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thenewblackcanvas · 8 months

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could you do something for seungmin😣 I know it’s scary time but could you do a fluffy one?? Halloween fluffy???

plz I just need more min

a/n: This was supposed to be fluffy(and it is) but it definitely wasn’t how it turned out haha I had a prompt I still wanted to use for seungminnie and it just became...well, yeah. I'll put the prompt I used at the end to avoid spoilers.

♡ spooky season 2023 ♡

“Can you stop cheating please?”

Seungmin laughs. “I told you last year to get better.”

With a pout, you accept your fourth defeat in a row. “Fine, then can we play something else.”

He pauses taking on a sorrowful face. “It’s almost 10, we should start the movie soon.” The implication is enough so you nod without looking up, not wanting to see the look on his face.

“Yeah,” you sigh.

He tries to put on a smile though it doesn’t reach his eyes as he goes over to the extensive movie collection on the shelves. “Casper right?”

You scoff, “A little on the nose isn’t it?”

“Aww cmon. How about ‘Ghost’?

“How about 'Ghostbusters'?” You joke, pushing him away playfully.

“Ok ok” He laughs heartily. You take in the sight of his joy. His adorable smile and the sound of his genuine laughter. You lock the moment away in your mind for later before it makes you too sad.

Skipping over the theme of ghosts completely, you settle on ‘Warm Bodies’. Seungmin’s house was definitely the best choice this year. Not only with the movie and game selection but privacy this time. This year, your house is the site of a loud horror movie sleepover party. Way too many things and way too many people. His house was quiet thanks to other parties farther away and much more alcohol-fueled.

Partway through the movie, something about his proximity swirls your emotions again. Close but not close enough, though too nervous to do anything about it. You fidget and squirm with the rising feelings until the arm thrown around you pulls you tighter. He brings your legs onto his lap and hugs you closer. As you look up to his face his eyes are still on the screen but he is wearing a comforting smile. You snuggle into him and you swear his cheeks redden ever so slightly.

When the movie finally finishes, you are both relieved and anxious to see its 11:32.

Usually by now you would just talk casually, dissecting the movie or laughing about how hard you jumped at every jumpscare. This time, it’s silent. You can’t bring yourself to say much after the heartwarming ending. You want to keep the feeling of the love story but how can you when you know what’s coming? The tightness in your chest is already starting.

“_____?”

Seungmin is looking at you expectantly. You don’t say anything as you see confusion and sadness as well. It’s only when he wipes away a tear from your cheek that you realize you’re crying a bit.

You want to tell him you’re ok, that you’ll be fine. But you can’t lie like that, not right now. You think of the feelings you’ve been forced to keep to yourself and how you don’t want to long for him in silence anymore. Without a warning from your own brain you surge forward, kissing him. Understandably it takes a moment for him to comprehend what just happened but he kisses back happily. His arms tighten around you as he deepens the kiss. You put all your passion for him into it knowing you can’t express it so easily with words. A hand caresses your damp face making you both realize you are still spilling tears.

He finally pulls away for you to see he’s doing the same. You hate to see the pain in his eyes though you know now you’re feeling the exact same even more so than you thought.

As he opens his mouth to speak, he stops, eyes widening as he looks at something over your shoulder.

“It’s almost time.”

Your heads falls forward against his chest with a sob.

“I know.” he says softly. He lets you cry for a moment, unsure of how to comfort you since he feels the same helpless sorrow. As you sniffle and sit up, he stands, letting your legs fall from his lap.

He reaches a hand out for you. As you take it, you both walk outside.

The street is quiet. No wild parties with drunk people flooding from houses are taking place in the neighborhood. It made for a calm night but now it just seems lonely. He squeezes your hand tighter indicating he feels the same.

You two walk silently into the street and as your house gets closer you fold more into his side.

He stops right in the middle bringing you in front of him so you don’t have to look at it. You rest your hands on his waist as he holds your face, giving you another half-hearted smile. It would help ease the pain a little but the tightness in your chest is getting worse. You ball your fists, grabbing his shirt with them. You know he feels it too but he keeps his brave face.

“It’ll be alright. I’ll just be across the street.”

With all the longing that's to come, you throw yourself into his arms as the tightness begins to spread.

You hold him tight, not willing to let him go so easy. He does the same whimpering “no, no please” as he feels the pull begin.

As the loud chimes begin to signal midnight, you feel like you're being torn apart. You grip harder, tears wetting your faces, noses running, but neither of you care. You hear his cries get louder next to your ear.

Until silence.

The pull has ceased and now you only hear faint music. You will yourself to open your eyes.

As you see the same window, you begin to wail. This spot haunts you constantly but no more than in this moment. It is where you died. The spot you bled out in. The spot you return to every year at November 1st.

With new tears, you run down the stairs and out the door. You rush to the edge of the property, falling on your knees when you can’t go any further. You shriek and sob into the night before you see Seungmin on the opposite side of the street doing the same thing. His face is just as wet as his body shakes with emotion. His glossy eyes are stuck on you as he wishes he could just walk the short distance.

You futilely raise your arm, pushing against the invisible barrier. It was no use as always.

Both stuck in the places your lives ended to suffer 364 days of the year until your lonely souls can find solace in the other once again.

Prompt: 🌙Mutual Pining trope - but they’re ghosts who haunt the houses across the street from each other and can only leave their property on Halloween night!

#seungmin fluff #seungmin x reader #seungmin angst #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #spooky season 2023 #seungmin drabbles

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everything-redacted-and-others · 7 months

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Starstruck<33

Charlie is famous and Casper is his bodyguard pt.2

Slow burn, sorry I just have too do it (cause I’m a menace) if you wanna get tagged in the next parts ask😊

thanks for the help @no-see-um-incorrect I hope I got your prompt right

TAGS: @idk-ig-7 @antipasto-the-theif @neighborhoodcrybaby

@sleepyqueerenergy @ashertalbotshusband

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It was later in the day and Charlie didn’t have any appointments or interviews to do today he had a completely free schedule so he asked Casper too do stuff with him

Casper was sitting on one of the dinning room chairs watching Charlie while he was looking at the tv

———— Casper’s inner monologue—————

Damn

he’s kinda cute

wait no! You can’t fall for your clients Cas it’s literally the number one rule……

but he’s so.. NO stop-

———————-back too talking———————

“Are you alright Casper?”

Casper flinched not noticing that Charlie had moved in front of them

“Huh.. oh yeah I’m alright just.. thinking”

“Well I was thinking.. since my schedule is completely clear for today that we could maybe play some video games”

“uhh *casper thinkings for a second* sure we can play some video games what are you thinking?”

“Well I have some Mario kart.. do you wanna play that?”

*Casper starts to smile widely* “yeah that would be great”

“why are you smiling so much? You have some devious plan don’t you”

“oh it nothing just that I’m gonna kick your ass I’m a Mario Kart champion back home”

“oh really now.. well “back home” doesn’t have me”

“mhm whatever you say freckles”

Casper walked over too the couch and sat down waiting for Charlie and he just kinda stood there with a blush so red you could mistake him for a fire hydrant

“aren’t you gonna come and show me who’s boss freckles?”

“uh uh y-yeah coming”

they sat and played for a while until Casper got too thinking

——————-Casper’s inner monologue———

Wow he’s cute when he’s focused like that and his eyes there so.. pretty

Wait shit focus dumbass your gonna loses

but him- ah shit he passes me.. on the last lap to

———————-talking again —————————

“Ha I won”

“that’s a first”

“hey come on I’m not that bad”

“Charlie you won twice out off like eleven rounds you suck at this”

“I do not.. hey where did the nickname go?”

*Casper got a malicious grin in their face* “oh do you like it when I call you… freckles?”

“I-I uh huh uhh”

“Oh come on freckles I was just joking now shouldn’t you get some food by now we’ve been playing for a while”

“Uh.. right food what do you want?”

“Me oh I don’t know.. you pick, as long as it’s food in not too picky”

“alright well how about I get Pete to get us some food from that sandwich shop downtown”

“who is Pete?”

“oh right you don’t know Pete, he’s my driver and personal delivery person”

“oh alright, well sandwiches sound good too me so go ahead and call him”

“Ok you got it Cas”

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<33

#yuurivoice casper #yuurivoice charlie

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no-see-um-incorrect · 7 months

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hey there! i really like your actor au for yuurivoice and was wondering if I could ask a question? if you're no longer taking questions for that au feel free to ignore this but I was wondering if how long it would take Charlie and Casper to get ready, like makeup and hair wise. and if the others are jealous because of how little time it takes?

(I got ya honey💋)

(all the other parts are linked on this post ⬆️)

YV Acting AU PT4

Interviewer: Charlie and Casper. How long does it take for you two to get ready? And are any of your costars jealous about how little time it takes?

Casper: *Holding in laughter*

Charlie also holding in laughter: ………..

Charlie: ……..would you hate me if I said two minutes?

*Casper pissing their pants laughing*

Charlie: all I have to do is put my contacts in and I do that in the car so…..

Lucian: these two little shits are the only ones that don’t have to go the cosmetics department EVEN SETH HAS TO GET COSMETICALLY ROUGHED UP!

Casper: the longest time we’ve spent in the dressing room, and with make up and stuff was for the Halloween special and the school dance… and even then it wasn’t a lot of time 15 minutes maybe😆

Interviewer: next question is from @everything-redacted-and-others

Interviewer: was there ever a time when the acting was improvised?

Charlie: most of my scenes with Casper were improvised but that wasn’t on purpose. It was either A One of us forgot our lines and we just rolled with it or B Yuuri gave us this thing we call a “loose script” where the script will have a few key conversation points and lore drops for us to include, but then we just improvise the rest…but aside from that there is one thing that comes to mind

Finn: Oooo The one scene that amazed everyone on set was actually improvised by Auron

Auron: here you guys go again

Rook: at the end of your first episode 🤭

Faust: the voicemail

Charlie: favorite quote “I will personally scrub you raw and introduce you to some aromatic culture”

Faust: “thank you for your time”

Finn: “stop wasting mine”

Rook: Talk DIRTY TO ME HONEY 😏

Auron face in his hands: can you tell that I hate it?

Interviewer: this is one of the questions we didn’t get to last time from @antipasto-the-theif who is the best dressed every day of the cast

Alphonse: 😶

Faust: 😶

Alphonse: you already know what I’m gonna say

Faust: WHICH IS NOT FAIR! You were on the show first! I know everything I am from you!

Alphonse: and you somehow managed to do it better than me. Your point?

Faust: I only look this good because of your mentorship!

Finn: ………good luck getting an answer to that question

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This is a mini part but keep submitting questions!

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice au #Yuurivoice acting AU

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sicklyseraphnsuch · 9 months

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I think my biggest complaint about the series, Fionna and Cake, was that up till episode 8, they were doing a pretty good job of laying out all the pieces, but then!

it just completely misses one of the problems it does a pretty good job of laying out. it points out that Simon is inattentive - blind. But Simon's not blind because he doesn't care! Simon's blind because he cares too much - he's quick to jump to conclusions - he's trapped in his own head! no crown required

ive said it before and ill say it again: he romanticizes his past so he makes his present look hopeless, he cant talk to Marcy because he just believes that his troubles aren't worth her attention - he's unable to see past his own opinions to like maybe think, Marcy loves him and would love to help him, that his opinion of being a burden is not in fact a shared opinion - its not a fact, period

it's not a matter of "think of Marcy" as in do it for her sake, it's a matter of "think of Marcy" as in would she really say that or are you putting words in her mouth - like simon, maybe your mental image of Marcy's a little OOC, bud

it shares a root with Simon thinking everything is great with Betty when it wasnt, Simon thinking everything is awful when it doesnt have to be

Which never gets addressed! By pointing out his blindness, we only got to one half of the problem!

The series just never ties up what it started

Here's Winter King, where Simon gets a good look of himself from the outside view, and see how his myopic perspective can be taken to dreadful extremes

And then, we see the love story from Simon's perspective and we notice Fionna pointing out all of Simon's blindspots

and then! He just... He never connects the dots. that maybe hes a little... self absorbed and his self loathing is masquerading as sense and logic when its not! its just self loathing! Even worse, he never even starts to, and it doesnt get included in the big spoonfeeding at the end of the series!!

which just reveals bigger faults within the story!!

Like, never giving Simon space to reflect explodes in the audience's faces when the story has to infodump at the last second!

that reveals that they should have started simon's journey to realization earlier especially when thr narrative already put the pieces there! Now its so obviois that any time he could have been spent spinning his little mental wheel, he spent trying to survive his road trip across the multiverse

it did his character disservice because by pushing all of his ability to reflect in a single episode, and spamming the exposition, it made simon look real stupid, and moreover never explores the issue fully!

everything casper and nova said could have been said earlier and better and not in the form of a kid's story, because by simplifying the issue - or dumbing it down - then the issue's nuances and complexities get lost in translation

yeah, thats very easy to misinterpret actually!!! especially when casper and nova doesnt even cover the whole problem!! (and look i get it, some audiences need it to be spelled out but really, a children's choose your own adventure??? that was the narrative tool to use here??)

#adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov

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imekitty · 1 year

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Hi. This is Gdog90. I have a prompt, if you’re interested: “A Retro-Ecto story where Danny comes across Kitty, stood up for a date with Johnny (again), and decides to show her a good time.” I appreciate your consideration.

So I ended up changing the premise a little to work in an idea ironbloodaika and I talked about years ago where Kitty picks up Danny at school on a motorcycle.

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“Hey.” Tucker squinted and shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked out at the street in front of Casper High. “Is that Kitty?”

Danny and Sam looked as well. In fact, several heads turned at the sound of a motorcycle pulling up to the curb in front of the school, a girl with bright green shaggy hair perched on the seat, knee-high black boots pressed against the pegs.

“What is she doing here?” asked Danny, quickening his pace on the main path toward the curb. School was finally done for the day, and the last thing he wanted to do right now was fight ghosts.

“And where’s Johnny?” asked Sam. “That’s his bike, isn’t it?”

Kitty shook out her hair as she parked the motorcycle. Danny stopped on the sidewalk right next to her, shivering as his ghost sense fogged up his breath.

“Hey, Danny!” greeted Kitty. “Want a ride?”

“A ride?” echoed Danny.

“Yeah. Your masculinity isn’t so fragile that you won’t ride pillion with me, is it?”

“Ride pillion? What’s that?”

Kitty patted the seat behind her. “It means you sit your cute little butt right here, hug my waist, and straddle my ass while we cruise the streets.”

Kitty wiggled on the seat. Danny glanced at her shapely backside but tried his very hardest to maintain eye contact with her.

“I don’t think Johnny would like that,” said Danny.

“Who cares what that asshole thinks?” Kitty scowled. “He’s cheated on me for the last time.”

“You broke up with him?”

“Yup. I stole his bike and figured you and I could go make out somewhere.”

Danny couldn’t stop a blush from spreading over his face. “Me? Why me?”

