#Valerie won’t stand for it

[wastefulreverie]

"This can't be legal," Danny said in a weak voice. "I mean, how are they allowed to do this?"

Lancer tensed. "It falls under a gray area. If you ask me, the Anti-Ecto Prevention Act gives them far too much jurisdiction."

The GIW, full in pure white HAZMAT suits from the overlarge hoods to the fitted boots, ushered in the next student from his class. Poor Lester walked into the tent, looking green in the face. Sweat rolled down his temples and his hands shook as the suited agent clasped his shoulder and pulled him through the curtains.

Paulina sniffed. "I don't want to be microchipped."

"Were you even listening at all?" Wes scoffed. "It's biodegradable. It'll be out of your system within a year and prevents you from being overshadowed. Unless, of course, you are a ghost." His eyes flitted to Danny. "Then who the hell knows what it'll do to you?"

"I'm not doing it." Sam crossed her arms. She was sitting on the gym floor, cross-legged. "It's unconstitutional, the total principle of it."

"I can't believe I'm agreeing with Manson," Paulina said. "But they'll have to drag me in there before they insert something underneath my flawless skin."

Valerie rolled her eyes. "Not that I object to being overshadowed, but I'd rather not have the U.S. government tracking my every move."

"There's not trackers in them," Lancer said. "They were adamant about that when we were told about this."

"Great," Sam drew out, "the untested ghost repelling microchips with unknown side effects being nonconsensually administered to minors allegedly doesn't broadcast our current locations to the government. That eases my nerves."

The tension in the room was palpable.

"I have uh, I have epilepsy," Nathan spoke up. His voice was short and clipped. "Do they even know how this'll affect that?"

Lancer put his head in his hands. "Dear Lord. I didn't sign up for this. I hate this."

The curtains were drawn back again. An agent, possibly the same one from a minute before but it was hard to tell since they all looked the same in the HAZMAT suits. He looked down at a clipboard.

"Fenton?" he called. "Daniel Fenton?"

Danny stared at the floor from where he was standing, not daring to look up and inevitably see everyone's eyes on him. The tiles on the gym floor looked like maple-colored planks of wood, but there was a thin film of clear plastic—or maybe rubber—when he slid his shoes against it.

"Fenton," repeated the agent, "come with me."

He didn't look up.

No. Because if he looked up, that meant he would have to do something. He wanted to avoid this for as long as he could.

There was a sound of rustling and in his peripheral vision he saw his classmates move out of the way as the agent stalked toward him.

He stumbled backward, not quite tripping, but struggling to keep even footing. Oh. He hoped he hadn't phased his feet through each other. He used to be bad with that. This would be the worst time and place to fall into old habits.

The agent gave him an unreadable look, face obscured by the HAZMAT mask, but Danny could feel the man's impatience as he waved the clipboard.

"Fenton. You're up."

"No."

His classmates glanced at him nervously and the agent shifted his weight, giving an agitated huff.

"Kid, you don't get a choice in this. This is for your protection."

"I can protect myself, thanks," he snapped. "I think I'll do fine without your little ghost zapping chip embedded in my arm."

"I don't know who you think you are, but just because your parents are ghost hunters doesn't make you exempt from this. All students, no exceptions."

He locked eyes with the man behind the mask. Well, it was a calculated guess at where the man's eyes were but Danny hoped his stare came across as menacing.

"It's nothing more than a pinch. I promise this won't be half as bad as you're imagining."

"Oh, I'm sure it will be."

Wes cleared his throat.

"Fenton's a—"

Without warning, Sam pulled herself to her feet and slugged Wes in the face. Hard. He stumbled backward and almost fell on one of the bleachers. Blood dripped from her knuckles and from his nose. Oh. That was going to bruise badly.

Lancer cried in alarm.

"Miss Manson!"

"Sorry, Mr. Lancer. Muscle spasm."

"We don't have time for this." The agent reached forward and grabbed Danny's shoulder as he'd done to Lester minutes before. "Come on. Let's get this done."

Danny stood his ground, and the agent pulled against him. He was stronger than the agent, and despite that, he'd phased the bottom of his shoes into the uppermost layer of the gym's floor. He wasn't going anywhere.

"How in the world—?"

Paulina started sobbing at the top of her lungs.

"I don't want to be here! I don't want to be chipped! I want to go home!"

The agent turned toward her, startled. "Now, calm down now—"

Wes staggered forward, blood dripping onto the floor as he moved. Some fell onto the agent's pristine, white boots. He jumped away from Wes like he'd been burned.

More students joined Paulina, clamoring that they didn't want to be chipped either. Sam raised her bloodied fist and shouted—an unhinged, almost feral scream while Danny gradually phased his shoes deeper into the floor. Mr. Lancer pulled a book out from somewhere and was waving it around, a loose bookmark falling out as he did so, in a futile attempt to capture everyone's attention.

Three identical agents ran out of the curtained tent at the sound of the chaos.

"What is going on!" one of them barked.

"Sir, the students are being uncooperative," the first agent said.

"I need medical attention," Wes said, unhelpfully.

The new agent, who Danny decided was the boss, accessed Wes and the drops of blood on the first agent's boots with horror.

"Agent Kilo, you didn't…"

"No, no. It was the girl."

He nodded his head to Sam, who hid her bloodied fist behind her back.

"He's a liar!" she said. "He hit Wes! We all saw it!"

The other students gave tentative nods. Ever the performer, Paulina flinched away from Agent Kilo, as if afraid he might strike her. In the midst of it all Lancer did nothing.

"Kilo," the boss's voice was stern. "That's not how we do things."

"But I didn't—"

"You're dismissed for now. We'll discuss this later." He turned to Wes. "I do apologize."

Wes looked at him like he'd grown an extra head. "Alright?"

Agent Kilo stormed away, muttering something about lying, conniving brats and threw his clipboard on the ground.

Lancer stepped in. "If I may, I do say that my students have been through an emotionally stressful experience here and I don't know if they should continue with this today. Besides, Mr. Weston does still need medical attention and I believe that should be our top priority."

The boss grunted. "Right. Return to class. We'll continue this at another date."

He waved a hand and the other agents headed back to the tent. Meanwhile, the students trailed after Lancer toward the opposite end of the gym—all sighing in relief.

As they left the gym, Sam caught Danny's shoulder and hissed in his ear. "Danny, the clipboard."

The discarded clipboard was forgotten on the floor.

"Mark our names off," she hissed. "I'll keep them distracted."

He nodded. He tapped into invisibility and retrieved the clipboard. A ballpoint pen was clipped to the top of it and he marked off the box beside his and Sam's names, doing his best to emulate Agent Kilo's loopy initials for the official confirmation. With any luck, the man wouldn't remember it later among all the chaos. With better luck, the man would be dismissed from the GIW completely.

He flipped the clipboard face-up and left it closer to the tent so that the agents would find it. He flew back into the corridor and met up with Sam, who was lingering near the end of the group.

"Got it." He dropped back onto the visible spectrum. "We're officially chipped."

"Oh, thank God. You're a literal lifesaver."

Wes turned, holding a wad of paper towels against his bloodied nose. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who just saw Fenton appear out of thin air, right?"

"You're concussed, Weston," Valerie said, not bothering to turn around and check. "He's not a ghost."

"Manson did not give me a concussion!"

"Yeah, Agent Kilo did," Nathan brushed off. "Keep up. The GIW can suck it."

That was something they could all, unquestionably, agree on.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Sam Manson #Wes Weston #Fanfiction #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #Phicc #Fic #Phic #wrwritings

[theworldofotps]

I Like You (Drabble)

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Counter: 1,029 Prompt: ❛ i like you. a lot. like a lot, a lot. ❜ ❛ you’re important to me, you piece of shit. ❜ ❛ it terrifies me what i would do for you. ❜

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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know ________ “Did you hear?”

“What?”

Y/n asks looking up from her phone after her friend Anthony sat down beside her on one of the work crates.

“Hook has a date with one of the new intern girls and I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because she was recommended to the company by Jericho, and you know he’s always trying to get some dirt on someone. I know you’re supposed to ask people questions when you try and get to know them, but her questions are intense.”

“Well, have you said anything to him about it?”

“You know he won’t listen to any of us that’s why the lads asked me if I would talk to you about it because maybe he would listen to you. After all you are one of the closet people to him apart from his dad.”

“So, in other words you want me to do your dirty work for you?”

She smiled watching as Anthony rubbed his cheek looking around the room before sitting down in the chair beside her.

“We tried to talk to him about it but he wouldn’t even give us the time of day about it just his usual fucking grunt and a blank stare. We just don’t want him to get hurt is all or have this woman fuck around with his feelings.”

“Have any of you bothered talking to the girl I mean the only thing you’ve said is her questions are kind of weird. That doesn’t mean she’s going to fuck Tyler over you can’t assume all woman interested in him are going to be bad.”

“You’re acting like I don’t know that you have feelings for him.”

“Shut up!”

Y/n hissed looking around to be sure that nobody overheard Anthony’s big mouth before turning her gaze back to him.

“Nobody else needs to know that least of all him, I’ll talk to him but I’m not going to just assume she’s after him for bad reasons.”

“Thanks, you’re the best text me how it goes.”

“Yeah yeah I will.”

Standing up Y/n throws her trash away than turns heading out the doors she figured that if Tyler wasn’t warming up somewhere; he was bound to be lurking around the hallways listening to his music. Walking around for a few minutes she pulled her phone out sending him a text.

‘Where are you?’

‘My dad’s locker room’

‘Can I come talk with you?’

‘Yep’

Pocketing her phone, she makes her way through halls and soon arrived in front of the door, giving a light knock she waited.

“Come on in y/n.”

“Hey thanks for giving me a few minutes to chat with you.”

She smiled poking her head in the door and closed it behind her after stepping inside, leaning against the door she watched as he moved around the room. Then patted the couch cushion beside him, y/n walked over sitting down and stretched her legs out.

“What’s up?”

“So, Anthony told me you had a date with one of the new interns.”

“Yep, I’m going out with her tomorrow night, he was trying to give me some hassle earlier, but I just ignored him.”

Tyler pushed the hair out of his eyes adjusting his hoodie then looked over at her.

“Is that why you’re here to give me some trouble?”

“No, I just wanted to come talk to you because he’s worried about you all the lads are and since you won’t hear him out. Anthony is hoping that you’ll at least be willing to hear me out about it although lord knows you don’t always listen to me when you should.”

“You guys are always on my ass when I’m planning on going out with someone, I know what I’m doing I’m not a child.”

“Nobody said you were, but your friends are concerned so the least you could do is at least hear them out a little. Anthony said that the woman was asking some weird ass questions and he’s just worried about you.”

“Look it’s fine I can handle myself y/n I don’t need to be looked after, beside you don’t see me jumping every time someone asks you out. So why can’t you just let me do my thing.”

Looking at him surprised by his sudden change in tone y/n’s eyes narrowed slightly as she huffed at him.

“Because you’re important to me you piece of shit.”

Y/n snapped as she stood up off the couch and started pacing back and forth.

“We care about you and we don’t want you getting hurt we care about you.”

“I know you do but it’s not a big deal, there’s no need to get so bent out of shape.”

“Oh my gods you really are dense I like you. a lot. like a lot a lot. And I just want to be sure you aren’t going to get hurt by anyone. I couldn’t stand the idea of you getting hurt by someone you may be emotionally invested in. It’s terrifies me what I would do for you, just please let us do what we need to try and keep you safe.”

Y/n ranted but stopped when he stared at her his eyes wide at her confession.

“You like me?”

“That’s what I just told you, now you go ahead and go on your date but at least hear Anthony out he’s one of your best friends.”

Tyler quickly got off the couch grabbing her arm when she turns to leave, she hadn’t meant to embarrass herself like that in front of him.

“So should I pick you up around seven?”

“What?”

“Anthony may have let it slip that you had feelings for me and so we cooked this up to see if you’d actually admit it.”

Tyler smirked pulling y/n against his chest and held her hips as she stared at him in shock as she tried to comprehend what he was saying.

“That little fucker.”

“So, is that a yes?”

“Mm just let me know how I need to dress, and I’ll see you then.”

Y/n smiled wrapping her arms around him their lips meeting in a soft kiss.

#aew #hook aew #hook fanfiction #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #prompt drabble

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 138

Right after Valerie sees plasmius as Vlad he notices her. Obviously he can’t have that. Danny knowing was one thing. But to allow another. He won’t let that stand.

Don’t ask why he has one. But he shot her with a weapon designed to transport others elsewhere. He didn’t bother to test where. Just knows it’s not earth.

Danny and Ellie watch as Valerie gets shot and disappears.

Valerie ends up smack dab in the middle of either a justice league meeting or a legion of doom meeting.

