#THE LISTER ONE IS SO REAL TRUST ME GUYS

[immortalonus]

Where You Belong: Chapter 3

A/N: I hate this chapter so, so much. Unfortunately, I also couldn't find any way around it. If I got anything wrong, chances are I just missed it, so feel free to let me know.

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“...Humans with ghost powers!? Crazy, right?” Valerie snorted, then paused.

“Or humans that turn into ghosts, or ghosts that—stay human when they die or whatever. The important thing is that there was a part of Ellie that was real. And if it hadn't been for Phantom, I'd have just left her there with Plasmius, to do whatever—to hurt—to—”

Valerie took a moment, struggling to admit out loud what she had already begun suspect for herself.

“—kill her. he was gonna murder a little girl, mama, and if Phantom hadn't convinced me she still had some human in her, if I hadn't listened to a ghost, I woulda let him.”

Phantom, if she hadn't listened to Phantom, specifically. It was a detail that still irritated her every time it came up.

The ghost boy had been so persistent, for so long in his charade of being a “good guy,” that most days, she simply tuned him out.

And truly, was that so wrong?

Up to that point, Everything Phantom had said in his own defense had been nothing more than talk. Oh, he said sorry, he said he felt bad about it, but at the end of the day, what had he done?

Ruined her fathers job and her life, then fled the scene like the criminal he was.

Stole for the hell of it and couldn't even be bothered to take the blame when he got caught.

(Valerie still had no idea why the ghost thought an “evil mind controlling clown guy,” was a reasonable excuse, at all, for anything.)

Who was always ready to fight, but never to help.

Never, not once, in all the wretched aftermath of the Grey's financial dissolutionment, had Phantom come to their aid. Not in the immediate events that came after, nor during the process of her father's dismissal, when he could well have stayed his expulsion simply by appearing, proving Damian Grey's assertions of spectral interference months before he would have been otherwise believed.

Not during the move from her childhood home to her current residence down in Elmerton. Too strapped to hire assistance, it had been down to Valerie, her father, and Fenton, who had taken his weekend off to help her move instead.

No haunting the creditors who dogged their every step, even now.

Hell, he couldn't even be bothered to tell the public that it was his fault her life was ruined! In private, yes, where he knew no one could hear. But never where it mattered, to whom it mattered, since that would require Phantom to actually give something up for once and admit what he did was wrong. Which he would never do, because Phantom, like all ghosts, was a fundamentally egotistical creature, right down to his very core.

No, Valerie had good reason to believe that she had Phantom all figured out: A showboating prig, full of hot air and false excuses, distinct from other ghosts only in his capacity to fool the masses into believing he was ever anything more.

Then Elle happened.

The ghost girl's mere existence had managed to throw Valerie's world into a whole new tailspin, leaving her reeling even as events conspired to yank more and more of her footing out from under her, teetering on the edge of her own understanding as all her convictions suffered blow after blow.

Living ghosts.

Ghostly humans.

Friends acting as enemies.

While enemies acted as friends.

“I woulda let him kill her.” She repeated, “Just like I let him kill—end—All those other ghosts I gave him, just handed 'em over for whatever freak experiments he had cooked up.”

Just like she had snuffed out who knew how many other specters during her own patrols.

How many of them were still alive in there, she wondered, underneath the ghost?

Her mother's brows seemed to furrow in response, worried, no doubt, over what exactly her daughter had done.

“I didn't mean it mama, it wasn't my fault! It was all Plasmius, you know Plasmius? That knockoff Nosferatu all the time picking fights with Phantom. He used me and he lied, and—“ Valerie licked her lips futilely seeking moisture from a mouth gone dry.

“He played human to do it.”

Valerie felt a flush of rage and shame wash over her at the words. She had been used all over again, played for a fool and manipulated just like her so-called “friends” had used her before, dangling control and importance in exchange for the very essence of her soul.

To learn that she had struck the same deal with a different kind of devil, that all her power was a tool in someone else's hands had curdled into an ache that rivaled the raw burn of a whole new betrayal.

Because unlike the A-listers she'd run with not too long ago, or even Phantom, who she'd always hated, Vlad Masters had been a man she'd seen fit to trust.

“Plasmius was Masters, and—God, they even share the same first name—My sponsor, the guy who gave me my first suit, trained me up, even kept me and daddy off the streets when things were at their worst. And me stupid enough to think it was 'cause he cared.”

A hard exclamation escaped her throat at the thought, to forceful for a scoff, too sharp for laughter.

No such thing indeed.

“Everyone's out for something. Masters—Plasmius, he was out for Phantom, and I was just the pawn that was supposed to get take him out.”

That's part of what scares me too. Why was Plasmius so dead set on Phantom? Why'd he sink so much money into taking him out? Why does Phantom hate him back?”

And it was peculiar, how much Phantom seemed to hate Plasmius. Valerie had thought for a long time that it was some kind of territory dispute, a conflict over a rare and valuable thin spot between realities. After years of chasing after Phantom, however, it became more and more clear that the ghost boy's resentment of Plasmius went beyond that of simple competition.

The mere mention of the vampiric specter was enough to turn Phantom tense and snippy, as though the mere thought of the other ghost irritated him, somehow. After witnessing the two up close, Valerie's suspicions had cemented into certainty: Phantom hated Plasmius, and he hated him personally.

“There's so much I don't know, and no one to tell me. Plasmius doesn't know that I know, and until I get out from under him, that's how it's gotta stay.”

How Valerie was supposed to get out from under Plasmius was another question entirely. Plasmius, in Vlad Master's guise, was the sole reason the Grey family had managed to keep on top of its debts for as long as they had. To make matters worse, he also provided most of the materials Valerie's suit consumed for its more elaborate systems and weaponry.

Even so, the temptation to throw it all away and smash Plasmius' smug face against her boot was a strong one, stayed only by the fear of what would happen to her father if she tried.

“Phantom went squirrelly on me too,” she said. “I thought maybe I could get something from him, since we never ended that truce. But in the end, he was still just a ghost.”

She hadn't wanted to go to Phantom, in those days between Elle's escape and her decision to plunge into the Zone, had felt too much like would be admitting something, somehow, to do so. Had it not been for the fact that Phantom was her sole and only choice, she was sure she would never have asked at all.

Once she'd made the decision to do it, he'd been easy enough to track down. She found him—where else?—but In the middle of a fight, duking it out at altitude with one of the countless animal ghosts that regularly made their way across the paltry excuse for a veil stretched across Amity Park.

The fight had been easy, the conversation that came after it, much less so.

How could someone be alive and dead at the same time? Were they alive and dead at once? all the time? Did they alternate at will? Were they born? Were they made? How many were there? A lot? How did she spot a human-ghost if she saw it? Was there a way to tell? Or did you have to guess?

Phantom had been the one to tell her that these human-ghost, ghost-human things could exist in the first place, which had lead her to expect, rather despite herself, that perhaps he could explain them, too.

So it was only natural, really, that in that moment precisely, he had chosen to clam up. He knew nothing of these miraculous hybrids, could find out nothing concerning them, and as to finding them, he had no clue at all. Nevermind that it had been he who had first told her such beings were possible in the first place, the ghost was a veritable well of ignorance, utterly unable to aid in her pursuits.

“Ghosts are narrow minded and selfish, they go round everywhere like they've got blinkers on both sides of their head. You stick an idea in front of their nose, and they grab it if they like it, and shove it away if they don't. They don't consider where you got the idea from, they don't think about why its there, they don't even goddamn care why you picked it up in the first place. All that matters is somethings blocking their little slice of the world, theirs, specifically, 'cause they wouldn't never consider any other kind.

That was Phantom's problem, he wanted a truce yeah, but his way, not mine. A truce for beating things up, not a truce for trusting and talking or or anything that might give trouble to him. That wasn't how he wanted it to work.

He was even worse with Elle. She's the only other one I could talk to—not counting you, ma—who could tell me anything about anything about what was going on!

And Elle, I couldn't track her down. When she said she had places to be, I thought she meant like Phantom when there wasn't anything fun for him to hit, not just gone! I tried tracking her, I did, but it didn't work. Either staying human hides her, or she's run too far to track.

Stupid Phantom wouldn't help me with that, neither. It was just 'oh she's fine,' this and 'why do you care' that, like I can't worry about a human girl wondering on her own without nobody to make sure she's even fed!”

Not only had he been absurdly reluctant to answer her questions, but even had the audacity to wonder if they were at all related to her continued association with Plasmius. It was an insult, beyond all doubt, as though he didn't know how little choice she had.

As though he wasn't the one who forced her into making it.

“I guess so far as he figured, if Elle wasn't being kidnapped, then she was fine. It didn't matter that she's a kid, or alone, or was stealing apples just to eat. She was strong enough to survive on her own and not melt, and that was good enough for him. He just sat there when she left, too, watching her scat like any other ghost."

Did he know how far she intended to run, or simply fail to understand why he should care?

"No matter how well he thinks he means, Phantom can't help the human parts of her. Just because she could beat any man that tried to take doesn't mean that she doesn't get—scared, or lonely, or—“ Valerie wriggled uncomfortably in her pallet of dust. “—Or that she doesn't need people. Phantom can't give that, and Plasmius is a sick piece of shit, so that left me. Just me. If I let that go, then Elle'd be alone for real.”

The worry in her mother's gaze didn't lighten, exactly, but it did shift, consternation giving way to curiosity mixed with a hearty topping of concern. It was easy to imagine the question she would have asked, if she could but speak.

“Then what is it do you think you're doing all the way out here, hm?”

Valerie sighed. This, at least, she had a clear answer for.

“I'm on a mission. There's this thing called the infini-map. Don't have all the details, but with a name like that?” She scoffed, “don't need 'em. Whatever it is, its good enough to send Plasmius into a fit just at the idea of laying claws on it.

If I could get something like that, imagine, I could find Elle in a heartbeat. No more lookin', no more running blind and hoping for luck. And when I find her, I could use it get out from under Masters thumb for good. Use it, sell it, whatever, with that thing, it would be easy. Me and daddy could be set for life.”

At the time, the idea had seemed brilliant. With her search for Elle stymied, and rental payments approaching their inevitable due, she had latched onto the idea of a Ghost Zone mission the instant her so-called benefactor had brought it up. It was a chance to bleed “Mister Masters” of a little more of his money, without actually having to tolerate his presence for any length of time. Even better, it presented an opportunity to do right by her father while staying far away from the quiet anger, the soft, dispirited sense of regret that had seemed to overtake him as jobs remained scarce, and Valerie continued to hunt.

Perhaps most selfishly, it was the opportunity for the Red Huntress to become what Valerie had had always wanted her to be: A free agent, no puppet masters, no expectations, just the world, and herself within in it.

It was one thing she truly did not regret, even now, lying in the dirt looking up at the memory of a memory ripped to tatters in her hands. Whatever else happened in this strange, wild place, it was her decision, her choice. She was finally in control.

Thinking of control, there was another reason why she wanted to speed up her search for the ghost girl.

“Elle's a good kid, but she <i>is</i> a kid, with a ghost in her she don't even know to fear. I'm not sure how long she can fight it like that without anyone to tell her what's going on. She needs someone who knows about ghosts,who can show her how to fight back, 'cause if she doesn't, I'm not sure how long she'll last until she ends up Plasmius."

“Or Phantom.”

It was an ugly theory, but explained a great deal. The identical looks, the raw antipathy towards Vlad, in particular, or how a full ghost could see himself as related, somehow, to a being that was something so much more.

All ghosts came from somewhere, and Valerie rather doubted Elle was truly Plasmius' only attempt at capturing a hybrid of his own.

“'Cause I think they're the same kinda thing. It explains why Plasmius wanted her so bad, and they change the same way, too. They go from being a ghost, ectosignitures and all, to being alive. Not some fake, but breathing, heartbeats, everything. There's something in them that's really, truly alive.

Plasmius and Elle, they're both alive," she whispered, "but only Elle's human, and I don't know how long that's gonna last.

I can't stay stupid about all this ghost shit, neither. There's so much they won't tell me, and Elle's my ticket to figuring it out. If I can find her in time, I could fix it. Bring her to the Fentons, maybe, take out the ghost before it gets too big, make cash, move out me and daddy and Elle all together. Either way, this is how I do it, right here, right now. This is my chance.”

No more being lead around like a particularly witless donkey for his carrot wielding master, no more suppressing every violent impulse that threatened to take her over any time she chanced to look “Mister Masters” in his insufferable face, no more long, interminable periods of her nose against a grindstone day after day, scraping her fingers bloody against poverty's wall in the way her father seemed convinced was better, somehow, for all the pain it so obviously caused him.

“I know it's risky, but it's worth it, it's gotta be. If I can get the infinimap, then I can fix everything, all at once. I won't owe nobody nothing, and I can start fixing things again, for everyone.”

And perhaps her mother agreed, as the shadow that had gathered against her brow seemed to ease, relaxing back into something more serene.

Valerie smiled, running her thumb over the place where her face once was, pointedly ignoring the sensation of absence in favor of the smiling visage still shining across her display.

“See, I knew you'd see it my way.” Valerie was pretty sure she'd had to have gotten her sense of adventure from somewhere, after all. “It's hard, but I'm fine. And when this is all done, it'll be more than fine, it'll be better.

Just you wait.”

Overlay image: Session end.

The memory of Theresa Grey vanished slowly, victim of her daughter's own reluctance to see her go. But vanish she did, sunshine grew pale and laughter faded, memory crushed into data and erased of meaning, and Valerie was once again alone.

She sighed, finally allowing herself to lower the photograph as she reached over for her other parcels, which she began collecting into a small bundle atop her chest.

Technically, she could reach over to put her mother with her boots and rations instead of the other way around, but found herself suddenly disinclined to do so. Without the stress of the day to keep her going, she found exhaustion pushing down at her very bones, keeping her pressed against the meager comfort of her body warmed hollow of dirt.

No, lifting herself up as little as possible seemed a very enticing proposition indeed.

She grabbed both her boots, then her gloves, peeled off to reveal the same skintight leather which coated the rest of her, the remains of her wallet, and a single, battered bag, too smooth for leather, too thick for silk: All supplies from her earlier run in with the thieving insect from before, pared down to those goods and supplies she could actually use.

She chose not to dwell on how few of them there were.

Her mother came last, placed gently at the head of the pile, where she could look it over one last time.

She should have done this sooner, she knew, perhaps even the moment she entered the Zone. Keeping the photograph on her physical person was too much of a risk, one born of foolish sentiment and thoughtless desire. She had just wanted so badly to keep one good thing with her, somewhere tangible and real, she'd disregarded the threat she put it in.

Because if there was one thing death was guaranteed to do, it was steal everything and everyone it thought was yours.

Valerie placed her hands over the small collection, reaching once again into the inorganic hum prickling ever at the edges of her mind.

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A flick of her mental fingers, and it was done. Boots, bag, and all turned into their own kind of mist, dissolving into the small pocket dimension that followed her always, shadows diffusing into the surrounding light, the weight of them dissipating until nothing but the memory of their pressure remained.

Valerie brushed her fingers over the space they left behind, a half smile tugged at the corners of her trembling lips.

“Goodnight, Ma,” She whispered. A grief like seaglass hung heavy on her heart, smoothed over edges cut no longer, though the heft of its sorrow lay leaden even yet.

“Sleep good now, you hear?”

No voice answered in response.

Valerie no longer expected it to.

Deep in the realm of the dead, a figure turned on its side, curled against itself on its small outcropping of stone. Legs up to its chest, arms clenched tight around its shoulders as it heaved, breath by mortal breath, seeking some moment of repose.

#Valerie Grey #Danny Phantom #Fanfiction #Where You Belong #Chapter 3 #Writing

[marvelfansince08love]

Our own underground kingdom

Word Count: 1903 

Pairing: Wilhelmina Venable x Fem!Reader 

Warning: A lil angsty, soft Mina. 

Prompts: 2,5,17 - “The only thing I have left is you”, “My only fear is losing you”  “I can’t live.. Not without you”

Setting: Six months before the apocalypse, Mina is aware of Michael being the Antichrist but hasn’t met him in person.  

A/N: For anon, I hope you enjoy! x  @muted-stoneheart​ thank you for reading over this for me, thanks again bubbles! 

Also bonus points for anyone who picks on a certain quote said by the woman herself (I couldn’t help myself) lmao. Still in a slight love/hate relationship with this. 

Permanent tags and a few who i thought might enjoy it : @waitingfortheendtocome​ @natasha-danvers​ @saucy-sapphic​ @coconutlipss​  @stevenuniversetanzanite​

Prompts 2,5,17

“You want us to move where because of what?!” You exclaim, looking dumbfounded at a desperate Wilhelmina. She clutches her cane in front of her, brown eyes begging you to understand as you both stand opposite one another in your shared apartment. 

“To Central California, we’ll be safe there. I have it all planned out, I got two tickets that gives us access to a safe facility known as Outpost 3. My bosses may be coked up narcissists but they like me enough and know I’d be able to run the place well but I… I won’t do it without you Y/n. I need you onboard with this, please understand this is a matter of life and death.” She pleads reaching forward to take your hand. You hold your hand up in front, stopping her advance. 

“Mina baby, you are not making any sense. You are telling me that in as little as six months time the world is going to end in smoke and fire and you want us to go live underground with rich strangers until what.. Everything goes back to normal again. I don’t understand what you are asking and you’re scaring me,” You inform her quietly, trying to process this new information that your girlfriend has given you. 

You and Mina have been dating for nearly two years and in all that time you’ve never seen her look so terrified yet excited at the same time. You saw the glint in her eye when she first told you of her master plan to escape the upcoming apocalypse and to rule over one of the six outposts that were being built for the rich while the poor died from the nuclear bombs or worse. You understood that Mina’s empathy for others has always run thin, you were one of the few if not the only one who Mina truly cared for. You watch her take a deep breath in before releasing it in frustration, her eyes flash slightly at your lack of understanding and enthusiasm. 

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you Y/N. All I ask is that you pack a few items.. Maybe that pretty lavender lingerie number that I bought you last year for your birthday and I’ll figure out the rest. Please baby don’t make me beg you…” She asks, her tone soft yet demanding. Her eyes dart away from yours suddenly finding the kitchen marble interesting, her voice like a whisper that echoes across the room to your ears.

“I can’t live… not without you.” She confesses, still unwilling to meet your surprised gaze. You knew Mina loved you even if she rarely said it out loud, see Mina showed you love with affection, personal gifts and allowing you to see her deepest scars and insecurities behind closed doors while making love but her confession shocked you nevertheless.

“Mina I’m not saying I wouldn’t go with you. This just all seems a bit crazy, I mean your bosses selling their souls to the devil who happens to have a son who's roaming the earth right now planning to destroy it and pretty much everyone on it. Tell me you understand my hesitance.” You murmur, walking towards her and delicately lifting her chin up with your finger forcing her to look at you. Her big brown eyes stand out behind her framed glasses as you go to remove them from her face, knowing she’s probably forgot that she’s still wearing them. She blinks a few times adjusting to the new sight while muttering a quick ‘thanks’. She leans her cane against the nearby chair before placing her hands on either side of your hips pushing you back slightly guiding you to the breakfast island behind you, indicating for you to hop on top so she can stand in between your legs comfortably. 

“I know it’s a lot to process, I get it.. It took me a while to wrap my head around it but being around those two nutcases every damn day made it easier to understand why they didn’t have a soul, the rest just followed through. Baby this is a good opportunity for us, just imagine you and me ruling our own little underground kingdom, how satisfying does that sound hmm. I’m not embarrassed to say, it gives me a tingle.” She whispers brushing her nose against yours, her voice huskier at the thought of you standing by her side as she bends the guests to her very wimp as they beg for their life after disobeying the rules. 

You roll your eyes at her idea of fun and being slightly turned on at the thought of being in control of others. 

“But what about the rest of the world? Families Mina torn apart, children unable to grow up and become incredible people.who could go on to discover a new element or become the next president. Just gone, tiny specks of dust in the ground because some guy decided so.” You argue back, she pulls back a little so she can lock gazes with you dumbfound by your resilience. 

“This isn’t just ‘some guy’ sweetheart, we are talking about the son of satan and all things hellish.” Mina ridicules, shaking her head at your ignorance. 

“Have you met this man? Have you seen with your own two eyes what he is capable of?” You question, watching a flicker of hesitance cross her features confirming your answer without any words being spoken. Now it's your turn to look dumbfounded as you try to understand her eagerness to believe such nonsense. 

“Just as I thought. Mina, this man could be insane and those two dipshits have only three things on their minds robotics, cocaine and pussy. You really wanna believe all this?” She nods her head with determination. 

“I really do believe it. I’ll show you the planning if you like? I just need you on board with this Y/N. I can live with myself if the rest of the world dies out but baby, not you, never you. The only thing I have left is you, so i need you to come with me.” She speaks honestly, placing her hands on either side of your face wanting you to understand her. 

“Show me the plans first Mina, then I will decide” You compromise, still feeling ridiculous that you are indulging her proposition. She smiles satisfied with your answer knowing it was the closest thing to a yes she was going to get out of you for now before she pulls away completely, moving towards her cane and heading for the kitchen door, she turns her head towards you, her face serious. 

