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magicfootballstuff · 1 year

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Strictly Unprofessional - part 3 (alexia putellas x reader)

Summary: You’ve just landed your dream job as a photographer at FC Barcelona Femení. The only problem? You hooked up with the captain five years ago and haven’t seen her since.

Part 3/9

Read other parts here.

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five years ago

Ibiza is amazing.

You’re here for a week with two of your best friends, Camila and Sofía, all three of you celebrating your recent graduation from university. A week of sunshine and partying before you have to return to the real world to try to make it as a photographer.

Today you’re at a beach party. There are bodies as far as the eye can see, all wearing bikinis or swim shorts, and more people splashing about in the sea beyond the sand. A huge covered stage with a DJ deck, scantily clad dancers and massive speakers pumping out dance music is the centrepiece of the beach and there are bars set up all around for the partygoers to buy drinks.

“Tell us if anybody catches your eye,” Camila says, looking around at the crowd of people that surrounds you.

“I told you, I’m not looking for anyone.”

You’re newly single, a few weeks out of a messy three year relationship and your friends have decided that the timing is perfect for you to find a rebound hookup while you’re in Ibiza. Casual isn’t really your style and you’ve tried to protest, but your friends are being pretty insistent that the best way to welcome you back to the single life is with a literal bang.

As your friends debate what type of girl they’re looking to set you up with, you tune out their conversation and let yourself get distracted by two girls who stand nearby reapplying sun lotion. They share enough similarities that they must be sisters, though it’s the taller one who catches your eye. She’s well-built with broad shoulders and defined muscles, a natural tan that tells you she’s either always on vacation or spends a lot of time outdoors, and when she turns so that the other girl she’s with can lotion up her back, you see a few small tattoos decorating her skin.

She’s the hottest girl you’ve seen all week, the only one who’s made you reconsider if the plan to get you laid while you’re out here might be worth a shot, and now that you’ve seen her, it’s going to be very hard to settle for anybody else.

“Hey,” says Camila, nudging you to get your attention. “What’s distracted you?”

“Or who?” Sofía interjects.

“Nobody,” you answer, a little too quickly.

Of course you friends pick up on it immediately.

“Who is she?” they ask, scanning the crowded beach for any sign of who might have caught your eye.

“Nobody,” you insist.

You glance back over at the two girls, barely able to stop yourself from drooling as the sun shines off the freshly lotioned back of the taller girl, her muscles rippling beneath the skin as she moves.

And suddenly she’s turning, nudged by her sister who has noticed you looking at them and nods in your direction.

“Oh shit,” you say, bringing your sunglasses down to cover your eyes and turning away in the hope that it looks less like you were staring.

It’s too late because your friends seem to have worked out exactly who caught your eye.

“Oh, she’s hot!” Camila says. “And just your type.”

“She’s with someone though,” points out Sofía. “What if they’re together?”

“They look more like sisters to me,” Camila replies.

“Ah, the eternal lesbian question - sisters or girlfriends?”

“Will you two shut up and stop staring?” you interject. “I told you, I’m not interested in a summer fling.” You pause, then say, “And if I was, you’re not helping me by acting like this.”

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You focus on enjoying the beach party and try to forget about the hot girl but that proves to be difficult, because when you’re waiting at one of the bars an hour later, a tall figure walks up beside you and you realise it’s her.

You think it might be coincidental, until she smiles and says, “Hi.”

You smile back, not entirely sure if she’s actually starting a conversation or just being polite until she speaks again.

“I’m Alexia, by the way.”

A little taken aback, and wondering if she saw you staring earlier and remembers you, you introduce yourself.

“Who are you here with?” Alexia asks.

“Two of my friends. You?”

“My little sister,” Alexia tells you, answering the ‘sister or girlfriend’ dilemma from your earlier conversation with Camila and Sofía. “She’s the one who said I should talk to you. Said that if I didn’t, then she would.”

Your cheeks start to heat up, Alexia’s words pretty much confirming that she and her sister noticed you staring, though you’re also glad it doesn’t seem to be unwelcome.

“Wow, I’m flattered,” you tell Alexia, and in an attempt to flirt back, you add, “but you’re definitely more my type.”

Alexia’s lips curl upwards in a slow smile.

“That’s good to know.” She leans ever so slightly against your side, her arm brushing against yours as she gestures to the bar and asks, “So can I buy you a drink?”

You can barely believe she’s talking to you, let alone offering to buy you a drink, but you’d be stupid to say no.

“Sure.”

Alexia catches the bartender’s attention and orders two of something that sounds exotic, before she turns back to you as the drinks are being prepared.

“So what do you do when you’re not partying in Ibiza?” she asks, leaning sideways on the bar with one elbow so that she can look at you.

“I’m a photographer. Or at least, I’m trying to be one. I just graduated from university. When I get back from Ibiza I need to start finding a job.”

“What do you take pictures of?”

“Everything,” you answer with a shrug, never wishing more than now that you had a clearer idea about where your career is going so that you could have something interesting to talk about to maybe impress Alexia. “I can’t really afford to be picky while I’m still building a portfolio, but I love photographing events. There’s just something so special about blending into the background with your camera and capturing people just living their lives. It’s much more authentic than doing portraits or photoshoots.”

Alexia lifts her sunglasses and perches them on top of her head, revealing hazel eyes that sparkle with warmth as she smiles at you and says, “That’s a really nice sentiment.”