Let chaos commence as both Danny and Ellie try to get Valerie back. And Valerie is just trying to get back to amity. She has a mayor to confront.

#dpxdc #dpxdc prompt #Valerie falling for a villians lies #is a possibility #new demension and what not #but #she just got the reveal #she ain’t trusting anyone #ghost that’s half human? #vlad is a bad guy #she’s going through it #she still got her suit so she’s out #unless they catch her #she doesn’t have ghost powers after all #Danny and Ellie go on a search #maybe getting the infa map after they can’t find her #maybe they shoot themselves and end up somewhere else in dc #lots of options

[jjunsolos]

09. ; the job

synopsis - when your best friend dahyun offers to let you stay at her house, you really can’t say no. especially with how things are at the moment. what she didn’t mention is that her little brother lives with her too…

warnings - written, ass writing (srry srry😣), nothing else… i think

wc - 1k

author’s note - took so. long writing this omg im so srry😭 anywaysss WE ARE SO BACK🆙

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(Author’s POV)

As soon as she hears the door open and close, Y/n sprints out to meet Dahyun in the living room.

“So?” she asks excitedly. Dahyun looks at her with a teasing smile.

“Sit on the couch and I’ll tell you.”

Y/n quickly does as she says with a squeal.

Y/n has always liked the idea of being independent, but her mother was always in the way of that. Now that she’s out of her mother’s control, she believes that the first real step to independence would be getting a job. People at Y/n’s age don’t typically get excited over work the way she does, but that’s just another thing that makes her stand out.

Dahyun sits next to Y/n, that teasing smile still on her face.

“She said… that you can come in tomorrow and she’ll interview you!”

If Dahyun’s downstairs neighbors hated them, they were about to hate them so much more.

“Oh my gosh! Dahyun I love you so much.” Y/n says as she engulfs Dahyun into a tight hug. Dahyun groans but she reciprocates the hug anyways.

Y/n’s excitement remains for the rest of the day. She basically dances and sings with every step she takes (which confuses Jungkook but he doesn’t comment on it). Y/n goes to sleep with a smile that day and dreams of a happy and bright future.

(Y/n’s POV)

…Maybe I should rethink this. The bakery is cute and small. The inside isn’t exactly empty, there were a couple 3 or 5 people at different tables, but I’m still hesitant. This is my first job ever and I have no idea how to make a good first impression.

“You got this, Y/n. Be a big girl.”

The first thing I notice when I walk in is the sweet smell of muffins and other pastries. It’s so delightful, I wonder why there are rarely any customers. The ceiling lights have a bit of a pink hue to it which gives the room a bit of aesthetic. I nervously exhale as I approach the front counter.

The girl standing behind it had long, flowy hair. It was light brown and it shone really well under the light. She looks up at me with a soft smile.

“Hi, what can I get for you today?”

“Hi! My name’s Y/n. I was supposed to meet up with… Mi-Yoon? For an interview.”

The girl looks at me with wide eyes, almost like she’s seen something incredible.

“Oh, you’re the girl Mi-Yoon was planning on hiring! Nice to meet you, I’m Valerie!” she says, her smile wide as she extends her arm out for me to shake. I do so with a smile just like hers.

“Mi-Yoon is in the back. I can take you to her if you’d like?”

“I’d love that!”

And with that, she excitedly grabs my hand and drags me to the back.

The back of the bakery was big. Bigger than the front. There were doors on almost every side of every wall, yet they still managed to make everything look cute and pleasing to the eye.

I follow behind Valerie as she leads me to a door marked ‘Manager’. She stops right in front of the door.

“Mi-Yoon’s really chill and it won’t be hard to get comfortable with her, so good luck! I really hope you get this job. I can tell we’re going to be best friends.” Valerie says. Her attitude is admirable and contagious. I can’t help but smile along with her.

“I hope I get it too. Thank you so much, Valerie!”

She gives me a little hug before walking away. Now it’s just me and the door… and Mi-Yoon on the other side of the door. I exhale once more before knocking on the door twice.

“Come in!” a voice shouts from the inside. I’m basically shaking as you open the door.

Mi-Yoon is a short woman. She has black hair that is only a little curled. Her dimples are easy to spot and her eyes squint everytime her lips move.

“So you’re Y/n, huh? Dahyun’s told me so much about you already and let me say, I absolutely adore you, girl.” Mi-Yoon says as she flips through a binder. I only laugh shyly.

She gestures to me to sit on the chair in front of her desk and so I do so obediently. As she continues to flip through the binder, I take the chance to look around her office. It’s nice and tidy. There’s no specific theme but the room still looks nice. The awards she has hanging on the walls make me smile softly, but I’m brought out of my thoughts as Mi-Yoon starts to speak.

“So why do you want to work here?”

The question makes my face turn red.

“For a long time, I was told that I won’t be good at anything that isn’t running a business or becoming a CEO… and I believed that for a long time. But baking is something I actually enjoy doing. It’s something that makes me happy… that’s why I want this job.”

I look down at my lap as I finish my sentence, lowkey panicking. What if I don’t get the job?

“You got the job, Y/n”

My head shoots up and a wide smile appears on my face. I feel like screaming but I contain it (just for now.

“Thank you, Mi-Yoon! I promise I’ll make you proud” I say, my smile never going away. Mi-Yoon smiles back and holds her hand out for me to shake. I do so excitedly.

“This is a step into my new life!”

As I walked out of Mi-Yoon’s office, my attention was on my phone as I excitedly informed Dahyun about the news so I didn’t notice the person walking my way, also not paying attention. That led us to bump into each other. While I almost went flying, the person I bumped into didn’t even move an inch.

“Oh… sorry. I didn’t see you there”

I look up and see a man. A beautiful one. His eyes shone under the light and his nose was just perfect.

“It’s fine… thank you”

Before he could say anything else, I rushed out of the area.

That was weird.

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[bad268]

Felony Purdy (Brock Purdy X Pregnant! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/NFL

Requested: Yee by @kitwalkersabductor (and @madmushroomxsoph wanted fluff, so here you go <3)

Warnings: Pregnant reader but no pronouns used, brief mention of labor (but not graphic)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1147

Summary: Names are hard to settle on.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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“Brock, it’s getting to the point where we’re gonna need to start thinking about baby names,” You said one day after he came back from practice. You just hit 32 weeks and you found out you would be having a daughter at 20 weeks. Now, it was setting in that you only had 8 weeks left of pregnancy, and you knew it would fly by. The last thing you wanted was to go into early labor and not have a name prepared for her. “I made a list.”

“Is this a serious list or a suggestion list?” Brock teased, knowing that you liked to joke about names in your earlier stages of pregnancy. 

“Are you saying none of my names are serious?” You started tearing up, thinking that he did not like any of the names you suggested, serious or not. “Ashley Purdy is cute.”

“I’m not talking about Ashley,” Brock laughed as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his side. “I’m more so talking about Felony.”

“Felony Purdy would be cute if a felony wasn’t a crime!” You defended as you shot up. You looked down at your bump with a frown as you rubbed around it before glaring at Brock. “If you suggested anything good, maybe I wouldn’t get my hopes up for certain names.”

“You said Rosacea, and I countered with Rose and Rowan. What do you mean?” He laughed in disbelief, trying not to sound defensive or condescending. He knows your mental state has been fragile lately, and the last thing he wants is to hurt your feelings.

“Rose is such a common name, and I don’t like Rose Purdy,” You grumbled as you crossed your arms and leaned back into his side. “What about Calorie? It’s like Valerie but different.”

“Calorie? Please tell me you’re joking,” He chuckled in disbelief but immediately stopped when he noticed you were not laughing. In fact, you had tears in your eyes that were about to fall. “Wait, babe, please hear me out. Calorie, you do know what it means right?”

“It’s cute, Brock. You don’t have to talk to me like a toddler. I know what calorie means,” You sighed unhappily, but after a minute of him staring at you, you realized why he was straying you away from that name. “I stand corrected. What about Brie? That’s cute! Little Brie Purdy!”

“Brie as in Brie cheese?”

“And now you’ve ruined it,” You moaned, throwing your head back. “What about Merlot? I think that’s adorable.”

“You’re just manifesting our daughter to be a whiner,” Brock joked, but it fell flat to you. “Why don’t we stick with more traditional names? Like Elizabeth, Miranda, or Diana?”

“They’re too common!” You cried out as you turned to face Brock, holding his face in your hands. “We are never going to find the perfect name for her. I already feel like I’m failing as a parent, and I haven’t even started.”

“Maybe we could wait to see her, and it will just come to us?” Brock offered. “I would hate for us to find a name we like and take one look at her and think it doesn’t fit her, y’know?”

“Oh my gosh! You’re so smart, Brock! Why didn’t I think of that?” You gasped with a smile. 

“You just have a little bit of pregnancy brain,” Brock comforted as be placed a kiss on your nose, “Don't stress it too much. We’ll find the perfect name for her when she gets here. Until then, I don’t wanna hear you stressing over her name anymore, got it?”

“No promises, but I won’t settle on one,” You laughed as you finally leaned in to connect your lips to his.

~

When the time came, to say you felt unprepared would be the understatement of the century. You started early labor while Brock was at an away game, but his mom was a huge help. Through everything, she stayed by your side along with your support system, and together, they all helped you through the hours of pain you endured. Thankfully, he was able to make it by the time your daughter was born.

After a few hours of recovering, you decided that you were rested enough to hold your daughter, so that’s what you were doing. Listening to the Niners game that Brock had to leave early while she slept, you could not take your eyes off of her. She was the perfect combination of you and Brock. She had your hair color and his facial structure. Her eyes that were currently closed were bright blue, which the nurses told you would most likely get darker over time, but they were beautiful nonetheless. You could stare at her for hours, and you probably were because, at one point, Brock sat behind you to help you hold her up, noticing your arms start dropping.

In the comfortable silence, names flew around in your head, trying to see if any of them would stick with her. Brock was still sitting with you, looking down at her also thinking about names. Then, it was like a lightbulb went off, and the name you thought of was perfect. You were thinking that nothing else fit right, and this was meant to be her name. Brock caught onto the shift in your body posture as you pulled her closer to your body.

“Did you think of the name?” He whispered as he leaned his head onto your shoulder, tightening his hold around you and your daughter.

“Yeah, I did,” You said back just as quietly before turning away from her for the first time in forever to look at Brock. You muttered, “I think she looked like a Felony Purdy.”

“I swear if you’re serious,” He trailed off with a light laugh. “Please tell me you’re not serious.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just screwing with you,” You teased as you leaned back you bonk your head against his shoulder. “Can’t I make a joke?”

“I thought we were having a moment,” He laughed as he kissed your forehead.

“We are,” You pointed out before looking back down to your daughter. You smiled as you thought of the name again before looking back over to Brock seriously. “What about Emerson?”

“Emerson Y/n Purdy,” He said as if to test the name out before smiling wide. “I think it’s perfect. Just like you. Thank you for being the best partner and parent to our little Emerson.”

“Thank you for being the best partner and best supporter I could have during this journey,” You said sincerely. “And don’t worry, she will always be my little felony.”

“You know, some parents have cutsy names for their kids like munchkin, sugar bear, or ducky, but you want to nickname our daughter felony?” Brock replied in disbelief. 