“I’ll show you the plans and I’ll prove to you that what i’m telling you isn’t some bullshit story to scare you, I’m not crazy dear.” She vows, continuing on her journey. Leaving you sat on top of the kitchen island, mind reeling from the information given to you. You know deep down somewhere that what Mina’s telling you is true. That woman is a realist who laughs at the thought of magic and spells, always believing in the science of things, never one to open her mind to more powerful beings. So there you sat waiting for her to fight her corner and prove to you that what she’s telling you is real and the idea of her mostly being right terrifies you. 

But I’d go anywhere with her, even to run away from death itself. 

***

“Jesus Mina and these are all the plans?” You mutter, looking closely at Mina’s tablet as you both sit at the wooden desk in her home office. The fireplace crackling to the side of you both, the light from the flames giving Mina’s side profile a soft glow of orange. As she leans over your shoulder, her finger sliding and tapping away on the tablet, showing you the other locations and its members. 

“Yes, we have full access to all construction work as well. Millions of dollars have gone into this Y/N, those A-listers you see right there all know what’s going to happen. Do you think they feel guilty? Of course not.” Mina reprimands, scoffing in disgust. 

“You could have gotten us into the outpost in Hawaii at least, baby,” You halfheartedly teased, still trying to process an actual response. Mina growls quietly and nipples underneath your earlobe before whispering in your ear. 

“What and have you drooling over Johansson, I don’t think so. I want you all to myself.” The possessive tone makes you roll your eyes in good nature. 

“So what do you think?” She asks into your ear, you hear the slight hesitancy in her voice making you turn your head to the side and placing a reassuring kiss to her cheek. 

“I have one condition. You promise that you will tell me everything, from any changes to new developments. I want to know Mina, don’t keep secrets from me. I still don’t fully trust this cooperative or whatever they want to be called, especially that guy who claims to be the antichrist.” You enforce wanting her to understand that although you are agreeing to this you still have your reservations. 

“Of course baby. We’re in this together darling, now about that little number… think you could put it on so we can celebrate our new move properly,” She hints before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. “So demanding.” you tease against her lips. Before you can continue with your heated makeout session Mina pinches the side of your hip making you jump slightly in the chair and yelp “Hey!” eyeing her fingers before locking eyes with her chocolate brown eyes, she smirks before replying “I won’t ask again, dear. You know where the closet is”.

With that you jump out of the chair and walk seductively out of the room before calling over your shoulder cheekily. 

“See you in five minutes, my love” 

***

As you lie beneath Mina, bodies glistening in the afterglow of your love making, you look up into those brown eyes above you as they sparkle with delight and admiration. Her forearms leaning on either side of her head, nose brushing eskimo kisses along your own. 

“My only fear is losing you, Y/N. I hope you realise that.” She confesses, eyes wet with unushered tears as she collapses on top of you, her head tucked into the crook of your neck as you clutch onto one another. 

“Of course I do, Mina. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you either,” You reply, capturing her lips with your own in a heated kiss. You both moan in unison, loving the feeling of each other's soft lips seeking the love and comfort we share for one another. Once you pull back and settle into your new position, Mina’s head leaning against your chest where she loves to hear your heart beating steadily beneath her ears. 

“We will watch the world burn bright together and bring in this new world while making love in our own hideaway, my love.” She breathes, against your naked chest nuzzling her nose against your exposed skin.

And for the first time tonight, you were looking forward to spending your days in your own little kingdom with the redhead. As long as you have her, you’ll be content for the rest of your days no matter how long or short that might be. 

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[bakubabes-tatakae]

Melting My Heart

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(Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)

Summary: The fireball with the attitude has one weakness, Y/N. When she’s the only thing that can break through his cold appearance around the other students, he starts to learn that being the best... isn’t the only thing out there.

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Part One

Word Count: 2920

As we sat in class, we were all bored out of our minds. Our teacher was going off on another lecture about our futures and what we should be doing with our lives. I watched the blonde haired, fireball that sat in front of me. Katsuki Bakugo. He was my biggest headache, but also, what felt like, the only person in my life I could trust. I had never known my father and my mother had kicked me out of the house a year ago. The only place I had had to go was the home of my boyfriend. His parents took me in without hesitation and I’d been there ever since. 

Katsuki was not only a fireball with his attitude, but also with his quirk. When we were kids and started to obtain them and learn to control them, we found that the fireball was lucky enough to have literal fireballs come from his hands. It was something that got him in trouble on more than one occasion. I, on the other hand, had Psionic Manipulation and the ability to erase a person’s quirk by simply looking at them. With my first quirk I can control things with my mind, whether it was people’s emotions or them themselves, or things around me, like making things levitate or break. An easy way to put it… I made things look like they could have been done by a ghost. 

I zoned the teacher out as I watched him. He was leaning back in his chair, feet on his desk. He had his head tilted back so he could see me, knowing that I was watching him. As we locked eyes the teacher spoke louder and broke us out of our trance. He may be a headache, but damn was he cute. 

“So… as third year students it’s time to start thinking seriously about your future and what you’re going to do with your lives. I could pass out some career aptitude tests,” he picked them up off the desk, “but why bother?” He took the pile and threw them all behind him. “I know you all want to go to the hero track.” The class broke out into cheers, except Katsuki, who kept a straight face. Everyone was suddenly using their quirk in some way or another, even though we weren’t supposed to on school grounds. “Yes, yes, you’ve all got some pretty good quirks, but no power usage allowed in school!” 

Suddenly Katuki spoke up. “Hey, Teach, don’t lump me in with this bunch of losers.” He reached his arm back and put it on my desk, putting it under my hand. “I’m the real deal, but these guys will be lucky to end up sidekicks to some busted d-lister.”

Now the class was just angry. Students were shouting at him. His arrogance was showing. “You think you’re better than us Katsuki!”

Katsuki leaned forward in his chair, taking his arm from my hands, his anger once again getting the best of him. “Let’s go, I’ll take you all on!”

 The teacher interrupted to try and stop what was going on and Katsuki leaned back in his chair again. “You’ve got impressive test results. Maybe you will get into UA High.” Mutterings started from all the students in the class again.

“That’s why it’s the only place worthy of me.” He leaned forward again and jumped up onto his desk, addressing the class now. “I aced all the mock tests, I’m the only one at this school, except maybe Y/N, who stands a chance at getting in.” He looked back at me and smiled before turning back around and smirking. “I’ll end up being more popular than All Might himself and be the richest hero of all time.” He balled his hand into a fist and put his arm up. “People all over the world will know who I am and it all starts with UA High!”

“Yea,” The teacher looked behind Katsuki and I to the little green haired kid behind us. We had known him all our lives and Katsuki and him had been good friends before his quirk turned him into a hot head. “Midoriya, don’t you wanna go to UA High too?”

The whole class stopped and Katsuki froze where he stood, not sure what to do next. Before he could even speak the whole class erupted into laughter. Izuku Midoriya was one of the very few kids in our school that had ended up not getting a quirk, so it was no wonder everyone was surprised he wanted to get into UA High. The kids were taunting him. “There’s no way you’re getting into the hero course without a quirk.”

Izuku began to fight back. “Actually, they got rid of that rule. I could be the first one!”

Katsuki was up and moving before I could grab him and say no. He formed a fireball in his hand and ran at Izuku, hitting him in the chest, sending him flying out of his chair. I stood up from my chair, it was my job to keep Katsuki in line as much as I was able to, something his parents were very grateful for. I grabbed his arm. “Kacchan, stop. I don’t want to use my quirk on you.”

He looked over at me with daggers and then back down at Izuku. “Listen up Deku, you’re even worse than the rest of these damn rejects you worthless wannabe. Do you really think they’d let someone like you in when they could have me?”

Izuku looked terrified. “No really, wait, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m not trying to compete against you.” He started to crawl backwards without looking and backed into the wall behind him.  “You gotta believe me.” He looked down at the floor. “It’s just that, I’ve wanted to be a hero since I was little. I may not have a quirk, but I can still try my hardest, can’t I?”

“You’d never be able to hang with the best of the best.” Fireballs were forming in his hands again. “You’d die in the exams. Defenseless Izuku, the school’s already crappy, you wanna embarrass it more by failing so hard.”

I stepped in front of him and raised my voice a little. “Katsuki, enough. I’m serious.”

When he heard me call him by his first name instead of Kacchan he put his hands down, he knew when I didn’t use his nickname that I was pissed. Katsuki looked around me and glared at Izuku before turning back around to head to his seat. Everyone started to go back to their own desks as well and I turned to Izuku, reaching my hand out to help him up.

He was hesitant. “Won’t Kacchan be mad that you’re helping me?”

I smiled at him. “Do I look like I care if Kacchan is mad at me Izuku?” 

Izuku reached out and took my hand, pulling himself up. “Thank you. I don’t know why he’s like this.”

“Neither do I Izuku, neither do I. I’m sorry about him, I try to keep him in line as much as I can.” I gave him an apologetic smile before turning and walking back to my seat. The piercing eyes of Katsuki Bakugou would be staring into my soul if they could. I smiled at him and watched his gaze grow even angrier. 

* * * * * * 

When class was over everyone started to file out, leaving just Izuku, Katsuki, his minions, and I. Katsuki walked over to Izuku again and I knew he was up to no good, especially if his lackeys were there to egg him on. He grabbed a notebook out of Izuku’s hand as he went to put it in his backpack. Seriously Katsuki? Can’t we just have one afternoon where we don’t start something and we go home? 

I walked over and his minions stepped in front of me, trying to stop me from getting to him. I glared at them both, but neither of them faltered. I could easily use my quirk on them to get them to move, but then I could be written up. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing Deku, but we’re not done.”

The minions started to taunt along with Katsuki. “Whatchu got? A diary?” When they read the cover they taunted more. “Don’t tell me you’re taking notes on how to become a hero.” They started to laugh. “That’s so pathetic.”

My facial expression changed and I could tell my eyes were small slits. “Would you guys just leave him alone?”

His minion with the long, brown hair looked over at me. “What’s the matter Y/N? Have a sweet spot for Deku?”

The short, black haired one laughed too. “Got a crush on poor little Midoriya.”

I saw Katsuki whip around to look at the two of them and I couldn’t tell whether he was mad at the two of them for trying to take digs at me, or mad at me for trying to stand up for Izuku. I put my hand up and a black circle of power began to form around it, something I had to do to levitate things. “Unless both of you wanna keep your feet on the ground and not get tossed out that window I would shut your mouths.” Katsuki smiled at me and turned back to Izuku, clearly not mad at me for standing up for him. 

Before I could say anything to him, fire came from Katsuki’s hand and burnt the notebook he was holding. Izuku let out a pained yelp and Katsuki threw the book out the window behind him, causing him to yell again. “Most first string heroes show potential early on. People look at them and just know that they’re destined for greatness. When Y/N and I are the only ones from this garbage junior high to get into UA people will be talking about us like that.” He swung his bag over his shoulder. “They’ll realize I’m legit. The next big thing. That’s not ego talking, I just know I’m good.”

I snorted a little. “Ego.” I didn’t mean to, but I sang it a little, causing Katsuki to grunt in anger at me.

He put his hand on Izuku’s shoulder and I could see the smoke coming from under his hand and saw Izuku’s face getting tense. I activated my quirk, I knew if I didn’t this would get worse. Katsuki raised his hand and turned his head to me before speaking. “Here’s a little word of advice nerd. Don’t even think of applying… or else.”

Katsuki turned around and began to walk out of the room, followed by his little puppy dogs. I gave Izuku an apologetic look before following him out of the room. Katsuki put his hand on the door and turned around while opening it. “You know, if you really wanna be a hero that bad there actually might be another way. Just pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the roof of the building. “

I couldn’t believe the words I had just heard come out of his mouth. I slapped his arm and glared. Izuku turned away from the window where he had been staring at his notebook that had landed in a fountain to look at Katsuki. Katsuki taunted. “Something wrong?”

Before I could berate him he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me out the door, hoping I would just forget about it. 

* * * * * * 

His lackeys followed us as we continued toward home and my annoyance grew more. I felt like we never had any alone time unless we were off from school. His minions always followed us everywhere around school and always followed us home. I had never hidden my distaste for his friends and didn’t plan on hiding it. We had found our way into our favorite alleyway, a place Katsuki and I had gone to get away a lot before I moved in with him. There was no reason for us to sneak around anymore. 

The guys continued to talk as we walked down it, only stopping when Katsuki took his time to kick a bottle, spraying the contents all over. His minions were now grilling him. The short haired one was curious. “When you were little weren’t you and Midoriya good friends?”

The other long haired one spoke next. “Yea, you were a little harsh with him today.”

I was surprised to hear them agreeing. I never did this, but I agreed along with them. “You know I never agree with what these two idiots have to say, but they’re right Kacchan.”

“It’s his own fault for getting in my way.” Katsuki completely ignored the first question.

“You shouldn’t waste your time on the guy.” The long haired one once again was right.

Katsuki took the last sip from his soda can in his hands before crumpling it as he spoke. “Someone’s gotta teach that little twerp how the world really works.” He used his nitroglycerin in his hands and exploded the soda can, clearly angry. “I hate it when he talks about heroes.”

The guys were clearly bored just wandering around with us. “Hey, I've got an idea. Let’s go to the arcade.” The short haired boy smiled. “Get your mind off it, you know?”

“Fine.” Katsuki turned and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, kissing the side of my head, and we walked toward them.

The long haired guy spoke up. “Or we can sneak into the bar at the station, pick up some ladies.”

“Now that’s a good idea.” The short haired one smiled again.

Katsuki got tense. He knew that his minions had never liked me and every chance they had they tried to get him to stray from me. They thought I was just weighing him down. He got mad. “Idiots! If we get caught there’s no way UA would let us in.” He motioned toward me.

I turned to face him. “I’m gonna head home. I have a couple places I wanna stop before I get there. You guys go do whatever you wanna do, I’ll see you later.” I stood on my tip toes and kissed his lips. 

* * * * * * 

A few pit stops later I was headed toward our house, but as I got closer and closer in town there was commotion. Another villain was at it again, not something I wanted to have holding me up today.

As I walked I was stopped by the appearance of a hero. The hero Eraserhead stood before me. I gulped, wondering what I could have done wrong. He took a deep breath and began to speak. “Y/N Aizawa, we need to talk.”

I was shocked. How did this hero know my name? It took me a minute to speak. “How do you know who I am?”

He lifted his goggles, revealing his dark eyes. “My name is Shouta Aizawa.” He sighed. “I’m your father.”

I couldn’t speak, so he continued, trying to explain his situation. “I know this is sudden, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you this for a year. I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you where you’d believe me.” He took his wallet out of his pocket of his hero costume and pulled out a picture, handing it to me. It was a picture of him and my mother. He held her and she looked happy. “Your mother took off on me 17 years ago, she never gave me a reason and she never talked to me again.”

I swallowed hard and could feel my eyes welling up with tears. He started to move toward me and I backed away a little. 

“I promise I’m not lying. I didn’t even know about you until a year ago, I had heard that you had been kicked out of your mother’s house. A friend of mine was still friends with your mother, but he had never told me she had a child until he mentioned her kicking you out. I’m willing to do what it takes to prove this to you. I understand if you don’t want me in your life and I’ll completely respect that. I’m just hoping that you’ll give me some time to get to know you.”

Tears slid down my face. I had always wanted to know who my father was. I had no reason to not believe him, I knew in my head that I shouldn’t believe him, I knew that I should turn and run, but the fact that I could actually have someone in my life, as a parent, that seemed to care about me kept my feet grounded. 

Before he could say another word my feet were moving. I fell forward when I was close enough and buried my face into his chest. He was  a Pro Hero, I had no reason to fear him. He held me as I sobbed. 

I had dreamed about this moment for 16 years, I had never had a real father figure in my life. This was my chance. Shouta held me out at an arm’s length before wiping the tears from my face. “If you want me to be here, I’ll be here. I want to know my daughter, and I hope she wants to know me.”

I sobbed as I spoke. “Yes, please, don’t leave me.”

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Updated: 5/8/2020

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[alfredosauce50]

What makes me human [Cyberpunk! America x reader 05]

Wordcount: 2,206  Rating: T for mature themes

"I was in debt to your family, so they wanted me to work for them. But when I refused... They put me down and turned me into a freak."

Chapter Synopsis: Alfred reveals his dark past, and your contempt turns into empathy. Meanwhile, Allen learns more about the task he’s given. The chip Alfred is so eager to steal is nothing but a lure--its software is dangerous but powerful, and he’s the guinea pig.  The reader is referred to as she/her.

5 - One eye on the past, one eye on the future

You hated how much control he had over you. 

Physically, and now, emotionally. He had you secured in his arms, leaving you with no choice but to hear what he had to say. As much as you wanted to shut him out, endure a good cry, and keep hating him as much as you did yesterday, he wouldn't let you. Maybe if you hadn't suggested how he was inhumanely detached, he'd let you go tonight. 

"Have you calmed down now?" He'd ask. Warm breaths fanned into your ear, sending chills to run down your back.

With a few more hapless struggles, you relented, albeit reluctantly. 

"... Maybe. But if you weren't superhuman, I definitely would've made a run for it." That was right. This guy was a beast, and only in the worst kinds of ways. There was absolutely no reason for you to trust him, let alone like him, so why was he trying to turn things around? All you wanted was to get this all over and done with so he would no longer be in your life anymore. With this logic, Alfred was right. It was best you didn't like him-- the two of you could never be together. Even if hell froze over and you somehow befriend him, it would never last.

The man hummed at the comment. You seemed to hold a grudge against him for his flesh-to-metal ratio. Fair enough, considering that was what gave him an advantage over you. He never thought to explain it to you until now, but what better opportunity to do it when he currently held you hostage in his arms?

"I didn't really wanna tell you my origin story when this was supposed to be over pretty quick." He muttered. All you could offer him was silence, but from that, he could tell you were listening. "I wasn't always superhuman, you know. It doesn't even feel that long ago when I was just like you." 

Reaching down to your hand, you flinched when you felt his fingers brush against yours. But unlike the rough manhandling your body expected, his touch was gentle. This gentleness then turned into something else as he glided his lithe fingers against your skin. Admiration? Or was it envy?

"I was all flesh and blood like God intended. When I got hurt, it hurt like a bitch." From the sound of how his speech slowed, it became apparent to you he was deep in thought. And he was, unearthing years of memory from what felt like lifetimes ago.

"But it wasn't a big deal when I could take care of myself. I knew first aid since my friends were pretty big on camping." Already, you were captivated by his words, words he spoke with nostalgia so bittersweet, you couldn't help but dwell on what he'd told you. What kind of friends were they? But more importantly, where did they go? As much as you wanted to ask, you couldn't bring yourself to interrupt him. "I don't mean camping like a nomad outside the city, by the way. It was real camping. The hiking, fishing, and discover a whole new appreciation for nature kind of camping."

Alfred didn't look like he had the connections to get into resorts like that, let alone the money. Not the ones with hiking trails, rivers, and lakes, anyway. If cybernetic upgrades were expensive, anything unable to be made with a computer, or in other words, natural phenomenon, would've costed a fortune to develop.

"Where did you go, then?" You murmured faintly. "Resorts aren't open to anybody who isn't an A-lister."

He closed his eyes as if to reminisce.

"Not where, (F/N). When."

***

"I forgot how small this thing was." An unimpressed voice echoed off the walls. There they stood in a dimly lit room, with their line of vision focusing on the only thing they could see. A single spotlight illuminated a podium, and on that podium sat a glass display. Inside that display was a chip that glowed an ominous red, though it looked more like a USB than anything.

Before he could be interrupted by the older man standing by his side, he gave him a shrewd smile. 

"I know what you're gonna say--" Attaching a hand to the other's shoulder, he waved his hand in the air for profound emphasis. "Great things come in small packages, Jekyll."

His impersonation came out in a low, grumbly voice, but he promptly ended it at what he then added. "But this one's an exception."

Giving his crotch a pat, he burst into laughter as disgust morphed at the other's expression.

"Stop blathering and focus, Jekyll. He's as unpredictable as you are, so you must do this without fault. And just as I instructed you to." For many years, the redhead was trusted to carry out tasks with the highest stakes as his right-hand man. And he did so, countless times without fail. His impeccable track record was praiseworthy even to Takahiro Mizumoto himself, the very face of this generation and everything that defined it. Corporate corruption, greed, and conflict.

But that was it--if he wanted to defend that position of relentless control, he just needed to do one thing. Eliminate those who stood in his way. And he always did.

But that was about to be put to the test.

Nobody dared to stand against him, not at least for the last three years, anyway. But who was it that was foolish enough to do such a thing? The same man that was going to try a second time. "He won't tell the difference until he puts this in his head." Staring directly at the chip, a foreboding crimson light reflected in his eyes as his lips cracked into a smile. And it was as subtle as it was sinister.

"He'll be disappointed when he learns what he's looking for doesn't exist."

