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moxfirefly · 3 years

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B D J O V for Donnie, Karl and Alcina? (yes I am in love, no I dont have regrets uwu)

My 3 loves? Well why not! And pls enjoy the ficlet styles I’m going to opt for when doing dirty secrets! This is a little long so is going under the cut.

🩸🍷Alcina Dimitrescu🩸🍷

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and on the other)

A bit of an odd one here but she loves backs, like your actual back. The line of your spine, if you have those back dimples, ufff. She loves the shape of it if you’re on the more curvier side, she loves the skin, and your rolls, and any stretch marks. Just picture that elegant hand of hers ghosting over your back, nails maybe even claws.

On herself, well Alcina is aware of her assets and she’s very aware of her chest, both she’s quite proud of but she’s really proud of her figure over all.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There was a pretty seamstress in the village who always was brought up to the castle to help with her dresses. She was a pretty thing in Alcina’s eyes, very much her type. When your making or fixing or measuring a tailor made outfit for a 9ft+ woman well it gets tricky and a little more handsy than usual. Alcina didn’t mind, the seamstress didn’t either. It was interesting following simple commands even if they were asked upon her with nothing but grace and poise.

So as Alcina sat for the 40th time to have something around her neck marked to be fixed, she had to stand between her legs to best approach and see the mistake. Only sitting did she have the best chance at seeing her at a more eye to eye level (well as best as it could be).

She isn’t dumb, she knows curiosity, want and lust like the back of her hand. Sees the nervous swallow of the seamstress whenever hands glide across her chest. The whispered ‘pardon my lady’ when she rests a palm on Alcina’s throat and takes a needle to the neckline with all the gentleness she can muster. Of course it’s the moment to prick her finger, the quiet hiss and scent is enough to alert Alcina and without waiting for her to fuss she takes that bleeding digit and kisses it, tastes the bead of blood, all while looking straight at her. When she still sees lust there, oh does she pull her closer.

One of her maids walks in about twenty minutes later, an array of materials in her arms so she doesn’t quite catch how the Lady of the castle smooths her dress and tries not to laugh, chest heaving a little and legs closing a tad. The maid greets her with her usual honorifics before leaving the requested materials, she notices the seamstress isn’t there and arches a brow at the room. “Lavatory” is all Alcina says before the maid makes a question. She nods but feels something isn’t right with the current picture but still leaves.

Once gone.

The seamstress crawls out from under Alcina’s skirt, mouth shiny, hair disheveled and nice set of teeth marks at her bosom.

It becomes a frequent thing after that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It’s not to say she needs to because she sincerely feels she has anybody at her beck and call who is willing ready and able. But on the rare occasion she indulges in some self care, it’s mostly in her luxurious tub. Feeling the warm water, her hair clean and smelling of that weeks chosen fragrance, well it gets her thinking and thinking leads desiring and if there isn’t anybody she’ll handle it. Slow, she loves drawing out her own pleasure, loves to feel that rise but stops before it’s too close. She’ll do that, edge herself a little bit more before biting down on her lip to muffle a more particular louder cry.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both. She lives for giving it and she loves to receive it. She is just, wow, so incredibly good at it, she’s goes about it in such erotic and passionate way and if you’re not looking like you are being possessed by the devil then she up’s her game to make sure that happens. You can squeeze her head with your thighs all you want, she’s built different lol she can handle it. Don’t yank to much on her hair though, claw at her all you want but easy on the do.

She’s had a few inexperienced lovers which she has to guide when they want to go down on her. She’s very particular of what and how she likes it, but she’s patient enough to teach you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I’ll do you one better, https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMRSKhUoh/

⚙️Heisenberg⚙️

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and on the other)

https://hagelpaimon.tumblr.com/post/661063110466158592/i-wonder-wonder-who-ill-pick-hesi-baby-a

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) shout out to @imthegreenfairy88 for helping me out with this one.

The first few times he indulged in this he was very adamant in keeping it to himself and to himself only (with time and reassurance he chills out) but the first time he tried doing ‘back door’ stuff on himself he was very surprised about how good it fucking felt and every so often he indulged in it. There’s an occasion where he ends up in bed with some tourist, gun to his head he doesn’t remember their name but he sure fucking remember the blow job and fingering combo that they gave him that had him seeing fucking stars. He tensed up at first was about to say something but they crooked their fingers just right and swallowed his cock at the same time and words were out the window along with thoughts.

He was so far gone that it didn’t cross his mind that when he begged for another finger, he gave himself away and if their eyes weren’t indication of how delighted they had been, feeling two more additional fingers really proved the point.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I mean I’m saying yea, he has to get creative with it sometimes so as to not get bored, but he picks up a few things he enjoys (he is creative after all) he’s definitely ruined his fair share of pillows, loves rutting into them. He has beat off probably in any section of the factory but shower is better for clean up. He for sure has done it outside of the factory, probably relaxing on a chair and if the weather is nice enough, it’s not like anybody is gonna suddenly drop by. He likes a tight closed fist when he’s close but enjoys a teasing touch to start things off, really enjoys grabbing his balls when he does it. Very messy messy boy when he cums.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man blows you like his life depends on it. VERY sloppy but it’s really hot, it’s how eager he is about it and how willing he is to suffocate and or choke on it. He’s told you to sit on his face multiple times at multiple moments of the day. He loves the taste of you, loves feeling suffocated by your thighs. You know what they about big noses too 🥴🥴

As for receiving he likes to dish out what he takes. So expect some rough mouth fucking, he will make you gag, he will make you all teary eyed cause he enjoys it. He’s fine with it without to be honest, he much prefers to be balls deep in you but if you enjoy doing it then expect hip thrusting.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not super loud, but he isn’t mute. He groans and moans but he’s also a talker so expect a lot dirty talk. His voice drops in a way when he’s fucking you that it makes your toes curl. He’s all breathy pants when he’s close. Lots and lots of cuss words.

👾Donnie💜

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and on the other)

https://hagelpaimon.tumblr.com/post/661063462078889985/b-body-part-their-favourite-body-part-of-theirs

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes the taste of his own cum.

He denies it, really denies it, just says it’s his way of cleaning you up after a nice romp but he really has a way of proving the opposite. Donnie has ‘finished’ on you in every way shape or form. On your stomach, back, face etc you name and each time he has cleaned you up he’s either wiped it up and sucked on his fingers or he’s just full blown licked it off of you.

And there is something so disgustingly erotic about that you haven’t or don’t want to call him out on it. You’ve gone down on his multiple times and he very eager to kiss you after your done. One time you purposefully left some on your chin and lips to see if he’d clean it up first but nah, kissed the heck out of you. His favorite is cumin in you and then going down on you. The first time he did that, it was enough to make your toes curl till they cracked and just as you were about to say something he was yanking another orgasm from you. The combined taste of his and yours release? Fuck now that was his favorite.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does it and does it often. He’s not prudish about it, it’s free oxytocin and for a guy who’s convinced he’s never gonna get a shot at being with somebody physically, might as well practice some self love.

Loves visual stimulation but he’s really into audio stimuli. Likes those audios where he feels he’s there with the person or the ones where they give instructions. Donnie is really into edging and if he’s got the time and privacy he can literally edge himself for a couple of hours. Has at times managed hands free orgasms. Has made cock sleeves or basically fleshlights (ah ingenuity), can have his moments where he’s super slow and teasing about it, light strokes and all that. Can also have moments where he basically fucks his fist to the point of making some pretty obscene wet noises. If listening to audios or watching videos he really loves trying to cum at the same time as the person in the vid or audio. Has a bottle of lotion right on the desk but that shit is so cluttered with stuff that nobody has picked up on it and honestly it’s kinda funny.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

GIVE GIVE GIVE.

Oh my lord is he OBSESSED with giving oral. It’s such a big turn on for him. He just loves how intimate it is, he loves how he’s giving you pleasure in such an intimate position. LOVES over stimulating with his mouth, loves feeling thighs trying to break his head, happy to die down the suffocated in his favorite place, loves feeling a hand at the back of his head and pushing him in further.

He’s not crazy about receiving cause he knows his size is a challenge but he’s not opposed to it, he much rather get a hand job from you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud and not afraid about it. He enjoys the fuck out of it and is going to be vocal about it unless it’s adamant to be quiet because people are around. His churrs are really nice, deep but not as baritone as say Raph’s, but they feel and sound so good.

#tmnt bayverse #re8 village #donnie #heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #lady d #lady dimitrescu #tmnt Donatello #Karl Heisenberg #lord heisenberg #tmnt Donnie #Donatello #ns*w alphabet #ask #dianounais

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bbrandy2002 · 3 years

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Fearless

Chapter 4: See the Lights, See the Party, the Ball Gowns

Book: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairing: Prince/King Liam x MC (Riley Brooks), Drake Walker x OC (Alyssa Devereaux)

Series Premise: Riley Brooks and Alyssa Devereaux became best friends as freshmen at Syracuse University, a borderline-sisterhood that lasts forever after. When Riley meets a handsome prince and is asked to compete for his hand in a mysterious faraway kingdom, she invites Alyssa along for moral support.

What the girls think will be a crazy temporary adventure becomes two sets of happily ever afters … with twice the shenanigans to show for it.

A/N: This series is written in loving collaboration between @bbrandy2002 and @burnsoslow.

Series Warnings: Smut 🍋🍋, language, canon violence (gun violence, bombing, terrorism), drug use, probably more stuff as we think of it. By reading this series, you agree that you are at least 18 years old and are prepared to deal with adult themes.

The girls spent their first morning in Cordonia with their respective sponsors, getting the first glimpses of courtly life and preparing for the Masquerade Ball taking place that evening. As much as they wanted to get out and experience all that this little Mediterranean country had to offer, there was just so much to do and little time to do it.

That morning, while Alyssa worked diligently on learning the steps of the Cordonian Waltz and etiquette with Rashad, Maxwell finally got Riley out of bed in time for a late breakfast. This included meeting his brother, Bertrand, who was none too thrilled with the former waitress from New York. Riley discovered rather quickly that the duke was nothing like the free-spirited Maxwell; if ever there was a picture display of a killjoy, she was sure his scowling face would be plastered dead in the center.

The day kind of went by in a dizzying blur, especially for Riley, who spent most of it either being lectured by Bertrand, or raiding the kitchen for stress snacks with Maxwell. And as far as anyone knew, Liam was still unaware that the quirky, raven-haired beauty he’d met two nights ago and never expected to see again was in his country, in his palace, and was about to come face-to-face with him.

If she didn’t die of anxiety first.

Neither of the girls saw each other until much later that afternoon when they linked up in Riley’s room before heading to the palace's salon for last-minute hair and nail appointments.

Later on in the boutique, Riley sucked in a deep breath and held in her stomach while Alyssa stood behind her, fighting to zip the back of the angel-themed costume she chose for the Masquerade Ball.

Actually, "chose" was a loose description in this case. The ensemble was one of the last two dresses in the palace's boutique, and Maxwell insisted Riley wear it instead of the more provocative red devil attire to make herself more appealing to the King and Queen. The Beaumont sponsee didn’t give two shits at that moment about impressing the monarchs; her major concern was how she would fit that size-four dress over her size-six body.

“What the hell did you eat, Ri? This zipper is not budging an inch," an out-of-breath Alyssa groaned as she attempted to pull the tight fabric closer together.

Steadying her feet firmly to the ground, a jostled-around Riley answered quietly, in a still manner, so as not to undo what little progress her friend had already made, "You know I'm a stress eater. I've experienced many emotions since we left yesterday, and food therapy helps. And your judgment is making me hungry again, so thank you for making it worse."

"I'm not judging you; I'm simply stating a fact: Your ass won’t fit in this dress."

Riley straightened up a little higher, hoping to thin her lean frame out more. "Well, it's gonna have to," she scoffed. "I can't be the only suitor at this ball without the proper attire."

Alyssa tugged harder in frustration. "You know, it might help if I could remove the price tag from the zipper."

"Perhaps." Riley sideways glanced at the two inattentive boutique cashiers before turning her head slightly over her shoulder to acknowledge her best friend in a hushed tone. "But then I wouldn't be able to return it in the morning. $700 for a damn dress is highway robbery, and I won't be a victim to this place's jacked-up prices." She glared back at the fashionably dressed women running the register and hollered out, "You should all be ashamed of yourselves!"

"Shhhh!" Alyssa's face burned with embarrassment while she smiled sheepishly at the bewildered ladies. "Are you crazy? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You mean aside from the usual things that are wrong with me? I'm a nervous wreck, Lyss. Liam still doesn't know that I'm here. I'm about to go wine-and-dine with snobby rich people, while my socially awkward-o-meter is on red alert. And Maxwell's brother didn't like me. How am I supposed to impress Liam, the press, this council, and his parents when my own sponsor hates me?"

"He doesn't hate you," Alyssa replied. "Suck in your stomach a little more ... Rashad told me Duke Beaumont is high-strung and takes all this court business very seriously. If you ask me, give ‘The Brows’ some time. I know he'll love you. And Liam already does!" Alyssa stepped back in delight after tirelessly sliding the last bit of the zipper to the neckline. "Voila! I got it."

Riley stiffly turned toward the full-length mirror -- her insides feeling like they would pop right out of her -- and surveyed the finished product. "Not bad, not bad. A slight muffin top on the sides, and my ass cheeks are packed in tighter than my family around the dessert station at a buffet, but ... I think I can get by with it." Turning to face Alyssa, she lit up with anticipation. "Okay, now it's your turn."

Alyssa plucked the bright red dress off the rack and headed inside one of the many dressing rooms. A moment later, she emerged with a beaming smile on her face and held her arms out to the side to do a show-offish twirl. "So, how do I look?"

"Oh my god, Lyss!" Riley clapped excitedly. "You look so hot in that! That color of red really suits you too. Although, you might want to cover up the girls a little more; I've never seen your boobs look so huge."

"Wha --" Alyssa glanced down at her fully rounded chest, a substantial portion of which was spilling out over the top. She crossed her arms over her breasts in horror. "OH MY GOD! You're right: They're enormous in this thing. I can't go out there like this! They'll be stuffing dollar bills into my cleavage and begging for a lap dance!"

"Well, just ... try to tuck them in," Riley suggested, demonstrating her advice on herself. “You know, the way guys tuck in their junk.”

Alyssa shook her head adamantly, attempting to slide the top of the dress up higher. "I don't think that'll work. It's already extremely tight."

“That’s what he said,” Riley quipped with a snicker, much to the chagrin of her longtime friend, who simply blinked back. “Wow, not even a smile. Come on, Lyss, it’s not that hard.”

Alyssa grinned despite herself, “That’s what she said.”

Riley stepped closer, reaching out to grab a portion of the garment covering Alyssa's bosom, and declared, "Alright, If I can squeeze my fat ass into this dress, you can cram those giant melons into yours. So, get to pushin’, girl.”

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After 10 minutes of stuffing uncooperative breasts into a gown, Alyssa and Riley stepped out of the boutique and made their way to the bottom of the main staircase outside of the ballroom, where Rashad and Maxwell were waiting eagerly for them.

A grim-faced Rashad approached the pair as they neared. “We were beginning to worry about you two. I hope you didn’t have any trouble.” He reached out and greeted Alyssa with a friendly kiss to the cheek as Riley made her way up to Maxwell, who did the same.

“No troubles,” Alyssa assured him, before staring down at her chest to make sure certain parts were still contained inside her dress. “Just some slight wardrobe issues that I think we’ve taken care of.”

Riley frowned, rubbing a soothing hand over her squeezed-in stomach. “Let’s just say we both feel like canned biscuits.”

“And I’m petrified of canned biscuits!” Alyssa shrieked, then spoke in a lower, punier voice in Rashad’s direction. “They make that popping sound that scares the hell out of me.” He nodded sympathetically at her admission, having no clue what canned biscuits were.

Maxwell let out a chuckle. “Either way, you both look awesome! Like two totally righteous peas in a pod and all that jazz.” He peeked over at Riley, who wasn’t appearing too sure of herself, or of anything for that matter, knowing she’d spent most of the day in a subtle panic. While she steadied her breath, he looped his arm through hers and leaned over. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’re going to go in there like the boss you are and knock them all dead. I just know it.”

Riley swallowed thickly, “But Liam --”

“Will be over the moon with excitement to see you again. Do you think I’d go through all the trouble of trying to convince you, and then Alyssa, to come all the way here -- not to mention, facing my brother’s wrath -- if I didn’t believe Liam would want to see you again?” Riley half-shrugged, but Maxwell could tell by the little glimmer of hope he caught in her eyes and the slight curl at the corner of her plush pink lips that she knew it was true. “If he’s not happy about seeing you, I’ll book you on the first flight back to New York, and you can punch me in the gut or something. But I can tell you with certainty: No man goes out with a woman and keeps his friends up most of the night talking about how amazing she was if he doesn’t want to see her again.”

Riley could feel a tinge of pink color her cheeks and looked away for a brief moment, knowing he was right. She was about to see her prince again. Simply knowing how happy Liam was when they parted ways that night made her heart flutter. The blushing suitor peered back at the towering man on her arm and smiled appreciatively. “Thanks, Max.”

As they both stared straight ahead at the set of double doors where Alyssa was making her grand entrance into the ballroom with Rashad, Riley pointed out, “You realize if you had said all that stuff to me this morning and five bloated pounds ago, I wouldn’t have cried to you all day over pints of ice cream, half a sheet cake, and a bag of Mini Snickers?”

Lord Beaumont grinned without looking at her as the orchestral music inside erupted through the newly opened threshold that awaited their crossing. A gleam of anticipation glistened the cobalt hue of his eyes.”That’s our cue. Time to look alive, Twinkle Toes, it’s showtime.”

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It felt like a million pairs of eyes bore through Riley when the announcer spoke her name out to the guest in the ballroom. In reality, few paid much attention to the young woman dressed in pure white, from the feathery halo perched above her fancy swept-up hairdo to the tiny heels that sparkled like glittery specks of fairy dust on her feet.

As Maxwell ushered her proudly through the spectacular crowd adorned in the finest silks and chiffons, faces concealed behind extravagant masks similar to hers, and opulent table spreads of gold and crimson, Riley searched the four corners of the room for one particular set of the bluest eyes she’d ever encountered -- she had Liam’s memorized by heart. However, the only ones she recognized came from her smiling best friend, standing casually beside the Lord of Domvallier at the bar, keeping her word to watch out for her. With a subtle grin from Alyssa to convey she had her back, the whirlwind of fear and chaotic thoughts that overwhelmed Riley quickly dissipated into thin air.

Baby steps.

While Maxwell and Riley headed to the center of the ballroom to meet up with Bertrand, across the way, Alyssa ordered a cranberry vodka from the bar. She was wearing red and needed a drink that matched perfectly with the fabric in case of accidental spillage. As the bartender poured her glass, she tore her vigilant gaze from Riley when Rashad’s cell rang. Seconds later, he covered his phone lightly with a palm and lowered it away from his ear to speak with her.

“This is my client in California. Will you be okay for a little bit while I take this out on the balcony?”

Alyssa nodded. “Of course. Take your time. Is there anything I should be doing while you’re gone?”

“Try mingling with the crowd. Get to know the other suitors. The best way to help Riley tonight is to get a feel for the competition. Figure out who you can potentially get on her side and who is going to cause her trouble.”

“With all due respect, this isn’t Survivor.”

Rashad grinned before excusing himself. “We'll see if you still feel that way by the end of the social season.”

What is it with all the Debbie Downers here? He sounds just like -- Before she could finish that thought, a stroke of irony occurred when she caught the denim-clad Drake, standing out like a sore thumb, making his way up to the bar. She quickly spun around on the barstool and hovered over her freshly poured beverage.

Tapping the bar's woodgrain top, Drake called for, “The usual,” before plopping down on the stool next to her. His woodsy scent filled the air and wafted in her direction; she wondered if he’d even recognize her.

Pressing the rim of the glass to her lips to take the first nervous sip of her drink, she wondered why she even cared if he did.

Alyssa set the vodka cranberry down on a cocktail napkin at the same time Drake reached for his tumbler of whiskey. A brush of their hands caused them both to retreat away before he bowed his head respectfully to her.

“I’m sorry, my lady.” Drake was quick to apologize. He never knew which stuck up nobles would have an issue with a commoner’s simple touch.

Alyssa lifted a brow and smirked in response. “So you do have manners?”

He’d recognize that wily voice anywhere. Grumbling, Drake responded. “Aww, hell! Pipsqueak? Is that you?”

“Hello, Sunshine.” She dimpled.

Drake shook his head. “I should have known. Of all the damn people in this room, I still managed to find you.”

“I would call that a very lucky day for you then.” Alyssa lifted her drink and tipped back a gulp. “So what’re you doing here? Don’t you have some royal cows or chickens to herd around or something? Who wears denim and jeans to a fancy ball?”

She would if she could get away with it.

His tight shoulder muscles bounced slightly with disingenuous laughter as his chestnut eyes took in her sultry devilish costume. “I could ask you the same about your own clothes. Suitors are supposed to dress up for these things. Not come as themselves.”

Offended, Alyssa arched back contemptuously. “Are you calling me a devil?”

“If the horns and pitchfork fit.” Drake retorted. He motioned with his glass across the room. “By the way, you see that blazing redhead who just stole your little friend away from Maxwell?” When Alyssa snapped her gaze protectively in that direction, he continued, “That’s Olivia. You might want to check in on … what’s her name again?”

“Riley ...” Her tone was resentful. He knows damn well what her name is.

“Whatever. Just trust me on this, if the two of you know what’s good for ya -- and I’m betting you don’t -- you’ll stay as far away from Olivia and the rest of these social-climbing fuckers as possible.” His mood suddenly shifted as he drained his drink, then slammed it on the bar top, motioning with his hand to the bartender for another.

Alyssa was quick to notice the tension in his jaw and the immense throb of protruding veins in his forearm as he nursed his drink. “What climbed up your ass and died? Why are you even here if you hate everyone so much?

He quickly snapped. “I’m here for Liam!”

“Well, I’m here for Riley!” The two of them glared at each other in a tense showdown that neither was willing to back down from. After a beat, Alyssa’s determination weakened somewhat; confrontations made her jittery.

And with him in particular.

Letting her shoulders slump, Alyssa let out a soft breath as she relaxed. “I’m trying to give her some space … but do I need to go check on Riley?” The question was asked sincerely.

Drake turned his head back, his vision crossing the vast expanse of the room and landing on a perturbed Riley in conversation with Olivia. He scowled, recognizing the expression impressed on her face all too well. “We’re outsiders, Alyssa. You. Me. Riley. That’s the only thing they’ll ever see. It’s the only way they’ll ever treat us.” He shifted to face Alyssa again. “Take that for what you will. If she were my friend … I would.”

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Riley shook her head emphatically. “There’s no way I’m supposed to kiss the king’s shoe. That’s weird, creepy, and-and- unsanitary!” She nodded toward a masked couple standing before the seated king who bowed, curtsied, and then exited to the left. “They didn’t kiss his shoe. I think you’re full of shit.”

“Riley, Riley, Riley.” The duchess shook her head with an exasperated tone. “Those people are well-established and highly-regarded members of the court … you’re not. And while I admit it’s a rather unorthodox Cordonian royal custom, it’s part of our tradition that the newest members humble themselves before the king in an act of deep respect and reverence. I’m actually astounded Maxwell never bothered to tell you.” She flipped back a thick curly-q strand of hair that hung over her shoulders. “Do what you want. But don’t say I didn’t try to help you.”

Riley hesitated. “I guess I’ll keep it in mind …?”

“Great!” Olivia wrapped a firm hand around Riley’s wrist and pulled her toward the throne where the king sat. “You’re so lucky that I was here to warn you! Otherwise, you’d have looked utterly ridiculous.”

“Wait! Where are we going? Riley demanded, her feet barely able to keep up with the brisk pace.

“To present you to King Constantine.”

“But I need to wait for my sponsor!” Riley protested. She struggled to break free, but the redhead’s clawlike grip was surprisingly strong.

“Every second counts, Riley. These women have all known Liam for years. The early bird gets the Crown.”

“But I --” Panicked, Riley scoured the room for the Beaumonts and found them standing near the hors d'oeuvres table embroiled in what appeared to be a heated discussion.

“What the fuck?” On the opposite side of the ballroom, Alyssa spotted Olivia hauling Riley across the floor. Before Drake had the chance to warn her this wasn’t good, an enraged Alyssa was already sliding down off the barstool, stampeding off in hot pursuit of finding out what this redheaded troll was doing with her best friend.

And for reasons he couldn’t fully understand, feeling frustrated beyond comprehension, Drake followed right on her heels.

Coming to a screeching halt before the raised dais, Olivia thrust Riley forward, who nearly tripped from the momentum into the bottom step at the sudden stop.

It took every ounce of restraint Riley had not to turn toward the woman who had forcibly dragged her across the room and to stick a pair of size-seven heels straight up her ass. She, however, liked the pretty, sparkly shoes she had on too much to ruin them … and wanted to end the evening outside of a hospital bed. “Asshole,” she muttered almost soundlessly.

“Your Majesty,” Olivia smirked. “I would like to present to you the suitor House Beaumont has chosen. Lady Riley.”

Riley gave her a cursory glare. It was the moment of truth. She plastered on her best smile for the King, who regarded her with a nod.

Just … just do it. “Your Majesty.” Riley dipped into a low curtsy and held it in place for several seconds before contemplating the validity of Olivia’s outlandish claim and swallowing hard. “Here goes nothing.”

Placing both palms on the plush red carpeting that laid at the feet of the King, she lowered herself slowly until her knees rested on the top step.

“What the hell is she doing?” Alyssa questioned as she desperately weaved around a sea of faces, dodging server trays and tables along the way. “And where the hell is Maxwell?”

“I don’t know ...” Drake answered, practically pushing her even more quickly through the crowd, “ … but you better move faster. There’s no damn telling what Olivia told her to do.”

Riley paused briefly, staring at the simple black shoes that almost resembled a shiny boot. She wanted to be kissing Liam right now, not his father’s old fricking foot. Worst vacation ever.

Lowering her head gradually toward Constantine’s shoes, she scrunched up her face and reluctantly puckered up.

Out of nowhere, a body with the vigor of a wild stallion in full sprint barrelled into her side, sending Riley hurling across the dais and causing her to land face-down on the marbled floor below.

"What is the meaning of this?" An enraged Constantine bolted up, his ire focused on Alyssa, hunkered down on all fours at his feet, striving to catch her breath.

Maxwell and Bertrand heard the commotion and came rushing to Riley’s side when they realized it was her sprawled out and jerking on the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty," an apologetic Alyssa said as she reached up for the hand Drake was offering. The King's glare at her was nerve-wracking as he waited for an explanation -- until Drake stepped up in front of her, blocking her view of the incensed monarch. "I can explain."

"I hope you can, young lady." Constantine glowered, baffled as to why Drake Walker was still standing between them … and mirroring every movement she made. When she shifted, he shifted. When she moved her arm, he did the same. Was this some type of game?

