#Danny is more tired of the situation than angry

[lolottes]

Nord Weston

Wes screwed up.

He had finally managed to convince that Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were one and the same person. Then he was congratulated and told what they were going to do to him....

This is not what he wanted!!!

He had to get to Dash as quickly as possible because he had Jazz's number (He couldn't contact the Fenton children directly after all, he would have been too visible)

But he had a plan! He was going to move again and… It was true that he and Fenton were A LOT alike....

Despite the (deserved) hostility from his friends, Danny followed his plan. They didn't really have anything better even if they had already made arrangements.

This is how a trio of brothers rushed to Gotham a new city as part of a JL witness protection program

I hesitated between twin brothers or whether they share the same identity, so if you want to play it like two West Westons, go for it, this time I'm not doing a second very similar prompt

[bambis-wonderland]

Jack and Maddie aren’t good parents but they sure as fuck love their kids.

Okay, I really don’t care how much I hate get for this take if I get any at all.

I’m tired of everyone in the Danny Phantom fandom painting Jack and Maddie as these two monsters who if they found out Danny was half dead sooner that they would kill him.

They’re not good parents, I’m not say they are, but they do love their kids. They love them so much and that is plan to see.

And are we just gonna overlook how many times that they found out Danny’s secret and still loved him. I mean yes their memories were erased time and time again, but that out come never changed. They loved Danny and they loved Jazz.

And the only time they had a different reaction was when they found out Dan was once Danny, and that might have been disgust but that disgust wasn’t even directed towards Dan. That disgust was directed towards themselves that they didn’t see that Danny was Phantom and they blamed themselves for what happened to him even though they had no control over that situation.

And then there’s Phantom Planet when they found out Danny was Phantom and absolutely lost their shit when they learned this fact, but not because they were angry, but because they were scared. Because they were 100% sure that they just lost their little boy die, only to be so relieved when they found out he was alive. 

In almost every instance of them finding out Danny was Phantom they were shocked, confused, and scared for him, but they were also proud. They were proud that their little boy was helping others and though they didn’t like the way he was helping people mostly because they were devastated that he was half dead, and also because he was putting himself in more danger by doing what he was doing.

I’m not making excuses for them, Jack and Maddie aren’t good parents, they didn’t know their son was a ghost, they didn’t notice when their daughter started being more of a parent to their son then they were, and they didn’t notice when their old “friend” was batshit crazy.

They love their kids though, and I’m so tired of everyone making them the villains and Vlad the good guy, when Vlad knew that Danny was nothing more than a fourteen-year-old boy with strange powers and repeatedly tried to kill him.

Everyone says that if Jack and Maddie had found out that Danny was Phantom they would have ripped him apart. 

They found out multiple times that Danny was Phantom and the only times they laid a hand on him was either to hug him or squeeze his shoulders in reassurance. 

Danny was never once scared of his parents because he knew that they loved him, because every time they found out he was a ghost they still loved him and they let him know that.

And, yes before anyone says “calm, down it’s just a show” I get that, but I’ve been in this fandom for a long time and this take is only getting worse to the point where it’s just annoying.

[risingwiththeheatabove]

A Little Honey - Chapter 4 - Just Friends

Pairing: Josh X Reader

Series list

Warnings for series: 18+, Alcoholism, toxic parents, domestic abuse, drug use, alcohol use, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, blood kink, praise kink, daddy kink, and probably so much more that I am forgetting

Word Count 5.4K

A month passes and you still haven’t spoken with Josh. The group would text you individually here and there. You made up excuses for why you hadn’t been around despite them inviting you. Typically you blamed a busy work schedule, or truck troubles. Not sure if they were actually buying your bullshit. Nora hung out with them on a few occasions she always covered for you sticking to your story. They had, had two shows out of state and were heading back home for a little over a month.

It was a Thursday night and you were heading into your bar for the evening shift. Debbie could tell something was going on but she didn’t bother to pry. She knew you would tell her if you needed to. You put your stuff in your locker and headed to the bar.

“Hey come here a second sweetheart.” Her raspy voice called from the office.

You walk over leaning on her door frame. “What’s up?” You try to sound more cheerful than you actually were.

“Someone came in asking for you earlier. Now its none of my business but he looked about as miserable as you do. You haven’t been yourself lately and I am starting to worry about you kid.”

You were unsure what to say. You didn’t even know if it was Josh. Fuck it could have been Chris for all you know. Fear crept up in your throat.

“Who was it Debbie? Who stopped by?” You asked standing there white as a ghost.

“I didn’t catch a name, but he was a little guy. He looked familiar but I couldn’t place him. Cute head of curls on him.”

You felt a wave of relief wash over you.

“I am sorry Debbie, that was incredibly unprofessional. I will make sure he doesn’t come back.”

“Love, I do not give two shits about professionalism. I want to know if you are okay?” She said through a concerned frown.

“I am okay Debbie. I just had a falling out with a friend.” You offer a fake smile in attempt to reassure her.

“That boy seemed like more than a friend. What ever happened between you to, you should at least talk to him. Hell get closure or something. You both look lost.”

“Thanks Debbie.” You say turning to walk back to the bar.

Your shift went by uneventfully. You were slightly nervous when new patrons came in. Worried you would see Josh and inevitably have to talk to him. But he never showed. Leaving you relieved and disappointed. You were closing out when Nora text you.

From Nora

We are going out tomorrow night! I am tired of you moping around. I already switched my shift so you have no choice in the matter!

You felt bad that your depressed vibe had affected Nora. You agreed and you were actually looking forward to a night out with her. You left the bar and picked up Nora from her dinner shift. Heading home she was giggling while texting someone on her phone.

“Is that Danny?” You ask in a singsong way.

“No! It’s Jita.” She said shooting you a playful angry face.

“Oh! I didn’t know you swing both ways. Does Jake know?” continuing your teasing.

“You are the only one in this family who tries to steal our friends girlfriends.” She says causing you both to laugh.

You pull up to the apartment and go inside. Setting your keys on the counter you say, “I miss them, you know.”

“I know.” She responds giving you a hug and then going to her room.

You stayed up to try and busy your mind with some tv. Nights were the worst. Your mind would wander into darker places. Places filled with past pain. The situation with Josh made you extremely aware of past trauma you had not worked through. You left Chris so fast and went straight into survival mode. Not to mention the childhood trauma you suppressed for years.

You decide to start journaling your feelings. You were toying with the idea of starting therapy. You knew you needed to talk through your feelings with someone other than Nora. She was already your sister and best friends you did not want to put anymore pressure on her.

You woke up early the next day and began to research resources. You even scheduled a few appointments for a month out. Hoping that giving yourself time to prepare would help ease your anxiety. You were up before Nora so you went to pick up groceries and grabbed two coffees on your way home. When you got home you made a quick breakfast of pancakes and fresh berries. Nora made her way out of her room and wobbled over to the bar stool. Rubbing her eyes to make sure she was actually seeing the sight in front of her.

“Someone woke up a whole new woman!” She said through a yawn.

“I feel like one! I realized I am tried of moping around!” You shoot a wink at her. “But seriously, I am ready to get out of this funk and start working through some of my shit. I even made a few appointments to test run therapists.”

“Wow! That is great Y/N.” A smile spread across her face. “Let me know when you find a good one. I could probably work through some of my trauma from mom.”

“So, where are we going tonight?”You asked handing her a plate full of food.

“It’s a surprise!”

“Well I at least need to know what to wear!”

“I already have an outfit picked out for you!” She said wearing an even bigger smile on her face.

You enjoyed your breakfast together and cleaned up the kitchen. Nora did some online shopping on the couch while you read a book. She would occasionally turn the computer around to ask your opinion on pieces. Things were beginning to feel like they were before you meet Josh. You were finding peace in your home again. You decided to take a short nap before getting ready.

“Wake up sleepy head!” Nora said laying next to you in your bed, causing you to jump slightly when you opened your eyes. She laughed at you, hopping out of the bed. She had set an outfit on the end of your bed. You saw lots of dark colors which made you relax a bit. “Here put this on!” She threw the clothes at you. You got up and went into your closet. You pulled the pieces apart to get a better look. You found black skinny jeans with tears over the knees, a black lace bralette and a dark red button down cardigan. It was the perfect fall outfit. You changed and decided to pair it with your black docs and a delicate silver necklace. You popped out of the closet and did a little twirl for Nora.

“You have out done yourself Nora!”

“Don’t act so surprised!” She responded. “Now lets do the hair half up half down and some seductive make up!” She sits you down at the bathroom vanity. She completes the look and steps back to assess her work. Blowing a chefs kiss she ran into her room to get ready. You put together a small bag to bring out with you.

“The Uber is here!” Nora yelled running out of her room, placing her last earring in her ear.

“An Uber? Nora I still do not want to drink after last time!”

“Oh just shut up and get in!” She teased.

You climb in reluctantly. Nora follows behind. She has decided on a blue satin maxi dress, with a black blazer and matching Chelsea boots. She finished the look with gold toned jewelry.

“You realize we are dressed for different occasions?” You teased back.

“Aren’t we always?” She says through a laugh.

You take a short ride into town. Stopping at a small bar you had never heard of. Nora thanked the Uber as you got out of the car. She takes your hand and walks you in through the door. A live band was playing familiar singer song writer tunes. A good crowd had formed around the stage leaving plenty of room at the bar. You go to set your things down at a table, when Nora grabbed you by your arm and drug you towards the patio.

“Hey! I wanted to hear the band!” You exclaim as you notice where she is dragging you. “Nora you did not!” There they all were. Jake, Jita, Sammy, Hannah, Danny and Josh.

“Try not to be too mad!” She broke away from you to greet Danny in a hug.

Jake stands and pulls you in to a side hug. “Where have you been sweetheart?”

Jita pushes him off and squeezes you tightly. “We have missed you so much! It hasn’t been the same with out you!”

Danny came up next picking you up off your feet and patting you on the head.

Sammy and Hannah meet you with a group hug. “Your boss must be an absolute slave driver!” Sam joked.

“I am so happy to see all of you.” You said addressing the group.

Hannah showed you to a seat she had saved for you. Far enough from Josh that you didn’t have to sit next to him, but close enough that you didn’t have to sit across from him.

“Shall I grab a round of drinks?” Jake asked walking towards the bar.

“None for me thanks.” You say waving him off.

“Still recovering from last time?” Sam joked.

“If we could never discuss that night ever again that would be great!” You hide your face in your hands.

“But you told us how much you loved us and how we would all be friends forever! We even talked about getting matching tattoos!” Sam responded taunting you playfully.

You sunk further into your chair pulling your sweater over your face to hide your shame. “Kill me now.” You let out in a whine.

The group broke off into small conversations at the table. Hannah pulled your attention. “Have you two spoken at all?” She asked in a whisper.

“No. Well he text me but I never responded.”

“We all think you guys should talk.”

“We? Does everyone know?”

“There are not many secrets between brothers Y/N.”

“Fuck me.” You really felt like you needed a drink now. “You don’t happen to have another joint on you?”

“I don’t go anywhere with out one!” She grabbed your hand pulling you toward the back of the patio to smoke. Sammy’s stoner senses were tingling and he followed the two of you. You all split the joint, instantly settling your nerves.

“Josh can be an asshole. Like a really big asshole. He is stubborn, hot headed, and self centered…” Sam started.

“…BUT?!” Hannah interrupted.

“…But he is incredibly caring, generous and would give you the shirt off his back. He cares about you Y/N, and that scares him. Josh doesn’t do relationships often.”

“Well he made it very clear he especially does not do them with fans.” You said passing the joint to Hannah.

“He has a hard time trusting that people like him for him and not just for his status.” Sam responded.

“Josh over thinks things. He gets in is head a lot.” Hannah added passing the joint back to you. “You guys really should talk.”

“I do not know what we would even talk about.” You finish off the joint and walk back to the table.

“I want to go dance! Come dance with me Nora!” You pull her away from a conversation with Jake and Jita. You lead her inside to find an up beat song playing perfect for dancing. You both laugh and spin each other around on the dance floor. Jita and Hannah join you both in the crowd with the guys watching from a table inside. You all dance through 3 songs. Completely out of breath you all walk to the bar to get some drinks. You order a water and wait with the girls while their cocktails are made.

“Okay is it just me or is Josh seriously starting?” Nora asked the group of ladies.

“Totally!” Hannah agreed grabbing your shoulder.

“Well let him stare!” You yell running back to the crowd to continue dancing alone. You dance to a few more songs before rejoining the group at the table.“Okay I think I am all danced out!” You joke sitting back down. You look around noticing Josh was no longer with the group.Jita and Nora were whispering something back and forth causing them to giggle. “Care to share with the peanut gallery?” You asked.

“Nope! Hey I left my jacket outside. Could you go grab it for me?” She asked motioning to the patio. Knowing she had a good buzz going, you get up to go retrieve her jacket. As you walk out onto the patio you see Josh sitting alone at the table with her jacket. You walk up and grab the jacket, pausing to make eye contact with him.

“Hey.” He said softly with a small smile.

“Hi.” You respond as smile begins to creep up on your face. His grin was infectious.

“I am glad you came out tonight. Everyone has really missed you.”

“Yeah me too. I have missed everyone.”

“I understand if you don’t want to talk to me.”

“Josh I want nothing more than to talk to you. I have missed you, I have missed us. Whatever that might be.” You dug your nails into your arm, slightly embarrassed by your response.

“Honey…” He paused. You didn’t know if he would ever call you that again. “I have missed you too.”

“Then lets go back to how things were! This whole thing has been so silly! We were both drunk. Some of us more than others.” You tried to joke, but you were met with a serious expression.

“Honey, I told you. I don’t get involved with fans.” He said in a melancholic tone.

Embarrassed by your optimistic statements you turn to walk back inside. “Wait.” He stopped you. “I still want you in my life.”

“You do not get to just string me along Josh.” You bite as you turn to meet his eyes. You could feel the heat on your cheeks and the tears forming in your eyes. “You do not get to play with me and toss me aside!” You say in a tone resembling more of a yell.

“Then be my friend. Can we do that Honey? Be friends?” He stood from his seat and walked towards you. The tears threatened to spill from your lids. Your nails were near drawing blood from your arm. He placed a hand on your shoulder, watching your face for consent. You fell into him. You missed his scent, his warmth, his hugs. You tried to wipe the tears before they fell, before he could see them. “I never meant to hurt you.” He whispered into your ear. Composing yourself you pull away. You offer him a playful handshake. He accepted.

“Friends.” You say playfully shaking his hand.

“You are something else Honey.” He said laughing through his grin.

You both walked back to join the group. Things felt lighter. You were grateful for your friendship with Josh but could not help feeling something more. You told yourself in time your feelings would change and be nothing more than platonic. At least that is what you hoped. Having tasted what a relationship with him would be like you craved more.

You took a seat next to Josh, which pulled everyone’s attention. You pretended not to notice. The band was packing up there gear and the crowd had already left.

“Who wants to play pool?” Sammy said jumping out of his seat. “Girls vs

Boys?” Everyone exchanged nods and worked their way over to the pool tables. There were two table so you decided to play doubles at each. It was Hannah and you verses Sam and Josh. With Nora and Jita verses Danny and Jake at the next table.

“It’s on Honey!” Josh said shooting you a wink.

“Oh you are going down Sugar.” You winked back. Causing him to bite his lip.

The games began and you quickly realized you were the most sober member of the group. Everyone fumbled through the game while you played circles around them.

“Fuck! Another scratch!” Josh yelled at Sam. “Now they are really going to beat us.”

“Oh please Y/N is sober we never stood a chance.” Sam yelled back.

Everyone finished up their games. You and Hannah won at your table, while Danny and Jake won at the other.

“Championship round?” Jake asked in your direction. You shrugged your shoulders as if to accept his challenge.

“How about next time? I am beat!” Nora came over resting her head on your shoulder pretending to fall asleep.

“I can call us an Uber.” You say patting her sleepy head.

“We can give you guys a ride home. Well someone more sober than myself could.” Sam said. Everyone looked around as if to compare sobriety.

“That’s sweet but I think I am the only one sober enough to operate a vehicle.” You tease.

“That’s great! You can drive us all back to Josh and Jake’s place for the night!” Sam responds. Josh tosses you the keys to his Jeep.

“Are you cool with that?” You ask Nora.

“I do not care as long as I can sleep!” She yawns through her response.

You all pile into the white Jeep. Josh sat in the passengers seat and everyone else squished in the back seat besides Sam who opted for the trunk. Josh pulls up his address on your phone and scrolls through your playlists. “I warn you, my taste in music is rather eclectic.” You say slightly embarrassed. He shoots you a grin and Dancing Queen starts playing over the car speakers.

“Really Josh, ABBA?” Jake rolls his eyes judging his brothers choice of song.

“Hey! No back seat DJ’s in my car! You know the rules!” Josh spits back.