“Because Johnny hates you more than anyone.” Kitty leaned forward on the motorcycle, resting her arms on the handlebars. “And I’m looking to really piss him off.”

Danny raised a brow. “So you want to use me for revenge?”

“God, you’re so noble, Danny.” Kitty rolled her eyes. “Don’t be such a square and come have some fun with me.”

Danny chewed the inside of his cheek, assessing the situation.

“Danny, what are you waiting for?” asked Tucker, lightly shoving him.

“What do you mean?” asked Danny.

“Dude, a crazy hot girl is asking you to straddle her on a motorcycle.” Tucker held out his hand toward Kitty. “You can’t possibly turn down an offer like that.”

Sam huffed and shook her head. “Boys…”

“But I don’t want to be part of a revenge scheme,” said Danny, moving to stand in front of Tucker so he could turn his back to Kitty.

“And what if this is some kind of trap?” asked Sam. “We can’t trust Kitty to take Danny anywhere alone.”

“I really don’t think Johnny would let Kitty drive his motorcycle as part of some elaborate plan to trap you,” said Tucker.

“He’s right,” said Kitty, causing Danny to turn around and face her again. “Johnny would never agree to let me or anyone else drive his bike, even if it would help him finally get one over on ‘that Phantom dick.’”

“Yeah, right,” said Sam. “Of course you would say that.”

Kitty shrugged. “Look, Danny, are you coming or not?”

“I—I’m not sure,” stammered Danny.

“Well, can you get sure?” asked Kitty. “I mean, who cares if it’s for revenge as long as you get to make out with a cute chick, right?”

“That’s what I said!” cried Tucker.

“See, he gets it,” said Kitty.

“What about making out with me?” Tucker pointed to his chest. “Would that piss Johnny off? Because if Danny doesn’t wanna go, I will gladly hop on that bike behind you and go wherever you wanna take me.”

Tucker’s eyebrows waggled, his teeth exposed in a big grin. Kitty’s lips puckered as her own brows drew together in scrutiny.

“Honestly, I don’t even know who you are,” she said.

“What?” Tucker’s jaw dropped. “I’m Danny’s equally hot—if not hotter—best friend.”

Kitty snorted. “In your dreams, maybe.”

Tucker narrowed his eyes and pouted.

“Come on, Danny boy,” purred Kitty, leaning back and patting the seat behind her again, arching and thrusting out her chest as she did so. “If you don’t come with me, I might just have to take out my frustration on this town. And you don’t want that, do you?”

“Are you making a threat?” asked Danny.

“Maybe,” said Kitty. “Wanna find out?”

Danny stared at her for a few moments, studying her face, her body language.

And it was admittedly very nice body language.

Danny at last sighed, straightened his backpack on his shoulders, and started walking up to her.

”Danny!” whined Sam behind him. “You’re not really going to ride with her, are you?”

“I just want to make sure she stays out of trouble,” said Danny. “And I’ve got a Thermos in my backpack if I need it.”

Kitty moved forward on the motorcycle seat to make a little more room. Danny hesitated a moment before swinging one leg over and positioning himself behind Kitty. Kitty scooted back as soon as he was seated, pressing her butt right into his groin.

He could feel his face flushing and burning all at once.

“Just wrap your arms around me,” said Kitty. “And there are a couple of pegs back there you can rest your feet on.”

Danny picked up his feet and easily found the two pegs she was talking about.

“Looking good, Danny!” said Tucker, flashing a thumbs-up and a wink.

“Thanks,” said Danny with an awkward smile.

“Danny,” Sam whined again. “At least wear a helmet.”

Kitty smirked. “Ghosts don’t need helmets, babe.”

Sam opened her mouth to angrily protest but Kitty cut her off with a rev of the motorcycle engine, kicking off down the street at quickly accelerating speed. Students on the curb watched them race by, and Danny was sure he saw Dash’s face among them, his jaw slacked.

Kitty cruised through the town, weaving in and out of traffic, darting from lane to lane to lane, never slowing or stopping for anything.

Danny at first hugged Kitty tight, gritting his teeth as the wind whipped through his hair and lifted his shirt off his back. He didn’t even realize he was practically burying his face in her shoulder.

A cop started chasing them. Kitty turned the whole bike invisible and zoomed ahead, the flashing lights and siren fading into the distance far behind them. She whooped and laughed, so exuberant.

And somehow, it was contagious, because Danny suddenly felt like laughing, too.

He relaxed his hold around her waist, watching the cars and buildings rushing past. He threw back his head and closed his eyes, feeling the way his hair was blown off his forehead and the rumble of the road underneath the wheels.

Kitty turned off onto a road leading out of the busy townscape, winding around a stretch of mountains. She at last came to a halt at a scenic outlook and parked. Danny swung his legs off the bike, stumbling a couple dizzy steps.

“What did you think?” asked Kitty, leaning back against a guardrail and gesturing to the bike.

Danny couldn’t speak for a moment as he tried to find the right words. “It was…incredible.”

“Right?” Kitty grinned. “Better than flying. I mean, flying’s great, sure, but you have to engage your antigravity core, you know? Like you’re weightless, everything inside of you is just floating, and you’re moving but not really feeling the movement.”

Danny nodded. Yes, that was exactly what flying felt like.

“But when you’re on a motorcycle, you just feel so…grounded,” Kitty continued. “Like you feel this connection with the ground and the dirt and the gravel, like you’re part of it, moving with it and not just on top of it. That’s why Johnny and I ride everywhere. Like sure, we can fly like you or any other ghost, but where’s the fun in that, really?”

Danny chuckled. “I think most humans would love to know what it’s like to fly.”

“Well, I would tell them they’re really not missing out on much,” said Kitty with a shrug. “And biking in the human world really is so much more fun than in the Ghost Zone. There really isn’t much ‘ground’ to ride on in the Zone, and what ground there is is usually pretty smooth, no bumps or hills like you find here.”

Kitty sighed, looking at the view stretched out before them, the expanse of trees and hiking trails laid out under gentle clouds in a brilliant blue sky.

“Johnny and I have always been biking,” she said, somewhat contemplatively, like she wasn’t really speaking to Danny. “Ever since we woke up in the Ghost Zone after…well, however we died.”

“You don’t have any idea how you died?” asked Danny.

“Not a clue. No ghost does, honestly.” Kitty smirked at him. “Just you, pretty boy.”

Danny blushed. “Well, that’s because I didn’t exactly die.”

“Lucky you,” said Kitty. “You get to stay here with other humans while I’m stuck in the Zone with ghosts. Ghosts like Johnny.” She paused. “I don’t even remember an existence without him. He was always around, him and his bike.”

She was quiet for several long moments as she stared out at the horizon. Danny watched her, studying her melancholy expression.

“Are you and Johnny over for good this time?” he finally asked.

“Who knows?” said Kitty with little inflection. “I’m just tired of feeling like I don’t matter to him when he means the world to me.”

“So you still love him?”

“Yes, of course. Even though the dick doesn’t deserve anything from me.”

“What did he do this time?”

“He stood me up for our lunch date today,” said Kitty. “I got all dolled up, you know? I did my makeup, went shopping and bought some new threads—okay, I stole them, don’t give me that look—and then I showed up at the restaurant and waited because I knew he was going to be late. I always expect him to show up at least half an hour later than we agree to meet. But that half hour turned into one hour and then an hour and a half and I realized shit, he’s not coming.”

“Did he forget?” asked Danny.

“I never know with Johnny,” said Kitty. “I don’t know if he actually forgets or if he does remember but just doesn’t care enough to show up. So I went out looking for him and big surprise, I find him necking with some other chick.”

Danny sucked his teeth.

“And I was frozen,” said Kitty. “I was burning up, I was so pissed. I was ready to blow up on him, but then I saw his bike nearby and…”

She looked behind her at the parked motorcycle. Danny looked as well.

“I just took off on it,” continued Kitty. “Drove around for hours. Mindlessly. Sometimes in a rage and sometimes numb. No idea why I kept giving that asshole so many chances.” She smirked at Danny. “Found myself thinking about you a lot.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. I just kept thinking about how you would never treat me like that. Like why can’t all guys just be sweet and honest like Danny Phantom, you know?”

“Uh…” Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m not exactly popular with the girls, you know.”

“Which is such a mystery to me. You’re way too cute to be single.”

“I really wish all the girls at school thought that, too.”

“Human girls are the ditziest ever, Phantom,” said Kitty. “But I think that’s part of their charm. I mean, you’re also kind of dumb, but I think it’s adorable.”

“Thanks?” said Danny, raising a brow.

“And that’s why I just couldn’t get you out of my head,” said Kitty. “While I was riding, I just kept wondering where you were, what you were doing, hoping that maybe I might run into you somewhere. Then I noticed signs for Casper High and I realized oh d’uh, you were at school. Because you’re too much of a Goody Two-Shoes to cut class.”

“I—I am not.” Danny pouted. “I’ve skipped class plenty of times to fight ghosts.”

“Ooh, my mistake. You’re a total badass.”

“That’s better.”

“But anyway, I was coming up on your school and I figured, why not try picking you up, huh? I deserve some fun of my own, don’t I?” Kitty turned around and leaned back with her elbows propped on the guardrail, flashing him a wanton grin. “So what do you say, Danny boy? You wanna have some fun, too?”

“Uh…” Danny swallowed. “You don’t actually want to make out with me, do you?”

“Why not?” Kitty popped out a hip, striking a seductive pose. “Aren’t I pretty enough for you?”

“It’s not that,” said Danny. “It’s just… You still love Johnny, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to,” said Kitty, sounding bitter.

“But why do you think making out with me would help you feel better?”

Kitty groaned. “I don’t know. I just thought… Maybe if he could see that I didn’t really need him, that I could just move on to other guys if I wanted to, he might…realize that he really does want me.” She twiddled her fingers. “Just me.”

She sighed and turned around, leaning forward over the guardrail and dropping her head.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” she muttered.

Danny watched her for some time, the afternoon sun enhancing her dim spectral glow, lighting up her skin and hair with golden tones.

“No, it’s not,” said Danny.

Kitty lifted her head. “It’s not? You think we should make out?”

“Well, maybe not that part,” said Danny. “But the part about deserving some fun of your own, that’s true.”

“Is it?” asked Kitty. “I sometimes think fun is something only humans get to have. Us ghosts are just stuck chasing obsessions, never really happy because we can never get what we’re really after.”

“Ghosts can have fun, too,” said Danny, smiling. “Trust me, I know.”

Kitty rolled her eyes. “You don’t fully understand what it’s like to be a ghost all the time, Danny. You know you don’t.”

“That just means I still know how to have fun.” Danny took hold of her wrist and gently tugged. “Come on. Let’s go have some fun.”

Kitty knitted her brow. “Where are you wanting to take me?”

“Well, you’re the one who’s going to have to take us,” said Danny apologetically. “I mean, unless you want to give me some quick motorcycle lessons right now.”

Kitty laughed. “No, no, human boy, the best part of my day so far has been getting you to sit behind me on that bike.”

“And you know, it actually wasn’t that bad,” said Danny. “I enjoyed it.”

Kitty hummed and grazed her chin with a couple fingers as her lips drew into a puckered smile.

“Come on,” said Danny, tugging her again. “I’ll tell you where to go.”

Kitty gave in and followed Danny’s directions back into town, zooming through the streets and evading more cop cars, never stopping for a single red light and sometimes using intangibility to phase through traffic.

And if Danny had been a normal human, he might’ve been terrified.

But the thrill of being able to use ghost powers to cheat death like this was intoxicating, and he wondered why he had never tried anything like this before.

They at last arrived in a large parking lot that was already filled with many cars. Kitty parked in one of the motorcycle spots and scrunched her mouth as she looked around.

“A fun center?” She frowned at the sign in front of the main building structure. “That seems like a bold claim to make.”

“It is fun,” said Danny, hopping off the bike. “Sam, Tucker, and I come here all the time to play laser tag or the arcade games.”

“You really are such a nerd, Danny boy.”

“I promise you’ll have a good time. I’ll even pay for everything.”

“Pay? Ghosts don’t gotta pay,” said Kitty. “We just use our powers to sneak in wherever we want.”

“Look, on the road, you can break all the laws you want,” said Danny. “But here, we’re gonna be honest humans who follow the rules.”

“You really are such a square, Phantom.” Kitty closed her eyes and focused for a moment, her ghostly glow disappearing. “But all right, you win. Show me a good time.”

Kitty started heading for the door, but Danny stayed back, stunned.

“Danny?” Kitty put one hand on her hip. “What are you waiting for?”

“You can just stop glowing whenever you want?” said Danny, his mouth hanging open.

Kitty laughed and waved a dismissive hand. “Yeah, of course. Johnny and I do it all the time to fit in with the human folk.”

“But how? How do you do it?”

“You really don’t know how to stop glowing yet?”

“‘Yet’? Are you saying this is something all ghosts can do?”

“Boy, you still know nothing about being a ghost.” Kitty took him by the wrist and started pulling him. “Show me a good time first, and then I’ll teach you how to dim your glow after.”

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly with a round of mini golf to warm up, a couple games of laser tag where Kitty very much enjoyed shooting everyone and especially Danny, and a virtual reality experience where Danny and Kitty teamed up to fight off an invasion of aliens.

“They have a game where you can shoot and hunt ghosts, too,” said Danny, looking through the options. “But I don’t know if you’d be up for that—”

“If one of the ghosts looks like Johnny, hell yeah I’d be up for it,” said Kitty with a smirk.

“I’ve actually heard there’s a ghost that looks like me.”

“Well, well! Someone’s famous!”

“Yeah, and I can’t even sue them because ghosts don’t have that kind of legal protection.” Danny shrugged. “But whatever. I guess I’m flattered.”

“I just can’t believe I’m on a date with a video game star.” Kitty hugged his arm. “That’s gonna make Johnny really jealous.”

“A date?” echoed Danny, feeling uneasy but also melting just a little.

“Yeah, what did you think this was?” Kitty then tugged his arm and pointed to a snack food vendor. “Ooh, Danny, can you buy me a pretzel? With cheese? I love that cheap human crap.”

Danny patted his pocket. “I think I have just enough for that.”

“But you know, I really could just sneak up there invisibly and—”

“No, Kitty. We’re normal humans with no powers right now.”

“Such a square,” said Kitty with a small roll of her eyes. “But shoot yourself. Get lots of extra cheese, okay?”

They found a table nearby, and Kitty started noisily munching away at her pretzel, dipping it in the numerous cups of cheese that Danny had to pay extra for. Each pretzel piece was thoroughly coated in golden stickiness.

“That was so good.” Kitty had a ring of melted cheese around her lips as she swallowed the last bite. “Danny, I can’t believe you still have some left.”

“Oh.” Danny handed his remaining pretzel half to her. “Uh, well, you can have it if you—”

Kitty snatched the pretzel from him and proceeded to dunk it in the remaining cheese. Danny shook his head and chuckled.