“Uh … um.” Alyssa's mind raced with excuses. She couldn't very well tell him the truth and make Riley or herself look bad -- she was still a representative of Duchy Domvallier. There was only one thing she could think of to say as she whipped around Drake and pointed at him. "This man pushed me!"

Drake's body stiffened at her accusation. "The hell you talking about?"

She covered her eyes with a hand, pretending to sob. "I was on my way up here to pay my respects to you, sir, when this man ..." she paused to take in a fake stuttering breath, "... came out of nowhere and pushed me from behind. I tried to stop myself from running into anyone, but I couldn't. Too much momentum." Alyssa lowered her hand and stared at a wide-eyed Drake. "I’m just a small person, mister. Why would you do that? Why? What did I ever do to hurt you?"

"I never --"

"Drake?" The King eyed him sternly. "Is this true? Did you push this young woman?"

Drake’s defensive stance was no match for Alyssa’s pleading eyes, begging him to save her from this. “Please,” she mouthed.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “I … I’m sorry, Sir. Lady Alyssa’s extremely long dress was dragging the floor and I stepped on it. When I lifted my foot off, she ... I don’t know … flung forward. I tried to grab her before she went flying, but she got away, and that must be why she thought I pushed her.” Drake lowered his gaze to Alyssa. “You really shouldn’t shop in the adult section, miss.”

“Is it possible you were mistaken, Lady ... Alyssa?”

She nodded. “Yes, that is surely possible,” she agreed in a rehearsed-sounding tone. “It’s all coming back to me now.”

“Well, then.” Constantine's contented glance drifted to Drake. “It’s good to know you didn’t push an innocent suitor on purpose, Drake. But just know this … I’ll be watching you.”

“Looking forward to it, sir. Thank you, sir.” Drake quickly bowed his head as Constantine returned to his seat to greet the next guest. He grabbed Alyssa’s elbow and rushed her off to the side of the dais.

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Maxwell knelt beside a disheveled Riley, helping her rise to her feet and dusting her off.

“Lady Riley,” a scowling Bertrand glared, “what on earth is the meaning of this? The glory of House Beaumont is on the line tonight, and you’ve already made your first blunder. I told you, Maxwell, this was a mistake.”

Slightly dazed, Riley stumbled while massaging a sore wrist. Inclining her head so she could see him under the halo that drooped over her eyes, she retorted, “I was shoved, Berturd. It’s not like I did this on purpose. And thank you for your concern; I’m fine, by the way.”

“Shoved? By whom?” The three of them turned to see Alyssa and Drake scampering off to a corner. “It was Domvallier’s suitor?” Bertrand asked incredulously. “This is preposterous! It’s beneath Lord Rashad’s character to have his suitor and Drake Walker sabotage ours. I will have to go over there and put an end to this travesty at once.”

“NO!” Riley and Maxwell barked.

"Bertrand. Why don't you let Riley and I handle them while you play damage control with the King? Unless ..." he smirked. " You want me to smooth things over with His Majesty? I have a lot to say about how Twinkle Toes just SAILED through the air at warp speed --"

"Dear God, no, Maxwell! There will be no need for your … input. But, you two, get results from Drake and that suitor. No funny business," he warned.

The two of them nodded in understanding. As soon as Bertrand turned his back and marched away, they both gave a knowing glance to the other before rushing over to Drake and Alyssa, who had just made it to a far corner of the ballroom,

Alyssa yanked her elbow away from his vice-like grasp. “I believe we’re out of the clear; you can let go of me now.”

“Listen. I have to tell you something, ‘cause you need to know it ... “ Drake swallowed thickly, his rounded eyes focused squarely on the woman who’d just thrown him under the bus to King Constantine. He spoke as if he had something caught in his throat, “You--your-- uh -- ”

“And who made these damn shoes, anyway?” Alyssa complained as she hiked up the lower part of her dress and stepped out of her heels. Her already short stature lowered several inches. “They clearly hate short women and feet. Seriously, who thought walking around like a newborn calf was sexy?”

“Alyssa,” Drake tried again to speak through a strained voice, “You need to listen --”

“Hey!” Riley interrupted as she and Maxwell stepped up to them. “Why’d you push me off that stage thingy? And OH MY GOD, ALYSSA! YOUR --” Maxwell slapped a hand over Riley’s mouth, knowing exactly what her big mouth was getting ready to loudly announce.

Her frantic muffled words continued to blabber through his tightly clasped hand.

Alyssa gave him a confused look. “Maxwell, what are you doing?”

“Just stopping her before she told everyone within earshot ...” he paused fleetingly, lowering his gaze from the muddled expression on her face to her chest. “Your bosoms … well, they have emerged.”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you before,” a flustered Drake said as Alyssa let out a gasp and looked down. “You’ve been ... exposed … since --” He was quickly cut off again by her tiny wail as she fixed herself and dashed out of the ballroom, mortified, her arms crossed over her chest.

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Riley tapped lightly on the women’s restroom door. “Lyss? You okay in there?”

“No!” Her pouty voice rang back. “I’m the laughingstock of this entire court.”

Maxwell chuckled, hollering back. “You don’t have to worry about that, Lady Alyssa. I’ve already got that title covered in spades.”

“You two need to get back to the ball,” Drake said gruffly, referring to the girls. “Liam will be arriving any minute.”

“You’re right. There are probably five people in there who still haven’t gotten an up close shot of my breasts.” Alyssa swung the door open, bitterly hitching up the front of her dress as she stepped out, and glared up at Drake as she walked by. “And you let me walk around like that!”

“I did not!” He flushed a deep, dark red. “I told you, that’s why I was standing in front of you, so no one would see … ugh, fuck it. Just -- let’s go, okay?”

A remorseful Riley hugged Alyssa. “I’m so sorry my dumb ass was what caused this to happen to you. Thank you for making sure I didn’t make a fool of myself.”

Alyssa squeezed tighter. “It was way better that it happened to me than you. We can definitely have a good laugh over this by the time I’m, like, 150.” When they let go of one another, she smiled at her friend. “Come on, we have a ball to get back to. And you have a prince to dazzle.”

“Oh, you guys go on ahead. I need a minute to straighten up.”

Drake, Alyssa, and Maxwell headed back inside while Riley spent a few minutes in the bathroom wiping away the dust off her dress and getting her hair back in order as best as she could. Plus, she just needed a moment to herself; it was the first time since she woke up that morning that someone wasn’t hovering over her shoulder or trying to impress someone. There also were some major jitters happening knowing the Prince was arriving at any second.

Stepping out a few minutes later, Riley headed back down the hallway, hopeful she still appeared as presentable as when she arrived earlier.

Dotted along the walls that trailed back to the ballroom were portraits and artwork of kings and queens. Judging by the large periwigs, justaucorps, and stockings over breeches depicted, obviously they were quite old. One particular painting caught her attention enough to halt her steps before she plastered on a naughty grin.

“Ohhhh, what do we have here?” Riley snickered, leaning in closer to get a better glimpse. “I see London, I see France, I see a very hung King without his pants.” She fanned a hand in front of her face and spoke as if she were Scarlett O’Hara herself. “My, my, my, Fabian, I haven’t seen a lot of those, but I do declare, you put all the Yanks I’ve been with to shame. I’d be remiss to not ask if you were generous enough to pass on certain sizable traits, say to … Oh, I don’t know, the current Crown Prince?”

“Frankly, my dear … I don’t think he gave a damn,” a deep voice quipped over her shoulder.

Riley spun around, her body crashing into the portrait and causing it to rattle against the wall and lean heavily. Her face burned red-hot as soon as she heard his voice, even though every ounce of blood in her body seemed to rush to her wobbly feet. Liam reached out, grasping hold of her arms to brace her as she stared back, slack-jawed and weak-kneed, at his half-masked face, smiling warmly. “L-L-Li --”

“My sincerest apologies if I startled you, my lady. Are you okay?”

Her throat was dry, and surely no one in all history had ever been as embarrassed as she was at that moment, but she managed to answer feebly, “I think … I pissed my pants.” They both looked down at the floor simultaneously, relief washing over them that there were no puddles. Riley closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath. “Oh, thank God.”

Liam chuckled, his twinkling blue eyes glued to her flustered face. “You’re just as beautiful as you were that night in New York, Riley Brooks.”

“Wait … you know that it’s me? Are you surprised? Are you upset? Do you think I’m some creepy stalker now? I swear I’ve never even touched a weapon.”

“Really? What happened to your bag of Chinese throwing stars?” Liam teased lightheartedly. Riley tilted her head in confusion. “You remember, the ones you were going to throw at me in the alley outside of your bar --”

“Oh. Yes. Right,” she laughed awkwardly as the memory came to her. “Yeah, I may have embellished the truth there a bit. Twenty-pound hams seem to be more my weapon of choice.” Riley hung her head. Why the hell did I just tell him that? When Bastien cleared his throat and gave Liam a pointed look, Riley knew their time was short. “I know you have to go, but I just need to know something: How did you know I was here? Maxwell tried to get in touch with you and never heard back. I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me showing up here.”

“I’ve been quite busy since leaving New York with preparations for the social season and the Masquerade kicking off this evening. But it was Drake who came pounding on my door this morning to fill me in. You can imagine my surprise when he told me that you were here, and, I quote, ‘brought her small aggressive friend with her as guard dog.’”

Riley smirked with a shrug. “Can ya blame a girl? I came to win. Besides, I really like you, Liam.”

He smiled. “I really like you too, Riley. But this isn’t New York. As much as I wish we could just pick up where we left off two nights ago, this entire series of events is set up not just to give me time with my potential matches, but also to give my parents, the Council, and the people of Cordonia time to get to know the future queen. From now on, everyone will be watching you and ... Lady Alyssa.” Liam paused to chuckle and shake his head in amusement. “You actually got your friend to pose as a fake suitor and somehow convinced an honorable and highly dignified member of the court to sponsor her?”

“Yeaaaah, I still don’t know how the hell I did that. I should get extra points for my manipulation skills”

Liam laughed. "I believe you mean, negotiation skills."

Riley nodded. "Yeah, those too."

Already well past the time to make his grand entrance, Bastien approached Liam to give the final warning. Liam acknowledged him and turned back to Riley. “I hope I’ll see you again later tonight, if you’ll save a dance for me. But until then …” He pressed her willing body against the wall, tracing the back of his forefinger along her velvety cheek. “ … just know how very, very, happy I am to have you here, Riley.” His lips were fire and ice when he leaned down to meet her equally fevered ones in a lingering kiss. And she melted right into him.

With that, Liam was whisked away by the head guard and made his way into the ballroom. As a panting Riley brushed her fingertips over the tingling in her bottom lip, she felt so many things all at once: relief that he was happy she was there and already knew everything regarding Alyssa, and that same exhilarating bliss that swept her off her feet two days ago when they shared their time together. But he was abundantly clear, this wasn’t New York anymore, and he still had a duty and obligation to Cordonia regardless of his apparent feelings for her.

Riley let a puff of air and pushed her backside off the wall to return inside. Just as she did this, the crooked frame bearing the likeness of the late King Fabian she admired earlier fell from its hook and crashed to the floor, causing the ancient glass to shatter beside her. With her head shrunken into her shoulders, Riley slowly peeked out one eye and saw the damage. Glancing down one end of the hall to the other to see if anyone saw her, she glanced down at the shards and still fully intact artwork. Normally she would have hightailed it out of there, but she couldn’t help herself from giving her destruction parting words.

“I guess you’re not … hung anymore.”

Then she bolted the hell out of there.

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antigenius · 4 years

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Submission

Pairing: Slight Yandere!Deku x Tipsy!Reader

Warnings: Slight smut towards the end, strippers, cursing, handcuffs

A/N: So I haven’t made any good smut in a while (I’ve never published my smut before) and this idea decided to pop in my head so enjoy ig :”) I’ll write the full pp into vv in the next part soon!! Pt 1 || Pt 2

(This smut is inspired by this picture by Bobafiish on picuki! Go check them out on Twitter and Insta!!)

You were a whore. Period. No point in saying some bullshit that you were a ‘good girl’ or that you ‘went to church every Sunday’. You just had high standards. Everyone you had met so far was either a twink, or a switch leaning to bottom. If they were a top, they were just mediocre. They’d get themselves off and nothing more. You’d be left alone, cold and empty, literally. It was becoming so hard to find someone to replace him.

You could just feel his teeth trailing across your neck, hovering over your pulse just before biting hard, leaving a purplish-blue bruise to form. His plush lips would graze over the mark, placing a feathery kiss before moving up to your lips, stealing your breath. His cold hands would ghost your torso gently, feeling your soft skin before pulling your hips down to meet his. You’d feel his clothed dick beneath your soaked panties, but he’d just let you sit there, waiting ‘til you begged.

Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya.

Gods was he something else.

You crossed your legs on the barstool, quickly taking a sip of your cocktail. You were getting more heated the more you thought about it. You had to get your mind off of him somehow. He was no good. He was creepy. You had found a book where he wrote about where you went each morning, how your toilet routines were like, your relationships with all of your friends, everything. You had also found a page that was sticky, filled with scribbles and drawings of you nude in bed. It was downright disgusting to think he watched you while you slept. You once even found a photo of him jacking off to you drooling.

You let the drink in your glass swirl twice before taking another sip. You were here to find someone new, and exciting. Someone who could show you a good time. Well, you’d hope so, being at a male strip club.

No one seemed to catch your interest just yet, they were all just candy for the eyes, but not a man you’d crave. Not to mention, their cocks were too big. You might like a big bitch, but even you didn’t want a guy with a nine-incher. Too much work, especially if they wanted to try pulling out.

You were beginning to get desperate though. It’d been at least a year since you had a proper fuck. You down the rest of your cocktail, sniffling a little bit. Any fuck would feel good if you were drunk, right?

You place your glass back down onto the bar counter, placing it beside the four other glasses.

“Get me another.”

The bartender nods slowly, looking at you funnily before screwing his eyebrows together.

“(Y/n)?”

You snap your head towards the familiar voice, immediately regretting the decision. Your head spins just a little as you try to focus on the person in front of you.

“It’s you, isn’t it? I haven’t seen you since, well…”

He gave a shy, sweet smile, but you knew better than to fall for it. You turn away from him.

“What happened to the other bartender?” You ask, nonchalant.

“I took over a while ago.” He peers at you from the side, green curly hair falling into his face. “You look… Different. Did you do something to yourself?”

You stood up from the chair, ignoring the fact that your sense of balance was screwed. “Shut up. I don’t wanna talk to you.”

Your brain tells your body to take a step forward, but you only stumble, causing the male to catch you by the arm.

“Hey! Be careful! You clearly had too much to drink!”

You face him, his forest eyes were still as dark as ever, luring you in like an incubus searching for his new prey. His arms were still laden with scars, prettily decorating his muscles as he steadied you to the counter. You let your eyes wander. He must’ve been one of the strippers that were dancing, looking at his costume. It was a police cosplay of some kind, the shirt fully unbuttoned to let his freckled abs show. A handcuff was on his wrist whilst his skinny jeans pressed hard against a certain area. He seems to notice your gaze, a red blush flourishing upon his cheeks.

“It’s… Costume week. Boss said I’d look good as a policeman.”

His voice was soft, a little husky even, or maybe it was just your head making it sound like that. The bass of the music made your heart vibrate even harder, and all you could do was stare.

You begged your body to be rational. You begged and PLEADED your drunken state to at least think twice about the words that would come out of its mouth. Seems like you were deaf, because your next words tumbled out of you before you could stop yourself.

“Fuck me.”

He blinks, but you could see the sliver of a smirk twitch on his plump lips. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t play games with me Deku. I’m giving you a fucking rope right now, so fuck me.”

The smirk grows, spreading across his face as he chucks the dish rag to a random stripper.

“Kacchan, take my shift. I’ve got somebody.”

Before said stripper could begin to shout at him, he leaves some cash on the table, courteously paying your tab before sweeping you into his arms.

“Let’s take this to the VIP room, hm?”

He flashes you a grin, a grin that sends electricity crackling down your spine. With a jangle of some keys, he opens the room, the scent of musky cologne filling your nostrils. A plush red sofa sat at the wall whilst the room lights were dimmed for effects. Opened condom packets littered the floor. He gently sets you down to stand, locking the door behind him. He unclicks the handcuff that dangled on his wrist, grabbing yours and cuffing them together. His tongue pokes out cheekily from behind his teeth, glinting from the piercing.

“What a cute criminal I’ve caught…”

With a chuckle, he places a hand underneath your chin, lifting your jaw up. You instinctively back away, only to hit the wall behind you. He comes closer, you could smell the acrid tones of honey and sweet perfume, it made you feel lightheaded. He captures you, ensnares you with his lips alone. It was sweet at first, a mellow teenage kiss before his tongue slips in, turning it all a bit more passionate. A dull pulse hits your lower abdomen, making you rub your thighs together to try and ease it. He pulls away, laughing.

“Wow… Just from that huh?”

His giggles were light, like he could never do wrong in the world. He pushes his hands in-between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed clit. You stubbornly bite your lip, holding back a small gasp. He raises an eyebrow at this, a cool palm pressing on the small of your back.

“Oh.” He frowns. “You’re not gonna confess?”

You glare at him. “Confess what?”

He leans in, nose tickling your ear. “That you missed me this whole time?”

You grit your teeth as he continued. “Face it, I’m the best you ever had right? I’m the only one who KNOWS you.”

You hold your urge to spit in his face. “You’re disgusting, you know that right?”

He puckers his lips together, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. “That hurts (Y/n), I know you love me.”

You tch. “Bullshit.”

He lets his shirt fall to the floor, arms and pecs in full glory. You look at him expectantly. He looks back, tilting his head.

“You want help?”

His tone was pissing you off.

“Oh I dunno, do I?” You retort, jangling your cuffs. Midoriya raises his hands in surrender.

“Woah calm down. I’ve got you.”

He rips your little black dress in half, making you almost lunge at him in fury.

“What the fuck Midoriya?! That’s my fucking clothes!”

“Clothes schmodes, I’ll get you a new one.”

You were about to snap back at him, but you were shushed by his lips pressing onto yours. He goes lower, soon reaching your cunt. Pulling your panties to the floor, he pushes his tongue into your folds, the metal piercing feeling you just right. You try to go and grab his head, but your wrists push against the cuffs. You felt a vibration flow through you; he was snickering.

“You’re not trying all too hard, are you sure you didn’t miss me?”

“Piss off, Deku.”

He presses his tongue flat against your puffy nerves. A shaky breath leaves your lips, try as you might.

“There we go…”

He laps at you almost like a dog, relishing how you’d clench your fists. He could practically hear you internally abusing his name like a mantra, but he wanted to hear it properly out of your pretty glossed lips. He removes himself from your pussy momentarily, roughly pushing you onto the couch. White stains covered the velvety surface, along with some sort of slimy drool, something along the line. You half-gagged at the sight.

“Yeah, we never clean this thing. Always gets dirty.” He hums. “Hope you don’t mind.”

With that, he goes back to work, lips connecting with your lower ones. His tongue strokes against your slit, the piercing cold compared to the rest of the muscle. His hands snake up your hips, fingers teasing the undersides of your breasts. You hiss.

“I have the ability to kick you Midoriya, I will not hesitate.”

He looks up at you from his position. “And I can stop right now, if I so wanted to. Go ahead.”

You hated this. Your blood boiled, only making the dull pulse grow stronger within you. He sneered.

“Thought so.”

He picks your soaked panties from the floor, shoving it into your mouth. “Now stay quiet, you talk too much.”

The damp fabric was cold in your mouth, leaving you to spit it out in disgust. Midoriya notices this, forcing it back with a click of tongue.

“Even when you’re cuffed you’re resisting.” A sigh leaves his lips. “I guess it’s time for the punishment, hm?”

He sucks your clit harshly, then releases it, blowing cool breath onto your heat. You squirm at the feeling, biting down on the undergarment in your mouth. Without warning, he thrusts his fingers into you, the squelching noise loud and clear even with the blasting music.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”

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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years

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Day At The Races

You find yourself competing with Bruce on the track.

Masterlist

Warnings: Innuendo's, Swearing

A/n have some fluff, hope you enjoyxx

(Not my gif)

Day At The Races

Taglist @125bluemachine125

You took a deep breath as Bruce parked the car in the school parking lot there was tonnes of people walking around all making there way to the field where the days festivities were being held. You leaned back looking at him smiling lightly

"Sweets its fine there isn't any press here its families only." he pulled up a hand placing a kiss to it then your wrist and arm tugging you close trailing kisses along your arm until he placed a kiss on your cheek making you giggle when he nuzzled you rubbing his light scruff on your cheek.

"Hey no beard burn!"

"First time I've heard that seriously tho today will be fine"

"I know but its the first time we've been out since going public.... people are going to watch and judge especially after the other articles..." he sighed running his thumb across your hand he understood he really did the media had blown up about your relationship as expected but some had gone beyond, many had nice things to say but a few had been critical saying that you was the billionaires answer to a midlife crisis and that you'd be out of the picture, soon enough others followed making articles base solely around your age gap calling you a gold digger a whore without saying the word Bruce as promised had his legal team taking them to court on your behalf for slander. Hell one had made you cry as it was so nasty saying vile things interviews with 'child hood friends' who you hadn't even remembered crawled out of the wood work fabricating stories of raunchy sexual escapades and such claiming you was a high paid 'anything goes' escort and that's how you really met Bruce, it had made him so angry he didn't even bother to go to court he bought the magazine outright and stopped the printing sacking half of the company as well as the ceo and editorial managers.

"Just remember I'm with you. I love you and I've got your back we're a team sweets"

"I love you to" you both leaned in kissing each other you got butterflies in your chest as you both pulled away exiting the car you walked around to bruce he took your hand in his locking the car and led you down towards You eyed the people around you, they were watching you judging you. some scoffed you hear whispers from some people about what you were waering, you looked down you didnt think you looked bad. Bruce like you in these leggings well by the way he had pounced on you when you slid them on grabbing and squeezing your ass in them you assumed he had, they were a false matte black leather look you top was a baggy plain whit on the front on the back was a big patch of a cat saying dont be a pussy... probably not the best choice but you felt cute.

You noticed others women eyeing Bruce it was rare for him to be seen out not in a suit or some variation of it ,receiving looks from many of the mothers and older sisters of the students. Not that you could blame them he was in a tight fit black tee and tasteful dark sweats he had come dressed for the dreaded parents race...You never were one for a man in sweats but damn if he didn't look mouthwatering.. if only they were a tad lower, he caught you looking smirking at you then lifted a thumb to the corner of your mouth.

"Your drooling there sweets hold still." you slapped his hand away

"I was not!" he laughed using the opportunity to grasp your offending hand kissing your palm before holding it tight walking to the desk informing them of your arrival as bruce signed you both in you saw many women glaring at you. You pulled back a little from him he noticed giving your hand a squeeze then moved to hold your hip pulling you to walk beside him.

"Ignore them they are just jealous.... an ass like yours would cost them a lot of money." you squeaked as he pinched your bottom.... he seemed obsessed with it today, you was tankful as his antics were taking your mind off of the glances you was receiving.Bruce quickly navigated the crowds with you arriving at the booths made for parents to sign up to participate in some events he grabed a pen and began filling in for the parents races. Each pupil had a number the parents would get a corresponding number to pin to themselves for the race gaining points for their children adding to their total's helping them to win prizes. He passed the pen to you once filling everything in, you bit your lip writing down your name for the mothers race for Jack freezing you hovered the pen above damien's name bruce smiled leaning down he kissed your ear lightly before speaking quietly in your ear so close you could feel his breath.

"You'd run for him?" you nodded still debating if it was a good idea, it was your first semi public apperance you didnt want to rock the boat.

"Yes... I want to but....It could cause an uproar people could make assumptions." he stood behind you still holding your hip in one hand the other coverd your hand holding the pen making a tick mark beside his sons name kissing the back of your neck.

"Fuck them you want to run the mothers race for my son do it... and I'll run the dads for Jack."he said letting you put down your name before taking back the pen doing the same for jack.

"and I hope to meet you in the winners race."

"Something tells me you'd throw it just to see my ass" he grunted at you

"Nope I always win these things I wouldn't throw them for anything and besides I don't have to throw a race to look at it, I'll look at it when I damn well please, as is my right" you chuckled at him shaking your head

"What ever you say boss man" before being interupted by someone clearing there throat. You both turned to see a barbie who had obviously rearranged herself pulling the tops of her expensive tits out of the yoga top hanging out obscenely trying to gain his attention. You rolled your eyes as a blonde came up behind you both a sultry look fluttering her eyelashes at your man.

"Can I please?" she said motioning to the pen in Bruce's hand her eye scanning him from head to toe licking his lips. He smiled politely handing it to her you scowled at her.

"Of course come on love" he said leading you away you looked down a little.

"Dont let it get to you sweets. They will try, they will always try love"

"I know dosent mean I have to like it tho....Its just hard and I'm trying to behave for your sake. I cant exactly call her out and smack the shit out of her" he grunted twitching in his sweats rearranging himself

"Not if you don't want to be caught being railed on the field no"

"Bruce! are you always thinking about sex? seriously were in a school"

you shouted laughing pushing him lightly as he laughed pulling you back ton him placing you in front as he walked resting his chin on your shoulder whispering huskily into your ear.

"Well this is where me met.... its on my list"

"No!. Do not even go there with your stupid fucking list"

"Don't knock the list...You could have one if you want...I'm sure we could find a way to sneak away for five minutes or so, we could try Mr Kolemans office"

"Oh? and when do you ever finish in five minutes?" he shrugged sending you cheeky look

"Just because I haven't doesn't mean I cant" you shook you head rolling your eyes at him. You quickly noticed the blond from earlier was sticking close the the both of you, Bruce had noticed but kept quiet ignoring her as you made your way across to the boys events. You grunted as she tailed you all the way down the field even as you both sat on the grass you sat between Bruce's legs he pulled you close making a point to touch and hold you. She was always trying to be in sight of Bruce twirling her hair and fluttering her eyes at one point bending over in front of him wiggling her boney ass. You seethed knowing what she was doing but unable say anything.

"You know...You could say something...I really wouldn't mind..Quite the opposite I would enjoy having you get all territorial just a quick snap? growl? anything?" you rolled your eyes as he began grinding against you making sure you felt just how much he would enjoy it

"Bruce behave youself!!"you slapped his thigh making him grunt and hiss leaning forward capturing your ear between his teeth suckling your lobe

"Go oonn you know you want to, do it for me?" he continued kissing down your neck you flushed as she scoffed as Bruce sucked a new mark onto your neck. You would not start a cat fight over Bruce, not that you didn't want to fight for him just that you didn't need to. He was yours. But it didn't mean you wasn't self conscious as the slim woman tried to gain his attention. Tho he made himself quite clear with his little display just who it was he desired. You shook your head trying to rise above her pettiness. Spotting the boys you waved then pointed them out to Bruce who was now satisfied with his fresh mark pulled away with a soft kiss. Jack and Damien sat across from you, Jack waved back then nudged Damien who smiled nodding to you. First was the throwing events then we moved to the jumps.

