#weird 3am rant

[hideneverseek]

I can't handle people that shit on DIY body mods arguing that a professional piercer or tattoo artist will "actually know what they're doing" and there's less risk of infection or something?

Like I sterilize my area, supplies, and jewlery before I do any mods and I've been doing my own and other people's mods for years now. It's free or at most I'll charge a friend $30 for whatever (my lucky bastard partner gets everything for free lmfao). I'm clear about my level of experience, don't promise anything I can't do, and I've never had an issue with infection or bodily rejection of a piercing.

Anyway, long rant short, these weird snobs can throw away thousands of dollars on body mods when I have months of supplies for myself and friends for like $60 I guess.

"go 2 professional!!!!! U don't know what ur doing!!!!!!"

Guess I'm gonna wake up one day and my 14 self done piercings and 14 self done tattoos that have all healed perfectly will go septic and I'll just die in bed because I didn't specifically go to a professional, same for anyone I've ever done body mods on, and gave a haircut to or something cause I'm not a professional hair stylist either. Better stop playing video games because I dont have 59 PS5's to run it on for the processing power they use for trailers and premiers and shit. Better quit working as a cook because I don't have a culinary degree, I only got the job because I know how to handle food, but fuck I guess I'm not a "professional professional"

[neaverse]

I hate character x reader with a burning passion

[vampiresinforks]

I was just about to comment how sad I am that all the Edward stans seem to be on the American continent so I miss all their posts and discussions (unless I'm randomly awake in the middle of the week at 3 am like an idiot, like r n)

and then that Carlisle and Jasper sex post followed right after and now I wanna go to bed

[jonathanrook]

scrolling through my ao3 bookmarks like why the fuck is this here

[deus-ex-mona]

there’s a non-non-zero chance of success though… _(:3 」∠)_

[houseofevanbuckley]

I need to vent, something happened on my trip back from a concert today and I’m very much not over it

Like I’ve been hella drunk in my life, I’ve taken drugs and woke up in weird ass situations

But I never rubbed myself on somebody else in the train, I never tried to get my legs on a guy shoulder on the fucking train, somebody I don’t even know

Like seeing my phone screen and asking about who was on it was weird enough (it was Oliver Stark btw) and I didn’t even answer because he was kinda pushie about it and I was talking to my friend and being interrupted by a drunk guy is not my ideas of fun

But then he asked again, and again and he was with a friend that was sober and his friend had to actually grab him and tell him to stop

I ignored him the whole trip but then he sat in front of him and started to rub my feet with his, which made me move mine and focus only on my friends, I didn’t even want to acknowledge it

He kept rubbing and I kept talking to her (my friend) except I got distracted every few seconds because he really pushed on my feet before he went to rub his thigh on mine

I just went to try to pretend he didn’t even exist When he rose his fucking legs almost to my shoulder to try to put it there and that’s when I shouted from the surprise of it and his friend grab his leg to slam it back down

He tried to raise his legs 3 times and each time his friend had to grab his leg to push it back down

In the end they moved seats when free seats opened but I feel so pissed and grossed out by the whole thing …

[krenia]

i'm convinced half of my oc lore just pops into existence because i'm sketching my neglected sapphics (as per usual) and i had a 'damn i don't remember their height difference lemme check moment' and i was so fucking sure these bitches were shorter

[nobodyputsbabyinacorner]

I exist against my will and one day I shall find the god that made it so and fuck them up

[moonbeamwritings]

Hitoshi has known Denki for long enough to know that receiving a TikTok link from him at 3AM is never a good thing, especially not when it’s accompanied by a text that reads “ayooo i wish you’d look at me like that” followed by a dozen drooling, weeping, and woozy emojis.

Squinting tired eyes at the screen, Hitoshi reluctantly taps the link. He’s already more than a little sleep deprived; what’s another minute wasted watching some stupid video? Except, Hitoshi’s heart quickens, his eyes widening when he sees himself onscreen, decked out in his hero costume.

It’s a video from a week ago, taken shortly after a villain attack. It was minor, no major injuries or destruction, but you both had lingered on scene until everyone was properly taken care of. In it, you and him are standing practically shoulder to shoulder, eyes scanning over something offscreen. Hitoshi watches with rapt attention as you giggle, dropping your hand to his elbow and staring up at him with a friendly smile. He can’t remember what he’d said that afternoon to make you smile like that, but warmth floods his cheeks as he recalls the feeling of your body so close to his and the sweet sound of your laugh. 