“What do you do?” you ask.

“Oh, I play football.”

You have a million questions, intrigued and surprised by her answer, but the nonchalant shrug she gives makes it seem like she doesn’t want to talk about it much. Instead, you try to imagine her playing football, utilising her strength and obvious athleticism, and your eyes subconsciously start to wander over her bikini-clad body again.

“That explains a lot,” you murmur, as the bartender sets two drinks down in front of you, served in hollowed out pineapples and garnished with small fruit and a bright pink straw.

Alexia must know where your mind has wandered to because she smirks, but leans closer and still asks, “What do you mean by that?”

Her proximity is dizzying, but you’re getting all the right signals to have the confidence to tease her right back.

“Stick around for another drink and maybe I’ll tell you.”

Alexia taps her pineapple against yours and lifts the straw to her lips as she grins and says, “Deal.”

———

present day

“Ibiza, right? When was it? Four - five years ago?”

“2018,” you answer. “I thought you’d forgotten.”

“You look different. Your hair is longer. And you’re wearing clothes.”

Your computer almost slides off your lap, saved only by the back of the seat in front of you, and you shut it quickly to save it from getting damaged. Something tells you that you’re going to need your full attention on this conversation anyway, especially if Alexia is going to drop comments like that.

“Shit, that came out wrong,” Alexia apologises, realising that her words have startled you. “I didn’t mean … you were wearing a bikini when we first met, that’s all.”

You smile at Alexia and say, “Nice save.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Alexia asks.

“Because I could tell you didn’t recognise me and I didn’t want to make things weird,” you answer with a shrug.

“That makes sense,” Alexia acknowledges. “You must think I’m such an asshole.”

You shake your head and smile in reassurance.

“No, I understand.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you sooner,” Alexia apologises. “Well, I did recognise you but when I was trying to figure out where I knew you from it didn’t cross my mind that we might have slept together.”

“It’s fine,” you say. You glance around the bus, slightly worried about having this conversation in a public place, but the celebratory songs coming from the girls at the back of the bus are doing a pretty good job of masking your conversation. “Look, I don’t do that kind of thing often…”

“And you think I do?” Alexia asks, raising her eyebrows at you.

“Well I don’t know, do I? We barely know each other. There’s no judgement from me if you do. But whether there’s been a hundred other girls or none at all… what I mean is that it would have been arrogant if I got mad because you didn’t remember something that happened five years ago. I get it. It was one night of fun when we were on vacation. We’re both adults, it doesn’t need to be a big deal.”

“It was fun,” Alexia murmurs, shooting you an amused smile. When you don’t respond, she straightens her face and says, “Sorry. Adults. Got it. But you don’t need to worry. We’re not the first people at this football club to have history, nor will we be the last.”

Though you’ve only been at Barcelona for a month and try to keep your head out of the private lives of the people you work with, especially the players, the dressing room gossip does occasionally filter into the staff offices too. You’re not sure of exact details, nor will you probably ever know everything, but you know there are players on the team who are currently dating or have dated each other in the past. It’s to be expected really - lots of attractive women, many of them gay, playing an emotionally charged sport every day. But while it’s normal for the players to have relationships with each other, you don’t know if there are any rules forbidding staff from getting involved with players, nor do you want to find out if there are any consequences, even if it happened years ago.

“Do any of the other girls know about us?” you ask.

“I only realised myself last night,” Alexia answer. “But no, and I won’t tell them. The past is the past.”

“Thanks.”

“It’s good to see you again though,” Alexia says, her hand finding your thigh and squeezing, before she withdraws it.

“Yeah, you too.”

#alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #strictly unprofessional

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theconstitutionisgayculture · 11 months

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So when in was in 4th grade, 9-10 years old, I had a friend named Mike. Mike was the same age as me, as all my friends were back then because that's just how school friends worked pre-internet, and he was the single biggest bullshit artist I've ever met, even into my adulthood. Like, this kid would blatantly lie right to your face and do it with zero shame and absolutely awe inspiring confidence. Years before anyone used the term "gaslight" Mike was six city blocks of gas lamps. He once told me a detailed account of how some girl that rode the bus with us was his secret step sister and every day when he got home from school she was waiting for him, naked, to be his maid/sex slave. This girl got off the bus after him. Looking back, I'm pretty sure he didn't even know what sex was. (and it's fucking weird that a 10 year old kid was making up sex slave stories to share with another 10 year old kid so I wonder to this day what the fuck was going on with that family, but that's not the point of this. Still wtf?) That's the kind of bullshit that would come out of his mouth on a daily basis.

So, one day me and Mike were playing Connect 4. Everyone knows Connect 4. At the time, I did not know Connect 4. Mike offered to teach me how to play. Mike was also, as you can probably imagine, the sorest loser imaginable. I can only assume he thought he would beat me handedly seeing as I'd never played the game before. But, as it just so happened to turn out, Connect 4 is pretty easy to play. You try to connect 4 of your colors. That's. You know, that's it. And I'm not bragging when I say I picked it up pretty quickly, despite being more interested in the part after the game is over where you slide the little bar at the bottom and all the pieces come crashing down. I still think that's the most fun part of the game, tbh. Anyway, Mike did not like that I was winning. So after a game or two, when I got Connect 4, he suddenly stopped the game. I'd come afoul of a rule I didn't know. Apparently, I couldn't make a move to connect 4 right then. He couldn't really explain why, but he said a lot of words and assured me that I'd just made an illegal move, all the while he was taking my piece out of the game. Just, sliding it up the row I'd dropped it in while spinning line after line of pure bullshit. And this moment is what comes to mind every single time someone trots out the "prejudice plus power" BS "definition" of racism. I'm reminded of a very weird, most probably very disturbed, 10 year old gaslighting shithead desperately trying to convince me I couldn't make a totally legal move just because making that move would mean he lost the game. That's what every person, kid or adult, layman or academic, politician or pundit, sounds like when they try to explain how racism is only racism sometimes. Usually right after they say something insanely racist.