"Whats Damien doing?"

"He is doing high jump he is band from long jump."

"What? why?"

"He... clears the sand.... by quite a bit so he cant do it now, the others cant compete with him"

"That doesn't sound fair being banned for being good at it" he sighed.

"And he was holding back"

"Wow so he's and agile little bugger then"

"Heh you have no idea" you both watched the kids participate in their events moving across the field. Throughout the day you saw a pattern Damien was top across the board. In every single event he did. The boy didn't even break a sweat as he was leaving all of the others in the dust, you got the distinct feeling he was holding back. Especially as you saw Bruce motion for him to slow down.

"Bruce what the fuck! your sons a beast how the fuck can he do that im pretty sure he just broke a world record?" you cried as he won the hurdles a good 50 seconds before Jack came in second place. you pulled out your phone to do a google search on hurdle world records Bruce sighed running a hand across the back of his neck.

"...Well he likes fitness and sports I may have updated the manor's gym for him" you snapped your head to him.

"Hang on whoa a gym? where the hell have you hid a gym?" he faltered which was unlike him before quickly snapping out of it stuttering.

"Err well it's-its at the back in the old part,its not fully finished I don't want you going in there it has potentially dangerous equipment in there, professional stuff you need to be taught how to use them." you nodded unconvinced before hearing an anouncement.

"All parents participating in the parental race please come and collect your numbers" Bruce stood helping you up. You both walked to the table collecting the numbers 345 jack 352 for Damien pinning them to your tee shirts ,the fathers race was first you pulled Bruce in for a sweet kiss which he promptly tried deepening wrapping himself aroung you you giggle pulling back as he moved to kiss down your neck, you glowed red as the other parents watch out right some of the women were scoffing. You cupped his face.

"Good luck babe kick ass" he smiled kissing your lips again

"You to" he said before taking position on the start line you was awestruck as you watched him dominate the race, what ever Bruce had said about Damien in the gym was bullshit, it was genetics, pure dna it had to be as Bruce quickly made his way out front and stayed there he was miles away from the others you cheered as he made it across the finish line. Smiled Standing tall as the other runners crouched over panting some heaving there faces purple. You took your place on the starting line noting that blondy was in the line up doing some bullshit yoga stretches drawing attention to herself, although you was on the larger side than the other women you was confident. In school you had been on the track team, not only that this was Gotham being able to run was a survival skill that most of these women didn't need to master in their gilded castles. You crouched looking down the track taking a slow breath flexing the muscles in your legs warming them with extra blood flow as the others got in position. The teacher counted down and you were off you stayed near the back pacing yourself letting the others wear themselves out before going in for the win, as predicted the others all took off in a full sprint loosing steam quickly. Half way down the track you took it up a notch sprinting slowly building up to full speed passing the women one by one hearing the curses and gasps as you took the lead even then you pushed on breaking away further and further finally crossing the finish line Bruce high fived you.

"Where the hell did that come from?"

"Track team, you never start with sprinting." he shook his head now the top three of each would race one another you noticed with glee that blondy hadn't made it through, she maybe skinny but you were fitter and you couldn't help being smug. You all lined up looking to Bruce you don't care about beat the others just him but you had no hope in winning against him outright so would have to try some underhanded tactics smiling slyly.

"Hey babe?" you bent over a little wiggling your ass he glanced at you wetting his lips eyeing your bent over form as the teacher to position starting to count down.

"Yeah"

"Is it obvious I'm not wearing anything underneath these?" you said pulling on your leggings he gasped standing up quickly turning to look at your ass.

"You what?!" you laughed running as the race began Bruce missing the call swore quickly following a few seconds you as you took a healthy lead the others now tired from the previous race, you glanced behind you seeing him quickly gaining on you, not even in his lane he'd merged into yours and he looked determined but his eyes were glued to you ass,

"Just you wait!" he shouted out to you squealing you pushed harder trying to stay ahead of him laughing unable to stop yourself from tucking your ass below you as you heard his heavy steps just behind you fully expecting him to grab you.

"No! Bruce! I'm sorry!" you shouted as he was practically on top of you as you crossed the finish line

"Sorry?! you get your ass here!!" but you didn't stop dodging him for a few more moments, in that moment you didn't care about the damn race you screamed as he finally caught you around the waist lifting you up crushing you against him.

"That was really a really dirty trick woman" he said you laughed he placed you down in front him your back to him then smoothed his hands across your ass raking his fingers up and down before giving you a quick spank you flushed knowing full well no matter how discreet he was trying to be someone was bound to have seen that.

"You little tease!" he growled once he felt the the seam of your underwear he moved hugging you from behind pulling you back grinding into your ass lightly.

"Just you wait until I get you to the car" you mewled at the threat rubbing back against him feeling his significant bulge pressing insistently at your ass

"Is that a promise Mr Wayne?" he groaned into your neck. Turning you saw that you had indeed come first gaining both boys extra points.

"Ha I won!!" you laughed

"Yes you won, but at what cost?" you froze turning to look at him wide eyed

"Cost? what do you mean cost? Bruce?" he just laughed pulling away from you as he waved over at the boys both of them shrinking into their shoulders at the public display you'd given everyone. He walked over to the table to hand in his numbers you followed at a safe distance

"Bruce? What cost? hey! don't ignore me!" He did tho chuckling to himself deciding to let your mind dwell on what could be in store for you.

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Broken Like Me: The Party

Summary: Dean and the reader attend his agency’s annual party where they run into a not so friendly face...

Masterlist

Pairing: Model!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, small fight

A/N: Enjoy!...

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“Wow,” said Dean as you stepped out of the hotel bathroom. “Wow, sweetheart.”

“Is it bad?” you asked. He shook his head and stepped over with a big smile.

“It’s amazing. You look beautiful and hot and sexy and I just want to take that dress right off of you,” he chuckled.

“Considering the amount of time Carla spent finding this for me, I think she’d kill you,” you said. “How’s my back look?”

“As beautiful as the rest of you,” he said, touching a hand to your bare skin. It was an open back dress and far more risqué than you had any right to be wearing. Dean trailed his fingers over the faded scars covering the skin there. “I packed the emergency dress just in case.”

“Thank you,” you said with a smile. “But I’m okay. I love this dress and if your model friends have a problem with my scars, then fuck them.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing your cheek. “I can’t wait to show you off.”

“Or we could skip this agency party thing and go to a nice dinner instead and then come back here and get naked?” you said.

“That is incredibly tempting but we flew all the way out here for Carla,” he said.

“I know,” you sighed.

“It’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Y/N, is that you?” said Carla when you got to the party. “Dean must be drooling.”

“Yes, he is,” you laughed, getting a hug from her, Dean getting his own.

“How you doing babe? Getting along with your parents? That goes for both of you,” she said.

“Yes, mom,” teased Dean. “It’s been pretty good. Y/N’s parents gave her her trust fund back. With interest.”

“To which we promptly decided to leave it be for kids and future weddings and all that stuff. Dean and I have plenty between our jobs,” you said.

“Well I’ve never worried about you two and money. So you’re doing better with your parents still?” asked Carla.

“Yeah. It’s a little awkward sometimes still. They grovel a little bit,” you said.

“They’re trying their best,” said Dean. “Excuse me ladies, I think I see a friend over there.”

“How’s he and his dad really doing? It’s like pulling teeth sometimes,” she said.

“John is going to Dr. Bram every other week,” you said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. John’s got a whole bunch of crap he’s gone through apparently. He’s still not a fan of going but he does it for Dean,” you said.

“It sounds like things are calming down for you two finally,” she said.

“Hopefully. We could do with some quiet,” you said.

“I take it you haven’t started wedding planning yet then,” she teased.

“My mom is looking at professional planners for us so that’s a joy,” you said.

“Want me to say anything?” she asked.

“No mom,” you laughed. “I’ll calm her down if she gets too wound up. Dean and I love each other. There’s no need to rush into a wedding.”

“A wedding is honestly just another day in your relationship, sweetie. It’s a very happy day where you celebrate your love for each other with friends and family. But in the end, it’s a day. You love him and the babe is head over heels in love with you. You’re young. Take the time to make it what you want it to be,” she said.

“Do you think I’ll ever get to the point where my mom would say something like that?” you asked.

“I think so. Dean and his father...I thought about coming to pay John a visit more than once and give him a piece of my mind. But now, they seem to be healing that relationship. I’m sure if you’re patient with them, you’ll get there.”

“I hope so,” you said.

“Well when I met you, you never would have been caught dead in a dress like that,” she said. “I think you got this.”

“Well the scars on my face and arms and chest are gone,” you said.

“Your back is actually not what I was expecting,” she said.

“I got a better scar cream,” you smiled. “A whole lot cheaper than laser surgery.”

“Dean ever offer to pay? He can plenty afford it,” she said.

“He brings it up now and again. He makes so much he doesn’t need. He just puts it out there that he would help if I choose to get rid of the rest,” you said. “A majority of the time though, the only person who ever seems them is Dean though so it doesn’t matter. I tell him to put the money towards something he wants.”

“Looks like what he wants right now is you to come save him,” she said, Dean looking like he was pleading with you to get over there. You walked over with a smile, Dean easing a little as you stopped at his side.

“So is this the farm girl that you gave up Calvin Klein for?” said a guy in a white suit, the other guy with them walking away.

“Down girl,” said Dean when you opened your mouth. “This is Kyle.”

“I think she was ready to tear my throat out,” laughed Kyle. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Dean doesn’t speak kindly of many of his model friends. But Kyle Kendricks is always okay with me,” you said.

“I told you I’d win her over,” said Kyle.

“Yeah well you’re a loser so it’s not too hard,” chuckled Dean.

“I don’t think those pictures Dean posts of you did you justice, Y/N,” he said.

“Always a suck up,” you said. “Hey, how’d that shoot for the baby food go?”

“Didn’t happen. Super weird. I was ready to sign the contract and everything and apparently the owners themselves said they got somebody else in mind,” he said.

“Was it Gerber?” asked Dean.

“Nah, the other one,” he said. “I don’t have the new dad look they were going for.”

“Considering you do alcohol commercials, probably not,” teased Dean.

“You been keeping him out of trouble lately?” asked Kyle.

“I do my best...unless of course I’m the one causing it.”

“You should come visit us sometime. We got great barbecue,” said Dean.

“I’m on a diet,” grumbled Kyle.

“Why?” you asked.

“Calvin Kline contract is going up soon. Michael Reyburn is apparently more trouble than he’s worth,” said Kyle. Dean nodded and Kyle gave him a smile. “Dude I know it was your gig and-“

“I had it for all of five seconds,” he said. “It’s a lot of money if you can swing it. Just be careful bud.”

“Maybe I’ll stick with beer,” he said, getting a tap on the shoulder from a man. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

“The way you described him you would think the man has a pocket protector and grandpa pants,” you said.

“Kyle’s a nerd. We always stuck together. That other guy was Jack Bilson. He’s besties with Reyburn so-“

“Also a dick. Good to know,” you said. “So how long do we have to be here?”

“An hour tops. I promise.”

“Well hello,” said a deep voice. You spun around from where you were eating a tiny piece of lobster on a cracker, the man chuckling at you. “That is a hell of a dress.”

“Thanks,” you said, your mouth full.

“You’re Dean Winchester’s charity case, right? Or maybe he’s yours.”

“I can see why they’re going with another model, Michael. Must be pretty hard to fill out those shorts with what you’re packing,” you said, getting a few laughs out of people close by.

“Sweetie you ought to see what a real man is like.”

“Then why the hell am I talking to you?”

“Never been with someone who looks like they beat a lawnmower in a fight,” he said. You smiled and glanced down, grabbing another snack and popping it in your mouth. “Do you ever stop eating?”

“Michael. Try therapy for why ever it is you’re so angry and leave me and Dean the Hell alone,” you said.

“Said the freak show,” he said.

“Reyburn,” said Dean as he came over, stepping in front of you.

“Oh look, fatty’s here,” he said. Dean clenched his fist and you stood between them.

“Kindly apologize and leave,” you said.

He started to laugh and you got in his face.

“I literally pulled myself from a burning car only to then find myself bleeding out on the side of the road. You know what you do when that happens, Michael? You make a decision and I made the decision to shove my own fingers inside my rib cage to squeeze an artery shut. Do you know how much that hurts, Michael? Do you know what it’s like to sit there, putting yourself in excruciating pain just so you have a chance at living? No. No you don’t. I am very good at dealing with shit and that includes you. Now apologize, please, and stay away from him. Or else.”

“I see who wears the pants in the relationship,” said Kyle.

“I see who isn’t in a relationship,” you said. Michael narrowed his eyes and stormed off. You ate another cracker, turning to Dean. “This is so good. You got to try it.”

“You never talk about your accident,” he said.

“Because I don’t remember half of it,” you said. “Come on. He’s a douchebag. I want to go dance with my very handsome fiancé.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“I am so glad to be out of there,” you said when you were back in the hotel room.

“Remind me not to accept next year,” he said, shrugging out of his suit jacket and heading straight into the bathroom.

“You alright?” you called as you stepped out of your heels. You didn’t hear anything and undressed, walking into the bathroom naked and taking your hair out of its bun. “Mr. Winchester…”

“What?” he said grumpily before he spun around.

“What’s wrong, De?” you asked. He looked you over and rested his hand on your right side, tracing over the long scar there.

“You’re beautiful and I can’t defend you because I’m...this,” he said, glancing down at his body.

“I don’t need a man to defend me. He was bullying me and my best friend. I will always stand up for us,” you said. “My handsome and healthy soon to be husband.”

“Why would you even want me?” he asked.

“Because I love you,” you hummed, giving him a smile. He rolled his eyes and turned away.

“I’m gonna shower. You mind?” he asked.

“Alright,” you sighed. You left and went back to the bedroom, changing into a pair of shorts and one of his shirts. You flipped through the room service menu and ordered some fries and a brownie, listening for Dean to be done with his shower.

When it was still going by the time the food got there though, you went back in.

“Dean. I ordered a late night snack if you want some,” you said.

“I’m not hungry, sweetheart,” he said. You sighed and opened up the steamed up shower door. “What the hell?”

“It has been an hour. You never take showers this long unless you’re upset,” you said.

“I’m not upset,” he said. You stared at him and he groaned, turning off the water. He brushed past you for his towel and you rolled your eyes, going back to the room and nibbling at the food. He didn’t say anything as he came in a minute later, taking his clothes with him to the bathroom to change.

“Since when are we shy in front of each other?” you asked. Dean shook his head and went over to his suitcase, folding his suit nicely. “Silent treatment, very mature.”

“What is your problem? I want to be left alone,” he said, shoving the suit down.

“Tough shit,” you said as you knelt up on the bed. “I care about you and right now, I get the feeling I care a hell of a lot more about you than you do yourself so until further notice, I’m in charge.”

“You’re in charge? Of what?” he scoffed.

“Get in the bed.”

“Make me.”

You stared at him, Dean crossing his arms. You stood up and walked over to him, getting in his face.

“You gonna push me?”

“If you don’t want to talk then at the very least you can indulge me and go lay down on the damn bed,” you said.

He glanced down and went back to his suit, fixing it before he went to a side of the bed and sat down. You went right next to him, Dean stiff until you shifted behind him, wrapping your legs and arms around him.

“What are you doing?”

“Hugging you,” you mumbled against his shoulder.

“Do you remember that night I missed our date? I went to Dr. Bram’s and was a complete mess?” he asked.

“I remember you had a bad night,” you said. He put one of his hands over yours and held onto your arms.

“Part of that night was because of the model that got the contract after me. Reyburn. He made some nasty comments. I thought I was over it but apparently not,” he said.

“Dean. Yes, Michael Reyburn is a physically fit person and yes he is physically attractive. He’s also a horribly ugly person. He’s disgusting and mean. You on the other hand are the kind of person that made someone like me, someone so beaten down from a lifetime of crap, feel happy and beautiful and loved. You’re the most attractive person I’ll ever meet, Dean. The way you look on the outside, everything else, that’s just a bonus, De.”

He looked over his shoulder at you, peeling your arms away so he could turn and kiss you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“S’okay,” you said. You ran your fingers through his short strands, Dean curling into the touch. “They had cheese fries. I got them just for you.”

“I really should watch what I eat,” he said.

“You had a salad for lunch and we skipped dinner. I say it’s okay, Dean,” you said. “It’s got bacon-“

“That should have been your opener, sweetheart,” he chuckled. You gave him another kiss and hug before you let him go to the table and bring over the food. “I’m sorry Michael was such a pig to you.”

“Well he sounds like he has his own issues to work out,” you said. “Forget him. I also had a great idea while you were in the shower.”

“What’s that?”

“Instead of flying home, want to do a road trip? Hit up some of those places you see on the food channel on our way back?” you asked.

“So no flight and awesome food? I’m sold,” he said. “What about work?”

“I have a lot of unused vacation time. It’ll be fun. We’ve both been busy lately,” you said. “What do you say?”

“I say I’m going to marry a little genius,” he said. He kissed your nose and started to eat, the two of you quiet for a while, your head leaning on his shoulder when you finished. “Y/N.”

“Mhm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Dean.”

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Absurdism Chapter 14

You ever discover that your half-ghost mentor was a complete disaster all along? also look i finally added first/previous/next chapter links hooray

Rating: Teen/K+ (a lil swearing, because teenagers, man) Warnings: - Genre: Family, Hurt/Comfort Additional Tags: Sibling Bonding, Family Bonding, Alternate Universe - Halfa Jazz AU, Jazz makes friends

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Chapter 14: Pirate Radio

“You’re the worst little sister in the history of little sisters,” Danny grumbled without heat. He moved, slumping further into the cushions of the couch.

Jazz snorted. “I can’t possibly be that bad.”

“No, you are.” He somehow buried himself even further. “I bet no one else has to worry about their little sister finding and befriending an alternate universe of themselves, the older sibling.”

“That’s just an inherent risk of being a Fenton, Danny,” Jazz pointed out, quirking an eyebrow at him even if he couldn’t see it. “You’ll have to blame our parents for that, not me.”

“Counter-argument. The befriending part is definitely a you thing.”

She blew a raspberry at him. “Like you wouldn’t have made friendly with an alternate universe version of me, given the chance.”

Danny hummed. “Not if she was as annoying as you.”

“Rude.” She reached over to swat at his shoulder. “I’m stronger than you, you know?”

He made a derisive noise.

“You suck,” she told him, sitting down properly again. “I’m leaving.”

Just as she shifted to the edge of the couch, however, their parents appeared in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Hey kids,” her dad boomed, pushing his way in first. “We have talk to you two.”

Jazz’ core whirred nervously. Uh oh. That didn’t sound good.

Her mom stepped in after Dad, holding… oh no, was that the Ghost Finder? Shoot, she didn’t realize that they had built another one.

“Jack,” Maddie said, softly, holding up the invention. He leaned over to look on the screen and frowned.

Danny, next to her, had pushed himself into a sitting position again. He nudged her, gently, in a rather sad attempt at comfort.

It helped, though.

“Huh.” Jack turned to frown at her and Danny, but he was clearly still looking at the Finder from his peripherals. “That’s strange.”

Maddie clicked her tongue, then nodded. She lowered the invention again, and looked at Jazz and Danny directly. “What we wanted to talk about, kids, were the events of a few days ago.”

“That weird ghost sickness slash contamination thing?” Danny asked, his confusion not sounding quite genuine enough. “Why? What about it?”

“It… opened our eyes, I suppose you could say.” Her mom moved, perching on the arm of the armchair in front of her and Danny. “For years, we believed that humans and ghosts were entirely separate entities. Even if a human could become a ghost, it was a binary process. You were either fully human, or fully ghost. Those two states couldn’t be blended, not in the least. Or so we thought.”

“But those kids at the school, they all had ghost-like powers because of their contamination,” Jack continued. “But they hadn’t gone through the entire process, hadn’t made the full transition to a ghost. Which made us realize… If they could be humans with ghost-like abilities, caused by some sort of ectoplasmic contamination… Anyone else could be, too.”

“And I don’t think anyone could deny the similarities between Phantom and Specter and our children,” Maddie finished off. “In hindsight, it was glaringly obvious. Only…”

Jazz huffed out a laugh. “But only one of us shows up on the scanner, huh?”

“It makes no sense!” Jack blurted out, waving a hand at the invention. “By that logic, I could imagine that Specter’s core is too young, not mature enough, to show up, assuming it gets muted by her… human form? But, no, it’s Danny who appears fully human! Only minor ecto-contamination.”

“Which is obviously the fault of him not wearing proper protection when in the lab, young man,” Maddie chided.

Danny made a face. “Everything in this house is contaminated anyway. What’s the point of protecting yourself in the lab if the kitchen is almost as bad? Never mind all the food.”

Jazz swatted at him. “Danny, can we please focus on the serious conversation?” She turned to their parents. “Look, it’s… complicated.”

“God, did he train you to use that as an answer or do you two just spend that much time together?” Danny complained, pushing her with his shoulder. To their parents, he said, “Your scanner is right, I’m no more ghostly than you two. Jazz has a core, but she’s more human than ghost, I think. She defaults back to human when she falls asleep, anyway.”

“It’s his go-to answer for everything,” she explained with a roll of her eyes. “But, yes. I’m half-ghost. I think that it’s a pretty even balance, but, well. While human—alive—is my standard state of being, my core never goes away entirely. It gets… what did you call it, muted? I guess that that’s a good word for it. It’s weaker in human form, which makes it harder to use my powers, but it’s not impossible. I’m always a little ghostly in human form, and a little human in ghost form.”

Maddie nodded, slowly, her brow creased in thought. “So then… who is Phantom? He looks…” She trailed off, looking at Danny.

“Yeah, it’s complicated.” Jazz bit her lip, looking between her three family members. The conversation seemed to be going alright, but… having someone with more experience with this present would be a help. A comfort, if nothing else. “I can go get him? He can probably explain it better than I can.”

Her parents frowned, but nodded their permission anyway. Jazz stood up, then hesitated.

“I, uh. Do you mind if I shift into my ghost form here, or should I leave first?”

They shared a look—more like a silent conversation—before Maddie licked her lips and said, carefully, “No, go ahead. It would be… good. To see, I mean.”

“Right.” Jazz nodded back, then tugged on her core, ignoring her racing heartbeat. The transformation washed over her in a brief flash of light, and she grinned at her parents, unsure. “Tah-dah?”

“Wow,” Jack breathed. Both of them were clearly stunned. “Years of research disproven, just like that.”

She hesitated, and Maddie must’ve realized why, because she waved a hand. “Go find Phantom, honey. We just… It’s one thing to know, and another to see.”

Of course. She knew that, didn’t she? That was why she was so thrown off whenever she saw Phantom in his human form.

“Yeah,” she said, letting herself float a little. “I’ll be right back, then.”

Jazz turned herself invisible—ignoring their startled noises—and phased out of FentonWorks. Look, she had nothing to hide to them, but it would be suspicious if people saw her!

Luckily Phantom hadn’t left for patrol yet, lounging on a nearby rooftop. He jerked upright when he saw Jazz, immediately shifting into his ghost form. “Jazz?”

“Hey, so, uh.” Suddenly she felt a little silly. Surely she and Danny could’ve handled this alone? But she was here now, and her parents wanted to see Phantom, so… “Um. My parents figured out my secret? Apparently they had another ghost scanner, but now they’re confused because their son is human, and they wanted to know who Phantom was? Could you, uh, come along?”

Phantom’s expression had grown increasingly uncomfortable as she spoke, but he still nodded after she finished talking. “Yeah, sure. How did they… react?”

“It was…” She considered it. “Not that bad, I guess? But maybe they haven’t quite processed it yet. I figured they would be okay with it, anyway, so it’s not that surprising.”

“If you thought they would accept you, why…” He paused, dusting off his jumpsuit rather pointlessly. Stalling for time, she figured. “Why didn’t you tell them sooner?”

She shrugged. “I wanted them to change their minds about ghosts. Specter, and later Phantom, were the easiest examples of ghosts doing good, and I thought that they would blame everything on us being part human if they knew.”

“That… makes sense.” He sighed, combing a hand through his hair. “Well, let’s go, then.”

The two of them flew back to FentonWorks, not turning invisible now. They phased through the front wall, directly into the living room, drawing the attention of the three people still present there.

Jazz landed in front of the couch, shifting back to her human form. Phantom kept his distance, however, and looked rather uncomfortable.

“You’re half-ghost too?” Jack guessed, gesturing at the Ghost Finder that Maddie still held. “The Finder suddenly started picking up your core, like something had been muting it but stopped.”

Phantom nodded, hesitantly. “I am.”

Maddie was staring at him with narrowed eyes. “But you look and sound almost exactly like Danny. I can’t imagine that there’s anybody in Amity that looks so similar to my son.”

That made Phantom shuffle even more uncertainly.

“Phantom,” Danny said, still on the couch. “Just tell them, man. Shift back.”

The half-ghost made a face, but did as asked. Light flashed, the ring of energy passing over him, and he thudded back onto the ground. Jazz was glad to see that Phantom had borrowed some of Danny’s clothes, so he didn’t look quite as ragged anymore.

Phantom grinned at Jack and Maddie, and, man. Jazz could feel the awkwardness in the atmosphere.

“Tah-dah?” he offered, opening his arms as if he were showing off an outfit.

“Jazz already did that,” Danny commented from behind her, and she kicked him in the shin. “Ow, Jazz, jeez. Just trying to lighten the mood.”

Jack made a noise that not even Jazz could decipher, then said, “So. Complicated, huh?”

“I am so tired of that word,” Danny muttered, and Jazz kicked him again. “Ah! Are you taking lessons from Sam or something?!”

Phantom snorted, then immediately straightened out, having drawn everyone’s attention back to him.

Jazz waited for him to speak up, but after a few moments of silence, cleared her throat. “So… You want to explain your complicated situation, Phantom?”

“I, uh. Yeah. Right.” He shuffled his feet, looking wildly uncomfortable. Seriously, it was a little weird, but it couldn’t be that much worse than when he told his secret to his own parents, right?

Unless… he had never told his secret to his own parents?

But that would be crazy, right?

“So, I’m, um.” Phantom ran a hand through his hair, running it all the way over his head until it ended up in his neck. “I’m… Danny Fenton. From another universe.”

“Apparently he’s the younger sibling and half-ghost,” Danny added when Phantom stopped talking. “He had photos with himself and his own Jazz, and she was like, eighteen.”

“But how did he—” Maddie paused, turned back to Phantom. “How did you get here?”

Phantom shrugged, uncomfortable now that the attention was on him again. “I, um. Natural portals form in the Ghost Zone all the time, but they don’t just connect to the regular human world. They can go to any place and any time on Earth, and, apparently, to different universes as well. I accidentally flew through one and… I thought I was back in Amity, so I didn’t try to go back.”