Whoever took the video lingers on his face long enough to catch the moment Shinsou’s expression shifts when you finally look away. No longer under your scrutiny, Hitoshi has the freedom to stare unabashedly, gaze shifting along the line of your side profile, a smirk tugging at his lips all the while. Before the video cuts away, Shinsou straightens his back and crosses his arms, widening his stance. The smirk doesn’t drop, though he has the decency to tuck it behind his binding scarf.

It loops and loops as Hitoshi’s mouth drops open in abject horror. Over and over again he comes face to face with the feelings he’d been trying, and apparently spectacularly failing, to hide. The video already has thousands upon thousands of likes and just as many favorites. The comments share Denki’s sentiments, ranting about how hot Shinsou is, how pretty and how lucky you are. How obvious the tension between you two is. Shit.

He falls down a comment thread filled with speculations that the two of you are already dating or that you’re hooking up, though some naysayers prefer to ship you with Deku or Dynamight. Nope, he thinks to himself when one commenter suggests you’ve been dating since high school. Just hopelessly pining. And Hitoshi’s face feels much too hot as he presses it into his pillow to muffle a long, embarrassed groan.

It feels weird, almost invasive, to see himself through someone else’s eyes, and sure, the conversation had happened on the sidewalk in broad daylight, but Hitoshi can’t fight the feeling of discomfort that lingers beneath his skin. He’s always been pretty reserved, quiet or pensive where other heroes may be more outgoing, so the video, and it’s climbing view count, leave him feeling put on the spot. Curse his dreams of becoming a pro-hero.

When he flips to press his back into the mattress and stare at the ceiling, he only hopes you haven’t seen it, lest you witness his crush on you on repeat (with an incessant pop song in the background). He texts Denki a few eye roll emojis and surrenders himself to the rapid beat of his heart and another sleepless night.

[aemmawrites]

I hate that I Love you

wc. 945 tw. toxic amber, cussing pairing- Amber freeman x reader

Ever since you were younger you had a certain way you liked to do things.

You liked to have everything organized and structured. But as you learned life always comes with obstacles. Obstacles, you’ve learned, are inevitable.

Just like the obstacle laying beside you.

Amber freeman.

To say you were a perfectionist was an understatement, you had the same routine you stuck to every morning. Wake up, get ready for school, cheerleading practice, homework, get ready for bed, sleep.

Repeat.

Everything was perfect, and then a disruption in your routine happened. Wakeup, get ready for school, bump into Amber Freeman on the way to cheer practice, regret your life choices, homework, get ready for bed, sleep.

Amber was a character for sure, she was bad for you, and you knew that, even now as you sat in her bed, relaxed with your head in her lap while she watched the stab movies for the third time this week.

One year.

You guys have been together for one whole year. And you’ve never felt worse. Crying yourself to sleep at night when she accused you of cheating, arguing over stupid things such as your skirt being a little too short, silent treatment for weeks until you admitted you were wrong even when you weren’t, somehow making you feel like without her you could do nothing, you would be nothing.

You suppose it was your fault as amber would say, “you knew how I was when you first agreed to date me, so what's the problem now”

flashback

You were late.

Of course, as you realized you were going to have extra laps at practice for being late, you started to speed walk down the hallways, not paying attention, you bumped into one accidentally tripping and bringing them down with you. Frantically you looked up to see who you rushed in to and immediately apologized. “I'm so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention and I-”

“Shut up” was all she said, glaring at you making you look down in embarrassment.

“I don't need an apology, I need you to watch where you're going”, she looked up and paused, analyzing the girl in front of her. You both looked at each other as if waiting for eachothers next move. You made a move to leave and get out of the awkward situation before she stepped in front of you and said “wait.”

And then it all went downhill from their

now

“Are you even paying attention?” Amber whispered as if not to scare you. You looked up at her before responding, “yeah im just tired, also we’ve seen this movie 10 times already, this month,” Amber rolled her eyes, getting ready to rant about how the stab franchise is worth rewatching, you sighed.

You moved your head off her lap and onto the pillow next to her. “I'm going to sleep” is all you could say before Amber started a new argument with you.

Again.

Amber looked over at you  with a frown, “so your tired now, but not when that Olivia girl was talking to you, you seem so energized, but now your tired.”