The other man fell silent at that, watching his superior revel in his own genius. Even after everything they went through together, all the missions he completed under his direction, he could never get used to this. With how casual and unintimidated he acted, nobody would have guessed Allen was secretly terrified of him. Even in a decayed, inhumane society like this, people had some semblance of morals. But he couldn't say the same for Mizumoto. He was a baseless, ruthless, and detached husk of a sentient being. Allen knew that better than anyone.

That was right. There was no biochip that could override a body's ability to die. There was only this--the Soulkiller.

Alfred had it all wrong, and it would cost him his life.

"Right. I'm guessing he's gonna be a guinea pig for this thing, huh?" The redhead murmured, turning his head back to the glass. To think this thing could wipe out somebody's existence in a matter of weeks was a sobering thought. Deleting their mind and replacing it with something else-- a digital engram of their personality and memories that lacked self-awareness. One that could be stashed away in the archives forever, or loaded up in another body like a zoo exhibit. Even Allen who usually agreed with everything his boss pushed for, found this concept extreme.

But he held no qualms against using it on terrorists like his blonde doppelganger; he threatened all that was left of stability and order left in this rotting world. While he was right about an imminent threat to the remaining peace they had, he had the blame pinned on the wrong person.

"So what's gonna happen after this works?" He questioned, his gaze following Mizumoto who happened to be making his way to the exit. Perhaps he was eager to begin his afternoon rounds of supervising the building's activity. A given, considering their circumstance. "I think I know how this part goes. You give all the bigshots a chance at preserving their soul or whatever so their memories and smarts don't go down with them when they die. Maybe their family or company could keep it in a private library and turn him into an AI librarian."

That didn't sound so bad at all, especially when someone signed up to die anyway.

But then again, was that all there was to it? Even Allen couldn't read Mizumoto’s mind, let alone guess what he was up to. If anything, he was the most unpredictable out of the three. There was an endless list of fucked up things he could do with a celebrity engram.

Commercialize it, maybe. Sell millions of replicas of a female singer to her creepy fans. Bring back dead sports legends and make billions while they laid in their graves without a cent. But he wouldn't dare, would he?

"That is precisely what we're going to do. This will be sold to all the business tycoons in Night city to give them a semblance of immortality. A continuation of their influence over their company." The bearded man answered with his back facing the other.  "Maybe one day I'll use one myself."

Stopping by the door, he turned his head so his eyes could roll to him. "If you destroy him, I'll grant you your deepest desire."

Allen stiffened up at that.

"And you'll have my blessings as well."

***

"When?" You whispered, your eyes a little glazed over as a sign of confusion; a blank look. What kind of difference could a when make on where he went? Unless he traveled back a hundred years where the planet's environmental crisis was still reversible, he really had you at your wit's end. Who would've thought that was exactly what happened? "Did my dad figure out time travel already? I wouldn't be surprised, to be honest..." His chest rose and fell quickly as he let out a couple of laughs, and being pressed flush against him, your whole body moved in rhythm with them.

It was hilarious that you were so hellbent on getting away from him just minutes before. Seems like his warm hold did a great job at lulling you to sleep. "I didn't even get to the good part yet, and you're already dozing off." He huffed, hesitating for a moment as he reflected on his choice of words. Good was far from what it was. "It's not time travel in the sense I went back. It's the opposite. I went forward in time." For a second, your consciousness was drifting in and out of your body. But upon hearing what the blonde mentioned, you snapped awake.

You only realized the change of position when you loomed over him. That you were falling asleep on his chest. But never mind that.

"... I'm gonna assume from what you said that time travel exists now."

He shook his head. 

"No, it still doesn't. I don't think it ever will be. But here's the thing..."

"I was put in suspended animation for about fifty years."

You gawked at him and sat up, albeit slowly. Who would have thought you were actually right about him? Rather than a hundred years, he existed in a time half a century before now. If your math was right, that was around the year 2020. Back then, your father would have been barely a teenager, and everything you knew only existed in science fiction. But these epiphanies only led to more questions than you could answer. 

"... Are you serious? But why? How? If I were you, I would've preferred to stay back there..." As you trailed off, you came to terms with how much of a mystery this man was to you.

Perhaps you blew up at him more than he deserved. After all, you knew nothing about him. Because you never cared, you never asked. But all of that seemed to change tonight.

He furrowed his brows and gave you a pained smile. "Trust me, I would've if I had a choice. But I didn't."

"And the crazy thing is, I'm actually glad things turned out this way." His gaze on you held a profound sadness, and with the way he smiled at you-- you couldn't take it. Suddenly, this burning hatred you felt for him became impossible to sustain. He was extinguishing what was left of those flames licking around inside you, but you didn't fight it. Not anymore.

"I'm sorry... I... I don't know what to say." Letting your head fall back onto his chest, you couldn't bear to return the eye contact and just remained where you were.

"You don't have to say anything. Just listen." Alfred's voice was soft against your hair as he held you close to his body. He couldn't believe this day would come; another soul was finally going to learn the truth about him. Where he came from and how he came to be. Even for a seemingly jaded and hard-headed guy like him, the mere thought of his past tripped him up. No wonder the pause before he continued was so long. He was struggling to string the words together.

"I was in debt to your family, so they wanted me to work for them. But when I refused..." He inhaled a deep breath.

"They put me down and turned me into a freak."

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[herohawks]

dabihawks tattoo/actor!au pt2

 this idea would not leave me alone so here you guys go:

it’s funny bc while hawks and dabi are both instantly attracted to each other, their initial personalities do not mesh at all

this results in a lot of bickering during their first tattoo session and hawks can’t decide if he hates dabi or just really needs to get laid

(oh!! and at one point, hawks asks how long the tattoo is going to take (not bc he has somewhere to be - he’s just curious) and dabi, being dabi, is like, “why? you got a hot date or someting?” and hawks, also being hawks, is like, “maaaybe.” so dabi goes, “yeah you should prob cancel on your girlfriend unless she’s got a blood kink bc you’re gonna bleed everywhere” && hawks finds this super hilarious and tells dabi that there is no girlfriend in the picture. so dabi, without missing a beat, corrects himself and amends, “your boyfriend then”, and hawks has to admit defeat and tell him he’s single as hell)

in-between the verbal sparring, dabi finds out that when hawks isn’t pretending to be a pretentious A-lister snob, he’s actually pretty clever and fun to talk to and not nearly as air-headed as he pretends to be.

simultaneously, hawks finds it so refreshing to have someone be real with him w/o pandering to him bc he’s super fuckin’ famous; it’s honestly unreal that this guy seems to not recognize hawks at all

obvi, dabi does know who hawks is, but if hawks wants to believe different, that’s not dabi’s problem

also!! dabi slips in endearing nicknames like birdbrain, & little bird, & bird boy bc he’s romantic as fuck - hawks secretly likes the nickname little bird but pretends to be annoyed so dabi will think it’s an insult and use it more (hoho reverse psychiatry)

after their first sesh, dabi gives hawks his phone number bc the idiot clearly didn’t research what getting a tattoo would entail so he can’t trust the guy not to do something stupid like go swimming in the ocean and get his tattoo infected so this is so dabi can keep tabs on his work (or so he tells himself)

and hawks? he takes 10000% full advantage of this. the minute he gets home, he’s texting dabi, asking him dumb questions that he could google in 2 seconds

they end up texting a lot, and their bickering slowly turns into lowkey flirting. hawks should be preparing for his upcoming role, maybe even studying his script, but nah he’d rather text dabi tbh.

it’s super obvious to everyone that hawks is preoccupied: not as involved in conversations, constantly checking his phone, smiling like a fuckin’ sap when he does get text messages from this mystery person.

it’s after their second sesh that hawks plucks up the courage to ask dabi out; their session runs late so he suggests a 24hr diner that serves some mean, mediocre burgers

and dabi? he’s like “huh... ok... you sure you want to go out...with me?”

and hawks is like ??? ofc??? you’re really cool and interesting??

and it’s not like hawks is oblivious. he knows dating dabi is something of a risk to his own ‘super bachelor’ status but for once, he wants to do something for himself and by god, he really wants to kiss dabi stupid

and the first step to winning over dabi’s cold, dead heart is through greasy diner burgers

so dabi is like sure ok why not, your funeral.

and they go to this really shitty diner, right? and hawks has his stupid disguise on that he’s pretending isn’t a disguise that dabi knows is a disguise but is also pretending isn’t a disguise and they’re both kinda hopeless idiots tbh

hawks orders chicken strips and dabi orders a large order of fries (so, ironically, neither of them order burgers). the whole date is dabi fending off hawks’ from stealing his fries, and hawks telling dabi that chicken strips is a perfectly normal adult meal thank you v much.

hawks picks up the tab. dabi, not really a touchy person to begin with, pecks hawks on the cheek and tells him, “i’ll see you around, little bird” and that little kiss has hawks floating on cloud nine for weeks

#im back bitches #with more hc #i have so many more ideas but i'll make a pt 3 tomorrow when im less sleep deprived #i also forgot that #hotwings #is a tag now #man pt3 is gonna be great because i really want to go into depth how different they are in relationships #dabihawks #bnha

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

New People

Danny personally felt that he was well within his rights to be a bit weirded out by what was going on.  He was on his way to school, getting interrupted by some half-formed spider ghost with threads all over the place that he had to dodge out of the way of before he could even get close to shooting it, Tucker was freaking out and Sam was doing her best to shoot away the webs that Danny actually got caught in.  It took quite a bit of time to squish much of the bug and then get it in the thermos.  During this time, Danny got hit by its pincers and bitten, and the wound was exposed and dripping ectoplasm and some thick purple goop that he assumed was venom.   Things were the standard amount of bad.

The unusual thing was when a ghost with blue skin, pink eyes, and rippling hair that shifted colors between red, yellow and orange flew up to him and gently grabbed his arm.  And then he pulled out a cotton ball from his pocket and started dabbing Danny’s wound.  “Yikes, this is a nasty bite.  You’re Danny Phantom, right?  The bridge spirit?”

“Uh,” Danny looked down at his friends, who shrugged, weapons trained on the newcomer.  “Yeah, I’m the halfa Danny Phantom.”  The guy snorted and Danny scowled.  “What’s so funny?”

“Halfa sounds like something my son would’ve called it when he was 7.”  Once the cotton ball was soaked through it was put in a ziplock that vanished off to somewhere and a water bottle was poured over it instead, followed by a cloth.  “I’m Dr. Jason Pace.  Nice to meet you.”

Danny stared at the man while he cleaned his cut with wide eyes.  “There are ghost doctors?”  It felt like a dumb question, doctors died as much as anyone else, but with all the violent ghosts that came through it was weird to see someone who specialized in helping people.

“Death is hardly enough to keep a medic from helping people who need attention,” Jason said with a chuckle.  “When I woke up in the Infinite Realms I met this big burly werewolf in a hoodie who said he was here to take me where I’m supposed to go but he got to me late, and I thought ‘wow, psychopomps are real and they can be behind schedule.’”

“Did.  Did this werewolf happen to speak Esperanto?”

“Yeah, said his name is Wulf.  I told him that wasn’t very original and he agreed.  Then I told him that I needed to see my husband and he cut open a hole back to the living realm about two weeks after my death, and after a very passionate and emotional night, I headed back into work and just sorta.  Kept doing what I do.”  He hummed, holding up the cloth and setting it on fire before tossing it behind him, where Danny watched it turn to ashes before it made it five feet above the ground. He swiped the purple goop with a q-tip, and then a bunch of vials of glowing liquid appeared from thin air, spinning around him in a lazy orbit.  “Poisonous and venomous ghost animals are horrors and ecto entomologists can kiss my ass if they wanna preach about preserving species.”

“What… are you doing?”

“Ah that’s what it is- you’re going to feel numb in a couple of seconds, which is perfectly normal, but then your core will start to go … well let’s just say I’m glad I got to you in time.”  One of the vials stopped, the swab burned up like the cloth, and a syringe was put into play.  “This is an antivenom.  Please don’t squirm, or this will hurt more.”  Jason pressed the needle over where a vein should’ve been, and Danny hissed at the sharp prick of pain.  Then a lollipop of all things was presented to him.  “Hope you like blueberry.”

“So, what I’m gathering is that you just wanna treat people and you came up to me cause I got bit by a spider.  I don’t remember my folks ranting about a doctor ghost tricking the people at the hospital into dastardly plans so I’m gonna guess you’re not from around here.”

“Oh, this isn’t why I came to your town of course, but yeah this is the thing I’m gonna be doing.”  The syringe needle, once removed, was disintegrated like the rest, and a bandage was stuck on Danny’s arm before his suit could reform around it.  “You should be good… and don’t worry, I don’t mess with people’s heads.  I just help people.  And yes, I know how to help bridge spirits like yourself.”  He held out a business card and gave a two-fingered salute.  “Give that a little charge if you need me.  Bye!”

They watched Jason fade from sight and Danny stared at where he’d been with wide eyes, blinking rapidly.  “What the f-”

“We need to get to school!”  Sam shouted, drawing his attention down to his best friends.  Danny dove down and scooped them both up, turning invisible and flying toward the school.  “Oh, wow, ok.”

“So that was weird, right?”

“That was really fuckin weird, yeah,” Tucker said.  “I guess it makes sense that there’d be ghost doctors, hospitals are the evilest places.”

“I’m glad he’s here,” Sam said.  “Maybe he’ll be able to help you keep up with your habit of crashing into things.”

“I don’t have a habit thank you. My enemies have a habit of yeeting me into things.  There’s a difference.”

“You can turn intangible and go through things instead of slamming into them so.”  After that fun and lovely argument, Danny almost forgot the weirdness of Dr. Pace.

 That is until Lancer introduced the class to a very tall boy with brown hair, tan, freckled skin, and pink eyes.  Pink eyes that were glowing ever so softly. “Hello class, this is Kyle Pace. He’s an exchange student from Pittsburg.”

“Hey there,” Kyle said with a wave, smiling wide enough that everyone could see his canines were much longer and too pointy to be human.  “My last school was Three Rivers so uh I’m kinda not used to this kinda school, so if I’m weird I’m sorry about that.”

“Not a problem, Kyle.”  Lancer patted the large boy on the back.  “Your classmates will be doing their best to help you adjust, I’m sure.”  No one missed the look Lancer gave them, and no one even really considered caring.  Danny, Sam and Tucker were all staring at Kyle with varying degrees of subtly. “There’s a seat between Danny Fenton and Dash Baxter over there, Mr. Pace.  I’ll make sure you get a study guide to catch you up on where we are.”

Kyle nodded and plopped down in his seat, bookbag set down next to him, and the class moved on as though this were normal.  Well, Wes was fuming at the back of the class but no one paid him any attention.  He looked like he was paying attention, and after a while, Danny decided he should do the same, but the glow in Kyle’s eyes and the way Danny’s ghost sense was stuck in his throat, almost alerting him to a ghost but not, messed up his focus even worse than a regular old attack.

When Lunch rolled around, they had a chance to actually talk about it.  “So uh, when Dr. Pace said he had a kid,” Tucker said, “Do you think he meant like after he died?”

“My ghost sense says yes, which is gross to think about, but also kind of an existential crisis going on.”  Danny pushed his food around on his platter, staring at it and through it.  “How the fuck does that even work?”

“Well if Box Lunch,” Sam said with a shudder, “Can exist then maybe… what did he call it?  Bridge Spirits?  Maybe they can happen, ya know, naturally?”

“This validates everyone who wants to fuck Phantom,” Tucker said with a mouth full of meatloaf from home.  Danny punched his arm without looking and took satisfaction in his yelp.  “I’m just sayin.”

“Swallow first, and then - novel idea - don’t say it.”

“I saw him leave algebra with Dash and Dash’s hair isn’t looking so perfectly combed right now,” Tucker said anyway, earning a kick in the shins from Sam.

Danny groaned.  “Can we talk about something else?”

The universe did not agree with their subject of discussion moving away from Kyle, however, as he strode over to their table and plopped down next to Danny.  He had a lunch box filled with clearly homemade food that looked like it was cooked by a chef compared to the lunch meat on Danny’s platter.  He tossed an arm around Danny’s shoulders and gave them all a cheerful, “Hey there!  How’re you guys doing?  I saw your spider backpack and I know appearances aren’t everything but,” he pointed at Sam with a lazy grin, “do you like snakes?”

“Uh, yes?”  Sam looked between Danny and Kyle, likely assessing how dangerous he might be.  “Just not your kind of snake.”

“Pardon?”

“People who hang out with Dash Baxter tend to be just like him.”  Sam folded her arms and scowled, and Tucker rolled his eyes.   Kyle just frowned and looked over at the A lister table, making eye contact with Dash for a moment.

“Only impression I got outta Dash was attractive when he’s not talking, what kinda guy is he?” Sam was all too eager to share that and so was Tucker.  Danny watched as Kyle’s expression grew darker while staring at Dash, eyes beginning to glow brighter until he turned back to the table and covered Tucker’s mouth.  “Aight, an asshole.  Got it. Y’all know that’s all like, illegal, right?  Someone can record him doing this shit and either call the police or threaten it.”

“I mean, we could but then the other A listers would be out for us,” Danny said.

“I dunno what the A list is supposed to be, but I’m betting it’s something really stupid, and I have ta say: can we talk about snakes now?”  Kyle stuffed food in his mouth, and then the conversation about which snakes were cuter, cooler and more dangerous began.  Danny zoned out, stretching his senses to confirm the current of ecto energy under Kyle’s skin and wondered how to bring that up.

Before Danny could ask Kyle if he was possessed or just Like That, Dash Baxter’s voice caught his ear.  “Hey, Kyle, why’re you hangin out with these losers?  You should-” that was as far as Dash got before a pink bubble appeared around him and Kyle turned around to shove the bubble.  It rolled along the floor until it bumped into the A lister table and then popped, leaving Dash to fumble into his seat.  Then Kyle turned back to the table.

“I really want a pet snake, or like even some fish, but Dad doesn’t trust me and Pop thinks that I should learn to be responsible first before I go asking for a pet.  Like, aren’t parents supposed to use pets as a test of responsibility?”

“Some parents think that,” Sam said, her salad finished and her protein shake almost done, “but it’s unfair to put all that on a kid.”

“So,” Tucker said slowly, “everyone is staring at us and I’m kinda wondering if we’re gonna talk about you putting Dash in gay baby jail.”

“Is that weird?”  Kyle raised a brow, and Danny snorted.  “I just really didn’t wanna talk to him if he’s an asshole like y’all said and the bubble popped pretty quick.”  Kyle looked around at the dead silent cafeteria, and his skin began to glow.  “Why are people starin?”

“Because you just blew your cover, ghost!”  Valerie snarled across the cafeteria, and it exploded into chatter.  Kyle flinched at the noise and a bubble appeared around the table that blocked out the noise.

“What the fuck?  What’s going on?”

“Uh, dude, they don’t know about half ghosts.”

“But you’re a bridge spirit too!”

“They don’t know that!  I’ve got a secret identity to keep!”

“I- wow, ok spider-man.  Alright.”  Kyle took a breath and dropped his shield, floating up above the crowd of teens.  “HEY!”  The crowd when slowly quiet as Kyle waved a glowing hand around to get everyone’s attention.  “MY DUDES!  Thanks. So uh, yeah, I’m not sure what y’all think I am, but I can explain pretty easy.”

“Oh I’m certain you can, ghost, but we’re not interested in your lies!”

“Excuse you, I don’t lie anymore than you do.  Anyway, when a living human and a ghost love each other very much-”

“Are you saying your mom or dad banged a ghost?!”  Dale was always so eloquent, it had Danny wondering how he had such bad grades.

“Yeah,” Kyle shrugged, hands stuffed in his pockets.  “I don’t have a Mom though, Dad and Pop just figured out that ghostly physiology is malleable and they wanted a kid.  I’m done talking about my conception now, cause that’s gross, but like, this is a basic thing to understand.”  Kyle floated back down to his seat and crossed his legs.  “I swear I heard at least five girls around here want to start a family with Phantom, and I just gotta wonder: y’all did know that’s possible right?”

Silence eerie as a horror movie washed over the cafeteria.  People processed what they’d been told and some of their minds tripped over themselves trying to do so.  Kyle turned back to Sam and started complaining about pets while chatter erupted around them all, and Danny slammed his head against the table.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Tucker Foley #Sam Manson #Jason Pace #Kyle Pace #OCs #fanfiction #phanfiction #fanphiction #phanfic #fanfic #phanphic #fanphic #Rexy Writes

[trying-write-fanfics]

Shouji Mezo X Reader part 15 remember

 It was exam season. Y/n was tasked to help make the study guides and reviews for the class while Aizawa make the class scared over the test. There were two tests, one on their skills and a written one. The class freaked out on how they were gonna study and train. Y/n got to skip teaching aid days to take her own exams. 

“How were your exams? You got to take yours before ours.” Momo asked at lunch. 

“Aced them all.” Y/n told them. 

All their jaws dropped.

“I’ve never seen you read a book for any of your classes!” Jirou expressed her shock. 

“They’re online books. During slow times I read them. Aizawa doesn’t trust me to grade your work. I’d fail Bakugo everytime, and he knows it!”

“You’ve had so much time to study, then.” Tsu said. “I’m kinda jealous.”