“And portals are too finicky to reliably travel back through,” Jack realized, snapping his fingers. “That’s why you stuck around! But I don’t understand… Wasn’t your home… don’t you miss it? Wouldn’t you want to go back?”

“Of course I want to go back!” Phantom snapped, suddenly, his eyes flaring green. “I want nothing more than to go home! But there’s no point in risking life and limb by diving through portal after portal, hoping to find it! If I just stay in one place, they will find me! I just…” The green faded away, his voice petering off into near-silence. “I just have to wait. They’ll come.”

“Because Sam and Tucker and your Jazz are looking, right?” Jazz asked, softly. “What about your parents? Wouldn’t they go looking for you?”

“I…” Phantom jerked his head. “Of course they’ll be looking for me! Just not—”

“They don’t know,” Danny said. “You never told them your secret. That’s why you were so hesitant to tell me what was going on, and why you’re acting weird now. You’re helping Jazz tell her parents, when you never told yours.”

Phantom made a face but nodded.

“But you. You’ve had your ghost powers for two and a half years!” It felt like her core had frozen in her chest. How had he gone so long without telling his parents? Had they held off on changing their minds for so long? Or…

Or was he genuinely scared that they might hurt him? That they would hate him for being half-ghost?

“Yeah, well.” Phantom shrugged, weakly. “My only comparison is the guy who’s gone twenty-two years without telling anyone about his powers, so.”

“We both know he’s a terrible example in every way,” Jazz scolded. “Seriously, Phantom… Danny. You could’ve told me. You didn’t have to come.”

“It’s… fine.” He looked up again, eyes wandering to Jack and Maddie. “I… I probably should’ve told mine ages ago. I’m glad you didn’t… didn’t.”

She huffed out a breath, scrambling over the couch to get closer to him. “That’s what you’re doing the whole time, isn’t it? You’re not just telling me what I’m dealing with, but you’re specifically aiming to have me avoid making the same mistakes you made.”

Jazz wrapped her arms around him, and, after a moment of stiffness, Phantom hugged her back. “Wouldn’t you?” he asked her, head pressed in her hair. “If you saw your sibling, so young and innocent, before they had made any of your mistakes. Wouldn’t you stop them, too?”

“You never said anything,” she told his shoulder. “I had no idea how bad it was, Danny. You should’ve told me! You’re not alone, not here.”

“I’m never alone.” He sniffled, but she didn’t comment. “I have Sam, and Tucker. And my own Jazz. I have Wulf, sometimes when I can find him, and Frostbite. Clockwork, even, if it’s really important.”

A warm bulk reached over Jazz to clap Phantom on his shoulder. She wrenched an eye upwards, meeting her dad’s eye. “Danny, kiddo. I don’t know your parents, but I can tell you with absolute certainty that family is the most important to us Fentons.” The other hand landed on Jazz’ shoulder. “Part ghost or not. My kids are my kids, and I love them with all my heart.”

“I… I know,” Phantom murmured back, keeping his head turned down. “But it’s just… hard. To hear them speak so badly of ghosts, of Phantom, and know. Know that that’s me they’re talking about. Even if I know, rationally, that they wouldn’t feel that way if they knew it was me.”

“Is that why you never told us, Jazz?” Maddie asked, laying a warm hand on Jazz’ other shoulder. “Because you were so scared?”

She shrugged, only a little so she wouldn’t throw off the comforting hands. “I… No, of course not! I wanted— wanted you two to change your opinions on ghosts, first, because it would be easier! Not because I was…” It felt like her throat was clogged up. She sniffled. “Yeah… Yeah, a little bit, I think. I just didn’t want to…”

“You didn’t want to admit that that was why,” Phantom finished for her. She couldn’t see his expression from where she was pressed against him, but he sounded like he was tearing up. “So you reasoned around it. Because you couldn’t be scared of your parents, not really! They didn’t mean it like that! But you were. Scared, that is.”

“Oh, honey,” her mom said, and suddenly another warm body pressed against her. Maddie’s arms wrapped around her, and by extension, around Phantom. “Oh, I’m so sorry that we made you feel that way. That you felt like you couldn’t tell us even some of this, that we were so set in our ways that you had to hide all of that. And that…”

Maddie’s hair brushed against Jazz’ cheek, as Maddie turned to look at Phantom. “And that it was so bad that, if we hadn’t figured it out ourselves, we wouldn’t have known for another two years, at least. That you would’ve been forced to hide yourself—yourselves—from us for so long.”

Then, suddenly, their hug collapsed. Jazz teetered for a moment, before she was drawn against her mom. She blinked in surprise, then realized what had happened.

Phantom stood several steps away. He must’ve turned himself intangible to escape from the hug.

“I’m glad you’re all talking this out okay,” he said, his posture stiff but his voice wavering. “But I… I’d better get going. This isn’t… my place.” He nodded at Danny, who uncertainly stood in front of the couch. “I. Yeah. Later.”

“Wait, Phantom!” Jazz shrugged off her mom’s arm, stepping closer to Phantom again. “Will you… Are we still meeting for training? Maybe not tomorrow, but… next week?”

He hesitated, visibly, before nodding. “Yeah, I… of course. I’ll…” He grinned, clearly fake. “I’ll check your homework then, alright?”

“Yeah, sure.” She wanted to stop him, wanted to help him, make him feel better, but… her own parents came first. He understood that, right? He would’ve done the same, had their roles been reversed.

Still, her core wavered in her chest, upset, and her heart felt like a clump of ice.

“I’m sorry we upset him,” Maddie said, tugging on Jazz’ arm again. “We didn’t mean to, Jazz. Upset either of you.”

“I know.” She wiped a hand over her eyes, shocked to find them wet. “I always knew that you cared, Mom, Dad. That my fear wasn’t… wasn’t rational. And Phantom is… He’s been upset for a long time, I think.”

“He misses his home,” Danny added, finally speaking up again. “When I talked to him with Sam and Tucker, he could barely look at them. He’s been here for months, waiting for them to find him.”

Jack’s arm wrapped around her shoulders again. “He’s worried that they might never find him,” he concluded. “That he’ll be forced to stay in world where he can’t see any of his loved ones ever again. That sounds like a Fenton’s worst nightmare.”

“Yeah,” Jazz agreed, leaning back against her dad’s massive bulk. “I can’t imagine… And his parents don’t even know… Can’t imagine why he disappeared like that.”

“At least we’ll know.” Maddie’s arm snaked around Jazz’ shoulders too, joining Jack’s. “If you ever disappear… God. It could’ve happened to us.” Her eyes were watering, too. “It’s been months since Specter’s first appearance, and we only discovered by coincidence. We could’ve… It could’ve been years before we changed our minds enough for you to tell us on your own.”

“If ever,” Jack mumbled, grimly. “If we ever got evidence convincing enough to break us from years of bias.”

Jazz just pressed closer. She wasn’t sure if her parents ever would’ve changed enough for her to feel confident about telling them, no matter what she said.

Somewhere, she was glad that they had found out on their own. She might’ve put it off forever, otherwise.

---

“Jazz,” Phantom said, grinning at her when she touched down in their clearing. “It’s been a while. How have things been?”

“They’re…” Rough. Her parents are struggling, it’s a lot to wrap their minds around. They’re trying but it’s hard. “Fine. Things have been fine.”

He nodded, already turning around. “Good. I’m… glad to hear so.”

Ah, so they were not going to talk about the other thing. Well. She supposed she could give him that much, at least.

“Weren’t you going to check my homework?” she asked, lightly.

Phantom paused. Turned back around. “Did you do it, then?”

“It was homework, Phantom. What do you think?”

His lips quirked up in a smile. It felt genuine, this time. “Should’ve figured. The trick to training you was homework all along.”

“I thought it was fine before now, too.” She shook her head, but smiled. “Anyway, you wanted me to test for elements I felt connected to. Now what?”

“Uh uh uh,” Phantom said, waving a finger. “First you have to give me your homework. So, tell me. Any elements you felt positive—or negative—about?”

“Well, I dunno. I didn’t feel a very strong connection to anything, to be honest,” she admitted, ignoring the way her core clenched. It wasn’t a personal failure, she was sure of that, but it still felt that way. “But… I think electricity was… okay? Better than the other stuff?”

He nodded, and she felt her core relax a little. “You haven’t been exposed to a lot of elemental ectoplasmic attacks, so your core might’ve prioritized learning neutral abilities over elements. Electricity makes sense, though. It was my first one, too, and it’s useful for a variety of purposes.”

Good. She liked the sound of that. “Okay, so, again. Now what?”

“We need to nudge your core into developing affinity for that element.” Phantom paused, then made a face at her. “This is going to sound really bad, but we’ll need to expose you to the element in question to do that.”

“What, like… like electrocuting me?”

“Not that rough, but…” He shrugged. “Kinda, yeah. Low voltage, closer to a static charge than something that would really hurt you.”

She grimaced. “Then why didn’t I develop an affinity for electricity sooner? I get static shocks constantly!”

“Needs to be ectoplasmic electricity,” Phantom explained with another shrug. “I got hit by Plasmius’ electric attacks all the time, and some other ghosts used them too. Technus, for example, or Walker’s right-hand man.”

He waved her over and, reluctantly, she joined him. “I’ll tell you right now, I don’t like this.”

“We can… not do it, you know?” Phantom laid his hands on her shoulders, lowering his head so he could meet her gaze. “Seriously, Jazz, it’s no big deal. You don’t need elemental attacks. If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna force you into anything.”

She sighed, wrapping one of her hands around Phantom’s. “I know, Phantom. It’s… Well, not fine, but it’s okay. I’d rather do this with someone I trust than get shocked by an enemy until I develop this power.”

Phantom remained silent for a moment, before asking, quietly, “You trust me?”

“Oh, Danny.” She pressed her head against his shoulder, wrapping her free arm around his shoulders. “Even if you’re not my brother, you’re still my family. You’ve been taking care of me for months, protecting me and making sure I would be fine even when you left. Of course I trust you.”

He drew his arms in closer, until they were wrapped around her neck instead of settled on her shoulder. Buried his head in her hair again. “If,” he said quietly. “If I ever leave.”

“Don’t say that,” she chastised, awkwardly patting him on the back. “Of course they’ll find you, and bring you back to your universe, and everything will be fine! You can tell your parents and they’ll accept you, too, and you’ll be okay. Maybe… Maybe the time is weird! That’s a thing, right, with the portals? Maybe your universe is just going way slower than mine, and your friends are looking for you, but it just hasn’t been that long yet!”

“Heh.” Phantom’s breath whistled through her hair, mussing it up. “You know… I hadn’t even considered that option yet.”

“Well, that’s what you have me for, right?” She turned her head to grin up at him. “I’m the smart sibling, after all.”

He barked out a surprised laugh, drawing away from her a little. “Yeah, I guess you are. Now come on, smarty-pants, you’re not getting out of training that easy.”

Phantom moved a full step back, until the only contact they had left were their linked hands. Then he lifted his free hand, offering it back to her.

Jazz bit her lip, then took the hand. “We’re making a loop? For the current to run through?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, tightening his grip comfortingly. “Tell me if this feels weird, okay?”

“Okay.” A tingling feeling started running down her arms, buzzing, hot and cold simultaneously. It danced through her veins, down her arms and into her chest and, oh. Her core whirred, like it was soaking up the energy. “Is it… My core is absorbing it, I think? Is that… bad?”

“It’s fine,” Phantom assured her. “That’s confirmation of an elemental affinity, by the way. Your core is accepting it, and processing it. We’ll keep to this level of power, give it the time to figure it out.”

She nodded, trying to focus on the energy running through her. On her core, soaking up all the power that Phantom was offering it.

“Say,” Phantom said, after a long moment of silence, “have you ever thought about getting a logo of your own?”

“A… logo?” She quirked a brow at him. “What, for my jumpsuit? Like yours?”

“Yeah!” He nodded towards his chest, like she could’ve missed the vivid white logo. “It’s kind of a superhero staple, you know.”

Jazz snorted. “No thanks.”

“Why not?” he prodded, shaking their arms. “We’ve got a while, anyway. Might as well talk through it, right?”

“If you insist. First of all, it’s tacky. Just not my sort of thing. And second of all…” She kicked him in the foot, gently. “I’m not a hero, Danny, just trying to help.”

“Looks like a hero from where I’m standing.” He jumped when she tried kicking him again, legs merging into a whispy tail. “From where I’m floating,” he corrected, childishly.

Jazz rolled her eyes. Secretly, she was glad to see him bantering, though. Even if it was just a cover for his homesickness… it served a distraction, at least. “Who’s the older sibling here?”

“Technically neither of us is,” he pointed out. “Even if I’m older than you, I spent almost my whole life being the annoying younger brother.”

“You make a good older brother, though.” She stiffened slightly as she realized she said that out loud. Ah, no, too sappy! “You’re a lot like Dad.”

Phantom raised a questioning eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah! You’re protective, you value your family—both blood and from friendship—above everything else,” she grinned, a little impishly, “you’re very interested in ghosts and ghost hunting…”

He flushed green, opening his mouth to counter, so she went for the final push.

“And you seem pretty obsessed with logos.” She outright smirked at him. “Pretty sure the next step is using your face as one.”

“Oh my god, Jazz, no.” Phantom threw his head back, groaning loudly. “That’s horrible. You’re horrible.”

“You started it,” she countered, childishly jiggling their arms. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

“Terrible. You’re terrible.” He swiveled his head back around, his green eyes sparkling. “How’s your core feeling?”

She stuck out her tongue. “That was a terrible topic change and you know it.” Still, that was why they were meeting, she supposed. “It’s feeling… full? Full-er?”

“More powerful?”

“Uh.” She prodded it, mentally. “No, not really? More… zappy? More zappy than usual, kinda staticky, and more full. Kinda… heavy? But not powerful.”

He nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Alright. I’m cutting off the power. Let’s see if we can get some electricity out of you yet.”

“Sure,” she said as the static down her arms stopped. She unlinked her arms, then twitched her fingers. Felt like they were having after-buzzes. “How?”

“How do all your ghost powers work?” he asked scathingly, but with no real heat. “Thought you were the smart sibling?”

“Mh.” She tried to recall the static feeling. Prodded her core into replicating that. “Wait, I think…”

Gold sparked between her fingers. Brief flashes of lightning jumped from one finger to another. “Oh, look! I did it!”

“That’s a pretty good start, yeah.” Phantom grinned at her when she looked at him. “Good job. Your parents would be proud.”

Well, there went the mood again. The electricity sparking between her fingers faded, her core making a soft hum, almost like it was sad.

“Yeah,” she said, like Phantom could’ve possible missed the mood drop. “I… Speaking of them, though…” She trailed off, then remained silent.

“What about them?” he asked, frowning. “They didn’t—”

“They didn’t do anything!” she assured him, quickly. “Not like that! It’s just. Everyone’s been kind of obsessed with this adult music channel lately, and that’s… fine, whatever, you know, but. Mom and Dad have been listening to it a lot, too, saying it relaxes them. But they wouldn’t need relaxing if it weren’t for— for this!”

Phantom blew out a noisy breath, shaking his head. “Jazz… You can’t blame yourself for the accident, or for your parents finding out. Yeah, maybe they’re a little stressed, but… but they would probably be, anyway, even if you’d told them from the start. It’s not your fault, okay?

“Besides,” he added, and he was suddenly next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “They got into something similar in my universe. Practically every adult in Amity was obsessing over that music. And that was even though my parents didn’t know my secret. So it’s fine, yeah?”

That… wasn’t quite as comforting as Phantom had intended it, probably. She sighed. “I guess. What made them stop?”

“I, uh.” He paused, drawing back. Frowned in thought. “Um. No— hold on.”

“Holding on,” she snipped back.

“Got it! Oh, shit, whoops.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, so, don’t freak out, but it was totally a ghost thing. And I don’t know where to find those guys until they make their move, so…”

“Oh my god, Danny!” She threw out her hands. “That’s the opposite of comforting! What does that even mean, their move?!”

He grimaced. “They might… try to kidnap every adult in the city. No, scratch that, they totally did kidnap every adult in the city. Everyone who listened to their music.”

“Danny!” She clenched her fists, her core whirring angrily, her glow flickering wildly. “I’m not gonna— I’m going home right now. And I’m not leaving until I’m sure it’s taken care of!”

“Yeah, of course.” Phantom nodded quickly. “Go ahead, Jazz. I’ll meet you when Youngblood and Ember show up.”

---

Jazz stood on the landing at the top of the stairs, staring down at the roiling mass of students in her house. It felt like a block of ice sat in her chest, her core angrily buzzing beneath it.

“Jazz,” Valerie said, nudging her. “Come on, glaring at these guys won’t make you feel any better. Can’t we wait for your brother somewhere quieter?”

“No. I already looked at the ship, and they’ve got a ghost shield. Phantom and I can’t approach until someone turns it off.” Valerie quirked an eyebrow at her, and Jazz rolled her eyes. “Val, no offense, but you can’t possibly do that alone. It’s loaded with ghost pirates, and there are at least two high-powered ghosts on there.”

Valerie sighed. “That’s fair, I guess. So now what?”

Jazz turned her eyes back towards their classmates, partying below them.

“Jazz, whatever you’re thinking, no.” Valerie nudged her. “Seriously, you can’t plan to involve those guys again. Last time they were already in danger, and they had ghost powers.”

“They’re already involved,” she pointed out. “Their parents are gone, too. We just need to convince them to help us. There’s enough ghost hunting gear in FentonWorks to arm all of them, and they don’t need to be good, just good enough. If they can distract the ghosts, you can sneak by to disarm the shield.”

Valerie gave her a flat look. “Why the ‘we’? If you convince them, you’ll need to come with, and if you can pass through the ghost shield with them, you and Danny can do it with me, too.”

“I don’t know, Val. It’s a lot of ghosts.” She sighed. “And we need to turn off the shield, or Phantom and I can’t leave. If we can get more people there, it would help a ton.”

“But there’s no way the two of us can convince our class to help us hunt ghosts,” Valerie pointed out harshly. “Seriously, Jazz. Be realistic. We’re both uncool outcasts with a ghost problem. They’re not gonna listen to us.”

“Yeah, but—” A screech of static broke through the music, then stopped. The music didn’t pick back up.

Jazz leaned down over the railing, and spotted Danny standing at the front of the crowd, Sam and Tucker on either side of him. Tucker was holding a PDA, a cable running from it to the speakers behind them. Of course, he must’ve turned off the music for them, drawing the attention to the three of them.

“Hey people!” Danny raised a hand in greeting, his voice loud enough to carry through the sudden silence. “I know you’re all here to party, but I’m afraid we have a bit of a situation! As you all know, just about every adult in Amity Park got kidnapped by ghosts, including pretty much everybody’s parents!”

He looked through the room meaningfully, letting it sink in for a moment, before he continued. “Now, you might all think, so what? Specter and Phantom will solve it, just like every other ghost problem, won’t they? Or maybe that human ghost hunter on the hoverboard? Well, I’m sorry to say that it won’t be that easy.”

“How do you know?” someone shouted from the crowd.

“Glad you asked! I know because I actually looked at the fucking ship where they’re holding our folks, and guess what? It’s got a ghost shield around it! So Phantom and Specter, even if they come to help, won’t be able to! And, as much as I might be inclined to trust in the human hunter, she’s just one person. There’s a small army of weak grunt ghosts on that ship, and at least two higher powered ones, one of which has previously invaded our town, and which required the teamwork of Phantom, Specter, and the human hunter. Now, as much as you’re enjoying this time without your parents, are you really content to rely on other people to fix this for you?”

Danny paused, eyes slowly moving over the crowd. “Do you really feel good, partying here, knowing that your parents are working themselves to the bone up there, forced by ghosts? Knowing that the only people that might help are two ghosts that can’t actually go there, and a single human hunter? Hm?”

He shook his head, then gestured to Sam and Tucker besides him. “Now, I don’t know about any of you. Obviously, since I’m older. But I do know myself, and I know Sam and Tucker. And I know that none of us could live with the guilt, if we spent however long having fun down here, just to discover that our parents died because Amity’s protectors got outplayed. So I’ll ask all of you one thing. If your parents didn’t survive this, could you live with the knowledge that you could’ve helped, but didn’t?”

With his speech finished, Danny stepped back again, Sam and Tucker moving in sync. He turned around, the three of them moving to the edge of the room. Behind them, noise slowly starting coming in again; murmurs of the crowd as they talked. The music stayed silent.

“Damn,” Valerie whistled. “Didn’t know your brother was such a good motivational speaker, Jazz.”

“Yeah,” she said, thinking back to Phantom. To the way he must’ve convinced countless enemies to help him, those times he needed backup he didn’t have. Doing all the things she’d done with basically no information. “Yeah, I guess he is.”

“Wow, that was almost a compliment,” Danny commented, coming up the stairs. Jazz started—when had he gotten there?

“You stole my idea, though.” She swatted at him. “And that’s rude.”

“It’s better this way. Besides, I had a better shot at convincing them.”

She huffed. “What, because you’re such a brilliant speaker?”

“Because I’m older, Jazz.” He rolled his eyes, an amused smile on his face. “For kids like these, older teens are automatically cooler. You two might be all the way at the bottom of the popularity ladder, but Sam, Tucker, and I are high up, just because of our age. Doesn’t matter that we’re not popular among our own classmates.”

“Well, whatever.” She shook her head. “It doesn’t really matter, I guess, because I’m coming anyway.”

Valerie grabbed her arm. “No you’re not. Don’t be crazy.”

“Val, I—”

“Jazz. You are not coming,” Valerie repeated, shaking her arm. Jazz frowned at the weird emphasis.

“I wholeheartedly agree, Jazz,” Danny said from her other side. “I don’t want you to come.”

Jazz grumbled, slumping on the landing’s railing. “You two suck.”

“We also both know, huh?” Danny sighed, then leaned on the railing beside her. “Look, Jazz. Yes, I overheard your idea, and decided that I would take the lead. I’ll lead the human ghost hunters in the attack on the ship, we’ll turn off the shield, and then you and Phantom can come in to actually deal with the ghosts.”

“Wait, hold on,” Valerie cut in before Jazz could reply. “Aren’t you Phantom?”

Danny jerked backwards to look at Valerie over Jazz’ back. Jazz also turned to shoot her an incredulous look.

“What? Why are you both looking at me like that?” Valerie frowned. “Seriously, I asked Phantom if he was Danny Fenton and he said yes. And Jazz, you keep saying he’s your brother. What was I supposed to think?!”

“Technically, all of that is true.” Danny made a face. “It’s just… not the complete truth.”

“One might even say that it’s complicated,” Jazz added, just to rile up Danny a little. “I don’t know why Phantom would tell you he’s Danny but not tell you the whole story, though. He is actually Danny Fenton, yes, but he’s from alternate universe, and just staying until his own friends and sister find him.” She reached behind her to pat Danny on the arm. “This is my actual fully human brother. Hence why I call him Danny, and the other guy Phantom.”

“Ah.” Valerie nodded, but the crease remained. “I… see. I thought you were just, I dunno. Trying to separate the two halves with their own names, or something. So you wouldn’t slip up and call him Danny while he was a ghost.”

“I mean, that’s almost the truth,” Danny pointed out, lips quirking up into a smile. “Anyway, I should go help Sam and Tucker prep the weapons for your classmates. Jazz, you go find Phantom and come join us before we actually leave, okay? The promise of teaming up with Amity’s actual protectors will help convince them.”

“I’ll get going too, then.” Valerie pushed off of the railing, then paused, realizing what she’d said. “I mean, um. I…”

Jazz clicked her tongue. “You need practice with lying on the spot, Val. She’s the Red Huntress, Danny.”

“The human hunter with the hoverboard?” he guessed, then nodded at her. “Yeah, that’d be good. You can take lead, since you’re probably the best fighter among the humans. I’ll have Tucker go down to deactivate the shield, and Sam and I can help cover him.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Valerie nodded back, the tension in her shoulders ebbing a little. “Just…”

“I’ll keep your secret, no worries,” Danny assured her. “Unless you leak Jazz’ secret and get her hurt as a result, but that’s just fair turnabout.”

Valerie snorted. “Yeah, I think I’d deserve whatever shit I get if that ever happens. Where are we meeting?”

“Up top.” Danny raised a finger to point above them. “The Ops Center can turn into a blimp, that’s what we’ll use to get to the ship.”

“Gotcha.” Valerie nodded, once. “See you in a min, Danny, Jazz.”

They watched as Valerie made her way down the stairs, sneaking through the front door unnoticed.

“I’d better get going too.” Jazz pushed herself off of the railing. “See you upstairs.”

“Yeah, see you in a minute.” Danny turned back to head down the stairs as well, while Jazz went to her room. The moment the door closed behind her she shifted to her ghost form, invisibly phasing out through the wall.

She intercepted Phantom on his way to the house, dropping her invisibility.

“Oh, Jazz,” he said, seemingly surprised. “What are you doing outside?”

“We’re meeting the teen ghost hunters upstairs,” she explained with a shrug. “Danny, Sam, and Tucker are leading my classmates for now, but Val is gonna show up and take lead during the actual attack. They’ll probably explain the whole plan for the class in a minute, when we’re all there.”

He nodded. “Gotcha. To the Ops Center, then?”

“Let’s.”

They flew up to the Ops Center quickly, but paused right outside it. Valerie, completely suited up and standing on her hoverboard, was already there.

Whoops. Nobody told her how to get in.

“There’s a door on the top,” Jazz pointed out. “Sorry.”

Valerie stared at Phantom for a moment longer before nodding. “Yeah, alright. See you inside.”

The huntress flew over to the roof, her hoverboard retracting into the soles of her shoes so she could land. She found the hatch, opened it, and dropped through.

After a beat or two, Phantom nudged her. “Let’s go.”

Jazz nodded back, and they both phased through the center’s metal walls.

The inside of the Ops Center was crowded, but surprisingly quiet. A hush must’ve fallen when Valerie had come in, and they quietened down entirely when she and Phantom came in.

Valerie hovered at the front—had apparently re-engaged her hoverboard after coming in—with Danny, Sam, and Tucker right with her. Jazz flew over there as well, Phantom right beside her.

“Wow, what a team!” Danny said, a cheeky grin on his face. “Do you see that, guys? Looks like we’re gonna show those stupid ghosts what Amity Park can really do!”

Phantom quirked an eyebrow at the speech, his spectral tail lashing lazily. “Do you have a plan? Specter and I would love to help, but we can’t, not unless you guys take the shield down.”

“As a matter of fact, we do!” Danny waved a hand, and Sam and Tucker rolled forward a whiteboard. On it were crude drawings of the ghosts’ ship and the Ops Center, but nothing else was filled in yet.

“Because of the shield, us humans will be taking lead in the fight.” He tapped a marker against the drawing of the Ops Center. “We’re in the Emergency Ops Center now, which can turn into a blimp. We’ll use that to fly us to the ship.” He drew an arrow from the Center to the ship.