One moment of peace was all you wanted, you turned to face amber before saying. “Amber, me and Olivia are on the cheer team together, where friends, and friends talk. Also it’s 3am and we have been watching movies for the past 6 hours, I'm tired.” You tried to reason.

Amber quickly responded with “you can either stay up with me and watch movies, or spend the night with Olivia since you seem to like her so much.”

You snapped, this wasn’t that big of a deal based on things Amber has done to you in the past, but it was like everything that had ever made you mad, upset, and sad came to the top. “Amber, my life doesn’t revolve around you and you honestly need to get over yourself!”

Silence.

Amber's eyes widened as if it was crazy that you would talk back to her, so she did what she did best, hurt you. “How can you say that, after all I have done for you, when we first met you were just some weird loner with no friends, I made you who you are, your nothing without me”

“Fuck you Amber, i'm leaving” here you were trying your best and it was never enough for her, you started to get dress as you felt hands wrap around your waist. And just like that happy Amber was back.

Amber smiled at you as if to make the situation better. “I'm sorry, you know how I get, you know I didn’t mean it, please stay,” as much as you wanted to relax into her touch you knew better, so you ignored her and put your shoes on.

“Are you really going to walk home at three in the morning, that's not safe” Amber smiled as she nodded her head to the window, and just now you noticed how dark it was. Weighing your options, you sighed and went to make a move to go outside. She quickly grabbed your wrist before saying “don’t be stupid it’s not safe, stay here, where I can protect you, where I can hold you, you just said you were tired, let's go to sleep.”

Before you could say anything she started pushing you back towards her bed, using her strength to keep you from trying to leave. You tried to leave, you really did but you were tired, it was scary outside, and the way Amber was looking at you right now made your heart melt. So you sighed as she tried to coax you to come back to her bed, you relented, you gave up, and just like that you were back in her arms, back in her bed.

Again.

This was the part in your routine where you regret your life choices.

[happyandticklish]

I've Created a Monster

So, I took the, maybe ill-advised, plunge, and told the dude I've been seeing for the past three months that I'm into tickling

And it turned out fucking great, I still cannot believe my luck in this area

Apologies if I rant for a bit. I have been living out my dreams for the past couple of weeks and need to share it with someone (outside of a few people already in the community who I've already told) or I will explode. It gets a tad TMI at the end, so I put that bit under the cut for people's comfort. So beware of that in advance

So a bit of background. I had been seeing this dude for about a month and a half when we got on the subject of kinks. At first just kind of generally discussing them, and eventually getting into what we're into. And I admitted that I had one that was a bit weird, not only because it was unorthodox, but also because I had a huge amount of trouble actually saying what it was, which of course spiked his curiosity. But he was really chill about it and didn't push, but there kept being tickly moments that kept popping up naturally in the relationship, none of which were lasting longer than a couple seconds. As such, mostly out of frustration at the brevity of these moments, I mustered up the courage at 3am to finally confess.

He was quiet for a bit and mostly just held me (I think because I definitely looked as anxious as I felt--I also have to give him props for having patience during the three fucking minutes it took me to confess because I was working up the courage to simply say the Word). Then he started asking me how long I'd known that I was into it, why I was into it, what appealed to me about tickling, things along that line, all of which I stumbled my way through answering. He then proceeded to inform me that he didn't think I was weird, or that liking tickling was weird, and that he had been expecting much worse and thought it was kind of cute.

After that, tickling started cropping up more in the relationship. It took a while to explain that I was totally okay with more intense tickling and that me squirming away and sometimes asking him to stop were reflexes that should be ignored (it was somewhat endearing how he would immediatelly stop to make sure I was good, if somewhat frustrating sometimes), but he eventually got it. He even briefly pinned me down once, a move he has yet to repeat, but eventually I will get up the courage to ask him to.

I had told him that I was into both doing and receiving the tickling, but also that he was under no pressure to get tickled if he didn't want to. But after a while we were cuddling when he said, quote, "I think I'm actually into this tickling thing. It feels kind of nice whenever you do it to me, and I do love how much it gets to you." And then gave me permission to tickle him, which was way more than I was hoping for

Although he is able to control his reactions and just stay still for it which is baffling to me ("well if I moved, it would stop happening??" yeah?? I know?? But most people can't do that shit 🤨)

Guys. He started looking into tools and shit. This man is researching into the community. Came to me all excited like a dork, talking about feathers and toothbrushes and the fucking Wartenberg Wheel and how he thinks that he'd may be be down to include bondage with tickling stuff (which I'd mentioned I'd be into before). He was all, "I also discovered that some people are into tickle torture, isn't that wild?" Meanwhile I'm over here like, "yeah, it is wild, isn't it, imagine that haha"

He's suggested safe words on his own too, worked out boundaries,,,,

Anyways. He's embraced this way more than I can image and I am living the dream

TMI under cut! Avert your eyes if shmexy things make you uncomfy!