“Johnny never lets me eat like this,” said Kitty. “He insists that I need to maintain my girlish figure.”

“Ghosts have to watch their weight, too?” Danny raised a brow.

“We don’t really need to eat at all,” said Kitty, “but human food makes us gain weight like crazy. But Johnny and I are done, so I don’t have to keep my snatched waist anymore. And you don’t care if I’m a little chubby, do you, Danny boy?”

“Of course not,” said Danny.

“Yeah, you’re not a shallow dick like Johnny.” Kitty stuffed the last cheese-drenched pretzel piece into her mouth. “You wouldn’t care whether or not your girlfriend had a hot ass and nice rack, would you?”

“Uh—well—” Danny reddened and pinched the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s not like I don’t appreciate those things. I mean, I do like pretty girls.”

“Do you think I’m pretty, Danny?”

Kitty grinned at him, her mouth ringed with cheese and bits of bread stuck in her teeth.

Danny laughed. “So very pretty.”

Kitty hummed and sucked the cheese off each of her fingers, sliding them in and popping them out one at a time. Danny watched each movement, almost mesmerized.

At last, Kitty grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth. She then leaned back and patted her exposed belly above her short skirt.

“That hit the spot,” she said with a sigh. “I can’t believe you didn’t want to eat your whole pretzel.”

“Well, I could see you wanted it more.”

“You are such a gentleman, Phantom.”

Kitty turned her head one way and then the other, watching all of the people and families with kids walking by, skipping, talking, laughing.

“This was a pretty fun place after all,” said Kitty. “I wish we had things like this in the Ghost Zone. But there aren’t really public spaces in the Zone, just lairs that belong to different ghosts, and they usually don’t like when you drop by for no reason.”

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that,” said Danny.

Kitty lightly hit his shoulder. “Well, maybe ghosts wouldn’t hate you so much if you weren’t so bent on capturing us and sending us back to the Ghost Zone.”

“I only do that if the ghosts are causing trouble.”

“Do you think I’m trouble, Danny?”

Danny laughed. “Are you kidding? You’re huge trouble. You’re like the biggest trouble there is.”

Kitty stuck out her tongue and also laughed. Then she quieted and watched the people walking by again.

“I wonder if I used to have fun like this when I was a human,” she mused.

“You really don’t remember anything about your past life?” asked Danny.

“Not a clue.”

“Then how do you know you were human?”

Kitty stuck out her bottom lip in thought. “It’s just…a feeling I have. Like I wouldn’t say I have memories of my existence before I became a ghost, but I have feelings about it.”

“What kind of feelings?”

“Like…I’m pretty sure I didn’t live anywhere like Amity Park. I mean, I have no idea where I’m from, but this doesn’t feel like it.” Kitty stared at the horizon where the sun was starting its descent. “I’m pretty sure I would recognize it if I just saw it. Johnny and I have been on a couple road trips across the country, but nowhere we’ve been has felt like home yet.”

She shrugged, turning away from the sunset and looking down at the table.

“I mean, you know. Nothing has called to my soul,” said Kitty. “Does that sound crazy to you?”

“Not at all,” said Danny, shaking his head. “What other feelings about your past do you have?”

“Hmm.” Kitty propped her elbows on the table and clasped her hands under her chin as she flicked her eyes up toward the sky. “Daisies. Whenever I see daisies, I feel something. I don’t know what, but they just seem important to me somehow. It’s a good feeling, whatever it is. But I don’t understand it.”

“Daisies, okay,” said Danny. “Interesting.”

“And…the smell of a campfire. I can feel a memory just dancing on the edge of my brain whenever I smell a campfire.”

“So maybe you used to camp a lot?”

“Maybe. I really don’t know.” Kitty thought some more. “But then there’s also something about the sound of rain hitting an umbrella or a raincoat. Or like a tarp or a tent.”

Kitty started lighting up, her green skin glowing with spectral energy as she continued staring up at the sky.

“Rain on a tent,” she breathed out. “Maybe I did like camping.”

Danny watched the shine on Kitty’s skin ebb and oscillate. She did not seem to be aware that her glow had returned.

“And I’m pretty sure Johnny was with me,” continued Kitty. “Whoever I was in my previous existence, he was also there. And somehow we died together. I just feel like that’s right.”

Her glow intensified, the brightest Danny had ever seen it. Her eyes glazed over, a dreamy smile on her lips.

“You really do like Johnny, don’t you?” said Danny.

Kitty sighed. “But I don’t want to.” She looked at Danny, her glow fading. “I really would rather be with someone like you instead. Someone who treats me right and won’t stand me up when we make plans.”

Danny smiled. “I wouldn’t mind being with someone like you either.”

Kitty returned the smile, no hint of her normal smirk. Her glow returned just a little, brightening her cheeks with a soft green wash.

“Tell you what,” said Danny. “Every time Johnny stands you up, come find me. You and I can go on a date instead.”

Kitty chuckled. “Oh, Johnny would hate that.”

“But what about you?” asked Danny. “It doesn’t have to be a revenge thing, you know.”

Kitty hummed. “It doesn’t, you’re right. Maybe I’ll even get my own bike and let you drive while I ride pillion.”

Danny perked up. “Really?”

Kitty snorted. “No way.” She bumped him with her shoulder. “I like having you behind me.”

Danny reddened but smiled.

A young mother shouted at her child to walk faster and catch up with the rest of the family. Kitty leaned back in her chair.

“You showed me a good time,” said Kitty. “So I guess I have to show you how to dim your glow now.”

She turned to Danny and took both of his hands in hers. He leaned in toward her, waiting.

“There are several ways to do it,” said Kitty, “but the easiest way is to put a damper on all your emotions. Just hold them all back and be completely serious, empty.”

“Empty?” echoed Danny.

“Yes. Empty. Because your feelings stimulate your molecules with energy, making them glow.” Kitty sighed as her glow returned. “Like when I think about Johnny, I just can’t help it.”

She then closed her eyes, still holding Danny’s hands. She tilted her head back slightly.

“But when you empty your mind, all of that stimulation goes away.” Kitty’s glow dimmed and then vanished. She lowered her head and looked at Danny again. “See?”

Danny gawked. “Is it really that easy?”

Kitty took her hands away. “No, it takes some practice. And I imagine it’s gonna take a lot of practice for you to clear out all your emotions.”

Danny pouted. “Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re half human,” said Kitty. “Humans are so freaking moody. Literally everything makes them angry or sad or excited. They’re a mess.”

Danny’s pout turned into a scowl. “I’m not moody.”

“Are you kidding? You’re so moody.” Kitty laughed and started glowing again. “You’re like the moodiest kid there is.”

Kitty continued laughing, but it wasn’t a cruel laugh, an infectious sound that soon broke Danny’s scowl into a smile followed by his own laughter.

After a couple moments, their laughter faded. More families walked by, children shouting and begging their parents to ride the bumper cars one more time, please!

“Guess I should get Johnny’s bike back to him,” she said. “He’s probably blown all his stacks by now.”

“Right now?” asked Danny. “There isn’t time for one more ride?”

Kitty smirked. “Hmm. I suppose there’s always time for one more ride.”

She stood, and Danny followed her out of the fun center.

He was ready to follow her anywhere, honestly.

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baby scarab || 46

anon - in our fav baby scarab what if y/n somehow for some reason ended up in marc’s memory bank we see when they’re crossing to the after life in the show and maybe the the boys end up in her’s and they both come out like “damn you good?” (the answer is no)

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anon - Bs starting to be more affectionate?

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anon - y/n puts marc's hair in tiny pigtails while he naps

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A/N : enjoy???????

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : angst? and fluff? idk

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, nightmares, memory banks, asylums, heavy mentions of child abuse, the usual, let me know if i missed anything.

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you were feeling way better than you did yesterday.

last night, casper had to go home to your disappointment. marc did eventually catch you though and threatened to throw you off the roof, which resulted in you jumping off and sticking to the wall, effectively scaring the life out of him.

everyone else got a laugh out of it though.

and now you were getting home from work, unlocking and opening the door to see all three of your dads, still in separate bodies, arguing about something.

you just rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you, locking it and tossing your bag down so you can take off your shoes.

once you did so, steven walked past you into the kitchen, tensely putting a kettle on the stove after filling it with water.

you sigh slowly and walk towards him, deciding to just stand next to him until he felt like talking.

which wasn’t long at all.

“those two are driving me up the wall” he starts, relaxing a bit. “cant agree on anything, and it’s worse now that they can physically fight” he runs a hand down his face.

you give him a small smile.

“and it’s because for some reason we can’t figure anything out while you’re gone” he rolls his eyes at himself.

you raise an eyebrow at that. “cant even decide what to put on the telly, that’s what they’re arguing about” he gestures off to the living room, where marc and jake are still in some kind of debate.

“anyways how was your day? do you need any pain medicine? what about some tea?” he asks and you smile at him.

“i need you to take a break” you confess. “you do too much for me” you finish, making steven scoff.

“you’re very funny, i’ll get you some tea” he says, but you stop him.

“it’s okay. go take a break i’ll handle dumb and dumber” you smile at him and he relaxes completely.

“are you sure?” he asks and you nod.

“just one thing though” he moves forward to hug you tightly, you reciprocating it almost instantly.

he lets go to press a light kiss to your forehead before getting himself some tea.

“you can stay in my room and read so you can have some time away from them” you tell steven.

“well- you can go in there anyways it’s your house” you wave your hand around.

steven smiles at you and picks up one of his books from off the counter.

“correction- it’s our home. and thank you” he tells you heading off to finally relax a bit on his own.

steven ended up sitting on your windowsill, it was fairly wide so you could fit some cushions and pillows on it, and the string lights hung perfectly above it, giving it a very calming atmosphere.

you turned to jake and marc who were making faces at each other, and walked into the living room to pick up two throw pillows and chuck them both at their faces.

they couldn’t dodge them, since they were too engaged in their weird staring contest.

“what is your problem?” you ask between them and they both start talking at the same time.

you roll your eyes and shoot a web at both of them, just sticking to their shirts to get their attention.

“jake, you first” you clarify, and marc crosses his arms while jake starts to speak.

“this idiota keeps changing the channel”

“that’s because you-“

“how about we agree on f/s? hm?” you suggest, and both the boys rip the webs off themselves and sit back down with glaring at each other.

“and quiet down, steven is trying to read” you point to your room, where your door was half open.

they both just nodded, marc more stiffly than jake.

you put on your favorite show, and went back to the kitchen.

you had a long day at work, and even though your mouth didn’t hurt as bad, it was still sore.

plus you were starving and still couldn’t eat solid foods yet according to steven.

you just decided to warm up half of some canned soup, and settled with that.

due to your enhanced healing abilities, you were healing way faster than anyone else would.

this is one of the times you didn’t curse out that spider.

you finished your soup fairly quickly, as you only had half of the can, and washed your bowl.

you went back to the living room to see jake asleep on the floor, with both the cats laying on top of his chest.

and marc was just watching the tv with a blank look on his face.

“you okay?” you ask him, and he turns to you as you round the couch to sit down next to him.

“nothin’, just.. thinking” he answers and you tilt your head at him.

“about what?” you question and he sighs.

“something you don’t need to worry your little head about” he tries to smile at you but you make a face.

“you always make me tell you everything” you complain, and marc pulls you close to him so that you’re leaning your head on his shoulder.

“you don’t have to worry about me”

“yeah but that doesn’t mean i don’t” you retort and he sighs.

“really, it’s nothing” he assures you and you nod hesitantly.

“if you say so” you say a bit quieter when you heard jake shift a bit in his sleep.

it’s quiet for a moment while you and marc focus on the tv, before he speaks again when you yawn.

“tired?” he rhetorically asks and you nod.

he adjusts you so that you’re laying on top of him like you usually are, then you lift your arms up so that your hands were in marc’s hair, brushing through it with your fingers.

marc sighed in content, and already felt tired.

he always enjoyed when layla played with his hair, so it only makes sense that he liked it when you did it too.

he found it calming, and most sleepless nights whenever you or layla would just simply run your fingers through his hair, he was out like a light.

while marc dozed off, you used two of your hair ties to give him two tiny pigtails, making you silently laugh as to not wake him up.

you took them out and reminded yourself to properly make his hair pretty later, but for now, you were tired.

so you went to sleep as well, not prepared for anything you were about to see.

and neither was marc.

~~~

marc opened his eyes to find himself alone on his couch.

he looked around while sitting up, no jake, no cats, and no y/n.

he frantically got up and checked your room, to see it was back to the empty storage room it was a month ago.

he furrowed his brows, wandering the house a throwing open doors looking for anybody.

“this isn’t funny, come out guys” he yells into the apartment, and rushes to open the front door, only to be greeted with the inside of what looked like some kind of school.

he turned around and saw that the door was gone, and he was stuck inside this place.

he takes in a shaky breath and freezes when what looks like a couple and and older lady come out of an office.

“i’ll tell her to get her stuff ready, if you don’t mind waiting here” the lady tells the couple, who both nod and sit down at a bench outside the office.

marc made a face, walking towards the couple as they speak in hushed voices.

“hello? where am i?” he asks them, to receive no answer.

he furrows his brows again and hesitantly puts a hand out to feel that his hand went right through the woman’s shoulder.

he gasps softly and quickly turns around when he hears two sets of footsteps.

“this lovely couple is going to be adopting you today, y/n. why don’t you go say hi?” the lady says to a very young looking version of you, probably not younger than 5.

marc looks down at the younger you, watching as you hid behind the lady, while the couple came closer and crouched down, the man holding out a hand towards you.

“hey there, y/n” the man starts, and marc makes a face, watching as the small you peaks your head out from behind the lady.

“my name is andrew, and this is my wife emma, we are going to be your parents” he introduces, and you slightly step out to slowly bring a hand up to shake the man’s in greeting.

“see? they aren’t scary” the lady says, and marc sees you turn back to give her a pleasing look while taking your hand back and adjusting your backpack straps.

just then, marc noticed the dark navy blue dress you had on, your knees scraped up and one of your socks halfway pushed down than the other.

his eyes softened when he saw the way you looked at the lady, who shook her head.

“you’re going to go home with them, okay?” she tells the small you, marc shaking his head.

he saw you hug the lady tightly, before being ushered out of the building by the two adults.

marc scoffed and followed you all out, to where he was in a different room, looking behind him and seeing no doors just like the first time.

this time he was in a doctors office, seemingly later since the younger you was wearing shorts and your knees were perfectly healed.

the woman’s blonde hair was grown a bit too, and both her and the man who adopted you had worried looks on their faces.

a doctor came in and went in front of them, seeming to have bad news.

meanwhile, marc noticed that you were staring off at the wall, eyes darting all around.

“is there something wrong with her? she keeps saying she sees things- and- and she hears things we can’t-“ the woman rambles while you tilt your head at the wall.

“it would seem that with the few tests we did, your child has a disorder by the name of schizophrenia” the doctor says, the couple gasping in shock.

marc shook his head with a dark look on his face, and then turns to the small you, looking you right in the eyes even though he knows you can’t see him.

“because of this, she will have to be on a medication. you also have the option to give her up if it’s too much” the doctor leaves and the couple start talking.

marc listens in closely, and he sees you dart your eyes to them for a second.

“hey, y/n, why don’t we go on a road trip?” the man says uneasily and marc already knew what was happening.

and next thing he knew, he was back in the school looking building.