Children change the rules when they can't win within them. That so many adults carry this behavior well into their adult years is a sad sign of how far the intellectual capacity of adults has failed. And that any institution actually listens to these ridiculous rule shifts and takes them seriously is a sad sign of how far western society has fallen. Where once we perfected the debate, we're now no different from a lying ten year old kid who can't handle losing a board game.

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 5 months

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E Rated Fics Masterlist (13)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 /

Created: November 15th, 2023

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Magnum Opus-DistrictZero (MythicallySnappy) (ao3) Summary: “Sometimes,” I say with a fortifying breath, “I wish you’d let me show you— what it feels like to be loved.”

Make Me-LemonLuvGirl (ao3) Summary: In which Katniss goes to her favorite bar to play pool and things go suddenly awry. I wrote this story in response to a request for a drabble featuring “Come over here and make me” + Everlark.

Making Up Lost Time-glintwarsgreatest (ao3) Summary: From the "Need" universe. Peeta shows Katniss the effect she has as they make up for lost time.

Masquerade-purple_cube (ao3) Summary: "I just want to see what it’s like to be completely anonymous, if only for a few hours."

Maybe This Summer-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen needed a vacation. On a whim, she reserved three months at Panem Resorts in North Carolina. She expected to spend her time recovering from the recent death of her sister, exploring the nearby nature reserve, and reminiscing about happier times. What she didn’t foresee was bumping into Peeta Mellark, one of Panem’s most valued employees, during his early morning run. Neither did she think she’d grow to admire him when she’d hated him from first sight, but his killer smile and gorgeous blue eyes had a way of breaking down the walls she’d built around her heart. Maybe this summer she’ll finally get what she’s always deserved.

Maybe Tomorrow-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: Written for the 2020 Everlark Fic Exchange to fill the prompt: one night stand everlark sleeping together the same night a terrible snowstorm hits the city and everything gets shut down with no way to get home. Perhaps a two night stand?

Mic Drop-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen doesn’t share the details of her life with many people—that is until forced onto stage at an open mic night by her friend. Recently divorced and still smarting, Peeta Mellark buys her a drink, and they commiserate and debate the fine art of a real mic drop.

Mine-teetorini (ao3) Summary: She’s used to this by now—strange guests in dark suits showing up at her grandfather’s house at all times of the day. Thugs, her nanny calls them one evening before bed. And they are, most of them, often wandering down the halls with a glint of ill intent in their eye. “You stay in your room when they’re here. Do you understand?” her nanny asks, tucking away the last of Katniss’s toys in the white chest near her dresser. “Yes, nan.” Except for that night, she doesn’t listen.

Misbehavior-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen is an accomplished, successful, well-liked science teacher in her West Virginia town. She has a particular way of doing things, and she's pretty sure people who don't follow suit are lacking in some way. Peeta Mellark, the young and newly-hired English teacher, sweeps into town with his charm and new-fangled teaching strategies and pushes every one of Katniss' buttons. They're both professionals, but how are they supposed to just stand by when the other is clearly wrong? A teachers!Everlark story in which hijinks ensue, rules are broken, and Finnick goads them both into misbehavior.

Moonrise-misshoneywell (ao3) Summary: Once a year, the twelfth colony of Panem makes sacrifices to the Clan of Claws. This time, the Lupine prince eagerly awaits their volunteer. In-Panem Fantasy AU.

#e #masterlist #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction #e masterlist

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sirfrogsworth · 1 year

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So, I'm out in the digital world, trying my best to defend drag queens, but every conservative fucker has a link ready to go for the drag queen Christmas show. And if I'm being honest, it definitely makes things harder.

The show was advertised as "all ages" but in the way that R rated movies are all ages. The idea being, if your parents think you are mature enough to handle the content, they can accompany you. The drag Christmas show was at 8pm, which is not exactly a time for children's entertainment. The advertisements even said it was not for young kids. And yet, some parents brought their 9 year olds.

I will agree, it wasn't a good look.

I don't think the 9 year olds are going to be traumatized by some dirty jokes or anything. The show wasn't even all that lewd. There was no nudity or live sex acts or whatever. Just some off color sexual jokes and I think some paper mache boobs? But I definitely think it was a bad idea to bring them to that show.

But that is on the parents. That was their poor decision making, not the drag performers.

That said, when you see a 9 year old at a show where drag queens are making dirty jokes, that's pretty much all the evidence these folks need to start making the lives of queer folks miserable. They're even trying to pass local laws that say you can't wear clothes meant for the opposite gender.

Maybe people can just say they are wearing a kilt or something.

It's just frustrating. Parents can be idiots. I'm sure some parents took their 9 year olds to an American Pie movie at some point. Didn't want to pay for a sitter. But no one blamed the people who made the movie.