You pull up to their place. Everyone stumbled and fell out of the Jeep. You chuckled at their intoxicated mannerisms. You followed the group through the front door. Josh gave you a quick tour that ended in the kitchen. Sam and Hannah claimed the guest room, while Jita was with Jake in his room.

“You and Nora can take my bed and I can crash on the couch with Danny.” Josh explained.

You looked over to the living room to find Nora passed out on one couch and Danny on the other. You laugh at the scene in front of you. Josh turns his head to see what you are laughing at. “Or not.” You tease. You grab a blanket tucking Nora in, placing a glass of water on the end table beside her. Josh does the same for Danny.

“Well you can still take my bed.” He chuckles as he walks you towards his room. He walks up to his dresser and begins pulling a t-shirt out. “Would you like something to sleep in?” He asks.

“That would be lovely.” You respond as he tosses you a white tee.

“Would you prefer sweats or boxers?” He says holding both options up.

You blush at the idea of sleeping in his boxers. “I think I am good with just the t-shirt if you don’t mind?”

A pleased grin grows across his face as he searches for clothing for himself. “You can use whatever you need to in the bathroom. I have a extra toothbrush in the bottom drawer.”

You walk into the bathroom and strip off everything but your underwear. You slip his soft cotton shirt over your head. It is slightly see through but you do not care. You brush your teeth and find some skin care products you think will work for you. You wash your face and apply some moisturizer. You undo the hair ties and Bobby pins that Nora had placed in your hair. Running your fingers through it, you gather your things and step back into the bedroom. Josh is sitting at the end of the bed in grey sweatpants and a matching white t-shirt. You set your things on his nightstand and he trades you places in the bathroom. You crawl into bed getting cozy in the warm patchouli sent of his sheets. He returns from the bathroom and begins collecting blankets and pillows building a bed on the floor. You pop out of the sheets and hang your head over the end of the bed to see what he is doing. Your shirt rides up your back exposing you black mesh cheeky panties. He glances quickly at your ass before moving his gaze back to your face. “What are you doing?” You ask him. He meets your question with a confused expression. “You can sleep in the bed, I don’t bite.” You tease.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make things weird.”

“It would be weird if you slept in the floor.” You say laughing at him.

He picks up the blankets he placed on the floor and joins you in bed. You turn towards him and snuggle back under the blankets.

“Goodnight.” He says turning away from you.

“Goodnight.” You hum back. You lay in bed with your eyes closed for what feels like forever. You can not seem to fall asleep. You feel a magnetic warmth radiating from Josh. You want nothing more than to reach out and touch him. You roll around a few times before reaching over to check your phone. You huff as you realize you had been attempting to fall asleep for 30 minutes. You feel Josh move slightly on the other side of the bed. “Josh?” You ask softly.

“Hmmm?” He responds turning towards you.

“I can’t sleep.” You sigh flopping dramatically on your back.

“Me neither.” He chuckles at your theatrics.

“Can I ask you something?” You say turn back towards him. His eyes meeting yours in the dark room.

“You can ask me anything.”

“We will only ever be just friends, right?” You ask nervously.

“Honey…” He pauses taking a deep breath. “…You know my rule.”

“No, I know. I guess I just needed to hear you say it.” You reach out holding his hand. “Are you this flirty with all of your friends?” You continue.

He laughs. “No, I guess not. I can stop.”

“No.” You respond a little too quickly. “I mean if you want to you can, but I don’t mind.” He places his other hand on your cheek. You nuzzle into his palm. “Can we cuddle?” You ask surprising him.

“Come here!” He playfully pulls you in to his side. You rest your head on his shoulder and throw your arm across his waist. His touch was intoxicating. With in seconds you were both asleep.

You woke up the next morning feeling Josh’s chest pressed against your back. You must have rolled over at some point in the night, leaving Josh to be the big spoon. You were not complaining. You shifted your ass back to meet his hips. Immediately you felt his erection pressing into you. Your breath catches in your throat. Josh groans slightly at the contact.

“Shit!” He said quickly pulling away from you. You pretended to be asleep and not notice. He cautiously untangled himself from you and snuck off to the bathroom. You continued laying in bed until you heard a soft moan come from the bathroom. You tip toed up to the bathroom, placing your ear flush with the door. You stood there holding your breath to not miss a single sound. It was unmistakable what he was doing in there. “Y/N.” You hear him moan your name. You slap your hand over your mouth to conceal any noises that may sneak out. The water turns off shortly after and you sneak back into bed trying to pretend you didn’t just hear him jacking off. He walks back into the room, his hair wet and a towel wrapped low on his hips. You tried not to stare as he looked up to meet your gaze. “You’re up!” He said cheerfully.

“Yeah, I just got up actually.”

“I am going to get dressed then we can go grab breakfast.” He says grabbing some clothes and heading back into the bathroom. You slip on your jeans and boots. Leaving on Josh’s shirt you tuck it in slightly and throw your hair up in a messy bun. He comes out of the bathroom dressed in his light blue jeans which you were quickly learning were your favorite on him. He paired it with a light grey shirt and vans. You stepped in the bathroom repeating your skincare routine from the night before and quickly brushing your teeth. When you returned to the bedroom josh was placing his mala bead necklace over his head. You sat at the end of the bed turned toward him. You reached out to touch the tassel that hung from the necklace. Josh stepped closer. “They are prayer beads, or mediation beads some call them.” He said in response to your touch. The events of this morning have your mind diving into unknown waters. You thought about how angelic and full of light Josh was. Would he be the same in bed? The giver, being gentle and careful. Or was there a darker side to him you hadn’t seen? A more dominant and needy side. “Where did you go?” Josh said brushing your cheek.

“Sorry, I am still a little tired.” You shake your head lightly as you snap out of it.

“Well lets get you something to eat. I am sure that will help.” He says moving his fingers from your cheek to your hand. You hum in response as he walks you into the living room. You find Nora and Danny sound asleep on the couches just how you left them. Josh knocks on Jake’s door hearing no response. You check the guest room to find Sam and Hannah had already left, probably worried about their dogs. You meet Josh by the front door. “Well it looks like its just us this morning.” He informs you cheerfully. You both walk out to the Jeep, Josh opening your door for you. Once you are both buckled in Josh reaches over placing a hand on your thigh. You wiggle slightly under his touch. “Sorry.” He quickly pulls his hand away. You grab it and place it back on your thigh, resting your hand on top of his.

“Just friends.” You say meeting him with a smile. He drives you to a little cafe in east Nashville. From its appearance it is much more expensive than somewhere you would take yourself to. He finds a table on the patio and insists on ordering for you. He orders his favorite meal and a tea for each of you. Your waiter brings over the most scrumptious looking crepes, topped with whipped cream and fruit. He hands you each a hot lemon tea with honey.

“Open up!” Josh says insisting he feed you the first bite. You oblige feeling whip cream get all over your lips as he shovels in a large bite.

“Oh my god.” You hum, sinking into your chair in a state of euphoria. “That is amazing!”

“If this place ever closes I am going to need some serious therapy!” He jokes.

You both eat your meals rather quickly, but enjoy time talking while you sip your tea. You discuss your job and explain how you got into bartending. Leaving out the particularly depressing parts for now. Josh talks about how the band got started and how he attempted to leave it all behind for film. He eventually asked how you and Nora ended up in Nashville. You decided to tell him the full truth. He sat across from you with nothing but comfort and care in his eyes. He was so easy to talk to. Even when discussing the darkest parts of you.

“Well I am grateful Nora drug you out here!” He said as you finished your story.

“Me too.” You smiled at him. “I love our life here.”

You went on to discuss your hobbies and extra circular activities. You related on your love of nature and camping.

“We need to plan a group camping trip before we get back on the road!” Josh exclaimed.

“That sounds like a total blast!” You agreed. He paid the bill and you walked back toward the Jeep. “Do we have to head back to the house right away?” You asked.

“No! What do you have in mind?”

“Could we go for a walk?”

“Yeah, I know of a little walking trail near the house.”

You drive to a quiet park. You hop out of the car. Josh takes your hand and brings you over to the trail. You walk the loop a few times when you notice a young woman sitting on a bench staring at Josh. You remove your hand from his and nod is her direction. Josh follows your cue. “I spy a fan.” You tease him. He shots her a smile and a short wave. She takes that as her opportunity to approach.

“Hi, I am so sorry to bother you!” She begins. “I am a huge fan! I can’t believe I am just running into you here like this. I love Greta Van Fleet so much! You guys are my favorite band, I have tickets for 3 of your up coming shows.”

You chose to stay a few steps behind Josh giving them some privacy.

“Thank you so much. We are so excited to see everyone’s beautiful faces again.” He says offering her a hug. She looks about in tears as he pulls away. “Would you like to take a picture?”

“If you don’t mind!” The woman squeaked in response.

“Not at all!” He responded turning back towards you. He flashed you a smile. “Honey, do you mind taking a photo for us?”

The young woman hands you her phone and you snap a few photos of them. She thanks you as you hand her phone back to her.

“I look forward to seeing you at the upcoming shows!” Josh says returning back to you and taking your hand once more. You continue on your walk.

“You are so sweet to your fans!” You say in awe of his behavior.

“Well of course! We would be nothing with out them!”

You finish your walk and Josh drives you back to his place. When you return you see Nora and Danny sharing coffee on the couch. You take a seat next to Nora, while Josh sits next to Danny. He places a hand on his back. “How ya feeling buddy?”

Danny sets his coffee down and throws a pillow to each ear. “No noise!” He said through a groan. Laying back down on the couch. You all laugh at his response.

“I can take you ladies home whenever.” Josh offered.

“Now would be great.” Nora said in a grumpy tone. You nudged her. “Please!” She attempted to correct her tone.

You each collect your things. Returning to Josh’s room to change back into your sweater. You fold the t- shirt and set it on his dresser. He meets you in the car.

“You could have held on to the shirt.” He said confused as to why you changed.

“It’s okay. I can leave it here as my sleepover shirt.” You chirp back.

“Can we go?” Nora cried laying down in the back seat.

“Did you sleep okay?” You ask searching for a reason for her unusually rude tone.

“I slept fine until I woke up to what I can only piece together was Jake and Jita having shower sex!” You and Josh burst out in laughter. “It is not fucking funny!” Nora covered her ears as if they had been injured from what she heard that morning.

“I apologize on behalf of my brother. We have all probably gotten a little too comfortable living on a bus together.” Josh said through his laughter.

Josh drops you off at your apartment. Nora rolls out of the car and stumbles into the apartment. You stay behind to thank him for everything. He pulls you into a hug and places a kiss on your forehead.

[krikeymate]

What do you want to happen for scream 7, mainly for Sam and Tara obv, and what do you think will happen for scream 7 Sam and Tara?

This is all from taking exactly what is seen in the movies, no consideration of my additional analysis or headcanons.

What's most important for me to see in 7:

Another sister-focused story.

Sam & Tara in sync and working together.

They end the movie alive and together.

What I really want to see:

Their mother appears. I don't care if she's Ghostface or just a red herring. I want her to be a bitchy POS here to cause problems. You could even make her a Jennifer Jolie type character.

A continuation of Tara struggling with her trauma & her being angry at her mother. I actually think Sam is more likely to try and get along with her than Tara; Tara is emotional and reactive.

At least one scene of Sam doing something 'adult' that quickly falls apart - I'm imagining something along the lines of putting together flatpack furniture that looks finished and then collapses, or having a phone call and then hanging up and bitching about whoever was on the other end only for them to say I'm still here and she had missed the end call button.

Just more affection between the sisters. There wasn't enough physical contact in 6.

Tara going absolutely apeshit. She see's Sam is seriously hurt, or even thinks she's dead, and she just loses it. She goes all 'Sam' on the Ghostface.

The location staying in New York.

What I really don't want to happen:

Return of Sidney. The situation with Neve sucks, but 6 did not need Sidney, it allowed Sam to shine, and I do not want Sidney to come back to be honest. I think Kirby is going to exist as a legacy substitute for her, and I think that works well.

Sam & Tara being pushed apart or feel like they are growing apart. Or their deaths obviously.

A pregnancy plot. The number of people who I see talking about either of them being pregnant is wack, especially Tara.

No more Stu references. I'm tired of Stu is alive truthers.

Other thoughts:

I think if we get a return to Woodsboro then I could see a Martha Meeks opening kill over a Christina kill. Side note, Reddit seems to love her character and I do not get it.

I don't mind the Billy hallucinations, unlike a lot of people it seems, but I don't think we need them in 7. We know Sam's meds do work, it acknowledges that this prevents the hallucinations. A nice small way to show her development is that she doesn't see him any more. You could even have a moment where Sam kind of wishes she could see him so he could give her advice - even though that advice is actually from the darker parts of herself she doesn't want to acknowledge.

The general assumption is that 5-6-7 are going to be a trilogy, but no-one responsible has actually outright said that. I would love for at least one more movie after 7 with a focus on the sisters.

I don't think we'll get a 'mastermind' reveal.

I think Chad should die in 7. I've spoken about this before, but the emphasis on Chad being strong and a jock just means he isn't the type of character to run from a Ghostface. Given how they've injured him in the past 2 movies as well, they've got to find a balance between 'well he's already had worse' and 'you were already stretching the realms of disbelief but this is actually ridiculous'. Older fans are already sour that they didn't kill any returning characters in 6, but they were happy to kill Dewey in 5. So there's that to take into consideration. HOWEVER, I could genuinely see them not killing any of the C4 and I wouldn't hate that. The thing is, when Dewey died, it was 25 years later, he was 50. This guy lived a full life. Our Core 4 are so young.

Mindy should get to make it to Act 3 with Chad being taken out of the running earlier.

I would like some Danny & Tara shenanigans.

I would also really like for Tara to be the actual end target of the Ghostface for reasons related to her instead of Sam. That could be hard to pull off, but I would love for a sibling of Amber's to show up and try to kill Sam because Tara killed their sister, just for the line Amber loved you, and you killed her for it. Great opportunity for Tara to finally acknowledge Amber and her anger at her and just call her a crazy bitch. They wouldn't do that though, we just had a revenge plot. But if they did, the sibling could be hidden in plain sight never seen by our protagonists and only side characters just like Mrs Loomis in 2. ALSO, I'm actually writing something that references this, but we all assume that Christina hates Sam/loves Tara, but what if it's actually the other way around. I think it could be spun that she wants Sam to be Billy 2.0, and Tara gets in the way of that. It would be a reach, but I think it could happen.

Anyway, it's virtually impossible to speculate on 7 until it's actually well underway and we have details to scrutinize.

[asleep-in-the-keep-sideblog]

Asleep In The Keep: A DP x BNHA fic

Summary: A meeting is called to discuss the Vigilante Phantom

Word count: 2185

Chapter 7: Meeting Topic: Phantom

7/?

It had been a few hours after the Stain and Phantom incident. Every hero who had interacted with the unknown vigilante was called for a meeting after they discussed what would be done with The Hero Killer. Taishiro, the BMI hero: Fat Gum, had been waiting 3 hours in a white hallway. He could’ve gone home, washed off the grime and mental weight of the day, but he was plagued with a prickling anxiety. He was one of the only heroes who talked with the boy, so his information and perspective was critical.  

The office doors swung open and a small cluster of drones in suits exited.  

“The meeting will start in a few minutes” A woman by the door called out to the hallway. She turned back inside but left the door open. There were only a few other people, all of them heroes, in the hall waiting with him. Most of them were in their civilian clothes, but like him, the rest were still draped in their hero costumes.  

No one moved for a moment, so Taishiro decided it must be him to make the first move. In stilted motions, he got up and approached the open door. The doorway was wide and tall to accommodate those with larger physiques. Taishiro had already shed the weight of his quirk earlier that night and went through without fuss. There were people still remaining in the room. They all had tired expressions, as if being there sucked all life out, which made sense as they were previously discussing The Hero Killer. At the front of the table was Endeavor, and although he always looked angry to Taishiro, on his face was a mirrored expression with everyone else, although he hid it well. Taishiro quickly found an empty seat and silently sat down. The others from the hallway followed in silently. Noise didn’t even exist in the room, it was like even the air held its breath, even the chairs were quiet as people settled in, due to the carpeted floors. The room had the atmosphere of a high school detention. But the situation was much more serious than a prank on a teacher.  

A few other heroes were already in the room alongside Endeavor. From how Taishiro understood it, they were there when the Hero Killer was defeated. The other occupants of the room were an official from the Hero Commission, two cops judging from their demeanor (one with a dog head), and surprisingly enough, the principal of UA (or maybe that should be expected considering his intellect and that 3 students were involved). After everyone filed in from the hallway, the women shut the door and sat beside the official.  

That was the queue for the official to start talking, she stood up like how a king would address his court, and announced, “I am Jin Makoto, I will be the acting representative of the Hero Commission.” Her voice was monotone, but strict. Her face was apathetic, but Taishiro got the impression that it was from boredom. Although she dressed professionally, her blue hair in half-up box braids and wearing a black tailored suit, her eyes were sunken and puffy from lack of sleep.  