~~~

you woke up earlier than you thought, marc and jake, along with the cats were gone.

you sit up slowly and notice that you were back in your old apartment, all your stuff where it was just a month ago.

“what the hell..?” you mutter, looking around.

you run to each and every room, not finding anything and not hearing any heartbeats.

you open your door to feel like you’re being shoved, and seeing someone’s backyard, which you don’t ever remember being in the hallway.

you look behind you, not seeing the door, so you decide to keep moving forward.

you hear someone talking so you jog in the direction of where the sound was and find yourself staring at what looks like a husband and wife, and then two brothers.

you run towards the kid who was drawing at a picnic table, and start speaking.

“hey!” you snap your fingers in his face. “where am i?” you ask and he doesn’t seem fazed.

you scoff and turn to walk towards the man, who had his back to you.

“hey” you reach to touch his shoulder. “where-“ you freeze in place when your hand goes right through him.

“wha- wait a damn minute” you mutter, going back towards the kid sitting at the table, and waving a hand through his head.

you feel your breathing quicken, but listen when someone starts talking.

“foods ready, who’s hungry?” the woman says, coming towards the kid while the older one walks over as well as you watch them. “roro?” she finishes.

“mom come check out my drawing” the kid at the table says, and that’s when you notice the goldfish he had drawn on a piece of paper.

“he drew the fish with only one fin” the older kid says and you look around frantically, still not knowing what exactly was going on.

“marc, be nice to your little brother” the woman says and you gasp.

“marc..?�� you whisper to yourself staring at the older kid, now seeing some similarities to the man you call your father.

“i’m not hungry” he directs it at his mom. “wanna go to the cave?” he asks the smaller kid, the one the woman called ‘roro’.

you slowly linger after them as roro nods and gets up.

“we’ll eat later”

“boys? don’t be gone too long” the man turns around to say.

“hey hey hey, marc, what do you do?” his mom asks him, and you stare at the both of them.

“keep an eye on your brother, okay?” she finishes for him while he nods.

“laters gators”

“but steven says that..” you trail off, following after the two boys while they wander off into the woods.

you focus in when younger marc and roro start talking.

“okay. okay, okay, fine, but... I'll be rosser, though” roro starts. “can you hear that, dr. grant?”

marc responds right away with a british accent, sounding all too much like steven. “i sure do, rosser. sounds to me like danger”

“dr. grant? like steven grant?! you answer me right now you little assholes!” you yell at the two who still can’t hear you, so you groan and keep following them.

you then heard thunder rumble, making you jump and look up at the sky to see that it was raining.

“mom said not to when it's raining” roro drops the accent, and they both stop for a second in front of what looks to be the cave they were talking about.

“it'll be fine, don't be a baby” young marc tells him and you shake your head, a weird feeling in your stomach forming.

the two boys run into the cave laughing as the rain comes down harder, soaking your clothes and your hair.

you follow after them in the cave, squeezing past all the sharp edges of the rocks.

“wait-“ you look down and see that the water was rising. “stop!” you yell after them, hoping that somehow they could hear you.

“get out of there!” you yell as loud as you can as you hear both of them start screaming.

“help us! mom!” you couldn’t tell who was who as they shouted repeats of those three words, while you tried your hardest to try and get to them.

the water was to your waist, and you started running out of breath due to the humidity, and it made you dizzy with all the shouting echoing through the cave, and beating into your brain.

it was with one last echoing shout that you fell forward, all dried off and in a quiet room.

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marc stood and watched as you waved slowly to the man and woman who adopted you as they walk out of the building.

you were holding a small pill bottle, to which the lady frowned at.

“i’m sorry it didn’t work out, y/n” she apologizes, and leads you to the stairs.

marc follows as the smaller you and the older lady walk up the stairs and to what was once your room.

“go unpack, dinner will be ready in an hour” she says quietly and leaves.

marc stayed with the smaller you, watching as you set your backpack down and stand on the tips of your toes to watch the couple that were going to be your parents, drive away without a second thought.

he frowned as you sat down on the made bed, and that’s when he noticed two other beds in the room too.

he looked over at the same time you did when the door clicked open, two other girls, seeming older than you, walked in and giggles when they saw you.

“they gave you up after two weeks? that’s gotta be a record, scrap” the taller girl of the two says to you, making your eye twitch and look away.

marc furrowed his brows at the name she had called you.

“oh man.. if i knew i woulda-“ he starts to grit out before one of the girls kicks your bag over, making you shoot your head to it and get up off the bag to try and get to it.

the other girl pushed you back, making the smaller you gasp while the taller one went through your bag.

“let’s see if your old parents got you anything good” she says teasingly while marc glared at her with all the anger he could.

if he could kick her over and yell at her he would. he wasn’t against beating up a child at the moment.

he saw the tears forming in your eyes as the other girl pulled the pills out of the side pocket.

she laughed before tossing them on the bed.

“so now you’re a drugged freak?” she laughs. “no wonder they didn’t want you” she leaves your bag on the floor, there girl who pushed you smacking you in the face before shoving you against the wall.

“don’t think that anyone will pity you just because you have some kind of disease” she starts, slamming you against the wall with every word.

marc couldn’t tear his eyes away as he saw your bottom lip wobble and a tear drop from your chin after rolling down your cheek.

“you’re going to stay here for the rest of your life. nobody will ever want such a disappointment like you” and with that, marc swung at the air, his fist going right through the girls head as she stomped away.

he watched you with glassy eyes as you slid down the wall and started silently sobbing into your hands, marc wanting nothing more than to hold you and tell you it was going to be okay.

and it was just like that, where he appeared somewhere else again.

~~~

you look around the room, seeing that there were candles set up everywhere, and it was very quiet.

that’s when you noticed a picture of the younger boy that marc was with in the cave, and everyone dressed in black.

“shit” you mutter, getting up and wandering around the room.

you spotted marc’s mom, who had many people surrounding her. “i want my roro back” she starts, and you sigh. “i want him back” her voice almost breaks at the end of her sentence.

you heard quiet footsteps from behind you, to where you turn and look up to see marc looking down from the railing of the stairs.

“what are you doing here, hmm?” his mom asks bitterly, to which to turn to glare at her.

it was as if when you felt bad for her, all that feeling went away the moment she spoke.

“you were supposed to keep him safe!” she shouts, making you jump and look between her and the younger marc.

“you let him drown” she starts and you shake your head.

“no.. no they- they tried to get out-“ you say to yourself, trying to convince a woman that can’t even hear you that she wasn’t thinking right.

“this is all your fault!” she raises her voice even more, making your breathing quicken, the same to marc.

“this is all your fault!” she begins sobbing and you shake your head as marc runs back up the stairs.

you glare at marc’s mom once more before following after marc, just to see if he ended up being okay after that.

you ended up in the same exact room, which was attached to the kitchen where you saw marc and his father with birthday hats on, and a small cake.

you walk towards them and saw the look of disappointment and sadness present on his face.

“wendy?” his father starts, yelling towards the stairs. “wendy, come on, please” he turns to marc for a second.

“wendy, please. we're just about to blow out the candles now” his voice dies down at the end of his sentence as marc sighs sadly.

“she's not coming” marc states and you frown to yourself.

“your mother's not feeling well, marc” his father starts. “we'll do it just you and i this year, okay?” he asks, more like states and he blows out the candles as marc won’t.

you shake your head and sigh, looking to the stairs and wandering up there, wondering if time wouldn’t somehow magically fast forward again.

“you can't have a birthday without your favorite cake!” you heard, seeing marc and his father share a laugh.

“this must be the next year..” you trail off, noticing his mom watching them from the living room.

the bottle of wine in her hand made you flinch when she swung it around.

“get started on these, okay, son?” marc’s dad says, leaving the room as marc starts cutting the cake.

you tried to block his mom when she got up, but she went right through you, making you groan in annoyance before turning to the both of them.

“you were always jealous of him” she starts, making you shake your head slowly again.

she chuckles again before continuing. “ever since he was born. i... i should've known you would do something like this” she finishes, pouring herself some more wine.

marc throws down the cutlery he was using and rushes up the stairs, to which you follow him but not before giving one more look at his mother.

marc slams the door, and you hesitated before turning the knob and walking in.

~~~

marc wandered until he was in a completely different building than before.

he was in a kitchen, where he saw you, maybe about 8 or 9 now, at a dinner table with a man, a woman, and another older girl who was on her phone.

marc watched as you stared down at your plate, your cheeks hollow and under your eyes dark as a bruise.

his breath stuttered as he saw the man look down at you.

“you better eat that” he says and you shake your head hands fidgeting in your lap.

the man bangs on the table, making you jump.

“you- you didn’t let me have any yesterday and i’m not hungry i-“

“quiet” the man starts. “come on” he gets up while your head shoots up and you shake your head frantically, pushing yourself into the chair.

nobody else was fazed as the man gripped onto your arm, and dragged you from your chair down some stairs and into a room where there was a single mattress and a small window.

“fine, you don’t want to eat you don’t get to for another two days” the man says darkly, letting go of you as you back up into the corner of the room.

marc followed while trying not to yell out of anger.

he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

if he knew where these people were now, he would have a nice talk with them.

he watched with softer eyes as you looked at the red mark on your arm from where the man had a grip on you.

he crouched down in front of where you were pressed against the wall.

“i’m so sorry, kid” he apologizes, even though deep down he knows there was nothing he could’ve done.

he wasn’t there, he couldn’t have been.

but that didn’t stop the thought in his head that said that he should’ve.

he moved back instinctively when you got up from your spot, even though he knew you’d go right through him.

he watched as you took your medication dry, since you didn’t have any water.

“my god..” he realized why you got in the habit of taking medicine dry.

and it was because you had to. they didn’t let you have water. they made you create an unhealthy habit when taking your medication.

marc watches as you sat against the wall on the small matress, until there was a flash of light and your whole appearance changed.

you were older again, looking around 12.

he turns around when the door opens, and that man comes in.

“get up and bring your stuff. we’re going on a trip”

“..you’re taking me back” you state quietly.

“no” the man says, leaving the room as you gather your small amount of belongings.

it all fit in your backpack you’ve had since you were little, the pills going in the side pocket.

he hesitantly follows you out of the house and to the car, where time almost fast forwards again and you’re panicking in the car as you read the buildings sign.

“they took her to an asylum?!” marc exclaims, turning around when he hears you struggling against the man as he basically drags you inside.

marc yelled at him to stop, knowing nothing could be changed as you were almost shoved inside while two doctors inside helped him with leading you to one of the waiting rooms.

“nonono- she’s not- she’s not crazy!” marc shouts, while you’re held down on a table and your stuff put in another room for testing while the man just signs a piece of paper and leaves.

“stop. stop it!” he yells at them, running a hand through his hair as a bracelet is wrapped around your wrist and a needle inserted into your neck as you slowly stop moving all together.

marc feels a tear make it’s way down his face, and he didn’t even bother to wipe it away while watching you be wheeled away on the bed.

and just as he started to follow you, another flash.

~~~

you felt tears running down your face as you saw yourself in another new room, except it wasn’t too new at all.

it took to a second to realize where you were though since you couldn’t get a certain image out of your mind.

marc’s mother smacked him around and beat him with a belt without even blinking.

you really wished you could go back in time and stop it.

“what? she’s not crazy” someone says, and you register it as steven as you come back to reality while wiping tears from your face.

“no- i don’t mean crazy i just mean.. a bit out of it”

“no you mean crazy” steven defends and you scoff, listening in better to try and figure out when this was.

“it was just one dinner anyways, it’s not like she’ll voluntarily come over again” marc says to steven, which makes some of your guilt for him fade into rage.

“you never know, marc” steven starts. “you heard her, she doesn’t have anybody so i was thinking-“

“we can’t, steven you have to understand that, buddy” marc begins. “we barely have time to sleep let alone take care of some problem child”

“she wasn’t a problem when you were joking around with her at supper” steven snaps at him while all that guilt disappeared as you grit your teeth.

“because it was a one time thing-“

“it was not! i can guarantee that she will at least talk to us maybe- she needs support she’s all alone!” steven exclaims and you leave the room, slamming the door, not wanting to hear more.

but it seems that the world doesn’t want you to get away from him, since another memory was happening right outside the hallway.

“what’s wrong mate, you’ve been acting weird all day” steven says in a hushed voice.

“..i feel bad”

“about what?”

“the kid a couple doors down. i.. i really shouldn’t have talked shit when we first met her” he starts and you scoff.

“i’ve had a couple weeks to think about it- and seeing her beat up like that really made it click”

“that’s what i tried to tell you, mate. she really doesn’t have anyone else” steven says softly and all that anger turned back to guilt.

“she really doesn’t” marc shakes his head. “so she can have us then”

stevens face seemed to light up at that.

“are you saying-“

“yes. we can play hero for the kid until she gets adopted or whatever” marc waved him off.

“you’ve grown attached, hm?”

“no- i just-“

“oh you so did”

“no i didn’t- she just-“

“she needs support, like i said and you’re completely willing to give it to her” steven smiles, and you see a hint of a smile on marc’s face too.

that makes you start to smile as well as the world around you started fading to black.

~~~

marc saw you picking at the bracelet as someone signed sheets in front of you.

the date on the computer was a year later than it was in the last memory, making it clear that you’d been in an insane asylum for almost a whole year.

your eyes were even more sunken than before and you had such a distant look in your eyes, it made his stomach twist when nobody payed mind to it.

“you’re free to go, miss y/l/n” the man at the front desk says and you nod slowly, taking your backpack and hugging it to your chest.

marc followed as you slowly made your way down the street, and to the apartment building you were supposed to go to.

“our apartment building” marc observed.