And now people are conflating drag Christmas, which was an adult performance, with things like drag queen story hour, which is a wholesome event for children. Straight performers create adult entertainment. Straight performers create children's entertainment. We can pretty easily distinguish between the two. Robin Williams' stand up act was filthy. But he also made Jumanji and Aladdin.

This entire thing is a mess and I am just really worried that it is going to lead to some scary violent acts.

"For the children" is their ultimate call to arms.

The root of the problem is these conservatives all think any queer identity is inherently sexual. You tell a kid you're gay and they are like, "Little Billy is too young to hear about gay sex!" And then you're like, "What? Who said anything about sex?" Which, they are kinda telling on themselves there. Why are they so quick to think of sexual things when presented with gay or trans people? I bet their internet search history would be very telling.

In any case, the drag Christmas thing just derails any debate I've tried to have about this. They just scream "IT SAID ALL AGES!" and there is really nowhere to go from there.

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loquaciouscat · 1 year

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Tales of Miku - a short fanfiction about Serirei and Miku Day

On March 9...

Reigen enters the office, with a small snack in his hand. A bit later than usual, he stumbles into his chair without looking around, zoning out, already thinking about how he is supposed to make up for the waiting documents, two clients who are supposed to get in about 15 minutes later, him looking like a hot mess (he fell asleep on his couch yesterday watching a stupid soap drama and he was late) by the way he still needed his morning tea, hell, would the water boil in 15 minutes? He needed to-

His train of thought is disturbed by Serizawa's unfamiliarly cheerful sound.

-Reigen-san, good morning!

Reigen finally tears his eyes away from the nothingness he was staring at, squinting his eyes and looking up at Serizawa. His voice is way too high-pitched for the awful morning he started with. Also well, he looks, uh, different? His eyes are sparkling, wearing a proud bright smile. It is cute, to be honest, wait, you're not supposed to think about that coworker, god not again, we had this convo for the hundredth time now-

-How are you doing today?

Huh. Is that a.. cyan tie?

-Good morning to you too, Serizawa...

-I already made tea!

Oh. He doesn't need to worry about the tea at least. Although, he still needed to figure out what the hell was up with Serizawa.

He stares at Serizawa's hand unintentionally while he is handing the tea carefully. Wait wait, colorful bracelets now? He is wearing colorful bracelets? At work?

-Not quite chatty, are we?

Reigen shrugs, still debating with himself if Serizawa secretly got possessed or not by a teenage girl's spirit. "Not really. Had a not-so-great night. I keep getting reminded by my body after my 20s your body is not so kind back to you if you fall asleep in weird places. Anyways-"

Reigen stops mid-sentence, shuffling a bunch of papers and taking one, pushing it to Serizawa's chest quickly. "-please take a look at these. The next client is coming in -he glances at the clock- 7 minutes, so we don't have much time left. It sounded like a real spirit this time, so I took notes while talking on the phone."

-Oh! You don't have to worry about that, Reigen-san!

Reigen just stares at Serizawa with a dead-pan face.

-Respectfully Serizawa, I am pretty sure by judging the fact running this business for 4 years I know what I'm talking about. Please just read the papers.

-I canceled the appointments already!

Reigen's jaw drops this time, feeling his patience wearing thin. He takes a deep breath, no Reigen, you cannot start screaming out of frustration at 9.23 a.m., just reply to him kindly. There has to be some kind of emergency for Serizawa to do something like that without asking him first.

-Is everything okay Serizawa? What's the reason for that?

-We are celebrating!

Quick fact check. Is his birthday today? Nope, just celebrated it a few months ago. He does know there are still a few weeks before Serizawa's birthday, hmm, is it one of the kid's birthdays? Nope, not that either. Hell, he is not graduating either is he? Then what-

-Today is Miku day!

It takes a few seconds for Reigen to come back to his senses with the blow he has just received by the absurdity of where this conversation is leading to.

-There are many artists' stands opening up around the city, so I thought we can go together! Here!

Serizawa goes through his pockets, offering matching cyan-grey-pink bracelets Reigen has just seen Serizawa wearing a second ago.

-I even got one for you! I figured we can go matching!

Reigen could swear there was a hint of blush on Serizawa's face if he didn't think he was hallucinating.

-Miku as... the robot singer Miku?

Serizawa's face darkens with a single warning. As he speaks, his voice drops 3 octaves.

-She is not a robot.

Reigen takes away with the sudden change of mood, getting worried, and sweating as he speaks.

-O-of course she isn't! I didn't mean it that way! Um, she is...

Serizawa pierces Reigen's soul with his darkened gaze while he waits for Reigen's next words. Reigen gulps a bit too hard, hurting his throat.

-She is um... Vocaloid.. singer?

Serizawa's face brightens as if cherry blossoms are blooming all over the city, getting right back to his cheerful tone.

-Yes! As you know, I am proud to say I am one of her biggest fans, and also I don't need to mention how many events are happening everywhere! We are going to have so much fun together! There are lots of merch dropping just for the day alone, oh my, I don't need to mention...

Reigen zones out, cursing under his breath about how he didn't see this coming. Cyan tie, dark grey suit, grey shirt... It is Hatsune Miku's color palette. Of course, Serizawa was a big fan, judging by the amount of time he was stuck at his house as a hikikomori, it would be weird if he wasn't into anime and Vocaloid or something, he guesses.

-...We are going to have so much fun together! Right, Reigen-san?