“As you all should know, we are here to discuss the new vigilante known as 'Phantom'” her eyes scanned across the room and not a pair of eyes strayed from her, “Some of you may be wondering why him? Why is this vigilante so special? These are the wrong questions. They question him alone , not the overall picture that he is a part of” She gave Endeavor a pointed look, “there have been 'sightings'” she rolled her eyes at the phrase, as if they were discussing bigfoot, “all over Hosu earlier tonight. He appeared to be entirely focused on doing rescue missions and was able to travel between locations at a speed comparable to Hawks.” A few gasps filled the room. Ms. Makoto coughed to get their attention back, “If it was just this issue, a meeting would not be necessary, as we could easily counteract him and 'bring him to justice''” she let her annoyance slip through, “However, and I’m sure some of you have guessed, that was not the only quirk he has exhibited.” She finished and she let the gravity of what she just said sink into the room.    

The pin dropped, and then suddenly heroes erupted in questions, even Taishiro gasped. The only ones who remained quiet were principal Nezu, who had not said anything during the meeting, and the heroes left over from the Stain meeting, who all bowed their heads to the ground.  

“Are you sure this is the case? What if you are mistaking him for a bunch of different people?” A hero, whose name escaped Taishiro, rang out in the clamor. It was a valid question, one that even Taishiro could reason out. Of course, a person couldn’t have more than one quirk, unless it was a natural combination of their parents, but judging from how Ms. Makoto stated it, left little room that this was the case. He remembered his run in with the vigilante. The chill he got when he looked into the boy’s eyes and maw... A shiver ran along his spine.   

She looked at the hero in annoyance, as if she was upset at him for not taking her word, “Although each encounter was brief, they are all consistent in how he was described. An adolescent appearing roughly 17-18 years of age, white floating hair, and blue skin wearing a black & white hazmat suit. There is also the matter of his involvement with the Hero Killer.” The room once again plunged into silence.  

Although they weren’t allowed to be on their phones or look at any media outlets before the meeting, they all were aware of the defeat and subsequent capture of the Hero Killer. That kind of thing you can’t put a lid on, but it was tight. The only information that anyone knew was that 3 UA kids happened upon Stain and Endeavor had defeated the villain. There was no mention of a possible accomplice.  

“This meeting is of course confidential, but what I’m about to say doesn’t exist outside of this room. The person responsible for the defeat of Stain,” she paused letting the tension build, “is Phantom.” 

More gasps filled the room as everyone turned to Endeavor. He sat rigidly, the stature of pride and strength. If he felt anything about that statement, he didn’t let it show.  

“Wait, doesn’t that mean he’s on our side?” Another hero spoke out. This time Taishiro did recognize him, he was the Normal Hero: Manual. “All you’ve said was that he rescued people and defeated Stain? I was even one of the people he saved.” other heroes spoke up in agreement. Taishiro would have liked to join him, but their previous interaction repeated in his head. How the boy sought him out. How he tried to needle information from him. How it all felt like a trap.   

“He’s just some hopeless kid who wants to be a hero! Sure, he expressed it by becoming a vigilante, but I don’t think all this fanfare is necessary. Just catch him and give him a slap on the wrist. He obviously has the chops to become a hero.” a different hero replied, shooting a challenging glare towards Makoto. More heroes, presumably the ones who were saved by him, started shouting in protest. The once somber attitude of the room tore open and was replaced by a chaotic protest.  

Makoto looked calm like she expected this to happen. She just looked at them all blankly and put a finger to her lips. Silence . The heroes’ mouths were still moving, but after a second, they all looked around the room, confused at one another.  

“Perhaps I should reintroduce myself. I am Jin Makoto from the Hero Commission. My quirk is Volume. And I will have your attention.” She glared at the hero who started it all. Everyone returned to their seats and looked down like kids who just got reprimanded. Makoto made a small satisfied smirk, “Good. Now if you all use your heads and remember what I had said before about asking the right questions. Maybe I should rephrase one; why is He special? Why does he have multiple quirks? And now that you know more about the context, why did he defeat the Hero Killer.” 

It clicked.   

“I’m sure you all are also aware of the ‘Nomu’, as they’ve been called,” the heroes looked at each other in confusion at the term, “These multi-quirked individuals some of you fought. You don’t know this, or at least you shouldn’t since you were not permitted to access the internet, but they are confirmed to be from the League of Villains.” She turned toward Taishiro, “Fat Gum, tell them about your interaction with Phantom.” 

Taishiro stood up and with a sure voice explained what had happened with Phantom.  

“At first, I thought he was an innocent kid playing hero. I was playing along but was taking him in the direction of the authorities when he started asking me questions about other heroes. During the conversation his demeanor changed, and I saw him for what he was. His aura was suffocating, and it felt like death. I asked him to display his quirk, to gauge how dangerous he was. He showed me that he can go intangible, but now I understand that wasn’t his only quirk. Although I was the one leading, everything about it felt like walking into a trap. I was about to forcefully take him in when the explosions started happening. Then he was gone.” Taishiro sat back down. 

It was with his statement that made it finally click for the other heroes. They all looked pale.  

It felt like a trap.   

A hero brave or stupid enough to break the silence whimpered out, “Do we at least have any leads?” Everyone anxiously looked towards Makoto.  

“None at this moment” defeat filled the room, “There is no record of anyone with his characteristics with any of the quirks he displayed that we could find, except for one quirk and phenotype,” she looked pointedly at Endeavor, “But that has been ruled out. We also want to warn you, Phantom's face is unknown, and therefore he could be blending in. His appearance isn’t too outlandish to stick out, especially in the denser mutant-type quirk locations”  

“How do you not know what he looks like? He wasn’t wearing a mask and I clearly remember seeing his face?” Manual asked.  

“Well, what did he look like?” Makoto looked at him expectantly, her head slightly tilted in a condescending manner.  

“Well…” Manual started but trailed off, “I can’t remember…”  

“As I thought. We had sketch artists draw up approximations of what he looks like, however while there was a common face and head shape, his features were vague at best. Every time someone described him, they expressed confusion. They all stated they couldn’t remember what he looked like, as Manual just demonstrated.” Manual had the courage to look embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck. “We held this meeting to say to be on guard if you spot him. Do not engage and follow at a close distance. You must call in support with the code: It is cold outside; and heroes in the surrounding areas as well as a special ops team will aid in his capture. We must all treat this with the utmost diligence. A general announcement will be issued to other heroes who were not in the meeting today, but everything that was discussed in this room, stays in this room under penalty of license removal or a long trip to Tartarus” Her eyes were steady, poisonous.  

Loud footsteps were heard outside and then the door slammed open. In the door frame, was a tiny stick man who looked even smaller when compared to the size of the door. He looked on the brink of death and wore a suit that was 3 sizes too big on him.  

“Ah, Mr. Yagi. You’re early.” Her lip twitched. She turned towards the rest of the heroes, “And with that, the meeting is adjourned. Most of you do not have the clearance for the next meeting.” All the heroes nervously started to leave, the cop and principal Nezu reminded seated, along with two heroes, one being Endeavor and the other a short old man Taishiro didn’t recognize, “That includes you, Endeavor.” She looked smug. Endeavor looked shocked (as much as a man with default RBF could), but left without a word, pushing past some of the other heroes in his way.  

Taishiro followed after, but stole one more glance towards the meeting room, trying to puzzle out what their next topic was. Nothing came to mind. Taishiro was too exhausted from the day and all that happened. He turned around and walked out.  

He needed to get some sleep.

[streamsofstardust]

Call the Hunters

in collaboration with @tlexx

Chapter 5:

word count: 4,751

content warnings: cursing, more asshole jake, detailed descriptions of violent acts (including gore), homicidal ideation/threats, threats, emotional moments, mentions of past trauma, very minor physical fighting, danny being soft, non-sexual use of restraints, mentions of death

a/n: not much to say for this one. lots of emotions being shared, jake is still a dick, danny is my sweet baby, and magic is really cool. happy hunting🖤

Yelena followed Daniel out of her bedroom and into the living room where Jake was waiting rather impatiently. She gave him one brief glance, not allowing any emotion to show on her face. She was done letting him believe he frightened her; she refused to give him the satisfaction. Walking past him, she grabbed her cloak, a different one than she had been wearing the past few days, which had gotten horribly filthy. 

She looked between the two hunters, disgust filling her body at the sight of Jake, and something she could only describe as minor disappointment as she looked at Daniel. She couldn’t get over what she saw just moments before. Part of her truly believed they had made some sort of progress, especially after he opened up to her, but apparently not. Any semblance of trust that had been building evaporated at the sight of Daniel’s hand reaching for that arrow. 

There was a profound feeling of sadness at the realization that she had been right to be concerned by Jake’s arrival. Daniel hadn’t easily given in to his older brother, but it was foolish to believe he would have put up a genuine fight. Daniel knew his place, and Yelena felt ridiculous for thinking that would have changed.

“I don’t suppose either of you will give me a moment to bathe myself?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

Jake rolled his eyes, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Your comfort or lack thereof is the least of my concerns, witch. We have somewhere to be. Stop stalling or you’ll find those shackles wrapped around your flesh once more.”

Daniel sighed at his brother’s comment. “Jake.” A warning, but one that likely held little weight.

Jake looked over at Daniel. “I said I wouldn’t kill her, I said nothing about being kind. She’s gotten more than enough of that from you lately, I presume.” He smirked at the end of his sentence. He fully planned on tormenting Daniel about his feelings towards the witch.

Yelena scoffed, muttering under her breath, “Barbarians.”

As the trio walked out of the cottage, Yelena turned around to get one last look at her home. She had no idea when she’d see it again, if she’d see it again. She couldn’t even be certain she’d be alive this time tomorrow. 

She kept her distance from the two men, allowing Jake to lead the way. Daniel had looked back at her a few times while they were walking, his face much softer than it had been while he was alone with his brother. He wanted to speak to her, to provide an explanation as to why he didn’t argue more about going back to the kingdom, but he didn’t. She refused to spare him a single glance, and for whatever reason, it wounded him. 

No one was speaking, and the silence was deafening. There was a thick tension surrounding the three of them, and a bit of fear towards Jake. Neither Daniel nor Yelena would openly admit the latter, though. 

Two hours of quiet walking became unbearable for the witch. Yelena was tired, angry, and even a bit hurt, and all she wanted to do was get some rest. She loudly groaned upon realizing she hadn’t even been home long enough to enjoy the comfort of her bed, a fact that only made her angrier at the whole situation.

“What could you possibly be complaining about, witch?” Jake asked, not even turning around to speak to her directly. 

“Just thinking about how I was home for no longer than a few hours before you decided to show up and rip me from my safe haven once again.” She spoke with a smile on her face, the anger in her voice clear as day. “Tell me, hunter, do you find pleasure in torturing those around you with your presence?”

Jake stopped walking the moment she finished her sentence, causing Daniel and Yelena to follow suit. Daniel looked between the two, his hand slowly reaching for the dagger on his right hip just in case. Jake was eerily quiet for less than a minute before he turned around, a terrifying grin plastered on his face. He stared into Yelena’s eyes and inched towards her as if he was a predator instilling fear in his prey. In a way, he was.

“Occasionally.” He answered, stepping closer to the witch, leaving mere inches between them. Jake’s breath tickled her neck, eliciting a cascade of shivers up her spine. “But I find much more pleasure in killing those who disrespect me. Slowly, methodically. Watching as the last bit of light slips from their eyes. Listening for that final breath of life.” 

Yelena was stunned into silence, having no ability to conceal her fear this time. Even Daniel was in shock, never having heard his brother speak so horribly. All four of the hunters had killed their fair share over the years, but they never enjoyed it. For a while, they’d mourn the loss of life, wishing wholeheartedly things were different. But Jake’s words, his horrifying and brutal words… 

Daniel didn’t know what had happened, but the man before him wasn’t his brother. He simply couldn’t have been, unless someone had done something so awful to him it changed him entirely. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t find any words at that moment. 

Jake smirked, an evil looking expression taking over his face. He was enjoying the fact that he had clearly frightened Yelena, and stunned his brother into silence. He basked in it, actually, smug and disgustingly prideful. With nothing else to say, and a metaphorical win under his belt, Jake scoffed and turned around, resuming his walk.

Yelena was frozen in her spot, her thoughts racing a mile a minute. It didn’t matter that Jake had explicit instructions not to kill her, she couldn’t find it in herself to fully believe he’d listen to that. She could no longer deny that she was terrified of the hunter. The lack of rest she had been getting, the constant running, and the stress of everything that had been going on was getting to her. She was exhausted in every sense and on the verge of collapsing. She didn’t know how much more she could take. 

Daniel hesitated to continue walking, finding it impossible to not look back at Yelena. He couldn’t blame her for being so frightened of his brother; he was feeling the same way. The difference was Daniel suspected something was off with Jake, and Yelena couldn’t have known that. As far as she was aware, he truly was that horrific. 

Daniel wanted to console her, tell her that everything would be fine, that she was safe. But in all honesty, he wasn’t sure that was the truth. He wanted it to be more than anything, but even Daniel had his doubts stemming from his brother’s abnormal behavior.

Eventually Yelena calmed herself enough to walk, keeping a wide distance between her and the hunters. She felt all of the anger and frustration of the past few days clawing its way through her body. She wanted to scream, to collapse to her knees on the ground and scream at the sky until her lungs exploded and her throat was raw. She hated this feeling, hated that these hunters had seemingly destroyed her life in the blink of an eye. 

She wasn’t sure what the appropriate action would be: drop to the ground and sob, or use her magic against the hunters and kill them where they stood. She felt the rage bubbling up inside her, an unfamiliar feeling that she had typically done so well to ignore was preparing to consume her. This time, she considered allowing it. 

Yelena knew what came with being a gray witch- her access to black magic. She knew how quickly she could become the very monster they all believed her to be. She spent her entire life finding a balance between black and white, light and dark, to prevent that very perception from clouding the minds of those around her. But after everything she had been dealing with lately, she felt less and less inclined to continue doing so.

She wanted to destroy the hunters. To tear them limb from limb and cause them a degree of pain they had never imagined in their lives. She wanted to be that monster that haunted the dreams of the mortal children. She wanted to cause that pain and destruction. To burn everything they knew and loved to the ground without a second thought. They had caused her plenty of pain, now it was time for them to get a taste of their own medicine. 

It was easy for her to picture herself ripping Jake’s head from his shoulders. To torture him extensively, watching as the blood poured from deep gashes on his body. To watch his own brothers’ faces twist in agony as they witnessed her completely eviscerate their leader. The hunters were nothing compared to her. They relied on weapons and wit to get them by. She had power beyond their wildest dreams. They had no idea what she was truly capable of.

And yet when she moved to think about ending Daniel’s life… she couldn’t.

For some reason, Yelena felt a pang in her chest at the thought of hurting Daniel, especially after all she had learned about his past. He’d been through plenty of hardships and trauma, events of immense pain that she believed shaped him to be the man he was. She couldn’t be angry at that, or rather she didn’t want to be. Jake was a completely different story though. 

Daniel, despite capturing her in the first place, had helped her and cared for her in his own way. He was thoughtful for the most part, even kind at times. She wanted to hate him, she wanted to have nothing but pure disgust for him in her heart. But the longer she spent time with him, the more she realized she just… couldn’t. 

Regardless, she was furious. Furious that he didn’t fight Jake more. Furious that he didn’t stand up for himself. Furious that he was so quick to follow in Jake’s monstrous footsteps. She didn’t think Daniel would kill her on his own volition, but she saw how he reached for the arrow. She couldn’t help but think if Jake demanded him to fire that arrow straight into her heart, he would.

After a few hours, the sun had gone down and it was clear it was no longer safe to walk. No one had spoken since Jake made his earlier comments, and the tension was palpable. Jake had stopped walking first, resting his hands on his hips and looking around. 

“Right, well. Time to set up camp.” Jake said, completely unphased by the silence that had consumed the three of them. 

“Did you not judge me for doing the exact same thing?” Daniel bravely spoke.

“I’d advise you against making comments right now, Daniel. And don’t think for a second this is the same thing. The minute the sun begins rising we’re heading out.” 

“Fine. But we’ll need a fire.” Daniel looked at Yelena and called her name, noticing how small she appeared. She looked up at the hunter, her eyes glazed from having zoned out completely. “Can you make a fire for us?” His question was posed softly, not wanting to come off demanding when she was clearly out of it. She nodded, lifting her left hand in preparation of conjuring a small flame to keep them warm.

“Absolutely not.” Jake spat, lifting his pointer finger in Yelena’s direction. “I’m not sitting here while the witch casts spells.” Yelena furrowed her brows at his words. 

“I’ll grab firewood, and Daniel, you can babysit.” Jake left no opportunity for a response from his brother or Yelena. He turned around and walked further into the forest on his own, his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword sheathed at his hip.