“it’s y/n y/l/n, right?” the doorman said, and you nodded, letting him lead you up the stairs.

when marc was about to follow you again, everything started fading away, leaving him in the dark.

~~~

you awoke with a jolt, throwing yourself off of marc as he seemed to wake up at the exact same time about as shaken up as you were.

you stared at each other for a second before you reached behind you and grabbed a throw pillow and started smacking marc in the face with it.

he shielded himself and took it from you, tossing it to the side and waking jake in the process.

“what the hell?” he asks and you scoff.

“what the hell? really? you thought i was crazy! you- you said i was a problem” you accused him and he makes a confused face.

“i did not” he grits out and you stand up from your spot to go in your room, steven walking out to see what all the commotion was about.

“what-“ he’s interrupted by your door slamming shut.

“have i ever called her a problem?” marc asks both steven and jake and they both exchange looks before looking back to marc.

“you called her a problem while when we first met her” steven suggests and marc freezes.

“i saw her memories” he starts. “like when we were being judged”

“oh lord- do you think…” steven trails off.

“i think so” jake nods.

marc’s sighs and looks towards your door.

“well shit”

~~~

A/N : ooh angsty cliff hanger :0 i wonder what will happen :0 i hope everything turns out okay :0 anyways thanks all of you for the support, i’ll see you all in a couple days i hope you liked it :) <3

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Senior Celebration

Written for DannyMay 2023 Prompt: Campfire Fandom: Danny Phantom Characters: Danny, Kwan, Dash, Ember, Star, Paulina, Tucker, Sam, Jazz Words: 3115 Warnings: Underage drinking and drug use Summary: It's that time of the year again! the Casper high senior campfire! All the seniors gather wood and fuel and go out to the woods at the designated spot and set up a bonfire with no adult super visitor. No one on team phantom really wanted to go, but with Jazz offering Danny a deal that gets Embrer involved how could he pass up the opportunity?

“Are you going to the campfire tonight?” Jazz asked, visiting from college, as Danny looked up from his ectoplasm noodles.

“It wasn't really on my agenda,” Danny shrugged.

“I think you should go. It’s senior tradition and you never know, you might regret it in the future,” Jazz spoke, using the wisdom Danny sometimes wondered where she got it from.

“I’ve never really thought about it. Besides you never went to yours,” Danny shrugged.

“I never went because I was busy studying for finals and worrying about my little brother who made it his own decision to save the world every day when he was 13,” Jazz countered.

“I was 14 mccuse you,” Danny glared as Jazz rolled her eyes.

“I’m just saying. This will be maybe the last time you will all be together. After this, it’s going to be boring classes and graduation,”

“Who would I even bring? Sam doesn’t like the big functions and Tucker will gladly staff the night in with Sam if she asks,” Danny asked.

“You could always bring one of your ghost friends,” She proposed.

“They’re all busy with their things. The only one who might be mildly interested in it is Ember, but she’ll only go if we’re drinking.”

“I don’t like the idea of you drinking underage but unlike mom and dad, I know about your ghost half. If you can clockwork to approve of your activities for the night and send me a note assuring me that you will be safe you can invite Ember and go wild,” she suggested as Danny’s eyes lit up.

“You Promise!” Danny stood up in his seat, ready to rush to the zone.

“I promise, but If I don’t get a note I don’t want to see you flying home stumbling! I don’t want to see you flying at all!” Jazz yelled as Danny was already off to the ghost zone.

“Is someone flying!” Jack came storming into the kitchen.

“We were just talking about a show dad,” Jazz rolled her eyes, a soft laugh escaping her lips at her brother’s antics.

“So can I?” Danny asked clockwork, his ghostly parent.

“I suppose it is good for young ghosts like yourself to experience things. I know Ember will agree and bring the drinks. I will allow this on the conditions that Sam and Tucker are on standby to bring the two of you home, Ember has to provide the drinks, and no human is to drink our drinks. One sip will probably kill any of them from alcohol poisoning,” Clockwork held up a finger each time he said a condition.

“I promise,” Danny assured him as he got out his phone to text his two best friends.

“I have already sent the note to Jazz. Oh and Danny try to not reveal yourself to your entire graduating class,” Clockwork hid a smirk as the young King flew out of his chamber. He might not be able to see into his future anymore, but the King was known for his antics.

“Ember! Yo Flamehead open the damn door!” Danny was banging on the entrance to Ember’s lair.

“I’m coming Babypop! Damn have some patience,” yelling could be heard from the inside.

“What do you want of great king,” Ember let the sarcasm lace her voice.

“Was going to ask if you wanted to party with the humans, but if you’d rather not,” Danny shrugged as he started to fly away, but not before he was stopped.

“We going to party with the humans?” Ember asked, a smile on her face.

“As long as you provide the drinks and we give none to the humans we are good to party. Jazz and CW both approved it,” Danny smirked as Ember's smile matched his.

“We getting ready at your place then?” she asked.

“Hell yeah. I’ll stop by Sam’s and pick up the face paint. You worry about the clothes and booze.”

“I knew you were my favorite for a reason,” she flew back to her lair to get the supplies while Danny flew back to Fenton works.

“I see that Clockwork agreed,” Jazz said on the other side of the portal, holding the sticky note.

“He approved. Ember’s going to be over in a few hours so we can get ready. Gotta fully let Sam and Tucker know to be on call,” Danny told her.

“You’re really excited about this now,” Jazz smiled back.

“I can a free pass to drink and to fuck with the humans. What would make this better!” Danny told her, the two walked out of the lab towards their rooms as Danny got his phone out.

“You better not be planning anything,” Jazz glared.

“Me never!” Danny faked being offended as Jazz rolled her eyes and pushed her little brother into his room, walking to her own room.

“Okay dude so elaborate on that text. I need more than be on call,” Tucker’s face showed up on the face time.

“Yeah, no offense Danny but just saying I’m fucking with humans tonight doesn’t really help either of us.”

“Remember earlier this year we went out to the clubs and I couldn’t get drunk off of the human alcohol.”

“Yeah, dude. This disappointment on your face when you found out you had to be the DD was amazing,” tucker laughed as Sam glared.

“Yeah well in the GZ ghost have ectoplasm-infused alcohol. Alcohol meant for ghosts and I got permission from both Jazz and Clockwork to go all out tonight. We’re going to the senior campfire. Ember is getting the clothes and alcohol and I need to borrow the glow-in-the-dark hair and paint from Sam. I also need both of you to be on call to make sure Ember and I can make it back home.

“Fuck being on call. I’m going to be there! Want me to bring human alcohol Tuck?” Sam asked.

“Hell no someone has to be responsible. Might as well be me,” Tucker rolled his eyes at the backward situation. In any other situation, Sam would be responsible, except for clearly rebelling against the parents.

“Want to smoke before you go?” Danny offered.

“What makes you think I won’t be smoking,” Tucker rolled his eyes as the two laughed and made plans to meet up in two hours with everything they need.

It was two hours later and everyone was in Danny’s room. Ember had bought the ghost alcohol and clothes, Sam human alcohol, with an ice chest, and the glow-in-the-dark stuff, and Tucker, bring the responsible one, bought the weed and camera.

“We trying to get crossed tonight?” Ember asked, looking towards Danny’s open window and Tucker sitting next to it.

“If it’ll affect you I won’t stop you,” Tucker shrugged as Sam grabbed the joint out of his hands and easily inhaled the smoke.

“Alright first gotta get switched,” Ember said as her body started to glow as she muttered words to herself in her place that were the same clothes and hair, but instead of dead gray skin, she was now a caramel color.

“Bringing out the human costume?” Sam observed.

“The council has been pushing on us to try and blend in more. I have Danny vouching for me but the last thing I want is Walker on my ass,” she rolled her eyes as she passed out the crop tops to the group, all, of course, different from her brand.

“I’m sticking with my sweater, but thanks,” Tucker declined the shirt, as Ember rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t forget about you geek boy. Put it on to match the neon theme,” she threw the sweater that had her guitar on it toward him.

“Danny, did you want a skirt, leggings, or pants?” Ember asked as she dug through the clothes, passing sam a mini skirt and leggings and Tucker a pair of matching skinny jeans.

“Got any shorts?” Danny asked.

“Bitch you know I have everything,” Ember found a pair of shorts that would reach to his mid-thigh, along with a fishnet long-sleeve t-shirt to put underneath the short sleeve crop top

“I’ll go and change in Jazz’s room,” Danny grabbed the clothes as Tucker left for the bathroom, leaving the two girls to quickly change into Danny’s room. Ember sticking with her normal style, just changing into the neon glow-in-the-dark versions.

Once they got back, Tucker quickly put out the joint as Ember got out the hair die. “I got ectoplasm color for you two, and this lighter blue for me. You don’t need much because it’s going to glow and it should be washable,” Ember assured them as they quickly put in their hair, making sure the fumes can fully escape.

“Ready for makeup boys?” Sam asked as she and Ember already had theirs completed.

“Let’s go!” Danny smirked.

“I feel like I should be to straight to hang out with all of you,” Tucker groaned, but let Sam man-handle his face to get the eye make up on.

“Hey, every group needs their token straight!” Danny defended his best friend.

“Good to know you all keep me around for something,” Tucker said as the group rolled their eyes.

“Ready to head out?” Ember asked once everyone was ready an hour later.

“We drove Tucker’s truck over here so just put everything in the back. We already packed the blankets and shit,” Sam said as the crew headed downstairs.

“Hey, sweetie! Going to the campfire?” Maddie asked as she noticed her son and friends walk down the stairs, pausing at the teenager's outfits.

“Really Danny?” Jazz asked with an eye roll.

“As you said last time we’re going to be together, gotta make it count,” Danny said as his friends already walked out to the truck.

“Just be safe,” she smiled, stopping their mother from saying anything as he left to join his friends.

“Don’t wait up!” Danny yelled, closing the door.

“If the cops call tonight I’m not picking them up,” Jazz said as she closed her book to walk back upstairs.

“Dude isn’t that the geek's truck?” Kwan pointed out to Dash as the beat-up truck with a black and green paint job pulled up backward, letting the bed of the truck face the fire.

They had the attention of most of the senior class by now, simply because everyone thought that wasn’t going to show up. Not from bullying or being made fun of, they have all grown out of that by now. Not everyone thought that they wouldn’t show because they have all made it a point to avoid most of the senior functions.

“Alright let’s party!” a caramel-skinned girl with bright blue hair that seemed to have a glow to it, hopped over to the bed of the truck where there were two ice chests stored.

“I’m not fixing any property damage,” Tucker got out from the driver’s side, a joint in his hand.

“Relax. Danny hasn’t been able to have a night out in a while,” Sam got out from the passenger side. Everyone’s clothes seemed to be matching, the only thing different was their hair and makeup.

“Not my fault! I said no to the responsibilities,” Danny rolled his eyes as many stares followed him as he got on the bed, happy the bonfire was already going, opening the ice chest that was marked with a green x and getting out a bottle of something green, bubbling, and had no label.

“That is definitely the geek squad,” Dash assured, as the entire senior class saw the geeks in a way they’d never seen them before while at school. Relaxed and in their element.

“Please don’t tell me you’re staring at Fenton’s ass?” Paulina pleaded.

“Not my fault if it’s a good ass!” Dash and Kwan were quick to shoot back as both boys blushed, realizing everyone was no looking at them.

“So this is supposed to be the unsupervised senior party? Ember asked nothing the bonfire was surrounded by cars and trucks and just normal groups talking and drinking around.

“Yep. didn’t want to come only came to drink and fuck with humans,” Danny shrugged in a what can you do kind of way.

“Well, this party’s shit. Let’s get it started!” Ember said as she bought out her equipment and a device that had plenty of preloaded songs. Standing on top of the car she got the attention of everyone.

“Alright losers! I came here to party and this is seriously the lamest party I have ever been to and I’ve been to too many fucking awkward dinner parties! Now I finally got my chance to hang out with baby pop and I will not let your high school bullshit ruin it so starting now if you have a request come up here and write it down! If it’s lame or not a party song I’m not putting it on!” Ember yelled as she pushed play and P!nk’s Get this Party Started started to play and fill with noise.

Already team phantom could see people breaking out into smiles and dance

“Since when did Fenton know such a party person?” Star wondered as they saw him and the girl stare deep into each other's eyes as, both with a non-open drink sam counted down and instantly both twisted off the tops of the green liquid and chugged it down, Danny throwing him into their own personal trash bin.

“I’m beating your ass flame face!” Danny yelled, getting his third drink open.

“Keep going baby pop! It’s going to take a lot more than that to get your ass drunk! If I’m not dragging you through the realms as we piss off Cw then this was for nothing!” she cheered him on as the song changed.

“You’re gonna go talk to him aren’t you?” Star and Paulina wondered as they looked toward Dash, a blush forming on his face.

“No, I’m not!” Dash countered.

“But he wants to!” Kwan taunted, avoiding Dash going for him as the two girls rolled their eyes and filled up their cups with wine.

“Ready to push him?” Star asked.

“Oh very much so,” Paulina agreed as they waited, and when they caught Dash staring for the eighth time and forty minutes passed they walked over towards the geek squad, now only containing two.

“Chug chug chug!” Ember shouted as Danny downed another drink, he wasn’t sure about the drink but he knew he was tipsy.

“Sup Star, Paulina,” Danny greeted, as he fell over to the other side of the truck to greet the two girls.

“Hey Danny. Did you come with this girl as your date?” Star wondered as Ember almost split her drink out.

“Me and baby pop are you kidding? Sorry but I’m not into him,” Ember shrugged as Danny placed a hand on his heart.

“Flame face, m’urt.”

“Yeah, you be m’urt. You’re finally starting to slur and we only had to drink six drinks. I’m becoming more and more proud. Anyway, what do you want with baby pop?” Ember asked as she banged on the back window of the truck. “Slow it down you two! I’m trying to have a conversation!”

“Fuck off Em! It’s my fucking truck!” Tucker yelled back.

“Ignore them. You know they're like fucking rabbits,” Danny rolled his eyes. “You wanted to ask something?”

“Yeah want to dance with Dash or Kwan?” Paulina asked as she pointed to where both boys were blushing and not looking.

“Do I gotta choose?” Danny wondered out loud.

“I swear you are such a whore,” Ember rolled her eyes.

“No slut shamming in Tucker’s truck!” Danny shouted back.

“You’re only defending the two rabbits in the backseat,” Ember fought back.

“Tell em yes,” Danny shook his head. “But I don’t think I can get out of this truck by myself,” Danny groaned as he laid down and was about to roll off the tailgate.

“See baby pop this is why we have Tucker. Tucker! Get your dick covered and come out here!” Ember yelled.

“If he wants to fuck Dash or Kwan then make them come and get him!” Sam yelled back.

“You heard the girl,” Ember shrugged, but still gave Danny another drink, laughing when he didn’t sit up to drink it and ended up pouring it on himself.

“Please warn your friends that Danny is indeed and whore,” Ember shouted back.

“If you want Danny all you have to do is get him out of the truck. You also might want to keep him drinking. I think is you stop him he’ll get upset, not angry upset, but sad puppy upset,” Star observed.

“First one there wins?” Kwan asked, as Dash didn’t wait for a start and ran ahead getting to Danny first.

“So wanna dance?” Dash asked, helping Danny get off of the car.

“Get me a drink from Em and I’ll happily dance!” Danny smiled as he drank his eight drink.

“How many have you had?” Dash asked as they went to where the other seniors were dancing around the campfire.

“Who knows? It tastes good. You can’t have any,” Danny said as took another sip and blood rushed to Dash’s face as the way Danny was dancing would not be counted as appropriate.

“Why can’t I?” Dash asked, thinking it was just a drunk brain talking.