Reigen snaps right back to reality, finding Serizawa with that soul-piercing stare again, but with an uncanny smile this time. It was threatening, he knew his expression was unintentional but it didn't make it less scary, like if he said no there would be another accident that blew up the whole city like Mob.

-Haha, yeah! I love Miku! Yay! Yippie! Let me grab my jacket and we can go!

While Reigen grabs his jacket and watches Serizawa buzzing with excitement, he thinks of a way to look up information about whatever the hell these virtual singers are about so he doesn't have to face with terrifying looks of Serizawa.

#mp100 #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #mob psycho 100 #serirei #loquacious cat draws #loquacious cat rambles #mp100 fanfic #hatsune miku #LMAOOO #catch me writing a whole ass fanfic ✋😮‍💨

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truessences · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I saw this from a mutual @teafiend and I'm gonna do it lol

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

9; they're mostly one shots. I think there are two that are multichapter. There are two that are part of a series of oneshots.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

I'm not sure if there's a formal way to check it but 26,602 (as of 11/3/23)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now Stranger Things. I have one Harry Potter one.

In the past, on FF.net there might be more, like from Final Fantasy VII and more Harry Potter but I don't post on there anymore so I'm not counting it lol.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Closer to You (Mileven oneshot) - 91 kudos

2. One More Light (4 or 5 chapter fic Mileven) - 58 kudos

3. Dirty Dancing (Dramione oneshot) - 55 kudos

4. It's a Mad World (One shot about Mike and Eddie's first meeting) - 49 kudos

5. Roll Away Your Stone (Mike & Max fix set in S3) - 40 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

I always try to, since I don't get a lot of interaction (which is fine, I know how this works lol) so when I do, the comments are super appreciated. I don't post for comments but they are always nice.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?.

Ummmm lol I don't think any of them end angstily lol but maybe not Happily Ever After. At least the ones that are finished lol. Maybe Dirty Dancing because of how it ends? I don't know lol. I'm still debating on if my Stranger Things-Titanic AU will end happy lol

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I feel like they're all pretty happy but not like Happily Ever After kind of thing.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, I don't feel like I would be good at it lol. Maybe one day and maybe in the Stranger Things-Titanic AU will be my first. I've written it before kind of... but not in a fanfiction... hard to explain lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No but I did have an idea years ago of a Peter Pan/Hermione Granger fic but no idea where I wanted to go with it so lol.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Stealing people's fan work is low hanging fruit so get a life.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No... but I have written with people before for other "fan" stuff.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

That's hard lol I don't think I have an ALL TIME fave but I'll name a few and not in any particular order. And because I like these, doesn't mean I've written a fic for them or read a fic of them (most likely I have though). I actually did a post a while back on some fave anime ships, I'll link that. Fave Anime Ships.

Bamon (Bonnie Bennett & Damon Salvatore)

NejiTen (Neji Hyuga & Tenten)

Cloti (Cloud Strife & Tifa Lockhart)

Hacy (Harry Greenwood & Macy Vaughn)

Kanthony (Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton)

Cole Cassidy & Sombra (this one is new but I really like it lol)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Nothing, I plan to finish everything.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm not sure lol, I feel like I capture character voices well. I tend to write in third person and I can still get across how my characters are feeling and thinking. I also write original novels and have been for over 10 years so I hope my strengths have strengthened over the years.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Tenses really kick my ass and I overthink it. I feel like some people have really beautiful and lyrical ways of writing and I definitely can't do that lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Haven't and won't.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

Um.... I'm not sure if I have a favorite lol. Maybe One More Light only because I actually teared up a little when writing one of the chapters because I just let my fingers go and it flowed. Whether or not it's good, well lol but I do think that one is emotional.

But that's it!

#stranger things #fanfictions #mileven #bamon #nejiten #writing #creative writing #authors #truanswers #harry potter fanfiction #hermione granger #dramione #overwatch 2 #sombra #Cole Cassidy #mcsombra

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theworldvsyoshiko · 4 months

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Robot's Ocean has already gone on for about $80k wealth higher than any of the previous colonies and my save file seems precariously close to being bricked, so I've been thinking about wrapping the colony up and moving on.

As a sanguophage mechanitor with psylink level 6, every (non-mechanitor) implant she can possibly get that doesn't come with significant drawbacks, 9+ in every skill, and now a spouse, I think Yoshiko's development has kinda plateaued. Making her dramatically stronger (by, say, making all the sanguophage stuff into endogenes and then stacking a new xenotype on top of that) would take a ridiculous amount of time. Otherwise, the only real ways for her to get stronger are luciferium or by upgrading some of her bionics to archotech, and once you're at the 'every body part is bionic' stage already, those are pretty marginal upgrades. Skill-wise, all but two skills are into the range where they decay, and since she uses almost every skill on a daily basis, the levels are just going to keep fluctuating up and down as her focus shifts. Also, she's like... 35 now. It'd be weird if she ended up older than I am. So this doesn't feel like a bad spot to let her retire from active duty and enjoy the rest of her immortal life in peace.

Which leaves me debating where to take things in the future. Somehow I'm not bored of this yet, and the blog's follower count has doubled over the past week or so, so apparently somebody still wants to read this. Various options include:

The strongest contender in my head is roughly repeating the original start, but without the mechanitor part. Starting off with a lone child who doesn't have robots to fall back on. (Obviously this would be a different girl named Yoshiko.) This would probably involve making a custom scenario to give her appropriate gear and starting tech, because useless child Naked Brutality might be a bit much. Not sure if I'd go for the orphanage thing again, or try a different goal. It'd need some limitations, or else the kid can just recruit some adult help in the first month, which kinda defeats the purpose. I'd also probably have to disable the exostrider corpse in the scenario, or she could just rush becoming a mechanitor anyway.