Daniel figured that with Jake gone, it would be a good time to speak with Yelena about what happened at her cottage, to give an explanation that he knew she wanted. The problem was, he didn’t even know where to begin.

“Yelena.”

She was sitting on a tree stump, refusing to look at him. There was too much going on in her head. The loss of peace, the possibility of never going back to her home, the uncertainty of what was to come. And Daniel. How could he go from sharing such a personal and intimate detail of his life with her and then moments later reach for that arrow? She couldn’t look at him, certainly couldn’t speak to him. Especially not without exploding and the last thing anyone needed was a witch who couldn’t control her magic. She didn’t want things to get that out of hand.

“Yelena, please look at me.” Daniel was almost begging. He could see the gears turning in her head, and could tell how hurt she was. 

She lifted her hand, conjuring her powers without the need for a single incantation, and swirled her fingers, the magic flowing in between them. She hadn’t even looked in the hunter’s direction, but she saw in her peripheral vision that he had ceased moving towards her. 

“I highly recommend leaving me alone, hunter.” Daniel was taken aback at her tone. She hadn’t referred to him as that in some time now. He didn’t listen though, despite being slightly worried about how she might use her magic against him. He felt she’d be justified in whatever she chose to do, but he was tired, physically and mentally, and just wanted to have a civil conversation. 

He continued slowly walking towards her, his hands raised in front of himself to not come off as a threat. “Yelena, please let me explain. I know you must have heard something Jake and I discussed, and I-”

Yelena whipped her head around to face him. “You what?!” She stood up, walking towards him much faster than he had been moving. “What you could possibly say, Daniel? I heard everything. Every. Fucking. Word. I saw the way you rolled over like a pathetic dog the second Jake got you alone. The big bad hunter is just so scared of his brother, huh? You didn’t even try to argue with him. Just accepted his word as the final say. I don’t consider us friends, hunter, but I didn’t think you’d sell me out that fucking quickly.”

Daniel had yet to make another attempt to speak. He could tell there was more she wanted to say, so he gave her the chance to do so. 

“You don’t understand what it’s like to be on the run all the time. You have no idea what it's like to be hunted for sport just because you’re different, because you’ve been blessed with the ability to do things others can’t.”

“Yelena, ple-” Daniel started.

“No! Just shut up and listen!” She felt the anger coursing through her body, an unstoppable warm fire spreading over every inch of her. If she was in the right frame of mind, she’d be worried about it, but she wasn’t. He closed his mouth and waited for her to continue, as if it was against his own will.

“You and your remorseless, evil, brothers have taken everything from me! My home, my family, my life, my fucking sense of self. Everything. And you do it because what? It’s your job? Do you know how many people have been hurt? Killed? Just for being like me? You ruin lives without a single shred of care because ‘it’s your duty.’ Well you know what, Daniel? I don’t care. I’m done. I thought for a moment that maybe there could be peace, or at least some sense of civility between us, but clearly I was wrong. It was stupid of me to think a hunter could ever give a shit about someone like me.”

The fire was spreading, and she could feel it subconsciously, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Daniel saw as the color of her eyes began to change, a bright glow overtaking the soft sage green of her irises more and more the further enraged she became. He knew it had something to do with her magic, but he didn’t think she’d take well to him interrupting her to point it out.

Yelena moved even closer to the hunter, only a mere foot of space separating the two, and continued yelling at the hunter. 

“All I wanted, all any of my people have ever wanted, was to be left alone! We’ve done nothing to you! And yet for centuries you’ve been slaughtering us and I’m tired of it! I’m so fucking- UGH!”

Yelena shoved Daniel as she finished her sentence. He barely moved, as she was a fraction of his size, and though he initially moved his hands to stop her, he lowered them, realizing she needed to get her frustration out. She continued the action, switching between shoving the hunter and punching his chest over and over.

“Fight back hunter! I could kill you if I wanted to!” She shouted at him.

“No, Yelena. I’m not going to fight you.” His voice was soft and he spoke calmly, hoping she’d do the same soon enough.

“Gods, you’re the worst! I should kill you for everything that’s happened!” She continued punching the hunter. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” 

“Yelena.” Daniel’s hands wrapped around her wrists, effectively stopping her hits. She made an attempt to fight back, but it was fruitless. Pounding against his chest, howling as she did. “Yelena, stop.”

“Let go of me you wretched, vile monster!” Yelena twisted her arms, trying to get herself out of his grasp.

“Yelena. Yelena.” Daniel understood being calm was useless, she wouldn’t listen to his voice. “YELENA!” He shouted, shocking her into a stunned silence. The intensity and volume of his voice had her stopping her movements immediately, her eyes returning to their normal shade, but her breathing no less erratic. 

The two stared at each other, Daniel still refusing to let her go. At this point, he was panting just as much as the witch, his own body temperature feeling hotter than normal. Neither of them dared to speak, but when Daniel looked closer at her expression, he noticed tears welling in her waterline, nearly spilling over. 

His own expression softened, feeling a pit in his stomach at the sight. Without giving it a second thought, he pulled her into his chest, holding her tightly. His right hand came up to hold the back of her head, while the other gently rubbed her back. Within seconds, she had begun sobbing, her hands gripping the leathers across his chest as her body shook. 

Daniel let her cry, deciding to stay quiet. He knew Jake would likely be back soon, and he was fully aware that his older brother would have plenty to say about him consoling a witch. He couldn’t find it in himself to care, though. He felt genuine guilt for what had happened, and the animosity that had surrounded the two of them had become a pest to him.

“Yelena, please let me explain myself.” She made no effort to move, nodding her head against his chest and wiping away the last few tears.

“You said you heard everything, but I feel as though you’re not telling me everything. You saw us too, didn’t you?” Yelena froze, feeling like she was caught red handed. She had no actual reason to be embarrassed, but she whispered a soft ‘yes,’ not having the energy to speak at a normal volume.

“Yelena, I wouldn’t- I know you saw me reach for the arrow. I wouldn’t hurt you like that. Not after everything. I hate that it took me so long to realize how bad things have gotten, how out of control, but you’re right about me and my brothers. We’ve hurt too many innocent people in the past and I just… I can’t do it anymore. I’m done hurting people, I promise.” Daniel moved Yelena, separating her body from his so he could look at her directly as he spoke. “I know you don’t know him, but something is wrong with Jake. Something very, very wrong. I don’t know what happened, but the version of him you’ve seen… it’s not him.”

“But you-”

“I know what you saw, I know what you thought. And I know you have no reason to, but I need you to trust me. I need Jake to think I’m on his side right now, okay?” 

“I need to get back home to my brothers. I have to know if what’s happening with Jake has happened to Sam and Josh too. But I knew that if I left you alone, Jake would take advantage of the opportunity to do something awful, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. So please, please, trust me.” He reached up to move a piece of hair that had fallen in front of her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her breath caught in her throat at the action. 

Yelena thought over his words, taking the time to process everything he told her. She could tell there was genuine concern for the well-being of his brothers, there was no doubt about that. She was finding it hard to maintain the anger that had previously consumed her, and as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t find a reason to continue being mad now that he had provided an explanation. 

“Okay.” She whispered, her throat raw from yelling. Maybe revenge wasn’t the best plan for Yelena. Daniel had done enough already to spare her, he may deserve the same understanding that she was receiving from him. “But if I feel threatened by anyone other than Jake, I cannot promise that I’ll hold back.”

“Sam and Josh aren’t like that.” Daniel tried to reason, but he knew that all Yelena could see was the King’s crest branded in their leathers. 

“They are hunters.” She stated plainly, as though it was all the explanation she needed to defend her previous statements.

“But they’re reasonable.” 

“Witch hunters.” She emphasized.

Daniel smiled the slightest bit, a breath of a laugh fluttering past his lips. “So am I.”

Yelena looked up at him, searching for any sign not to trust him. It would be easier that way. She grew up being told that hunters were the most vile, wretched, unsavory of men; yet when she searched his face all she saw was kindness. 

“Just don’t leave me alone with them, Daniel.” The two stared at one another, taking in every detail of each other's face. A warmth spread through Yelena’s body that was foreign and indescribable, but she did know it made her feel happy. Happier than she had felt in years.

The sound of breaking tree branches made Yelena and Daniel separate frantically, they would not allow Jake to find them like this. It was too dangerous. 

“You should be sitting, witch.” Jake appeared from the shadows, a stack of firewood piled in his arms, looking calm and unbothered. The hunters were fit and skilled, and that made Jake all the more threatening to a witch.

“Yes, sir.” She teased with a roll of her eyes. There was no point to fight Jake anymore, not for her sake but more for Daniel’s. Looking over at Daniel, she noticed the smallest twitch of his lips at her sass. The crooked smile that took place on his face was endearing, and she couldn’t deny she enjoyed the sight of it.

Jake scoffed, throwing the wood on the ground. Her change in demeanor, being more calm, pissed Jake off. He liked her terrified, preferred her in that state, actually, and he relished in her fear. Now he was left disappointed and agitated.

Daniel avoided Jake’s questioning gaze. It was evident Jake was able to tell that the two had spoken, but he didn’t care enough to pry - it wasn’t worth his time.

“Danny, do me a favor and watch your… pet.” Jake knelt down, forming a fire pit in the center of camp. Daniel didn’t comment, choosing to sit on the ground while keeping his eyes on Yelena. He was hardly bothered by the orders he received from his older brother. 

“Oh, I’m a pet now? Well, let me show you some of my tricks.” Yelena crossed her legs, one over the other, and with a sassy point of her right index finger, a roaring fire erupted around the wood Jake had dropped. 

Jake jumped back, showing an emotion he hadn’t yet - fear. Magic was something that he couldn’t explain, and the unexplainable was the root of all fear. 

Daniel stifled a giggle, covering his mouth with one of his hands, a direct opposition to Yelena’s loud laugh, a mistake on both of their parts. Jake got up quickly, making a direct line towards Yelena. If it wasn’t for Daniel’s just as swift reflexes, Jake would have had his hands tightly around the witch’s neck. 

Daniel held his brother back, keeping his back to Yelena, but Jake had his black eyes locked on her. Spit flew from his mouth, skin red as the flames by his ankles, finger threateningly pointed at Yelena. “I said no magic!”

“Jake!” Daniel tried the same tactic he used on Yelena, yet this time it had little to no use. Jake grew angrier, pulling from Daniel’s grasp to knee him in the stomach. Daniel toppled over, having no choice but to let go of his brother. Yelena shifted in her seat, ready to rush over to him, but was barely able to move an inch before she was attacked by the older hunter.

It only took Jake two steps to get Yelena in his grasp. One hand choked her, while the other pulled her hair. Yelena looked in his eyes to try to find some sense of humanity, but there was nothing there. He was seemingly void of a soul.

“If it wasn’t for the King, I’d happily let your blood stain my boots.”

“Yeah?” She choked out. “Calling me a pet, but look at you. You’re such a good boy, Jake, listening to orders like a dog.”

Jake choked her harder, taking away her ability to breathe completely. “When he is done using you, it’ll be my hands that take your life.”

“Can’t wait.” Yelena spat through a strangled gasp. She wanted to murder Jake just as much as he wanted to take her life. But when she looked over to Daniel, who was still on his knees looking anxious and confused, his words repeated in her head. ‘This isn’t my brother.’

“Let’s just get you and that pretty little gem back to the King, shall we?” Jake pushed her away from him with a smirk. 

Yelena fell back, gasping as she took in ragged breaths and holding her throat which was undoubtedly going to be bruised. Jake had revealed that he knew, he knew all along what Yelena held in her possession and what it was used for - something she wasn’t even aware of.

“I cannot believe I’m doing this, but I don’t trust you. Either of you. We will be back home an hour after sunrise, then I’ll happily remove you from my body.” 

Jake looked disgusted as he pulled the shackles from the leather belt around his waist. He ripped one of Yelena’s arms in the air, popping her shoulder in the process. Yelena screamed out in pain, causing Daniel to rush forward.

“Jake you’re being ridiculous, stop it!” Daniel tried to reason.

“If it wasn’t for Samuel, you’d have the same fate as your witch.” Jake turned to look at Daniel, securing the shackles without having to look at them. Yelena yelped at the unnecessary harshness he was using against her. Jake pointed at his brother, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. “You’ve betrayed me, Danny, and that won’t be forgotten.”

Yelena and Daniel looked at one another, scared and asking the other for help. It was no use, they should have run when they had the chance. Daniel’s only hope now was that his other brothers would be willing to listen to his desperate pleas for help. No longer just for Yelena; but for his tortured brother, Jake.

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[imtooscaredforthis]

Fixation

Chapter 23: Nuisance

Mentions of: Fighting, Bleeding, Guilt, Bruises, etc.

Tags: @darthwhorecrux @autisticpickle @dead-bxxxtch-walking @froegis

You couldn’t help but feel guilty for the events that happened the previous night. To think you had just started fixing your life up, that you just started your relationship with Jed, and you messed up already. It was humiliating, and you couldn’t help but feel ashamed.

But then again, Jed didn’t know, and it was almost like it didn’t happen. And maybe if you pretended it didn’t, it would just wash away to the back of your mind. Of course, you knew that was impossible, but you could dream.

It just felt like a dirty little secret, and you were sure that’s exactly what Danny- what Ghostface wanted.

And it’s something you weren’t going to let him get the satisfaction out of. So, instead, you kept yourself focused on your work, occasionally having some brief conversations with Jed.

Even though you refused to let Ghostface get the best of you, you still felt slightly guilty whenever you talked with Jed. Whenever he touched you. Whenever he looked at you with those dark, adoring eyes, it hurt. It hurt to know you betrayed him. You promised yourself it would never happen again.

It wouldn’t. And you and Jed were going to go out on a nice date this Friday at that pub with those drinks you always wanted to try, and it would be perfect. Everything would go back to normal, even if you and Ghostface had something else going on.

Wait, what? You shook the thoughts away. You didn’t want this to continue. You knew it shouldn’t continue, especially not with someone like Ghostface.

He was an awful person, a serial killer. Yet he made you feel so good. It felt so wrong that it started feeling right. So sinful and you couldn’t help yourself but indulge in it.

He had given you his name, after all, and you haven’t even turned him in. Haven’t even reported a sighting to the police. Jackson was dead now, there were no more threats, you could walk right up and tip anonymously. Yet, you didn’t want to.

Oh god, what was wrong with you?

“(Y/n). Hey, (y/n)!” Annie called, snapping you out of your thoughts, making you look away from the computer screen and up at her. “It’s time to break for lunch, you coming?”

“Oh, Uhm, yeah.” You stood up from your desk, stepping away from your work, and following her out to the break room.

She opened the door for you, letting you walk in ahead of her, before joining you. “Is everything alright? You seem kind of off. And more distracted than usual.”

“I’m fine, just thinking about my date with Jed, that’s all.” You joked, plastering a smile on your face, and trying to brush it off.

Annie chuckled softly, grinning at you. She couldn’t help but notice that you were lying. That there was something up. But what was it?

And as you began to eat, you let yourself get lost in your head once again. Thinking of the past events and things you had to deal with.

Suddenly there was a small slam on your table, making you jump and look up. It was Jessica. She had smacked her hands down on the table where you were eating.

Of course, when you already had enough to deal with, she had to come around to give you a hard time. You sighed, meeting her icy gaze with tired eyes. “What can I help you with, Jessica?”

“Oh, I think you know what you can help me with, (y/n), you disgusting whore.” She hissed poisonously.

“What did you just say?” Your eyes snapped up to her, expression contorting into something angry and dangerous.“You better watch what you’re saying before I shut your mouth for you.”

This was a bad situation. Jessica was being the jealous psycho she was, and you, who was in the worst mindset for this sort of thing.

“Try me, and while you’re at it, why don’t you get your slutty hands off my Jed.” She seethed back.

“Your Jed? Do you even hear yourself? He doesn’t want you. He’s my fucking boyfriend, for God’s sake.”

That made her lose it and lunge at you, grabbing your hair. You struggled against her, while she began smacking you and clawing at you with those sharp nails of hers. She scratched at your face, practically drawing blood and making you cry out.

“Let me go you crazy bitch!” You hollered, elbowing her in the face, and making her release you before you got some hits on your own.

You managed to get the upper hand, beating her down roughly, punching and punching, before Annie and your other coworkers came in and broke up the fight.

--

After getting thoroughly chewed out by Vincent and your injuries treated, you sat outside the building, while everyone sorted everything out. You had no doubt in the world that you were fired, that you would never have a chance at a career like this again. That it was all over for you.

“Hey, you doing alright?” Jed asked, joining you and sitting beside you on the bench outside.

“Yeah, still a bit pissed, but I’m okay.” You smirked at him, before looking back down at your shoes. “So am I fired?”

“Fired? No way. Well, I managed to talk to Vincent and order some things around, but basically, you’re suspended for the next two weeks, and Jessica is fired.” He explained.