“She needs to know what her almost-name was!”

~~~~~

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[hydrangea-mon-amor]

SWEET INJURIES.

Female! Yandere OC x reader

Trigger warning! Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, non con physical touch, one sided somnophilia. This work also includes the notion of rape. If you are not comfortable with that please do not read further. (Tell me if i need to add more!) DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Side note — if you read the trigger warning and still were triggered by the content (or any that I’ve wrote) please message me ASAP and tell me about it. This goes for all of my works, but I do not mean harm writing these stories and the content of my blog are dark and heavy. I DO NOT condone this behavior and if any of you see yourself in a situation like this I urge you to seek help.

Summery! You have the perfect life, good grades, a group of friends and a good home life. In your school the popular girl, Valery Magnolia is the daughter of two famous doctors with a hospital in your city. Valery is trained in the arts of medicine and when you suffer from a serious fall you seem to catch the attention of miss popular.

A/N: I think this is the longest fic I’ve wrote so far, anyways enjoy I’ve had a blast writing Valery’s character. Just to put it out there this pictures are not mine and I’ve found all of them on Pinterest. This is unedited as fuck so don’t be surprised if you see many errors. As time goes by I’ll be able to lick them out and fix them, so for now, just enjoy. ❤️

— AGAIN IF ANY OF THE TRIGGER WARNING I LISTED TRIGGERS YOU THEN PLEASE DONT READ FURTHER.

You sit with your friends at a lunch table while you eye miss popular chortle it out with her friends. Valery Magnolia, the highly praised daughter of two famous doctors and the owners of Magnolia Medical Center. Tch. People say she’ll become just as knowledgeable about medicine like her parents, maybe even start her own clinic. But for now, you and her are in high school in your junior year. And besides, it’s public knowledge that she’s dating the quarter back Jaydee B Hallaghar, brother to the famous runway model Dante T Hallaghar. You scoff to yourself, why do you even care? Matter of factly, why are you so fixed on looking at her? You’re being foolish, and you know it.

“I heard she’s killed some people.” You whip your head around at your friend Tylers vicious statement. He stabs a fork in his undercooked meat and the only thing he ate so far were the tatter tots. He seems to notice your bewildered gaze. “Y‘’know, like when she operated on some patients she kinda fucked it up and killed ‘em. Since her parents are rich and famous and a real big deal in our city they were able to cover it up, mostly.”

“Your crazy, she may be a prissy bitch but I don’t think she is a killer.”

“I bet her victims thought that too.”

“Whatever.” You stand up with your tray in hand and you look back to Tyler. “Come on, let’s go to the rooftop.” Tyler again picks at his meat, you don’t know why you know he won’t eat it.

“Won’t we get in trouble? Again?”

“Tyler, we always get in trouble going up there, what’s the difference now.” Tyler pushes his chair back and cocks his head to his rear.

“Like, what if we get suspended or something?”

“Then we’ll just get a break from this hellhole they call ‘school’.”

Your feet dangles of the edge. Your school is only three stories high so everything is fairly close. Even now, the people that are on the ground don’t look as small as some would say. But maybe that’s just because your not high enough. Your friends lays on his back a cigar in his mouth. You don’t tell him that the smell bothers you.

“Do you ever have wet dreams about anyone?” You look at him disgusted.

“You are genuinely such a gross person. Why is every thought you have so lewd?”

“Why isn’t your thoughts lewd enough?” He sits up in a crisscrossed position, throwing his cigar off the roof top he then turns to face you. “So, do you?” You avert your gaze from him.

“Once, but it was about my ex and they were a shit show so I don’t like to think about it.”

“Fair,” Tyler picks at his pocket pulling out another cigar. “I’ve had a few, most of them are about a certain Magnolia girl.” You actually wish to puke.

“No seriously, what’s your obsession with her? Wet dreams? You even know her whole ass schedule and not to mention all the theories you have on her.” Tyler thinks for a moment.

“It was in elementary. We had a school project and you know how I was in school, a total freak! No one wanted to be my partner, no one but Valery. She decided to be my partner when she could’ve just chosen one of her hundred friends. She sometimes smiles at me in the hallways. You think she remembers?”

“So a girl was nice to you once and now you have these intense yucky feelings?” You say nonchalantly.

“Pretty much.”

A few minutes later you hear the school bell and you say your god yes to Tyler because he always leaves first and because you have different classes. But also because you like the view here. The tees sway nice and the grass looks more lively. But when you lift yourself up to finally get to your locker and head to class you feel yourself slip.

Instead of rearing back into the rooftop you sway forth and you find yourself tumbling down. When you hit the floor you hear cracks, not a crack but many all at once at the same time. Blood pools from all parts of your body but you can’t find it in you to scream. Because you can’t. Your throat hurts too much and with every breath you take the more excruciating it is. You hear heels click on the floor rushing to you. It’s your guidance counselor. She screams for you to stay awake and to not sleep but you can’t hear her well, you can’t really see well either. Everything is blurry.

The last thing you feels is your body being shaken and the odd sound of muffled yelling and the beeping of a number being dialed.

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You wake with a ache in your head, no it’s not there, it’s everywhere.

You try to sit up straight but the physical pain you feel is so raw you let out a gasp.

“Careful.” A stern voice states from your side. You turn your head to see that it’s none other than Jacob Magnolia, the father to Valery. “What were you thinking trying to commit suicide like that? Twenty of your bones have been fractured and two broken.”

“I didn’t—“

“Please, quiet. When your guidance counselor saw you on the ground do you know who she was with?” You shake your head. “Well, I guess that is to be expected. She was with my daughter. My little girl had to watch an almost dead body.”

“But sir that isn’t my fu—“ Dr. Jacob puts his finger to your mouth to silence you.

“Enough, I already have enough patients to deal with.” It was then that the door to your room creaked open and a girl tepidly stepped inside.

“Daddy? Are you in there? Um, are they alright?”

Well fuck.

Of course, it has to be Valery Magnolia barging into the room like this.

“They’ll be just fine darling. Do you mind watching over them for a bit? I have to check on some of my other patients.” Valery moves inside the room and sits by a chair close to your bed.

“Sure, I don’t mind.” Valery’s dad thanks her before stepping out of the room. It is now that she turns to look at you. “Are you alright?”

“Do I look alright? Twenty-two of my bones are fucking gone.” Your voice is dread-filled but funny enough it actually made Valery chuckle.

“They aren’t gone, they are just damaged. They’ll be fine in a couple of months. You can trust me on this.” She gives you a genuine smile.

“Lucky me.” Your voice is muffled but you didn’t really care.

“Do you want some water? I can get you it.”

“Trust me, the only way I’ll be able to have fluids circling my body is through feeding tubes. There is absolutely no way of my standing up, you can trust me on this, I’ve tried.” Again, you’ve managed to get Miss Popular to laugh.

“Well, I can tell you I’ll try my best to make you as comfortable as I am able. My name is Va—“

“Valery yes I know. And I guess this is where I tell that my name is Y/n.” She looks almost taken aback, almost.

“I didn’t know you already knew of me. Can I ask how? We’ve never met each other before.” For the first time meeting her, you wanted to slap her across the face.

“You literally saw my bleeding body on school grounds which should tell you that we are from the same school. Also, I have you in four different periods, and that's besides lunch. But I guess since you’re so popular and loved you don’t have time to notice the background of things. Am I right?” Valery’s lips creased into a thin line before she tried to force them into a lukewarm smile.

“I didn't know you felt so strongly about my reputation at school. But that doesn’t matter now, does it? You’re injured and I’ve already told you I’ll do anything to ensure your maximum comfort. And don’t be weary, I have quite an extensive knowledge of medicine and the human body. You’re in safe hands, I promise.”

“Are you sure about that?” Valery places a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to give comfort.

“Let’s not be so hasty to one another, besides it’s the first-way ticket to a sour relationship and I don’t feel in the mood to create an association like that. So please, for my sake and yours let’s be cordial with one another.” as she says this her hand is still in place.

“Will you agree to stop touching me if I agree to let you be my temporary ‘doctor.’” Valery nods her head enthusiastically.

“Fine. But only for a week and then I would like a certified doctor to care for me, for my peace of mind.”

“Of course.”

The first day Valery comes into your room, she comes with a feeding tube. You didn't expect her to take you so seriously but then again you weren't exaggerating so you don't mind.

“You said you needed these? Please be still while I attach this to you.”

“Won't I have to go under for that?” Valery simply gives a tight smile.

“No, not for this case. Anyways, won’t you be good and be still while I apply this to you?” You vehemently cringe internally. But you ultimately let her.

“Good.” She whispers. “I want to ask, how was your life like at school? I mean, since I am considered popular and student body president I had a lot of pressure and work to do. I wonder what it’s like for you, for someone so…average.” You seriously don’t think she’s talked to anyone that wasn’t obscenely rich.

“Well, uh, I guess it was normal? Um, I didn’t do anything. I mean I went to some after-school clubs but fewer than one-fourth of the school knew me. But I didn’t care about popularity I had my people and family and I was doing pretty good in class so I didn’t care. But my friends sure did care about you.”

“Really?” Valery’s ears perked. “What do they say, what do people say about me?”

“Well, most of them just gawk at the floor you walk on, I don’t think they're above licking your shoes for you.”

“Gross.” She states, you agree.

“Others…well others are indifferent. They don’t care about you nor do they want to. Did you hear about the rumor of you killing some of your patients from performing surgery on them?” Valery goes rigid.

“Really? Who said this about me?”

“Oh um, no one in particular, just something I heard while walking the hallway.” You lied.

“Well, what do you think of me?” You can almost feel her hold her breath as in waiting for your response to decide if she should continue or stop.

“Well, I guess a day ago I would say that you were just a snobbish prude.” You can see her visibly wince, “but after what happened yesterday I see you as a more humble person, I think. Um, I guess you're cool.” Valery breathes a sigh of relief.

“I’m glad.” She murmurs.

On the second day, Valery comes with a care package.

“Tada! All my friends have pitched in to make this for you.” You can’t move your body yet so you try as best as you can to see with your eyes. “Oh no no! Don’t push yourself Y/n, here just lay there and I’ll show you one by one what’s inside. When you are perfectly healthy you can take it for your own. Hm? Yeah?” You have no energy to decline so you just accept it. But instead of sitting in a chair, Valery decided to sit next to you on your bed.

“You’re pretty when you sleep.” She says absentmindedly but when she notices the concern in your eyes she elaborates. “Daddy had some tweezers here he needed and I opted to help, it was then that I saw you asleep. Not to sound creepy but you’re a nice sleeper.” She creeps into the care package and pulls out plushie after plushie and decorated them on your bed.

“There! Now, whenever you sleep a piece of me will always be there to take care of you, as a true doctor would.” You nod slowly, trying to follow whatever the hell she’s saying. But then you notice her looking glum.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure I guess.” She propositions herself so that she looks directly at you.

Her voice is unsure, “a-am I a whore?”

Well, you weren’t expecting that.

“It’s just, sometimes I hear from my friends that some of the kids at school think I’m a whore because I have a lot of guy friends. Hell, even my boyfriend is getting agitated by it.”

“Is he getting agitated at you or at what they're saying?” Her eyes widen as if no one has ever asked her that. “Because trust me, If your boyfriend decides to believe the rumors instead of you then he isn’t worth it. I mean, If you were my girlfriend I’d put you above all else. Don’t settle for what you know you don’t deserve.” She regards you for a moment. Like static electricity, never once blinking. If you weren’t too busy looking at the big blue teddy bear you may have gone a little spooked.

“And to answer your other question, I think we all are whores. It may not be for sex but it is for something. My friend is a whore for cigarettes and I am a whore for breaking the rules and seeing how far I can go without getting in too deep shit. I can’t exactly say what you are a whore for, but if it’s what your thinking then no. I don’t think you go after guys just for the sex they offer. Not anymore.” Valery grabs a fistful of the bed sheets and clenches them around her hands. She has to take deep and protracted breaths to prevent herself from crying tears of relief.

“Thank you Y/n, thank you so much.”

“It’s whatever.”

“No.” She reaches to take your arm in hers. “It means a lot to me, thank you.” She looks unsure of whether to say her next sentence or not, but when she looks at you and realizes how badly she wants this she can’t help herself.

“Can I hug you? Y/n, can I please hug you?”

“Valery do you still not realize I have twenty-two Broken bones, if you hug me no matter how light it was I think you would break a few more.”

“Two broken bones” she clarifies, “you have twenty fractured bones and two broken bones. Remember?”

“Yeah yeah same shit.” Valery can’t help but smile.

“Then can I stay here, for a few more minutes with you?” When she realizes she’s getting no response from you she looks at you worriedly only to have her tense muscles relax to see your sleeping face. She told you, you had a pretty face while sleeping. When she looks at you urges so raw bubbles in her stomach. But she holds herself back, no, now is not the time.