“A lot of it is self teaching. If I get stuck somewhere I have to reach out to a teacher or hire a tutor, but I haven’t hit that wall in awhile.” She told them. 

Once lunch was done the students and Y/n were back to class. The phone rang and Y/n answered. Apparently her middle school friends Brittany, Stacy, and Regina came to pay her a visit. Y/n gave the phone to Aizawa to update him on the situation. He knew Y/n didn’t plan it, it could have been her mother’s doing or Y/n after meeting Brittany at the store. He was keeping close tabs. They did fill out forms and contact the school beforehand. As long as they didn’t see All Might to spread rumors, it was probably safe after a pat down.

“Yeah she can see them, but they have to stay on school property. She can think of a reason if she wants to.” Aizawa said. 

Y/n was surprised about the privilege she was given, but wasn’t gonna pass it up. It was the end of the day after all. Y/n went to her dorm to change and then went to the designated outdoor spot she was given to see her friends. 

“Are you sure it’s wise to let Y/n see her friends? She’s been following your rules, but could betray your trust at any moment l, Aizawa.” Tsu said. 

“If you all are worried, you can make it a game, spy on her to see if she really is trust worthy.” Aizawa said. “She’s surrounded by cameras, but maybe you’ll catch something.”

 Certain ears of the class perked up. They were let out, but instead of going to the dorm they made hiding places to hide and spy on Y/n and her “friends”. 

 Each student who did had their own worries about Y/n. Momo worried that they weren’t as close as she hoped. That these girls would always tier over Momo even though she had felt a closeness to Y/n. Their brief childhood intertwining, and then being brought together again. Koda joined with Jiro and Momo to see if Y/n was true too her words about his old elementary school bully. Shouji and Tokoyami were a different group who did not let the rest of the class know. Tokoyami only joined to see what Shouji was up to. Deku, Urakaka and Tsu joined a group worried that Y/n was planning on escaping. Sero and Kamanri just wanted to see what the girls would talk about, maybe hear about a crush. More groups were there for their own reasons. 

 Y/n sat under the tree with the three girls. They were all a rather conventionally attractive group. It would be wrong to judge them and think hey they’re pretty, one is confirmed mean without reason (Brittany), two were unknown, and Y/n who was kinda weird, but if wanted to could probably wield her power to be a mean girl. 

“How did you know to come here, I thought you’d call?” Y/n said.

“Well miss social media cleanse I figured I’d just go to the front office. We all had half days due to exams. I thought a nice get together was good.” Brittany said. 

“I can’t believe your condition was getting worse. I know you left regular school, but I still remember you beating up Derek Jeater.” Regina said .

“Recovery girl’s quirk is what’s holding my body together.” Y/n half lied. 

“Like is this it for you? Are you gonna die?” Brittany asked. 

 All the students listening had their stomach drop a bit. These girls know Y/n better. You don’t throw around the dying question so lightly unless it was a real real possibility.

“Probably not. I’ll be fine. I’ll survive long enough to help you’re voted in student government so you can pass prom and we’ll all party together.” Y/n told her. 

“I wanted to be the one to pass prom.” Stacy said. 

“Silence bottom!” Brittany laughed 

“So if you’re chilling at U.A. what do you do all day? Are you befriending any students?”

“I’ve actually been hanging out with class 1-A a lot.”

“Shut up.” Stacy said. “Shut UP! Oh my god you’re hanging out  with celebrities.”

“They can’t be that great. I went to school with Koda Koji and he was such a-“

“He’s actually kinda been my rock through this all. He lets me chill with his bunny whenever I’m missing my cat and is a great listener.” Y/n interrupted Brittany.

“Well your cats been dead for a couple years, and you haven’t gotten over it?”  Brittany teased.

“Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still feel my cat shoving their butt in my face.” Y/n said dramatically causing the girls to laugh. 

“Any cute boys or girls we should know about.” Regina asked. 

Y/n laughed at the question though her cheeks were red.

“There is!” Stacy declared

Urakaka’s eyes widened. Y/n lied to the girls, they didn’t catch her signs she was lying but these girls did and now they were gonna get the truth!

“There is someone. It’s nothing, just a little bit. It’s too early to make a deal about this.”Y/n went back and forth on her thoughts about that.

“Make a big deal about it miss too good for a cellphone. I’ll have to come here every week just for the whole story.” Regina said.

Y/n sighed.

“What he do? Is he dumb?” Stacy asked. 

“Was it one of the guys with you?” Brittany asked. 

Y/n pressed her teeth together.

“When something happens I’ll tell you guys. I just thought he was really cool, ya know. It’s not like I’ve said anything, I maybe the world’s worst flirter too.” Y/n said.

“You might be. Remember when you had a crush on the kid who played the saxophone? You couldn’t talk to him without making dolphins noises.” Brittany said.

“Gah!” Y/n screamed into the grass rolling around. “Why do I have to have feelings? Couldn't you three marry me and then I’ll never look for anything more? I can’t deal with having a crush, it makes my heart explode more than it can take!” Y/n said.

“I’d marry you.” Regina rubbed her friend’s head. 

“It just better not be octo-arms he didn’t even make it to the final round of the sports festival and he’s 1-A student, meaning he should have beaten all those b-listers.” Brittany said. “Or that other tall guy, I heard his suit makes him look like a banana”

Tokoyami looked at Shouji when they heard the comment. Shouji didn’t give any reaction, didn’t flinch or move. It was interesting to hear Y/n had a crush on someone in the class. Shouji also expected Brittany to show off her nasty side. Urakaka listening was screaming in her head how much of a liar Y/n is for not telling the girls who Y/n thought the cutest boy in the class was. Momo felt bad that Y/n may have not trusted the girls enough for a secret crush. Maybe it developed overnight , or maybe she was jerking her friends. 

Y/n kicked Brittany in the chest. “Don’t be fucking rude!”

The girls laughed and the U.A. students were even more confused. 

“Which one was Octo-arms, I don’t remember him.” Stacy asked. 

“Does it matter? It was the bird, crazy broccoli, Shoto Todoroki and Bakugo were the ones who mattered.” Brittany said. 

Y/n kicked her friend again, twice. The girls were laughing again. The U.A. students felt Brittany deserved worse than just three kicks, but figured Y/n was doing her best not to ruin the mood after not seeing her friends in so long. It was nice seeing Y/n laugh and have her guard down. She wasn’t afraid to be flustered in front of them, or saying she’d marry her friends. They just looked so happy and relaxed. Shouji paid close attention how Regina was outing her fingers in Y/n’s (colored textured hair). The peace didn’t last long, Brittany said another snotty comment and Y/n kicked her, except after she kicked her friend, Y/n started coughing violently. Regina held Y/n upright and the two others got startled and tried helping. 

“Oh god, Y/n breathe.” Stacy said. 

“Where’s that nurse...recovery girl?” Brittany said, all worried. 

Now that an emergency was rising the students didn’t know what to do. These girls didn’t know where the recovery girl was or their way around campus at all. They were all watching her, but do they give up their position to help Y/n? Would she be pissed? Of course she would. This was her time to be herself with people who knew her. But now she was coughing up blood in front of her friends. Shouji got out of his hiding place and Tokoyami followed. 

“Oh my god, how are you not dead?” Brittany said.

The three girls were too distracted to even see the two students approaching them. 

“I can take Y/n to recovery girl since she’s having a fit.” Shouji told the girls.

 His shadow loomed over them. He was so tall, so muscular. Regina and Stacy were both intimidated by the guy. Tokoyami got to his side. 

“I know you, you were Y/n’s little body guard.” Brittany said. Little is such a inaccurate word to describe him.

The coughing got a little faint as Y/n was ready go lights out in Regina’s arms. How could Brittany be so calm while her friend bleeds next to her? Regina past Y/n to Shouji as he cradled her in his arms. 

“You’re the guy who came in third, right?” Stacy asked. 

“Did you get to meet Hawks? He’s so cute.” Regina said. 

“You two can stay and talk, I’ll go with Octo-arms.” Brittany said. 

“Make sure our little Y/n doesn’t die!” Stacy told the two. 

 This must have happened often since the girls were all calm. Shouji and Brittany were alone, as Y/n was probably out of it. Then he was sure Y/n was with what Brittany said. 

“Nice ear on your hand. You were listening weren’t you.” Brittany said. “Don’t get your hopes up with Y/n. You probably like her since she’s someone who seems like she needs saving and you wanna be a hero, but you’re no doctor.” 

“Who said I liked her?” Shouji said. 

“Your actions. You spied on us and you just came at the perfect time to save her.” She told him. 

 His eyes widened and they were there in front of recovery girl’s office. They took the girl out of his arms so quickly and then slammed the door on the two of them. He was still trying to rationalize why he did spy and care. 

“I’m gonna wait here for her to get better you know since her and I are best frenemies, what about you?” Brittany asked. 

“I’ll stay here too.”

“Course you would. Cause you love Y/n don’t you.” Brittany teased harshly. 

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I can’t imagine her coping well here.”

“Why would she need to cope?”

“She didn’t come here in her own free will I bet. From what it looks like her health seems so much worse. To have to spend her final days away from friends, family, her cat’s ashes is very depressing. Recovery girl isn’t gonna cure her is she, just lessen some symptoms.”

Shouji took a deep breath. Brittany didn’t know the truth but knew a whole side to Y/n she never showed the class. He knew he couldn’t disprove her. 

“So like with your mouth hand is it like a playing with a sock puppet?” It was phrased like a question but really a jab. “That could be your hero name, the sock hero, sock puppet.”

He liked it better when people were afraid of him. This girl wasn’t afraid of him, she’d seen his soft side and already knew there was something hidden between him and Y/n and was gonna use that. 

“Are you worried you’re gonna lose your friend?” He asked her.   

“To death not to you.” She told him. 

  Recovery girl came out to say Y/n was better, but was out of it. Brittany sighed, went in to say a quick good bye and left glaring at Shouji. Brittany gathered the other two girls and left the campus. Shouji offered to stay, but recovery girl said she didn’t know when Y/n would wake up. She had called Aizawa to let him know about the incident. Shouji did stay and Tokoyami met up with him in the room. Tokoyami told him he wasn’t use to so many questions, especially about Hawks. They even exchanged numbers for more Hawks related questions.

“How was Brittany? She seemed like a handful.” Tokoyami asked. 

“She was…” Shouji didn’t know what was the right thing to say in front of an unconscious Y/n. “...a lot.”

Aizawa came in and sent the boys back to the dorms. He claimed he had to talk to Y/n when she woke up. It was clear Y/n didn’t even have real control over her quirk and now it was going to hurt her further. So Shouji and Tokoyami returned and there their class mates asked questions.

#shoji mezo #shouji mezou #xreader #bnha fanfiction #bnha #shouji mezo #series #bnha shoji #bnha x reader #mezo x reader #shoji x reader

[saturn-in-autumn]

BRO your art and writing are both so good ajsbsjjs can I request a danny reveal to valerie? I would assume this would be a small drabble prompt but I'll let you choose how to do it and if you even want to do it in the first place whoops

ASDFGJHJK Thank you so much! 

Omg, first off I am SO SO Sorry this took me so long to get back to you! It’s actually so bad... But I finally finished your request!! It took me a while to figure out how to phrase everything and get my head around it but I ended up getting a little carried away in the end, I’m sorry... 

So here it is I suppose! I’ve also posted it to Ao3 here if you’d like to have a look, but it’s also under the cut if you want to read it on here! 

Thank you so much for your patience, I only hope it was kind of worth it? Idk. I ended up writing a short story/one shot rather than a drabble haha, I just didn’t expect it to get so long!  And thanks for the request idea! 

- Fire and Water -

Valerie sometimes thought Danny was like water.

He was so perfectly clear somehow, an undisturbed lake shining in the moonlight. His iridescent blue eyes sometimes felt like they could see right through her, somehow sense exactly how she was feeling, understand her deepest secrets.

That eerie calmness rippled and cascaded through him, so clear and tranquil, yet so incredibly dangerous.

He had a depth that terrified her to no end, a feeling that if she dove down too deep he would overflow, drown her with his power. As if his little lake held all the fierce might of the sea.

(In which Danny has a secret to tell Valerie, but doesn't quite know how to go about it)

“Ugh, what am I supposed to do Tuck?” Danny groaned, resting his head on his elbows in the grimy corner booth.

Tucker shrugged, patting his back awkwardly in what he hoped was a comforting manner. “I don’t know man, I don’t have a murderous ghost-hunter for a girlfriend.”

Danny sighed, looking forlornly across the crowded restaurant of the Nasty Burger. Valerie was still standing by the till, laughing with some customer as she took their order. She was gorgeous even in the grease-stained yellow of the fast food uniform. Silently Danny watched as she tucked a stray strand of dark hair out of her eyes and looked away. He was such a loser.

“Hey… but then again, it’s not really our decision to make.” Sam’s voice cut through Danny’s musings and he looked up at her dolefully. “Whether or not you want to share it with her is up to you.” She took another slurp of her slushie and frowned. “I thought you had sworn not to. Why the sudden change?”

Danny looked away, straightening to peer out the window at the passers-by on the street. “I don’t know… I just feel… like it’s wrong to keep lying to her is all…” Danny could feel Sam and Tucker’s eyes on him as he sighed again, “Look, we’ve been going out for almost a year… That’s, like more than I’ve ever been in a relationship my whole life! Plus, even if she doesn’t know it, I know her secret, but she doesn’t know mine, I can’t help feeling like I’m cheating on her or something weird like that…”

“Danny…” Sam started but he continued.

“But at the same time, I’m terrified that if she finds out she’ll hate me y’know? Like… I don’t want to lose her in the process…”

“Look Danny, as the current female representative at the table.” Sam said, placing her drink firmly on the table to look at him in the eyes, “I can safely say that telling the truth is probably your best option. If she finds out and it’s not from you, it’ll probably hurt her a lot more than just coming clean.”  

Tucker nodded, “You know, Sam’s right, if you really care about her what’s the worst that could happen?”

“The worst is that she’ll shoot an ecto-blast through my chest faster than I can say ‘Sorry’.” Danny moaned. “Or she’ll tell my parents or something… Then I’d really be dead meat.”

“And the best-case scenario is that she doesn’t mind.” Sam said with an eyebrow raised. “I’m sorry Danny, but if you guys really care about each other then keeping secrets probably shouldn’t be on the table. Valerie has a right to know if you’re hiding things from her, chances are she’ll figure it out sooner or later. Her aim’s getting better by the day.”

Danny winced, rubbing his upper forearm where the burn mark still stung.

Sam’s eyes softened and she reached over, taking his hand gently, “Danny I honestly think that anyone who knows you, the real you, won’t hate you no matter what you are. The real test is whether or not you think you can trust her enough to tell her and get away with it. She’s still the Red Huntress after all. I wouldn’t take this decision lightly.”

Danny nodded but smiled. “Would you guys mind though?”

Tucker blinked, “Dude, we’re your friends. If you want to date the most dangerous ghost-hunter in Amity Park we have your back. As Sam said, it’s you’re secret to share with whoever you want.”

Danny closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling, “Thanks guys…” he mumbled, glancing over to where Valerie was once again. It looks like she was packing up. “I think I’ll try and tell her tonight…”

At that Tucker’s eyes widened, “Wait, really? Like you don’t want to think about this a little more before you run in guns blazing?”

Danny blinked at him, “Well, I know it’s a little brash sure, but the sooner I do it the sooner I can sleep easy right? Whether she hates me or not I’ll at least know.”

Sam sat back, “You heard the man Tuck, if he’s stubborn enough he’ll do it.”

“Hey!” Danny said, sounding offended, “Okay maybe I’m not 100% on it, but I’ll feel better if I’m not lying to her. Besides…” He smiled slightly, “We’d kinda already had a date planned for tonight. I might as well make use of it…”

As if on cue Valerie walked over, she’d thrown a dark green jacket over the orange of her uniform that perfectly complimented her eyes. “Hey!” she said, arm raised and smiling, “You ready to go?”

“You bet!” Danny laughed, sliding past Tucker and leaving his money on the tray, “I’ll… talk to you guys later then?” He offered and Sam winked.

“Go get em’ tiger.”

Danny grinned, giving Valerie a quick peck on the cheek and the thumbs up to Tucker before the two of them walked out of the restaurant.

***

When they were gone Sam’s lips quirked into a smile, “He’s gonna die.” She chuckled, taking another slurp of her drink as she sat back in the booth.

“Wait what?” Tucker asked swinging his saucepan-sized eyes to her in disbelief, “What was all that about ‘accepting who you are’ then?”

Sam eyed him across the table, “You kidding? Valerie’s gonna stomp his heart into pieces with five-inch high stilettos, but even then, I doubt she’ll hate him for it.”

Tucker sighed and took another bite of his burger, “I don’t know. It’s just odd he has this sudden conviction to tell her everything. It’s a pretty big deal is all.”

Sam shrugged, “Yeah, but then again I guess it’s just a sign of how much she means to him. After all, he told us pretty soon after it y’know… happened…”

“Yeah but that’s different, we’re his best friends and you’re one of the main reasons he got his ghost powers in the first place. Plus, Valerie hated his guts on principle back then because she was still with the A-Listers… now she just hates him for different reasons…”

She scowled at him, but nodded, “Well then fine. Maybe he just wants to take their relationship up a notch. I don’t know why you’re having such a hard time with this Tucker, if Danny wants to go blabbering about his powers to people, he has his reasons for it. Despite appearances he’s not that much of an idiot to get caught by his parents or the GIW.”

“I know it’s just…”

“Ohhh,” Sam grinned, cutting Tucker off with a shit-eating grin. “Oh, I see, you’re jealous.”

“What!” Tucker shrieked, “Am not!”

“You’re jealous that Danny is opting to bring someone else in on the team, this was the same thing with Jazz! You’re too proud to admit that you like being a sidekick.”

“What!? Never. I’m Danny’s guy-in-the-chair! His wingman! His Q to his 007! It’s not like Valerie could—”

“Oh yeah totally, the Red Huntress with an arsenal of weapons and ghost-hunting experience would never take Tucker Foley’s precious slot as the guy-in-the-chair.”

“Fuck’s sake Sam.” Tucker spat, “I’m not jealous, and fine then, I don’t care who the hell Danny goes and talks to. Are you happy?”

“Ecstatically.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck me yourself coward.”

“I hate you so much…”

“I know. So… you down for Doomed later?”

He shrugged, standing up and throwing a few notes on the table, “Sure. I’ll catch you around 9.”

***

Danny hadn’t planned for this at all.

He mentally slapped himself as he and Valerie walked to the movie theatre, absentmindedly chatting as best he could about her day. The street was almost deserted at this time in the afternoon, couples walking to and from places, laughing as they held hands. Danny smiled. They were all so… alive.

Valerie said something and Danny watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her breath clouding in front of her face before hugging her jacket closer to her body and cupping frozen hands around a fresh cup of coffee to keep warm.

Amity Park in autumn was both beautiful and freezing with the golden brown and red of leaves staining the paths and parks like wounded soldiers on the fields of battle.

He would have shivered if he could.

As it was Danny looked away, the cold didn’t really seem to affect him in the same way anymore. A pang of guilt struck his chest as Valerie laughed at something, she sounded so happy. If only she knew who she was walking with…

After the movie, he vowed, after the movie I’ll tell her. She deserves to know.

“Hey! Are you even paying attention?” She asked and he blinked, startled out of his musings.

“Uh yeah, sure… what did you say again?”

She sighed throwing her hands up in exasperation, “Honestly, you can be so… distant sometimes. What the heck goes through your head anyways? Stuck in the stars again NASA boy?”

Danny laughed, “I guess you could say that…” Was he really that obvious?

“Well, I asked, what do you want to see?”

“Oh right!” Gazing up at the selection he paused, “I…” he bit his lip, his mind going blank, it didn’t feel right to choose… “I don’t mind, how about you pick?”

She looked at him sideways, “Man you’re acting jumpy today.” A gleam caught in her eye and Danny gulped, “How about a horror?”

“Uh well… if that’s…” Danny stumbled over his words.

“Great! Glad that’s decided. I want to get really scared tonight, two tickets to your most horrifying film my good sir!” She chimed to the guy behind the counter.

The guy looked them up and down but shrugged, “Cinema 5, have fun.”

***

Danny wasn’t really paying attention through the film.

Guilt was eating away at him, gnawing at the edges of his subconscious as Valerie laughed and jumped at the loud noises and crappy special effects that Hollywood perceived ghosts to be. Danny smiled absently, they really had no clue how wrong they were compared to the real thing.

She held his hand in the gentle darkness of the cinema, and Danny couldn’t help but look at her in the faint light from the screen. Her green eyes glistened with excitement and curiosity, taking in all she saw with such conviction.

He smiled, she was light, warm and comforting. Even as she gripped his ice-cold skin Danny couldn’t help but admire her. She laughed when she felt like it, got angry when she felt like it, smiled and danced in her own brilliant warmth. Danny’s eyes softened as he leaned into her touch, savouring this moment. Feeling her heartbeat through her skin.

She was dazzling.

Danny pulled away slightly, his eyes narrowing, but she was like fire to his ice. She melted him in ways she could never understand, but he was sure, he was frighteningly sure he was going to burn her irreversibly in the end.