“You're funny! It’s not for humans!” Danny laughed as he took another sip, as Dash’s eyes went wide.

“But you’re human,” Dash wondered.

“I’m not human. I’m only half. I died when I was fourteen. It’s why I needed Em here to get drunk. You still wanna dance?” Danny asked, hope in his eyes and Dash figured he could get his answers another time as the two danced and eventually made their way into the back of Dash’s truck.

The next morning Danny woke up, already questioning why he was in his bed, but walked to the bathroom to get something for his killer headache. After that he went down to the kitchen to get some food.

“Good afternoon. Did you have fun?” Jazz asked, placing a plate of food in front of her brother once she heard him shuffling upstairs. “Eat. It helps.

“I don’t know. Can’t remember,” Danny moaned as he ate the food in slow bites as his stomach started to work.

“Don’t worry you'll be hearing the stories soon enough, but in case you were wondering the whole school now knows that you have a thing for Dash and Kwan,” Jazz said with a smirk as her brother almost choked on his food. Instead of elaborating she just walked up, smirking in victory as her brother launched for phone to message Tucker.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dannymay2023 #dannymay #dash baxter #dash baxter x danny #sam manson #tucker foley #paulina sanchez #dp fanart #ghost king danny

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 30 - Now and Zen

Ophelia signs her Tartosa friends up for a 6 AM yoga class at a spa in a neighboring town and, because they're the best friends on earth, they agree to go. They've got the Pizzazz wedding gig coming up, so they need to be in the zone!

Ophelia has a little more experience than her friends.

Drew is a pretty confident person, but they're not confident they won't fall flat on their face during some of these moves.

Instructor: Just follow at your own pace.

Moses: If I was at my own pace, I'd still be in bed.

Being ambitious, Ophelia sometimes struggles when she's not automatically the best at something.

Ophelia: Must… be zen… even if… it kills me.

Moses: muttering Or us. Ow!

They're all really good at child's pose, at least.

Despite not being the best at it yet, they do have to admit that they enjoyed themselves. Maybe Ophelia was right, this wellness stuff could do them all some good.

Ophelia: Oh, what now? Face mask or workout?

Drew: Uh, wasn't the whole point of this to relax?

Ophelia: Self-improvement IS relaxing!

Ophelia is efficient and decides to go with a face mask AND a workout.

Ophelia: You're a strong, confident woman. You have great friends here and in Willow Creek. The awkwardness with Libby will pass someday. Right now, focus on being the best you! You're gonna kick life's ass!

Xander: What up, Casper? Drew: Haha. I need a mask, and a drink, to make me forget how tired I am. Ophelia's self improvement kick is great and all, but that yoga class kind of kicked my ass. Moses: Don't act like you also didn't click yes to that Wellness liking popup

Xander: Should we be concerned? Seems like she's hardly let herself have a free moment since the break up.

Drew: I think Ophelia's just like that, dude.

Moses: You know how ambitious Sims are, mate. Keeping busy is how they cope.

Xander: I guess you're right.

Xander can't help but interrupt her boxing.

Xander: Come on, Lemon Cake. Time to take five. Don't want to wear yourself out for tomorrow. Ophelia: I don't want to. Xander: What if I said please real cute like with this face? Ophelia: I'd say no, real ugly like with this face.

Xander: I might have to start calling you Sour Lemon with that mean mug.

That gets Ophelia to cut the act and let out a laugh.

Xander: I knew you couldn't resist! No one can resist this face!

Ophelia: Shut up! Fine, I'll take a break, you dork. Let's check out the pool.

Before they can swim…

Xander: Listen, you're doing okay, right?

Ophelia: Why wouldn't I be?

Xander: You've got the garden you told us about and all this wellness stuff you're getting into. That's great and all, I just want to make sure you're not using it as a distraction.

Ophelia: Distraction? Xander: I know some Sims throw themselves into new projects to distract themselves when life gets rough. I know that because I'm one of those Sims. If you need someone to talk to, we're here for you if it's too weird to talk to your other friends about.

Ophelia: I appreciate it Xander, but I'm really just trying to better myself. Two of my friends had a baby recently, and it really put things into perspective. There's so much I want to do before, and after, I have kids, so I'm trying to become the future mom my kids deserve

Xander: If my parents and Hilary had your wellness knowledge, they would have probably had an easier time dealing with me as a kid.

Ophelia: Ha!

Xander: For what it's worth, I think you'd be a great mom now, but you've got plenty of time to get even better.

Ophelia: Thanks.

Ophelia: One thing about me, when I get knocked down I don't stay down for long.

Xander: That makes one of us. When things ended with my last partner-

Ophelia: Oooh, I'm getting some exclusive Xander Lore?

Xander: Not anymore, Lady Interrupts-A-Lot.

Xander may be a goofball, but he's clearly a good guy, as well. Ophelia's glad she has someone like him in her corner.

I didn't manage to get screenshots of it but she stole two things during the time she was at this spa. Look at her smug face. You can't keep getting away with this forever, young lady!

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #drew #moses

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god-mouths · 8 months

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I NEED TO HEAR EVERYTHING YOU CAN TELL ME ABT THE LAFAUX FAMILY

Will do! this one got long

First off I want to start with the name. LaFaux —> La Faux, which literally translates to “the faker/the false” in French. This of course applies to Casper more than anyone else for a myriad of reasons, but still overall. The whole family.

I’ll go in chronological order— first, the patriarch of the family, micheal lafaux. (Died age 70) He built this business from the ground up! World’s worst eccentric businessman.

Here he is. Fun fact! Every aspect of his personality and character design corresponds to each of his four children— except for Casper. Anyways I have been figuring out his character and boy has it been a genuine fucking delight. He’s such an asshole. He does coke but like. It doesn’t *do* anything to him he just likes putting stuff up his nose. He is always honest (ironic and a direct contrast to his last name)— but he is not kind. He has endless, boundless energy, at least in the prime of his life. The minute he hits fifty it all goes downhill. He loses his energy and his spark.

But, in the 60s or the 70s or whichever, he was a force to be reckoned with. He’s good at macguyvering inventions using random crap, which was how he built and maintained his business. Also he’s sort of a bigot, but not like actively it’s just a side effect of being an important guy in the 60s

A personal rule I have for drawing this thing is that his pupils shouldn’t touch the outlines of his eyes. Adds to that crack-addled look of his that he’s so keen on maintaining. Fun fact about micheal, he cannot wait to die. Not in a bad way, he just genuinely thinks he has it in him to kick the devil’s ass and rule hell. He thinks he’d have fun down there.

Next, Delphina LaFaux (neé Alta-L’Estandares. That’s “high standards” in Spanish. I think I’m funny.) aged ~68 or so at death

She is an assassin who is trying to kill micheal for his money and instead ends up in the world’s most miserable marriage as the man just won’t die. She is absolutely trapped in a hell of her own making.

To put it nicely, she needs micheal like an alcoholic needs a drink. She ends up taking care of the children, because lord knows micheal isn’t doing that. “The prodigal wife, the woman with so much hatred in her body that she's turned it into a living. She faces a challenge in her husband, him being the one person she can't kill. She'd switch gears and try something new, but....something deep in her mind begs her to stay here. Maybe it's destiny, or fate, or....just a prison of her own design. She's doomed. She knows she is. She's procrastinating getting out of the way of the moving train. she's not even tied to the tracks -- she's just standing there.

What's it like to be the dead wife before she dies?”

^ blurb I wrote for an are pee

Now onto them kids those rascals.

This is the firstborn, Peter. (38) He grew up when his father was still in his prime, so he knows the most about how the man actually thinks and talks. When his father dies Peter gets the house. He has no idea how to take care of the huge mansion, and sort of lets it fall into disrepair. He’s a bit frazzled and hides himself from the public eye, because he grew up in the eye of the camera due to being the son of a multi billionaire. He really just wants to live his life alone in peace. Definetly the most chill out of the lafaux family. He got that eyepatch because when he was a kid he looked directly into a bottle rocket just as it went off.

Old ass comic he really is just a fun guy

Onto Vivian, the second oldest. (35) She emulates her father the most, and caught the end of her father’s prime growing up. She is the favorite, and if she were a boy, micheal would have stopped having children literally right then and there. However, micheal wanted a man to inherit all his money. And since the inheritance goes to the youngest we simply can’t have that. The story of LEM is the story of a spy op consisting of criminals. VIVIAN is the one who creates this spy op in the first place, to rival her brother Casper. I haven’t draw. Much of her at all . This is the best image I have of her

I think this is like…2020? Art?? 2019? Still. She’s cunning. A fun gal.

Onto Casper. We all know Casper hi Casper (he’s like 26)

When his father dies, he is 16, putting him in charge of the estate as his sister at the time was too young to do so (13.)

His sister does not make it past age 13. He murders her—supposedly— for the inheritance, and blames it on a faked home intrusion. The rest of the living lafaux siblings are completely silent on this. They’re aware it happened, but have no way of proving it. Peter becomes more of a recluse as a result, and Vivian launches her spy op offensive.

Anyways, Casper renames the company business from “LaFaux Corporate” to “Blue Fox (Faux)”, merging all of the companies his father had dominion over into one giant conglomerate.

The lafaux last name applies to him the most. All he does is lie. His whole personality is a farce to a hidden maliciousness underneath. He is trying to emulate his father, and in doing so has made a suit out of a dead man’s skin. Don’t be mistaken, however. Casper doesn’t live in his father’s shadow- Casper is more famous than his father ever was. What Casper is doing here is making himself a grave in the shape of his father’s corpse. He’s much calmer, though.

Lastly, Beatrice LaFaux. 13, died. Sucks to suck.

#about ocs #oc asks #writing #asks

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trinoxtrinox · 2 years

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A party to be remembered through the ages (Part 2)

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: Costume Party

Summary: Danny goes to 2 of his friends in order to invite them to Johnny's party.

Author's note: Yeah, this one is getting out of control XD A third part is in the making, and hopefully that'll be the last past as well XD

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“Sidney! Mind if I go in for a bit!?” Danny screamed from outside of his haunt, the monochrome replica of Casper High.

“Phantom?” Sidney peeked outside from one of the windows, witnessing the Specter Speeder with one halfa inside of it. “Oh geez, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I got invited to Johnny’s party and he said I could bring 3 ghosts with me,” he replied while getting out of the vehicle at the same time as the monochromatic ghost left his haunt, “so I wanted to know if you wanted to be one of my plus three.”

“Oh that swells!” A grin overcame Sidney’s face, however he soon deflated as well, “however I must decline.”

“Really? What for?”

“You see, a nice fella by the name Wulf has already invited me to said party, and it’d be of the lowest level of courtesy for me to reject an invitation he has so cordially extended to me already.”

“Wait, you know Wulf?”

“Yeah! The big softball of fur came into my haunt one day wanting to hide from that bully Walker, and we bonded then.”

“Huh, that’s great. I always thought that Wulf could use some extra friends to stand up against Walker.”

“You said so yourself, well, I’ll be going back to my lair to prepare my costume for the party, smell ya later Phantom.”

“See ya Sidney.” And like that the conversation ended, Danny returned to the Specter Speeder meanwhile Pointdexter went into the black and white replica of Casper High, leaving the both of them to think about their next step in their plans. “I guess I could invite Frostbite, I doubt Johnny knows him after all. Oh, Pandora would be a great addition as well, I can already see her doing some kind of warrior for the party.”

With that in mind, Danny steered the Speeder in the direction of the Far Frozen and floored it, going as fast as possible in order to reach that place soon; it was pretty far that lair after all, and even at the maximum speed it would take Danny about 1 hour, and considering that Acropolis of Athens is located between the Far Frozen and the Fenton Portal, it would be for the best for him to visit the Far Frozen first, at least that way he could use needing to deliver the last invitation as an excuse so that Frostbite doesn’t invite him for some tea and talks to him for hours to no end.

The time passed and Danny finally had the frosted island within his sights, the Far Frozen fast approaching, and a smile spread out across his face. A minute later Danny landed, and upon exiting the vehicle Frostbite was already awaiting his arrival.

“Great One! To what do I owe you the pleasure of this visit?” The yeti asked as he spread his arms ready to hug the young halfa in front of him.

“Heya Frostbite,” he saluted as he accepted the inevitable hug that would’ve crushed his ribs to a million pieces if he wasn’t in ghost form nor really resilient, “I actually came with an invitation.”

“Oh really?” the chief of the Far Frozen let him down, now looking directly at him, “What would that be then?”

“Well, Johnny 13, one of my regulars, invited me to a costume party, and he said I could bring 3 ghosts with me as friends to the party, and I thought that you could come as well.”

“Oh that would be an honor Great One, are there any specifications I should know beforehand?”

“Yeah, the party is in one week and the theme is ‘Historical Figures of the Infinite Realms’.”

“Well, I already have an idea for a costume then.”

“Really? Who’re you gonna go as?”

“That, Great One, is going to be a surprise for you.”

“Ah, come on!” exclaimed in a teasing tone Danny, wanting to know yet willing to wait for said surprise.

“Now now, I’ll begin looking for the materials now, if you’d like to know so badly, you can always join me in my search for them.”

“Sorry Frostbite, but I’ll have to say no to that, I still have one more ghost to invite to the party.”

“Understood Great One, may your endeavors be fruitful and your costume as great as you are.”

“Thanks Frosty, hope your costume also ends up looking great as well. I’ll come pick you up when the time for the party comes.”

“Thank you Great One, I’ll see you when a week has passed then.”

“See ya Frostbite.” And with a quick hug, Danny boarded the Specter Speeder once more and lifted it again, now traveling in the direction of the Fenton Portal with another destination in mind, the Acropolis of Athens.

#Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Chaos #Day 14 #Costume Party #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Sidney Pointdexter #Frostbite #Pandora Wulf and Johnny 13 are mentioned #Damn it isn't easy to write while sick :V #Welp. Let's start writing part 3 now XD

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tllgrrl · 11 months

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Formal Introduction by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

@sarahbuckybingo 2023 Summer Prompt Fest - Week 3: Bucky Barnes & Cass and AJ Wilson

(Note: Originally posted 19 July 2023. Accidentally deleted and reposted 30 July due to Pilot Error. Apologies and Thanks to everyone who Liked/Reblogged the original post.)

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Cassius Casper Wilson’s vault isn’t old and fragile like many in the old cemetary, but on his birthday, when Sarah and their two sons visit, they still lovingly tend to it to make sure it looks nice. They bring the old red Radio Flyer—formerly Sam’s and Sarah’s now belonging to Cass and AJ—loaded with brooms, brushes, cleaning rags, and a couple of spray bottles of water, along with flowers, sun hats and a small ice chest of cold soft drinks.

On the way there, Cass and AJ tell Bucky about how graves are above ground in New Orleans, that there are famous people buried in the city—including “a real pirate”—and they tell him about some of the special customs people do at graves. Sarah elaborates on those.