Valery is not stupid. She knows that the feelings she feels for you is far from normal, but she doesn’t care. She could care less when she has you to worry about. It’s officially been two weeks since you’ve been in the hospital and though it may be selfish to say but Valery has been enjoying every second of it. She appreciated the bond you’ve formed with her and she is delated in the process of taking care of you.

She almost wishes you were like this forever!

Now, Valery is standing at a porch, her hands knocking on a door. She’s knocked on this door many times before but today seems to be different. And she is giddy about it. The door creeks as orange heels step into the frame.

“Dante, I didn’t expect for you to have a shoot right now.”

“If you become as famous as me, you won’t have time to be free. Every hour there is a new shoot, and right here and now I’m wasting my time with you.” That’s Dante for you.

“I want to speak with Jaydee.” She gives Valery an odd look. “Is something wrong.” She shrugs.

“Is that all? Just Jaydee? What happened to: Scrumpie-pumpkin, Sugar-cakes, Snuggluffagus, Tubba Wubba or—“

“That is enough.” Again Valery is restraining everything in her to not lunge at Dante. “This is important.”

“Well you aren’t going to speak with him today, he’s helping this new kid tutoring.” Valery can feel her teeth clench. Yes that new kid, Jaydee’s friend Oscar made a bet with him to see how long he could get them to fall for him.

“Then do you mind telling him this?”

“Make it quick, I only have so much time to get to my shoot.”

“Im breaking up with him, I’ve found someone much better.” She can feel herself foaming at the mouth.

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She should feel ashamed.

Today is the day of your discharge. Your bones have finally healed but Valery doesn’t want this to end. She doesn’t want to stop doting on you. Which is why she asks you a proposition.

“Go on a date with me.” You almost choke on your coffee.

“Say what?”

“Go on a date with me.” When seeing your expression she immediately goes to try and justify it. “You know b-because we hung around each other these past few months. You don’t even have to see it as a date, just a um, parting gift?”

“Valery, I see you tomorrow at school. It’s not like I’m a vulture, I’m not going to disappear.”

“I-I know that! Just come to my house, oh uh, let’s go 7:30pm huh? We can watch a movie or something, your choice!” She gives you a beaming smile in a sly chance to waver your answer in her favor.

“Okay sure, fine.”

She feels a sigh of relief. Before you know it she’s tackling you in a hug, her face squished against your cheek. If you cared to notice, you would realize how closer her lips were to your mouth, and how tight her hold was on you.

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you! I promise you won’t regret this!”

You did

When Valery told you she lived in an apartment down Boulevard Street you expected her to be living in one unit. But then again this is Boulevard Street, home to all the filthy rich people. So imagine your surprise when you realize that Valery lives in all the units! Like, each unit has a different purpose! It wasn’t until one of the guards that guarded the main entrance told you that the apartment complex is the Magnolia’s family personal estate. All of it.

What was the point of a humungous garage then?

It seemed the guard already knew of your relation to Valery, considering how ready he was to help you. He leads you up the stairs, which again, you don’t understand why you couldn’t just use the darn elevator.

“Right this way.” He leads you to the first door on the eleventh floor.

“Thank you.” You smile and knock on the door.

It was already open.

You don’t seem to mind or be concerned considering the number of guards and protection in this place. If you lived here you wouldn’t even feel the need to lock the door! You step inside and are taken aback at how beautiful and spacious and how wondrous everything is.

“Lady Magnolia is in her bedroom, to the left.” You point your gaze that way and you can definitely tell that it is Valery’s room. The handle is pink, which you learned is her favorite color, and there is a picture on her door. Before you approached it you merely thought it was a portrait of her friends altogether but upon closer inspection you’re horrified to see that it’s you. The picture is of you in the hospital bed, sleeping. On the paper, there is an outlined word in all caps: MINE.

You open the door without a second thought. Stepping inside you see that her wall(s) is covered in pictures of you! Some of the photos are photoshopped, indulging in the idea of you…dating her.

You feel bile creeping up your throat.

You then walk to her desk, that too is covered in pictures and pictures of you. This time you actually vomit a little when you notice some pictures of Valery fondling breasts/crotch. There is no way this could be legal.

It is now that you notice definite CDs on her bedroom floor. You notice a DVD drive on her bed, and her laptop there too. You rush gathering the CDs in your hand and hopping into the bed. You were no expert but if Valery showed this much infatuation with you then you don’t think it would be above her to alter her life completely and the pursuit of you. Which is why you typed your name as the password.

……SIGHING IN.

You cannot believe that this is happening to you.

Quickly you plug the CDs into the DVD drive and the. Into the computer. The videos ranged from Valery giving you kisses while you were unconscious to pleasuring herself with your old hospital gown. She came while saying your name at the top of her lungs, her eyes lidded and lips drooling.

Perhaps you were just too stunned because you couldn’t stop watching, from file to file you watched everything that Valery would do while you were unaware of everything taking place. You genuinely thought she could’ve been a friend to you.

You hear footsteps

It’s already too late to hide what you have been doing

“Y/N…” you’ve never turned your head faster in your life.

“Valery—“

“I can e-explain!” You definitely want to see how that would play off.

“How are you going to justify fucking yourself on my hospital gown!” Valery is caught off guard, she didn’t expect you to see that. “You can’t explain it, can you? That’s why you’re so despondent.”

“No!” She hurriedly replied.

“Oh yeah? Then how do you explain the pictures? Huh! How do you explain every single one of your walls being covered in pictures of me! How do you explain that!”

“I had to!” She cries, cornering you into a wall. You can see tears prick her eyes. Her arms are on each side of you, barricading you. She stutters as she says, “You have no idea what it was like! I-I needed you with me—I still need you with me! Never, have I felt so genuinely cared for by another person before you! I n-never could have let you go even if I wanted to. P-please Y/N, try to understand my point of view. I-I love you.”

You slap her across the face.

“Bullshit!” You take a step closer to her, but she doesn’t budge, intent on keeping you enclosed like this. “I heard about the rumors of you and Jaydee breaking up,” you take anther look at the bedroom “but honestly I think your just using me to get over him—“

“That isn’t true! I was the one to break things off with him, and I did it because I wanted to be with you!” She withdrew her hands from the walls and went to cup your face. “I never felt so sure of something in my life before, but I knew, I just knew that you are the one for me. A-and in time I’m positive I’ll be the one for you! We can even operate on patients together—“

“Fuck no!” You push her off of you. “Why would I ever think of becoming lovers with you, especially now? You-you’ve done so many terrible things to me while I was asleep. You violated my body!”

“No I didn’t! I made love to you before we could do it consciously together! I couldn’t help myself, I needed you so badly and I wanted to make you feel good too so I guess I got a little carried away but I never violated you!”

“That is literally one of the ways you could violate someone! Using their body without their knowledge or consent! Have you gone crazy Valery?” It’s now that she breaks into harrowing smile.

“If it’s for you then yes.” You shake you head disgusted at her.

“I can’t believe you, I thought we were friends!”

“We are! We can continue to still be friends! And something’s more! I know you love me Y/N, you’re just too scared and timid to admit it. I know you are!”

“You are actually psycho!”

“No I’m not!” You shake your head, looking at the door you devise a plan. But Valery is already two steps ahead of you.

“Don’t you dare think about—“ you dash to the door as fast as you can but fall to your knees from a sharp pain. When looking back to Valery, you notice a rifle on her hands, how she got it you’ll never know.

You wake with a searing pain in your head. You realize you’re strapped onto a rather comfy cot with a body next to you huddling for warmth. It’s then do you realize it’s Valery. You try to scream but there is a gag in your mouth. You also realized that you’ve been completely changed of clothes.

Valery stirs from her supposed sleep.

“Your awake.” She murmurs, you glare. “You must still be mad at me…” she seems genuinely disheartened by it. “I know there isn’t much I could say to soothe you, but, Baby you know I would die without you right? So don't leave just yet.”

Well with you bound up like this you have no chance of ever going to!

“You must wonder where we are, it’s another unit in the Apartment complex that my parents use for extra patients. Actually there are several units for that but this one is specially for you.” She seems hesitant before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. She seems quite happy with herself.

“Ahh, I’ve waited ages to do that!” She snuggles closer to you. “Please understand this is all for you.” It seems to get harder and harder for you to believe that.

#Valery Magnolia x reader #yandere blurbs #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #original story #original character #yandere oc #yandere female #obsessive tendencies #obsessive love #you x yandere

[mintymelty]

YHS Valerie Redesign/Rewrite

For valerie, i wanted to give her a softer color palette (cuz her old pink was a bit too red) and a chubbier build because i want the characters to be as distinct as possible, and body diversity is always neat. I also changed her last name because the first results for ‘maki’ were food items, so i gave her a last name meaning ‘place of the divine pine tree’ or ‘pine’ and ‘origin. she can keep the “Valerie” name, even though it’s hard to say in Japanese, because in my rewrite her parents wanted her to stand out so they gave her a ‘kira kira’ name.(think hippie name)

Valerie is friends with Gold(they share some classes) and valerie and funneh could talk during computer class. Valerie is considered one of the prettiest girls in school, but also a goodie-two-shoes which makes her prime bullying bait for popular girls that are jealous of her. Val gets a crush on kai/senpai because he genuinely wants to hear about her ramblings on machines and doesn’t want in her pants. Of course, WE ALL KNOW WHO won’t let that slide.

#itsfunneh yhs #itsfunneh yandere high school #itsfunneh fanart #yhs valerie #digital art #redesign #itsfunneh

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Defense

Summary: Everyone Knows AU, Sam discovers Danny's new friendship, and Tucker does his best to deal with the fallout.

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Tucker is not surprised that Sam is a big fan of the Phantom dummies.  He also isn’t surprised when Vlad sets them up without waiting for an answer, but he is a little surprised when Vlad pitches them to Sam as Tucker’s idea.  He doesn’t ask.  Something tells him it won’t go over well.

Smallest of all mercies, most of the time Tucker can ignore them.  Valerie’s suggestion that they needed to train in more dynamic environments was a fair one, and Tucker tends to find it better for everyone if he takes to that advice more than Vlad’s advice about… well, he spends a lot of time in the forest now, is the point.  Sam does too, but while Tucker spends a lot of time in the forest, Sam is currently spending all of her free time in the forest practicing.

…It’s worrying him.  Not even for the obvious reason, though that too.  This time it has more to do with the fact that Tucker is almost positive she isn’t getting enough sleep.  Or food.  Or… breathing.

And today, Tucker is positive, is not going to help.

Last night, Phantom had gotten in a fight with Technus at the Amity Park Mall.  It had been more destructive than usual, and a couple people had gotten minor injures from getting caught in the crossfire.

Tucker gets a slight reprieve in that he makes it to school before Sam does.  He finds Danny leaning against what seems like a random locker, and it catches him off guard enough that he walks over.

“Hey,” he says, and tries not to wince when Danny turns a wary gaze on him.  He’s also clearly not doing much better than Tucker knows he was yesterday.

A second later, however, he relaxes slightly.  “Hey Tuck,” he says.  “Where’s Sam?”

“Dunno,” Tucker says, looking over his shoulder.  “She’s not here yet, I guess.”

Danny nods, then looks back down the hallway towards the doors.  But he doesn’t look full of dread, so he can’t be looking for Sam.

“Why are you hanging out here?” Tucker says.  “Doesn’t Dash like to pummel you if you stand in one place too long before class?”

“Or after class, or ever,” Danny says with a small smile.  “Nah I’m… waiting for someone.”

Tucker gives him a curious look.  “Someone?  This isn’t Jazz’s locker.”

Danny hesitates.  “No,” he agrees.

“So who are you waiting for?”

“Uh…”

The door at the end of the hallway slams open, and the person decidedly neither of them is waiting for storms in.

Sam marches right over towards them, and wastes approximately no time before jumping in with, “Did you hear Phantom hurt a little kid last night?” she snaps, leaning back against the locker with a loud bang.

Tucker looks down at his bag, and moves like he’s digging it open to look for something important.

Danny sighs and leans back against the same locker he was standing by before.  “No.”

“Well he did,” Sam says, crossing her arms.  “Honestly, if he can’t bother to be careful, how is he any better for this town than the other ghost’s he fights?  Right, Tucker?”

Tucker jerks upright.  “What?”

Sam shifts so Danny can’t see her, narrows her eyes and glares at him.  “Right?” she repeats.

Tucker leans away from her, and thankfully, the warning bell rings before he can give a reply.

Sam gives him one last glare and then stalks off to her first period.

Danny sighs, looks back at the locker one last time, and then starts off towards their shared algebra class.