But if that’s the way it had to be, then so be it.

“Hey Val?” He mumbled, leaning further into her shoulder in the gloom of the theatre, feeling her warmth against his cheek. She stopped gazing at the screen and turned to him, her eyes still dancing in that dull luminosity. Danny sighed, letting his dark hair fall into his eyes so she couldn’t see that he was on the verge of tears. “I’ve been… keeping something from you. For a long time now… I just… don’t know how to say it…”

He felt her shift under his weight, and he pulled away, looking in the opposite direction. She was looking at him, he could feel her green eyes taking him in and he felt his heart panged with annoyance. Annoyance at himself, at how weak he was.

“Danny…” Valerie started, and he looked at her, she was smiling softly in the light, “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me anythi—”

“No, you deserve to know. But… maybe in a bit if that’s alright?” He grit his teeth and looked back up at the screen as the final scene began, he smiled sadly locking eyes with her. “I just… want this moment to last a little longer is all…”

***

Valerie sometimes thought Danny was like water.

He was so perfectly clear somehow, like an undisturbed lake shining in the moonlight. His iridescent blue eyes sometimes felt like they could see right through her, somehow sense exactly how she was feeling, understand her deepest secrets.

It was awe inspiring. Like Danny knew exactly where she went when she snuck out of class, knew her connection to ghosts and the other shadows of Amity Park. Knew who she really was.

But he never seemed to care. It was why, she supposed, she was so drawn to him in the first place. The eerie calmness that rippled and cascaded through him, so clear and tranquil, yet dangerously so. Pooling with something else.

A darkness. A depth that terrified her to no end, a feeling that if she dove too deep he would overflow, drown her with his power. As if his little lake held all the fierce might of the sea.

Why did that feeling surface now? That dread that crashed against the shoreline of her heart. Breaking the tension as Danny lead her out of the theatre and into the cool night air. What was this in her chest that felt like the pressure of being unable to breathe?

He laughed at something and Valerie felt a shift in the atmosphere as she looked at him in the light of the street, his blue eyes reflecting something she couldn’t see. Something beyond where they stood outside a bustling theatre.

“I want to show you something,” Danny said, there was a kind of relief to his words, like he’d been daring himself to say them. “But not here.”

He glanced at her and she felt that terrible drowning sense in her chest again as his clear-blue eyes softened in the moonlight. He looked… so sad, like this was somehow the last time she’d ever see him.

Danny stayed silent as they walked, weaving in and around the humdrum of pedestrians and life that flittered around them like moths to a flame.

She let him pull her along, feeling the familiar chill that buzzed between her fingertips of his skin brushing hers. He was so cold, so frozen in time. It gripped at her.

It was only now that she started to watch him in comparison to the people on the street. In his dark, navy jacket and worn jeans he stood out and blended in at the same time. Like he wasn’t meant to be there and was there all at once. It seemed unnatural somehow…

She shook her head, following him across the street to the park, letting the dull glow of the stars guide them along the cracked paths.

What was it he wanted to show her? And why did it feel like an ending and a beginning all at once? Her curiosity ate at her but if Danny was willing to show her, she would be patient.

The park seemed twisted at night time. The trees warped somehow in the dark, green grass glowing blue in the silver light of the moon.

Danny looked around and hurried on, pulling her up the hill to where a small crop of trees nestled between the undergrowth. There was no one around for miles but Danny seemed extra cautious, double and triple checking their surroundings to make sure they weren’t being followed.

“Danny, you’re scaring me you know that.” Valerie finally said, breaking the silence that had hung over them for so long.

He chuckled softly and came to sit next to her, looking out at the twinkling lights of the city spread out below them like a map. A perfect mirror for the stars above.

The throb of life buzzed about them, the shrieking of tyres, the chink of glasses and the laughter of people. The metropolis was a beating heart but here in this secluded tower, they watched it all in silence.

“I’m so sorry Val…” Danny finally said, and she looked at him as he laid back, staring upwards towards the sky. “I feel like I’ve been lying to you, from the very beginning.”

She wanted to interrupt, wanted to tell him what a mysterious jerk he was being and just to cut to the chase, but she said nothing, too entranced by the wandering lights that reflected in his irises.

“The truth is, that I…” Danny’s expression changed slightly, and his teeth gritted together. Whatever it was that he was trying to say to her, Valerie knew that it was probably something major.

“Danny… you don’t—”

“No, I do.” He said, pulling an arm across his eyes so that she couldn’t see him. “I have to tell you; cause otherwise you’re just going to find out from someone else and then I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

He sat up and turned to her, his dark hair framing his face as he gripped her shoulders. Her heart fluttered slightly in her chest; he was crying.

She watched as that perfectly clear water fell from his eyes, carving rivers in his pale skin. She felt something press against her lungs, that fear of drowning, and she opened her mouth to speak.

“I—”

“I love you…” Danny said, cutting her off, his head bowing as she blinked at his words, numbly they settled on her like falling snow as she felt her heart lighten. “I love you so much… That’s why it’s not fair to keep hiding myself, the real me, from you any longer.”

“Danny I—”

“No, Val, please, let me finish.” Danny looked at her and she felt a pang of guilt cross her chest. He smiled, such a sad smile, as he continued. “Val, I love you. I didn’t think I would fall for someone so hard as I do for you… you’re incredible you know that? You’re so strong and dazzling to look at it hurts my eyes.”

She felt her eyes widen but he continued, “Ever since I met you, you’ve shown me time and time again how great you really are. And quite frankly, I don’t think I deserve you. But I wanted to tell you that I love you. Let you know how much you truly mean to me so that you don’t lose sight of who I am.”

Danny looked at her, “I’m an idiot you know that? I’m such a complete and utter loser that I take so much of what I have for granted. Sam and Tucker have always told me so and that’s why I want to stop hiding from you Valerie. Because I care too much for you to continue acting, continue pretending that I’m alright.”

Danny began to shake as he spoke and she shifted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him in close to her as a smile lifted her face. “Hey. Look at me,” he lifted his eyes to hers and Valerie smiled, “You know, if you’re scared to tell me you don’t have to Danny. Cause…” She felt light, “Because I love you too.”

He blinked at her and smiled, “I was afraid of that…”

She laughed, “Oh yeah and why’s that wisecrack?”

He smiled but didn’t laugh. “Because of who… no that’s not right… because of what I am Val.”

She stopped laughing, he was dead serious, she gripped her chest, that tightness was suffocating now. The fun-loving idiot she had fallen for seemed to melt off him as his eyes narrowed, turning to her fully to look at her dead in the eyes. “Val, I don’t want you to think any less of me, I really and truly want us to continue being close, I want to hold your hand and laugh, go see movies and continue living like this with you for the rest of my life…”

Wait. What was he saying? What did he mean by…

“But, Valerie Grey. I can’t keep hiding forever. I brought you here tonight to tell you something about myself that I can’t share lightly with anyone. But you have to promise to trust me, promise me Val. Please promise me that you won’t think any less of me for it and that you won’t tell anyone else... please this is important.”

She felt the pressure in her lungs choking her now, but she nodded, why was she so scared? So utterly terrified that she might lose him? “I promise. I promise, whatever you want to tell me it’s okay Danny. It’s okay, you can tell me…”

Danny smiled and nodded, his shoulder’s sagging as he did so as if all the tension released from him in one motion. Like he had been waiting his whole life to hear those words. “Val… I…maybe it’s easier if I show you instead?”

She blinked but nodded, allowing him to let go of her as she sat back.

Danny looked at her, she was so perfect, sitting there patiently waiting for him to show her what he meant. He closed his eyes and looked to the stars, here goes nothing…

“Val, I’m so sorry…” he whispered, and triggered his transformation.

Valerie watched in mild horror as the light sparked around his mid-section, twin-rings expanding at his waist.

Wait what?

They broke and spilt, traveling over his body slowly as he stood there, changing him.

What’s happening?

Danny sighed at the feeling of relief, the cool sensation of weightlessness taking hold as the rings reached the base of his neck with a rush of adrenaline.

Valerie felt her hands fly to mouth to cover the shriek of shock as Phantom touched down lightly in front of her. His skin glowing in the eclipse of the moon, the black jumpsuit replacing the familiar jeans and jacket Valerie knew so well…

She stumbled, her mind racing a marathon as her heart banged so hard against her chest, she swore it was audible. No. No this couldn’t be right… Danny was… Danny was?

He looked at her with that same sad smile and she allowed herself to gasp. The clear blue of his eyes now glimmering green like emeralds against the sky.

He sunk to his knees and looked away; he’d ruined it hadn’t he? The curling white of his hair intermingling with the evening breeze. Looking down almost resentfully at the snow-white gloves that adorned his hands. “I’m so sorry…” His voice echoed across the space between them and Valerie inadvertently shivered. “I’m so sorry Val…”

Valerie just sat there, staring blankly at the scene in front of her as Phantom… no Danny, hung his head in his hands. She reached out, but paused, no this couldn’t be right… This was all a big misunderstanding, right? A joke?

She pulled her hand back, cupping it against her chest. But it felt so real, so obvious that she mentally cursed herself for being so stupid.

Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom, he’d barely even changed his name. She blinked, observing the shape of his face, the style of his hair, it was all the same, all exactly the same… But even then… Danny couldn’t be a ghost! Surely not… surely… and of all ghosts Phantom? The town hero? Her ultimate enemy? It couldn’t possibly be real; this couldn’t possibly be happening right now…

“You’re probably wondering what happened right?” Valerie snapped her attention towards him as he laughed dryly, the sound was grating, so completely alien to her, “That’s usually the first question I get asked…”

She nodded, she felt so numb.

“It was the Fenton Portal.” He smiled, the white of his hair playing on the breeze like snow, “Mum and Dad couldn’t get it working so I thought it was safe enough to look inside… I… it turned on while I was in there…”

Valerie shuddered, phantom screams of Danny being electrocuted rattling her skull as if she’d been there herself. That was how he’d died? Screaming and alone?

“I’m so sorry Val…” He said again, looking at her, she jolted at the green of his eyes, but he continued, “I’m so sorry you had to find out, but I couldn’t lie to you forever. I just couldn’t keep pretending it was all fine considering our… history…”

A sharp pain rippled through her heart as she realised that he did know. Of course he did. Phantom had known she was the Red Huntress from the beginning, and yet even after every fight they’d had, every insult and curse she’d flung his way… Danny still continued loving her, being around her even then. Even then…

She felt cheated slightly, like he’d known her deepest secret for so long that it wasn’t fair she didn’t know his in return. But she stopped, hadn’t that been the point though? What would she have done if she’d known earlier? What good would it have done to know?

She reached for him cautiously and he flinched as she touched his shoulder. He was so cold, so incredibly cold but she gripped him, feeling the static of ectoplasm under her fingertips as she turned him to her.

His eyes were wide, but she smiled slightly, pulling him down into her, drawing him into a hug.

He was like ice against her, buzzing with electricity and energy that was the only way he could survive. “You’re so stupid you know that?” She felt him twitch slightly against her but she smiled, “I can’t imagine what it was like… what you must go through every day Danny… knowing that there is this side to you that you can’t share with anyone…”

“You’re not scared? Or angry? You don’t hate me, do you?” He sounded so timid, like a frightened child.

She thought about it, sure, she was certainly angry. But not as much as she’d expected, she laughed slightly, she hadn’t planned on this when she finally had Phantom in her grasp.

“Danny… I… don’t think I do… You never told me the truth because I never gave you a reason for it. I was so completely bent on destroying you that I don’t know… I lost sight on what I was fighting… but I’m glad you waited until now to tell me…”

He pulled back from her slightly so she could see his face, “You mean that?”

She nodded, “If I had found out earlier, I might have blasted you to bits. But as it stands… I’m…” she grinned, “I’m really glad I got to know you, Danny Fenton.”

He blinked at her reaction, pulling back further so that they were at eye level. “I…” he started but she pushed a finger to his lips.

“Let me finish loverboy. I believed ghosts were… well monsters. Bent on destroying this world and everyone in it, senseless and unstoppable monsters and nothing more… I never let my guard down, never let anyone see me weak. Until you Danny. I let you in and now, you’ve let me in. And that means so much more than I think you realise. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty shocked, and it’s gonna take me a week to digest all of this… but I love you Danny. You, no matter what you are.”

His eyes widened and he laughed, the familiar sound tinkling against her making her smile.

Valerie didn’t exactly know how she found himself in the position she was in next, but all she felt was the soft press of lips against hers and she wrapped her arms tightly around Danny, feeling light as air. She slipped her hands from his waist to over his shoulders, pushing in for the kiss. Danny felt like his world had exploded into stars, she tasted like strawberries and sunlight mixed together in utter happiness. And Valerie smiled against him, he tasted like static but she didn’t care. Danny could’ve stayed like that forever, and he probably would’ve if Valerie didn’t slip her hands off of him and gently push away.

She smiled, the heavy fear had lifted from her chest and she sighed as it dispersed. The clear water moving in it’s wake.

“So what do we do now?” She asked and Danny blinked, smiling softly as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

He looked to the stars, feeling lighter than ever, “I don’t know.”

“Well, Phantom, how about a truce to begin with.” She winked and Danny laughed, getting to his feet he took her hand and pulled her up with him.

“My my, the Red Huntress herself is offering a ceasefire? I never thought I’d see the day!”

“Oh hush, I can still shoot you.”

He gulped but nodded, a bright smile lighting up his face as he began to float slightly off the ground.

“Not for nothing,” she murmured, eying the space between his feet and the ground warily, “But how about you… uh… what’s the word you use? Switch back? Cause if you walk me home in that state, I think my dad’s gonna have to bring out a little heavier an artillery than a shotgun.”

Danny nodded, touching down without a word, feeling the rings of light split around his waist again as the world held weight once more.

Valerie gasped as Phantom fell away but regained her composure, “Somehow I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that…” she muttered, and he laughed, his blue eyes sparkling.

“Val… I’m… I’m really happy with how tonight went…” Danny grinned as they walked back towards the path, “But you’re sure that you’re okay with this whole… me being Phantom thing?”

She hummed in thought but nodded, “Yeah, but you’re going to have to answer a bunch of questions I have about yourself and the other ghosts. Plus,” she winked at him, “I still expect to be able to fight. Treat me as an equal ghost boy, I refuse to be your sidekick.”

Danny laughed but waved a hand, “Oh don’t worry, I think Tucker wouldn’t talk to me again if I let you have that role.”

“Then that’s settled then… shall we—”

Danny’s breath misted in front of his face and Valerie stiffened as a wave of static swept the park. “Oh no,” she mumbled, a sensor beeping quietly on her watch as she reached for her backpack, flicking the switch on the underside.

He speeder hit the ground and Valerie’s eyes narrowed as she pulled down her hood, snapping the butt of her ecto-gun against her palm as she whirled to Danny.

He was already in fighting mode, the human boy she’d fallen for melting away as the half-ghost hero Phantom stood by her side. Just as a massive, bloated figure rounded the corner ahead of them.

She looked at him a smile playing on her lips, “You ready ghost boy?”

He grinned, “You bet, partner.”

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Wildest Notes Chap 2

Ya know what I love about this movie? The fact that it goes day by day instead of trying to cram it in one singular day. So this makes writing this fic so much easier and way more fun to write! 

Was this my best chapter? Probably not. Is it cute? YES! 

Will I start chapter 3? Not yet cause I have to catch up on Thistle and For Gods Sake. So y’all be patient with Gardner. Trust me I would love nothing more than to write out this entire fic in one day. But freakin Eugene and Samuel need their moments as well. 

So if ya liked to be tagged please let me know. And I’ll see you guys in the next chapter of whatever gets updated next! 

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What’s the best thing about Jazz? Besides it becoming very sexualized due to the fact that the Saxophone and Clarinet for some reason turn people on. I think the best thing about jazz is that it can cover so many different genres. Want some latin jazz funk? Here’s some jazz funky latin. I think this is my brain trying to calm down as my first performance with making money. 

Standing in front of the club as I was debating on whether to make a run for it or just too bite the bullet. Ahhhhh crap. I always get these jitters before a performance like this and even at just private concerts in school I was a train wreck. 

“Hey. You Cora?” Someone yelled as I held my binder tighter.

“Umm yes. And you?” He flicked his cigarette and approached me with his instrument. 

“Theo Rivers. You’ve come to join our merry troop?” He opened the door and motioned for me to go in first. 

“Yes I have.”  He closed the door behind me as it was a small dark hallway. We reached onto the club floor as there were a bunch of people on the wide stage warming up, and talking amongst themselves. 

The room was much bigger than I imagined as it sparkled with a large chandelier that dangled down from above. You could see the doors to and from the kitchen as they were painted black. The bar was long and filled with so many different types of alcohol I wasn’t sure what was from where. The hardwood floors were this lovely dark red that made the black tables look to grande. 

“Just play it cool little thang.” Ew. Thang? Really? I stopped in the middle of the dance floor as Lucas approached the stage in front of everyone. 

“Alright everyone calm down I know that we’re all excited for the new pianist whenever she gets here. Trust me you guys are going to love her!” That would be Mr. Lucas Puzo. I found him in a local music shop as I was trying to find some sort of cheap good piano. (Which is harder than it sounds.) 

“Would that be her Lucas?” Someone pointed out as I was standing in the middle of the dance floor. 

“Ah yes. Ladies and Gents this is our new pianist Cora Lister!” He popped down from the stage and walked over to me. I gave them a small wave as he placed his hands on my shoulder to usher me over to the stage. 

“Hello.” I said softly as everyone was smiling and waving. 

“Now we open in twenty minutes so get yourself warmed up missy! Alright make sure you guys give her the lineup so she’s not improvising too much. Ima go to the jon so give me five minutes.” He walked away as I stood in front of everyone as they stared back. 

Not saying a word I dashed over to the piano to get comfortable on my bench. The drummer got up from his set to stand on the end of the piano as he slid over a piece of paper. I grabbed it to look at the two sets we were doing tonight. A good mixture of swing, ballads, latin, and funk? Hm. Love it. 

“Felix by the way.” He smiled as I nodded. So we’re starting off with Give me a simple life? A Little cliche but it’s a good warm up song. 

“You don’t talk much do you?” He asked as I placed the sheet on my stand. 

“Sorry just trying to get ready.” I told him as he shook his head. 

“Leave her be Felix. He’s more wild than a dog in heat when it comes to new members of our troop. Kobi the bassest.” He stood on my left as I waved at him. 

“Then Kobi tries to be all smooth and act like he’s innocent. Y’all are not as smooth as you think. Krista I’m the best trombone there is.” She sat down next to me as I placed my binder on the piano stand. 

“And then she acts like the superhero for women when in reality she is also trying to get into your pants. As you can see Cora you’ve attracted the dogs of the band on complete accident. For the record she’s fourth chair as I am first. Chandler by the way.” He sat on the other side as I was completely confused on what was happening. So four people are trying to get in my pants and the only few words I said were hello and sorry just trying to get ready. How the flippin’ heck does that happen? 

“I should get a squirt bottle to back off against Cora! Bad bad bad!” Lucas yelled as everyone laughed to sit back in their seats. Thank Goodness. I’m not quite sure what the heck just happened but that felt like my first ever college frat party I attended. Like a penis magnet, then I left two minutes later to go home and binge watch SVU. 

“Cora please tune everyone before they go mad.” Lucas ordered as cracked my knuckles real quick. I played B flat and everyone began tuning. Quickly running up and down a few scales as some random man came running out of the kitchen. 

“We’re about to open! Go ahead!” He yelled as Lucas shrugged and began clearing his throat. Wait he’s singing? Would’ve loved to get a chance to practice with him so I know exactly how this band rolls!

“For your sake. Just follow me and you’ll be just fine.” Kobi told me as I nodded. I just do what I usually do when playing. TRYING NOT TO PANIC!

“One..two..a one two three four!” Immediately on a roll! 

My left ear listening to the bass as my other one was focusing on the tempo Felix was giving off. A little faster than normal versions of the song but I kind of enjoy it. Definitely features a lot of me but as long as I stay calm and keep my focus on the tempo I’ll be just fine. 

People began coming into the club, sitting around the small tables and waiters already serving them. I’m assuming this is a regulars club most likely. Because how many people do you know regularly enjoy listening to jazz? 

I noticed my piano solo was coming already as I cracked my neck and thought of a good improv pattern for myself that would match nicely with the song. Maybe something a little spicy but not too spicy. 

My fingers bounced up and down the piano as my attention went towards Lucas who was nodding at my improv solo. I’d known he was impressed with me when I played at graduation. 

Another glimpse into the crowd as everyone was talking amongst themselves or watching us up they're playing. Ya know I was expecting a lot less people but the turnout was pretty great for my first night. 

Is it weird that I’m a little shocked that Gardner didn’t show up? I mean I knew he was tightly rounded but thought getting him out of his house would do him some good. But that’s what happens when I try to be nice in my life. Everyone ends up shutting the door in my face but somehow I still stand..ah ya don’t need to hear me. 