“Once we’re there, we’ll board them. The Red Huntress,” he gestured over at her, “will lead our main assault. They will fight primarily against the grunts, since the ringleaders probably won’t step up that soon. With their attention drawn, the three of us,” he gestured at Sam, Tucker, and himself, “will split off. Tucker is our tech-master, and he can disable the ghost shield. Sam and I will cover him.”

Danny erased the green circle around the ship with his thumb. “With the shield down, Specter and Phantom are free to join us. The two of them, together with the Red Huntress, will take on the leaders, who will probably come involve themselves by then. The rest of us will take out the remaining minions, then join the fight against… what were their names?”

“Ember and Youngblood,” Jazz answered him.

“Right. The rest of us will join the fight against Ember and Youngblood, helping however we can without outright endangering ourselves. These three,” he gestured at her, Phantom, and Valerie, “are all packing capture devices. They’ll be in charge of catching the enemy ghosts. Once we’re all clear, we’ll take the ship down carefully. Unfortunately, as you might’ve noticed,” he gestured around them, “the Ops Center is too small to take everyone back safely, so that’s what we’ll have to do. Any questions?”

He looked over the crowd of teenagers, but no one spoke up. “Good. In that case, come forward to grab weapons from me, Sam, and Tucker. Phantom, Specter, you’re free to wait outside, since you won’t be in here for the fight anyway. Red… feel free to grab extra weapons if you want.”

“I’m good,” Val muttered, her voice quiet. Probably trying not to get overheard by her classmates.

“We’ll be outside, then,” Phantom told Danny, then nodded at her. They phased outside, landing on a nearby rooftop.

The pirate ship hovered high above them, an unnatural green in the overcast skies. The shield around it reflected oddly in the windows around them.

“This fight is gonna be a breeze,” Phantom said airily, hands behind his head.

“Yeah?” She turned to look at him, cocking her head. “You sound confident.”

He snorted. “I managed without too much trouble. Now I’m more powerful, and backed up by both you and Valerie.”

“And a small army of my classmates.”

“And a small army of your classmates, yes,” Phantom corrected with a laugh. “Seriously, Ember and Youngblood don’t know what they’ve got coming.

Jazz watched him smile, and it felt like a knot loosened in her chest. It was good, to see Phantom smile like that. Confident, powerful, at ease.

They had this fight won before it even started, really.

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #phanfic #phanfiction #dp fanfiction #phic #danny fenton #jazz fenton #jazz phantom #halfa jazz au #jack fenton #maddie fenton #dark writes #absurdism #valerie really burrowed her way into this fic #really dont know what i wouldve done without her tbh #this phic changed so much from the original planning and im so glad for it

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gem-quest · 5 years

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[ SIDEQUEST 01. — I N F E R N A & N E D D Y ]

taglist: @ayzrules @bebemoon @interluxetumbra @now-on-elissastillstands @pulltheskydown @atimefordragons @armadasneon

aka: how Neddy & Inferna meet! tl;dr neddy saves inferna’s stupid ass, and inferna loves one (1) dragon who is the goodest boi ever <3

After beating Level 35 - ‘Enchanted Forest and Faerie Court’ - Inferna was pooped; dealing with stupid annoying riddles was, well, stupid. She would have rather just fought the faerie queen lady, no matter how powerful she was supposed to be, and then fucked off.

I could have totally 360 no scope’d her, she thought, a bit bitterly.

But faeries reminded her of an easier level; Finvarra’s Gardens, all the way back in Level Ten. Just the thought of all the food she’d seen the first time she passed through made her mouth water. So, Inferna pulled an ictuium potion out of her inventory, and the next thing she knew, she was surrounded by the blue skies and dancing faeries of the level.

She followed her nose to the feast table, and if Gem Quest was an anime, Inferna’s eyes would have turned into a pair of massive hearts. There were glazed hams and candied figs and dainty little sweetmeats; honeyed wine and fruit tarts and a pig with an apple in its mouth. But one thing, and one thing only, would grab Inferna’s attention anytime, anywhere: pastries.

Inferna gravitated towards the sugary confections, eyeing the sweet treats. She reached out to grab one, already able to taste the chocolatey filling melting over her tongue...

“Hey, what the fu-” Inferna muttered as another player - Moonstone, apparently - came out of nowhere and smacked her hand.

“Bad idea,” she said.

She jerked her lilac head down the table to the end, where a group of fae NPCs were watching them with intense interest. “If you Partake, they get to keep you.”

Infera looked up, noting the girl’s pale purple hair (it was gorj), before her gaze flitted back towards the NPCs. “Oh.” Inferna frowned. “I don’t remember that from the last time I came through. Has that always been a thing?”

The other girl smiled. “Er, yeah. It’s been a thing for a while- Sorry, you’ve been through this level before and...you came back for-” she paused, looked down, and then looked back up “-sweets? That’s a new one.”

Inferna shrugged. “Uh, yeah, there’s no fucking way I would have come back to this level otherwise,” she mused out loud, glaring at the NPCs. “The Finvarra guy is annoying. Honestly, all the NPCs in this game are either annoying, assholes, or both.”

She flicked her gaze back towards the purple-haired Moonstone player. “What about you?” she asked, curious. “Why are you hanging out around here? Is something fun going to happen?”

“No- I’m just camping here. For now.” Neddy smiled again, and stuck her hand out. “I’m Enthroned, by the way. But people call me ‘Neddy’. Less pretentious.”

Inferna smiled back at her. “Cool name,” she said, taking her hand and shaking it. “Both of them.”

She paused, and flipped her red hair over her shoulder. “I’m Inferna. I tried to name myself Iroh, but someone had already taken the name. You know, after the uncle dude in ATLA?”

Neddy seemed...confused, and her brows creased. “What’s-?” she cut herself off as a shadow passed over the feast. There’s a black dragon flying overhead, but it doesn’t take long for it to disappear from sight.

When Neddy looks back down, she’s grinning. “You want to come meet a friend of mine?”

Inferna raised an eyebrow, following Neddy’s gaze skyward, and nodded. “Sure,” she agreed. “What’re they like?”

Neddy started off in....some direction. Inferna couldn’t tell, but she was willing to trust her - she was horrible with directions. “Tall, dark and handsome,” replied Neddy.

“Really,” Inferna said. “Tall, dark, and handsome in the creepy male movie love-interest-slash-stalker way? Not my type at all. I mean, movie Edward Cullen just looks like a white, uglier version of Kris Wu with that dirty blond-ish colored hair.”

Neddy laughed. “Don’t be so sure. I think you’ll like this one.”

Inferna gave her a skeptical look, but continued following Neddy, until they reached what looked like a treehouse, made out of leaves and branches. “Whoa,” she said, impressed. “Did you make that yourself? That’s so cool; I can’t do jackshit when it comes to, like, arts and crafts. Or building stuff in general.”

“Well, I had a little help bending these thicker branches, but-” Neddy put her hands on her hips, beaming. “-yeah, it was quite the undertaking. One has need of home and hearth, after all, even in virtual reality.”

Inferna whistled softly. “Still, it’s super impressive,” she said, admiring the treehouse-ish shelter for a moment longer. “I just steal money from other people so I can have, you know, AC. And running water.” She wrinkled her nose. “The freshmen dorms at my school are like, janky as fuck. Is it even legal to force people to live in places with no AC, when it can get up to 100 degrees in the summer? Anyway, after a year of that, I’m never going without AC again. Ever.”

“So, where’s this friend of yours?” she asked, scanning the area around them.

Neddy blinked. “Oh, right- I guess he’s lollygagging. But I’m sure he’ll be along any second.” She gestured towards the tree house with her thumb. “Do you want to come inside until he gets here?”

Inferna shrugged, though she was a bit suspicious - did Neddy always just randomly invite people into her house? “Sure, I guess,” trying to sound as nonchalant as she could.

Neddy smiled and turned to head up the twiggy ladder, but she paused as the same shadow from the feast slipped over them. She looked over her shoulder at Inferna and pointed upwards. “He’s back!”

Inferna, for her part, was shaken out of her thoughts by Neddy’s excited exclamation. “Huh?” she said, then looked up, as Neddy directed.

She watched as a jet black dragon circled a couple of times before landing lithely in the cleared area outside of the treehouse. Inferna froze, but Neddy went over to put her arms around the creature the same way someone might hug the family dog. Finally, she looked back over at Inferna, one hand still rested on the dragon’s snout.

Inferna’s eyes widened. “Shit, you have a dragon?” she asked, her own wariness forgotten as she watched the black dragon circle above and then land in front of them. Inferna stayed where she was by the tree as Neddy threw her arms around the dragon’s neck.

“I told you he was handsome.”

She nodded, slowly. “He is,” she agreed, smiling despite herself. “What’s his name?”

“Jack.” Neddy gave Jack a fond look. “I know he looks villainous, but he has the kindest heart of anyone I’ve come across in this entire game.”

“Awww, what a good boy,” Inferna said, taking a few steps closer. A thought occurred to her. “What kind of food does he like?” she asked, mentally rifling through her inventory. “Does he like spicy things?”

“He likes everything. Sugar cubes, especially,” Neddy said with a snort.

Inferna’s eyes lit up. “Oh, perfect!” she exclaimed. “I steal those from the Tearoom all the time. Well, not really ‘stealing’ if they’re just laying around on the tables for people to take, I guess, but what is that NPC who runs it going to do? Tell me I can’t bring Tupperware into the place?”

As she rambled, Inferna popped open her inventory on her player-plexus and selected the sugar cubes. “If I throw one to him, will he catch it?” she asked, beaming at Neddy.

Neddy considered Jack, thoughtfully. “I don’t know. Worth a try.”

Inferna grinned and clapped her hands. “Okay, here goes,” she said, then gently tossed a sugar cube in Jack’s direction.

Inferna’s grin widened, and she let out an excited squeak as Jack snatched the sugar cube right out of the air - a thoroughly good boi. Neddy giggled. “I’ve never tried that with him before.”

“Really?” she asked, tossing another cube in Jack’s direction. “He’s so cute!!!” Jack snorted a plume of noxiousness, as if to say that he was in agreement with Inferna.

She frowned, thoughtful. “You think he’d like hot sauce?” she wondered out loud, pulling out one of her tiny bottles of Inferna Sauce. “I made this myself, because the food is way too bland in this game. Is it okay if I give him some?”

Neddy gestured that Inferna should have at it, and Inferna beamed at her, again, then dunked the bottle of Inferna Sauce onto the sugar cube and tossed it at Jack. Once again, the dragon snapped the treat out of the air. However, this time, Jack’s serpent-y tail swished back and forth afterward- he was clearly a big fan of the improved sugar cube.

“Wow. Guess he likes it. If you keep those coming, I bet he’ll let you have a ride,” said Neddy.

“He’ll let me ride him?” Inferna asked, clapping her hands. “I’ve never ridden a dragon before. Awww, but he’s such a good boy!” And she tossed him another sugar cube covered with Inferna Sauce, cooing at Jack in delight as he swished his tail around.

“What do you think, Cha?” Neddy and Jack shared a look. Inferna watched, intrigued, as the dragon dipped his head- up and down again- almost like nodding. Neddy nodded back before looking over at Inferna. “He’s ready when you are, Inferna.”

“Alright,” she agreed happily, skipping over to Jack. She glanced at Neddy. “How does this work? Do I just get on and hold on to something?”

“Exactly. Hold onto one of those collars.” Neddy gave her a boost onto Jack’s back and indicated the lowest collar studded with clusters of rubies as a hand-hold. “I’ve almost fallen loads of times, but he always catches me, so don’t worry about that. Just hang on as tightly as you can. And take off anything that might fly off of you because he goes really fast. I had a circlet whipped off my head once- it was a really pretty one too.”

Inferna settled comfortably atop Jack’s back, grabbing onto the collar that Neddy pointed her towards. She nodded, taking in Neddy’s advice. “Aw, that sucks,” she said, tying her own hair into a ponytail so that it would be out of her face. “The one good thing about this game is the accessories. I mean, shit, where am I going to get boots like this in the real world?” And she indicated downwards to the black leather boots she was wearing, with a matching leather snake wrapped around one of her calves.

Neddy nodded approvingly. “Those are dope.”

Inferna smiled her thanks. “Okay,” she said, making sure that she was holding on tight. “I think I’m ready to go. Is there something I’m supposed to say to get him to fly?”

“I just say ‘let’s go’. Usually does the trick.”

Inferna gave her a crooked grin. “Sounds good,” she said. “Let’s go?”

Jack took off, and Inferna held on as tight as she could, letting out a loud “Wahoooooo!!!” as he swept up into the sky.

All at once, the wind began rushing past her as they flew up into the clouds, and Inferna was very glad that she’d tied her hair back beforehand. She let out another exhilarated yelp as Jack spun them upside down then right-side up again, giggling at the sheer fun of it all.

Inferna guessed it had been about ten minutes - ten minutes of loop-de-loops and dizzying turns and thrilling dives that made her head spin every which way - when Jack began flying back towards the ground, landing in front of Neddy’s treehouse shelter.

“Holy fucking shit!” she shrieked, letting go of Jack’s collar to clap her hands. “That was by far the best thing I’ve ever done!!!”

Neddy applauded. “He was really showing off for you up there. Lots of fancy maneuvers.”

Inferna gave Neddy a curious look. “Really?” she asked, hopping off of Jack’s back so that she could lean up and kiss him on the snout. “You’re such a good boy,” she cooed, digging out another sugar cube and topping it off with Inferna Sauce. “Here!” And she tossed the sugar cube up into the air for Jack to eat.

Jack caught the morsel, emitting a gentle noise. Inferna stayed to play with Jack, and as night fell, Neddy invited Inferna to stay the night. Inferna agreed, of course - who didn’t love sleepovers?

In the morning, Inferna woke up because she was hungry, and groaned. She was still way too tired, so she tried to fall back asleep (her player-plexus said that it was 6:30 AM in-game, and Inferna found that she stayed up till 6 AM more easily than she got up at that time), but no luck.

After about an hour, Inferna gave up. She left Neddy a message via the messaging function on the player-plexus - hey neddy wassup, i’m gonna bounce bc i need some food, but it was fun meeting you and jack and ill see you around!! <3 :***** - and then climbed down out of Neddy’s shelter, waving goodbye to Jack as she pulled out an ictuium potion, headed for the Tearoom.

#writing #inferna story #sq1 #gardens of finvarra #neddy #selah #inferna #vicky #S/O FANFAN FOR COLLABING W MEEEEEEEEEE

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eadanga · 5 years

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Work, Love, and Desire Part 7 (NSFW)

Author Note: This series is for @indiacater one of winners of my 300 followers giveaway. Hope you enjoy it and thanks for participating

Chris sat on the bench as he splashed water on his face. He let out a sigh and looked up at the sky Man it sure is hot today

Lucas sat next to him breathing heavily “Hey man nice play out there”

“Thanks”

“You think were ready for the game?”

“We got a good team how can we not be ready?”

“That’s true” Lucas hands Chris a towel “We are heading to the Superbowl”

Chris wipes his face “Don’t get too cocky you never know what could happen”

“I’m just staying positive this could be the win we need I can feel it”

Chris chuckles and rolls his eyes

“Chris you got a phone call”

Chris turns and sees Jack with his phone “Thanks…wait why are you holding my phone?”

“It fell out of your bag”

“Uh huh sure it did” Chris snatches the phone out of his hand and walks out

“Did you find out anything?”

Jack shakes his head “No he got a phone call before I got a chance to look

“Ok let’s switch tactics”

****

Chris walks under the bleachers and answers “Hello?”

“Chris how are you?”

“Hey mom I’m fine what’s up?”

“Well I have a few days off from work and I thought I come down to come and see you”

“That’s great when are you coming?”

“My flight lands tonight does that work for you”

“Tonight is fine”

“Great and I can’t wait to meet the girl you’ve been going on about”

Chris smiles “I’m sure she would like to meet you too”

“See you tonight”

“Ok bye”

Chris smiles then he sends a text

Hey beautiful my mom is dropping by in the evening hope you don’t mind

Really? I’d love to meet your mom. She must be so amazing because she raised a wonderful son

Don’t say that in front of her or she might bring out embarrassing stories

Then I’m definitely saying it

Chris chuckles

Oh you’re trouble. But we’ve got some time to ourselves before she comes want to come over to my place

Sure I’ll be right over

Chris smiles and goes to grabs his stuff. Lucas taps him on the shoulder “So you want to hang out tonight?”

“I can’t I gotta get my mom from the airport”

Jack crosses his arms “Really?”

“Yeah see you later”

Chris swings his bag over his shoulder and walks out the stadium. He heads to his apartment and changes out of his sweaty clothes. He hears the doorbell ring and he rushes to got answer it. Chris grins “Hello gorgeous”

MC smiles “Hi handsome” MC kisses his softly on the lips and looks around his apartment “Nice place you got here”

Chris closes the door “Thanks can I get you something to drink?”

“Yeah” MC takes a seat on the couch as Chris brings over two glass of wine “Thanks I’ll need this after the day I had”

“What happened?”

“I was paired up in a shoot with a real arrogant model. He kept asking me out on a date and no matter how many times I told him I had a boyfriend he wouldn’t no for an answer”

Chris clenches his jaw “Next time he bothers you tell me so I can punch him”

“You don’t need to do that Chris”

“Why?”

MC smirks “Because I already did”

“You didn’t…”

MC laughs “Yeah knocked him right out his nose was bleeding”

Chris bursts out laughing “What happened after that?”

“He cursed up storm and told me he was gonna sue. But a friend of mine recorded the whole thing so I told him if he tried anything I was posting the video and he ran off”

Chris raises an eyebrow in amusement “Blackmail? Didn’t know you could play dirty”

“Sometimes you have get your hands a little dirty”

“Good thing he got the message” Chris sets down the drinks and wraps his arms around her pulling her closer “You’re mine my girl” He trails kisses up and down her neck

MC giggles then straddles his lap. Chris grins as she kisses him deeply. Chris cups her cheek and runs his fingers through her hair. She sighs as he trails kisses down her neck. He nuzzles her face and whispers “Do you want this?”

MC nods “Yes”

Chris closes his eyes and smiles. Then he lifts her up and carries her to the bedroom. He gently sets her on the bed and climbs on top of her. MC blushes furiously as she meets his heated gaze his eyes sparkling as they look deep into hers. Chris kisses her deeply he moves from her lips to her neck and down collarbone.

He sits her up and lifts her shirt over her head. He unclasps her bra as they resume their kissing. He lays her back down and pulls off his shirt. MC runs her hands up his chest “Wow…”

“Like what you see?”

“Yeah”

“So do I” He kisses her deeply and moves down to her breast. He slowly sucks on her nipples causing her to moan. He unbuckles her jeans and pulls them along with her underwear down before removing his own.

MC shudders as Chris runs his fingers up her thighs “God you are so sexy” Chris continues his way up till he reached her wet folds “Wow baby you’re so wet” He sticks his fingers in and pumps his fingers in and out.

MC moans as she arches off the bed. She comes as Chris pulls his fingers away. He slowly thrusts into her as she wraps her arms around him pulling her closer. Her cries of pleasure get louder as he thrust faster

“Chris yes!”

“MC…” He growls “Fuck you’re driving me crazy”

He feels her walls tighten he kisses her deeply as she comes. He continues to thrust till he finds his release. His body shudders as he lays his head on her chest breathing heavily. After a moment he pulls out of her and wraps her in his arms

He looks up at her and smiles “That was amazing baby”

MC grins as she kisses him deeply. She smiles as she pulls away “Yeah I really enjoyed it”

Chris smiles and kisses her forehead “I’m enjoying having you in my arms can you spend the night?”

“Sure but we have to go to my apartment to get some stuff”

“Not a problem” Chris pulls her closer and tightens his arms around her as they drift off to sleep

****

Chris awakens to the sound of his phone ringing. He grumbles and blindly reaches for his phone “Hello?”

“Chris I just landed getting my suitcase now”

“Ok I’ll be right there”

Chris turns back to MC who is still asleep. He smiles and softly kisses her. She stirs but doesn’t wake up Chris gently shakes her and whispers “MC…”

She doesn’t open her eyes but Chris knew she was awake “Hmm?”

“My mom just landed”

MC opens her eyes and smiles “Really?”

“Yeah let’s go pick her up”

MC sits up “No you go Chris I’ll be here making you two a meal”

“You don’t have to do that”

“But I want to!” MC jumps out of bed and gathers her clothes “Now hurry don’t keep your mom waiting” She smirks “You don’t want her to get the belt”

Chris rolls his eyes and hurls a pillow at her which she dodges as she laughs “You sure you’re a football player? Cause you have bad aim”

“Oh really?” Chris smirks and pulls her down on the bed then pins her down and tickles her

MC laughs “Chris!”

“Who’s has bad aim now?”

“Ok you win”

Chris rests his forehead against hers smirking “I love hearing those words”

MC rolls her eyes and playfully sticks out her tongue. Chris chuckles and grabs her hands and lifts off the bed “Come on baby let’s get dressed”

They both get dressed and Chris drives off to the airport. He immediately spots his mom and stops in front of her. He grins as he gets out the car “Mom!”

“Chris!” She pulls him into a hug “How are you dear?”

“I’m fine mom let me get your bags” Chris grabs her suitcase and puts in the trunk. They both get in the car and they drive to his apartment. Chris unlocks the door to his apartment and is overwhelmed by the smell of food

“Chris what is that smell? It’s amazing”

“Probably MC she wanted to cook for us”

Chris spots MC in the kitchen “MC”

She doesn’t respond and Chris chuckles noticing the earphones in her ear. He walks over to her and taps her on the shoulder.

She turns around taking the earphones out “Hey Chris”

“Hey” He kisses her softly “Everything smells good”

“Thanks” She turns to Chris’s mom “Hi you must be Mrs. Powell” She shakes her hand “I’m MC”

“Nice to meet you and please call me Barb dear”

“Ok Barb I hope you like what I made”

Barb smiles as she sits at the table “I like you you’re so much better than Nicole”

“You’ve met Nicole?”

Chris sighs “Yeah it was horrible”

“What happened?”

Barb takes a sip of her drink “Well I was walking down the hallway to the apartment and I could hear them arguing. When I got there Chris answered the door and I walked in and I introduced myself to her and she scoffed and walked out”

“Wow…”

“I still wonder why you dated her Chris”

MC turns to him “I question it too”

“Can we just stop talking about my ex please?”

MC and Bard laugh as they eat and talk laughing over dinner. As Chris goes to wash the dishes Barb pulls MC to the side “I wanna get to know you better you wanna go shopping with me tomorrow?”

“Sure sounds like fun”

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#the junior #Chris Powell #choices #choices fan fiction #choices tf/ts #tf/ts/tj/ts #The Freshman #choices the senior #the senior #The Sophmore #Christopher Powell #chris x mc #chris fanfiction

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blueboxesandtrafficcones · 6 years

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Second Chance at Forever - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 of this year’s entry for the @dwsecretsanta, my present to @wordsintimeandspace! Beta’d by the always-kind @stupidsatsuma

@doctorroseprompts and @timepetalscollective as an AU fic

General warnings for: alcohol use, cursing, discussions of sexual activities

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Summary

Once upon a time, a boy and girl met at a bar and fell in love - until he ghosted her.

Five years later Rose Tyler’s best friend Mickey is getting married, and arranges a dinner for her to meet the groomsman she’ll be walking with - unaware that the two already know each other.

John Noble’s not sure how his friend and mentee managed to connive with the Universe to bring the One Who Got Away back into his life; all he knows it carefully built and maintained walls are crashing to the ground with no warning.

Rose stalked down the street towards the Tube station, half-dragging Tony along as she fumed. Thankfully, he was so caught up in the ‘fancy grown up dinner’ and recapping the entire meal for her even though she’d been there that he didn’t notice when she ignored him, lost in her thoughts and anger.

That bastard.

Who did he think he was, showing up in her life after five years of radio silence? To think he could talk to her. Talk about what? It was far too late for his excuses or justifications. If he wanted to talk, he should’ve returned her calls or texts. How hard was it to say ‘this isn’t working for me, leave me alone’? Sure, she might’ve been devastated, a little heartbroken and confused, but she could’ve dealt. It was being ignored, left hanging in the breeze, that angered her.

I deserved better, she thought fiercely, knowing it was true. I deserved respect, not to be tossed away like, like… a used plaything. I deserved better.

“Rosie, this is our stop,” Tony broke through her fog, tugging her to a halt. Looking up at the sign she realized it was, before sighing.

Be angry later. Take care of Tony now. “Good catch, little man. Let’s go.” They made their way down the steps and onto the train, and for the rest of the trip home she made more of an effort to interact with him instead of letting John ruin her night with her brother.

There were only three men in the world who deserved her time and energy, and John was not one of them.

Not anymore.

Finally slowing to a stop, John took in his surroundings properly for the first time in over twenty minutes. With a jolt he recognized the location, quickly finding the door he must have subconsciously been aiming for all along.

Ringing in the bell, he started talking as soon as the door opened. “I’m in trouble.” Looking up when he got no response, he realized that rather than his best friend, it was his partner standing before him, looking immaculate in a three-piece suit and rather amused.

“I sure hope Jack’s not the father, that would make our friendship rather awkward,” Ianto drawled, stepping back and letting him in, guiding him towards the sitting room just off the hall.

It was too close to the truth, and John just barked out a laugh. “Sorry. Is Jack around?”

“I’ll get him, and a cuppa while you wait. Or would you rather coffee?”

John sank into a plush armchair by the empty fireplace and rubbed his eyes, drained. “I think it might be more of a scotch conversation, but thanks.”

“Two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” Ianto disappeared back into the hall, and left alone with his thoughts, John leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he tried to order his swirling thoughts.

“Doc? Everything all right?” Jack hurried into the room, dropping into the other armchair as his boyfriend settled the silver serving tray on the little table between them.

“Not really.” John eased his eyes open, staring at his friend. “I think I’ve fucked up.”

“What’s going on? Yan said you were in trouble?” Jack leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he stared intensely at him, no trace of his usual playfulness or humor. “Tell me.”

“I saw Rose.”

Jack’s sharp inhale said he still remembered her. “Where? How? When? What did you do?”

“I had that dinner tonight, with Martha and her boyfriend, remember?” Jack nodded. “She’s the bridesmaid they want me to walk with in the wedding.”

“Wow.” Jack’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t seem to grasp the situation. “How is that you fucking up, though? Did you say something inappropriate? Do Martha and what’s-his-face know about your history together?”

John shook his head, nausea rolling through his stomach as he prepared to face it out loud. “Jack…”

“What?”

“She’s got a kid.”

After a moment his friend’s eyes widened, mouth dropping. “And you think…”

“He’s the right age,” John said miserably, “with red hair, like Donna.”

“You met him?”

“She brought him to dinner. And every time I looked at him, she got weird and tense about it. And when I tried to talk to her as we were leaving, she ignored me.” He hung his head in his hands, nerves and guilt roiling in his stomach.

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

John looked up at the sound of cut crystal moving against each other to find Jack opening the decanter and pouring scotch into the empty tea cups.