Tucker hesitates a second, but then Danny looks back at him like he expects him to follow, so Tucker does.

“Does she ever talk about anything else these days?” slips out of Tucker’s mouth before he can help it.  He winces, glad Sam isn’t around anymore.

Danny smiles a little, though it doesn’t reach his eyes.  “Nah, but she’s always been like that,” he says.

Tucker turns to stare at him.  “What are you talking about?”  Sam has not always been like this.  Tucker spends ages trying to reconcile this Sam with the one who used to light up when she spotted Danny across a room.

Danny turns to look at Tucker like he’s being weird.  “Uh, have you met her?  She’s this passionate about everything.  Remember the time she fought for weeks to change the lunch menu?  Or that time she let the gorilla out of its cage in the zoo?  Or the time she fought to save all of the frogs from being dissected in class?  If she comes up with something she thinks will make the world better, she sticks with it and sticks with it until it’s done.”  He looks down, and the smile drops from his face.  “It’s actually one of the things I really love about her,” he says quietly.

Tucker looks down and tightens his grip on his backpack.  He can’t breathe right.

He doesn’t think Sam would be very happy if he explains to Danny that her thing with Phantom isn’t a passion like changing the lunch menu was a passion.

What he wouldn’t give for Sam to get passionate about lunch menus again.

The second bell rings just as he and Danny make it into class, and Tucker shakes the thought away as best he can.

…

Tucker finds out who Danny was waiting for that morning against lunch.  Sam gets to the table first, and Tucker watches Danny walk as slowly as he seems capable of over towards their table from the second he walks in the room.

Sam glances over her shoulder when she sees Tucker looking at something behind her, and though she wasn’t speaking at all before now, she turns back around and says, “I just don’t understand how that Mom still thinks he’s a hero when he’s the reason her daughter got hurt,” Sam says, like they’d been in the middle of a conversation before Danny showed up.  “You know what I mean?”

Danny sits down next to Tucker, positioning himself as far away from Sam as possible.

“You know what I mean, Tucker?” Sam repeats, and Tucker turns to her in surprise.

Sam narrows her eyes at him, and Tucker sneaks a glance at Danny to find him poking at his food and keeping his gaze very decidedly away from Sam.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Tucker says anyway.

Sam narrows her eyes and opens her mouth, but before she can say anything a familiar voice calls “Hey, Danny!”

All three of them turn in surprise to find Valerie approaching the table.

“Hey,” Valerie says, sliding in to the table right next to Danny.  “Are you free to talk about those book reports we have to write?”

“Uh, sure,” Danny says, and before Tucker can even ask what Valerie’s doing here or what she’s talking about, she grabs Danny by the arm and pulls them both up and away from the table.  Danny manages to grab his bag before they do, but then Valerie pulls them out of the lunch room and out of sight.

Tucker blinks after them for another second.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Sam growls, and Tucker turns immediately to her, feeling something in his chest curl up in dread.

“Hey,” he says before Sam can say anything else.  “I’ve got an idea.”

Sam turns to glare at him.  “What?”

“How about we… don’t care?  And let Valerie make her own choices and decisions?”

Sam stares at him.  “She obviously doesn’t know, Tucker,” she spits.

“I mean yeah, I just thought—”

“Well don’t bother.  Come on, we have to do something,” Sam snaps, grabbing Tucker by the arm and yanking them both up from the table.  They get a couple of stares as they leave, and Tucker tries not to shrink under them.

Valerie and Danny are both down a side hallway, meaning Sam can stop dragging Tucker behind her right before the corner and listen to what they’re saying.

“Sorry for the suddenness,” Valerie says.  “You looked like you wanted out of there.”

“What, no I’m fine,” Danny says, though Tucker can hear the obvious hesitation in his voice.  He looks away from Sam.

“Sure, that’s why you were staring down at the table looking miserable,” Valerie says, and Tucker winces.

“No no, that’s… unrelated,” Danny says weakly.  Valerie snorts.

“Look, come with me.  I know a spot we can eat alone and no one’ll find us,” she says.  Tucker’s eyes widen, and he grabs Sam by the arm and pulls her back towards the lunchroom as quickly as they can.

Thankfully, they make it inside without being caught.  Tucker just manages to ignore the stares of the people around them as they walk back to their still empty usual table and sit down.

“I knew it,” Sam hisses, smacking her hands down on the table.  “They are friends.  He tricked Valerie somehow!”

Tucker doesn’t say anything.

“Tucker,” Sam says, clearly trying to get his attention.  “We have to get her away from him.  I’m going to need your help.”

“Oh, now you care about Valerie,” Tucker snaps before he realizes what he’s saying.

Sam blinks at him, caught off guard.  “What?”

Tucker glares down at the table, lets out a harsh sigh, and then stands up.  Then he picks up his backpack and storms out of the lunchroom.

He doesn’t have the energy for Sam today.

…

He ends up at the training grounds in hope of avoiding her, since she’s there less often now.  He’s pretty sure he beats the best time on the ceiling course three times over, though he’s not really keeping track.

But apparently, not one second of his life can be even the slightest bit easy anymore, because after less than half an hour there alone, Sam shows up.

“Hey,” she says.  Tucker ignores her and keeps at the punching bags he’s moved over to.

“I was looking for you,” Sam says.

“I don’t care,” Tucker snaps.

“What the hell is wrong with you today?”

“You!  You’re what’s wrong with me!” Tucker whirls to face her, gesturing wildly at her.  “You just— all the time I can’t—”

“Woah, slow down,” Sam says, crossing her arms.  “You need to chill.”

“I need to chill?”

“Uh, yeah, if it’s going to affect us working together,” Sam says.  “We need to get Valerie away from Danny.”

“That’s it?  That’s what you care about, working together to isolate Danny?”

Sam rolls her eyes.  “You don’t have to put it that way, stupid.”

“Oh I’m sorry, were you thinking about it a different way?” Tucker pulls up his ecto gun on his wrist without bothering with the rest of the suit.  He blasts the punching bag right off its hook in the ceiling, sending it crashing towards the other wall.  It doesn’t do much in regards to getting out his anger.

“Think about it however you want, whatever means you’ll actually get off your butt and do it,” Sam snaps.

Tucker glares over his shoulder at her.  “So that really is all you care about, then?”

“That’s what’s important,” Sam says, putting her hands on her hips.  “Am I supposed to care about something else?”

Tucker shakes his head.  “What was he doing that’s so dangerous to Valerie, Sam?  Arguing that he’s not miserable around us when he clearly is?  Accepting her invitation to go eat lunch alone?”

“Uh, yes.  Who knows what kind of things he’ll do if he gets her alone!”

“Spy on them, then.  You didn’t seem to have a problem before we learned Danny was Phantom, why is it suddenly off the table now?”

“I could stop it a lot quicker if I—”

“Stop!  Stop it!” Tucker reaches up and grabs his beanie in his fists.  “Leave it alone, Sam!”

“Why in the world would I do that?”

Tucker glares at her.  “Because he hasn’t done anything.  And because I’d like you to stop acting like you give two shits about Valerie.”

“What are you talking about, of course I do!”

“Really?  Because in our very first fight you flew off right after she got hurt and left me to apologize for you!  She was sitting there with a hurt leg, and you just flew off like it didn’t matter that she was hurt—”

“Because I felt like I couldn’t breathe!” Sam screams, and Tucker stops up short.

Sam buries her head in her hands and takes a shaky breath, and Tucker blinks at her a couple times, suddenly not sure what to say.

Finally, Sam pulls her head up.  “I couldn’t breathe,” she says weakly.  “That ghost lackey of Danny knocked my board out from under me and then Danny just caught me and I didn’t know what he was going to do and I couldn’t breathe.  I thought I was going to die.  I had to get out of there as soon as I knew he was gone.”  She takes another shaky breath and glares at Tucker, though it’s definitely weaker than she’d want it.  “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Tucker opens his mouth, at a loss for words.

Sam shakes her head a couple times, buries her head in her hands, then gives a frustrated scream.  She pulls her head up and twists her bracelet until her suit pops on, then turns towards one of the dummies shaped like Danny, and blasts its head clean off.

Tucker’s next breath catches in his throat and he spins away.

“Of course, I care that Valerie got hurt,” Sam snaps, her voice still sounding shaky, but more put together.  “I also care that she’s in a position to get even more hurt and not realize it.  Do you only care about one?”

“He hasn’t done anything,” Tucker whispers.

Sam marches around until she’s in front of Tucker and puts her hands on his shoulders.  Tucker ignores the way he can still feel her hands shaking.  “Yeah, because he’s not going to lead with ‘Hey, you don’t mind that I’m Phantom and hunt you down every other week, do you?’”

“And Valerie’s supposed to come back at that with ‘as long as you don’t mind that I’m the Red Huntress and hunt you down right back?’” Tucker asks quietly.

Sam scoffs.  “Tucker, don’t be ridiculous.  Obviously Danny knows.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why else would he be hanging out with Valerie?” Sam asks.

So he doesn’t have to hang out with us, Tucker doesn’t say.

“Look, if we’re going to keep him away from Valerie, I’m going to need your help,” Sam says.  “You can’t just let me do all the talking.  When I ask you to agree with something, or ask you to comment on something you need to do it.  And you need to stick with me when something goes down.  I need you to back me up, Tucker.  You can’t just be a bystander.”

Tucker pulls out of Sam’s grip and takes a couple steps back.  He knows she’s realized how he’s started shaking too.

“I’m not saying you have to jump straight into the deep end,” Sam says, her voice surprisingly gentle. “Just… don’t sit there in silence, okay?  And don’t just float in the background.  Engage.  Just a little bit.”

Tucker looks up at Sam.  “If anyone damages your board again,” he says softly, the best he can offer right now, “I’ll catch you.  Okay?”

Sam pulls in a sharp breath.  “Tucker, that’s not what I meant,” she says, reaching down to twist her bracelet back and forth.

“I know,” Tucker says.  He looks over at the now headless Danny dummy and swallows.  “But that’s what I’ve got.”  He looks back at Sam.  “I can be defense.”

Sam looks at him for a long stretch of time.  Finally, she nods.  “Okay.”

Tucker melts in relief, but then Sam says, “But you have to be ready to be offense, you know.  I’ve told you I can’t protect you all the time.”

“I will be,” Tucker says.

Sam narrows her eyes at him, and points to the dummies behind him.  “Prove it.”

Tucker’s mouth goes dry.  He starts to shake his head.

“You can be defense,” Sam says.  “But prove it first.”

Tucker looks at her for a moment, but finds her with narrowed eyes, staring at him.  She’s not going to back down.  She never backs down.

Tucker turns around and looks at the Danny dummies, sitting there harmlessly not bothering anyone.

He turns back to Sam.  “Will you leave Danny and Valerie alone for now?”

Sam narrows her eyes further.  “That’s not what I said.”

“We need more information,” Tucker says.  “We don’t know what— what he’s planning to do.  What if by trying to stop it right now we make it worse?”

Sam looks at him for a moment.  “Fine.”

Tucker swallows the bile building up in his throat, and turns and aims at one of the dummies— a Fenton one, just for good measure.

He squeezes his eyes shut and fires.

#danny phantom #tucker foley #sam manson #danny fenton #valerie gray #everyone knows au #my fic

[soartfullydone]

For fifty years, Rhysand was not doing the Calanmai ritual for the Night Court. 

That means the supposed most perfect and powerful court was missing out on fifty years’ worth of revitalizing magic from their High Lord conducting the Great Rite. Fifty years that would’ve likely led to famine and biting cold, making the entire land, court, and people weak AF and desperate, their High Lord appearing to all but abandon them. And there’s Valeris in the center of it all, its citizens unable to leave, unable to get any food or supplies in or out of the city. They’re trapped and dying while the Illyrians and the Court of Nightmares fight over what lingering bounties they can scrounge up.

A stand-in for him has never been established to my knowledge, and it never will be because SJM didn’t think this through at all. I actually don't believe the stand-in method works, like when she claimed that Lucien stood in for Tamlin. For one, why would the High Lords choose to make themselves vulnerable to both potential enemies and foreign magic if they could appoint anyone else to do it? Better, if they could spin it as an honor to serve? Endless ways to politically, socially, and culturally spin this one. Endless ways a volunteer could be rewarded for service, but whatever. We all know it doesn’t work like that.

Also, Lucien’s connection to the Spring Court is through loyalty to Tamlin. He is not connected to that court’s land and magic like native-born Spring Court fae are. He’s still Autumn fae through and through. At best, he could potentially contribute a smidgeon of magic by having sex, but it wouldn’t be any more powerful than any other fae’s contribution, and no one’s contributions would matter at all without the High Lord at the center of it all, performing the Rite. Like,,,, that’s the whole point,,,,,

If I was Amarantha making that bargain with Rhysand to leave the Night Court alone in exchange for his loyalty, I’d honor that to the letter (and she would, too!). Yeah, the Night Court will be completely left to its own devices. No Calanmai for you, Rhysand :). It would ensure another Prythian court would become weaker and weaker, unable to rise up beyond their own dire problems. And also, what a power trip for Amarantha, who gets to bed Rhysand whenever she wants without his full consent, and none of it will make a positive impact to his court. 

I won’t even fully get into SJM’s throwaway line that Rhysand and Feyre having sex just so happened to fall on the Night Court’s Calanmai. We all know that’s bullshit. There was no ritual (eating a bowl of soup for a mating bond isn’t it). There was no foreign magic entering Rhysand’s body (a mating bond isn’t it). There was no magical revitalization to the Night Court. Making a mountain explode because you orgasmed sO hArD didn’t help your land, babes. It probably just made some more poor Illyrians homeless.