As above, but start as a non-baseline xenotype to shake things up a bit. Incompetent 13 year old sanguophage could be an interesting way to help the kid survive while introducing its own problems to work around. Otherwise, maybe yttakin, impid, or waster? Yttakin and impid both have powers that would make combat a less dicey proposition early on. Waster could live in wastelands, which comes with its own benefits and challenges.

Or start with a new 13 year old mechanitor, but try the solo mechanitor thing, never allowing anybody else to join the colony. This would remain an interesting challenge for longer, but it also might be a little boring to talk about since there wouldn't be any character interactions.

The way opposite option would be something like using VFE - Tribals to start out with a pre-neolithic group and try to progress from 'what the fuck is ""fire""???' up to building a spaceship or something. Which would very likely be a generational kind of deal, because historically that takes a while.

Just start a new colony with Yoshiko and Cindy and keep going. The orphanage thing has been pretty fun to play tbh, and while Robot's Ocean is pretty secure now, as the Hospital Rockets Incident demonstrated, just because she's super-competent doesn't mean that bad stuff can't happen. On the other hand, starting with two competent adults, I think things would snowball a lot faster. This would probably involve using Character Editor or something to ditch the current save and start a new one, presumably with a mod or two disabled. Although unfortunately, one of the prime candidates for the mod that's breaking things is the one that allows for humanoid mechs.

Or have Yoshiko pass off the torch, giving a mechlink to one of her kids upon 13 and sending them off into the wilderness to continue the cycle??

#the world vs. yoshiko

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 1 year

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The Drawdown

Wipeout - Chapter 9

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Okay so I decided to cut this chapter in half so I could get it out a little faster and keep it from getting really long. Next chapter should hopefully also be coming shortly

Warnings: Fighting, angst

Summary: You have a terrible time at the beach

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You twisted the small beads of your necklace while you read over the email on your phone. You’d been studying it religiously since it arrived, every word was now deeply ingrained in your memory. You wanted to say yes so badly, you’d even begun searching for apartments. It was such an amazing opportunity, if things were any different you would have said yes in a heartbeat. There was just one thing holding you back.

Tom Holland. Your sweet, funny, flirty little surfer boy. You just couldn’t imagine life without him. One week apart had left you totally miserable, how would you handle multiple months? An entire year? It seemed impossible.

If you could go back in time you would have listened to Grace and backed off way sooner. You thought you could fight your own feelings, and for a long time you had, but it became overwhelming. You weren’t sure exactly when things changed, but when he’d handed you that necklace you became totally overwhelmed with a warm fuzzy feeling. Everything had crashed over you and all at once you realized that the way you wanted Tom had moved far beyond friendship or lust. You didn’t know how to handle the sudden rush of emotions so you jumped to sex so you could feel as close to him as possible.

You debated talking to him about it, but you already knew your feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated, and you didn’t want them to ruin a friendship that you valued so deeply. Leaving was a perfect out though, the distance would make it easier to move on. Plus you’d be totally focused on your career and future, there’d be no time for you to worry about dating. You two could call and text, even FaceTime on occasion, but by the time you came back you’d be totally over him. You’d probably laugh about it together later in life.

“Boo,” a set of hands grabbed your shoulders. You were brought out of your trance so suddenly you jumped and let out a startled cry. Adrien laughed as he walked around to face you, “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t think I’d actually scare you.”

“That’s okay, I totally zoned out,” you set your phone in your lap and flashed him a smile, “Getting tired?”

You’d gone out to the beach with Grace, Harrison, and Adrien. Adrien and Grace had both tried to get you to come into the water already but you’d told them you weren’t feeling well. Really you were just waiting for Tom to get off work. He was set to come join you once he got off, you were hoping you could tell him you were planning on moving once you were out on the water. It was easier to have that sort of talk on the water.

“Nah, I’ve just got to leave in a few minutes, I’m meeting some friends for dinner,” he explained, “I don’t suppose you’re feeling any better yet?”

You shook your head, “No, not really.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry, I wish you could be out there with us,” he leaned back on his hands while he spoke, “I’m kind of glad we have a minute alone though, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”

You knit your brows, “You can always text me.”

“I know, I just think it’s better to do this stuff in person,” his cheeks took a bit of color as he continued, “I’m not the smoothest person in the world so forgive me if I stumble a bit. I want to start by saying I think you’re really pretty and really cool…”

Oh no, you could already tell where he was going.

“And I had a lot of fun hanging out and helping you with your internship stuff. So I was just wondering if you’d want to go on a date sometime?”

You were frozen in time, your mind rushing between a million thoughts. Adrien was cute, sure, but you’d never thought about him that way, and you had no clue he’d been thinking about you that way.

“Sorry, I’m just a little surprised,” you justified your silence and cleared your throat, “I didn’t realize you were into me that way…” you trailed off as you considered your options.

Adrien was cute, and a good match for you on paper. He was the opposite of Tom in many ways, more quiet and shy. He was sweet and smart and your careers fit nicely together. Plus a date would help you move on. If you could move on then you wouldn’t have to move away from him. You could stay in the sweet little town that you loved, with the sweet boy that you loved. Everything would be perfect, you and Tom could just be best friends and Adrien would be your boyfriend. A boyfriend gave you another reason to deny leaving too, to stay here and stay near him.