He's also started tickling me while we fuck (and sometimes when he goes down on me) and my fellow people of tumblr. It makes everything so insanely intense. I have had to be like, "babe, I love this, this is great, but I cannot concentrate on any coherent goal if you keep this up".

Also definitely discovered that my ass is ticklish during this process and it is a fact that he will not let go. Not that I am complaining 😏

[peoplesgraves]

Tamagotchi

Yandere Boss X Assistant Reader

Being the assistant to one of the worlds brightest minds was no easy task. Geniuses are usually at least a little insane and your boss was no exception. Always calling you at weird hours to babble about his newest discovery or making you work through lunch by keeping him company in the lab. You weren’t at all suspicious when he called you in at 3am, just assuming he’d had a breakthrough.

As he explained his newest and ‘greatest’ invention to you you started to feel more and more unease. He was ranting wildly and flailing his hands around. The worst part though was the smile that never left his lips or his eyes. He pushes you to test the strange machine ignoring any of your questions and concerns in place of strapping you down, for your own safety of course.

it’s almost like you split into your most basic parts and then were mashed back together in the same instant. Everything looks and feels wrong and you can feels your strange new domain shake before a face appears. Much larger than you but not unfamiliar, he sports the same dopey grin as he looks down on you.

Had you been your normal self you’d see what had him so happy. No longer having to worry about his poor assistant, no more need for hidden cameras or trackers, not when you now resided in a safe place where he could keep you to himself and watch over you forever more. Trapped behind a screen like some twisted virtual pet.

[ughgoaway]

Dying to know what you would write for y/n’s first Mother’s Day with Matty and Annie

this is so so interesting to think about!!!!

so I think for the first mothers Day when you're with matty, nothing out of the ordinary happens. or nothing out of the ordinary happens to you anyway.

you ask matty a few days before how Annie feels about it, and he casually says, "Oh, she doesn't really mind. she knows it's coming, and to her, it's just another day!" So you treat it like that too.

you don't go out of your way to comment on it or make a big deal. You just get on with your day! the same cannot be said for matty...

he doesn't think Annie feels any way about it, seemingly like her normal bubbly self. But just as he's taking her to bed- she says something.

he feels strange the whole day. this is the first time he's had a girlfriend that annie knows about, and it's an actual serious relationship.

he knows it's way too soon, and you're not Annie's mum, but it kind of feels like you are?? and he's not sure how to feel.

"Did you have a good Mother's Day, Daddy?"

matty pauses and looks at Annie confused before slowly saying, "... yes, I did, sweetheart. why do you ask?"

"You were being weird around y/n allllllll day," Annie answers, organising her toys carefully as she speaks.

matty decided not to share this internal monologue with Annie and simply said, "Oh. I didn't mean to be. I'm just worried about you i think munchkin"

oh.

had he been? matty thought he'd been pretty normal, casual, and cool. but if Annie had noticed- he definitely had not been.

fuck he hope you didn't notice (you didn't, too distracted by trying a new banana bread recipe lol)

"Why?" Annie said with a scrunched up face, matty had to stifle a laugh at her confused face.

"I know it must be hard on days like this because your mummy isn't in our lives. I just want to make sure my best girl is okay. " matty strokes Annie's head as she lies down to sleep.

"I'm fine, Daddy." she says nonchalantly, "Plus, y/n is like my mummy now anyway, so maybe next year we can all have fun"

with that, she drifts off, leaving matty in stunned silence. he truly is just 👁👄👁 for 10 minutes.

he doesn't mention it to you, but he does think about it INTENSELY.

////

now cut to a few years later, you and matty are going strong (perhaps even engaged...) and it's rolling up to mothers Day again.

and this year- you both feel odd.

you really had become Annie's mum. you sent out family cards from the 3 of you, you go to her parent's evenings (when you can slip away from doing them yourself lol) and you have lived with them for a while.

you do everything for Annie and love her endlessly. She feels like your own child.

matty stirs awake and sees you lying there, voice heavy with sleep he asks, "Are you alright, baby? why are you awake?"

so you bring it up to matty.