“Oh Jed, you shouldn’t have. You keep on falling on the sword for me and I don’t know how to repay you for that. Like, now I really owe you.” You told him, groaning. You didn’t deserve him at all.

Danny couldn’t help but feel thrilled with what he saw. He always enjoyed this violent side of you. It managed to really do something to him. It really ignited that fire he had burning inside. It was something he found intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but enjoy it. Especially considering how you made her nose bleed, and her once snobby face all bruised, while you yourself had a bit of injuries of your own.

“You don’t owe me anything. Jessica’s psycho. We all know that. You were acting out of self-defense. C’mere.” You scooted closer to him, letting him wrap an arm around you, and press a kiss to your forehead. “It’s all going to be okay, alright?”

You sighed softly, smiling at him. That’s all you wanted to hear. “Okay.”

[unnerving-presence]

Oh I finally have an idea for a request.

Headcanons of The Oni, Ghostface, Michael and Frank getting brutaly killed by the survivor reader because they were fed up with being the hunted one. To the point were the entity doesn't let the reader in trials anymore

this is by far the coolest idea i’ve ever seen thank you for requesting anon!

i’m gonna guess reader isn’t dating them because i imagine that they would rather talk to them about it then… kill them lol.

i’m don’t know how to write murdering people in a cool way because i don’t murder people so i’m sorry if this isn’t that good 💀

this is quite a long chapter, so be aware

Kazan Yamaoka/The Oni:

The last thing he ever expected a survivor to do to him was kill him. He thought that nobody would dare oppose him, considering his large stature and deadly equipment. Though it seemed he was wrong.

He’s very surprised at first. His careless grip on his sword allowing you to easily knock it out of his grasp and take it for yourself. He makes a mental note to never make a stupid move like that again.

He may have had his kanabo, but he couldn’t grab it fast enough as you quickly slashed and stabbed at his body, slicing tendons and breaking skin. It’s obvious you didn’t know how to properly use a katana, but somehow your blind rage made it hurt all the worse.

It was like when he died all over again. Like the mob surrounding him again. Beating him, stabbing him, calling him names. And it seemed you knew exactly where to make it hurt also. Even reopening wounds. It’s quite pathetic that’s he’s dying like this, he thinks. All because he underestimated a survivor and let them catch him off guard.

After the Entity revives him from the dead, he gets quite angry that he even let a survivor lay a finger on him. He takes the time that he has alone to go thoroughly trash his realm. Crushing statues, ripping the foundations off some of the shrines. He messed it up so badly that he had to go to his granddaughters realm so the Entity could fix his up.

He seeks you out after finding that you’re not even allowed in trials anymore. As much as he wants to, he knows he can’t kill you outside of trials. So he takes you to Rin’s realm with him so he can talk with you about why you did what you did.

He can’t speak much english or really understand it, so he has Rin do the talking for him. After you tell him why, he sort of understands. He was like that at some point in his life. Tired of being targeted and treated like an animal. Just don’t do that shit again and you guys will be on pretty good terms. Hes still kind of angry at you though

Michael Myers/The Shape:

It takes a lot to kill someone like him. He’s not an easy target. He’s been burned, beat, shot, stabbed, bit. He’s been through it all, so when you manage to get your hands on something sharp, Michael didn’t really think much of it. How greatly he underestimated you.

He’s not one to visibly show emotion, but damn can you tell that he is angry. How can a shard of glass do this much to him? Why can’t he move his arms? What are you doing to him?

You stab every place you possibly could. His wrists, his neck, his arms, his stomach. Pretty much everywhere. You even stab his eye. The good one i mean. Until you know he’s dead, you’re not stopping your attacks.

He puts up quite a fight, managing to get his hand around your neck before you can stab it. He can’t really do much though, most of his limbs aren’t even functional at this point from how much you’ve stabbed them.

When he’s sent back to his realm alive and well, he quickly seeks you out. He’s going to make you suffer, no matter what the Entity says. Unfortunately the Entity says he can’t hurt you outside of trials. That’s not really stopping Michael though.

Definitely tries choking you to death the second he sees you but a quick stab in the arm from the Entity makes him rethink his actions. Now he just sort of.. stares at you. He probably doesn’t stop until he’s taken into another trial just to make you uncomfortable. Yeah he’s petty like that.

He can only assume that you’re not allowed in trials since he never even sees you in them anymore. This makes him ever the more angry since he can’t even kill you back. He forever holds a grudge against you. Prepared to be stalked from afar until Michael decides to stop being a petty bitch.

Ghostface/Danny Johnson:

I guess this is what he gets for being cocky all the time huh? He’s pretty confident in himself and thought this ‘game’ was well played on his part. The Entity even granted him the favor of killing a survivor. Until he was the one that was being killed.

He does give you a few punches and tries to get you under him, but a quick slash to his abdomen has him on the ground, holding himself up with one hand and desperately trying to search for his knife with the other. Damn it, you have it don’t you?

It takes more to kill him than you thought, but he’s not as tough as most killers. Finally thrusting the knife in through his neck quickly puts him out of his misery. Knowing he’s dead doesn’t stop you from stabbing him a few more times in his chest though.

Apparently he hadn’t studied you as much as he should’ve. He’s very impressed, he has to admit, but he’s been humiliated. In his eyes he has atleast. Looks like he needs to put you in your place and show you who the real killer is here.

Though finding out soon after that you haven’t been seen in any of the other killers trials, he sort of pissed. He can’t even get payback! He’ll probably whine to the Entity about it though he knows she won’t listen.

He’ll keep his distance for now. He’s sort of embarrassed that you, a puny survivor has killed him, a killer. It doesn’t sit right in his head and he’ll probably get a laugh or two if he tells the other killers so he just keeps it to himself.

Still pissed though. If he ever sees you wandering around he might insult you a bit but it’s all he can really do. I wouldn’t get too close though. He might have the courage to give you a stab in the chest if he’s feeling rebellious.

Frank Morrison/The Legion:

I imagine it goes how his mori would. He would try to swing at you but misses as you quickly duck to avoid the attack. He manages to stab your arm as you shove him back. Unlucky for him, his grip loosened on the knife and was now deep into your arm.

The pain didn’t seem to stop you from yanking the knife out of your arm, and giving him a taste of his own medicine, stabbing him in the shoulder and throwing him to the ground. Before he even has a chance to recover, you’re on top of him dragging the knife through his stomach before ripping his mask off and impaling him straight through his mouth.

He doesn’t have much of a chance to fight back. Your anger far surpassing his, caring about nothing more than making him suffer. In the little time he has to think, he wonders why the Entity is even allowing this. More importantly, why are you so damn strong?

He’s sort of scared of you to be honest, and it takes a lot for him to be scared. That look on your face as you clambered on top of him. You looked like you didn’t have even an inch of humanity left in you. Atleast in the moment you didn’t, not when you were so fed up with dying over and over again. He really felt like he wasn’t coming back after knowing you were going to kill him.

He might tell his friends about it, but nobody else. He trusts them enough to take it seriously and to comfort him. As much as a tough guy he is, he’s really just shocked about the whole thing. He’s never the one that has to die, so he’s never thought much about it, but when you’re in a situation like that, he understands how the survivors feel.

He’s sort of glad you aren’t in trials anymore. He doesn’t want his friends to be hurt, and he definitely doesn’t want himself to be hurt if that’s how you’re going to act near him. Though if you do manage to get near him and talk with him, he will start to understand why you did what you did. He’s not sure if he entirely forgives you, but atleast he knows you won’t hurt him again.

[redrobin-detective]

I've got an idea for a crossover between Ben 10, Danny Phantom, and the Justice League you might like.

So basically, when Ben had to put the universe back together he (maybe on purpose, maybe accidentally) changed some things. Mainly, no one remembers who Ben 10 is. Benjamin Tennyson sure, his friends and family still recognize him, but even the Plumbers just have this vague idea of a hero that saved the universe and then disappeared. And Ben is happy about this. It's disappointing not being able to save the day anymore, but he was getting so, so, so tired and really, if he wants to save people he can still do it stealthily.

Except someone does remember. When the universe was destroyed Danny Phantom, High King of the Ghosts (though he'd claim he's only the prince if you asked him) was shunted to the Infinite Realms and only brought back when the universe was restored.

And he finds it very confusing that no one remembers the biggest hero in the universe.

He tracks down Ben and confronts him. He's angry at first, he hates it when people mess with others' minds, but when he gets the situation explained to him he can't really blame Ben. He's been there, and he knows how much it sucks.

So he helps Ben keep his secret, and Ben actually tricks his grandfather into using the Plumbers' influence to disband the GIW on the grounds that 'ghosts aren't real', and they're both happy to have a friend that understands and won't push them to do more than they already are.

It feels like peace, for the first time in years.

That is until the Justice League gets a prophecy from a powerful seer about 'The Hero Who Restored the Universe' and 'Schrodinger's Boy' and start butting there noses into places they shouldn't.

So Ben pulls a Reality Trip on everyone, I can see it. It's weird watching AF and Ben is vaguely known, some people know about him others don't. But that's a whole other rant post. I do feel he and Danny would vibe pretty well and then the JLA comes in like "Hi two superpowered teen boys who could annihilate all life in the universe, do you wants jobs/ new parents??"

[princess-of-the-corner]

It’s been commented that some people aren’t familiar with my OCs and.... yeah that’s fair. So I’m going to post them. 

This will include a picture(either one I drew or made with this picrew), their name, a mini-bio, and what series they are associated with in The Crossover. 

Also rip to if this shows up in tags if you don’t go here welcome to this nonsense!!!!

Name: Ariel Rinn

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug, American Dragon, Code Lyoko

Bio: Called the Dragon Witch of Paris, she runs her shop and keeps the local French Magic Community from self-destructing every few minutes. Incredibly powerful, but a cryptic motherfucker. 

Name: Guy/害

Associated Series: Samurai Jack, Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: Also called ‘Flamethrower Guy’, he’s a Demon with one hell of a pyromaniacal streak. Has a ‘pet’ named Sparky which is a beetle that shoots fire somehow. Very chaotic, and will throw hands with shitty parents. Half-siblings with Ashi. 

Name: Stella Wolfe

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: The braincell of our ‘Chaos Trio’. Homicide detective who fell into the world of Magic, and now keeps getting involved in cases where Magic plays a part. When not working, she’s trying to keep Ariel and Guy on a leash. 

Name: Basil

Associated Series: American Dragon, Danny Phantom, Phineas and Ferb, 

More mature and calm than most of these OCs lmao. He’s a Guardian Dragon off the Midwest USA.

Name: Roxane

Associated Series: American Dragon, Ben 10, MLP:EQG, Kim Possible, Gravity Falls

Bio: Very angry girl and will teach your kids how to swear! In her defense, she deals with a lot of fuckery being the Guardian Dragon of the West USA

Name: Kaimana

Associated Series: American Dragon, Lilo & Stitch

Bio: Very tired coffee addict. They have to deal with not only the usual locals, but the sudden and chaotic local Alien population, plus idiot tourists! 

Name: Daisuke

Associated Series: American Dragon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Shugo Chara, Sailor Moon, Detective Conan, Samurai Jack, Persona 5, Vocaloid.

Bio: He is very grumpy because he deals with so much fuckery as the Guardian Dragon of Japan. Totally denies the fact that he’s pretty much adopted like 20 kids by now lmao. 

Name: Alexander

Associated Series: American Dragon, Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: Guardian Dragon of England. Owns an antique shop they’ve had for so long that it probably didn’t start out antique. 

Name: Vesta

Associated Series: Danny Phantom

Bio: The ghost of a teenage paranormal investigator! Very hyperactive given she’s now the thing that she was investigating. Would let herself be dissected for science.

Name: Aleksandra ‘Sasha’ Masters

Associated Series: Danny Phantom

Bio: Sasha appears in my rewrite of ‘Masters of All Time’. She’s from the alternate Timeline where Jack got hit with the Proto-Portal while Maddie married Vlad instead(and also Vlad is an evil bastard in this Timeline). Sasha is Maddie and Vlad’s daughter. She became a Halfa due to her father’s experiments.

Name: Courtney

Associated Series: Ben 10

Bio: She is a basic white bitch and I love her so much. Captain of the high school’s swim team, and has a future in newscasting. Courtney is a Siren, but is actually unable to sing. She instead uses her Magic to cause radios to play oddly-specific songs to situations she’s trying to feed of the emotions of. 

Name: Diamond Valor

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: Cunning and somewhat smug prosecution lawyer, but is here for the truth, not the win. Her scarf is a good luck charm made by her sister-in-law. 

Name: Beryl Verity

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: Defense lawyer. Typically cutthroat, but knows when to give up. Loves her daughter and supports her career

Name: Isabelle

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: Isabelle goes to an art-focused school, where she hones her acting skills. Despite being a student, she is getting hired for roles in more indie productions around Paris. 

Name: Opal Acuity

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: Sweet and kind, but ruthless in court. A lawyer with a focus on copyright law. Helps Miraculous Merchandising navigate things. 

Name: Jason Jewell

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: A fashion designer and textile engineer in NYC. Basically the Edna Mode for the United Heroes. While he is busy, he makes sure to have time for his husband and daughter. Jason did once have a relationship with Audrey Bourgeois, but broke it off when he found out she was married. 

Name: Rico Avalon

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: Best-selling mystery novelist, and very kind hearted. Can let his imagination get the better of him though. 

Name: Milagros Avalon

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: Milagros is a singer, and would love to have her own band someday. For now, she’s settling for karaoke night with her girlfriend, Aeon. 

Name: Ashley

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: Ashley is an upperclassman at Françoise Dupont, and president of her class. She is very optimistic, no matter what happens. 

Name: Henri

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: Henri is an upperclassman at  Françoise Dupont, and Ashley’s vice president. Though he thinks he’s a bit bland and boring, most people find him quite charming.

Name: Eleanor

Associated Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Bio: An upperclassman at  Françoise Dupont and president of her class. Though a bit of a snob overall, she seems to have a particular bone to pick with Ashley. 

[therenlover]

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

A/n: In the wake of recent life garbage, I have neglected to write a whole fic, and I’m sorry. In the interim, please enjoy this writing exercise I have put together in the hopes of nailing some characters I haven’t written for in the past in time for a larger project I’m working on! Cheers!

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, and Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Mild Misogyny, Mentions of Alcohol/Alcoholism, Mentions of Mental Illness, Non-Graphic Mentions of Death, Minor Spoilers for The Alienist Season One, Minor Spoilers for Goodbye, Lenin!, Spoilers for Rush (2013), Minor Spoilers for The Cloverfield Paradox maybe??? I haven’t actually seen the whole movie, blame Wikipedia if things are wrong. 

Laszlo Kreizler

NO

As the first of all of the Dannys to be put through the ringer, Laszlo Kreizler unfortunately would not survive a holiday with my family.

First of all, this man does not like massive huggy kissy crowds, so he’d already be off his game the second he walked into the packed house. That’s not why he’d die though, surprisingly.  

His downfall would be his status as an Alienist. 

There is simply so much mental illness and childhood trauma present at my family holidays that he would combust within 15 minutes of sitting in a room with all of my relatives.

Even if he were to somehow make it past the introductory phase, my family is nosey as hell, so they’d be grilling him about his arm and his own childhood trauma within the first hour. 

Laszlo, for all of his strength, simply wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

His death wouldn’t come from the initial combustion though. No, it’s not that simple. 

Knowing Laszlo, once he had combusted and entirely lost his composure the first time, he would become extremely intrigued about the interconnected nature of everyones issues with each other and he would start asking questions. 

That’s where the problems would begin. 

Because it’s one thing if my drunk great aunt starts badmouthing her sister at the table for abandoning her 90 year old mother for a lake house with her new boyfriend. That’s fine. 

But when Laszlo hops in and starts picking apart the mommy issues and underlying reasons for their decades long sibling rivalry? 

Oh it would be over for him. 

The yelling would never end. 

And, I have no doubt that Laszlo would start to psychoanalyze whoever started to yell at him, which would only lead to more yelling. 

In the end, someone would throw a probably full and probably fresh out of the oven casserole dish at his head and he’d be unable to defend himself because of his weak arm. 

We’d have to cart him out in a wheelchair and even if he were to technically survive, he’d never come back. 

Therefor, Laszlo Kreizler would fall victim to my family and die before we even got to dessert. 

Alex Kerner

YES

Ah, little baby Alex! A great contender here for holiday survival.

He seems relatively young in comparison to most of the Dannys on this list, though I don’t actually know how old he’s supposed to be. 

Based on his relative youth, he would automatically get points with the fam for not seeming like a creep or sugar daddy. Instead, he could be just about any dude I brought home from college. 

His skillset as a semi-skilled laborer would also earn him some points, seeing as several members of the family are in similar professions.

Alex might get lost in some of the more complex conversations about the local organic scene or the fine details of running a fine art gallery, but he would fit right in with the majority of the younger members of the family, smiling and nodding his way through the conversation. 