The song finished as the crowd began softly cheering as Lucas bowed to everyone. He fixed his tie as he clapped his hands. He began kissing up to the crowd as I flipped the page to the next song in the set. Which should be You Belong to Me. Not the Taylor Swift version obviously. I believe it’s the Jo Stafford version. Luckily it’s not a big piano song so I’ll be nice and cozy back here this time. 

“PST Cora!” He was trying to be quiet but that obviously wasn’t working. 

“What Kobi?” I asked as he leaned over to the piano and tried to say something to me. But I barely could hear out of choice. I think I’m just going to bust through the sets here and then go home. 

A waitress approached me as she held up some sort of blue drink up to me as I shook my head. Me? Getting drunk on the piano? Never in my life! She shrugged as Lucas began counting us off again softly. 

Definitely business till I can get used to this sort of environment. 

~~~

“YOU BETTER GET BACK! HONKY CAT! LIVING IN THE CITY AIN’T WHERE IT’S AT! IT’S LIKE TRYING FIND GOLD IN A SILVER MINE! IT’S LIKE TRYING TO DRINK WHISKEY FROM A BOTTLE OF WINE!” I danced around my kitchen as I placed the last plate from lunch away. Angus was sitting in the entrance between the kitchen and living room. 

“Well I read some books OW! And I read some magazines! C’mere Angus!” I told him as he trotted over and jumped up into my arms. 

“About those high-class ladies down in New Orleans.” He was annoyed as I was moving him back and forth. He should be used to it by now at this point. 

“AND ALL THE FOLKS BACK HOME..WELL...SAID I WAS A FOOL!” Angus plopped down to sulk himself back into the living room and laid down on the floor with the sun shining through the window on him. 

“THEY SAID OH BELIEVE IN THE LORD IS THE GOLDEN RULE!” I danced my way over to the record play to turn it down a little due to the fact my neighbors probably don’t want to hear me screaming Honky Cat lyrics. I mean I can sing but when Elton comes on it’s like a party. 

It was just low enough I heard that creak of a front gate open as the tip toed over to the front door and was ready to pounce and scare him. No that’s too mean. Maybe another time when he’s not carrying a package of mine. He quickly knocked on the screen door as I opened my front door and he was off. 

“Hiya Gardner.” It was like a car break on how fast he stopped. I looked down to see how huge this box was and saw it was from Eureka. Mom? 

“Mind giving me a hand?” I asked him as he turned around and looked down at the ground. 

“Sure.” He came up the porch as I tossed the mail into the music room as we bent down to pick up the box. 

Well..a slip and a fall. That big bulky box landed straight on my left foot. If you think stubbing that little toe of yours was bad. This was a whole lot worse.

“Son of a biscuit!” I tried laughing it up as Gardner had his hands over his mouth. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He panicked as I smiled at him. One of those painful smiles that’s trying to cover up that I’m screaming in pain internally. 

“It’s fine. Just let’s get this in here!” I said through my teeth as we tried lifting it again and carrying it inside. We walked into the living room for Angus to move quickly out of the way. 

“Now please don’t crush my foot again.” I told him as we slowly lowered the box onto the rug. I sat down on the couch to then look at my left foot making sure it wasn’t broken. Luckily we’re all good. 

“Is your foot okay?” He chirped as I nodded. 

“Yeah it’ll be fine. You often drop boxes on people's feet?” I tried to lighten the conversation but I could tell he was not interested. Might as well see what’s in the box.

“Give me another hand into the kitchen.” I got back up from the couch as he looked at the door. 

“I really don’t have time.” I placed my hands on my hips with one eyebrow raised at him. We reached down again and carried it into the kitchen and placed it on the counter. He took a step back and grabbed a small knife to open the box. 

“Well if that’s everything Cora.” I placed the knife down and tossed an apple to him. He barely caught it as I reached into the box. 

“You look a little famished. An apple always helps.” I pulled out a rolled up bubble wrap to see it was Mrs. Seymours old collection of her Elvis Presley China!  

“Oh my gosh!” I laughed as The King was painted on the plate. 

“Ya know I love people’s obsession with the weirdest things in the world. Mrs. Seymour loved Elvis Presley China.” I pulled out the second dinner plate that had him in his big red glittery suit. 

“Why Elvis?” Gardner asked as I handed him the plate. 

“She loves Elvis. Oh my god it’s like her passion before opening a home for all of us and locking it down.” I reached in to pull out the all white suit Elvis but it was cracked in half. 

“Well. You broke Elvis Gard. Now you gotta fix him.” I told him as a wave of panic rolled on his face. 

“Ya know..I...I..can’t. Uh..I really really..” I think the glue is in the junk drawer. I opened the drawer to see super duper glue. Perfect! He placed down the apple he didn’t even take a bite out of and stand in front of the broken plate. 

“Now just be gentle with the King.” I began squeezing the glue along the crack as he kept trying to check his watch. If he doesn’t stop checking his watch I’m gonna throw it in the backyard! 

“Alright now just hold it still.” I told him as we pushed the plate back together for the glue to start sticking. 

“Now I’m going out to lunch if you could just stand here till I get back.” His eyes widened as I looked at him dead seriously. 

“Wait what lunch!?” I lost it as he sunk back into himself. 

“I’m..I’m sorry. I..I generally don’t hang out with civilians this much.” Civilians? Do I look like I’m in the army? Do I need to salute him or something? 

“Just messin’ with your Gard. You need to lighten up a little bit sir. Us civilians aren’t all horrid people.” I told him as he looked down at the plate as I gently took it from his hands. He put his white hat on his head as he began becoming uptight again. 

“I’m sorry if I broke your foot.” He blurted out as I looked down at it. I imagine I'll be getting some sort of bruise. Not really a problem due to the fact I use my right foot for the petals anyhow. 

Angus came strolling into the kitchen as he sat down in front of Gard waiting for him to scratch the top of his head. He looked down at him as Angus was beginning to whimper at Gard. 

“If you’re going to bail on me without saying goodbye. At Least say goodbye to Angus.” Angus licked his lips as Gard quickly scratched the top of his head. 

“Goodbye Cora. This was interesting again.” Turning around like a bat out of hell as Angus and I watched him leave the kitchen through the living room and shutting the front door. 

Why do I find him so adorable?

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                                  #ExcessEvent003      ---   FAN-NIVAL !!       

 who  doesn’t  love  a  carnival ?   who  doesn’t  love  celebrities ?   mix  the  two  together  and  you’ve  got  something  destined  for  greatness.   presented  by  sony  records  --  the  first  annual  𝕗𝕒𝕟-𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕥   is  underway ,  with  a  line  of  your  favorite  famous  faces  all  working  together  for  a  week  long  fund  raising  event.  100%  of  the  proceeds  from  the  carnival  will  be  doubled  by  sony  records  and  donated  to  multiple  charities  .  so  come  on  by  to  see  your  favorite  celebrities  working  the  best  carnival  attractions  in  los  angeles.  organized  &  assigned  by  eden  o’connor  &  noel  laurent  ( aka  randomly  selected  by  a  name  randomizer  ) ,  here’s  the  full  list  of  where  your  favorite  celebs  can  be  found  throughout  this  week.   they’ll  be  allowed  breaks  throughout  the  day  from  their  shifts  at  their  respective  booths  but  they’ll  finally  be  able  to  enjoy  the  park  fully  on  the  1st  as  it’ll  open  up  exclusively  for  our  hard  working  a-listers.   unless  otherwise  specified  in their  job  descriptions  all  carnival  workers  will  be  expected  to  wear  their  assigned  uniform.   trust  me,  this  is  no  where  near  as  embarrassing  as  some  of  the  other  costumes.  so  dust  off  your  bowties ! 

alright  baybees  ,  this  event  will  be  taking  place  from  the 27th  to  the  30th with  a  discord  event  on  the  1st !  the  time  for  that   will  be  decided  in  a  later  poll .   if  you  have  any  questions  let  us  know,  we’ll  be  happy  to  answer  them. everything  was  chosen  randomly and  if  y’all  want  we’ll  be  doing  more  event  like  this !  ( this could get relatively long so i recommend just doing ctrl + f and finding ur muses name. )  i  tried  to  give  each  booth  some  detail  so  y’all  feel  inspired  to  write !   like  usual  we  ask  you  pause  current  threads  on  the  27th  !   we  randomly  choose  jobs  so  now’s  a  great  time  to  interact  with  someone  you  haven’t  yet!  okay,  cool!! 

alright  here’s  the  job  descriptions /  assignments:  

 dunk tank:   two  bucks  for  a  total  of  three  chances  to  dunk  your  favorite  celebrity  into  a  vat  of  ice  cold  water?  sounds  like  fun  to  me !  they’re  allowed  to  wear  whatever  they  want :  they’ll  be  going  through  enough  pain . 

at  dunk  tank  you’ll find...  samyr, molly, milena, malachi ! 

balloon  pop:  right  next  to  the  dunk  tanks,  you’ll  find  balloon  pop!  an  easy  game  to  win  some  fun  prizes.  much  like  the  fish  game,  this  is  destine  to  attract  kids  (  so  watch  your  behavior!  ) 

at  balloon  pop  you’ll  find...  lincoln,  stevie , presley, victorio  ! 

carriage ride:  make  way  for  a  real  fun  experience !  our  celebs  will  be  dressed  up  as  fairytale  characters  as  they  direct   and  run   the  carriage  ride.  

at  the  carriage  ride  you’ll  find...  angel  as  prince  charming,  harris  as  a  pirate  , stas  as  a  mermaid  princess , isabel  as  a  fairy  !   

ring toss :  a  super  fun  game with  some  pretty  incredible  prizes !!  along  with  stuffed  animals,  brand  new  apple  devices,  and  cash --  do  well  enough  in  the  game  and  you  might  be  able  to   win  a  date  with  one  of  the  celebrities  working  the  game!  good  luck x 

 at  ring  toss  you’ll  find...  sahar,  ashley , adore,  kennedy  ! 

 lucky duck:  an  easy  going  game  (  and  maybe  the  most  boring  but  you  didn’t  hear  that  from  us  )  lucky  ducks  perfect  for  our  very  young  visitors!  hopefully  you’ll  be  able  to  keep  yourself  occupied  . 

at  lucky  duck  you’ll  find...  brodie, mel, kaia ,  axel 

face painting :  hopefully  you’ve  brushed  up  on  your  painting  skills (  or  practiced  using  the  how-to  videos  we  sent  you  last  week ! )  either  way,  you’ll  be  face  painting  this  week!  get  ready  to  go  home  covered  in  glitter.   

at   face  painting  you’ll  find...   seth, gus,  billie , gen 

fish game:  the  best  part  of  the  carnival ?  coming  home  with  a  new  pet  goldfish ,  of  course!  the  fish  game  will  be  quite  popular  so  we  hope  you’re  ready  to  stay  busy.  

at  the  fist  game  you’ll  find...  kami, rhett, amari, selina

 water squirt game :  hope  you  don’t  have  a  fear  of  clowns!  you’re  welcome  to  stop  by  the  face  painting  booth  before  your  shift  or  do  it  yourself --  but  we  wanna  see  your  best  clown  costume.  have  fun!  

at  the  water  squirt  game  you’ll  find...   maeve, logan, damian

  kissing booth:  ooooooh,  how  spicy! hope  you’ve  been  using  the  lip  scrub  we  sent  you  in  the  mail.  carnival  goers  have  the  opportunity  to  get  a  kiss  from  their  favorite  celebrity --  with  quite  the  hefty  price,  of  course .  kissing  booth  workers  will  be  dressed  up  as  love  doctors  /  nurses. 

at  the  kissing  booth  you’ll  find...  marnie, scout, scott, maxi

 hall of mirrors:  we  love  a  good  maze!  hope  you  don’t  get  lost  during  your  shift. hall  of  mirrors  will  be  another  very  popular  attraction,  so  we  hope  you  find  time  for  yourself.  

at  the  hall  of  mirrors  you’ll  find...  paris,  allie , frankie, lucinda 

  haunted house:  what’s  a  carnival  with  a  little  (  somewhat  corny  )  haunted  house!  dressed  up  as  some  really  spooky  characters,  make  sure  you  give  carnival  goers  a  really  good  scare! 

at  the  haunted  house  you’ll  find...  fenwick  as  a  werewolf , eddie  as  a  devil , astrea  as  a  vampire, dove  as  a  dead  bride

 food alley :  what’s  a  carnival  without  food?  pointless.  (  with  the  help  of  a  few  paid  employees )  you  guys  will  be  serving  up  everything  from  funnel  cake  to  fried  oreos !  mostly,  just  taking  and  handing  out  orders --  so you’ll  still  get  to  look  pretty while  you  work.   

 at  food  alley  you’ll  find ...  hallie, ty, rory, kamilia  

#if your muse isn't listed PLEASE tell me im doing my best ksgjafs #excess:event #starting tomorrow!! i'll probably reblog to announce it but!

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☕️ two shots of coffee ☕️

barista!jeonghan x designer!femreader

category: seventeen days of christmas

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normal. just normal. just another normal day at a coffee shop jeonghan worked at for almost a year. it was days before christmas eve and he was happy about the shop closing just for the day tomorrow.

known as the ‘bae-rista’, he offen made heads turn, not because he was good looking and good at coffee making, but because he was the consultant of troubled kids his age. as a psychology student, he thought his workplace was a good place to put his learning into practice. 

the squeaks from the last glass he rubbed with a towel filled was the only sound prominent in the cafe as he readied himself with closing; his other colleagues had already left for the holidays. the glass he was holding barely made its way back to the rack and greeted the ground in pieces. a loud thud, sniffs, unstable movement, and slurred words came from a girl who suddenly barged in. she seemed like someone who had her heart broken, and definitely drunk. luckily in this situation, jeonghan knew what he had to do. he knew who she was, very well, in fact.

“not fair...” she said, her body slopped on the leather seat by the wall. when jeonghan approached cautiously, he spotted a paper on her hand, his eyes widened reading the words ‘flirt, stealer, unsuitable’ and all the negative words he could think of.

he sat across from her, holding a box of tissues.

“get me a beer!” she said, pointing to the coffee machine.

the silver haired boy sighed, it was rather difficult to deal with this certain person. “y/n, you know drinking isn’t the answer.. what happened?”

“they’re doing it again, ‘han..” you said as your eyes welled up, “i- it’s the fifth t-time..”

jeonghan’s eyes softened, he knew you were hardworking when it came to your studies. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was partly one of the reasons why you were treated this way.

you’ve been dating jeonghan not for long, it was almost a year. he was a model student that everyone at the university adored. he had everything- good family background, a dean’s lister, excellent grades, a basketball star player, friendly, and extremely good looking.

you on the other hand, were the opposite. that was why people questioned jeonghan’s eye on you. why were you special? why would someone like you- just ordinary- be with someone way out of her league? you’ve had a fair share of discontented stares and whispers from the girls in different courses. don’t even mention the ones in his major.

jeonghan sat beside you, his arms held you around the back to your waist. in the cold weather, this gesture never failed to keep you warm. almost instinctively, you placed your head on his shoulders as you cried softly. your heart melted when he gave you a long kiss on the top of your head. if you had to count, there were probably three long kisses.

“i don’t care what people say about us, y/n.” he carressed your arm, “they only look at you on the surface, but..” you looked up at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence, “but i look at your heart. the inner you, the real you.”

“thank you, han.” you hugged him, “we can’t avoid it, people will say anything. we’ll just have to get on with it.”

oh boy how jeonghan disagreed with that, “no babe, no. i’ve got a better idea.” poking your nose and gave you a mischievous smirk.

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“jeonghan no!” you stopped yourself from exiting the car, face all covered. his grip on your wrist was amazingly strong and tight. “i’m not going out there!”

“oh come on, you’ve come this far to back out now?” he said with hint of tease, obviously succeeded in his plan. “don’t ruin my dignity!”

it was the annual christmas ball at your university before the holidays. it was fancy one at its best, also an equivalent to a high school’s prom. it was something people in their 20s look forward to.

after that night of your breakdown, jeonghan decided that it was best to give you a makeover. the next day he brought you to a salon, his cousin’s place.

for someone who cared less on appearance, this was new to you. and your boyfriend simply admired the simplicity you had. you were beautiful, but he thought how much more so you’d be if you had put in a little makeup and a fancy dress.

you held back a bit, still not confident in yourself. “i- i don’t know jeonghan.. i’m not used to this.”

jeonghan gave you a sweet smile, “you look beautiful. it’s time to prove those haters wrong. it’ll be alright.”

you smiled shyly, your cheeks turning pink, “keep your eyes on me, okay?” your foot took a step out of the car. “other stares still get to me.”

he smiled and wrapped his arm down your waist, a habit he loved that showed the world that you were his. “trust me, i’ve always had my eye on you since our freshman year.”

as expected, people turned heads to see your boyfriend all dressed up in a white sparkly suit. his angelic features even made professors look at him. students started to greet him and he’d give them a wave.

but what they didn’t expect to see was you.

after observing jeonghan, girls turned their attention to the boys who were gushing about the girl he had his arms around. and they were more than surprised to see you, all dolled up. your white sparkly v-back gown matched jeonghan’s suit, with silver jewels and diamonds surrounding it. your hair was dyed in a lighter brown, curled on the fringe area, and a snowflake hairpin attached to your loose, low bun.

it was definitely a sight.

“is that y/n?” “has she always been this stunning?” “the rumours were fake, she’s an angel!” “ah jeonghan won the jackpot.” “can’t believe i just noticed her now.”

as much as jeonghan loved your get-up tonight, the attention you got from the other guys got him all annoyed and protective of you, so he gave them a slight glare and a fake smile, making them flinch.

“i heard she designed both of their outfits tonight.” chaeyoung, your best friend, purposely said as she walked past the girls who talked trash about you. “no wonder jeonghan loves her.”

the girls just scowled and continued on.

finding a spot inside the halls, jeonghan turned to you, and the smile you had on your face made him awestruck. his felt his ears heat up and immediately hugged you to hide himself.

“jeonghan?” your confused self hugged him back. “is everything-“

“i love you.”

you paused, it was the first time any of you say those three words.

“now you say it.” he stared into your eyes.

“i love you, too.”

jeonghan squirmed and made giddy noises, taking your hand in his. “let’s celebrate.” holding a glass.

“i thought drinking isn’t good in the winter?” you smirked.

“i know. so.. in honour of the first thing we bonded over...” he ducked his lips, before handing you something that made you both laugh. “two shots of coffee?”

“i’ll be glad to.” you kissed his cheek. “cheers?”

“cheers.”

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Fic snippets and summaries...

Because last night I found 79 fics... but here are the top five which I read and now want to finish after I have finished F&F (which finding these has lit a fire under me to get that fic done this weekend - I’d like to say today but real life things are happening too...) (I’ve included F&F below...)

Kurtofsky - 10k written so far - Dave is a famous actor who goes by the name of Dave Falcon, and Kurt is a super-outdoors fan (and paramedic). Due to a little stealth planning from Finn they meet...

         He’s not tanned at all, which sits at odds with his whole perception of Kurt being an outdoorsy person, but he supposes if anyone is as careful as Kurt in putting on sunscreen then they wouldn’t be tanned either. He’s sort of waiting for Kurt to ask him to do his back and he has to shake himself out of it, because he can see Kurt’s got it perfectly under control, obviously used to putting it on himself. It’s thicker, and there are some streaks, but he can tell Kurt got good coverage before he’s pulling the shirt back over his head. He wants to tell him not to bother but he can’t, years of practice of watching what he says keeping his mouth firmly closed.

         They keep walking, and he tries to pay attention to their surroundings rather than Kurt’s ass in front of him. Surely he can at least act suave and in control? It’s his profession after all. Except he doesn’t really want to act with Kurt. He wants to snap and be himself, grumpiness and everything. Fuck he’s a mess. Kurt stops again, bending over to place his tackle box on the ground and he swallows. In control. Right.

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Dave/Mike Chang - 6k written so far - Dave is a part-owner of a bar and the whole premise is alarmingly similar to Tale Feather except I had completely forgotten about this fic.

           They end up talking for nearly three hours, Neil bringing out a plate of food for them to nibble on and making semaphore signals at Dave with his eyebrows. He just rolls his eyes and makes a shooing gesture with his hand. Mike eventually starts making noises about having to leave and he notes the stab of disappointment in his gut, it quickly turns to anticipation with Mike’s next words.

           “I’ll be back later. You’ll be here right?”

           “Yeah, I live above the bar so there’s no getting away,” he jokes and there’s a spark of something in Mike’s eyes and he swallows, wondering if he’s reading him right. When Mike leans forward, definitely putting himself right in Dave’s personal space, lips not even an inch from his own and he knows he’s not reading it wrong. Fuck.

           “Do you want to get away?” He swallows and shakes his head, not trusting himself to say anything. “Good.”

           “I’ll see you later then,” he manages to croak out, not wanting to seem like a complete idiot and Mike grins.

           “I look forward to it.”

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Kurtofsky - 6k written so far - Sequel to Surf and Sand in which Kurt is a Hollywood A Lister and Dave is an oceanographer with a love of surfing.

           He doesn’t expect to see or hear from Kurt again while he’s in Hawaii, and the newspaper article the following day pretty much knocks the final nail in any hope that maybe he and Kurt would see more of each other. He gets an apologetic text, followed by another telling him he’ll see him state side, and he supposes that’s good news. However it leaves the rest of his short holiday as a chaotic shit storm.

           Despite Kurt’s sudden departure, the paparazzi don’t all leave, and both he and Neil are followed and asked questions… fortunately all his friends take it in their stride, finding the funnier side, which he’s eternally grateful for. And they all just continue to be themselves, which turns out to be incredibly boring all round and they soon stop being of interest after a couple of days. Trish informs them that pictures of them all do appear online, but that the accompanying articles and comments are all outlandish.

           “I’m just flattered they think Neil is hot enough to snag someone as stunning as Kurt Hummel.”

           “Hey! I’m a catch!” Neil protests and Dave and Trish both snort.

           “You keep telling yourself that honey.”

           “What! I am! Tell her Dave!”

           “Uh yeah, you’re a real catch,” Dave says placating, sharing a knowing look with Trish and they both grin. He has three more days of his break before he heads back to work, and he can totally handle the lame, repetitive questions aimed his way. His final night in Hawaii he gets a text, the first since Kurt left, and he figures he must have been really busy, although he hasn’t sent him any messages to respond to, unsure whether he should make the initial gesture despite not being back on the mainland.