“Um, yeah, I think we should do that,” you nodded as you finally answered him, “Just something super casual though, you know what I mean?”

He nodded quickly, “Yeah, of course, we could just grab dinner or something, nothing crazy.”

This was good. Tom and Adrien were friends, all three of you could hang out together. Plus Tom and your other friends would definitely approve of Adrien, and that was important to you. Nothing had to change at all.

“Cool, did you have somewhere in mind?” you turned your attention to your hands, dipping your fingers into the warm sand nervously.

“Have you been to the Thai place that just opened? They have a cute little outside area right on the beach.”

“No, I haven’t, that sounds good though,” you agreed, “When did you want to go? I’m off on Friday.”

“Friday is perfect, around 6 if that works?”

You nodded again, “6 is good for me too. I can pick you up if you want?”

“That’s perfect, I can’t wait,” he flashed a big warm smile and leaned forward again, “I’ve got to get going, but I’m really excited.”

Your smile was smaller but you tried not to seem unsure, “Me too. Have fun at dinner.”

“I will,” he bounced to his feet quickly and waved to you, “I’ll see you Friday.”

“You too,” you waved as he left.

As he disappeared down the beach you drew your legs up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. You set your head on your knees with a sigh and turned your eyes to Grace and Harrison. You watch Harrison cut into Grace’s wave and start teasing her while she yelled at him. They were having so much fun, it was annoying to be caught up in your own feelings instead of out there having fun with them.

You had no idea how long you’d been sitting there just watching when you heard footsteps behind you. You turned to find Tom, who must have just walked down the beach from work. He flashed you a smile, and then a pout when he noticed the look on your face.

“What’s wrong? Did you get hurt or something?” he hummed.

“No, I’m fine,” you stretched your legs out as he tossed his shirt and shoes off, “How was work?”

“Good, slow,” he glanced out at your friends, “You’re not gonna make me paddle out there alone are you?” he grabbed the pink board you liked and pushed it out towards you.

“No, I’ll go, just, um,” you took a deep breath, “Could you sit for a minute? I need to talk to you.”

His lips tugged to a small frown but he nodded and stuck the board back in the sand, “Of course, what’s on your mind?” he fell down into the sand beside you.

“Adrien asked me out,” you blurted it out because you didn’t know how to tell him.

You’d hoped he’d be excited, tell you right away that he hoped you said yes and he thought you’d be a great couple. It would be so much easier if he was excited.

His lips tugged upwards to a playful smirk, “Well I hope you let him down gentle Flower.”

Your cheeks tinted pink. He’d expected you to say no.

“Well actually I said yes,” you mumbled it out, like you’d done something wrong. Somehow it felt shameful, like something you needed to hide.

“Oh,” his little smirk dropped and he crossed his legs, “I didn’t realize you were into him.”

“I don’t really know if I am yet, that’s kind of the point of the date,” you tried to joke but Tom’s face contorted to a frown and his voice held an edge you weren’t used to hearing, “I don’t think you should be leading him on like that. If you’re not interested just tell him, all this is going to do is cause drama.”

“Why would it cause drama?” you frowned back at him, “It’s super casual, and he knows that. It’s just to see if there’s a spark or anything.”

“How could it not cause drama? He knows you and I have been hooking up, you think he’s just going to be cool with that?” he snapped at you.

You were taken back, you’d expected Tom to be shocked at most, not angry. He seemed totally pissed though, you hadn’t seen him that angry since the incident with Riley.

“He’s going to have to be cool with it Tom. If things got serious or anything I’d make it very clear with him that you and I are always going to be friends. Plus I doubt he would have asked me out if he wasn’t okay with it,” you pointed out, “I am perfectly capable of drawing those boundaries with any future partner I might have. You don’t need to worry about someone pushing you out of my life or getting jealous or something, I wouldn’t let that happen.”

You were being honest, you’d never let anyone push Tom out of your life, he meant too much. It was easy to promise that too when you couldn’t imagine being with anyone but him. Eventually you’d have to get over that, you’d have to move on, but he’d still always be an important part of your life.

“It’s not about that (y/n) I-” he cut himself off with a heavy sigh, shaking his head before he continued, “He’s not right for you.”

You knit your brows, “What do you mean? I thought you liked Adrien.”

“I do like Adrien,” he sighed again, “Adrien is a good guy, but you two barely know each other.”

“Again, that’s the point of the date.”

“Okay well I do know both of you, and I know you aren’t a good match.”

“What do you mean?” you asked again, you were starting to get annoyed now, “He’s sweet, and you know on paper we-”

“On paper doesn’t mean anything (y/n),” he sounded harsh and scolding, boardline parental, “You can make anyone seem good for anyone on paper.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child Tom, I’m capable of deciding who I do and don’t want to go out with,” you snapped back at him.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do,” he groaned and ran his hands through his hair, “Look if you want my opinion I think it’s a bad idea. I won’t lie to make you feel better.”