His enthusiasm and optimism would brighten the room and leave everyone excited to see him around again. 

There’s also the semi-small detail of him caring for his mother, which would earn sympathy from the older members of the family as they are in charge of caring for my deaf, blind great grandmother. 

Now, all of these aspects have already set Alex up for a successful survival of a holiday dinner with my family, but the real secret weapon he has up his sleeve is what really cements him in place as a survivor. 

What is his secret weapon, you may ask?

Lies.

Alex Kerner is really, really good at lying, and is even better at figuring out increasingly convoluted ways to keep his lies straight. 

If he managed to hide to fuckin’ Berlin Wall coming down from his mother for as long as he did, he could keep a couple of white lies up for appearances if he was asked any potentially embarrassing or weird questions that would make him look bad. 

He could also lie about enjoying my great aunt’s cooking, which is a vital skill for holiday survival in my family. 

Therefor, at the end of the day, Alex Kerner would not only survive a holiday with my family, but he’d probably enjoy it and get invited back for every subsequent holiday he could possibly attend. 

Niki Lauda

NO

Niki is another Danny that falls very firmly into the category of characters that would absolutely not survive a holiday with my family, for many, many reasons. 

First of all, just like Laszlo, Niki is not huge on going to big huggy kissy parties. 

Both adults and children would be all over him the second he walked in the door, which would probably make Niki get very uncomfortable and cagey. 

Little does he know at that point that people aren’t just all over you when you get in the door. 

No, no, no; from the moment you show up to the moment you leave, if you’re at a holiday with my family you are being basically accosted with questions and hugs and conversations that get weirdly personal. 

It doesn’t help that the whole entire house is packed and there are eyes on you at every moment, so he wouldn’t even be able to sneak in a break for air or a cigarette. 

If my own mother can’t sneak out for a smoke when she’s been going to these events her whole life, the new guy who’s still being vetted by the family sure as hell won’t be able to either.

Needless to say, Niki would start to get really, really tired of it all in an hour tops. I’ll give him until dinner at most. 

That’s where things would start getting really sticky.

See, a lovely little fact about the Niki Lauda that lives in my brain, as portrayed by Daniel Bruhl in Rush (2013), is that he’s just a little bit misogynistic. No more than would be period typical, but a little misogynistic.

Another fun little important thing to note is that my family is entirely matriarchal in nature. 

There are only 4 reoccurring male guests at family holidays out of about 20 to 25 guests at each event; My great aunt’s husband of many, many years, the two male siblings my mother has that live in the area, and the young son of one of those siblings. 

Men, specifically boyfriends, simply do not last in my family. They are considered pretty disposable and easily banned from family events after breakups or small mishaps. 

So, not only would Niki not have any other manly men there to chat about sports with over a scotch and a cigarette, he would be surrounded by so much estrogen that he would definitely struggle with his inner asshole even more than usual. 

In fact, we never have sports on, even on Thanksgiving. Poor Niki would be stuck hearing conversations about artisanal candlemakers and how to hand felt a woodland elf puppet.

Back to his downfall, the second he made a slightly sketchy joke about women in the kitchen at the dinner table to my great uncle, his fate would be sealed.

If you thought the yelling at Laszlo would have been bad, this yelling would be ten times worse, because he would be surrounded by like 20 very angry, very defensive, and very strong women waiting to beat the shit out of him and I would not be any help. 

He dug the hole, so he can climb out of it. 

In the end, his death would come when he tried to light a cigarette and calm himself down at the dinner table while trying to rescind his earlier statement, because smoking inside around all the precious textile art? Thats a big no no. 

My great aunt would grab the lighter right out of his hand, light up whatever cocktail she had at the moment, and throw it all directly into Niki’s face.

It would be like crashing his car all over again, only this time he would be surrounded by people who would rather he burn than try to get him out of the situation. 

Moral of the story, Niki would die within the first few hours of a holiday with my family because he made an asshole comment to a room full of women who don’t put up with that shit. Don’t be like Niki, even if you think you won’t get killed for it. 

Andrea Marowski

YES

Andrea is pretty much the polar opposite of Niki here, and I love him for it. 

He is very soft, very kind, very pure, and would never dare to say something rude at the dinner table like a certain racer we all know.

He couldn’t even say something rude if he tried to, because he probably wouldn’t have the English in his vocabulary to say the things he wanted to say even if he intended to say them out loud. 

But let’s be honest here, Andrea would never. 

Even with his limited English, Andrea would appreciate being surrounded by a whole bunch of people who think he’s the sweetest little thing since the invention of cake. 

My great grandmother, despite being almost entirely blind and deaf, would say he looked darling and he would immediately be a member of the family from the moment he stuttered out his thanks. 

Andrea, like Alex, is also relatively young, so he would get points for not being old enough to be my father. 

I feel like, because Andrea was shown living happily in a tiny village by the ocean with two old ladies, he would have an appreciation for craft, so he wouldn’t mind sitting quietly as my great aunt pawns off a handmade blanket from my great grandmother to him. 

He would also happily sit with the younger children and do whatever craft or simple game one of my aunts brought for them that time. 

The cherry on top with Andrea is his skill with the violin. 

My family is one that appreciates fine art a lot, but more than anything we appreciate music. 

I wouldn’t say that any of us are anywhere close to Andrea’s proficiency, but we definitely aren’t terrible, and we all can appreciate the effort, practice, and talent that goes into getting truly good on an instrument like Andrea is on his violin. 

He would be encouraged to play, of course, and he would happily oblige. 

If he felt comfortable enough, I could even see my great uncle grabbing his guitar, my cousin sitting at the piano, and my sister bringing out her own violin to do a little quartet with some simple song they knew as everybody else sang along. 

By the end of the holiday evening, once dinner was served and people were heading to the cars, Andrea would definitely be considered a member of the family. 

Needless to say, he’d survive and pass their tests with better than flying colors, even despite the language barrier. 

Ernst Schmidt

NO

Now, Ernst was probably the most difficult one on this entire list to put into the living or dying category. In the end, though, there were a few things that couldn’t be overlooked that send him into bad territory. 

To be fair, though, he would last the longest out of everyone who would die tragically at one of my family’s holiday gatherings. 

He, like the past two victims, would not be exactly suited for the mushy crowding that’s inevitable when it comes to my family. 

That being said, I think he would deal with it a little bit better than the other two did and would make polite conversation with the family when he could. 

The fact that he was trapped in a packed house filled with drunk people who have several generations worth of beef with each other, though, would start to get him eventually. 

If we consider all of the shit that happened while he was in space to be canonical minus, you know, the earth getting really fucked up, he would probably start to go a little bit nuts while packed together with that many passive aggressive people.

The second someone burst into tears on the way to the bathroom he would start to lose his shit. 

Still, I think Schmidt would probably be fine-ish until dessert was served, because that’s about the time where all the adults are absurdly drunk, so insanity ensues. 

They would start poking at him about his credentials and experiences as a physicist. 

He would answer their questions at first, but, unfortunately for him, the questions would turn more and more personal and uncomfortable as time went on. 

Did he ever still think about what happened up in space? Did he blame himself for not getting things to work correctly? How much did he miss his old world and old life? Did he ever have nightmares about what he saw? How much did it hurt to get shot?

They’d poke and poke and poke in their drunken state until poor Schmidt would snap at them, flying into a slight rage at their insistent probing. 

From there, he would be swiftly asked to leave and then “accidentally” run over while calling an Uber to take him to wherever he’s staying as my drunk great aunt tries to back out of the driveway to drive down the block to her house. 

In the end, Schmidt and his wit would be really close to surviving a holiday with my family , but he would, unfortunately, let his anger get the best of him, and it would be the last thing he ever did. Literally. 

Helmut Zemo

YES, BUT ONLY BARELY

Okay, so my earlier comment about Ernst being the most difficult out of everyone was incorrect. Zemo was, by far, the hardest to put into one category or the other. 

His wit and charm won out in the end, though, and I determined that he would survive one single holiday with my family. 

If he ever came back for a second he definitely wouldn’t make it, but he would succeed in living past the first one. 

Helmut’s problems start, surprisingly, not with the fact that he is a criminal. In fact that doesn’t even cause any problems for him. 

No, instead they start with the fact that he is 43.

I am 99% sure that my mother is 43, and I know for a definite fact that he’s older than one of my uncles who would be present. I, at the time of writing this, am 18. 

Needless to say, literally everyone would be massively suspicious of him and his intentions the second he walked through the door. The amount of money in his bank account definitely wouldn’t help in this situation either. 

The family would warm up to him eventually, though, because if there’s one thing Helmut is good at besides killing people, it’s making people like him even if they absolutely shouldn’t. 

With his expansive knowledge of what feels like literally everything rich and niche, he would slowly win over the older members of the family. Who knew the strange old man Jac brought home was so well versed in the American pottery scene, or that he could name specific jewelry artists from across the world that my family had done business with for years?

My family definitely wouldn’t. At least, not at first. 

Oh how they’d learn, though. 

Another nice thing about Zemo that would allow him to survive is his aggressive politeness.

No matter how many weird glances or dirty looks he got over the course of dinner, he would simply continue to be the best version of himself in the hopes of impressing everyone. 

He would even pretend to enjoy my great aunt’s cooking and get himself seconds, because I’m sure it would be easier to scarf down than whatever he and his EKO Scorpion squad had to eat while serving in the Sokovian special forces. 

On the tail end of reasons he would be accepted, Helmut Zemo drinks alcohol like it’s water, so he would fit right in drinking white wine and cocktails through the night with the rest of the adults. 

((I think he’d totally tease me about not being able to drink with him, but that’s a story for another time. Anyways...))

His slight downfall would come from something entirely uncontrollable by him or anybody else. 

And that something would be my flirty aunt. 

I love my aunt. She’s wonderful in her own special way. 

That being said, I know if a hot Sokovian baron with a nice smile and a fat pocketbook showed up to one of out holidays, even if he was introduced as my partner, she would be going for the kill all night long. 

This would make Helmut more and more uncomfortable as she got more and more drunk, because lets face it, he’s probably not very comfortable with being touched by near-strangers anyways, and being touched by a drunk member of his partners family who is very obviously coming on to him? 

That’s even more difficult to deal with. 

That being said, Helmut is a man who has been shown to be extremely in control of his emotions. 

He would swallow down whatever awkwardness he felt, make it to the end of the night, and, once he had escaped her clutches, he would politely say that he was never going back to another holiday function with my family again, though he would be happy to facilitate me still attending them. 

So, in the end, Helmut Zemo would survive one holiday with his sheer stubborn politeness alone. 

I will say that his patience would absolutely wear thin if he attended a couple more holidays and he would eventually die of a stress induced heart attack after being unable to politely decline my aunt’s advances. 

For now, though, he’s safe.

[musicallisto]

🍨 for now you see me? I'm an ENFP-T, Gryffindor Pukwudgie, 9w8, and neutral good. I'm a perfectionist with no motivation, I'm pretty selfish but I'm always there to help others. I've got fairly messed up humor and I get angry easily. I have too much to say and I'm very competitive. I'm always tired. The gender for this ship is male please. I play Minecraft a lot and I like to listen to music alone so I don't have to worry about my music being to loud if people talk to me. Congrats on 800! :)

sorry for the shadow & bone spam, I lost all decency when the trailer dropped. anyhow, I’m back on my requests - here’s your vanilla milkshake, but keep a close watch on it, or daniel atlas might just make it disappear...

You met Daniel through your brother Jack when they started working together as the Horsemen

And when you learned that your brother would be working with him, you made it a point to irritate your brother by saying that you were such a fan of the incredible and mesmerizing Daniel Atlas, and that his tricks weren’t mere pickpocket cons

When you actually met Daniel in person, though... Let’s just say things were a little bit different, and that he was... Not exactly like the person you saw on TV

To speak plainly, he somehow managed to push all your buttons and be one of the most irritable people you’d ever met, all while being weirdly charming and endearing

You were driven mad by his smug grins and his cockiness, as though he were the leader of the entire world and not just of his team of magicians

You reminded him often, in pretty heated quarrels, that you didn’t care if he wanted to boss his associates around, but you were not one of his back-up dancers and even less one of his groupies, and he had zero business in dictating what you ought to do

And you two could get seriously intense, so when you argued the other Horsemen exchanged concerned glances and looks that made it clear that they wished they were anywhere but there... but were lowkey kind of enjoying the drama unfold

Cue then Merritt, probably the one who took the greatest pleasure in this literally groundbreaking argument, who would ask for a time out, look at the both of you successively, then smirk - you could practically see him relishing in the interpersonal chaos he was about to cause with his words

“It’s pretty obvious that you two have unresolved tension that neither of you want to admit. Danny bosses you around because he understands you won’t be as easy to charm as the others, and it’s the only way he can pretend you’re his. And Y/N, you could just as easily ignore him, but you always pick up the fight, and for some reason insist on spending time with us despite knowing damn well Danny will be here: seems like no matter how hard you try to convince yourself that you hate him, you don’t, you’re actually very attracted to him, and only argue to save face. I suggest you two sort it out like civilized adults so we don’t have to suffer through all of this every other morning.”

A very, very long silence ensues. Absurdly long. You look at Daniel and he looks at you, and then you both look at Merritt, with anger and horror and something else in your eyes.

“That’s bullshit”

You, Daniel, and Jack all spoke at the same time, but Merritt doesn’t lose his grin

He knows he’s right. He’s always right. After all, he can read minds.

Still, despite your reluctance to admit anything he’s said is true, after the altercation your relationship is more and more cordial

He does card tricks for you and you ask him to do them again and again and again until you can finally figure out the trick, his tell, a giveaway, anything

You even find yourself laughing at some of his jokes, even when they’re terribly bad

Until finally he confesses, uncharacteristically bashful

“Hey, remember what Merritt said? About us? Yeah... he kind of, what was right. On certain things.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“So I suppose we should... sort it out.”

“I guess.”

Exchanged followed by the longest (and best) makeout session you’ve ever had

Jack is a little bit wary of your relationship at first. It’s not that he disapproves of it (he understands you’re a grown-up and can make your own decisions perfectly), but he knows who Daniel is and how unstable he can be, whether that be in his whole demeanor or his feelings for someone

Besides, dating in the situation that they’re in... hunt down by the FBI and Interpol, wanted in every corner of the world, having to travel from country to country every now and then for their shows... they may always be a step ahead of the police, but it’s still risky and he doesn’t want you getting hurt

But Daniel assures him that in the event of you not being able to take care of yourself (which is more than unlikely, but a concerned brother is concerned about everything), he’ll be there for you and won’t let any harm befall you, because you’re the real deal to him

Daniel is also often tired, from working all the time on his shows, performing in front of thousands of people, but also running away from the law and plotting his next moves, so sometimes he just wants to crash, and your arms are the best place to do that

You cuddle often on the sofa, with some random movie you’re not even paying attention to playing in the background, talking about anything and everything until you both fall asleep

And you even let him listen to your favorite music, which he understands is the ultimate demonstration of love for you

You definitely teach him how to play Minecraft, and he’s frustrated at first because he can’t figure out how the game works (he gets blown up by a creeper then dies of hunger in his first two tries), so he’ll pretend he hates the game, but later on he’ll sneak onto the computer and open a creative mode save - and have a blast

“Look, babe, I made our house”

“But it has no roof?”

“Who cares about a roof? It’s got a jukebox wall!”

When he’s carefree and unbothered like that, he almost reminds you of your brother

All in all, despite everything, you’re really glad you met Daniel, because he became your closest friend, confidant, and partner in everything

800 follower sleepover

[kimera20]

Dannymay 2021!

Also in FF and AO3

Hallway

In a school acustom of ghost attacks every day it was unusual to hear rumors about some kind of apparition, except for one. It said that when the school is empty, sometimes in the hallways, some kind of spirit wandered, some say it appears only at night and that it makes the lookers doors open and close with force, others swear that they had seen a floating ghost in the middle of the day in an empty hallway and that they could hear incoherent mumblings coming from it.

The descriptions of that weird apparition were varied, some said it was a floating white light with no shape, others said it was a transparent teen and some suggested that it could be an alien disguising as a ghost, not many believed that.

After hearing the rumors Danny, Sam and Tucker decided to investigate, they agreed to snuck into school at night on the weekend, that way it would be harder to be discovered.

“Anything from your side?” Danny asked through the Fenton phones.

“Not here” Sam said.

“Nothing on this one and I want to report that this is very creepy” Tucker said.

“How so? Do you think a ghost is watching you or something?” Danny asked.

“Not that, it’s being in school at night. It's so empty it feels so wrong” Tucker said.

“I know how you feel, Tuck but we must concentrate on our mission” Sam said.

“Exactly. We don't know what this ghost wants, I just hope they didn't plan anything against the students” Danny said.

“Uh… guys? What did the ghost look like again?” Tucker whispered with apprehension in his voice.

“Like a floating light or a teen why?” Sam reminded him.