One night, you're lying in bed awake, and it's far too late, but you're just staring at the ceiling.

in your sleep deprived state, you don't hesitate to get straight to the point, "Am I Annie's mum?"

Well... that was NOT what matty was expecting to hear. this wasn't a topic he thought he'd be tackling at 3am on a Wednesday but, fuck it! here he goes.

"...what brought this up, babe?" matty asks tentatively, pulling you into his chest. you rest your head on him and sigh heavily before speaking.

"Um... I think that really depends on how you and annie feel. from my perspective? yes?" matty sounds unsure as he speaks, feeling like he's walking on egg shells

"I don't wanna scare you or anything, but you are practically her mum." matty pauses for a reply, but you stay silent, the only audible noise being your joint breathing.

"I don't know, with mothers Day coming up, it's just been on my mind. I feel like a mother, I act like a mother, and I do everything a mother does. but am I a mum? I didn't give birth to her, and I wasn't here from the start, so it feels selfish to call myself one and-"

matty shushes you and cuts off your rant before it goes too far, "its not selfish, sweetheart - it's realistic." matty pauses and takes a breath before continuing.

"If it helps, Annie said you were already her mum that very first mothers Day you spent with us. so I wouldn't think too deeply about it. " he shrugs as he speaks and turns the bedside lamp off.

matty had assumed this would calm you - it did not.

"Don't worry about it, babe. I'll do it," matty says, bringing you back down and wrapping the duvet around the two of you.

"WHAT." You pull up and look at matty wide-eyed, leaning over him and flicking the light back on

he looks back confused, and you really have to take a moment to realise hes not being intentionally dumb.

"Why did you only just decide to tell me this??? it's been years, Matthew!!! oh god, this changes everything. I have to talk to her about it. fucking hell-"

"really?"

so he did! it was the day before mothers Day, and you were out shopping with charli. she needed a new dress for a fancy date george was talking her on, and you were more than happy to help!

"of course"

///

Annie was peacefully sat on the sofa watching high school musical 2 with mayhem. He was peacefully snoring in her lap as she sang along to fabulous (the best hsm movie and the best song, btw)

"So... Annie, how are you..."

fuck. Why would he ask that?? what a shit way to start.

Annie pauses and looks at matty weirdly before responding, "okay i think?"

"Good, good... can we talk?"

"Do you want to do anything for mothers Day this year? for y/n, i mean. not me or anything. that would be weird." matty stops himself going off on a tangent and coughs awkwardly and waits for a response.

Annie pauses the movie and nods tentatively, matty sits next to her and can't help but jump straight in.

his nerves were ruining any chance at a coherent thought.

5 seconds feels like 5 hours, but he couldn't be more relieved when she excitedly says, "Yes!!! oh, please, can we!?! I want to get her flowers and chocolates!!"

matty sighs a breath of relief and nods. He grabs his keys and says, "Definitely. let's go to tesco then, cmon!"

///

the next morning, matty is up early... suspiciously early.

you wake up to whispered voices and hear a tray clanging slightly,

annie and matty saying "surprise!!" wakes you up fully, and you are shocked to see them with a tray of pancakes, coffee, and a bouquet of flowers.

immediately you tear up, but you have to ask to make sure you're not misinterpreting this.

"Oh wow! what's all this???" You say sitting up as matty puts the tray next to you on the bed.

"Happy mothers Day!!!" squeals Annie excitedly, "Dad said I was finally allowed to give you presents today!" she smiles big as she finishes, almost looks anxious awaiting your response.

tears start rolling down your cheeks, and you pull Annie in, squeezing her so tight she loses all the air in her lungs.

"Oh, Annie. thank you so so much. I love you, sweetheart." You pull back and wipe your tears, and Annie can't look happier, gummy smile and bright eyes staring back at you.

shyly, she says, "You're welcome. i love you too"

"You want to share my pancakes, sweet girl?" You ask, already cutting it up for the two of you.

"yes!!!" Annie says bouncing on the bed.

matty might as well not be there, but that is honestly exactly how he wanted to feel.

you don't need him. you're Annie's parent now too.