Initially, the man formerly known as the “Winter Soldier” had some trepidations about being in the midst of so much death, after decades of he himself being the cause of so many deaths, but before they all left for the cemetery, he placed a brown paper bag containing a few special items into the red wagon that the boys took turns pulling to the gravesite.

He was at a cemetery in New Orleans with Sarah and her sons, because the boys asked him to come with them.

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Two weeks earlier, sitting at his desk, going over some maps and blueprints for Team Cap’s upcoming mission, he could hear them coming up the stairs talking.

He couldn’t help the smile that started in his chest.

He knew they were heading up to the attic because they didn’t slow down at the landing to go to their room. After a few seconds of excited whispering, two small fists knocked on his door, so he closed his laptop and turned his chair to face the door.

“Yes?”

“Can we come in?” Cass spoke first. “We have something important to ask you.”

“But we can ask you later if you’re doing a Uncle Cap computer meeting!” AJ offered.

“Hey! Come on in, fellas!”

They tumbled into his room, and rushing over to his desk, immediately began their pitch:

“Daddy’s birthday—“

“It’s next Saturday, and—“

“Nuh-uh! Next Saturday is Free Comic Book Day!”

“Oh yeah! Daddy’s birthday is Saturday after next!”

“And we go visit him. Mama and us.”

“And we tell him about stuff like school—“

“—and Little League, and books I been reading and—“

“Mathletes and Star Wars!”

“And we want you to come too this time.”

“Because you and Mama are all going steadily!” AJ says to Bucky like it’s still kind of a secret.

“Ah…going steadily, huh?” Bucky leaned back in his chair, nodded thoughtfully, and through the window, he heard the squeak of the screen door below, Sarah softly singing to herself as she walked down the porch steps, turned on the spigot and pulled the water hose over to the vegetable garden.

“AJ!” Cass dramatically ran one hand down his face, then leaned over and whispered into his little brother's ear.

“I mean going steady,” the young boy said, crossing his arms and mirroring Bucky’s thoughtful nod.

“So…do you want to come? Mama says you might not want to, and we understand if you don’t, but…”

Bucky sat up, rested a hand on each knee and gathered his thoughts before he spoke because the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint them.

“Listen. I know visiting your father on his birthday is a special thing you do. You and Mom. Are you sure you guys want—”

“Heck yeah we do!” Cass insists.

“We have to introduce you to him. You’re family now. You’re our Bucky!”

Looking at their faces, he sees their mom, and their father, who he’s seen photos of. He even sees a hint of Sam, along with his and Sarah’s parents Paul and Darlene Wilson.

He sees the family that he’s somehow now a part of, and he thinks about his own family: his Pa, Ma, and his sister Rebecca, all now long gone.

(You’re family now. You’re our Bucky.)

The boys saw him look down at his now clasped hands. One flesh and blood, warm. The other one metal and wires and…

They’ve seen him think like this before, and for a few seconds they’re sure he might not want to come with them just yet. Then he looked up at them, placed one hand on Cass’s shoulder, and the other hand on AJ’s.

“Cass, AJ, I would be honored to be introduced to your father. Thanks for inviting me.”

“Yesss!!!” The boys high-fived each other, and fist pounded the youngish old man sitting in front of them.

“We gotta go tell mama!! Thanks Uncle Bucky!!”

“Any time, fellas!”

He sat and listened as the small tornado of boys rushed down the stairs.

“Goin’ steadily…” he mused, not trying to keep the grin from turning into a full-out smile.

A few minutes later, in the middle of writing about extraction logistics and post-mission debriefing, he looked up from his notes, stood, walked over to the window, and looked down at the boys and Sarah across the yard, in the garden.

Narrowing his focus, he could hear them.

“Mama! Guess what?”

“He said yes!!”

“Oh, really?” She smiled, adjusting Cass’ askew glasses. “He did?”

“YES!!” the boys say in unison.

She gathered her sons into her arms, kissing them on the tops of their heads. Then she looked up at the attic window. He knows she can’t really see him from there, but he could read her lips as she mouthed “Thank you.”

He went back to his desk, picked up his phone, pressed a button, spoke, and after a few rings…

“Hey, Sam. Yeah, fine. We’re all fine. You? Good to hear.

Well…yes. I am happy. What? I’m not grumpy all the time, Samuel.

Listen. You got a minute? I have a few questions about Cass’s and AJ’s father, and about traditions.”

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Also posted HERE on The AO3.

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::ICYMI::

@sarahbuckybingo Summer Prompt Fest

Week 1 - July 1-7 Prompt: Cookout

#bucky barnes & cass wilson & aj wilson #bucky barnes #cass & aj wilson #sarah wilson #sarahbucky #buckysarah #sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #fleur de louve #sarahbucky bingo #sarahbuckybingo #sarahbucky summer 2023 #sarahbucky summer prompts fest #prompt: cookout #moodboard by tllgrrl

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carolinablues-story · 11 months

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33 x Play The Game x part 2

Jermaine

I took a deep breath as I pulled the keys out of the lock, closing the door behind me. It felt good to finally be home after yet another tiring training camp. Due to the last two days, I hadn’t much sleep--mainly because of my own choices. But today I was sure I was going to sleep even if I had to force myself to do so. My mind was overwhelmed with everything that was going on in my life, and with me still missing Cam I found any and every reason not to be here. Today I didn’t have a reason so I’d have to face the reality. Hell, this was probably the step I needed to take to stop missing her.

I quickly stepped out of my practice shoes and flipped the light switch to the right of me. It felt like my heart jumped out of my chest when I registered Cam standing in the middle of the living room floor, glaring at me. I would ask how the hell she got inside but I quickly remembered that I didn’t take the key away from her.

“You’re not the only one that does pop ups.” She crossed her arms over her chest, laughing at my confused expression.

“You had time to fly out here? Because you was Casper all before then...had a nigga stalking his then girlfriend, the fuck!”

“We’ve talked about that! We need to talk... now.” I took note of her outfit, some light washed jeans and an oversized hoodie. It wasn’t something I was used to her wearing so I could tell she ‘rushed’ here. Sighing, I threw my keys on the coffee table that stood between us. Without removing my eyes from her, I took off my jacket tossed it and sat on the couch that was closer to me than her. I leaned forward and propped my elbows on my knees, giving her the most bored expression I could possibly give her.

“Talk.”

“Where have you been all night? First of all. And what do you mean ‘then girlfriend’!?” Cam slapped her thighs before flopping back into the couch. She look exhausted but I also couldn’t find myself to care. I guess seeing her helped me to realize that I didn’t miss her as much as I thought I did. Having her in my presence allowed all the anger I really had towards her to resurface. I honestly don’t know how she could stand here questioning me right now like we didn’t talk about this as she said.

“Why you care? You not my girl!” I retorted out of anger, I was in my head thinking aloud. As soon as I realized it, I locked eyes with a teary eyed Camryn. Only then did my heart soften. Maybe we did need to talk, because she didn’t even understand that she was the one that said we weren’t going to last longer anyway. I didn’t even stop to think that maybe it was her feelings talking that day, but she seemed so cold why would I? It’s not like I ever had a woman in the past to base this thinking off of and she knew that. “I didn’t mean to yell...but you said that we weren’t going to last.” I finally shrugged when Camryn seemed to be speechless.

“I know what I said but-”

“But what?”

“But I was upset...Jermaine you kissed Zayn how do you think I would feel?” Camryn tears finally let loose and I wanted so badly to jump this couch and hold her. I was stuck however.

“Cam, there is nothing in this world I can truly do to prove to you that I am sorry. I lied. I lied about not being attracted to A’zayn...but she was never you to me and I saw past that. I was wrong for wanting you to see that. I didn’t want her at the time...”

“At the time?” Camryn head cocked to the side and she wiped her eyes for the first time. I shook my head. Damn Jermaine you really got to learn when to fucking shut up, I thought. “So you want her now?” I was the one speechless now. What could I truly say?

After that night, Zayn and I were spending more time together on the low. And when I say low I mean just that. I never knew there were so many lowkey spots in North Carolina and I’ve been here my whole life before the draft. Zayn was cool as fuck. I could not deny. Before Cam, I hadn’t been cool with any other woman since high school. Once I graduated, I was a man on a mission and nothing came in between that until I met Cam. I was so disciplined. I had dreams to accomplish, things I wanted to give my mama, my brother. Hell, my whole family. Then I met Camryn and she became my everything. She taught me another side of life I didn’t know I wanted to learn. She taught me how to fall in love for real. How to become friends with someone, making sure you’re really ready for something with that person. I was ready for it all with Cam. I always had been. I was waiting on her to finally catch up, and when she did it blew up in our faces and I met Zayn. I didn’t plan on meeting her. I didn’t plan on getting to know her. The same way I was drawn to Camryn, I could almost say for Zayn except she doesn’t need me. Zayn is a strong woman, and I learned that over the last few days. We got to know each other, deep conversations. Games. Tv shows. Lil dinner dates. Everything to get our minds off of reality. We didn’t do anything except enjoy each others company. It felt good to have an escape. Cam was always in the back of my mind every time though. I kept wondering if I was hurting her and my heart would sting. Each time Zayn would notice and call it a night. It had been two days since I last talked to her being that I had done that three nights in a row after spending two weeks truly enjoying her time.

So again, what could I really say?

“Are you falling for her?” Camryn voice whimpered into my thoughts. I looked at her and sighed. For the first time I could finally move. I got up and crossed the short distance between us and sat down beside her. I could feel her relax and that was enough to help me think my thoughts through for whatever she wanted to ask after this.

“No, I am not. Camryn I love you. I loved you since the night I’ve met you. I see you in my life. I never knew how much I needed you until I needed you and I risk majority of what I have to keep you around. You...you told me that I didn’t love you because I wanted you here, with me. Where I feel like you should be. I thought you was mine, my family. I wanted that with you. I still do. Its like, my heart only beat for you. But you hurt me Cam. Because I ain’t never in my life did no shit like what I did with you. I missed a game that night. You know that before anybody AND you know why....that wasn’t enough for you? I could have understood a...I don’t even know. But to tell me I don’t love you because of a sudden decision....and then use my career against me...its like how could you?”

“Jermaine, I-” Camryn reached for my hand, immediately my guard was back up and I put space between us. This caused her to cry again and I blew a breath out, shaking my head.

“I’m not done. You signed up for this, you could have walked away at any moment. You know my career and what it entails. So it wasn’t, and will never be the same. I knew you were in school, I knew your dreams, your goals...and you switched them...for a big break? No offense but what am I?” I couldn’t help but laugh. So many women would kill to be Cam. I love her but lets be frank, in reality she freeloaded off of a complete stranger under the guise of ‘best friend’ until she suddenly fell in love. What kind of fairytale shit is that? And who wouldn’t want it?

“I don’t think of you as some big bank, Jermaine!” She gasped looking at me seriously.

“Well, I don’t know what you think. But what I do think, is that you thought, or possibly still do think that your life starts in Cali. So who am I to stop you? I meant nothing that night when you left, if I don’t love you for never wanting you to go in the first place.” I huffed and leaned back into the chair. I felt a weird emotion come across me. What the hell? Suddenly my cheeks were wet, Camryn noticed and shot out of the chair hovering over me as if I were dying.

“Are you crying?” She shrieked. I could tell she was concerned. I quickly wiped my face, standing up.

“Man move.” I sighed. Camryn stepped to the side. I was done with this conversation. After realizing I was crying, my whole body went numb. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried. Honest to God.

I don’t know what Camryn did to me, but I don’t ever in my life want to feel like this again.

Its a bet.

Camryn

Jermaine went to what used to be our room and slammed the door. Suddenly after that I felt and heard the wall thud, some glass breaking and Jermaine yell “fuck” as loud as I have ever heard any man in my life yell.

Because everything was so sudden, my reaction was to drop to my knees, cradling myself. My heart was beating so fast. I didn’t know what to think, or feel. I have never seen Jermaine this mad in all the years of knowing him and he gets mad.

My cheeks went hot as I cried to myself letting our conversation replay in my mind. Over the last month, I wasn’t sure but I am more than sure now that I have lost him. Because how can we ever come back from this? Can it be the same? Especially since he never really addressed what was going on between him and Zayn. Camryn didn’t want to admit it but she still managed to have Jermaine’s location and she had been watching him like a hawk. Explaining her exhausted face he was questioning as he looked over her earlier.

She cried so many nights because she knew if he wasn’t at least with Zayn, he was with someone. He was going places neither of them had been and he was there for long time periods. Not only that but it was the same time every night as if it was planned. Leading her to believe that it was Zayn because she had gone had the grid under the paps eyes when it came to them two. She knows they just didn’t suddenly stop talking.

Cam cried harder, gulping and gasping as she suddenly began to realize that if it was her, they could possibly be fucking. She couldn’t fathom the thought of someone, the only one, she shared intimacy with, being with someone else. Especially Zayn. She was gorgeous and had an undeniable aura.

Heaving she began pleading within herself to God to ease her mind. Her thoughts were racing and she couldn’t control her breaths. How did they get here?

*OPEN POV*

In the morning Camryn was suddenly awoken by the sound of the front door slamming close. Jerking up she looked around until her eyes landed on the digital clock near the tv. It read 7:38. She couldn’t help but worry about where he was going but her thoughts subsided to focus on her sore joints.

She ended up crying herself to sleep on the floor and though uncomfortable, she had gotten some rest for the first time in days. She winced at the sound of her bones cracking as she stood up. Her mind was in a fog. Cam didn’t know what to do or think. All she knew, is that until he said or did otherwise they were done and all she could do now was accept it. Being that she was the one to say it first anyway. As long as they both know, Jermaine would have kept trying. Cam calling it quits at the first real sight of trouble showed Jermaine everything he really needed to know deep down inside about their relationship.

Sighing to herself, she grabbed her keys off the table, noticing Jermaine left his. Was he coming back? Nevertheless she slid her slides on that she didn’t remember taking off and treaded for the front door as well. Sure enough the door was unlocked as she let herself out. Instantly she noticed Jermaine on the hood of his car, and she ‘bout fainted when a cloud of smoke escaped his lips.

“What the fuck!?” Camryn exasperated, advancing towards him. He smirked at her as she approached him, attempting to grab the blunt out of his hand. “What are you doing Jermaine? Seriously stop!” Jermaine laughed in her face, pushing her back with one arm extended out. Tall mf.

“I know you not worried...” He grumbled at her, bending down to put the blunt out. Jermaine smoked back in high school and a little throughout college, it helped him when he was down and out. It was nothing to him to go to his stash and remind himself where he really came from. To some discipline was a joke, to Jermaine it was his way of life. Though it was too easy to just be like everyone else.

“It is never that bad that you have to risk everything you ever worked for!” Camryn was crying again, hysterically at that. She had never seen this side of Jermaine and it was scaring the hell out of her. Camryn finally managed to grab the blunt and threw it as best she could. Jermaine sucked his teeth, storming back towards their apartment.