It’s like this because she didn’t plan it for book 2. She didn’t plan anything. Not Valeris or Illyrians or the Inner Circle. Calanmai, however, was planned. It was one of the few world-building elements that SJM firmly established in book 1, so firmly in fact that she couldn’t figure out how to incorporate it into her fake feminist Night Court that she made up much later. So she decided to ignore it and rely on that one throwaway line, and it doesn’t work. She established that every High Lord has to perform the Rite.

Well, now it’s been what? 51, 52 years? And Rhysand still hasn’t done it.

#she wrote the rewrite of acomaf's draft in a month and it SHOWS #[insert 'everyone knows shit's FUCKED' song here] #i'll forever be salty about no more calanmai #one of the few fae elements sjm bothered to write and she chooses to bastardize it #and erase it #it's a no from me #anti sjm #anti acomaf #anti acowar #anti acofas #anti acosf

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2023. Day Twenty

"Nasty Burger"

Ao3

Summary: SuperPhantom. At last, Valerie bids the boys farewell.

- - -

Valerie took off her cap and put her nametag in her pocket.

“Cover me.” She told her coworker, Carrie, and left her behind the register. She didn’t ask her, because Carrie owed her one, and this wasn’t up to discussion.

She exited through the back and rounded to the front, where a well-maintained Chevy Impala was slowing down and parking carelessly. Sam and Dean climbed out of the car whilst Cas simply appeared out of it.

“So…” Dean started, but didn’t continue.

They were awkward like that, Valerie had gotten to know in the short time they had been in Amity; they could talk her through how to hunt a werewolf step by step and with gory details, but stumbled and stuttered the moment they had to express anything close to feelings.

“I guess this is goodbye.” She said, with a hand on her hip and the other one grabbing the seam of her jeans with two fingers in a nervous tic.

“Guess it is.” Dean said, shrugging a little with his hands in his jacket’s pockets.

She wasn’t the only one emotional, at least.

“This town’s gonna be pretty protected, now, even with ghosts as strong as these. And we’ll be ready, too, if we ever face an ecto-entity out there.” Sam smiled more openly, and Val couldn’t help but smile back.

Yeah, they had taught her a lot, but so had she; now they knew everything she did about ghosts, the world was a safer place for humanity.

“‘sides, with the hunting life the way it is, I won’t be surprised if we meet again.”

“There is nothing set in stone anymore, the future is unpredictable.” Castiel said and by now Valerie could actually read the intent behind his words.

“Yeah.” She smiled at the dork.

They all stayed silent for a moment an awkward, dumb moment that Valerie was more than willing to break by pulling the brothers in for a hug that she knew Castiel would join in, awkwardly shuffling in until he had his arms wrapped around them three.

“I’ll miss you guys.” She said, muffled by flanne.

“Don’t worry, kid.”

“You got this.”

- - -

So! I had a cute, funny SuperPhantom crossover where I did several references to John Mulaney’s “Streets smarts!” bit and had a great time! But then shit hit the fan and Mulaney said “this transphobe is my bestie!” and is now going “oooh, woke is annoying, boo-hoo!” SO, the cute crossover I enjoyed writing now has a bitter taste in my mind, and now the lil plans I had thought about for it have been scratched. This is the last I write about this ‘verse, because without the jokes is not the same, and it was supposed to bring me joy.

Thanks, John fucking Mulaney, for showing your true colours.

Remember when we thought there was a stand-up comedian who was not an intolerant asshole and we could lower our guard a bit? Yeah, me too.

#Danny Phantom #Supernatural #SuperPhantom #Valerie Gray #Team Free Will #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Castiel #DannyMay 2023 #DannyMay2023 #dannymay #day twenty #Nasty Burger

[lfcthelovesofmylife]

how i think different football players would behave on a night out

Declan Rice - 

Would 100% be the one to propose a night out for the boys (and you). It hasn’t even hit 10 o'clock and he’s already passing around tequila shots and apple sourz. You already know you’re going to be left trying to drag him away from the bar and make sure he gets home safe. You won’t let a repeat of the last night out happen where he was found asleep on his driveway at 4 in the morning. 

Aymeric Laporte - 

Literally one of the weirdest guys ever on a night out. First of all he wasn’t even invited, he’s meant to be in Manchester not Bond Street. All he does is sit in the corner of the club and quietly observe everyone. You know he’s judging you but realistically he’s the most harmless guy in the world.

Kai Havertz - 

You’ve never properly spoken to him before but he saw you have an alcohol induced breakdown in the corridor by the toilets and he sat with you for a good 15 minutes to make sure no creepy guys would try and crack on with you (Laporte). You then felt bad so you bought him a pint and he promised not to tell anyone about your instability. 

Mason Mount - 

He’s cute and you have a fat crush on him. He has a fat crush on you. He keeps asking you if you want another drink, or if you need water or something to eat. Every time he asks you feel like crying because he’s arguably the nicest guy there. He’s also almost as drunk as you so you know without a doubt neither of you will remember this night and you’ll forget that you made out on the balcony while John was singing Valerie. 

Phil Foden - 

He’s not actually underage but he keeps getting refused service so he has to ask John or Jack to buy him drinks. Jack keeps buying him vodka quads and pretty soon Phil is absolutely hammered. He keeps trying to dance with you and you have to be restrained by Mason because you almost punched Phil in the face. Phil starts getting really stroppy and won’t talk to anyone so Mason makes you apologise to him before the night gets ruined. 

Jack Grealish - 

He disappears halfway through the night. You won’t be surprised if you find out he’s gone on another drunk joyride in his new Range Rover. Him and Phil are inseparable and insufferable. You all have to pretend to not know him because otherwise you might get thrown out by the bouncer. The guys behind the bar are already sick of him asking for vodka quads every 15 minutes so they put him on a ban. John ends up buying more quads. 

John Stones - 

He’s usually fairly responsible until these nights out. Jack’s on a quest to get him drunk as fast as possible because it’s the only way John does karaoke. Pretty soon he’s up on the stage and you can’t get him back down. He sings Valerie while you’re outside making out with Mason and as soon as you’re back inside he forces you to sing Wonderwall with him. He did make it quite a fun night so you can’t hate him.

Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain - 

Absolute life of the party. He’s taken over the DJ booth and is playing non-stop R&B bangers. He’s also put on a hell of a lot of Little Mix songs but no one has the heart to tell him that ‘Salute’ isn’t exactly the right vibe for the club. Is non-stop bantering Trent and at one point you had to tell him to leave Trent alone before he got annoyed and left. Is also very responsible for bringing out shots. You spent a good 15 minutes at the bar with him slamming jagerbombs before you got taken away by Hendo so you wouldn’t get hammered at 10:15. 

Andy Robertson -

You two would have been inseparable. You’re like the better version of Jack and Phil. Ant and Dec have nothing on you two. You barely see each other in normal time so you’ve spent the whole first hour at the club catching up. As time’s gone on and he’s gotten more drunk you can tell his Scottish accent is getting stronger. He tries to do a bit of stand up comedy but no one wants to listen to his jokes apart from you and Trent and everyone’s throwing limes at him until he gets off the stage. 

James Milner - 

He offers to buy you a drink because he’s really old and still does that kind of thing, but he leaves before you can tell him what drink you want. 5 minutes later he’s back with either 2 pints of Guinness or Stella Artois. He challenges you to a race to see who can down their pint the fastest. He thinks that’s what the ‘young kids’ do nowadays. They don’t, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that. After that interaction you didn’t speak to him for the rest of the night because you were afraid you’d have to drink Guinness again.

Trent Alexander-Arnold - 

Surprisingly quiet for a night out with his friends (and Laporte). You’ve noticed he’s been avoiding Ox so you try and talk to him a bit and manage to convince him to have a few drinks to loosen up a bit. Soon enough he’s dancing and having the time of his life. Ox has been filming the whole thing and you already know Trent’s never going to hear the end of it. He’s also a bit mad at you because he thinks you’re taking his best friend (Robbo) away from him. 

Jordan Henderson - 

Stone cold sober. He feels responsible for making sure absolutely everyone’s safe and not too drunk. He calls Declan an Uber at 11:30 because he’s already out of it. You keep trying to get him to have a drink or two but he shuts you down every time. Everyone makes fun of him for being the dad of the group, but he shrugs his shoulders and says ‘it’s what any good captain would do’. Ends up sitting in the corner and listens to Alicia Keys through his earphones so no one else will bother him.

#mason mount #declan rice #kai havertz #phil foden #jack grealish #john stones #alex oxlade chamberlain #andy robertson #jordan henderson #mason mount imagine #declan rice imagine #kai havertz imagine #jack grealish imagine #john stones imagine #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold imagine #jordan henderson imagine #keira's random writing x

[tanglepelt]

The fall

a03

Danny takes on Pariah, gets reveled and his parents reactions. This is a continuation of day 3. here. Pretty sure it makes sense without that part tho.

**

Danny was going to get everyone out.

Amity would no longer stay in the realm; no longer would Pariah keep them trapped. Pariah's hunt was fruitless regardless, Danny held the ring now.

With his whole new power set, ice, and snow, ones he didn’t quite know how to use he’d just have to make it work. Going through the crater left behind from Amity's displacement he gathered what he needed. The weapons were stashed in the remnants of Sams's basement and the school boiler room. The anti-ecto weapons taken from his parents the trio had hidden away. If they worked on the king Danny would have a key advantage. Then the most important item that had been confiscated was the watch. The one ready to send him back to the realm. Back into the dome where his friends and family were trapped. Even back to go help the fruit loop.

He just had to shoot himself with it. It was a one-way trip.

There would be no turning back.

This was for his friends and family.

He wasn’t backing down from Pariah. No matter the cost.

A bag full of weapons on his back, the watch set to shoot he was ready.

Danny had never been so ready to see the green sky of the zone. To be standing back in amity. Even if it was just the deserted streets. No humans in sight. The dome once surrounding the town completely missing. Everything was too silent, empty.

The troops, pariah’s skeleton had to be attacking elsewhere. Nothing they sought was here in town.

He needed to get to FentonWorks. See if they were there. His parents had a secondary ghost shield, they had been working on an ecto-skeleton suit. Maybe there had been some success. Even with everything they had to face, the skeletons, pariah the fright knight there was hope. Danny knows that the ring of rage and crown of fire only boost the wearer when both are held by one. One without the other is just for cosmetics.

Or in Danny’s case as a callout.

A way to make sure the focus would be on him and not the humans of amity parks. They couldn’t take hits like he could, all too squishy and breakable.

The closer he got to FentonWorks the higher the concentration of ectoplasm was. Despite being in the realm it was more intense. Fitting when he saw the scene. Valerie manning the ecto skeleton, losing badly. The ghost shield surrounding his home cracking and breaking with each new hit. The skeltons were directly attacking the shield. In search of the ring, they do not possess.

This wouldn’t do.

Flying as fast as he could he slammed into Valerie, Knocking back into the ghost shield. The skeleton must of been on its last life, it broke when she hit the ground. That drew the skeleton's attention. There was still one more thing he needed to do.

With a salute to the skeletons, he went human. Plopping down into the ghost shield. The attacks on the shield increasing. Harder they hit. He would be out shortly to deal with them. Danny just needed some assurance the building won't go unguarded.

Valerie was already out of the suit. Anger and confusion are evident on her face. “Your phantom? You"

As the blast got louder and larger, he just tossed the bag at her. She caught it only to be knocked down. That ecto skeleton must have really taken it out of her. Already Sam and Tucker were rushing out with shouts of his name. There wasn’t enough time. In his haste, he left with a last message,

“I have the ring, watch the house. The shields won’t hold much longer. The bag has the weapons I deemed too dangerous for my parents to keep. Protect the people. I'll deal with the rest.”

Walking out of the dome a single weapon tucked away behind his back and a ring on his finger. Danny held up his hand transforming, calling out pariah. The king truly was done for. So caught up in his rage to retrieve the ring. Charging at Danny with no hesitance. Looked like he was just going for physical contact.

This king had been sealed up for centuries, likely never even seeing a laser gun. All the better for Danny. Thankfully his aim wasn’t like his dad's. His gun hit Pariah straight on, sending him straight to the ground. No more powers for him. Just his physical abilities.

Pariah still put up a fight. Hit after hit never backing down. He was a beast without the powers. Danny couldn’t win like this. He needed the crown.

Suppose he had the crown Pariah wouldn’t stand a chance. It was just the two after the other item. Danny aiming for the head Pariah gunning for the ring. Danny had little to no control over his ice, rather than freeze any part of Pariah things were just colder.

Every now and then he managed to get an icicle to hit Pariah in the face. The dud just wouldn't cool down and give up.