[seattlesellie]

“elliesplains the universe to u” STOP THAT’S SO CUTE

i just know she’d just randomly go on rants all the time ,, like i feel like when something peaked her interest she’d hyperfixate over it and make it her whole personality for like 3 weeks

like say she’s reading some random magazine in a doctors office waiting for u to be done with your appointment and she reads about this new species of fish that’s just been discovered ,, she’d research it obsessively and spew random facts / go on rants about this random fucking fish for DAYS :((

ellie watching all types of documentaries about random things n texting u about them at 3am :(( like “did you know?????!!!!!” and its so cute n like before u fall asleep and its dead silent and shes spooning you <333 u suddenly hear her brain rewiring and like she sighs and sniffles a few times n u just know she has something to say like you can feel it and its like “yeah ellie?” and she’s like “isnt it so weird that elephants like—communicate through vibrations”

[armed-with-knitting-needles]

A 3AM Encounter

My first fic for Phic Phight!

The prompts were: "an encounter between valarie and sam on a patrol" by @allulily and "Sam is rescued by the Red Huntress and accidentally lets Valerie’s real name slip during the heat of the moment. Valerie has never shared her secret with anyone but her father. Does she threaten Sam or will her loneliness convince her to accept Sam's help?" by @dreamwraith

Valerie stared at the furious girl below her in shock. Her hoverboard was stuck in one of the branches slightly above her as she clung to the trunk of an old oak tree in her huntress uniform. “You shot me,” she blurted, too shocked to yell.

Below her, Sam Manson huffed, a still steaming ectogun in her hands, “Yeah, well you shot me first.” 

“I thought you were a ghost.” Valerie started to inch her way up the tree towards her hoverboard. 

“How the hell did you mistake me for a ghost?” Sam asked, her nostrils flaring, “Do I look like I’m glowing?”

Valerie swallowed nervously. “Well, yeah, a little bit,” she said, just a little defensively, “the vest does make it look like you're glowing in the right light.” She straightened herself up as much as she could while still clinging to the tree. “You should be a more careful, citizen.”

And wasn’t that a twist. Sam Manson was wearing a reflective vest in the middle of the night in a ghost infested park on a Tuesday. What on Earth was that about? It really wasn’t Valerie's fault that she mistook the bright, reflective figure in the night for a ghost.

Sam didn’t seem to agree. 

“I should be more careful?” she asked, her voice rising in a way Valerie instinctively associated with an overloud rant about the evils of the world. “Me? The one wearing the reflective vest? The vest specifically made so that people don’t get, I don’t know, hit by cars?”

“Uh…” Valerie started climbing towards her hoverboard faster. Sam was getting a little wild with the ectogun while she was gesturing. 

“I really should have expected this from you, you know?” Sam continued ranting, “I really fucking should have!” 

“‘Oh, she’s getting better, Sam,’” Sam said, in a mockingly deep voice, “‘She’s really started to think before she shoots.’”

 Valerie was beyond confused. Was she talking about Phantom? They had been on better terms lately. But, how did Samantha Manson, best friend of the son of two ghost hunters, know Phantom?

“Well, guess what? I’m not really feeling it. I just got shot as a completely benign human.” 

“You, uh, did have a ghost weapon on you,” Valerie pointed out, somewhat more defensively, “That kind of thing can trigger sensors.” She was almost to her hoverboard.

Valerie stilled as she felt the full force of Sam’s glare. “Please, maybe the GIW’s stuff is that janky, but I know you have better equipment than that.”

Valerie narrowed her eyes. This situation was just not adding up. “How do you know that? What are you even doing out here?” 

The air shifted. Sam cleared her throat. 

“Oh, well,” she started, voice slightly wobbly, “I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk.”

 It was 3 am, but this was Sam, who had a tendency to do what she wanted when she wanted, so it was possible she was telling the truth, if unlikely. 

“And I know your equipment is better than the GIW because, uh, it looks so much nicer…” She trailed off before rebounding. “And you’ve never shot at random humans carrying weapons.” Her eyes darkened. “At least not before today.” 

That was weird. Something really was off about this whole situation. “Fine, you’re right, it is better than the Guys in White. It didn’t register you as a ghost. That was all me.” She started wiggling the hoverboard to see just how stuck it was or if anything was broken. That would suck. 

“Yeah, that's what I thought,” Sam said, still standing there, arms crossed, but seemingly out of things to say.  