“I don’t think a hot toddy’s enough for this conversation,” Jack flashed him a grin. “Don’t tell Yan.”

He accepted the mug full of scotch with shaking hands, taking a fortifying sip. “What do I do?”

“Are you sure the kid’s yours?”

John considered that, staring into the empty fireplace without seeing it, trying to replay the dinner. “I mean, I guess not, but… she was so weird about it, you know? Tense.”

“Did he look like you?”

“Not really… redhead like Donna, but he mostly looked like her. Rose.”

“What’re you going to do?”

Shrugging miserably, John made a helpless gesture. “What can I do?”

“You need to talk to her, man.”

“I tried, she shut me down!”

“Do you still have her number?”

He didn’t reply.

“John? Do you?”

Sighing softly, he nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then call her, try to arrange a meeting.”

“I will.”

Jack let the silence hang there until John looked up, finding himself being watched expectantly. “What, now?”

“Yes, now. I want to make sure you do it.”

Grumbling, he nonetheless pulled out his mobile, scrolling to her name and hovering over the ‘call’ button, still unsure. “What if she hangs up on me?”

“Just dial.”

Biting his lip and closing his eyes, he connected the call, raising it to his ear.

“Speakerphone,” Jack hissed, though both of their faces fell when a recording stated the line was no longer in service.

“Fuck.”

“D’you know where she lived?” his friend suggested hopefully, but John just shook his head.

“No- we were only ever at mine, or we met somewhere.”

“How long were you and this girl together?”

John rubbed his hand over the top of his head, sighing. “Ten days.”

“Ten days, five years ago,” Jack mused. “Once is all it takes. Did you wear a condom?”

“Of course I did,” John snapped, looking up at him. “And she was on the pill. But it can happen.”

“See if you can get her number from Martha, then. Or her address.”

“And say what?” he scoffed, pocketing his mobile again. “I don’t want her to know – not yet. What would she think of me?”

Jack let that hang heavily between them for long minutes before finally asking, “What if it’s true?”

“What?”

“What’re you going to do if he’s your kid?” he expanded, leaning back and crossing his arms. “What if he is? What if she doesn’t want him to have anything to do with you?”

The possibilities were too horrible to consider. “I’ll deal with that when I know for sure. But first, I need to know.”

“When will you see her again?”

“What?”

“For the love of- you’re both in the wedding party, yeah? I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t asked, but aren’t there more events coming up? Parties, rehearsals, that sort of thing?”

“There’s an engagement party in a few weeks,” John said slowly, thinking it through. “I could try to talk to her then, if she goes.”

“That’s the spirit!”

After finally getting Tony to bed, Rose collapsed on her couch in front of the telly, flicking through the channels without seeing the programs, mind racing.

Why did the universe decide to throw them together again? What did she do to deserve this? She was happy, damn it, had moved on with her life. She had a good job, nice friends. Her parents, Tony. A roof over her head. She went out on dates, occasionally.

She was satisfied with her life, even if she wasn’t being… satisfied. Which just reminded her of how good he’d been at that, and grabbing one of the throw pillows, screamed into it in frustration.

And to think, he’d had the audacity to want to speak with her. Why? What could he possibly think he could say that could make up for the last five years?

She’d been falling for him. Two short weeks and she’d been arse over teakettle, until he stood her up for a date. She’d called, texted, even stopped by his flat – only to be soundly ignored. Radio silence.

After a week she got the message, deleting his number in a fit of rage before changing her own. By the first of the next month, she’d changed her entire life; new number, new job, new hair color. New Rose.

Same broken heart.

Her mobile rang then, and she didn’t bother to check the caller ID before answering. “What?”

“So, what the hell was that?” Mickey asked pleasantly, and Rose groaned, sinking deeper into the couch.

“Sorry, think you’ve got the wrong number.”

“Rose.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about.”

“What was with the weird vibe between you and John all night?”

“There wasn’t a vibe,” she denied, falling sideways and stretching out.

“The whole point of dinner was for you to get to know each other, yet you pretty much ignored him. Which was impressive, considering he never took his eyes off you.”

“Maybe he recognized me,” Rose suggested, folding an arm behind her head and tucking her mobile into the crook of her elbow, letting it rest there.

“Yeah, but not as the Vitex heiress. Was more personal than that.”

She stayed silent, listening to the breathing on the other end of the line. Sometimes it sucked to have a best friend who knew her so well. Then she thought of the other girls she was ‘friends’ with, the other high society heiresses, and knew she was lucky to have someone like Mickey in her corner. Even if occasionally it was a pain. “Listen, I don’t want to talk about it, but it’s not a problem, yeah? Promise not to make trouble – your big day’s too important to me for that.”

“Oh, that’s reassuring,” Mickey snarked. “Big weight off my chest. Seriously, if you want or need to talk…”

Rose let him trail off.

“Fine. Do what you want. But, please- don’t ruin this for me.”

“I’ll do my best not to.”

“Good enough – for now. Right, gotta go. Love you babe.”

“Love you too.”

The call ended, and now she was faced with a different problem – figuring out how to keep her word.

Mickey ended the call, frowning.

“So what did she say?” Martha asked, setting the mugs on the coffee table in favor of curling up in her fiancé’s arms.

“Denies everything, of course, then promises it won’t be an issue – meaning it’s not nothing. They definitely know each other.”

“I wonder how,” she mused, handing him his cuppa. “How would they have crossed paths?”

Mickey shrugged one shoulder carefully, lest he disturb her. “Dunno. Some charity event, maybe?”

“Like a fundraiser? Nah, that’s not his thing. Volunteering, or actually doing something to help, maybe. Wonder what went wrong.”

“You could always just call the Doc and ask,” he pointed out, making her scoff.

“Absolutely not. He’d probably head for the hills. No, we need to figure this out together.”

“How?”

Martha bit her lip, staring off into space as she thought. “We should set them up. You know, like a blind date or something? Then spy.”

“Rose won’t go for it,” he predicted. “She’ll figure out that’s the plan in a second, if it comes from us.”

“Well, what’s your idea?”

Mickey shook his head, looking around in hopes of inspiration. His gaze landed on a picture of him and Rose as kids, and he slowly smiled as it came to him. “It doesn’t come from us.”

“What?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Mickey got excited, realizing it might work. “I’ll get Jackie to set her up, and you have Jack tell him – they may guess it’s coming from us, but they won’t know. Then they’ll go, and see each other, and maybe it’ll get resolved and we won’t have to worry!”

“What if we just make it worse?” Martha worried her thumb over the mug’s handle. “What if they can’t stand each other, and ruin the wedding?”

“Worst comes to worst, we’ll make Leo and Rose walk and stick Shonara with John,” he figured. “Odds are they’ll be fighting by then anyway, and want a break.”

“True.”

“So, we’ll set them up?”

Martha grinned, reaching for her mobile. “I’ll call Jack.”

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emmy-lou-badoo · 6 years

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The Little Angel

Sonny side

Ariel had been working to find her fellow angels, but in her off time she would visit the Winchesters, she found hunting interesting and wanted to know more.

This was one of those times, she had popped in just as the Winchester were headed off on a case. It was at a boys home that Dean was in for a bit as a teen.

The impala pulls into the driveway of the large old victorian home, nestled deep in the country.

Ariel climbs out with her usual smile on her face, Sam and Dean were talking about how Dean never told Sam he was in a boys home. The three walk up to the door, Dean taking the lead as he knows the place, and knocking.

A woman answers the door, she's in a blue dress with a cross necklace hanging down on her breast.

“What can I do for you boys?” She asks folding her arms.

“Hey, I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam and this is our friend Ariel” Dean tells her, “were old buddies of Sonny’s”

“Prison buddies?” The woman asks.

Dean coughs and shakes his head, “you mind telling him we are here”.

“I’ll go get him” She nods us in. She stops and points at our shoes, “I just mopped”

Ariel smiles and kicks off her boots, the brother doing the same.

“So Sonny’s an ex con?” Sam pipes up as they remove their footwear.

“What and we’re such angels?” Dean fires back.

Ariel quirks her brow at the statement and Dean remembers there is an actual angel right beside him. He smiles nervously and holds the door open for her.

They walk in and to their right is a living room, Dean seemed to stare at the room with a fond look. Ariel grinned lopsided, knowing he must be recalling memories from when he was here.

A man with a kind smile and handlebar mustache walks out from an adjoining room to the living room.

“Hey, D-dog” He grinned, Dean sharing the happy expression, embracing the man in a hug.

Sonny releases Dean and sees Sam first Ariel finding herself hidden next to Dean now, “you must be Sam” Sonny shakes his hand.

“Good to meet you” Sam greets

“Back at ya brother” Sonny smiles, then turns back to Dean, seeing the girl who is now visible, “this your wife?” Sonny asks Dean.

Who’s jaw goes slack and looks to Ariel, loss for words, “oh um ha, no don’t got one of those this..this is Ariel...my-Our friend, friend of ours”.

Sonny eyes the boy, biting back a smirk.

“Well in any case, it is a pleasure to meet you Ariel” Sonny gently shakes her hand.

“So” Dean cuts off still feeling the tension that Sonny created when he thought Ariel was Dean’s wife, “the farm looks good”.

“Please man it's barely standing” Sonny shakes his head, “only got a hand full of kids working here now”.

“Why’s that?” Ariel asks genuinely.

“Cause nowadays they would rather incarcerate a boy then redeem him” Sonny explains.

Sam crosses his arms, “Sonny, do you mind if we talk alone” he speaks lowly as the woman who answered the door is just in the other room.

Sonny nods, “Hey Ruth would you please go check on the boys?” Sonny asks her.

She nods and leaves, looking the guests over once more.

“Alright, so what’s happening?” Dean asks getting down to the real business”.

“Well” Sonny begins, “you remember Jack don’t ya?”

Dean nods, “ya, tough old leather neck”.

“Ya” Sonny confirms, “well somehow that rusty old broken down tractor roared to life and ran him over the other night”.

“Maybe it slipped out of park or something?” Sam asked trying to go the rational route first.

Sonny shook his head right away, “couldn’t have” he blows out air, “I never believed any of this stuff you boys are into, but something ain’t right”.

“What you mean” Sam asks again.

“Well, things just..started happening, lights flickering, strange scratching sounds coming from inside the walls, windows and doors slamming” Sonny lists off.

Dean nods, “alright, can you round up the boys well we take a look around”

“Should be no problem” Sonny agrees, going off to do just that.

Dean pauses, “why don’t you take the house, i’ll check out the barn” Dean tells Sammy, leaving Ariel without a job.

“Dean” She says, catching his attention before he gets to the door, “should I go with one of you?”

Dean stutters as he thinks, but Sam speaks first.

“Why don’t you go with Dean, Barn’s bigger than the house”, Sam nods her off towards Dean. Who may or may not still be caught up on the fact that Sonny thought Ariel was his wife. I mean Sam was there too, Ariel could have been Sam’s wife, hell Sonny could have though she was a sister, why did he go for she was Dean’s wife.

Ariel and Dean walk out to the barn in silence, Ariel happy to learn more about hunting, content following Dean and helping when asked or needed.

The barn is dark when Dean pushes open the door, enclosing them in the darkness by shutting the door behind them. The tractor the ran over Jack was right near the doors, chains and other equipment hanging on walls and from the ceiling.

Dean pulls and EMF reader from his coat pocket, as soon as it’s on it lights up.

Ariel ‘hmms’, “let’s hope it’s feeling friendly..and not in a killing mood” she speaks staring at the lit up metor.

Dean looks at her from the corner of his eye, eyebrow raised then turns back looking into the depths of the barn, “where the hell are ya Casper”.

He stuffs the EMF reader back in his jacket and beings walking further into the barn, Ariel confidently hot on his trail.

Only a few steps in and the duo hear a sound. They share a look, neither being able to figure out what it is at first, but as they take a few more steps they identify it as crying.

“Hello” Dean calls out sternly when they reach the back part of the barn.

Ariel swats his arm and Dean jumps unsure why. He sees her looking at a light bulb that's hanging down, swinging. She looks at him and walks over to it, grabbing it and stilling it.

“Hello?” Ariel calls out again, voice softer than Dean’s, the crying sounds like a child, but it could very well be a ghost child.

“Anybody here?” Dean calls after, voice rough, especially in comparison to hers.

They hear and feel the shift in air like something is behind them. Dean and Ariel turn in sync, and standing behind them is a little boy with glasses.

Dean seems tense by the sudden appearance but Ariel smiles widely and kindly.

“Hey kid what are you doing here by yourself?” Dean asks him, suspiciously.

“Fighting monsters” The boy speaks up.

Ariel pulls her lips in tight line, hiding a smile, looking at Dean, cause that is exactly why they are there.

“What kind of monsters?” Dean asks.

“All sorts” The boy holds up the actions figure in his hand, “with Bruce the monster smasher”.

Dean lets out a quick, ‘hmm’ and loosens up, it’s just a kid, “is that a cape?”.

Dean questions, adding on, “that’s a little impractical for smashing monsters”.

The little boy presses a button on the action figure and the doll speaks in a electronic tough voice, “I clobber evil”.

Dean and Ariel chuckle at it, then pause.

“I’m Dean” Dean introduces himself, sticking out his hand for the kid to shake. The kid looks nervous, shrinking away, but shakes Dean’s hand nonetheless, but only holding onto Dean’s fingers.

“Timmy” he tells Dean and Ariel.

Ariel finds herself smiling at the interaction, she loves children.

Dean sucks in a breath, bending down closer to Timmy, “let’s try that again”, he squats down, “your gonna be a man, your gonna learn to shake like a man”.

Dean sticks his hand out again, “so, give me your best kung fu grip”.

Timmy takes Dean’s hand, properly this time.

“Good” Dean encourages, “now look me in the eye, show me you mean business ,and shake as hard as you can”

Timmy does so.

“That’s it” Dean congratulates the boy.

Timmy then looks to Ariel, who he has not met yet.

She squats down beside Dean, “Hello Timmy, my name is Ariel”.

Timmy shakes her hand just like Dean told him too.

“Wow that’s some grip there” she comments on his strength, even though he didn’t actually hurt her, he couldn’t.

“Ya don’t have to be so firm when you meet a lady, but that’s a lesson for another day” Dean adds, mouth turned up in a little lopsided smile.

“Hey, Timmy did you know Jack? he worked here” Ariel asks.

Timmy nods.

“What can you tell us about him?” Dean prompts Timmy.

“He yelled a lot” Timmy tells them, “he was yelling when he had his accident.

“Timmy, were you here when Jack had his accident?” Ariel asks concerned.

“Me and the other boys were playing here when it happened” Timmy says.

“Did you see anything?” Dean asks intrigued if he might have seen the monster they were looking for.

Timmy stays quiet but shakes his head no.

“Is there anything else about that night, anything at all” Dean asks nonchalantly.

Timmy thinks, “it suddenly got cold”

Dean nods licking his lips, thinking about the case, when Timmy speaks again.

“Can I go? I have to finish my chores before Miss Ruth gets mad”

Dean and Ariel let out a similar breathy laugh.

“Well then you better run along, thank you Timmy” Ariel smiles, te boy running off.

Dean and Ariel finish up looking around the barn, but find nothing. They walk out and halfway to the house Ariel stops in her tracks. Dean has to back track,

“What? What’s going on?” Dean asks

“Angel radio,I have to go, some of my siblings need help” Ariel says barely even looking at Dean. She touches his arm and looks at him just before she flutters off, “i’ll be back, I promise”.

Dean is left standing in the yard alone, he blinks a few times, “well ok then”.

Sam got a lead from Ruth that lead him to believe it was a man named Howard, so of course Sam and Dean went and burned the bones that night and headed out the next morning, but it was not over.

The brothers were stopped at a diner, sitting at a table. Dean was trying to check out an old fling when Ariel popped in right beside him.

He jolted, menu falling onto the table. Ariel looked confused at the brothers.

“Why are you here?”

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

“Because the case is closed…” Sam told her.

“No it’s not” Ariel shook her head, “they still need you, Ruth died” Ariel told them causing both brothers to wash over with panic.

“What are you talking about Ariel?” Dean questions, forgetting about the old fling for now.

Before Ariel could tell them about it Dean’s phone rang, it was Sonny. Dean looked at the concerned angel as he answered the phone, and as Sonny told him what she did.

They leave the diner without food and went back to Sonny’s. The cops were just leaving as the impala pulled in. They talked to Sonny and he said he tried to get in but the door wouldn’t open….there are no locks on the doors.

Sam went to look at paperwork, while Dean and Ariel went to talk with the boys.

As Dean and Ariel round the side of the house to the back they find the two older boys cornering Timmy, picking on him.

Dean rushes forward pulling the boys back, “hey HEy, come here, what’s going on?”

“Nothing” one of the older boys try and defend, but Dean doesn't listen.

“What’s going on here Timmy?” Dean asks the little boy.

Timmy doesn't answer, just looks at the ground. Ariel frowns and walks over resting an arm over his shoulder to comfort him.

Dean is very upset, turning back to the older boys, “where were you two this morning when Ruth had her accident?”

“Unless your a cop we don’t need to tell you anything” The tallest boy speaks.

“Oh well ok” Dean fishes in his jean pocket and produces his FBI badge, sticking into the boys faces for them to see, “how about that?”.

The boys cockyness dwindles and the taller one speaks again, “we weren’t even here this morning, Sonny sent us into town to get some chicken feed, I swear”.

Ariel is still protively beside Timmy, as Dean continues to speak with the boys.

“What can you tell me about Ruth?” He asks.

“We call her the warden” the other boys spoke up, “she was a real bible humping hardass”.

“Obviously, what else?” Dean tries to get something useful, “anything different or weird?”

“You mean besides Timmy” The tall one speaks looking over Dean’s shoulder.

Ariel hold Timmy tighter and glares at the boys, reminding herself they are kids she shouldn’t punish them on a smite level.

“Hey!” Dean speaks up, stopping their immature laughter, “either of you touch him again

Ever again, i’m gonna go all guantanamo on you” He looks then dead in the eye, “understand me? Get the hell out of here”.

The older boys run off and Dean turns to Timmy.

“Hey” Dean speaks softer to Timmy. Timmy walks towards Dean, who hands him his Bruce action figure back.

“Listen to me, guys like that they’re cowards, all ya gotta do is stand up to them one time and they stop” Dean tells the young boy.

“Ok” Timmy acknowledges quietly.

Timmy went inside after that, the older boys having started their chores.

Ariel hears the screams and runs, well she may have teleported but she got there before Dean nonetheless.

One of the older boys got his hand nearly cut off by the lawn mower. She was one move away from just healing him, but Dean stopped her.

She sighed and helped the boy the more human way. Wrapping his hand up and waiting for paramedics to come get him.

After the commotion was dealt with Dean and Ariel went inside to see Sam, who was still looking through records.

“That kid was bullying Timmy before the accident right?” Sam asks.

Dean and Ariel nod, both with hard faces.

“Listen to this” Sam hands Dean Timmy’s file, Ariel peaks over his shoulder to glance at it, “Timmy was found in an abandoned building, a year ago by himself, no idea how long he had been there”

“What about his parents?” Ariel asks, there is no way his parents just left a kid like Timmy.

“Posted a picture on the internet, noone showed up”

Dean pulls a face, confused, “then shouldn’t he be in an orphanage?”

“He kept running away” Sam explains.

“Probably ghost possession” Sam throws out a theory.

“So what we shove salt down the kid’s throat?” Dean fires back, “we keep looking,you’re taking the barn this time” Dean points at Sam leaving the room.

Ariel shrugs at the youngest Winchester, lips in a line and she turns out of the room.

Ariel and Dean find themselves downstairs when it starts to get worse.

Timmy appears suddenly, just like in the barn.

“Sorry, I can’t stop it” Then the front door slams and things begin to fly around the room.

“Go go” Dean pushes Ariel towards the other room as plates and other objects fly into walls around them.

They make it to the kitchen and Sam walks in the backdoor but before Sam even realizes the door he just used to enter closes and won’t open.

Dean goes to the cupboards looking for salt, throwing it to Sam.

Timmy comes into the kitchen, looking sad that this is happening, and that is when he tells them. That there was a car accident and his mom saved him from the burning car.

He found his way through the woods to the abandoned building and he cried for his mom, and she came.

Dean figured out that the ghost of Timmy’s mom was attached to the action figure Timmy had. Timmy’s mom tried her best to keep them from getting the doll, fighting them off. But it wasn’t the doll it was Timmy, she was attached to Timmy. The only way to get her to stop was the same way his mom started, but Timmy telling her.

Timmy was the one that got rid of the ghost and saved the farm from anymore accidents.

It was another good case ended, more people saved.

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nadiineross · 6 years

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note: this was gonna be for day 4 but i didnt get it in time so i guess it sucks to suck

Chloe’s hometown was once again in the strange transitional state between summer and fall where the sun still burned brightly in the day but the night air was just a touch above too cold. At sunset, the entirety of town breathed a sigh of relief like how one would upon entering an air-conditioned room after slaving about under the smothering heat all day.

What they got was a pleasantly cool evening, fewer bugs, and the sounds of muted chatter. Townspeople took out their plates and chairs, sitting on their porches and yards to enjoy the reprieve.

The Frazer-Ross household was one of the few who hadn’t taken to the outdoors, though their lovely semi-transparent curtains did present themselves to the town through open windows.

The sliding door leading to the backyard was left open, living room lights swelling past the glittering curtains onto the grass.

Inside, Nadine was placing dishes into the table, carefully straightening out the forks and spoons, and folding a napkin delicately to tuck under a plate. Chloe’s phone was plugged into the speakers, the volume turned low so that Nadine could barely make out the words of the song.

“Chloe,” she called and frowned, glancing quickly over her shoulder at the kitchen.

“Yes, love?” came through the open doorway.

“Louder, please.”

Chloe complied. Billy Joel’s crooning drifted through the walls, around corners, and out into the backyard too. Nadine began to hum along to the music, enjoying the peaceful ambience.

Suddenly, the fairy lights extended over their backyard flickered on. They glowed a soft orange, hung in uneven rows. Those that were in need of a change blinked on and off. Chloe had set it all up herself half a year ago after she had sent Nadine off with an absurdly long grocery list and surprised her with a picnic blanket under it later in the night.

They were both well past forty, been with each other over a decade, and the way they acted with each other, the sweetness of it, sometimes still surprised even Nadine. It wasn’t to say they’d gone soft because she doubted she’d ever know how to do that. They were just in the habit of making each other smile.

As if on cue, the music turned up even more and Nadine’s grin widened.

The table was as neat as it was ever gonna be, so she left it alone, reaching up to undo her hastily scraped updo and pushing the loose curls away from her face.

Perhaps it was the ambience setting the mood, perhaps this was just the kind of person she’d grown to be—she slipped her eyes closed and began to sing softly. When a warm presence hovered behind her, she broke off, eyes blinking open to see the soft glow of their fairy lights. Behind her, Chloe picked up where she left off. She wound one arm around Nadine’s middle and swept Nadine’s hair off one shoulder so she could slot her chin in.

The whole thing was terribly cheesy; even alone, Nadine would have been mortified by the thought of doing this if she were ten years younger.

Slowly, she relaxed into Chloe’s embrace and started again in a hum, eyes closed. Chloe pressed a grin to her neck, a kiss, and sang louder. Neither of them would ever be good enough to go for a professional singing career, but Nadine thought that they sounded pleasant enough for a pair of thieves. At least, not ear-shatteringly terrible.

Chloe’s body lulled Nadine’s into a sway and led her away from the table in an effort to avoid potential toe-stubbings. Emboldened, Nadine joined in for the last line.

Chloe exhaled softly. It could’ve been a huffed laugh or a simple expression of happiness, Nadine couldn’t tell.

The next song, something acoustic, played after the saxophone faded out. They slowed to a stop. Smiling, Nadine turned her head, eyes downcast to watch Chloe push her head against her neck, and brushed the corner of her lips against Chloe’s temple. Contented, Chloe hummed tunelessly against the heat of her skin.

Before she pulled away, she stooped impossibly closer and gave the meat of Nadine’s neck a playful tug with her teeth. It was jarring, that and the sudden absence of Chloe flush against her.

Nadine hissed, swivelling around to give her an admonishing glare.

Chloe simply smiled over her shoulder, halfway to the kitchen door already. Then, although it was said like a flippant line, she said sincerely: “Wait one second please.”

Huffing, she waited.

Mid-word, the song changed to something she didn’t recognise. It was faster than the other two but not overly so, and the voice was low and smooth. The volume jacked up suddenly and Chloe came skidding out a beat later.

Nadine couldn’t stop the wide grin at the mere sight of Chloe’s giddiness, dropping the huffy attitude in favour of opening her stance so Chloe could barrel into her. She swung around Nadine’s middle, picking her up into the air for a spin.

“Come on,” Chloe said, glee making her almost giggly. She would be appalled if Nadine voiced this so she didn’t. “Dance with me.”

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Nadine found herself laughing along. Chloe set her down on the other side of the table and drew her by her the hand into their backyard. Their feet were bare against the grass and dirt, and Nadine knew she’d have to shower again just to get the muck out between her toes but she couldn’t find it in herself to mind. Chloe was, after all, beaming like she’d won the lottery or landed a heart-dropping leap, and what else was Nadine to do except indulge her.

Chloe smoothed her hands over the top of Nadine’s airy blouse and then back up to her shoulders. Without further prompting, Nadine snaked her arms around Chloe’s middle and settled them at the small of her back.

Washed in orange, they danced and stared at each other and tried not to crack up when their eyes met.

Nadine felt faintly like a lovestruck teenager enjoying a domestic moment with her high school sweetheart. She wondered then, briefly, what young Chloe would’ve been like and in quick succession, thanked God for blessing her with an adult one. She doubts her former self would enjoy the company of a bratty teenage Chloe, the uppity kid she was, always seeking her father’s approval.

The song changed again, to something classical this time. Chloe immediately adopted a stern face and, rather dramatically, stepped away to bow.

“You queued this to do this specifically, didn’t you,” Nadine said as she took Chloe’s hand anyway and let herself be swept into a wide waltz.

“Absolutely,” she replied, readily.

“Ridiculous.”

Chloe laughed and smiled, charmingly. “You bring it out of me.”

“You too,” Nadine said, softer.

They bumped into a flower pot, but neither of them was particularly stringent about garden maintenance and Nadine led them off to the other end of their backyard.

“What else do I bring out of you?” Chloe asked, coyly.

Before Nadine could reply, Chloe spun her with some flair and yanked her closer. Using the momentum, Chloe backed them up the single step into their home and fell into the couch a short stumble away. Nadine’s laugh dissipated into a short huff as she landed on top of Chloe, propping herself on her elbows so she didn’t crush her wife completely. Chloe watched her, carefully, eyes gleaming in the light, and pushed a palm up to cover Nadine’s cheek. A smile teased at her lips.

They were quiet for a moment, the sound of violins filling in the calm.