“You foul!” Jermaine yelled as soon as they were both back inside. Unlike Camryn, Jermaine quickly remembered who he was and snapped back to reality. The hell was he doing smoking in the open like that? He was definitely out of his mind. And it was all of Camryn’s dumb ass fault.

“Jermaine STOP!” Camryn yelled. Jermaine was going crazy, grabbing everything he could see and throwing it. The sounds of glass breaking and objects rebounding off of whatever surface he threw them on filled the apartment. “STOP!” She cried again, this time after he broken the biggest print out he had of them hung on the wall leading to their room. Her heart shattered as she watched Jermaine lash out.

“WHY!?” He finally yelled back, taking deep breaths. He looked around at his mess, then at her. Jermaine eyes softened when he realized how scared she looked but it didn’t take away the anger he held inside. Camryn made him cry last night, he was on one. “YOU AINT HADDA LOVE ME!” He yelled at her, coming towards her. “I WOULDVE KEPT IT PLAYA. I WOULDVE STILL HAD YO BACK! YOU SELFISH AS FUCK! YOU RUINED THE BOTH OF US!”

Camryn fell to the floor, crying loudly. Pieces of glass pierced her arm and she screamed in pain, mostly from the heartbreak she was experiencing. What about him? It was all because of him. Camryn didn’t know what their future held and she didn’t want to be hurt. Look where that landed her.

Camryn stopped crying when she felt his familiar touch finally. Through all her screaming and crying she hadn’t even noticed Jermaine coming to grab her and pull her to the bathroom, cleaning the glass out of her arm and rubbing the wound. The alcohol stinged her skin and she winced at the pain. The two were silent as he cleaned her cuts, sterilized them and put bandages on them. When he was done he returned the first aid kit where it belonged and washed his hands. Jermaine leaned against the wall, staring at Camryn.

“Is it over...” Camryn looked at Jermaine through teary eyes, yet again. “Is it over between us?” Jermaine closed the space between the two. Camryn inhaled his scent and her heart began to beat even faster than before. Thoughts of how much she truly missed him had been buried in the multitude of work she had to do all the time. He touched her arm again, bring her hand to his chest. He rested it on his heart, and met her low, solemn gaze. Camryn cried as she felt the strong, soft thuds of Jermaine’s heart pound against her palm resembling a baby in the womb kicking.

“You feel that...?” Jermaine asked her, tilting her head up. Camryn was short and it was straining his neck. “Nobody else ever has...how you feel knowing that? Knowing you the first woman I really loved, like know I loved truly in my heart.”

“I feel powerful...” Camryn mumbled almost inaudible to Jermaine.

“So why you take your power away?”

“I was scared.”

“I'm scared everyday. Every single day. But I keep you in the dark because I gotta show up for the both of us. Some random woman shouldn’t scare what we been building over the years...Cam, look at me.”

Camryn met Jermaine's eyes, not knowing what would be next. He lowered his eyes to her lips before leaning down and placing a kiss on them. Cam immediately went to kiss him back, but he had already pulled away by the time.

“I’m sorry we’ve hurt each other.” He said to her. “But instead I gotta mean what I say when I say I love you, its not just for me that I love you. With love comes allowing you to do whatever you feel is best and nothing should stop you from that. I will never change on you, I know where my heart is but you gotta dream to follow and when I wanted basketball, my career....I didn't let no woman get in the way of that. I can’t allow myself to get in the way of your career. I had discipline then, I got it now. What you just witnessed is me processing the pain, I rather you see it because I’ll have you know that whatever I do from this day forward is nothing to hurt you, but to simply just....move on. That was it right there, that was all the anger and hurt you're gonna get from me towards you. You got my number. I'm always here. But yes, it is...over.” Jermaine let her go and left a sobbing, bruised woman on his bathroom sink counter. The Camryn he fell in love with, he never would have had to say that to.

When Camryn heard the apartment door slam shut again, this time really knowing he was leaving for sure, she let out the loudest scream she could muster. So loud that Jermaine had heard it, sending dagger sharp like pains to his heart. Clutching his chest, Jermaine let out a breath and began crying as he got into his car turning it on and not caring where it stopped.

Zayn | *OPEN, but focused POV* |

Repeated, thudding knocks going off at Zayn’s apartment door caused her afternoon nap to come to an end. Sitting up on the couch, she sighed to herself and checked her phone that was lying underneath her as slept. It was 12:45 in the afternoon.

The knocks weren’t stopping so Zayn slid her freshly manicured toes into her bedroom shoes and trodded towards the door. On the other side was a red faced, teary eyed Jermaine. Zayn gasped, her heart quickened as she stepped to the side to let him in. Jermaine crossed the threshold and closed and locked the door behind him.

“What’s going on?” She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into her. Jermaine hugged her tightly, sobbing into her hair. She wasn’t as short as Camryn but she was definitely short compared to Jermaine. Jermaine body shook in her arms and Zayn couldn’t think of nothing to say or do. She never even seen her ex husband like this. Much less her father or brother. She has never had to comfort a man in her life before, maybe she didn’t deserve to be a wife after all. Shaking the thoughts from her head, Zayn pulled back and led Jermaine into her quaint kitchen. Never releasing his hand, she fixed him what she had come to known as his favorite ‘drink’ as well as reaching into her fridge to retrieve a Gatorade she purposely stocked her fridge just for him. Call her crazy but the two had spent almost a month together and Zayn enjoyed his company. She observed him and found herself grocery shopping for the both of them the past few weeks as she learned he loved to eat. But what he hadn’t learned yet is that Zayn loved to cook although Los never allowed her to due to their chef. She couldn’t wait for the opportunity to arise to show any man not just Jermaine, what she was capable of in the kitchen.

Jermaine wiped his eyes, his heart slowing as he observed what was happening before him. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Zayn wasn’t a drinker so to say, so to see her with a bottle of Henny as well as a few other liquor bottles in her cabinet shocked him. Then when he saw her grabbing a Gatorade out her refrigerator, his tears immediately stopped. She paid attention like that? He asked himself. Jermaine secretly noticed Zayn searching his face for her own answers and it made his heart warm for some reason. Did she really care? After all, he spent all morning driving around splurging but it still wasn’t enough. Once he was back in the neighborhood he was bawling and somehow he landed here despite not knowing what was even up between them anymore in the first place. He was starting to think he made the right decision and he smiled to himself at the thought.

“What?” Zayn quickly asked, desperately wanting to know what was going on with him. She hated to see him like this. Hell to be honest, she didn’t think Jermaine was really capable of deep emotions. Like yes she knew Camryn was his girlfriend and she knew he loved her, you could tell by the look in his eyes at even the slightest mention of her name, but he came off as a jokester to her. Zayn didn’t think Jermaine let things get that deep and bother him so she was surprised to see him so flustered.

“Thank you,” Jermaine said the smile still on his face. Zayn nodded and watched as he downed both drinks. She made him another drink and he downed that as well. “One more and then I’ll talk.” He claimed. Zayn raised a brow before pouring the drink. This time she made herself one as well. She wanted to be ready for whatever this was about to be. “Cam and I broke up—“ The alcohol caught in Zayn’s throat, and it began to burn as she held it to keep from choking. Jermaine sighed at her actions, watching her slowly swallow. She done caught feelings, he thought to himself. Damn.

“I thought you were already broken up?” Zayn asked Jermaine and he immediately sighed again. Jermaine looked down at the empty glass, contemplating another drink.

“Yeah well you know those break ups where you give each other time and space … it was one of those at first. We weren’t talking since I had my phone turned off anyway, no communication no nothing. So we never got to talk things through though I was under the impression we were broken up… ion do that back and forth toxic shit.”

“So?” Zayn urged him to continue.

“ So I go home two nights ago, she’s standing in the living room because I forgot to take the key back. We had a conversation, she didn’t even understand her words when she broke up with me almost two months ago.” Jermaine shook his head thinking of Camryn’s dumbfounded expressions hearing Jermaine reiterate her words. So that explains two, out of the four nights Jermaine has been missing, Zayn thought to herself as she listened to Jermaine vent. She didn’t get in a frenzy about them not talking because she had already gotten used to his social habits. Had she not, you’d think Zayn was some crazy side bitch the way she would have been at his neck after the first night of ghosting.

“Anyway, I remind her that we are not together. She starts crying and wanting explanations. She said she’s really just hurt from us kissing..” Zayn eyes bugged out of her head.

“She knows about that?” Zayn questioned Jermaine, wondering how and if he told her himself.

“Yeah, “ He laughed. “She uh, knew since the beginning...we talked about it but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. She wants to be the only one and she could have been. It’s almost like she pushed me to you because at the end of the day I need real genuine love. I gotta have it.” Zayn observed Jermaine’s realizing that he was being very honest in this moment. Jermaine was nothing like most guys. He didn’t care for groupies and ignored all women that addressed him as theirs when he was very positive he never met any of them.

“May I intervene as a recently divorced woman?” Zayn asked. Jermaine quickly nodded.

“I wouldn't be here if I didn’t want to hear what you think.” He said back to her.

“Well, first, I wanna ask...why couldn’t you have just cut me off? Or explain to me, that Camryn truly wishes we didn’t speak. Granted we spoke on it before but you didn’t tell me it was the drama of your relationship!” Zayn face was hot with embarrassment. She could only imagine what Camryn thought of her now. Not that she truly cared, she just didn’t want to be known as the women she left her husband because of.

“You not the drama, she wish it was so that she wouldn't have to account for her actions but she messed us up way before I even kissed you. Cam changed the minute she landed in Cali, you would have thought she had a nigga out there the way she ghosted me. I had my homeboy who is a busy ass rapper, damn near kick her door down for me every day just to make sure she was straight. It was draining me, then to have to go out and play? Nah you can keep that.”

“Well....what’s next for you?”

“I think Imma go ahead and buy my house. I put my life on hold for Cam. Since she’s younger I didn’t want her to rush into anything with me. I allowed her to be free and young and as much as I have been ready to start my life and really be comfortable where I’m at, I stayed where she was comfortable.”

“Have you looked anywhere? I know an agent. They helped me find this place.” Zayn had gotten closer now since Jermaine was calmer. Jermaine noticed over the last few weeks that Zayn was a more “up close and personal” person with whomever it be. She didn’t let her voice carry too far and she wanted whoever she was conversing with to know they had her full attention every time.

“Nah not yet, I’ll start tomorrow or something. I hadn’t even thought of what Imma do but I know I wanna move as soon as I can possibly move. I don’t even want my furniture.” Jermaine laughed seriously. They could have everything in that apartment if that meant getting a true fresh start. “Enough of that though, you got me feeling better.. for real.”

“How? I didn’t even say or do anything...” Zayn looked at Jermaine dumbfounded. Jermaine chuckled at her response, standing up. As he stood over Zayn, he stretched, almost forgetting how close she had gotten to talk to him until he put his arms back down and looked down at. Zayn seemed to be looking at Jermaine in awe, or so that’s what he was thinking. He smirked at her as she stared at him, still not knowing what to do. Zayn was really trying to understand what she did to make him feel better. Was it the hug? Or just letting him talk? The drinks? She never comforted a man, so she wanted to know what worked for future purposes.

Without even thinking, Zayn caressed Jermaine’s arm. She couldn’t tell if he was really feeling better or lying to get off of the subject. Jermaine looked at her hand and then back at her. He stepped closer to her, causing her breasts to come in contact with the lower half of his chest.

“Why you looking at me like that..” He mumbled to her.

“Are you lying about feeing better?” She asked him and he shook his head immediately. Jermaine honestly did feel better. That was the thing about him, growing up his mom always made room for communication so he didn’t have a problem communicating his feelings, accepting others feelings, nor discussing either. He had good conflict resolution skills. Or so he told himself that he did.

“Nah, you beautiful as fuck. Just looking at you dried my tears...then, did you go shopping? For me?” Jermaine asked Zayn. Zayn gasped. There was no way she could deny it, so she nodded. He smiled a crooked smile at her, cupping her face in his big broad hands. Zayn felt so delicate in his touch. Her heart began to beat out of her chest as she registered that he was finally going in for what would be their second kiss. Yes, finally. Zayn had been dying for Jermaine to kiss her again. Now that she was divorced and very much single, she could act on how she really felt. Even though she wasn’t sure what she felt towards Jermaine all quite yet, she was itching to catch a thrill. Even if it was just for a moment and would leave her with regret. Zayn hadn’t been with nobody else but Los, she was ready!

As Jermaine kissed her softly, as if she was going to break, she grabbed his face as well, hungrily kissing him back. Chuckling at her response, Jermaine quickly matched her pace of kissing, backing them up until she was against the fridge. Jermaine’s hands left her face and began to freely roam her small body. This caused Zayn to moan into his mouth. It had been months, hell years, since she had been intimate. His touch set her body on fire.

Impatient, and without much thought to it, Zayn grabbed one of Jermaine’s hands and stuffed it into her shorts. The sudden action left Jermaine without room and he immediately dipped two fingers into Zayn to fix his balled up hand. Zayn let out a loud moan and Jermaine hissed, lowering his head into Zayn’s neck. Zayn was dripping wet, quickly forming a little sticky puddle on Jermaine’s fingers.

“Damn, A’zayn...” Jermaine grumbled into her ear, nibbling gently on her lobe. The feeling and hearing him call her by her government name caused another gush of wetness to leak onto his fingers. She was desperate for him. Jermaine began to pump his fingers in and out of Zayn, dropping her shorts with his free hand. Zayn gasped and moaned, surprising the both of them as she began to meet his fingers halfway. She had never felt anything like this before. Her face felt hot with embarrassment as it began to dawn on her that her husband was depriving her from things she didn’t know existed.

Los hadn’t fingered, nor gave her oral sex since high school. Once he took her virginity, penetration was the only thing he gave her over the past years. She could only imagine what he was doing with these other women. Were they getting what she was getting from Jermaine this very moment? Hot tears began to roll down her face, and they fell faster when she felt Jermaine’s fingers slip out of her warm vagina.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, grabbing her and pulling her into a hug. It was his turn to comfort her now. “Was I being too rough?”

“No,” Zayn shook her head, wiping her tears. Way to ruin the moment, she though to herself. “I just...I just...never felt like that before. I ...if that's how your fingers feel...my God. I see why she’s crazy.” Zayn pulled away from Jermaine and pulled her soaked shorts up. She was uncomfortable in the now cold, wet feeling, and her vagina felt gaped open though he only used his fingers.

“You only ever been with Los?” Jermaine quickly realized what she was saying and it shocked him. No he didn’t see her as a ho, but he thought she at least tested the waters once or twice throughout her horrible marriage. Damn, she really was a good girl. Zayn nodded, turning to grab a water from the refrigerator. Jermaine watched in silence as she downed the water in damn near one gulp. Slow down.

“I’m sorry,” He admitted. “I overstepped my boundaries again.”

“It’s okay.” Zayn dryly chuckled, tossing the empty bottle into the trash beside her. “I wanted it.” She admitted after a brief silence. Leaving them both shocked.

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