           Sorry. Cleared up the mix up about Neil. Said I had just bumped into an old school friend. My apologies to Trish.

           Not your fault. They think it’s funny. Hilarious even.

           Depending on the sleuthing skills you might want to unlist your number. They have my senior year book. They won’t rest until they figure out who you are.

           I wasn’t at McKinley for senior year remember? Don’t worry about it.

           He’s not sure what more to say, because if he’s going to be friends with Kurt then the publicity and paparazzi are part of the package. It’s not Kurt’s fault, and there’s nothing he can do about it, except control some of what they know. He doesn’t mind if he tells them he’s a friend, because as much as they might stalk him, his life really isn’t that interesting.

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First & Foremost  - Sebkurtofsky - currently at 94k - just a snipped from the last chapter.

           He just nods, a little afraid to talk with how tight his throat is feeling. Sebastian pulls out a pair of sweat pants and shirt and he doesn’t bother worrying about modesty, the changing rooms and showers at NYADA have made him a lot less self-conscious. He undoes his belt, pulls off his jeans and laughs a little wetly when Sebastian help him pull the sweats up, tying them efficiently, because it should be undressing, not the opposite. He catches Sebastian’s eye and he seems to be amused by the same thought. Dave has been undoing the buttons on his shirt and he shrugs it off, sticking his arms into the arms of the red and black flannel that Sebastian is holding up.

           He feels a little floaty, and he wonders if he’s just that tired. Dave’s doing up the buttons and he’s pretty sure Dave and Sebastian are somehow having a silent conversation with their eyes, because he’s gently shuffled toward the bed and Sebastian is at his back, just a warm presence and he reaches out to grab his hand, squeezes it to try and give him some form of reassurance, because this isn’t exactly what he imagined when he was first going to be in bed together, but maybe it’s better.

           Sebastian moves to sit on the bed, his back against the headboard and cushions, motions for Kurt to sit between his spread legs. He crawls into the open space, presses his back against Sebastian’s chest, feels Sebastian wrap his arms around him and just hold him, chin hooking over his shoulder and he murmurs ‘you’re okay’ under his breath and Kurt lets himself relax back into it.

           “You’re a good cuddler too…”

           “I had a good teacher,” Sebastian says softly, giving him a light squeeze.

           Dave is sitting at his feet, a warm hand settling around an ankle and then his socks are being pulled off, and his feet will get cold, he’s about to complain when Dave’s thumb presses against the ball of his foot and oh… he lets out a little hum of pleasure.

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Kurtofsky - 4k - Kurt moves to London after 4 years in New York and gets his first proper job and there’s this guy on the same tube as him every morning... (spoiler, it’s Dave.)

           Of course his little holiday is over before he knows it and his first day of work he leaves ridiculously early. The tube ride takes over an hour, but there’s a paper he can read and it’s interesting looking at the people. Although none of them look back. When he eventually gets to work he ends up sitting on a cold bench, waiting for someone to come by and let him in, realizing about five minutes before someone shows up that he could have gone and got coffee while he waited. There seem to be enough of them. Regardless he lets himself listen to the instructions of his job, the information, break times and the exhibitions and products they have for sale. He’s told to explore the museum and become familiar with it and he can’t believe how lucky he is.

           The novelty wears off in the second week, and once he starts knowing the tube more reliably he starts leaving a bit later, more sure of the fact he won’t be late for work. If everything was running smoothly (which he soon found out wasn’t always the case) he could catch the 7.04am train. Of course it could arrive anytime between 7.02am and 7.20am. The first morning Kurt sits next to him he really doesn’t notice. He sits there, earphones in his ears, intent on the free METRO paper. Kurt has figured out that this carriage places him the closest to the escalator that would make it easier to change onto the District Line where he had to change at Embankment. He has a pattern.

           The guy wore the disinterested and detached gaze of many Londoners, particularly the ones who had a long commute. The gaze that said “Don’t bother me, don’t smile at me, do not start a conversation with me unless you already know me, and even then I might not reply…” That suited him and left him to daydream and plan out his day in advance.

           It wasn’t his fault the gentle jostling of the train made him fall asleep most mornings.

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#Kurtofsky #Sebkurtofsky #that other one doesn't have a ship name it is SO RARE #fanfiction #writing adventures...

[jenni42085]

Made in the AM <One>

Harry's POV

This month has got to be the worst month in a long time, first dealing with Zayn leaving the group now management is saying that they are hiring a female songwriter to help us out with our next album.  I have nothing against female songwriters but, sometimes they are too emotional with their feelings it might come off too much as the new and improved One Direction which might mean less money.  Then not to mention my image is still being tarnished as if I'm a man whore of some sorts, which in my defense is not the case.  I'm young, I should be able to date who I want without being told I'm a bad person.

I can't say that I'm too shocked about him leaving, he always would seem upset about how he was feeling about the fame.  I know sometimes the music isn't exactly our style but it is good money and a great gig not to mention girls everywhere loving us.  The guys are taking it kind of hard that he left especially mid touring but if he wants a 'normal life', he will have one.

Part of me isn't so shocked that management wants us to put another album out so quickly after Zayn.  We did cancel a few shows and other engagements but another album is going to be even more draining when we are a person down.  I really just want a break from everything but, alas the show must go on.  Kind of curious though at who management has picked to help us make the next album.  We have worked on a few songs but not enough for an album.  Hopefully this lady who comes in won't tarnish our song or appeal.  

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Alex's POV

Seriously?!?!  After working out everyday for the past two weeks, eating all clean foods I can possibly stand, I've only lost three pounds.  The struggle is totally real.  I hate being the bigger girl out of all my friends, why can't I be like Tori and the other girls.  If it isn't bad enough that I'm the black friend out of my bunch of white friends, but I'm also the biggest one.  Wishing I didn't stick out for the wrong reasons.  I love being black, just black and fat isn't exactly a great thing.  

My skin is a beautiful toasted almond color per Covergirl Cosmetics, I have big brown eyes that always make me look like I'm shocked or a deer in headlights.  I love my natural hair that is currently in braids because it is low maintenance for the winter/ spring transition.  I don't do it often enough to have any baby hair loss so I'm good.  All my hair is still there and still strong.  Probably the best physical quality though are my lips that make an amazing smile.  

The only thing I really have going for me is my songwriting abilities.  I discovered that my heart, soul, and mind become tranquil when I write music.  I started playing the guitar when I was depressed at the age of 15 and from there it has been my therapy.  It has also started being my source of income lately.  Kind of glad my hobby/ therapy is opening other doors.  Helping Tori write her album might not be much for some but it is a lot for me.  Hoping that once she makes it big, word will spread at how awesome I can be.

Maybe then I can just hire some one to help me lose weight.  My parents think that I should do weight loss surgery but, I don't want the cheaters way out plus, I want to know once it is all gone I won't look sickly or have shaggy skin.  Looking in the mirror I don't look that bad, I am under two hundred pound with the curves in the right spot, I'm just thick.  My breast are semi perky for their size, tummy it flat just looks undefined, love my booty, and my thighs.... well I have thighs for days.  

"Alex, did you hear what I just said?"  Tori snaps her fingers in my face.  

"Huh?"  I look up from the mirror.  "What did you just say?"

"I asked if you were coming with me to the next recording session today?"  

"Of course!  You know I have to listen to how you deliver OUR lyrics."  I reply giggling as I turn around to give her my full attention.  Tori and I met when we were freshmen in high school.  She was in show choir and I was in theatre, we met each other during the Christmas musical and have been attached at the hip.  Since then we would write songs together and shop her voice around to people.  Not that I don't have a good voice but I'd rather write then be seen singing.

"Great!  Let's go.  Management wants us to meet someone."  she replies excitedly.

My mind thinks over what she just said, I know she is new with the company but I don't think they really need us meeting people.  "That sounds fun I guess.  Should I wear something better than this?"  Tori does a quick over already knowing I'm in my usual attire: boot cut jeans, tank top, and my black Converse, then shakes her head.

Tori's recording time is almost coming to an end with out her team coming in so, I think that they might have forgotten.  Honestly, that is fine by me, I really don't like being around them, they make me uncomfortable a little too business and not enough about the music.  Right as I was starting to pack up my stuff they come in, out of the group I only recognize Scooter, then the other two look vaguely familiar.  They greet us with the usual 'hellos' and get down to business.

"So, we have gotten some requests for our best female songwriters.  We would send Tori but she is still working on her album so, we thought since you write with her a lot that you could take the gig."  her manager Scooter says.  My head shoots up at his comment.  "You heard me right.  I'm sure you have heard of Simon Cowell, he is who you will report to for major things, for anything minor you report to Paul Higgins, he will be around you most."

I give once of them a once over, Simon looks slightly intimidating but seems nice enough.  Paul gives me a warm smile.  I return the smile and think on things, "Ummm, not that I don't appreciate this but is everything set in stone already?  When am I leaving?  How long?  Who am I even writing for?  Are you sure that you have the right girl?"  Tori slaps me in the arm to get me to shut up.

"Alex, can I call you Alex?" I nod at him, "We need someone fresh, someone who is going to be big, I've heard the songs that you and Tori write together but when I heard your song 'Hollow', it was exactly what we need."

"Ok thanks for the compliment, but who am I writing for?"

"Actually you will be writing with not for.  It's a boy band....." A boy band?!?!  You have got to be kidding me.  I have only written for Tori not for guys not to mention a boy band.  Simon continues, "I'm sure you've heard of One Direction right?  Well after the departure of  Mr. Malik we think that another album showcasing their musical tastes would be ideal."  

I nod my head at him because I remember seeing the headlines, but I really didn't think much about it because not my business and quite frankly not really my music.  I know they are English, attractive, and very pop.  "Are you sure you have the right girl?  I mean there is still time to pick someone else right?"  Tori hits me harder this time.  "Ouch, quit it!  I don't mean to sound disrespectful or unappreciative of this opportunity, but I just don't want to take this job and not make you guys happy."

Simon looks to Scooter then to Paul then back to me moving one step closer to me.  "Alex we have seen and heard your work.  We have seen other people's work.  I personally think you might have the touch to make this album awesome for them.  Please accept the job."

"One second to think about it."  I pull Tori to me then turn around to whisper.  "Well?  What do you think?"

"This might be the big break you need.  I mean I just got on with them and they are willing to trust your abilities enough to help out A-listers...... girl you better take this chance.  In all honesty, what is the worse that could happen?"  Tori replies.  

I shrug my shoulders and sigh, "I know.  What the worst that can happen?  I flop."

"So what if you flop.... you still have your name on my album."  She puts her arm around me reassuringly flashing me a big smile.

"Thanks T."  I turn and face the group of men who are anxiously waiting for my reply.  "I guess I'm in.  When would I start?  And aren't they on tour will we be Skyping or how is this going to work?"

Simon claps his hands together with a huge smile spreading across.  "Splendid!  You will be actually traveling with the guys.  For how long I don't know it depends on what you guys can churn out.  We will fly you out to meet them on the next part of the tour.  You leave tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night?  That is soon....  I mean ohhh ok.  Can do."  

They all shake my hands one more time, Paul lingers with us for a moment, "I'll see you tomorrow.  We have faith that you can help them out.  My assistant will call you tomorrow with all the details."

"Thanks.  See you tomorrow night."  One the room is empty with just Tori and I sit and look at her.  "What have I gotten myself to?"

"An awesome time!  Let's go home and pack your bag!"  

<sigh>  Am I really ready for this?

#one direction #harry styles #harry styles x black readr

[ladygayfeels]

Attention Fann(e)dom!

What better way to celebrate Pride Month than with that tear-jerking reunion, am I right? That’s right, the HBO finale has aired and was an utter delight! Now, however comes the daunting prospect of the hiatus until Season 2 starts filming/premieres.

(I don’t know about you, but after falling hard for Anne Lister & Ann Walker, I know that’s going to struggle with this long wait.)

That’s why I propose a monthly challenge in order to help pass the time, whilst also providing creators the chance to share their talents with us!

Fann(e)artists (see what I did there? 😏), fic writers, video-editors, are you musically gifted, whatever your gift is, I encourage you to create!

I’ve compiled a list of topics to choose from, so instead of having to stick to a certain thing each month, you can mix and match as you please. I do just ask that any and all creations be tagged under the hashtag #GJChallenge as it’ll be an easier place to find all submissions involved and therefore reach a wider audience.

Each month I’m going to - hopefully - post one or more fics, as I myself am a writer, and I’d be absolutely delighted for any and all of you to participate!

If you read a fic and enjoy it, leave a comment and spread some love! If you watch a fann(e)made (sorry it’s just too easy😏) video, share it and spread the love! If you see a drawing, a sketch, a painting or are an artist like our dear Ann Walker, herself, then - I think you know where I’m going with this people - give credit to the artist and (ask before) sharing it!

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Below is a list of topics and also 100 lines of dialogue to inspire each piece, (taken from this post ). You can choose a specific one to create more than once, or skip some altogether, it’s entirely up to you. Or if you’re really up for the challenge, pair a topic with a line of dialogue and totally blow our minds!

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Topics ~

1) Home

2) Regret

3) Peace

4) Dance

5) Mistake

6) Secrets

7) Reflection

8) Honesty

9) Anger

10) Love

11) Acceptance

12) Revelation

13) Forgiveness

14) Celebration

15) Friendship

16) Uncertainty

17) Light

18) Family

19) Trust

20) Commitment

21) Hardships

22) Sunset

23) Beauty

24) Memories

25) New Beginnings

26) Vacation

27) Nature

28) Happiness

29) Comfort

30) Bitterness

31) Endings

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Lines of Dialogue ~

1. “Do you want me to leave?”

2. “I swear it won’t happen again.”

3. “I’m not jealous.”

4. “You can’t keep doing this.”

5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

7. “You did what?!”

8. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

9. “Don’t ask me that.”

10. “I might have had a few shots.”

11. “What’s with the box?”

12. “Say it!”

13. “I could kiss you right now!”

14. “Are you done with that?”

15. “Are you still awake…?”

16. “Excuse you?”

17. “This is all your fault!”

18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

19. “I could kill you right now!”

20. “Just admit I’m right.”

21. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

22. “That’s irrational.”

23. “Just pretend to be my date.”

24. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

25. “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”

26. “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”

27. “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”

28. “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

29. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”

31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!”

32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

34. “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

36. “Did I say that out loud?”

37. “Do you think they could have loved me?”

38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

39. “How long have you been standing there?”

40. “Have I ever lied to you?”

41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

42. “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.”

43. “I am not losing you again!”

44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

45. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

46. “I just need to be alone right now.”

47. “When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.”

48. “I made a mistake.”

49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

50. “I need you to forgive me.”

51. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

52. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”

53. “I’m flirting with you.”

54. “I’m not good enough for you.”

55. “I fell in love with my best friend.”

56. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

57. “I’m up to the challenge.”

58. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the day I first met you.”

59. “I’m yours.”

60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

61. “If you go anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me!”

62. “It’s okay to cry…”

63. “What do you mean? It’s exciting!”

64. “Talk to me.”

65. “Look at me—just breathe, okay?”

66. “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.”

67. “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!”

68. “Well, this is where I live.”

69. “We finish it the same way we started—together.”

70. “What are you afraid of?”

71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”

72. “You deserve so much better.”

73. “You don’t have to stay.”

74. “You don’t know you the way I do.”

75. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

76. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

77. “You shouldn’t have even been there!”

78. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

79. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

80. “Teach me?”

81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”

82. “Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.”

83. “Just once.”

84. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

85. “It’s not what it looks like.”

86. “I got you a present.”

87. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

88. “See, now, what that so bad?”.”

89. “You’re the best part of me.”

90. “I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”

91. “Can I hold your hand?”

92. “Let’s move in together.”

93. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

94. “What time is it?”

95. “Just wait a second.”

96. “Here, let me.”

97. “You’re so cute when you pout like that.”

98. “Hold me back!’

99. “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”

100. “I adore you.”

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#GJChallenge #Gentleman Jack #Anne x Ann #Anne Lister #Ann Walker #Gentleman Jack Prompts #Fann(e)dom #Sophie Rundle #Suranne Jones #Gemma Whelan #Gemma Jones #Timothy West #Rosie Cavaliero #Katherine Kelly #Sally Wainwright #Helena Whitbread #HBO #BBC One #O'Hooley and Tidow

[heyheyitsstillgay]

"Its a lie, he's not alive!"

Round 5: Wes Weston for @phandomphightclub

Monday morning, it meant the same thing every week. Right by the entrance to Casper High, Wes Weston was stood on a picnic table, again. Preaching about his same old nonsense, again. When he first started doing this people would linger to listen, but after the first few months the student population got bored and proceeded at a relatively normal speed into the school.

Well, almost everyone.

"Is there some kind of career you're aiming for that involves a lot of standing around and waving your arms about? Because honestly you're putting in so much effort towards it, respect dude."

"Get lost, Fenton." Wes sneered at the still smiling teen, Danny was rocking back and forth on his heels but other than that he didn't move to head in for home room.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, you're all being lied to! He's not human! You're just accepting that he is because you're too blind to the truth and what you believe to be possible! We live in a real life ghost town people! He's one of the un-dead!"

"Woah, there's ghosts in this town?" Tucker piped up from inbetween Danny and Sam. "Blind to the truth huh? Man, I knew I needed another eye-test."

"Will you quit mocking me?" Wes pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "This is serious, everyone thinks they're safe with Fenton around but they're not!"

"Safe with Fenton?" Dash said as he walked past with the other A-listers, "Fenton's the one who's not safe around us." He cracked the knuckles in his fist to make a point.

Paulina frowned in distaste and spoke up. "Besides, you should really stop doing this every week with your lame-o charts and stuff, you're upsetting your boyfriend, I'm sure he has to deal with enough freaky stuff just by existing." She waved her hands away.

"He's not my boyfriend! I don't even like Fenton!" Wes yelled into the sky.

"Ouch." Sam placed a comforting hand on Danny's shoulders, they were shaking and his head was in his hands, though that was probably just to hide his laughter. "Wes that's so cruel."

"Anyway." Wes grabbed the information graphic he'd worked on all weekend and began shoving it in the face of freshmen who were foolish enough to walk too close to his table. "He's dead and he's walking among us. If you look closely he has fangs, like, come on! Look at that face, don't fucking trust it, don't you think he looks a tad young for his age? Like he Died a few years ago and Stopped Aging!"

"Wow I see it." Valerie drawled.

"You do?!" Wes gasped and hopped off the table to walk with her.

"Yeah, you're obsessed kid. Get a hobby, your whole conspiracy theory thing you've got going on... it's just sad"

Wes stopped still as Valerie kept walking into the building, he gripped the graphic in his hands until his knuckles turned white. Turning around, he returned to the picnic table, sitting on it this time instead of standing.

"You guys know I'm right, don't you?" He looked to the trio with eyes full of exhaustion.

Danny almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

Tucker took Dannys hand and dragged him over to the bench, they sat opposite Wes, the technogeek had a glint of fear in his eyes as he looked to his oldest friend and spoke. "You're fast, you disappear and show up in other places all the time." His voice had a slight quiver as he fiddled with his sleeves. "Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change color, and sometimes you speak like--like you're not from this place. You keep to yourself, staying in that creepy house and... you don't go out in the sunlight... How old are you?"

Danny looked into the distance dramatically, "Old as hell."