Finally, Nadine dipped her head down for a languid, tongueless kiss. When she backed up, Chloe followed her for a moment until she relaxed back into the cushion. Nadine hovered only an inch away, eyes crinkled with her grin.

“Hi.”

Chloe rubbed a thumb against her cheek. “Hey.”

“Did you have fun?” she asked, indulging.

“I did.” Chloe nodded, nose brushing against Nadine’s as she did. “Did you?”

“Ja,” she said with a laugh. Nadine kissed her again, sighing through her nose when Chloe returned it with enthusiasm.

The music had returned to their Billy Joel playlist in the time spent making out and whispering silly things to each other.

Eventually, Nadine let up, hoisting Chloe to her feet by the single arm she’d wound around her back. Chloe lay her hands on Nadine’s collar bones and aimed sloppily for her cheek, getting her jaw instead. She patted Nadine’s cheek before she stepped away with a laugh.

“God,” Chloe exhaled, “I’m in love with you.”

Nadine blinked, smiled, then went a bit red. This wasn’t exactly news to her, seeing as they were married and all, but they weren’t the type to be so candid with their affection. Usually, they were a show-don’t-tell kind of couple, and it suited them just fine.

“Thanks, wife, I’d hope so,” Nadine said, lieu of replying in kind.

Chloe pouted. “Come on, I’ve been so romantic all night.”

Huffing a laugh, Nadine steered her to the kitchen and gave a gentle shove. Inside, the dishes Chloe had been preparing were waiting in steaming plates on the counter. A bottle of wine stood uncorked.

Before Nadine could make for the plates, Chloe shot out to grab her wrist and hauled her closer.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Chloe said, deathly serious, and then nestled her head in the crook of Nadine’s neck, sighing into the hollow at the base of her throat.

Nadine pressed her head into Chloe’s temple and failed spectacularly in suppressing her grin. “I married you, dickhead.”

Chloe nodded against her. “That, you did.”

A beat later, Nadine brushed her lips against Chloe’s forehead, murmured a quiet “love you,” and untangled herself from their impromptu hug.

They made quick work of setting the table and dug in.

Out of nowhere, Chloe poked Nadine’s calf with her toe and waited for her to glance up.

“It’s good.”

“What’s good?”

“That you love me. That I love you.”

“Are you on something?” Nadine raised her eyebrows and bounced a fork in her hand. “What’s gotten into you? You alright?”

Chloe scoffed. “Wow. Meet a girl in a war zone and woo her so thoroughly, she goes and forgets all about the rocky start.”

Nadine stared at her for a drawn-out second.

Chloe raised her eyebrows.

She speared some food onto her fork, attempting for nonchalant. “We don’t celebrate this anniversary.”

“Yes, we do,” Chloe insisted. “We do the decades.”

“The dec—?”

Nadine stopped short. Her fork hovered in the air until she slowly put it down.

Ten whole years, she’d known and grown to love this infuriatingly gorgeous, cunningly intelligent woman. Chloe smiled as she watched realisation dawn on Nadine. She looked ethereal, grinning like she’d won the lottery and outlined by a faint orange glow from their fairy lights.

Nadine was overcome by the urge to hold Chloe again and, never one to shy away from going after what she wanted, she put down her fork and stood.

Chloe made a sound of protest. “Oi, I made us this and you’d better eat it.”

“Half of this is microwaved leftovers that I cooked,” Nadine pointed out.

“Yes, and I microwaved it,” Chloe started, but then stopped when Nadine dragged her chair back and settled into her lap. “Oh.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“You were always a sweet talker.”

Nadine forwent a response, pulling Chloe closer by the back of her neck. They stayed together for several long seconds before parting. Her eyes were a stormy grey, her swollen lower lip squeezed between a row of white teeth.

“Happy anniversary,” Chloe murmured, arching up to lick into Nadine’s mouth.

Breathless and grinning wildly, Nadine cupped Chloe’s neck in both palms to keep her from straying. Not that she had any intention of doing so.

Against her lips, Nadine returned the sentiment, “Happy anniversary.”

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Strangers

In which Alice meets a mysterious brunette the last night of Pride and finds out some of Kiara’s dirty little secrets.

Trigger Warnings: Mention of drug and alcohol use, talk of cheating, a lot of gay.

Alice was sipping on a drink in her hands, slightly tipsy as she grinned and looked around the crowd. People kept asking if she was waiting for someone, and though she assured them she wasn't, it was clear the blonde was at least on the lookout for one person in particular. But Alice hadn't seen Kiara yet. Not tonight. So as she got another quick refill at the bar, she looked for someone that might be around Kiara's age. After all, she'd been young enough not to have an ID, right? Spying a brunette that looked far more baby-faced than Alice's warrior princess, she flagged her down with a quick tap on her shoulder. "Excuse me. Sorry. Don't mean to be rude- I just was wondering - have you seen a girl around with short pixie hair? Looks like a goddess and walks with the confidence of one too?"

Zella was out with the squad (literal squad, the cheerleading squad that is.) It was her turn to go back for drinks and she was hammered--not to mention high as a kite on some little tab Poppy had procured for them. She was floating on her way to the bar when some freckly bitch got in her way. At the description, Zella pulled her head back a little and snorted. "Uh. No. What kind of description is that?"

Alice gave a simple shrug. "An apt one, if I do say so myself. I don't know - you look to be about her age. Do you know someone named Kiara?"

Kiara. This bitch had just described Kiara as if she was some kind of manic pixie dream girl out of a romance novel. Oh, did Zella have news for her. Her eyebrows shot up at once. "Why do you wanna find her?" she asked, batting those eyelashes innocently. She was just nosy more than anything else, she didn't care, but the girl's response would determine how Zella answered.

Alice’s face lit up when recognition blossomed clear on this girl's.

"Oh,well- I just, I met her the other night, at the bonfire. We had a lovely time. She's excellent company. I've texted, but I was hoping to run into her a bit more organically again. Like the first time. At the bonfire," she clarified, though immediately felt silly for doing so. Blushing, Alice shook her head. "It's silly. I was just curious if she was about, is all."

Ah, well, that was--boring. Friendly little Kiara. She was just as annoying as her cousin, making friends everywhere she went. "She's not here, sorry to burst your bubble. Don't you know? She's underage," Zella scoffed.

Alice rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Like that's stopped so many rowdy teens from sneaking their way into a party." Alice eyed the girl up as if to suggest she had probably done the same. "She's seventeen, isn't she? Not too far." The blonde looked down at her drink, twirling the straw a bit. "Besides, she seems very mature. Been through a lot, I think. It's in the eyes."

"Oh, yeah, real mature," Zella said with another snort. She twisted the straw around in her drink, eyeing this girl up and down. It was all in the eyes, and this girl had this ridiculous doe-eyed, innocent look. Oh, Zella was sure Kiara was eating that right up. "Like getting into fights at school and getting shitfaced at every party she goes to. Less mature, more sloppy."

Alice’s face screwed up at the girl's tone, and then even further at her words. "Fights? Wh- I'm sorry, what do you mean? Who is it she's meant to be fighting?"

"She's not meant to be fighting any one. But she got in a real scrap with some girl just a couple of months ago. I don't know the story behind it but she got her face absolutely fucked. If you ask me, it would probably be that mouth on her. Always talking before she thinks." Zella clucked her tongue and shook her head, like she was't the exact same way.

Alice gasped, a bit horrified, to be honest. "Oh my goodness. Poor thing... I couldn't even tell. I wonder what could have possibly started something like that. Did the other girl say something? Do something? Did they not get along?" She couldn't see Kiara just starting a fight out of thin air, even if it were just with her words. "I've got quite a mouth myself but goodness, I've never gotten my face bashed in for it." She had been thrown into a special version of hell because of it, though. "I feel like there's more to the story. Kiara just seems so... nice."

"Yeah, it's always the real fucked up ones that act real nice, but actually aren't. I feel bad for her girlfriend or whatever. She's got her hands full with that out." Zella scoffed again and shook her head,though she hid a little smirk into the straw of her drink.

Alice paled, face falling with the word 'girlfriend.' "She has a girlfriend? Like, a right proper one?" Kiara hadn't mentioned that. She definitely hadn't mentioned that. But, Alice sucked in a deep breath and shook her head. "They've probably got an open relationship, yeah? I've heard of those. A bit surprising for someone so young, but... b-but admired. I like openness."

She was making excuses for a near complete stranger, but she couldn't help it.

Wow. This girl was either desperate or someone had made her seriously delusional at some point at her life. Kiara attracted crazy, though, so it made sense. Callie was like boring as shit. No wonder Kiara had already cheated on her (probably.) Man, this was juicy. "Uh, no, pretty sure they're not. Kiara is like in love with love or whatever. One of those real romantic types. Got a history of cheating,though." With me, Zella added primly to herself.

"There's nothing wrong with loving love." Alice was quick to jump on the defensive, but even she couldn't help running a hand through her hair as she looked around, feeling her heart sink. "Just as long as it doesn't define you or ruin relationships... And as long as you don't cheat." Was this Kiara really a cheater? Of course. It made sense. Alice couldn't have just met a nice, magnetic, beautiful, actually gay girl who seemed to be actually interested in her. She wasn't that lucky. She never was.

"I'm sorry, what did you say your name is?" She hadn't, Alice knew that, but she needed to know who was giving this information exactly.

Zella looked the girl up and down once more. "Oh, my name is Jenny. Jenny Foxworth. It's lovely to meet you. I'm so sorry to break the news to you. This is a small town, I forget that not everyone knows everyone."

Alice repeated the name back, "Jenny," as though it was this stranger's name she was trying to grasp and not what she'd just said about Kiara. "I'm Alice. It's... Ah, it's lovely to meet you as well. And there's no need to apologize, nothing's ruined." Had there even been anything to ruin in the first place? The feeling in her stomach would suggest so. "I'm new, so... I'm sorry, um- You know Kiara how?"

"We go to school together. Small school. News travels really fast there." Zella put on another pout. "Do you want me to buy you a drink to make up for it? I feel real awful. Truly."

Alice laughed nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear. "No, you've no need to do a thing like that. Besides, I don't want you to go about feeling bad for anything. There's nothing that's your fault, after all, and I'm fine. Really." She insisted, toothy grin and all, though it faltered slightly at the edges.

What ugly teeth. Zella imagined what it'd be like to kiss her--all teeth and no lip. Still, Zella smiled. Her freckles looked like confetti underneath the neon flashing lights, through her drug haze. "No, really, I insist. I was on my way to get a refill anyhow. It's the least I can do."

Alice gave a solemn nod, giving in. "Alright, then. I suppose that would be okay." She wanted to add Just don't go making me feel all jittery only to turn out to be a fake, too. But instead she just smiled,letting this girl lead the way.

Zella smiled wide. "Great! And--I'm gonna preface this by saying I am decidedly not taken. Also, open relationships sound practically ideal. Are you in one?" She tugged her over to the bar and flagged the bartender down. "I'll have a shot of tequila. And, whatever the lady would like."

Alice blinked at the way all this information was being thrown at her at once. She couldn't help but blush even though now a tiny voice chastised her for it. Fool me once, and all that. "Am I...? No, no. I'm not. But I've always found the idea... I don't know. Nice. All love, no jealousy or fighting..." Alice hated fighting if she could avoid it. Turning to the bartender, she balked for a moment. "Ah... I'll just have another Jack and Coke, if you don't mind." She set her empty glass on the table.

Zella was making this girl blush--that was cute, in a pathetic kind of way. Zella really hoped that Kiara liked this girl. She was so--simple. So easily manipulated. Zella was not normally very good at the whole manipulation thing. That was more Ana's style, but damn, this girl made it so easy. It was actually kind of fun. "Jack and Coke. Now, that's a classy drink. I like it. Not many girls order something like that."

Alice wanted to say that Kiara ordered drinks like that. That it was part of how they met - getting a drink. But she didn't say that. Instead, she smiled and gave a shrug. "I'm sticking to simple tonight. Looking to get pissed and have a good time, you know? Although, you're being very direct. Straight with the shots. I like it," she smiled.

"Direct is my middle name," Zella said with a smile. "Two tequila shots." The bartender brought them over complete with a lime and salt. Zella licked her hand, keeping eye contact with the girl--whose name she still hadn't got, before putting her hand in the salt. "To open relationships?" Zella asked, batting her eyelashes as she raised her glass.

Alice had a protest ready on her lips before watching the girl's tongue dart out of her own to lick her hand. She blinked,and picked up her own tequila shot. Alice had to admit, she liked it better when Kiara had toasted to pride and love and her freckles. But now the thought came peppered with doubts. So she smiled. "Yeah. To open relationships."

Zella raised her eyebrows but she smiled and passed the salt to Alice. "You've taken a tequila shot properly before,yeah? It's real easy if you haven't."

Alice blinked and gave a little "Oh!" setting down her glass. "Right. Right. Sorry." She'd been distracted. By the licking. And thinking of Kiara. Licking the back of her own hand, she poured the salt on it too and picked up her shot again. "It's been a while,sorry. Cheers, yeah?"

"Cheers," Zella clinked their glasses before knocking hers back. "No need to apologize, by the way--" she paused,she would've said the girl's name but she didn't know it. "What was you're name again? I'm so sorry, you asked for mine but I didn't get yours! That's horribly rude of me."

Alice clinked her glass against the other girl's, then knocked her shot back with a grimace before moving on to licking the salt and sticking the lime in her mouth. After a gasp, she laughed, flushed from the warmth of the alcohol, and waved a hand. "Oh, I think it might've gotten drowned out by the music, it's fine love. Alice. My name is Alice."

Whoops. Forgot her name. It was a boring name anyways. Alice. "Well, would you like to dance, then, Alice?"

Alice wiped the back of her arm over her lips and laughed as she nodded. "Yeah- Yeah, I would. I'd like that."

"Wonderful," Zella said with a grin like a Cheshire cat. She held her hand out for the other girl and pulled her along towards the dance floor. When they got to a good spot she turned and put her hand on the girl's waist. It was very soft. Her freckles were looking like confetti again. Zella moved closer so their hips brushed.

Alice slipped her hand into Zella's hesitantly. Another girl, another Pride event, another hand to hold. Was this girl hiding secrets? Alice was suddenly weary of who to trust. But she tried not to think about it. She would confront Kiara about it all later. Right now, she was just going to let this cute girl pull her into dancing. Smiling, she let the music define her rhythm and mirrored the girl's movements, brushing her hips against hers in return. It was no twirling Kiara, or snuggling by a bonfire, but it was a bit tingly in a different way.

After a minute or so, Zella took another step closer, her head tilting slightly to the side, eyes flicking down to Alice's lips and back up. Her body was zinging with that adrenaline she got when she was doing something bad. She rubbed their pelvises together slightly harder, her hand sliding down from Alice's waist to her ass, though she didn't grip it, merely rested it there, quirking an eyebrow.

Alice found everything to be moving so fast suddenly. Their bodies moving in tune, Zella's hand on her rear, and the way she was looking at Alice... It made breathing a bit more difficult. With Kiara, it had been all toothy grins and blushes and glitter exploding with butterflies. But this... this was warm blood and heart-thumping and the bass vibrating her limbs. Except... she didn't know if she wanted to kiss this girl. She still felt weird, though the alcohol was helping. Alice placed a hand on the brunette's waist as well, pretending it was more to steady herself even as she met the other's eyes, her own brows raising in response.

This had to be Alice's idea. That was what Ana's voice was whispering the back of her mind. And that was alright with her. She already had ensnared her, just needed to close the trap. "You're freckles, they’re--lovely. I can see why Kiara was taken." Kiara's freckles were nicer, a quiet part of Zella's brain whispered. She didn't listen to it. Just smiled and squeezed, just lightly, at Alice's ass.

Alice blushed, at first, a nervous giggle rising to her lips as her freckles were once again complimented by a cute girl. A girl who was very obviously hitting on her. Still, bringing up Kiara didn't help. Ironically, she had the same thought - that Kiara's freckles, particularly the splash of them she'd made from her drink that got her to laugh - were much prettier. She still didn't know what to believe about Kiara, but for right now, this girl - Jenny - she was fondling Alice and complimenting her and... shouldn't that make Alice want to kiss her? She swayed forward slightly, and stuttered out a quiet "You've got very lovely eyes. I feel like- like... there's a lot behind them."

Zella laughed a little at that. "Oh? Well, you did say it was all in the eyes,didn't you?" she purred quietly, flicking them down and then back up again. "Yours are--bright, like sunshine." Look, Zella was no poet.

Alice huffed another laugh, flushing again. "Yeah? Now that's a new one. Sunshine eyes. I'll have to remember it."

"Bright and clear," Zella said, inching her lips closer. She could feel Alice's breath on her tongue, the tequila sharp and sweet. Just how Zella liked it.

Alice doubted somehow that her eyes were clear. Bright, maybe, but clear? They felt hazed over with alcohol and the closeness of her body against the brunette’s; the way their lips stood just inches apart.

She warred with herself. She’d snogged the hell out of Kiara that night at the bonfire. Had really, really liked her. And thought it was mutual. But if what this girl said was true, and Kiara had a girlfriend, she stood no chance anyway. Especially if they were in love and committed and not open at all. This girl… well, she was into open relationships. No harm, right? At least, it’s what Alice told herself as she took in a deep breath and closed the gap between them, kissing the other girl firmly and winding her free hand up into her hair as she did so. Jesus, did she hope she wasn’t getting shit screwed up.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Zella smiled against Alice’s lips, but it was a grin, feral in its nature. But that was always Zella, wasn’t it? Wild and dangerous. She shouldn’t be doing this, but it just made her stomach bubble and her toes curl in her shoes. She’d kissed Kiara for the first time the same way, while she’d been in a relationship. It wasn’t something they should’ve been doing. It never was.

That’s how Zella liked it, though. Her scalp tingled as the girl wound her fingers through it. She wanted her to tug, but this girl seemed soft. She wasn’t like Kiara. She wasn’t going to bite back. Still, Zella’s hand curled around her hip. They weren’t moving anymore, both of them focused on the kiss. Her hand moved up her back to pull her closer. She poked her tongue out of her mouth, running it along the seam of Alice’s lips, tasting the tequila there.

Alice couldn’t believe she was kissing another girl for the second time in less than a week. She had been having a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that she’d kissed one girl, and now this? If she weren’t so absorbed in the moment, with alcohol running through her veins and warming her from the inside out, she might think more on the confusing nature of this entire night.

But as it stood, she was absorbed into the kiss. Just like before, she thought about how soft a girl’s lips were and how smooth the skin; how different it was to tug gently on long strands of hair rather than try to get a grip on boy-short locks. Kissing this girl, Jenny, was different from kissing Kiara in few ways. They were both soft, but Kiara had been tentative and unsure and they gave each other the push and pull closer - a mutual hesitation met with mutual encouragement.

She shouldn’t be thinking about Kiara right now. So instead, Alice focused on how kissing this brunette felt like little sparks in her stomach and not being able to breathe properly. Jenny’s tongue running across her lips caused them to open easily, and her tongue darted out to tease at the other girl’s as well as she deepened the kiss. Kiara had tasted like the fruity concoction they’d both shared. This girl tasted like salt and lime and tequila, just like Alice was sure she did as well.

It’d been awhile since Zella had hooked up with anyone at the club. The whole building shook with the music, drowning out her thoughts, turning her brain to putty, which was exactly how Zella liked it. She didn’t like to think, she liked to act.

And what better way to get revenge than kiss the girl that the girl you were trying to get revenge on had kissed?

The truth of it all would take a while to come out, but that was alright with Zella. She didn’t mind playing with this girl in the meantime, like a cat with a spool of yarn. Her tongue was soft and her mouth was hot and she tasted sharp, even though her curves were soft. Zella nipped at her lip and slid the hand on her waist farther down to grab gently at her ass again.

It was odd. Not necessarily in a bad way, it was just- strange, how Alice wasn’t the one taking the lead this time. Rather, Jenny was the one biting at her bottom lip, and the blonde sighed as she tugged at the strands of ebony in her fingers a bit more, kissing the girl a tad more fiercely.

It helped to drown out her thoughts and suddenly it was like the only things inhabiting Alice were the music, the warmth, and this small brunette. And though Alice had experienced someone gripping at her arse before, it definitely hadn’t been with the slender fingers of a female. It was different, but nice different. The kind that whispered into her mind how much nicer it would feel if those same fingers slid their way up the skirt of Alice’s dress.

Was this moving too fast? Okay, maybe this was moving too fast. Just like Alice’s heartbeat. But she loved it, that rush. She liked the way her body vibrated with the bass and how she was forgetting other people were around. She moved to take Jenny’s face in both hands and kissed her breathless, becoming more fervent and passionate. God, how long had it been since she’d been snogged and fondled? Sure, Kiara and her had snogged plenty the night of the bonfire, but that had been a chaste, almost innocent sort of snogging.

This felt nothing like innocent.

When Alice deepened the kiss, at first, Zella was surprised. This girl had that wild-eyed innocence about her that said she’d never fucked or been fucked. But, she didn’t kiss like that. She kissed like she wanted more, more. Zella was happy to oblige, opening her mouth, sucking Alice’s tongue like it was the lime they’d both just had.

They made out for a few more minutes, until the song ended. There were hands in hair and hands twisting in the fabric of clothes. Zella pushed back as much as Alice pushed forwards, fighting to stay in control of the kiss. The blood in her veins singed.

She hadn’t expected this, when she’d decided this little plan. (Still didn’t know what the outcome of the plan was, she’d just thought of it about fifteen minutes ago.) But, she wasn’t going to complain. It would be short lived. Kiara would eventually find out, Alice would eventually find out. Zella was content to cross that bridge when she came to it.

The kiss broke with a pop at the end of the song. Zella brushed her nose against the other girl’s breathing harshly. “Would you like to move this somewhere more private?” She tilted her head to nip at Alice’s lip again.

When the kiss broke, Alice was still fumbling in a haze. She almost didn’t hear Zella’s whisper as the song transitioned into a new beat, and in fact, a part of her wanted to pretend like she hadn’t at all. But she did. She heard the suggestive question and she even shivered a bit when the girl nipped at her bottom lip once more.

It had been so long since she’d felt like this, and it wasn’t exactly as though it had led down the best road with the last - and only - person she’d slept with. Taking a deep breath and swallowing thickly, Alice laughed a bit as she flushed, embarrassed. “A-Actually, I… I’m enjoying the dancing. I hope that’s alright.”

Oh, so maybe she wasn’t what Zella had imagined, what that kiss had told her. The disappointment flashed across her face--as fast and sharp as lightning. She had never been good at hiding her emotions the way her sister was, the way her mother was. Instead she used those emotions to her advantage. But, right now, she was not supposed to be herself, she was supposed to be Jenny. L O L.

So, Zella reluctantly let go of Alice’s ass and moved her hand up her spine so it hovered around the middle of her back. She tilted her head and smiled that sharp smile again.

“Of course, dancing is perfectly fine.” Though, she couldn’t quite make her words as honey sweet as they’d been before.

Alice smiled and let out a low breath of relief. Pressing her forehead against the other girl’s, they moved back into dancing with the beat. The haze of desire drifting away now that the kiss had broken, Alice spent the rest of the night fighting both the urge to get it back as well as thoughts of Kiara invading her head.

Eventually, the brunette left her and Alice went back to Edelweiss with another girl’s number, and a lot of questions.

#bdrppride #oneshot #zella #kiara #zlice

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coffeesforfuckers · 7 years

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Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Two

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background

Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 2: Two: On the Rooftop with You

Pete

As the days pass over us faster than any of us liked, I made friends , and some really cool ones too.

Not Patrick of course.

He hated me.

Me on the other hand? Nope. I have a bit of a thing for the hat boy. He's quite adorable if I'm honest, he's small and loud as all hell. He seems to be pretty bright and bouncy all the time, it was enjoyable.

I teased him a lot, but I don't really know how to show actual affection, that's how I show affection myself really.

It was frustrating.

Patrick rolls over in his sleep, grabbing around his bed until he gripped the sheets in his hand and pulled them to his chest, hugging them tightly. He was so cute, he always held stuff in his sleep.

Once when we were all drunk he held my hand until he fell asleep. I think that's when I noticed that this kid was making me feel things that I shouldn't.

I hear the door squeak open and someone fumbles with the door, accidentally dropping it and it clanks closed. He gasps and I can hear him get smacked.

“Do you really want to get caught?” A familiar voice chimes in a whisper, I glance over the room, Patrick's besides me, Andy’s across from him, Joe's across from me, but Jack and Alex are not in their beds. That is until the pair scurry to their beds quietly and jump into them. It was only two in the morning.

Where did those two run off too?

I would figure that out later, right now, I need sleep.

Patrick

I wake up around noon, earlier than normal unless somebody else wakes me. Pete's rummaging through his bag and everybody else is gone.

I learned Pete's name after two weeks of sharing a room with him when he got sick of being called the emo kid.

I'm normally much more vulgar when referring to him though. He notices I'm awake but says nothing, continuing to do whatever.

That is until he drops his boxers.

“Whoa! What the fuck!?” I choke as I sit upright. Pete turns to face me with a confused look on his face.

“What? You've never seen a dick before?” He shrugs and tugs his shirt off his head. (Holy shit… He has a really fucking nice body).

I stumble out of bed and try to find something to distract myself from the sight. I was gay as fuck and let me just tell you, no man with that perfect of a body has ever stripped down in front of me.

I want to fuck the emo boy.

Nothing more, nothing less and no strings attached.

What better place than summer camp to do it?

***

“Patrick, you need to start getting up at normal times.” Joe speaks as I sit down on the ground with my food, “You missed breakfast, dude.”

“I always do, Joe. If I wanted it bad enough I'd be up when it's being served.” I shrug, still practically shaking over what I just witnessed.

Dallon, Spencer, Jon and Ryan all come and go in our little group with their food, striking up conversation. I'm not sure why Ryan ever really hung out with as he obviously didn't like us. He never had.

Soon enough we were joined by Pete and he had the Way brothers and Frank Iero following close behind. They all sat with us and Pete kept giving me some side glances, causing me to freeze up, I was so freaked out over it. This stupid emo kid would not be the one to out me.

Joe

I finished my food and Andy was already done. I glance over at him and he smirks back at me.

“I gotta go take a piss then I'll probably go get lost in the woods so I'll see you guys later.” I stand and start making my way off to the other side of the camp.

I notice Andy making an excuse, walking the opposite direction and into the woods. I make my way to our rock and wait for him to climb it. He takes forever but I don't really blame him. As soon as he spots me, he picks up speed and jogs over to me, pinning me to the rock and kissing me instantly.

I laugh and push him back, “Babe, we'll get caught.” I say and he shrugs at me.

“I don't care, I just want to kiss your cute face.” He mumbles and goes to kiss me again.

“If you help me over the rock we can fuck.” I wink and he is instantly climbing over the boulder. I smirk as he lifts me up once I get to the part that I can't climb myself.

He'll do almost anything if I bribe him with sex.

And the same goes for myself.