Danny was being forced closer to the dome. The one about to shatter. Valerie, Tucker, and Sam all shoot from behind the shield. Yelling amongst each other about something he couldn’t hear. This had to be his final push, they couldn’t reach the barrier. The shield would fall if they did.

Someone yelling was getting closer. The screaming getting louder.

“DUCK” was that his mom?

A green blast went past him hitting Pariah.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY SON”

Yea, that was his mom. That was his mom. She knew? Did Valerie rat him out?

“AIM FOR THE CROWN” Sure enough she did. Knocking it straight off his head.

As he grabbed the crown eyeball ghosts began to appear, a sarcophagus with them. A new ghost ordering someone to shove him into it. Then close the lid sealing Pariah in. Leading to him once more being locked away in his slumber.

That led to his current situation.  Town rightfully back in Illinois, having a heart-to-heart with his family. It wasn’t Valeria that ratted him out but Sam and Tucker. Apparently, Valerie had knocked out all the adults to steal the ecto-skeleton, so she had been avoiding them since. Likely trying to avoid a lecture.

When they came too, and they were still in the ghost zone his mom and dad panicked. Both Vlad and Danny were missing, and the suit was gone. They didn’t know what happened. His friends had no real choice, if they had gone looking for him the shield would have fallen too fast.

That didn’t stop his mom from coming to his aid when he was in sight.

His being Phantom didn’t bother them. The two were more upset he didn’t trust them with the information to being with.

Things had never looked better for him. Well until the next day when Valerie punched him for keeping that a secret from her. She demanded he put his mutt into obedience classes.

#Danny Phantom #dannymay2023 #day30 #post reveal #good parents jack and maddie #i cant write fight scen #i dont know why i tried

[wromwood]

All right. All done with reading The Princess Bride. Here are my final thoughts.

Movie’s better.

I’m still glad I stuck with the book and kept reading, even with the rough start I had for the first 50 pages. William Goldman--the real one, that is--is a good writer. He brought these memorable characters into existence, and wrote so many quotable lines that, word for word, were officially immortalized in the movie version. And while the writing style itself isn’t precisely my favorite, that’s mostly nitpicking. It’s still a good book, and I appreciated some of the extra stuff that it let me see, especially regarding Inigo and Fezzik. I was excited to see Inigo and Fezzik actually survive the five levels of the Zoo of Death. I liked seeing their backstories. Their reunion before the wedding was so sweet and made me smile. And I liked seeing more of Miracle Max and his relationship with his wife Valerie! There’s a lot in the book worth appreciating.

... but there’s also a lot in the book you wouldn’t miss.

Like I said before, I find it funny that the book is what advertises itself as the “good parts” version of this story. If that’s true, then the movie version is the “good parts” version of the book. Nearly every scene I read in the book that I recognized from the movie was longer in some way, and benefited from being trimmed in the adaptation. The movie’s dialogue is snappier, its pacing more exciting. When the book draws things out, it doesn’t always work. Sometimes, perhaps, but certainly not always.

And that’s not even mentioning the parts that I’m glad were cut entirely. I wasn’t interested in Buttercup’s bickering parents. The Countess was just a presence in the beginning that was never utilized again, and for that I’m glad. I’m SO glad Westley never hits Buttercup in the movie, nor tells her she’s now the property of the Dread Pirate Roberts and that she should do as she’s told. And, of course, there’s the adult life of William Goldman (the fictional one).

I don’t like the fictional Goldman. I don’t need to like all the fictional characters I read (hell, one of my favorite books has a protagonist you’re not SUPPOSED to like, who you’re SUPPOSED to not want to see succeed, and yet I was still so invested in him that I cried as everything fell apart for him near the end), but fictional Goldman just rubbed me the wrong way. I stopped trusting him as a narrative framing device, as the ruler of Morgenstern’s words.

Sure, I believed him when he said he abridged the original story the way he did. Sure, I believe he’s doing this out of love for the book. But I didn’t believe his REASONS for doing it. I didn’t believe his mantra about how life isn’t fair. When he brought it up at the very end, I rolled my eyes and thought, “How the hell did we grow up with the same story?” How can you be raised on a romantic idea of The Princess Bride, where all the characters, despite all the odds, find each other and achieve their goals, where Wesley and Buttercup get together at the end, and still turn out like this?

You, fictional Goldman, are no loving grandpa (or, in your case, father) telling this story to someone who needs it most.

I want to make it clear- I’m not trying to insult the real William Goldman or his writing abilities. In fact, since he adapted the book for the movie, I like to think that the movie is him refining his original work. After all, if the author himself was able to shave down the bumpy bits, take out bits that are really extraneous, improve things tenfold, and leave in everything that worked, all while keeping most of the dialogue and plotpoints totally intact? That’s proof that he learned how to make this story the best possible version of itself.

All in all, I’m glad I read this book, but I won’t be returning to it again. It’s a good story, but not the one I love. Fortunately, that perfect version has already proved that it will stand the test of time.

Life may not be fair, but it does have miracles. One of those miracles is the movie version of The Princess Bride.

#the princess bride #books #this is me

[hitchell-mope]

The verdict

As always. Be prepared for unpopular opinions

A solid 8/10. It loses two points for an atrocious lack of Pugsley. And yes. I know it’s the Wednesday show. But Pugsley’s my favourite. So I’m biased

Mormez do have impeccable chemistry. But it’s framed through a different lens because it’s about Wednesday and not the family as a whole. So you don’t see it as much

Both Tyler and Xavier are solid love interests for Wednesday. Xavier is already acquainted with the Addams’s so he’s got that advantage. But Tyler is, well, a bit more her speed. (Read: a little twisted). So it’s a very close race so to speak.

I’ve seen more people bitch about Enid’s mother than Bianca’s mother. You know. The one trying to blackmail her daughter back into a cult.

I still say that conversion therapy’s the wrong terminology both in universe and out. Enid’s problem wasn’t religious based homophobia against her sexuality. It was belated puberty pure and simple. Also probably the cat obsession. In any case. I may not know the correct term for it but exactly. But conversion therapy is definitely the completely wrong terminology for it.

I don’t get the Wednesday and Enid pairing. Enid gives me too many Pugsley vibes for it to happen.

Gomez and Morticia are the parents Bianca needs and deserves. And I won’t hear any arguments to the contrary.

I hated weems. Granted 90% of my disdain for her is due to Randall Weems from recess. But my point still stands

Valerie was….interesting. But she crossed a line by trying to get Wednesday committed. So I didn’t shed a tear when she got mauled.

I need Pugsley to meet Xavier, Enid and Eugene. Especially Xavier and Eugene. They’d get on like a house on fire

Tyler. Was. Groomed. Just because he’s a Caucasian heterosexual male who supposedly “gets in the way” of your non canon lgbt pairing doesn’t give you carte blanche to throw away his very real trauma. In addition. I’m of half a mind that the whole enjoying it thing is just a fear adaptation to prevent him getting punished by the predatory psychopath colloquially known as Laurel

I like Enid x Ajax. They compliment each other well. And it also lends credence to my theory that Enid’s wolf problem was a puberty issue

I HATED the fact they gave Gomez and Morticia their own personal Snape’s. It’s the other 10% of why I hated weems. Because it definitely coloured her interactions with Wednesday.

I fucking despise Donovan. It was his shitty parenting that led to Laurel getting her claws on Tyler in the first place.

Fester was perfectly insane as always. The electrokinesis was just an added bonus

Thing’s almost death and Tyler’s backstory were the two most emotionally devastating parts of the show

I’m so freaking thankful it didn’t go down the riverdull or caos route.

Rowan was interesting. Nice subversion of the hunted bully victim Wednesday usually defends.

I definitely wanna know more about Vincent Thorpe

I don’t know who Wednesday’s stalker is. But I’m leaning towards Laurel. After all. We didn’t see her corpse did we? And if Tyler can come back, why can’t they bitch come back so he can kill her and free himself from her influence?

All in all a good show that, while not perfect, has definitely piqued my interest for a season two. I just hope they don’t end up screwing it all up.

#the addams family #wednsday addams #pugsley addams #morticia addams #gomez addams #lurch addams #thing addams #fester addams #tyler galpin #xavier thorpe #ajax petropolus #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #eugene ottinger #donovan galpin #valerie kinbott #larissa weems #marilyn thornhill #rowan laslow

[countrymusiclover]

35 - The Save Raelyn Squad

Part 36

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Klaus’s pov

Walking quickly through the school hallways with my boots hitting the wooden floor I fling opened the double doors to the large office room that the others were set up in. Raelyn was currently spelled asleep in the Saltzman twins bedroom. “Alright I’ve called you all here for a reason and there seems to be nothing being done.”

“Something like this takes time, Klaus. We don’t even know what is wrong with her.” Freya lifted her head up from the book she was reading.

Rolling my eyes I hit a fist on the table. “She’s clearly been possessed by someone or something. She would never use her powers against our kids or the other students here.”

“Yes but we have to know what is inside of her before we go charging in.” Valerie responded to the hybrid.

Davina tucked hair behind her ear. “Kol mentioned what you did to the Hollow. Sending it to the prison word but that it escaped is that right?”

“Yes until Kai Parker escaped and apparently released it himself.” I snapped at the harvest witch.

She gave me a weak expression looking at Valerie and my sister. I knew that they wanted to help but I felt this was taking too long. Three powerful witches and none seemed to know what to do next. The office doors opened again revealing my oldest daughter. “She seems to be fine for now. But the sleep spell won’t hold her for much longer.”

“Thank you, Hope.” Freya said.

Turning my head I didn’t see the others with her. “Where’s your siblings?”

“Missy is watching Henrik, Rapunzel and Charming. Josie is helping Ric calm down the kids. Lizzie is somewhere around here. Oh and Jackson is helping Alina while she’s puking in the toilet.” Hope listed off her fingers.

Davina offered sweetly. “I can give her some urns for the sickness.”

“She said the tea I gave her helped the most.” Freya adds.

Hope shake her head. “Honestly I think she’s about to just have the baby at how big her belly has gotten.”

“I can check on her and see if she’s ready. We should probably take her to the hospital and compel the doctors to not ask questions if something goes wrong because of her magic.” Valerie touched on.

Slamming my hands down on the table again the four witches nearly jumped out of their skins. “Can we bloody focus on why I called you all here. I am concerned about when my daughter will give birth. But right now my wife has a demon inside of her that needs to be gotten rid of!”

“Klaus, don’t you think we are looking for solutions here.” Freya sighed heavily.

“Well it doesn’t seem like you’re doing anything!” I growled, showing my golden werewolf eyes.

Valerie moved around the desk standing in front with arms crossed over her chest. “I have a plan in mind but it is very risky if not done properly.”

“How risky is this plan?” Hope questioned with a raised brow.

Valerie clasped her hands together with her hair falling over her shoulders. “It would involve a lot of magic. What I was thinking is that we just siphon whatever is inside Raelyn again. But this time we create a stronger prison world with the amount of magic we get with multiple witches on the task.”

“Like creating our own coven?” Davina raises a brow. “Are we sure that is a good idea?”

Hope stepped towards the group of ladies. “It actually might be better for all of us. Alina is pregnant and gets tired easily. Missy may be a heretic but she doesn’t know how strong she is when she consumes a high amount of magic.”

“See now, was that so hard?” I snapped at them.

Freya slumped her shoulders. “If you want us to help, I suggest you use a more pleasant tone. Hope, can you go gather the others. We will need the Saltzman’s help too on this spell.”

“I’ll go find the Ascendent from Alaric’s office.” Valerie vamped out of the room with Davina walking out of the room too.

She left the room with a head nod and no word needed to be spoken between her and the group. Bending my head down I sucked in a breath running my fingers through my hair. “This has to work. You have to make it work, Freya.”

“Worrying won’t help any here, brother.” She picked up the book she was reading, hugging it to her chest. “You know that she would tell you not to worry about her. She’s stronger than anyone thought she would be in everything from what I have seen.”

“That she is…she’s the strongest person I’ve ever known even if she didn’t always see it in herself.” Sniffing through some tears I chuckled through a croaking in my throat thinking back on my wife when she was just a simple siphon witch but proved to be so much more.

It was a late and stormy night in Mystic Falls when I got out of the car and Raelyn got out on the other side. She walked closer to my side reaching down for my hand, slightly nervous. “Are you sure that we should be out tonight. I mean Bonnie has all that witch magic inside of her.”

“The save Elena gang also is holding my coffins. I refuse to let them win. As for you, you've been locked up in my house by your own doing. You need some interaction in your life.” I explained to her looping my larger hand through her small one.

Holding open the door for her she walked forward and through the doorway of the Grill. She sat down on a barstool and I sat down beside her when the high school quarterback came over. “What can I get you two?”

“I’ll have a mango margarita.” She replied.

“I’ll have the same.” I told the human before he walked off to make the drinks.

