I spin and head back to the bar. I silently weave through the customer’s of Molly’s, I needed to get back to my safe zone to hopefully make his charm less effective. He gently places the bottles on the bar top for me to discard, I smile and thank him. Before I can ask for his order, the firemen and Stella welcome him to the bar.

“Hey Jay, haven’t seen you around here in awhile,” Stella mentions.

“Yeah I know. Um have you seen my brother anywhere?” Stella shakes her head no. Brother? I try to seem like I’m not listening while cleaning up behind the bar and get any excuse not to look at him again. One embarrassing moment for tonight is enough. Out of nowhere, Will pops up and slaps Jay on the back. They go in for a quick hug before Will says hi to everyone.

“Hey don’t kill me, but I invited Nat. I know it’s supposed to just be us, but she had a really rough day,” Will whispers, Jay shakes his head to let him know he’s totally fine with it. “Great, thanks man.”

I put two glasses of red wine on the bar top for two women that definitely want to take a firefighter home tonight. After how many women these men turned down the night before I highly doubt they’ll have any luck, but I’m kinda rooting for them.

“Hey Jo,” Will smiles.

“Hi Will,” I say in monotone to mess with him.

“Have you met my brother Jay?” Will slaps Jay’s chest which startles Jay a little, making me smile. Geez, these guys must have gorgeous parents. Will is handsome of course, but Jay...

“We kinda ran into each other actually.” I smirk.

“Oh that’s great, he’s a really good guy. He’s a cop, detective, sorry,” Will corrects himself, Jay is glaring at him.

“I’m not making you a manhattan,” he slaps his hand against the bar top.

“Worth a shot. Can I get a glass of chardonnay and a beer, oh and whatever Jay’s having,” I nod and grab Will his drinks. He slides me his credit card to open a tab then walks off to see Natalie at the table.

“I’m definitely missing something, why does my brother want a manhattan?” Jay finally asks.

“Oh Jay it was great!” Stella jumps in to tell a very colorful version of the events that happened between Will and I. As she finishes up she is swept to the end of the bar to take an order.

“She was drunk last night” I mumble under my breath. Jay smirks, knowing Stella’s retelling was probably fabricated. “What can I get you?” I try to change the subject.

“A beer please,” I nod. “You’re new here Jo?” He phrases it as a question, but it's definitely more of a statement.

“Yeah, started yesterday,” I hand him his beer.

“Thanks. Are you from Chicago?”

“No, LA actually, lived there my whole life,” I lean my forearms on the bar top in front of him.

“Wow, big change.” “Yeah, I don’t know if I thought it all the way through to be honest,” he smiles.

“Well let me tell you if you haven’t figured it out already, snow and winter are incredibly overrated.” “Ah yes, that’s exactly what I needed to hear. I can go back to LA now.” “Glad to be of service,” he shrugs. Jay stayed on the same stoll at the bar for the rest of the night. It was strange how easy it was to talk with him, he offered stories about his job and funny stories about him and Will growing up. It’s so beautiful to have those stories, that he’s gone through life with someone that deeply and come out the other side. I tell him that I don’t have siblings and mostly spent time with my mom when I was young. Jay was quick to offer up Will to fill the void.

“I’ll keep you updated on that,” I laugh.

“Are you and your mom still close?”

“Um no, she… she died about ten years ago,” even though her death happened so long ago it still felt so weird saying it out loud.

“I’m sorry Jo. I lost my mom to cancer a few years back.”

“So you get it,” he nods and offers a somber smile.

It wasn’t till Will and Natalie announced their departure, that Jay made any moves to leave Molly’s. The bar was slowly emptying out as last call was already declared.

“I should head out, it was really nice talking with you Jo,” Jay stands.

“It was really nice talking with you too Jay,” I say sincerely. He smiles wide before making a beeline for the front door. I can’t help but stare until he’s fully out of sight, my cheeks start to hurt from fighting the smile on my face. I tuck my loose hair behind my ear and start grabbing the empty glasses from the bar top.

“Have fun?” Stella questions, I jump slightly not realizing she was standing there.

“Another good night for tips, yeah,” she looks at Kelly who’s the last of the firefighters at the bar.