Patrick

We were all crammed into Alex’s mini-van that he only had for ‘touring’ purposes with his band. Right now, Alex, Dallon, Jack, Frank, Pete, Spencer, Gerard and I were shoved into the over-crowded car. The group of us all just had gone out to eat and were now on our way over to a pub in town to meet up with some of our older friends and counselor that were in their twenties and could drink. They chose this place because people under eighteen could go in as well but just couldn’t drink.

I wasn’t feeling the greatest but I didn’t want to ruin the fun for everybody else.

I’m stuck sitting next to Pete who has way too much energy for any person, he’s too loud and very obnoxious.

I’d still fuck him though.

I’m staring out the window, watching the world flash by me, my eyes are drooping somehow as a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. Even with Pete like screaming besides me (along with everybody else in the car) and the music is blaring into my ear. My eyes still just cannot stay open.

Pete

I’m bouncing around, ‘singing’ at the top of my lungs along with the music, everybody else doing the same (Except Alex, Dallon, Frank and Gerard can actually sing). The only person seeming to be not having any fun. I felt kind of bad.

Patrick's head suddenly falls to rest on my shoulder and I stop, my voice cutting out and movement stopping. He looked so at peace, tired and content just laying on me, fully asleep. I loved sleepy Patrick so much, he was so adorable.

My favorite thing is that he's so bloodless, not trying so hard to be a little punk boy.

Fuck me, he's so cute…

I don't have the heart to wake him.

Patrick

I awake suddenly and sit upright, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I'm dazed, unsure of where I am for a moment, quickly remember being out with all the guys. That's when I realize there's nobody else in the car, except for myself and him.

Pete .

“What are you doing?” I grumble sleepily, still rubbing my eyes with my balled fists.

“Um, we're at the place, they had me stay with you.” He sounds pissed about it but his face says otherwise.

I go to speak but he's already clamouring out of the other car door, “Well then…”

***

The stars are really pretty tonight, so bright. I'm laid on the ledge of the roof, it was a huge space. I mean it was big enough to hold me and probably Alex or something laying side-by-side.

Pete and I could fuck on it and not have to worry.

Anyway, my hands were behind my head as a cushion and my legs were crossed one over the other. I tap my foot against the stone out of habit.

“ I'm just the man on the balcony, singin’ nobody will ever remember me, rejoice, rejoice and fall… to your knees .” I sing loudly into the bleak night, my voice trailing as I hadn't written more than that and the melody. I just continue to hum the rest.

“Whoa.” I hear a shocked and amazed gasp coming from closeby.

I jump and turn towards where the sound had come from.

Pete .

“Ugh, what do you want?” I grunt, rolling my eyes, turning to face the stars again.

“You're really, really good, Patrick.” Pete enthuses as he sways over the ledge, sitting a few inches from my head and tossing his legs over the edge. He starts looking up at the sky, “I thought that Alex was good but wow…” He mumbles, more to himself than anything.

“Thanks I guess…” I mutter and we sit in silence for a long while, “Why are you up here?” I finally ask.

“I got bored with all the drunk people.” He shrugs at me, “Why are you up here?” He glances down at me.

“Nauseous and the alcohol scent doesn’t really help that.” I look back at him, eyebrows raised.

“That sucks… Did-... You alright?” He looks back up at the sky.

“Yeah, as good as I can be when I’m stuck with you and feeling like shit while wanting to be in my bed.” I mutter and Pete’s shoulders slump a bit. I close my eyes momentarily and open them to find Pete staring right at me, “W-... What?” I look at him confused.

Pete leans down until my nose is touching his chin, “Is this alright, Patrick?” He breathes against my mouth. I go to nod and knock my nose into Pete’s hard-ass jaw. I grunt and mutter a ‘sure’ .

Pete kisses me and it seems like it was supposed to be a quick peck on the lips but soon Pete was trying to stumble into a better position as well as myself.

Soon Pete’s almost straddling me as I sit up, leaning back at the pressure of him on me. He pulls me to the ground as to keep us from tumbling off the roof. He’s kissing me lustfully and I can feel his pants are tight pressed against me. I try and push my tongue past his lips, Pete seems like an amature with how sloppy he is but I also believe that he had a few drinks downstairs, enough to be more ‘confidant’ but not so much as he wouldn’t remember this.

He’s almost confused by how I try and use tongue but he catches on quick so I could care less. Soon the kissing moves to Pete trying to take my shirt off. I catch his hands. Yes , I want to fuck him, no, I do not want my shirt off when it happens.

He pulls back from our kiss, “What’s wrong? Am I moving too fast?” He seems to worry.

“I just… I don’t want to take my shirt off if that’s cool.” I give him an anxious smile.

“Why not?” He furrows his brow.

“You wouldn’t get it, mostly because you’re not, nor have you ever been… um… fat.” I say to him and he shakes his head.

“Patrick, it doesn’t matter what ‘size’ you are.” Pete tells me informatively.

I swallow hard, “Yeah… Uh, it does… You’ll never let it go once you see how fat I am, so can we please-”

“Whoa! I would never, ever make fun of someone, let alone you, for being fat… That’s just fucked up.” He defends genuinely and I smile, a real smile, at him for the first time ever.

“If you really want to…” I’m not fully sure but I feel like I can trust him with all these kinds of dirty little secrets.

Pete

I gently take the hem of his shirt, my heart in my throat as I pull it up over Patrick’s head. I look him over, staring in awe at his body. He wasn’t like obese like he made it sound, he had really nice collarbones and he had a somewhat chubby belly with adorable love handles, he was so perfect and I think this is truly the moment that I realized that I was going to be obsessing over this stupid blonde-haired boy forever.

He reaches for his shirt but I pull it back before he can take it, “Pete, come on, you’re staring!” He whines and I feel a bit bad.

“I’m just trying to take all of you in, Patrick.” I give him a smile, letting him remove my shirt. He pokes the tattoo above my crotch.

“What's that?” He asks me.

“Oh, Um… It’s a bat with a heart in it.” I laugh and Patrick grins, “Wanna see it better?” I smirk and he leans forward, kissing me like before. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, I’d never done any of this before. I’d ‘dated’ before and I’ve ‘kissed’ but like, it’s never been anything close to this.

Patrick gets my pants off and soon I have his off.

What was I doing?

Fuck.

Patrick fumbles his wallet out of his pocket, getting a condom out and looks me over reassuringly, “You ready? It’s gonna fucking hurt ‘cause I don’t have any lube or anything to um… ‘prep’ you with so I just have to pretty much go right in.” He seems worried, “If you don’t want to for that reason then we don’t have to.” I shake my head, I wanted to lose my virginity to Patrick.

“I’ll be fine, I think.” I’m visibly trembling. Patrick sits back and pulls me forward a bit, he grabs his shirt and hands it to me, “You can bite either this or me, I don’t have a preference.” He shrugs.

He’s fucking kinky, oh lord.

“Okay, but what if I hurt you?” I ask as I move to straddle him somewhat.

“I can handle it.” He smirks, kissing my neck, I let out a soft moan and move to sit on his cock and this is probably the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. I bite down on Patrick’s shirt and squeeze my eyes shut, “You can go slow if you need, Pete.” He mumbles into my neck.

It hurt but I am so okay with it if it’s him.

***

Patrick and I were sweaty and struggling to catch our breaths. I lean in to kiss him but he stops me, “Pete, what?” He seems confused.

“I just… I don’t know… I thought that… Uh…” I look down at the ground as I pulls my pants back on.

“This was just a one time thing, yeah? Like, no strings attached.” Patrick says and I feel like I could pass out, it was all for nothing.

“You used me?” I ask and Patrick looks kind of sorry.

“I thought that was going to be a mutual agreement. I don’t do commitment well. I mostly feel ‘quick fuck’ about everybody and never a ‘forever’.” He shrugs, “Could you please not mention his to anybody? I’m not out to anybody, like at all.” I just nod.

“Whatever makes you happy, Patrick.”

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Play Your Part 6

Chapter 6: I Would Give Anything To Hear

And there goes the last chapter. If my linebreaks and readmores rebel once more, well... there’s a reason why I’m not using them for Weirdward lmao. On a more strictly chapter-related note, who caught the funky writing thing I was doing to tie the writing into the overall theme?

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When Danny opened his eyes, it was to the sight of both of his friends bending over him. Worry was clearly visible in both Sam’s and Tucker’s eyes.

He groaned, pushing himself up into a sitting position, noting the changed circumstances. Instead of the living room, where he’d been before the flash of light, he was now in the lab. And while Jazz was still here, she, too, was frowning at him.

“So did it work?” Jazz asked, eyes unwavering. “I mean, I didn’t see what it looked like last time, but…”

“How am I supposed to know?” Danny bit back, squinting at her. “It’s not like I could see more than a flash of light!”

He twisted his head, looking around the lab, then shrugged. “But I’m pretty sure so, yeah. What on Earth was up with that universe switch anyway? Have any of you guys heard from Clockwork about it?”

Tucker snorted, having settled back on his heels when Danny sat up. “Wow, for once we’re the ones in the know. You alright, dude?”

“Yeah?” he asked, hesitantly. “Why? Was the other guy doing so badly?” Then he grinned, playfully. “Or did you miss me so much?”

“Eh, he was alright.” Sam grabbed Danny by the forearm, and Tucker grabbed his other one. As they pulled him to his feet, she said, “It wasn’t Clockwork, anyway.”

“No?” Danny blinked, surprised. “Well, I guess that that explains it. Who was it, then?”

“Ghost artifact that he ran into in his own world.” Tucker shrugged at his incredulous look. “Yeah, really, that was it. Supposedly it switches people around if their universes are messed up or something, so they can get it fixed, and then they switch back.”

“I still don’t get it, though.” Jazz was still frowning, looking at Danny. “We fixed his ghost powers, but he didn’t switch back immediately. And why our universe, specifically? Unless…” she trailed off, her eyes widening.

“Unless what?” Tucker glanced between her and Danny.

“Unless our Danny had something to gain too,” Sam said, quietly, catching on. Her wide violet eyes settled on Danny as well. “Did you?”

He shrugged, then raised a hand to the back of his neck. “Eh, not really. I mean. I guess I promised them that I would tell my parents here about me being half-ghost?”

On either side of him, Sam and Tucker visibly stiffened. But Jazz just nodded like she had already expected that. “And that triggered the switch back? That makes sense.”

“Does it?” Sam whirled around to shoot a look at the girl, something between incredulous and glaring. “Jazz, you of all people know what his parents are like! He can’t--”

“I can,” Danny interrupted, holding up his hands. “Sam, calm down. Look, haven’t we already dealt with this before? In every alternative universe, timeline, whatever, every time they discovered, they were okay with it. And if Jazz, both versions of her, if they think it’s a good idea… Well, I trust her.”

“Thanks, Danny.” Jazz smiled, soft and warm. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Glad to have you back.”

“Glad to be back,” he replied honestly. “Really, it was a mess over there. I thought it wouldn’t be that bad, since I’m used to hiding my ghost powers, but man. It sucked.”

“How’d your alternate universe parents figure out you weren’t their Danny, anyway?” Tucker asked, curiosity clear in his voice. “We figured it out pretty easily because he was a shoddy liar, but you’re used to keeping secrets.”

“Honestly?” He grinned a little sheepishly. “I may or may not have walked into the house after school and forgotten to hide my ghost sense. Two half-ghost parents in ghost mode, and a sister in human form? Definitely visible.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it.”

“But wouldn’t they have thought that you were their Danny, and that you finally got your powers?” Sam cocked her head, brow creased in thought. “Instead of thinking you came from a different universe?”

“Oh, well, yeah.” He shrugged, accidentally dislodging Jazz’ arm in the process. “But they were kind of… overwhelmingly nice? So I felt bad for lying to them.”

“Oh my god, you’re a sap.” Sam laughed, nudging him. “Danny, you really told them your secret because they were too nice?”

“Yeah, well.” He blushed, looking away sharply. “Shut up. Are our parents home, so I can get this reveal over with?”

“Nah, I lured them away so we could fix the other Danny without intervention.” Jazz twisted her arm, looking at her watch. “They should be home soon, though. It’s getting late.”

Danny nodded. “Alright, well. Can we wait for them somewhere that isn’t the lab?”

“Yeah, I--” a text tone sounded, and Tucker quickly grabbed his phone and flipped it open. “I, uh, apparently have to go. Think you can handle this without me?”

“It’ll be fine, go.” Danny made shooing motions at Tucker. “I handled it in the different universe all alone, I can deal with it here with Jazz by my side.”

“Are you sure, Danny?” Sam nudged him, gently. “Really, I don’t mind staying.”

“No, it’s okay.” He smiled at her, trying to put in as much confidence as he could. “Really, we can handle it. Go.”

“Alright, if you insist.” She nodded and turned to the stairs, Tucker right on her heels. “Text or call us later to let us know how it went, okay?”

He nodded again, watching them go. After he heard the door upstairs slam shut, he turned back to Jazz. “Well, anyway. Wait in the living room?”

“Fine with me.”

They had barely stepped into the living room when the front door swung open.

“Danny-boy!” his dad immediately boomed, like he hadn’t seen Danny in days. Which, honestly, he hadn’t, but he didn’t know that. Did he? Oh god, surely Jazz or Sam and Tucker would’ve told him if other Danny had been caught by his parents?

“Hey Dad, hey Mom.” He shot them his warmest grin, trying to inconspicuously check them for ecto-weaponry at the same time. Not visibly armed, which was probably the best he was going to get with his parents. It was hard to forget the advice of his other-universe family, them telling him that his parents had probably noticed the way he’d changed. “Can I, um, talk to you?”

His parents shared a very suspicious glance, then nodded. “Of course, sweetie. Jazz--”

“Jazz stays,” he immediately cut in. Maybe a little too immediately. Nervous, him? Never.

“Of course.” His mom sat down on the sofa, tugging Jack along. “Well, sit down, then.”

He nodded, sitting down in the armchair. Jazz looked at him, then their parents, and sat down next to their mom. Well, he supposed there was no easy way for her to sit with him. Plus maybe there was some kind of psychological reason for her to sit there. He wouldn’t know.

“Okay, so, um.” He folded his hands together, trying to resist the urge to rub the back of his neck. “So, first of all… Sorry for not telling you guys sooner. I… You might’ve noticed that I’ve been keeping secrets for… a while. And I didn’t… Sorry, for, um. Not telling sooner. Sorry, I’m kind of. Rambling.”

“Danny.” His dad leaned forward, the tips of his fingers barely reaching to touch Danny’s knees. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s-- Nothing is wrong. Well, besides the lying and the keeping secrets and--”

Jazz swatted him in the other knee and he clamped his jaw shut.

“Sorry. Uh. I don’t really… know how to say this.” He took his eyes off of his hands to look at his parents, but their worried expressions were honestly just making him feel worse. He dropped his eyes again. “Maybe it’s easier to just… show?”

At this, he shifted his eyes to Jazz. She shrugged, eloquently. “Danny, I’m not going to tell you how to do this. If you think showing them is easier, go for it.”

“Right, uh.” He pushed himself out of the seat again, taking a deep, bracing breath. “Don’t… freak out? Please?”

“Why would we--”

His mom was interrupted by the spark that burst from him, rapidly forming in a ring around his waist. The bright light swept over, the transformation fast as if driven by his own will to just get this over with.

“Oh,” she breathed out, wide eyes darting over him.

“Danny?” his dad asked, quieter than Danny was used to hearing him. “You…”

“Yeah.” He stood as still as he could, resolutely keeping his feet planted on the carpet instead of floating like he usually would in ghost form. “I’m Phantom.”

“But you’re not…” His mom blinked, her eyes suspiciously watery. “Are you? Did we… did we not realize--”

“I kept it a secret,” he said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. “And I’m sorry, okay, but I--”

“You died.” She sniffled, the sound loud in the silence that had fallen. “Danny, you died and we didn’t even notice.”

“No,” he quickly said, shaking his head. “No, no, no. You’re… That’s not what happened. I’m not--” He groaned, his gloved fingers digging through his hair. “Jazz, please?”

She made a face, clearly having hoped that he would get through the conversation better. “Mom, Dad, he’s not dead. Danny is only half-ghost.”

“But that’s not…” His dad frowned, then slowly pushed himself onto his feet. He approached Danny, step by step, like he was a frightened animal. “It’s not… biologically possible. To be both.”

“It totally is, though,” Danny blurted out, because his nerves had apparently utterly destroyed his filter. “Here, wait, hold on. Let me shift back, and you can feel my heartbeat.”

“Honey, if your heart--” his mom paused briefly as light flashed, but picked it up admirably steady when he’d returned to human form. “If your heart stops while you’re… like that. That would mean that you’re constantly…”

“No, no.” He waved his hands around. “It’s not like that. It doesn’t stop, not really, but my core is stronger in my ghost form, so it’s harder to make out my heartbeat. You can feel it, but it’s way harder because of the hum.”

“Oh.” She looked pale, and her nod of understanding rather jerky. “I… see.”

His dad had pulled one of his gloves off, the uncovered hand hovering near Danny’s neck. “Can I…”

“Go for it.” Danny tilted his head back a little, trying to make it easier for Jack to fit his massive hand on his neck. “It, uh, might be a tad slower than normal. But I don’t think it is, right now.”

“How so?” The warm fingers met his neck, shifting to the right spot.

“Nerves,” he simply said, a hesitant smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “You know how it is.”

“Ah, yes.” His dad cleared his throat, a little uncertainly. After a few long moments he pulled his fingers away again, his brow creased. “Yes, it seems a little slow for how nervous you look, but… there was definitely a heartbeat.”

“See, totally fine.” He turned to look at his mom, hopefully. “I swear, I’m just half-ghost. It’s not… not wrong, or damaging, or anything. Please don’t… don’t hate me.”

“Sweetie, we could never hate you.” His mom sighed but also stood up, laying a hand on his shoulder. “You’re our son, Danny, no matter what. But we were… worried. We’ve been worried.”

“I know.” He ducked his head. “I know, and I’m sorry. I just thought… I thought, if I kept it a secret, that it wouldn’t hurt anybody. But I didn’t realize. I didn’t realize that keeping the secret hurt you, too, and not just me.”

“Danny, kiddo, you’re one of the most important things in my life.” His dad crouched, and when Danny looked up, their eyes met. “And this, this doesn’t change anything, okay? Ghost or human or something in-between. I love you. We love you.”

He sniffled, eyes darting between the both of them. “I… I love you too.”

A massive arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him against his dad’s chest. The other arm pulled in Maddie, and they crowded together. “Jazz, come here,” his dad called.

“Coming, coming.” One arm lifted, briefly, and Jazz wormed her way in.

“This is… nice.” Danny laid his head against his dad’s chest, feeling his core hum happily in his chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys sooner.”

“And we’re sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t tell us.” His mom touched his face, gently, and smiled at him. “And for everything we’ve said about Phantom. Everything we’ve implied.”

“It’s alright.” He smiled back, equally warmly. “I knew you didn’t mean it.”

They stood like that for a while, the silence soft and companionable.

Then his mom said, suddenly, “And you do realize that we can’t let you keep doing this, right?”

“What?” He jerked backwards, unintentionally phasing through his dad’s arm and all of Jazz to get away. “What do you mean?!”

“This ghost hunting is dangerous, young man!” She gestured at herself and Jack. “Not to mention the impact it has been having on your education!”

“But-- But--”

“No buts!” She wiggled her finger with all her motherly force. “We’ll figure out some sort of schedule, and you can patrol with our help. But not during school, and we will need to figure out how to help maintain your ghost form, and--”

“Mom, mom.” Jazz tugged on her arm, releasing her when Maddie quietened again. “Sam and Tucker have been keeping an eye on him ever since he got his powers, and I’ve known since just a few months after that. We already have all kinds of data.”

“Oh.” She wilted a little, then nodded resolutely. “Well, of course, I hadn’t expected any different from you.”

“My ghost form can sustain itself, anyway.” Danny huffed, feeling a little miffed about the impending limitations of his freedom. That, and he just now realized that sneaking out for fun things has just gotten a lot harder. Ah well, worth it. “I just need to eat more than usual.”

His mom hummed. “Is that a subtle hint that I should get started on dinner?”

“No,” he said, right as his stomach rumbled. “… but I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

She laughed, ruffling his hair as she walked past him towards the kitchen. “Message received, sweetie.”

Maddie had been in the kitchen for mere moments when her voice rung out again. “Say, does anyone know where all the leftovers went?”

The blush that crept up on Jazz’ face was rather undeniable.

“What?” she snapped at his incredulous look. “It’s a long story, okay?”

When Danny opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his mom leaning over him. The first thing he thought was ‘oh man, I was right. The other Danny did have something he needed to achieve, too’.

He groaned, pushing himself up into a sitting position, noting the changed circumstances. He was lying on the couch, with his dad and Jazz nearby as well. Strangely, everyone was in human form.

Oh god. Had he shifted back to his own universe? What if the flash had simply transported him to a different one?

“Danny?” his dad asked, uncertainty clear in his voice. “You alright, kiddo?”

“You wouldn’t believe what I’ve eaten today.” He made a disgusted face, even if, honestly, the ecto-contaminated food hadn’t been that bad. Still, given the opportunity, he would gladly never eat it again.

“Mom is not that bad of a cook, Danny,” Jazz said disapprovingly. Her eyes were narrowed, set on him like she hadn’t quite decided if he was the right Danny yet. That was fair, he thought, because he hadn’t decided yet, either.

“No, and thank the Heavens. I’ve seen enough reanimated ecto-contaminated food to last a lifetime.”

“Ecto-contaminated?” all three of his family members repeated, incredulous.

“I thought the other universe was without half-ghosts?” Jazz’ eyes narrowed even further, a deeply familiar – and somewhat comforting – shade of purple sparking in her irises.

“It was, that’s the worst part.” He flopped back on the couch, dramatically throwing out his arms. “They just had ectoplasm around everywhere! Sam cooked the semi-sentient Frankenweenies with a flamethrower.”

“Well, I was always a little worried about that girl,” his mom said, hesitantly. The look in her eyes suggested that she, too, hadn’t quite decided if he was the right Danny.

He snorted. “It was Jazz’ idea. Both the eating of contaminated food and the flamethrower.”

“It was my idea to hand it to Sam, too?”

“Apparently she was the best shot out of you, her, and Tucker.” He shrugged, still lying flat on his back. “I wasn’t about to get in-between. Like I said, there was a flamethrower. I’m not messing with that.”

“Danny… Other Danny, their Danny, he said that he was the one fighting off all the ghosts.” His dad frowned, clearly worried. “Were things… alright, over there?”

“It was only a few days. Right?” Seeing all three of them nod, he let out a relieved sigh. “It wasn’t too bad. The only ghost I saw was the Box Ghost, and they said that he was fairly harmless. Plus you guys are ghost hunters in that universe, so. Sam and Tucker said you’d take care of it.”

His dad nodded, and a silence fell. It felt somewhat awkward, so after a long moment he cleared his throat.

“So, uh. How was the other Danny? From what I heard he was pretty good at keeping secrets, but apparently you guys figured it out anyway?”

“He may or may not have freaked out when we were too accepting,” Jazz said, carefully. “He, ah. Had a ghost sense, which went off when he came home. He might’ve gotten a little freaked out with how excited everyone was to see ghost powers from him. You.”

“Heh, yeah.” He grinned a little, hollowly. “I suppose he lasted longer than I did, anyway. I don’t think I went five minutes before Sam and Tucker figured me out.”

“I do wonder how this all happened, anyway.” Maddie ruffled Danny’s hair, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I’m glad to have you back, sweetie, but I just worry. It happened once, who says it won’t happen again?”

“Well, I mean, we figured out what happened.” He sat back up, his smile growing a little more genuine. “Sam and Tucker took me into the Ghost Zone to meet with one of their allied ghosts. Apparently it was caused by a ghost artifact. Remember that necklace, Mom?”

“Oh gosh, did that cause all this?” Her eyes grew wide and guilty. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

“It’s alright.” He shrugged dismissively. “Anyway, apparently it was designed to fixate on universes that were… unbalanced? Or that had gone wrong, somehow. So my… lack of powers, that was what had caused it to activate.”

The heavy arm that wrapped around his shoulder startled him, briefly, and he looked up and met his dad’s eyes. “Speaking of which, Danny-boy… We’re sorry about our… insistence.”

“Your… insistence?” He frowned, twisting to look at his dad, then his mom. “What do you mean?”

“We… were so fixated on you being half-ghost like us…” His mother heaved a sigh. “We talked with the… the other Danny. And he mentioned that he never told his own parents about being half-ghost. Because he was afraid of how they would react, of what they would think. And Jazz pointed out that that was damaging, to think of your family like they wouldn’t love you for who – or what – you are. And we realized…”

“Oh,” he said, quietly, realizing where this was going. “You realized that you were doing the same thing, sort of? By insisting that I must be half-ghost, too?”

“Well, yeah.” She smiled, but it didn’t seem very happy at all. “So… we’re sorry, Danny, for that.”

“That’s… alright.” He patted her on the hand, shooting her a warm smile. “You were right, anyway. We compared stories and used some of their tech, and we confirmed that I’ve always had a ghost core. But when I was young I had an accident, remember?”

“With the Human Trapper?” His dad’s eyes grew wide in realization. “Oh lord. Did that damage your ghost core to such an extent that you didn’t get your powers?”

Danny shrugged, grin growing a little sheepish. “That’s what we think, at least. We had no way to confirm, of course. But my core wasn’t damaged, just entirely out of energy. Supposedly the equivalent to your invention in their universe, the Ghost Catcher, purged ectoplasmic contamination. So assuming ours worked similar, it might’ve gotten rid of all my ectoplasm, thus running my core dry.”

“I wonder…” His mom made a somewhat pained expression. “I mean, we accept you as you are, of course, but… I wonder if such a thing could be fixed.”

“Well…” Danny pushed himself off of the couch entirely, all of a sudden. He stepped forward, stuck out his chest, and raised his arms in the air. Calling on his core, triggering the transformation, it was as easy as breathing. Entirely natural, like he’d been born to do it.

The rings shifted over him quickly, the light washing away his human form to reveal his ghost form. Briefly, in the short moment it took, he wondered if the other Danny had shown them Phantom.

But the wide-eyed and teary looks he received from his parents told him everything he needed to know. They hadn’t seen it. Hadn’t seen his ghost form until right now, this very moment.

He’d gotten to show them after all.

“Oh, Danny.” His mom suddenly leapt forward, bright lights flashing once more. Her cool arms wrapped around him as they both floated in the living room, her chartreuse eyes tearing up and sparkling with happiness. “Oh, my baby boy. Look at you!”

His dad joined them as well, having shifted to his own ghost form. His green eyes, darker than Danny’s own, were watering as well. Wordlessly, the man wrapped his massive arms around the two of them.

When Jazz joined them, moments later, she was dragged into the hug as well.

Man, he couldn’t wait to show the jerks at school! Finally he was… Finally he was like he was supposed to be.

Finally, things were right.

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