The door to the bar and grill flung opened and we both turned our attention to see Damon Salvatore strolling in. He sits down right next to Raelyn even though the entire bar was empty and he could have sat anywhere else. “This should be interesting. Hey siphon witch, I would have thought you went places without the hybrid breathing down your neck.”

“Despite your opinion of me, Raelyn rather enjoys my company.” I sniped back to him.

His icy blue eyes met mine. “Hmmm. I don’t see it.”

“Here’s your drinks. Damon what do you want?” Matt came over sliding our glasses in front of us.

“The usual quarterback.” He replied with a smirk meaning it was Bourbon.

Raelyn takes a long sip of her drink while I just sipped slowly on mine watching the raven haired vampire. “Why are you out tonight, Damon?” Raelyn attempted to do a friendly, normal conversation.

“Just came to enjoy some Bourbon at the only bar in town. What about you, siphon witch. Is there where you help the hybrid plot his evil plans?” Damon leaned closer to her.

She sat her drink down answering him. “He isn’t evil to me. He just wants back what you and the others took.”

“And I will give them back once he agrees to leave Elena and the rest of the town alone.” The vampire said.

I raised my glass back up taking a long drink and finishing it quickly. Getting to my feet I touched her shoulder signaling that we should go. “Raelyn, we should leave. They've opened the place to the riftafe.”

“Come on, Klaus. He's not doing anything but talking.” She looked at me giving me some puppy dog eyes. “You said I needed to get out of your house more.”

“Fine.” I sighed sitting back down and just watching the pair talk for a few minutes.

Raelyn shifts on her barstool sitting her drink glass down in front of her. “So what will it take to get his family back, Salvatore. More Bourbon, a kiss or maybe just a little magic migraine to the head?”

“Bonnie’s been looking into you. But I haven't found much. What's your story?” Damon questions staring into her eyes intensely.

She leans back, lowering her gaze. “I'm nothing special. Just a girl abandoned by her coven…uh we should go.”

“There's more to her then she's letting on and I'm going to find out what.” Damon informed me when I paid the bill following the blonde streak of hair when she exited the bar.

“Raelyn!” I called her name seeing her standing out in the middle of the parking lot. Reaching her I removed my jacket putting it over her shoulders after seeing her shiver from the cold breeze. “Here that should help. Are you alright?’

She shakes her head avoiding my gaze and focusing on her shoes. “It’s not that, Klaus.”

“If he said something offensive I'll go back in there and teach him a lesson.” I raised my voice pointing back towards the door feeling my temper coming through.

She lifts her head up and my heart nearly breaks seeing tears falling down her face. “I need to go back to the mansion before I accidentally hurt somebody like I did Jacob. I'm not in good control of my powers.”

“Raelyn, you don’t have to hide away.” I trailed off.

She runs her fingers through her loose hair sniffing through tears. “But I do. I never got to feel part of a coven even if they are not great people. I….don’t feel confident with my magic especially after what I did to my own twin brother. I’m just broken…”

“Don’t think that for a moment, Raelyn Lane.” Cupping her face in my hands I stared intensely in her orbs. “You are not broken. You’re more stable than I am.”

Raelyn tried to push me away but I didn’t move back when she hit her fists against my chest. She needed to see me the way I saw her in just the very short time I have known her. “You’re just saying that, Klaus….at some point you’ll run from me.”

“I’d never run, Raelyn.” Pressing my forehead against hers she shut her eyes sucking in a breath. “I’d walk through the fire with you. I’d…I’d go through hell and back with you. Do you hear me, I won’t leave you, siphon queen.”

“Thank you, Klaus.” She whispered, laying her head against my chest. Her nails are digging into the fabric of my black jacket. Wrapping my arms around her waist I put my chin on top of her head just holding her for a few minutes.

Raelyn’s fingernails were clawing at my forearms and she was kicking and screaming against me now. Her hair going every direction during her attempt to get away from me. “Let go of me….get off me Niklaus!”

“Rae, stop fighting me. I’m trying to help you.” I grunted gripping her harder than I cared for but if she ran we couldn’t get the Hollow out of her like we had planned.

Vamping into the woods outside the school I throw her forward in front of me. She scrambles to her feet vamping forward only to cover her forehead with her hand when she smacks into an invisible barrier once again. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Klaus. You know I can just beat you. I’d expect better from you.”

“Oh I’m not alone, Rae.” Clasping my hands behind my back I take a few steps back.

“Phasmatos radium calaraa.” I heard Valerie whisper under her breath as all our witch friends and family appeared on equal sides of me standing in a circle around my wife.

Raelyn scoffed, blowing hair out of her mouth. “Ophh I’m really scared now. Whatcha gonna do, throw one spell at a time hoping you can bring me back?”

“We just want to help you. We know you don’t want to hurt any of us.” Davina said, stepping closer to the barrier.

Raelyn smirked vamping forward trying to attack her and the harvest witch jumped back slightly in fear. “You’re not as tough as you think, D. Now let me out before the voices in my head make me want to kill you all for your magic….cause she…him…them…they crave it more than anything I have ever felt.”

“The Hollow’s spirit is inside of her now. The only change we have of bringing the real Raelyn back is by removing it from her. Does everyone understand what we need to do?” Freya asked, looking between her other seven fellow witches who all gave a head nod in agreement.

Valerie walked forward drawing the Ascendant from inside her jacket pouring a vial of Bonnie’s blood inside it. “Klaus, you don’t have to join us in the spell. We may need someone to pull one of us out if something goes wrong.”

“I am not going anywhere!” I flashed my werewolf eyes and fangs at her and her ridiculous suggestion. “I promised Raelyn that I wouldn’t walk through fire with her and I intend to keep that promise.”

Hope holds out her hands for Missy and Alina. “Always and forever. A Mikaelson looks out for their family.” They each clasped a hand in Hope’s looking to the Saltzman twins.

Lizzie and Josie were standing on the other side of Alina. Missy was next to Davina then Freya. She was on the left side of Valerie and I was on the heretics' right. “Repeat after me everybody. Vintomas inta Grum, vin novus novasomin-“ Freya began chanting with some torches catching fire around the circle we had formed.

“Hold up a second Freya!” Everyone halted whipping their heads around seeing Jacob, Hayley and Andrea running up to us in a hurry. Her brother slumped his shoulders running a hand through his locks. “Don’t think you are saving my sister without my help.”

Hayley crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll stand watch. Be safe guys.”

“Okay let’s start again….Vintomas inta Grum, vin novus novasomin. Vintomas inta grum, vin callus novasomin….Vintomas inta Grum, vin novus novasomin. Vintomas inta grum, vin callus novasomin.” The wind picks up and I shut my eyes placing my hand in Valerie’s and holding onto Andrea’s hand once her and her father joined the circle.

My eyes fell shut and I collapsed onto the dirt ground with the others shortly following behind me. It was a few minutes before I woke up rubbing my eyes until my vision was clear in front of me. “Who the hell is there!”

“Long time no see, Klaus. How exactly are we seeing each other right now?” The figure becomes clearer in front of me. Familiar straight black raven hair and soft dark eyes met mine.

Slowly getting to my feet other figures came around her showing me her mother Eliza, Liv, Luke and then finally Joshua. I saw the rest of my family appear behind me. “Josette?” Whatever was battling Raelyn inside her own head was clearly going to make this more difficult than we anticipated.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[hydrangea-mon-amor]

How do you think the yanderes would react if Darling were to ignore them? (I know you said you aren’t sure if Aloysius will be a reoccurring character but PLEASEEEEE include him!!!)

A/N: your wish is my command.

Alceste

To be honest, Alceste would think you’re being too childish. He didn’t quite understand why you would chose to deliberately ignore him. He isn’t a fool, he knows exactly what your doing. In a way that would be subtle enough, Alceste would warn you about your actions without using verbal words. The squeeze of your arm, the raised tone of his voice, but perhaps even a veiled threat.

—

“Y/N, I’m asking you a question, I’d like for you to answer.” You stay quiet in your seat, shifting through your cards quietly. Alceste looks at you quizzically.

“This is beneath you.” He mutters, boring holes into you eyes. You continue your absence to dignify him with a response.

It is then that he stands to his feet, walking swiftly to your side.

With his hand, he sternly grips your chin, forcing you to look directly at him. The other hand caresses your forehead.

“You don’t seem sick…” he tilts your head to the side. “Your skin looks fine, I don’t see any abnormalities.” You are frozen with tight tension. “Perhaps you are just tired?” His hand squeezes your chin, not enough to physically harm you, but enough to add pressure.

You are forced to answer.

Begrudgingly, you nod.

“Alright then, I shall escort you to our chambers.”

Jaydee

Jaydee thinks your being unreasonably obnoxious. He finds it immature really, I mean come on, don’t you see all the effort he’s put into your relationship? He gives you affection like a disciple worshiping its god! He’s a man starved around you, he needs your attention, you’re making one hell of a mistake by ignoring him. On some days though, he’ll find the act intriguing, but don’t be fooled, he still doesn’t agree to this foolish behavior.

—

“Y/n, you’re being real fucking annoying.” He corners you against two lockers, the area in which you are in now void of any students.

You stare daggers into him, but you do not speak.

Jaydee rolls his eyes. “Okay, let’s approach this another way.” He steps closer to you, his nose on the cusp of touching the skin on your face. “Y/n,” he drawls, his voice husk and a layer of depth to it. “You know I love you—god I can’t fucking breathe without you.” He traces his fingers against the folds of your lips. “Stop with this ignoring me act and I’ll forgive you.”

You say nothing.

“Wanna be that stubborn now huh? Okay, fine.” He releases himself from you, pacing a few steps back. “When I come back looking for you, you may as well got on your knees and beg for my forgiveness. You won’t like what I’ll have to show you.”

Before you had even registered what he had said, Jaydee was already walking the corner.

Valery

Oh poor Valery, do yourself a favor and don’t anguish her like this, she’ll lose it! She loves you very much and can’t live a day without talking to you. She absolutely loves the sound and rhythm of your voice, if soothes her. She’ll cling and cry and blubber, it’s a scene for sore eyes really. Genuinely she looks as if she has lost someone close to her. With the way she’ll be weeping you won’t have the heart to continue ignoring her.

—

“Y-y/n did I d-do something w-wrong?” She stands at the front porch of your house, mascara dripping down her cheek. She looks desolate, a person lacking any color.

“I-I’m sorry! Please f-forgive me!” She takes a step toward you, hands reaching out for yours. She feels a part of herself breaking upon the notice of your frame receding.

“Y-y/n!” Her call is bemoaning, like a lost child searching for their mother. Don’t you see that she needs you? You’re her saving grace, she had nothing and no one before you. Why are you hurting her so?

“You’ve been I-ignoring me for days n-now, what did I d-do w-wrong?” She breaks out into another fit of sobs. Really you hadn’t imagined to see the Valery Magnolia, epitome of pristine and proper lady, cry so hideously in front of you.

Her knees buckle, and now she is clutching your midriff, she tilts her head to look at you. Truly the girl has no shame, she’ll do whatever it takes for you to talk to her again, even if it means publicly shaming her.

“I…I l-love you…”

Aloysius

Now, Aloysius would have the most fun with this. Sure he doesn’t like seeing his future spouse ignore him like this, especially since he is the Duke and close to the ruling family. But no worries, it doesn’t affect him so, physically that is. Emotionally, he feels conflicted, he’s read about couples showing affection to one another in a diligent manner. He doesn’t quite understand what your problem with him is, other than the fact that he is from the forest. No worries, he’s a man quick to remedy such problems, whilst adding some fun.

—

“Is this alright with you my darling?” He nibbles against the flesh of your neck, his fangs dangerously close to cutting skin. “I do wish you would verbalize your wants my sweet, it tries me to guess so rigorously.” He places a chaste kiss, then moves onto your collarbone. He grips both of your hands with his right, his left arms searching the crevices of your body.

“I wonder how much pressure it would be to penetrate your skin, would you like for me to find out? It won’t be a problem will it? You have been considerably compliant these last few days, letting me do whatever I want with you…”

He chuckles to himself.

“I wonder darling, did you know that some un married people dined in such unique acts durning fornication to pleasure the other person?” You say nothing, Aloysius keeps kissing down your body. “I know we may soon be married but I wanted to try…something with you. Would you like to hear?” He waits for a response, but he’s grown accustomed to you deigning to not answer.

He continues anyway.

“I’ve decided that I wanted to try a certain act with you, please, it may sound frivolous but just hear me out won’t you?” He clears his throat. “What if, I take you just like this, slow and sensual, pleasurable, but amongst a crowd a onlookers. Wouldn’t that be a testament to our love?”

Your throat lodges, your body stiffens.

Aloysius takes notice and like a mad man, smiles. Grin, ear to ear,

“Think about it my love, so many people watching and yet I—we still have lust for only each other. Those onlookers don’t even cross the mind. It’ll be a public display of our devotion to one another, a public marking of each other…” he whispers against your ear, sounding so and irreversibly fond of such an idea.

You feel the need to vomit.

A/N: I think it’s obvious which one I had the most fun writing…😭

#yandere #yandere blurbs #yandere scenarios #yandere male #yandere original character #yandere x you #obsessive #original character #reader x yandere #yandere female