“Because I’m seeing a floating sepia teen with glasses in front of me” Tucker said quietly.

“Tuck I’m on my way, try to not anger them” Danny said while transforming.

“Sure, no problem” Tucker agreed.

He stood hidden from view while observing the ghost, they were at the other end of the hallway and seemed to be looking for something. Tucker hoped he wouldn't be seen, he didn't want to deal with a crazy ghost without support. A few minutes after his discovery Danny appeared passing through a wall, he saw where Tucker was and making sure his friend was safe he went to confront the ghost.

“Hello? Who are you?” Danny asked the ghost.

“Phantom? What are you doing here at this hour?” the ghost responded.

“Wait, you are Sidney Poindexter. Dude you look so different I almost didn't recognise you” Danny said, glad that it was one of the ghosts he was friendly with. He was right that Sidney looked different, the sepia ghost looked a lot more misty and glitchy than normal.

“Yes it's me, I look like this because some jerks moved my mirror from its locker. Now, answer my question, school is closed right now” Sidney said.

“I'm here because of some rumors of a ghost haunting the hallways and it appears it was you” Danny said.

“Oh, I didn't know people saw me. I was looking for my mirror but I guess I got angry sometimes and caused some noise” Sidney said sheepishly.

“It's ok dude. Do you want me and my friends to help you look? It would be faster that way” Danny offered.

“Really? You’ll help? Thank you Phantom! I’ve been trying to find it for days but I can't. Everytime I come out of it I always appear in front of my old locker” Sidney said.

“Don't worry, we’ll find it” Danny assured him.

The halfa told his friends of the situation and they all went to look for it, they ended up spending almost all night in the school in the search for the mirror. Sidney looked into all the lockers in the school, he found a lot of things, some embarrassing, others scary but there was no mirror. Sam and Tucker searched the classrooms but couldn't find it, Danny looked into all the hard to reach places, like the basement, on the roof and the dreaded dirty bathroom but he also found nothing.

“It's useless! It got lost forever” Sidney lamented the fate of his mirror.

“Have we looked into the ‘Lost and Found’ room?” Sam asked.

“We have a what?!” Tucker exclaimed, surprised.

“I don't know where that is Sam” Danny said, Sidney nodded beside him, he also didn't know anything about that.

“Ugh, this is why I’m the only one that finds anything. Follow me you ignorants” Sam said while leading them towards the unknown room.

Near the back exit of the school there was a door with a faded ‘Lost and Found’ sign, the door wasn't locked so they easily entered. The inside of the room looked abandoned but there wasn't much dust around, Sam went to a nearby box and looked through it, not even a minute later she stopped and held up a very familiar mirror.

“Is this it?” Sam asked.

“You found it! Thank you so much!” Sidney exclaimed, he finally has his mirror back.

“I’m surprised this place exists” Danny said while looking around.

“How did you even find this place?” Tucker asked.

“I don't know. I was looking for a book I lost and suddenly I found this door. None was here when I entered but my book was in a box so I took it. And now everytime I lose something I come to look here first, it's always empty but the thing I was searching for is always here” Sam explained.

“You don’t think it could be another ghost that collects lost things. Do you?” Tucker asked, finding this room way too weird.

“I haven't seen another ghost around” Sidney commented.

“That's weird” Tucker mused.

“Well, that's a mystery for another day. I’m tired and I want to sleep. See ya later Sidney” Danny yawned.

“Oh right, it's very late. Thank you so much for all your help” Sidney thanked them once more.

“No problem dude. Tell us again if you need us” Tucker said.

���Bye” Sam waved and left the school with her and Tucker dragging Danny with them. The halfa was almost asleep by the time they reached Tucker’s house, after a night like that they would sleep until noon.

[doctenwho]

Hardy’s Cure for Sadness

Hello! Sorry this took a while, I couldn’t figure out for the life of me how to start it! I loved the request, and it was so fun to write when I figured out where I was taking it! Thanks for the request! :D

I’m glad you like my work! I hope you like this one too!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,270

Summary: Check the prompt above!

(Gif doesn’t belong to me! Credit to the creator!)

The day had been long. You’d known when you got the job that it would be long hours and lots of dutiful work, but you’d never really thought a workplace could work you as ragged as the Wessex Police station did. You weren’t even an officer, instead a receptionist, which was quite possibly more work than being an actual officer.

Not only did you have to deal with moody citizens filing reports and asking to speak with officers, or detectives, but you also had to deal with the moody officer's upstairs who were always irritated when you phoned up for someone. They were always frustrated with you for disturbing them, when you were really just the middle man.

Then there was dealing with the media, and attempting to console people who came in upset, or angry. There was being the person who’s calls got ignored upstairs when people were busy, and you were left with antsy citizens.

And you understood it all, you couldn’t even imagine being an officer and have to deal with the gruesome parts of the job, like Danny Latimer’s murder for example.

You really couldn’t win being a receptionist at the station.

The officers barely noticed you, let alone spoke to you. A few did, a pleasant few, like Ellie Miller, who was friendly and cheerful with everyone, but the majority of the office barely glanced your way unless they needed something from you.  

It was tiring to say the least.  

You leaned back in your chair, glancing around briefly for anyone who may need you, before letting your head fall back against the office chair and rubbing at your tired eyes.  

It was just one of those days where you felt sad, but didn’t know why. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, it hit you like freight truck. It wasn’t even that you were sad about anything in general—just... blah. The kind of feeling you had where you wanted nothing more than to leave the office and tuck yourself into bed at home.  

And honestly, being stuck in the office really didn’t help those feelings.  

You gave a tired sigh, pulling yourself back towards the desk and returning your aching eyes to the screen of documents you were going over before they could be sent up to be looked over by one of the officers. A glorified proof reader is what the guys upstairs thought you were.  

It wasn’t even in your job description, but you were too nice to turn them away, and one always turned into two, and then three, and before you knew it, you were elbow deep in documents.  

You didn’t hate your job here. Everyone was nice most of the time, and as much as you liked to complain, you had it pretty good. The pay was good, and it was worth it to stick around for the few people upstairs who respected you and held friendly conversation whenever you were around.  

Plus, you always got to use the break room upstairs and take free coffee, or tea to have at your desk downstairs.  

It had its share of pros and cons like any other occupation; some days were just harder than others. And for no reason. Nothing prompted your sadness today, it was just what it was.  

It was getting quite late in the evening. You couldn’t really leave until the officers upstairs did, since you and your fellow receptionists were usually first to arrive, and last to leave. The three receptionists who swap out, the Chief Superintendents, the Detective Chief Inspector and the Detective Inspector were the only ones to have keys to the building.  

It was both a blessing and a curse. You didn’t have to wait in your car for the building to be unlocked when you arrived early, but then again, at the end of the night when all the higher ups left at their usually time, but others were still busy with cases, you couldn’t leave until they did.  

Thankfully though, it was usually DI Hardy and DS Miller who stayed later, so you could leave, so long as DI Hardy was around. He was usually good about staying behind late and locking up when he left (if he did leave for the night).

He’d been nothing but nice to you since he’d arrived. And that was a change of pace, since most of the higher ups tended to just breeze passed the reception desk to get to work. DI Hardy had been pleasant to you, at least in his own gruff kind of way.  

But still, how most of the building talks about him, you’d never have imagined him to be as nice as he was to you. He usually stopped by for conversation, thought it was a bit awkward at times. You thought it was endearing though, since he always looked nervous, but still put in the effort to talk with you when he had the time.  

Less could be said about anyone ranked higher than DI Hardy. The officers were usually friendly enough as they passed by, throwing quick greetings and friendly waves over their shoulders, but it was refreshing that Hardy too the time to check in from time to time. Especially since no one else considered a boss ever did.

You focused back onto your screen, eyes straying tiredly to anything that wasn’t bright and blinding in the evening hours. You liked to keep track of who came and went every day. You knew each member of staff by heart, so you could always keep track of when people were leaving.  

If you were correct, that meant it was just Ellie and DI Hardy working away.  

So, technically you could leave, but you did have more work to finish up before tomorrow, and you’d rather get it done now, instead of coming in early tomorrow to complete it.  

You continued on, fingers flying over the keyboard with practiced ease.  

You didn’t bother looking up from your document until Ellie appeared before you, smile bright, but tired. “You’re still here?” she asked kindly.

“Just finishing up,” you told her, hoping you’d returned the smile, “is DI Hardy still in the building?”

“He is,” Ellie gave a grimace, “sittin’ in his office staring at the files of Danny Latimer’s case.” She gave a tired sigh, rubbing her eyes. You knew the thought of the case exhausted anyone involved, Ellie and Hardy probably the most of anyone, since the two of them had been the most dedicated in getting justice for Danny. “You can leave now, if it was us who you were waiting for. Hardy will lock up when he’s on his way, that is if he even leaves.”

“That’s alright,” you gave her a small smile, “I’ve still got some work to finish up before I can head out.”

“Alright, well,” Ellie gave you another bright smile, “I’ll be off then, my boys are waiting for me.”

“Have a good night, Ellie,” you gave her a small wave as she moved towards the doors.  

“You too,” Ellie grinned, “don’t let Hardy keep you here too late, alright?”

You returned a good-natured laugh as Ellie finally stepped out into the cool evening outside the office. You watched her retreating form for a moment, before it disappeared from sight, and you tiredly let your attention drop back to your computer screen.  

You continued on working on your documents. It was a couple hours past the time the station usually closed. It made sense that the station closed relatively early, compared to stations in bigger, urban areas. In comparison, Broadchurch had very little crimes, and it was usually petty crimes such as trespassing, theft, and occasional breaking and entering.  

You weren’t sure how long you’d been staring at your screen when Hardy finally made an appearance in the room. You’d just kind of given up on typing, and was instead just staring at the screen.  

The man looked like deer caught in the headlight of a vehicle when he finally noticed you still sat at the lobby desk. He eyed you for a moment, blinking at your slouched form before clearing his throat, “(Y/N),” he bowed his head in a greeting, “what’re you still doing here? It’s late.”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you shrugged, fiddling with your fingers, “I was just finishing up a few things for tomorrow.”

The man looked you over from where he was standing across the room, eyeing your slouched position and looking all the way to your hands, which weren’t anywhere near the keyboard. You just now noticed you really didn’t look like you’d been working at all.  

How long had you been staring off into space?

“Are... are you alright?”

You blinked at the man. He was still in the exact same spot he’d been when he noticed you, but he was close enough to catch a glimpse over the tall divider protecting the computers from onlookers when they were stood at the counter.

“Yeah, of course,” you cleared your throat, you’d hoped you could’ve just hidden away, or not been noticed like how Ellie had just walked by. But Hardy seemed a bit more observant. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just... look sad.” The man frowned, then, he seemed to back track, “not that I mean anything by that... it was just... ah, never mind. You look lovely as always.”

“No, no,” you sighed, “you’re right. I’m... well, not really sad. Or, not sad for any reason, you know? Just... blah.”

“Ah,” Hardy gave a slight nod, looking towards you before looking away abruptly. “I was... just heading out to eat if you’d like to join me?” He paused, glancing at you, then looking down at back of the screen in front of you, “unless you’re still working, then disregard me.”

“You wanna go out to eat now?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. Hardy once again looked like a deer caught in the headlight, blinking nervously, “I mean, I’d love to, of course, but... isn’t everything closed?”

“The bar will be open,” the man shrugged, “I’m not much of a drinker, but there’s fairly good food there?”

“Are you sure?” you couldn’t help but ask.  

You weren’t too sure what to think of this situation. Alec Hardy had been nice to you, he had since his arrival, of course. But the most interaction the two of you’d really had was when he’d occasionally bring you a tea from the breakroom; there were glances, and nods of acknowledgment, or a rare, tiny smile as he walked past. Conversations were short and sweet, and usually in passing.  

But he’d never prompted anything like... eating out. You weren’t sure he’d suggested eating out with anyone in the office, other than maybe Ellie. And that was usually Ellie talking the man into it with her friendly hard-to-say-no-to charm. Hardy liked to keep to himself, which was why you were both unsure of the current interaction, but honored all the same.  

“Sure,” Hardy have a dip of his head, looking out at the car park where your single car remained, “wouldn’t’ve offered if I wasn’t sure.”

He paused for a second, looking around before he continued in a soft voice, “I mean, I’d like if you came with me.”

And that sealed the deal for you.  

“Alright,” you gave him a small smile. “I’d like to join you.”

You almost laughed at the surprise on Hardy’s face. It was funny as much as the look was sad. You could only imagine the previous rejection that would’ve curved that look. You couldn't understand why anyone would turn the man down—they should be happy at getting anything other than the stony, hard faced detective that was keeping Broadchurch safe.  

“Right then,” Hardy cleared his throat, “shall we then?”

“Sure,” you replied, organizing your papers for the morning just a bit before standing and rounding to the other side of the desk. “To the Trader’s Hotel then?”

“Yes,” the man pushed the door open for you, and you stepped out quickly. You watched as Hardy locked the door behind himself after he’d joined you out in the chill of the ocean air. The two of you decided quickly between walking and taking your car.  

The hotel wasn’t far, but Hardy seemed to be set on you not walking back to the station alone when the two of you were finished eating. It was a nice enough night that you’d be pushing to just stroll along, but you couldn’t deny that the thought of walking to your car with the person who killed Danny Latimer still out there, didn’t scare you.  

You’d almost forgotten that Hardy still lived at the Trader’s Hotel, just because he’s been around for weeks already, and you barely ever remembered he wasn’t a native to Broadchruch.  

The drive over to the hotel was nice. It was quiet, and there was next to no traffic since the whole of Broadchurch tended to shut down in the late evening. Neither of you said very much, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. You knew Hardy just wasn’t a talkative person, but him inviting you out to eat was nice gesture.  

Hardy led you into the hotel, taking a turn and leading you into the small bar section. Becca Fisher gave the man a nod, before noticing you following behind him. She raised a confused eyebrow, but gave you a friendly wave anyways.  

The two of you sat at a table, and Becca was quick to join you and take your orders.  

Conversation flowed relatively easily while the two of you waited for your food and drinks. Neither of you had ordered any alcohol, since you still had to drive home, and Hardy had said he wasn’t much of a drinker. You’d ordered a meal off the menu you’d had once or twice, while Hardy seemed to order a usual, since Becca didn’t even ask him what he wanted.  

The two of you talked about work. You talked of the office before Hardy’s arrival, and how much had changed since he’d come. And he told you bits and pieces of his past station and some of his memorable cases. The two of you talked about nothing relating to Danny Latimer’s case, or anything relevant happening at the station.  

“I swear,” he told you, voice light as he sipped on his water, “that was the weirdest arrest I’ve ever had to make in all my years.”

“Well, you don’t forget something like that,” you snorted a laugh into your own water. You set your glass back on the table and took another forkful of your meal, smiling widely at Hardy. “That’s hilarious.”

Becca had brought your food out quite quickly since the bar was relatively dead at this time. You dove into your food, starving after staying later than you usually did and not having eaten since lunch. Hardy wasn’t as excited to receive his food, but Ellie often complained in good fun that her boss didn’t ever eat or sleep, as far as she knew.  

He’d always seemed like a perfectly normal guy to you, just... a bit different. He was far more normal than the rest of the station thought him to be, but then again, everyone else was going off looks where you and Ellie were seeing him for more than his harsh speech and stiff mannerisms.  

Alec watched you across the table, fondly dropping his gaze whenever you looked back at him.

“What?” you could help but ask, smile small as you evened yourself after laughing at his story.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, “you have a very nice smile is all. I missed it earlier when I saw you.”

“You missed it?” you asked in surprise, furrowing your eyebrows at the man across the table, “why?”

“I don’t know,” he replied honestly, “you’ve just been a very nice person since I arrived. I know I’m not well liked, but you never really treated me any differently than you treated anyone else. I got kinda used to your smile, I guess.”

You didn’t say anything, watching him as he pushed his food around his plate more than he ate it. He looked up at you again, giving you a small smile, “it was the first thing I noticed when I met you, and the first thing I noticed wasn’t here this evening.”

You weren't sure how to respond. How was Alec Hardy this sweet, but still nicknamed ‘shit-face’ by the others in the office. Not a single other person had noticed your droopy mood. You’d been blah all day, and no one said a thing. But the first time Hardy really sees you, he’s noticed and he’s trying to cheer you up.

“No one else noticed,” you mumbled, setting your fork down on your nearly empty plate.

“They’ll all have a long time to wait before they’re observant enough to be a detective then,” Hardy said. And it almost sounded like a joke. Hardy looked towards you, giving you another tiny smile. Hardy had made a joke.  

You gave a surprised laugh, at both the joke itself, and the fact that Hardy had made a joke. You gave the man a smile, to which he returned a fond look, smiling at the smile gracing your lips.

“Are you finished eating?” Hardy asked softly, pushing his own plate away. He’d barely eaten anything, but you were not close enough to him to comment on it. Yet.