Actually, that was part of the weirdness of everything. Usually civilians got away fast. If she was there, a ghost was almost certainly nearby. They definitely didn’t stick around after being shot (not that she really had any other experience with that). They especially didn’t stick around to shoot back. 

 “Why are you still here?” Valerie asked as she checked the rockets on the back of her board for debris. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam shift on her heels. “I, uh, kinda shot you, too,” Sam said, awkwardly, “I figured I should stick around to make sure you were okay. You went kinda far.”

Valerie fiddled with the controller on her wrist to make sure the system was operational. “You shot me with an ectogun,” she said, mostly focused on the controls, “I’m human. I’m fine.” 

“You went kinda far for just a human,” Sam said, tone noticeably neutral.

Valerie was distracted trying to piece together what that meant when one of the rockets on the hoverboard suddenly flared. Valerie tried to correct and balance the board back onto the branch, but it was too late. It careened towards the ground… and towards Sam.

“Look out!” Valerie shouted as she launched herself out of the tree, attempting to force the hoverboard to turn using her wrist controller all the while. Sam was trying to jump out of the way, but her split second decision had her going into the hoverboard's path. 

It was only luck that Valerie hit Sam before the hurtling slab of metal did, slamming her into the grass as the hoverboard crashed directly to their right. Valerie started to right herself, only to smell the distinct tang of ectoplasm hitting the air and hear the hissing of gas. She pressed herself down onto Sam again. 

There was a loud boom and then the feeling of hot metal hitting her shoulder . Valerie hissed, laying there on top of Sam in the grass, thoughts of what almost happened ringing through her head. 

There was a nudge to her shoulder, but Valerie ignored it. Her hoverboard was destroyed. That was going to be hell to replace. 

Another nudge, accompanied by words Valerie didn’t really hear. 

Her hoverboard was destroyed and it had almost taken someone out in the process. A human being. 

More words that Valerie's brain wasn’t quite comprehending. 

Her hoverboard had almost killed Sam. She had almost killed Sam. First she’d shot at her, beacause hse couldn’t even correctly identify a ghost, then her hoverboard almost took her head off. What kind of hero was she? Could she even–

“Valerie!” 

Valerie snapped back to reality at the sound of her name. She stared at the girl under her. Right, she was on top of Sam. That had to be getting uncomfortable. 

She rolled off onto the grass next to Sam. Then she froze. Sam had called her “Valerie.” She was in her hunting suit. The helmet was on. She turned her head towards Sam, who was starting to sit up on her elbows. 

“You just called me Valerie,” she said, keeping her voice as even as possible. How the hell did Samantha Manson of all people know who she was?

Sam scrambled to her feet. Confessing through her actions that, yes, Valerie had heard right, even as her mouth insisted. “Valerie? What are you talking about? I called you the Red Huntress.”

Valerie narrowed her eyes. “No, you didn’t,” she nearly whispered, as she managed to get herself back into a standing position. “How did you know?” She clutched a hand over her left shoulder. She wasn’t sure if the shrapnel had pierced her suit.

Sam glanced over her shoulder, looking like she was about to bolt. “What are you talking about?” she said, laughing somewhat hysterically, “Did you hit your head?” She shifted again, briefly meeting Valerie’s eyes. “Besides, even if I did know something, it's not like I would tell anyone. I’m not an asshole.”

Valerie took a deep breath. Freaking out wouldn’t do any good. All it would do was scare Sam off. She wasn’t too hurt and she could probably catch her if she needed to, but that would set the wrong tone for the whole conversation. 

“Hey,” Valerie said, with just a touch of sarcasm, “I’m not mad at you. I just want to know how you found out.” And who else knew. Did Danny know? Sam was one of his best friends. 

“I…” Sam started, “I mean, I —” 

The way Sam was shifting, Valerie was positive she was about to pull some excuse out of her ass. Valerie was ready though. She was positive that she could get to the bottom of this tonight. 

“Sam!” an echoing voice called from above them. 

Valerie looked up, bewildered, to see Phantom. What the hell? Did Sam actually know Phantom?

“Are you okay?” he asked, as he flew down to their level, “I heard a lot of shouting and then an explosion. Is anyone hurt?”

“Da– I mean, Phantom,” she stumbled, “I’m fine!” She motioned to Valerie, “I think Valerie hurt her arm though.”

Valerie froze as all the pieces fell into place. This was it. This was why Sam knew. 