Tuckers breath hitched "How long have you been old as hell?"

"A while." Danny made intense eye-contact with his friend.

"I know what you are."

"Say it. Out loud. Say it!"

"Fuckin, uhhhhhhhhhh dead."

The boys dissolved into laughter while Wes banged his head against the table. "Its not funny, this is serious." He grumbled, muffled by his arms.

Sam walked around to give Wes a singular pat on the head, "Jeez Wes, I'd believe you if you hadn't already accused us three of being mythical creatures in the past, besides, Vlad doesn't even sparkle, so he can't be a vampire."

#round 5 #wes weston #phandomphightclub #own post #owly writes #danny phantom #tucker foley #sam manson #vlad masters #danny fenton #ficlet

[auspicious-lilana]

Ultimate Spiderman (Peter Parker x Stark! OC x Sam Alexander x Danny Rand)

Summary:When people hear ‘Maya Stark’ everyone would think about the perfect, smart. good looking, rich, student body president of Midtown High.Nobody but her childhood friend Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man and her new team of heroes. Ava, Sam, Danny, and Luke AKA  white tiger, Nova, Iron fist, and Power Man knows about her secret of being Queen’s very own Mistress, soon to be ULTIMATE Mistress

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3   Part 4

{Peter's POV}

"Leap, forward leap. Flip!" Batroc laughed as I raced after him up the building with my spider-cycle. "C'est bon. C'est magnifique."

"Your suckatude knows no bounds, Batroc." I said as I slinged a web on his foot as I tried to slow him down but instead he managed to pull me off my Spider-cycle and make me hit places as he leaped around like a giant frog. Soon I was face flat on the back of a billboard as Baltroc got away.

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Batroc the Leaper. So off the radar, SHIELD doesn't have a real file on him. What's to know? He's French. He leaps.

Another thing you guys must be wondering,Where the heck is Maya? Well, She's at home getting work done early.

Why? You'll see later

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"And zee bug goes splat." Baltroc taunted. "But where is zee witch?"

{At Stark Household}

Maya sneezed as she suddenly felt ticked off. She stopped typing her report.

 "I feel like somebody just called me a witch...?" Maya shivered slightly as she went back to typing. "Probably just my imagination."

{Back with Spiderman}

"Taunting me is one thing, Baltroc" I said as I got down. "But calling names on my favorite partner is a whole nother level of wrong" I felt irritation, mixed with confusion. Why was I having such a strong reaction to this? Maya's been called a witch plenty of times, but I never felt this overprotective. I quickly pounced on him as he was about to getaway.

"Spider-Man. Nick Fury says get back to SHIELD HQ for training." I hung upside down next to White Tiger.

"Just because he's the director of SHIELD doesn't mean he can boss me around. Besides, Fury would be the first to say going solo on B-listers like Batroc is good training. Don't be so official, White Tiger." I said as I got on my feet and began walking. "When life gives you Batroc, make French toast." Baltroc then kicked my face hard, sending me flying as he got up with a laugh.

"A boot in the face!" White Tiger tried to pounce on Baltroc with her claws but he moved away just in time as he bumped me hard, hitting the billboard playing J. Jameson.

"Way to go it alone," I said annoyed as I sat there, a bit stuck.

"Get lazy and even the lame ones can splatter you. That's what training's for." White Tiger said mockingly. "That and mastering new tools like electric claws." White Tiger bloated as she activated her electric claws. I managed to get out of the billboard as Baltoc chased white Tiger. I quickly made a giant web as White tiger clawed a water plant as Baltoc hit the web and slinged far, defeating him.

"Is Spider-Man and Mistress a student at Midtown High? - Recently it was attacked" J.Jameson said before Baltoc hit the billboard making it explode.

"Where does he get that stuff?" I asked myself before White Tiger and I made our way back to S.H.I.E.L.D.

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I sighed as I closed my laptop. Finally finished my essay reports, school check-ins, and tomorrow night's homework while also making sure I have free time tonight to catch that Sci-Fi movie with Danny.

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Why am I getting things done early? You may ask. 

Well, today is my annual every 19th of a month, a training session with the great powerful Sorcerer, Dr.Strange. 

My training with him is once a month since he's always busy, and he is special because since I'm a sorceress I can learn to be better with my mind and magic with a great Sorcerer like Dr.Strange.

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I yawned as I fell on my bed. Man, I'm tired.

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I was at school in my student office since I got here really early to check up on everything and leave a detailed schedule on what the Vice President, Gwen Stacy. I checked the time. 7:59. I gasped and quickly gathered my things as I quickly made my way to the cafeteria. I seemed to have made it just in time as I saw Danny saved me a seat next to him and Ava. I gratefully thanked him as I sat down to listen to Principal Coulson.

"all city campuses run on high alert. Report any suspicious persons immediately." Coulson said as Peter dashed in here.

"I think I see one now" Flash joked at Peter as I frowned before smiling at Peter as he made his way to the seat next to Ava.

"Pretty good show with Batroc ze Leaper, huh, Ava?" Peter asked nudging her as she seemed unamused.

"Lapse training, and late for school? Good show, Parker" Peter sighed as he sat on the opposite side with Harry and MJ.

"Hey, Pete. They're saying Spidey goes to the school. Girls love heroes, so help me spread the rumor it's me, huh?" Harry slyly said.

"It probably is you, Harry. Who else could afford all those webs he squirts all over everything?" MJ stated.

"How could he be spiderman when you were both there at Harry's party at the same time Spider-Man arrived? Harry can't be in two places, can he? Plus he could just be having a sponsor." I inputted.

"Maya's got a point, And Spider-man doesn't squirt, he shoots," Peter said demonstrating it "And I don't think it's a good idea for anyone to pose as him right now." He added on before Flash pushed him off his seat, sitting in his place.

"Speaking of squirts" Flash mockingly said as Peter got up and frowned at Flash.

"Thompson, Parker, pay attention" Principal Coulson snapped as I looked over at the man next to Coulson. Almost no hair, white strap around his head. Skinny yet muscular figure. And, his aura seemed off. It doesn't give off a normal aura, but instead a darker one. He's harboring evil intentions, but what is it? "Your gym teacher, Mr.Molskin will be out due to a freak accident after last night's game. Mr. Jager will be your substitute until further notice." I wonder how freaky.

"I look forward to the challenge of unlocking your ...hidden talents," Mr.Jager said with an accent as he looked at our group specifically as if searching us for something. I eyed him suspiciously, not trusting him at all now. I felt my magic senses go off as I saw him lock eyes with me.

'bad intentions are being harbored, Stark'

Peter and I's senses are sorta different in a way. His only alerts him of danger that is seconds away from occurring, mines comes with a voice that tells me something that hints me towards potential danger.

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Awkward phrasing or veiled threat? You be the judge.

The answer is pretty obvious

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***

We were in the gym now, we were arranging the teams in dodgeball when one of the Office helpers came in and gave Mr.Jager a pass, he didn't seem so happy. I wonder why? He grudgingly made his way towards me and gave me the pass with a frown.

"Go, Miss Stark" I took the pass as I packed my things, while also stealing glances at Mr.Jagar. Why is he so upset about me leaving early?

"Annual Magic session?" Peter whispered as he handed me my phone-which I lent him earlier since his was dead.

"Yeah. Doctor Strange may be patient, but he doesn't like being kept waiting, besides I learn a lot from him since he's the only other person I know that shares practically the exact same abilities as I do" I whispered back as I placed my shoulder bag on. 

"Text me later, you know what time I get off training"

"I hate gym without you, Maya"

"One a month Peter, Once a month. I'll make it up to you"

"Tonight?""Got plans with Danny, Tomorrow night?"

"What are you two doing?"

"We're going to watch a Sci-fi movie"

"Oh, Okay"

"Got to go, remember. Text me later" Peter nodded as I left the room, Feeling Mr.Jagar's deep stare as I left.By the time I made it to the office, I saw Doctor Strange sitting there waiting, in his casual clothes. I grinned as I made my way there."Mr.Strange," I said with a grin. He looked up with a small smile.

"Let's get going, shall we? Maya" I nodded as we made our way to a dark alley. "You remember the group transportation spell from our last lesson, don't you?"

"I've been practicing a lot"

"Did you torture your father?" Dr. Strange chuckled as I nervously chuckled, remembering how annoyed and irritated dad was by the number of times I had purposefully accidentally teleported him all over the Avengers Tower whenever I practiced.

"Maybe...?"

"Why don't we put the spell into use? Teleport us in our usual spot in the forest clearing in the Amazon." I nodded as I focused my mind on that location.

"Cali mon ta rēn fooloo belaga." I chanted the spell. I opened my eyes to see we were in our clearing...except I was on the grass and Doctor Strange was in the lake soaking...oops? I helped Doctor Strange out mumbling sorry a lot of times as he brushed it off as he snapped his fingers drying himself quickly.

"Except for that misfortune of me being in the lake, you seem to have successfully brought us here" I grinned as he waved his hand as we were soon in our cloaks. "Since your strongest point is your mind, we'll start with meditating to sharpen your focus and to get you relaxed. I can sense you've been stressed recently." I sighed as I sat down with my legs crossed as Dr.Strange did the same.

"Yes. With school going haywire, New team, and stark internship. I do have a lot on my plate"

"Seems your a very well relied on person"

"it's an honor and a curse"

"You know the drill" I nodded as I took a breath in and closed my eyes. I focused on clearing my mind. I felt my body go light as I took slow breaths. I focused my mind on my breathing. I sensed Doctor Strange was doing the same. "Free your mind of worries," Doctor Strange said in a low, calming tone. "Let go of any doubts or regrets" I sighed in relaxation.

***{Peter's POV}***

20 minutes in and I already miss Maya a bunch. We played dodgeball and I allowed myself to get hit in the face by a ball I could have easily dodged but I didn't, for the sake of my identity. Even though I got snarky responses from Ava, Maya not only gave me snarky responses about how I shouldn't be getting myself hurt to hide my identity and just dodge simple things like that, she would also secretly place her hand on mines to use a bit of her magic to make the pain go away when nobody is noticing us, which makes getting slammed by a dodgeball in the face by Flash Thompson all worth it.

"I'm looking for finalists for the citywide athletic achievement contest. I want to see everything you've got in this obstacle course. Push yourselves to the limit. Don't give me less than 110 percent." I never even knew those things existed! Couch Jager walked down the line us students had stood in. He made us all look him in the eye which was pretty creepy.

"You could learn a thing from him," Ava said as she glanced at me from her spot next to me in line.

"How to creep people out?" I asked as I glanced back at her oddly.

"Mr.Thompson!" Couch Jager yelled as he turned around. "Go!"

"I'll show you how it's done," Flash said cockily. "And make sure to record it people, I want Maya to see this!" I rolled my eyes. Maya wouldn't be interested in him even if he walked through fire. Flash ran through the obstacle course only stumbling a bit before falling face flat in front of the couch, not bad for a rookie. "Good, huh, coach? - Am I in?" Flash asked excitedly as Couch Jager turned his back.

"Okay, next one up." He yelled. "Go! Ayala, next." Ava went through the course with her swiftness through being white Tiger. "Rand, next!" Danny went through with ease with incredible balance. "Osborn, next!" Harry went through the course stumbling and tripping, obviously not meant for these kinds of stuff. "Cage! Go!" Luke went through the course before getting stuck in the tire instead of going through it.

"Can we get some man-sized tires up in here people? Seriously." He said annoyed.

"Mr.Parker, your last" Couch Jager said in a deep tone as they finally got Luke out of the tire.

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How sweet would it be to show them all what I can really do? Move on to the citywide championships?

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"You can begin anytime today." Couch Jager said, pulling me out of my daydreams. "The course doesn't run itself, Mr.Parker." I purposely made myself fail as I pretended to struggle climbing the wall before falling down, fake of course. Man I wish Maya was here to take the pain away. Couch Jager grunted as I got up and went up to the others. "I'll see three of you tomorrow" He said to us. "Rand, Osborn, Thompson. The rest of you, anemic."

"Tomorrow? Saturday?" Danny exclaimed as Couch Jager walked off.

"Did I stutter?"

"Danny, Flash, and Harry? Harry? I aced that thing." Ava complained. "Why am I not a finalist? Because I'm a girl?"

"Are you the only person on Earth who sees school on a Saturday as a good thing?" I asked.

"Maya and Fury were right. You are too soft" Ava said. "You know, I say we show Mr.Jager who can do what. You and I are going to come back tomorrow anyway, list or no list and run that course again. You know what, I'll even bring Maya along to do it too" By this point the others already walked off.

"If I'm late, you can start without me. Finish too. I'm beat. I have tomorrow set aside for sleep and a movie marathon with Maya by night " I yawned out. "Doesn't that Jager creep you out?" I said as we looked at him doing Jumping Jacks facing the wall.

"I work with a guy whose feet stick to walls. No one creeps me out." Ava said before she walked off. I stared at Couch Jager stretching suspiciously before walking off myself.

***

I was having an amazing dream of J. Johnson proclaiming every day to be Spiderman Day with me sitting on Iron Man and Thor's shoulders as the crowd cheered my name with confetti everywhere before my phone began to rang waking me up as I groaned. I picked up my phone to see Ava calling.

"Hello? Peter, have you heard from Harry?" Ava asked, "It's noon, and no one's come out from the gym yet."

"I'm not late for training," I said as I rubbed my eyes.

"Something's wrong. We can't get into school. The fence is electrified." I heard Maya's voice. "I'm almost certain it has to do with Jager"

"It's Saturday. Why are you-Did you say the school's electrified?" I said as I bolted up from my bed as I went to get my Spider-man suit.

"Get here now!" the girls yelled as they hung up before I smirked and got there quick in my Spider-man suit as I stood next to Ava.

"That quick for you?" I smugly said as Ava had to take a double look as Maya sighed. "Yeah, I'm that good"

{Maya's POV}

Ava and I quickly changed into our own hero selves as I levitated myself over the gate as the other two leaped over.

"Something's up." White Tiger said. "We should call Coulson." White Tiger began to call on her com wrist before Spidey interrupted.

"No." He said stopping her. "We should go solo on this!" We raised our eyebrows at him as he began to explain himself. "Eh, you know, together, the three of us. We can handle this." Spidey placed his hand on her shoulder before she glared at him with a warning look as he soon let go before we looked at the school. "SHIELD added security to protect the school from well, for us. Probably just a misfire."

"Or Jager took them captives" I inputted as I glared at the school. "My senses gave off a warning when I looked into his eyes the other day."

"Yeah, maybe but, who electrifies a fence and leaves the door unlocked?" Spidey said as he opened the door as we moved in the dark hallways.

"Dark, creepy, dank." White Tiger complained as she stepped in a puddle.

"I told you not to come to school on a Saturday" Spidey said.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Help!" We got serious as we ran towards the source. "Help! Can anyone hear me? Oh, I sure could use a hand. I've got myself in quite a pickle here." The Janitor said as we stopped to see him pinned to the wall by a robotic arm, the security system. "Oh, if Irving Forbush could see me now." He gushed.

"Hang tight, Janitor Guy. We'll get you out" Spidey began to pull on the arm as I sighed. I focused my mind on levitating the arm off.

"Movere." I ordered the robotic arm as my eyes began to glow purple as I moved the robotic arm from the Janitor giving him time to move out before I let go of the arm as did Spidey as it clammed itself back in the wall. Spidey walked back to us as he wiped his hands.

"Mucho malfunction security system." He said as the Janitor took out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead before we heard a click

."Don't move" White Tiger said as we froze in place.

"Oh my," the Janitor said still a bit shaken from the robotic arm, he moved a bit before he fell down a pit as we quickly went around the pit as we heard a thud, guessing he had a rough landing. "Wow, there's a lot of wax build-up down here." Guessing he's fine. The pit closed on us as we stood up.

"Who built the security? Dr. Doom?" Spidey questioned before we began searching around. Once we passed Coulson's office White Tiger snapped.

"I'm calling Coulson" She attempted to call him as I noticed something green shining from his office as I looked through the window to see him.

"No phone needed," I said as Spidey took a glance behind me. "He's already here"

"On a Saturday? Agent Coulson?" White Tiger questioned as she walked up to the door. Spidey slowly opened the door.

"Don't come into my office" Coulson said before we opened the door to see him upside down, hanging on top of his desk with nothing but a white men's tank top and his underwear.

"I can see why he wanted to be alone." Spidey jokes. "Nice tighty whities." I cringed as I looked somewhere else. Seeing my dad in his underwear is one thing, seeing my principal in them is a whole nother story.

"The whole school is rigged," Coulson informed us. "Taskmaster corrupted the SHIELD security tech."

"Who?" White Tiger asked.

"Assassin. Hates me. Hates Fury"

"We have to contact Fury" White Tiger exclaimed as she tried to but seemed to fail.

"You can't. He jammed the frequencies." Coulson said. "You shouldn't have come to school today."

"Told you." Spidey mocked as I slightly sent a shock at him as he began to rub his arm. "Oww! Maya!" Should've watched his mouth. If there was one thing us Starks hate, it's being proven we're wrong.

"Work on getting yourselves out of here, and then find Fury. Don't waste time on me, and definitely don't go after Taskmaster alone." Coulson commanded. "He's a combat chameleon. Do you understand?"

"Wait," Spidey said. "He was bitten by a radioactive chameleon?"

"Not everyone is bitten by a radioactive living thing to gain powers," I said as I sweatdropped before we all heard a yell as I soon recognized it as,

"That's Harry!" Spidey exclaimed. "I remember that scream from slasher movie night at camp Maya and I went to a summer ago! Let's go!" Before I can object the two ran off as I sighed and ran as well.

"If Taskmaster sees you do it, he can do it. Fight him once, he's as good as you, you hear me?" Coulson yelled as Harry yelled again. Bet a million the two didn't hear him as well as I heard his warning.

"What did Coulson just say?" White Tiger asked as I caught up with them as we turned a corner.

"I don't know. I couldn't hear him." Spidey said confirming my statement. I should tell them, but I'd rather make things interesting and see how long it takes before they realize it themselves. My senses began to go off as did Spidey's.

"My senses! Get down!" I yelled as we slid down as rockets went past us quick before we began running again.

"If Flash and Harry are here at least they've got Danny to protect them," Spidey said as one of the two hallways were closing.

"I'll take this way! You guys check the other!" I yelled as I slid under the closing gate as they did the same in the other. I had a feeling Danny would have to separate from them to really fight, he might need backup. "O me ducere ad Rand" I muttered as I soon began to sense Danny's aura nearby as I followed the arrow I conjured. By the time I made it to him, I seem to have been too late as I saw Danny unconscious. "Danny!" I gasped as the wall behind me shut as well leaving the two of us trapped. I kneeled down as I placed his head on my lap as I checked him out.

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I saw how beaten up he looked as he kept groaning in pain. Taskmaster must've used all his moves on him, and let me tell you this, his moves are NOT ones that are little pain. His injuries are really major but there's no blood and it seems like his pulses are still there. Even healing this would take a bit of my core magic...but it's for the sake of Danny, right? He's done a lot to hold us all together. It's my turn to return his generosity. I took a deep breath as I lifted my hands to hover above him as I closed my eyes.

"Curare patiens, nunc autem poena inops dolor, maneant modo poena, et non reverta!" I chanted as I felt a glow surround me and Danny. "Curare patiens, nunc autem poena inops dolor, maneant modo poena, et non reverta!" I kept chanting as I slowly healed Danny. Curare patiens, nunc autem poena inops dolor, maneant modo poena, et non reverta!" Danny began to wake up as I soon noticed and stopped chanting as I felt faint a bit.

"Maya?" He said with a husky tone, which strangely made me flush slightly.Maybe it was just me being exhausted. I smiled as I soon collapsed as he- now fully recovered- caught me. "Maya!" I felt him remove my mask and placed down the hood of my cloak as he kept yelling my name.

"I'm weak, but I'm not deaf" I joked as Danny sighed.

"You didn't have to exert yourself in that way, You had me worried"

"Don't ugh, worry. I used less than Venom and since this is the second time since last week, I think I'll not faint as much." I saw the lights go back on and doors open.

"Guess Taskmaster was taken care of"

"We missed the fun" I chuckled breathlessly.

"Can you still change back to your average clothes? I think I hear sirens"

"Can you help me up?" Danny nodded with a small blush as he placed my arm over his shoulder as his other arm supported my back as he wrapped it behind my waist. "Should I wrap my leg to cover up I'm just magically exhausted?"

"Probably" Danny joked as he slightly chuckled.

***

“No one in this school is cool enough to be Spidey or that cool chick Mistress, so forget that rumor. " Flash excitedly said to a newscast. "That said, I totally helped Spider-Man save the dump. I had no clue where Mistress was but I bet you I helped her out too," We all including Coulson watched from afar as Flash and Harry get interviewed. I had my leg wrapped up with a bandage from the Nurse's office which conveniently was where we were trapped in as I let Danny support me.

"Flash Thompson finally did me a favor." Peter joked.

"Taskmaster never even suspected Peter Parker was Spider-Man and since Maya was absent, Mistress wasn't suspected either," Ava said. "Your creativity was just as strategic as my training." She praised Peter. "More even."

"Really?" Peter raised his eyebrow a bit confused from the sudden praise.

"Going solo paid off, okay?"

" There's still one thing I don't get at all," Peter said as he turned to Coulson. "The tight briefs. Really?"

"I swim," Coulson said sternly as he turned his head.

"Leave the man's underwear alone, Pete, or he'll get short with you." Ava joked as we all laughed while Coulson walked away having quite enough jokes from us.

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Does SHIELD have some kind of mind wiper, because I really need that image out of my head.

Don't need to tell me twice. I'll be in SHIELD's laboratory creating a memory potion if you need me.

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