“Yeah,” you yawned, “it’s pretty late. I’m exhausted.”

“It is late,” Hardy nodded, waving Becca, who’d been watching the two of you almost the whole time you’d been sitting at the table, over for the cheque. She came over, handed him the cheque, then gathered the two plates and the glasses you’d both used for water. 

“I’m glad you could join me,” Hardy continued to speak, pocketing the cheque before you could see and pay your half, “it was far better having you here to eat with me, than eating alone.”

“I’m glad you invited me,” you gave him another small smile, “thank you for the invite, I think it was just what I needed to cheer me up. I don’t feel as sad anymore.”

“Anything to get that smile back on your face,” he replied with what you’d almost assume was an uncharacteristically sweet voice. You were starting to think he was just a big, soft teddy bear underneath all that gruff Detective Inspector, “don’t worry about paying, I’ve got a tab that Becca has added to the room.”

“Are you sure?” You frowned, almost feeling bad about Hardy paying for you. Sure, you’d come because he invited you, but you should still pay for yourself.  

“Yeh,” Hardy nodded, standing up and waiting by the table for you to stand as well, “it was my treat. I invited you. Now, you should get home. I look forward to seeing that smile of yours tomorrow.”

The man walked you out to your car, standing there until you drove away. You watched in your rearview mirror as the man turned to enter the hotel as you turned out of the parking lot. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face if you tried. This super late meal was all you really needed, and Hardy was an absolute saint for providing it.  

And if the smile on your face the following morning wasn’t as fond and bright as the evening before with Hardy, the coffee sat on your desk, made perfectly to your liking, when you walked into the office certainly would’ve made it.  

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Hope you enjoyed! As always, feel free to prompt again if it wasn’t what you were looking for! Wasn’t sure how to go about this, but I hope it’s alright! 

[imtooscaredforthis]

Fixation

Chap 23: Nuisance

Mentions of: Cheating, Fighting, Cutting, etc.

Tags: @darthwhorecrux @autisticpickle @moonshineinasippycup @dead-bxxxtch-walking @froegis

You couldn’t help but feel guilty for the events that happened the previous night. To think you had just started fixing your life up, that you just started your relationship with Jed, and you messed up already. It was humiliating, and you couldn’t help but feel ashamed.

But then again, Jed didn’t know, and it was almost like it didn’t happen. And maybe if you pretended it didn’t, it would just wash away to the back of your mind. Of course, you knew that was impossible, but you could dream.

It just felt like a dirty little secret, and you were sure that’s exactly what Danny- what Ghostface wanted.

And it’s something you weren’t going to let him get the satisfaction out of. So, instead, you kept yourself focused on your work, occasionally having some brief conversations with Jed.

Even though you refused to let Ghostface get the best of you, you still felt slightly guilty whenever you talked with Jed. Whenever he touched you. Whenever he looked at you with those dark, adoring eyes, it hurt. It hurt to know you betrayed him. You promised yourself it would never happen again.

It wouldn’t. And you and Jed were going to go out on a nice date this Friday at that pub with those drinks you always wanted to try, and it would be perfect. Everything would go back to normal, even if you and Ghostface had something else going on.

Wait, what? You shook the thoughts away. You didn’t want this to continue. You knew it shouldn’t continue, especially not with someone like Ghostface.

He was an awful person, a serial killer. Yet he made you feel so good. It felt so wrong that it started feeling right. So sinful and you couldn’t help yourself but indulge in it.

He had given you his name, after all, and you haven’t even turned him in. Haven’t even reported a sighting to the police. Jackson was dead now, there were no more threats, you could walk right up and tip anonymously. Yet, you didn’t want to.

Oh god, what was wrong with you?

“(Y/n). Hey, (y/n)!” Annie called, snapping you out of your thoughts, making you look away from the computer screen and up at her. “It’s time to break for lunch, you coming?”

“Oh, Uhm, yeah.” You stood up from your desk, stepping away from your work, and following her out to the break room.

She opened the door for you, letting you walk in ahead of her, before joining you. “Is everything alright? You seem kind of off. And more distracted than usual.”

“I’m fine, just thinking about my date with Jed, that’s all.” You joked, plastering a smile on your face, and trying to brush it off.

Annie chuckled softly, grinning at you. She couldn’t help but notice that you were lying. That there was something up. But what was it?

And as you began to eat, you let yourself get lost in your head once again. Thinking of the past events and things you had to deal with.

Suddenly there was a small slam on your table, making you jump and look up. It was Jessica. She had smacked her hands down on the table where you were eating.

Of course, when you already had enough to deal with, she had to come around to give you a hard time. You sighed, meeting her icy gaze with tired eyes. “What can I help you with, Jessica?”

“Oh, I think you know what you can help me with, (y/n), you disgusting whore.” She hissed poisonously.

“What did you just say?” Your eyes snapped up to her, expression contorting into something angry and dangerous.“You better watch what you’re saying before I shut your mouth for you.”

This was a bad situation. Jessica was being the jealous psycho she was, and you, who was in the worst mindset for this sort of thing.

“Try me, and while you’re at it, why don’t you get your slutty hands off my Jed.” She seethed back.

“Your Jed? Do you even hear yourself? He doesn’t want you. He’s my fucking boyfriend, for God’s sake.”

That made her lose it and lunge at you, grabbing your hair. You struggled against her, while she began smacking you and clawing at you with those sharp nails of hers. She scratched at your face, practically drawing blood and making you cry out.

“Let me go you crazy bitch!” You hollered, elbowing her in the face, and making her release you before you got some hits on your own.

You managed to get the upper hand, beating her down roughly, punching and punching, before Annie and your other coworkers came in and broke up the fight.

--

After getting thoroughly chewed out by Vincent and your injuries treated, you sat outside the building, while everyone sorted everything out. You had no doubt in the world that you were fired, that you would never have a chance at a career like this again. That it was all over for you.

“Hey, you doing alright?” Jed asked, joining you and sitting beside you on the bench outside.

“Yeah, still a bit pissed, but I’m okay.” You smirked at him, before looking back down at your shoes. “So am I fired?”

“Fired? No way. Well, I managed to talk to Vincent and order some things around, but basically, you’re suspended for the next two weeks, and Jessica is fired.” He explained.

“Oh Jed, you shouldn’t have. You keep on falling on the sword for me and I don’t know how to repay you for that. Like, now I really owe you.” You told him, groaning. You didn’t deserve him at all.

Danny couldn’t help but feel thrilled with what he saw. He always enjoyed this violent side of you. It managed to really do something to him. It really ignited that fire he had burning inside. It was something he found intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but enjoy it. Especially considering how you made her nose bleed, and her once snobby face all bruised, while you yourself had a bit of injuries of your own.

“You don’t owe me anything. Jessica’s psycho. We all know that. You were acting out of self-defense. C’mere.” You scooted closer to him, letting him wrap an arm around you, and press a kiss to your forehead. “It’s all going to be okay, alright?”

You sighed softly, smiling at him. That’s all you wanted to hear. “Okay.”

[babyangellee]

“Please Find Me”

Summary- The reader gets kidnapped and her captor exposes her relationship with Spencer to the team. They race to find her before it’s too late.

Warnings- Blood, stabbing, injury, possible swearing?, the usual criminal minds drama

Word Count- 2.3k 

[Part 2] [Part 3]

You danced around your kitchen while wiping down the counter. You were so into the music that you didn't hear your front door open and close. You didn't hear the slight squish of his boots on the hardwood as he slowly approached you. When you finally turned around you let out a small scream and dropped the cloth you were using.

"Jesus Danny! You scared me!" You yelled whacking your cousin's chest as you started to laugh.

"Sorry Y/N didn't mean to startle you" He replied slowly bending down to grab the cloth and then handing it to you.

"So how long are you in town for? I have to get into work soon but I'd love to get dinner or something when I get bac-'' You were cut off by something hard hitting the back of your head causing you to fall to the floor.

***

"Alright let's get started!" Garcia said enthusiastically while clapping her hand together.

"Wait, where's Y/L/N?" Hotch asked and everyone looked at each other realizing you weren't there.

"Maybe she's sick or slept in?" Spencer piped up, slightly confused himself. You guys had been dating for a while but only JJ knew about it. "I can give her a call to see what's up?"

"Let's brief first and then call her, tell her to meet at the police station," Hotch said and nodded to Garcia to continue.

"No need to take your Dramamine! This case is right in DC. Alright so in the last month four bodies have turned up. Allison Mark, Taylor McLaughlin, Jaime Hunt, and Kayla Johnson. All women in their late 20's were abducted from their homes, held for a week, and then killed." Garcia explained while going through the case on the screen behind her.

"This unsub definitely has a type, all the victims look like they could be sisters." She pointed out. She couldn't help but have a weird feeling about how eerily similar they looked to you. The same y/h/c and y/e/c, the same sparkle in their eye, and the same bright smile. She tried to shake the thought from her head as the rest of the team continued to go over the details.

"Alright. Prentiss and Rossi I want you to head to the ME, JJ, and Morgan I want you to go and pick up Y/L/N and then head to the dumpsite. Reid and I will head to the station." Hotch said picking up his case file and walking out of the conference room. Everyone nodded and split up heading to their SUV with their assigned partners.

Morgan and JJ had pulled up to your apartment and saw your car parked outside. They headed into the building and walked up the stairs to your apartment. You lived on the fourth floor but taking the stairs was faster than the elevator. When they approached your door Morgan knocked fairly loudly so that if you were sleeping hopefully it would wake you. After about 30 seconds and still no response JJ pulled out her phone dialing your number as Morgan knocked again.

Still, no response so JJ pulled out the emergency key you had given her about a year ago. Penelope and her were your closest friends on the team so along with Spencer, they both had a key in case of emergency. JJ deemed this an emergency.

She went to put the key in the lock but realized it was already unlocked. That was weird. You never left your door unlocked. The only people that ever needed to get in had keys. She gave Derek a concerned look as she pulled her gun from its holster. Morgan quickly followed her action as they opened your door.

"Y/N!" JJ called out walking into your bedroom as Derek made his way into your living room and then into the kitchen.

"JJ in here!" Derek yelled. JJ ran in seeing broken glass on the floor and your cell on the kitchen counter. As Morgan pulled out his phone to inform Hotch, JJ looked around more closely noticing a few drops of blood near the broken glass. You didn't leave without a struggle.

"Hotch, she's not here...... no, her car is but she isn't...... there looks like there was a struggle...... yea we're on the way." Morgan looked at JJ as he hung up the phone. "Another body just turned up. We just found this guy's pattern. And his latest victim."

JJ swallowed a lump in her throat that she didn't know was there. She nodded her head as she followed Morgan back to the car.

****

You woke up in a cold sweat not knowing where you were or how you got there. You quickly realized you were gagged and bound to a chair. You frantically tried to wriggle your hand free but they wouldn't budge. You looked around but there wasn't much to see. You were in a big open space. The floor and walls were concrete, you assumed you were in an abandoned building of some kind, maybe a warehouse.

Your head was pounding and you could feel the dried blood on the side of your face. You closed your eyes and tried to take a deep breath and remain as calm as possible, given the situation you were in. Just when you got your breathing in control you heard his voice and it sent chills down your spine.

"Good, you are finally awake! I was getting bored." He laughed. You looked at him absolutely terrified. How could he be doing this to you? You were his family. He just gave you a wicked smile before pulling out a camera. He placed it on a tripod and turned it on. You stared at the blinking red light drowning out what he was saying.

You only reacted when he took a knife dragging it across your cheek making you cry out in pain. He just laughed moving the knife to your arm before pushing down causing the cut to go deeper and you let out a muffled sob.

" I think that's enough of a message don't you?" He smiled again before taking the SIM card out of the camera and placing it in an envelope. He then handed you a sharpie and placed the paper under your hand. Forcing you to write the words FBI BAU TEAM on it so they couldn't analyze his handwriting.

Once you were done he took the envelope and the sharpie before leaving you alone again. He drove the hour-long distance to Quantico and walked up the building with a dark hoodie on. He knew it was kind of risky but if he got questioned he could definitely talk his way out of it. Once inside he handed the envelope to a security guard.

"I don't know man! I was across the street enjoying a nice iced coffee and when I went to get in my car I saw this on my windshield." He explained. The guard just nodded before making his way up to the sixth floor and handing it to one of the team members.

****

Your head slowly lolled to the side as your eyes fluttered closed. You were tired and in pain. You just wanted this to be over with. Just as you let slumber claim your body you were instantly awoken to the feeling of cold water being sprayed at you. You whimpered as the freezing water completely soaked your body making your teeth slightly chatter against the gag. The water turned off just as fast as it had been turned on and you saw Danny laughing holding a hose. He dropped it before making his way over to you. He slowly stroked your face and then retracted his hand.

"I think your friends might want to see this." He said walking away before reappearing with the camera, this time it was hooked up to a laptop and you knew he was going to live stream it. He set up the tripod and then turned around typing a few things into the computer and then stalking back over to you. Once he could tell the team was watching he started speaking.

" Ya know, I didn't really know how to feel when your mom told me you had a boyfriend." He started playing with a small knife in his hands. "She wouldn't shut up about him! She told me how you met up for lunch and told her you thought he was the one. Now when she said that, it struck a nerve. I've known you your whole life and never once were you ever serious about any guy but then all of a sudden you've had a boyfriend for four and a half years and are planning a future with him." He was starting to get angrier as he spoke and you knew Spencer and the team were hearing this.

"So it got me thinking. You always liked to brag and everything needed to be perfect with you. And after I looked him up it finally clicked. Supervisory Special Agent Spencer Reid. Or is it Doctor Spencer Reid. Who has three PhDs and two BAs? A child prodigy who went to high school at the age of twelve. You must have eaten that up." He laughed. He was trying to get under your skin and it was working. "He's just a fancy label to you. You don't love him for his personality, you love the attention you get from HIM being your boyfriend!"

"So tell me. How'd you do it? Huh? You were never interested in someone for longer than two months, how's you manage to fake four years?" He gave you a quizzical look before you saw a light bulb go off in his head. "Actually! Don't just tell me. Tell him." He pointed to the camera before stalking over to you and untying your gag.

"Don't listen to him, Spencer! I love you! Please find me!" You cried before you were silenced by the gag again. You had made him angry.

"You liar! You're lying to him! You bitch!" With that he took the knife in his hands, pushing it into your thigh. He twisted it and then pulled it out. You screamed in pain against the thick cloth material in your mouth. You looked down at the red liquid quickly oozing out of your leg as you continued to cry.

"Don't you get it! I loved you! I'm in love with you! What does he have that I don't!" He screamed as you started seeing spots. The pain radiating through your body. You started to struggle to keep your eyes open, your head dropping. As they started to flutter closed Danny aggressively grabbed your cheeks causing you to stare at him.

"I'm not done!" He yelled slapping you harshly before letting go of your face, your head immediately dropping again. He growled in irritation before walking back over to the hose spraying with the freezing cold water cause you to be on high alert.

"Now let's tell that boyfriend of yours the truth." He said coming up behind you and untying the gag again. This time held a knife against your shoulder. "Now tell him! Tell him you don't love him!"

You shook your head staying quiet. He pushed the knife into your shoulder with just enough pressure to break the skin, and you let out a soft whimper.

"SAY IT!" He yelled again causing you to flinch. You still stayed silent and he pushed the knife in all the way. You yelped at the pain finally giving in.

"I-I-I don't love you. I-I'm s-sorry" You cried out looking straight into the camera. Your heartfelt like breaking for saying those words. Danny, satisfied, pulled the knife out of your shoulder and walked around to the front of you. He bent down so he was face to face with you.

"I really hope he's still watching," He said quietly as he leaned in and kissed you. Danny slowly pulled away with rage in his eyes after about 20 seconds. "You didn't kiss back! Why did-" He was cut off but rustling outside of the warehouse. He stopped speaking and placed a hand over your already gagged mouth. When the rustling got closer he panicked and jabbed the knife into your stomach making you sharply inhale.

"FBI! DANIEL ANDERSON DON'T MOVE!" You sighed a breath of relief as you heard your friend and co-worker Derek Morgan's voice boom out. Danny went to plunge the knife into your body again before you heard a shot fired, the man in front of you falling to the floor. Knowing he was dead and you would be safe made your entire body relax.

"Hey, sweetheart" Morgan quickly walked over to you. Derek yelled into his radio for a medic once he saw your injuries. You started seeing spots again and felt weaker than ever before. You felt his hand reach up and gently grabbed your face so he could look at you. Your skin was paler than ever before and your lips had a bluish tint.

"JJ! Hurry!" He yelled behind you and you heard heels clicking over to you. Your eyes started to flutter closed again as you didn't have the strength to keep them open any longer. "Hey, hey, hey come on pretty girl keep those eyes open for me," Derek said hurriedly as JJ was untying the restraints that keep you in the chair. You tried your best but you just couldn't stay awake. The last thing you heard was Derek yelling into his radio again for the medics to hurry up.