“You!” Valerie yelled at Phantom. He looked at her as if startled by her anger. He should know better. 

“It was you, you life-ruining ghost. You were the one who told her.” 

Phantom blinked. “I – What?”

Valerie took advantage of his supposed confusion. Her arm might be sore, but it wasn’t hurt enough to affect her aim. She switched out her gun and lined up the shot.

“Ow!” Phantom yelled, rubbing his chest, “What was that for? I thought we were doing better.”

“That’s what I thought, too,” Valerie growled, “But apparently, you’ve been going around telling people my secret identity.”

“What?” Phantom asked, sounding thoroughly panicked, “No,I haven’t!”

Valerie lined up another shot. She had no reason to trust a ghost. 

Her shot went wide as Sam yanked on the gun. 

“Hey,” she yelled, “D– Phantom didn’t tell me anything. You can’t just accuse him of things ‘cause you’re scared.”

Valerie's eyes narrowed at Sam. It was a mistake. As soon as she took her eyes off Phantom she felt his presence leave. 

She cursed, immediately looking to the sky. He was already flying over the trees. 

She turned back to Sam, nostrils flaring inside her helmet. “I have to take care of this,” she said, keeping her voice both low and hard, “But, tomorrow, you and I are going to have a long talk.”

With that, she sprinted off in the direction she had last seen Phantom. Her board may have been broken, but her suit made her faster than any average human. Sam wouldn’t be able to follow.

And on top of that, the little “ectoblast” she’d hit him with had a tracker hidden inside of it. It might not have done any damage and she might not be able to keep up with him, but she would know where he kept himself hidden by the end of the night. 

First she would deal with Phantom, the snitch, then, tomorrow, she would deal with Sam. One thing at a time. 

[thebetawolfgirl]

His Chaotic Girl

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: None. Just pure fluff.

A/N: Couldn’t sleep last night so wrote this at 1am.

His Chaotic Girl

Timmy woke up at 2am in the morning to find himself alone in bed, and sat up immediately scanning the room for his girlfriend.

‘Y/n?’ He whispered to the empty room heating no reply. He pushed the covers back and got out throwing a sweat top on him and heading towards the living room where he found his girlfriend of 2 years sitting on the large window sill looking out at the sleeping city of New York hugging her bare knees.

‘Baby?’ He walked over to her as she looked up at him.

‘I’m sorry, did I wake you?’ She stood up to stand in front of him as he smiled lovingly and shook his head. ‘No, I woke up because I didn’t feel you beside me. Not because you were making noise, you’re as quiet as a mouse.’

He tucked her hair behind her ear before wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back.

‘Your thoughts consume you my love. You need to write them down or talk to get it all out.’

She nodded against his shoulder and sighed as he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist and sat down. ‘Talk. Rant. Ramble. Whatever helps.’

She sighed and began talking to him and once she started she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted too. Timmy listened patiently and rubbed his fingers over her knuckles when she clenched her fists to keep the tears at bay, and held her tight when she finally did cry. She eventually drifted off in his arms at 3am, and he carried her to bed.

He knew what he was getting into when they met. His friends, her friends even her own family tried to ‘warn him’ that she was broken and her mind went a million miles a minute. He didn’t care about either of their friends, but her family shouldn’t have been the people to warn him or scare him away from her, he found that fact particularly disturbing and a little bit disgusting to be fair.

Her intelligence and her ability to feel empathy made her extremely sensitive so she felt absolutely EVERYTHING.

Timmy absolutely loved that about her, it only proved to him that as much as she could run circles around even the most intellectual people he knew, she also had a huge heart.

And God her mind was incredible, the way it worked and how she saw the world. Timmy thought he would never find anyone in this world that was like him. An old soul, who saw the world differently than others. Someone who could SEE!

On their first date they were at the restaurant until closing time because they were so deep in their conversation. Then they just walked around the city until dusk. He walked her home and left feeling more alive than he had ever felt.

They woke up the next morning and just stayed in bed. They talked, they watched tv he read to her and she showed him some of her paintings she had been working on. They were incredible.

Other people thought she was weird and abnormal, he thought she was an absolute fucking genius. And he told her that one time and she just laughed shoving his shoulder.

Later they went for a walk around Central Park and he bought her a pretzel which she thanked him for and munched on.

She was weird to everyone but to him she was his chaotic girl.

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