“Sure, doesn’t hurt that Officer Handsome was here all night either.” “I… I’m going to wash the glasses,” I pick up the large plastic crate with dirty drinking glasses and head to the back where Hermann showed me where the sink was. Stella didn’t mention Jay again, but it didn’t matter. The damage was done, Jay’s blue eyes and the way he got so passionate during a story were ingrained in my mind for the rest of the night.

***

Hermann asked if I could open Molly’s for him the next day as he was running late with paperwork at the firehouse. I had a short shift that night anyway and could use the extra money no matter how little. Hermann told me to meet him at the firehouse to give me the keys since they haven’t been able to cut me my own yet. The firehouse isn’t far from Molly’s, a couple blocks on foot. I prepared myself with my warmest coat for the trek since the wind chill makes Chicago brutally cold. I focus on the sound of my shoes against the wet pavement to take my mind off of how cold I really am.

The firehouse is a ball of color on this cold, dark Chicago day. The plain brick buildings surrounding it emphasize the reds and yellows. It somehow feels untouched by the rest of the city, a true sign of purity. As soon as I walk through the doors of the firehouse I’m met with the sweet smell of food cooking. It’s as if my feet have a mind of their own and take my body towards the magnificent smell’s source. The kitchen was buzzing with people cooking, talking, and playing card games.

“Jo!” Stella yells, “what are you doing here?” she walks over to me, leaving her conversation with Matt and Kelly, who both wave at me.

“I’m here to get the keys from Hermann, do you know where he is?”

“Yeah, he’s in the garage let me take you to him,” I try to argue that it could wait, but Stella insists. “Hermman!” she yells once we get into the garage.

“What?!” he snaps back. She giggles as we both walk towards the outburst. As we turn around the big fire engine, I see why Stella was so insistent about not waiting. “Oh hey, Jo,” he says calmer.

Jay is standing tall with a notepad in front of Hermann. Stella silently excuses herself from the conversation and makes her way back inside. Hermann pays no attention to his surroundings as he’s searching for the three keys I need to open Molly’s.

“Hey,” Jay smiles.

“Hi.”

“Here you go, I labeled them for you so you know what lock they go into. Once you get inside, lock the front door, just in case,” I nod and take the keys from him. The silver keys have thin pieces of masking tape on them with dark blue sharpie stating what they open.

“Thanks, I’ll see you there,” I back away from the men to head back to the bar. Hermann nods and waves.

“Hermann we’re done here right?” Jay asks.

“Yeah, let me know if you find anything,” Hermann states somewhat hopeless. Jay puts away the notepad in his back pocket of his jeans and jogs to catch up to me. The sound of Jay’s thick boots hitting the cement fills the sound of the garage. When he finally catches up to me, he moves ahead to open the door to outside for me.

“So you’re stalking me now?” He jokes.

“Um how did you get to that? Hermann asked me to come here,” Jay quickly fell into step with me, not that it was difficult as he’s much taller than me.

“I was here first,” he says plainly.

“Oh well, with that bulletproof logic…” he laughs.

“You headed to Molly’s?” we stop walking once we get to the sidewalk.

“Yeah, I’m opening today,” Jay slips the keys to his car from his jacket pocket.

“Let me drive you.” “Oh no, you don’t have to do that. It’s only a couple of blocks and you’re working,” I spew out trying to find an excuse that’ll stick.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m parked right here,” he brushes off quickly. I roll my eyes at his back and get into the car. Jay puts the car into gear and sets off towards Molly’s.

“So, is Hermann okay?” I ask since I couldn’t get his hopeless tone out of my head.

“His house was broken into, they didn’t get a lot, just some jewelry and a few Alexa’s. His wife came home which freaked them out and they bolted before they did any real damage.” “Jesus. Poor Hermann. Do you think you’ll find his stuff?” “Probably not, that sort of stuff is so small that they may keep it for themselves instead of pawning it, but we’ll try,” the car is silent for a little while till Jay pulls in front of Molly’s.

“Thanks for the ride.” “Course,” I get out of the car and make my way onto the sidewalk. “Hey Jo,” Jay says out of his rolled down window.

“Hey Jay,” I say while playing with the keys Hermann gave me.

“Are you working late tonight?”

“Not too late, I have a short shift.”

“How about I meet you here later and we get a drink?” Jay says casually. I bite my lip and look down the street in hopes to take my mind off of what he just asked.

“Maybe,” I say as I make eye contact with him again. “See yah Jay.”

“See yah Jo.”

I’m losing control.

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