“I don’t want you to lie Tom, I appreciate that you’re being honest here,” you dipped your fingers into the warm sand and grabbed a fistful of it, “I just thought we should talk about it because, you know…” you trailed off, letting the sand stream out between your fingers while you searched for the right words, “We’ve got out thing and our terms were-”

“Oh for fucks sake (y/n) don’t talk about it like it’s some sort of contract,” he snapped bitterly at you. Your eyes widened in shock and you fell silent. He was so venomous and angry, you’d never heard him speak like that. He glanced over at you and took a deep breath before he spoke again, “Sorry, I’m sorry, that came out really mean. I just don’t think this is a good idea okay? I mean he’s my roommate, he knows about our whole deal. It’s gonna get weird and he’ll inevitably end up jealous.”

“It’s just a super casual thing right now, if things got more serious I’d make it clear with him that he’d have to be okay with us staying friends.”

“If it’s just a super casual thing then why are we even talking about it? I mean what we talked about was doing our thing until you found someone you actually want to be with. So I don’t see why this matters unless you actually want to be with him.”

“Well I just don’t know that right now, I might want to be with him or something in the future. I wanted to talk to you about it because I don’t want things to get weird,” you pursed your lips. Really you wanted to bring up cooling things off between you two, you just thought this was a good way to bring that up without admitting your feelings, “Why are you getting mad at me? I’m just trying to communicate.”

“I’m not getting mad at you,” he clarified, “I’m not mad. I just think this is a bad idea, and I don’t think you two are a good match. I don’t get why you want to have this conversation either. If you don’t want to be with him, why do we need to talk about this? Obviously you’re not looking for my opinion.”

“Because I think it’s probably best for us to cool things off while I’m figuring this shit out,” you bit back at him. His mood was starting to sour yours too, “I’m trying to have this conversation with you so things don’t get weird or tense. I am not asking for your permission or approval. If you have an actual reason for thinking it’s a bad idea then I’d love to hear it, but if your reasoning is just that you don’t think we’re a good match, then I can decide that for myself. Obviously I’m going to talk to you about this because what else am I going to do? Just not tell you?”

His whole face flushed, “No I-” he paused, “I-If that’s what you think is best then obviously…” he fell silent, you waited for him to speak again, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to come off controlling or something because that’s not it at all. Obviously if you don’t want to stop sleeping together for any reason that’s your call, I’m not gonna question you on that. I just think that you going out with my roommate is a bad idea. I think it’ll make things weird no matter how hard we try to avoid it.”

“If it feels weird then I won’t go out with him again, but I’m trying to talk this out now so we’re on the same page. I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Yeah, me either,” he nodded, “I’m sorry for being pissy. I guess you’ll just go on the date or whatever and see how you feel or something…”

“Yeah…” your eyes left him in favor of the beach, “I’m sorry too, I wasn’t trying to start a fight.”

“I know.”

Silence fell between you two, neither of you knew what else to say. You were hoping for a much more positive talk.

“We could hit the water if you want,” you suggested in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I was sort of waiting for you to head out there.”

“Actually I think I’m gonna head home,” Tom rubbed the back of his neck, “I, uh, I don’t really feel like surfing right now. Work was really long, I’d like to just get to bed.”

“Right totally,” you nodded and watched him stand up.

He pulled his shirt back on and gave you an awkward wave as he left. You sighed and pulled your legs back up to your chest. Your head felt heavy on your knees and your eyes started burning. You tried to convince yourself it was just the salty air but you knew better.

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Twenty Questions: Fanfic author edition

thank you to both @goldenslumberowo and @thesweetnessofspring for tagging me! sorry it's taken me so long to get to this

How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 10 works

2) What's your ao3 wordcount?

85,510 - which is an absurd amount given how irregularly I post

3) What fandoms do you write for?

The Hunger Games. I have thought about branching out but nothing has really inspired me quite like The Hunger Games has :)

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Brightest Timeline - Canon divergent Silence me, Trust me, Love me - Post canon The Elephant in the Room - Post canon The unlikely Coming-of-Age of Katniss Everdeen - Canon divergent Isn't it Strange - Post canon

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my very best to respond to all the lovely comments readers leave. I appreciate them a whole lot and find them very encouraging, I also just like to hear what readers are thinking, especially for multi-chapter works. Although, I admit, sometimes it takes me a while to respond, and there are occasions where I just straight up forget for a couple years.

6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It'd probably have to be Underground; I kind of killed off Peeta 👀. It's a brief canon-divergent one-shot during Mockingjay that more or less focuses on Katniss and her grief and anger. In retrospect, it's kind of like the evil twin of "The Brightest Timeline" in which Peeta is rescued from the Capitol unhijacked.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ohhh, Full Circle no debate. It's the happiest fic I've written, full stop. It's post-canon. Prim is alive, and Peeta and Katniss find each other again. All quite sweet and fluffy.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Not to my knowledge. People have been critical of some of my earlier works, sort of disagreeing with my interpretations of a character, but I wouldn't call that hate. I hope I don't ever have to encounter the more vitriolic side of fandom.

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Noooo. I get nervous when describing a kiss that isn't chaste lol. I just don't think I'm very good at it, to be honest. I have considered writing more steamy scenes, especially for my WIP's, but I just don't think I'm there yet as a writer.

10) Do you write crossovers?

No. But never say never.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. I don't think my work is really popular enough to have to worry about that lolll.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I'd be fine with it if I was asked first :) I think it would be super cool.

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No, but I wouldn't be against the idea, per se. I'd just feel super guilty, my schedule is very unpredictable and I wouldn't want someone else having to deal with my erratic writing habits, it's bad enough that I do lol.

14) What's your all-time favourite ship?

Gotta be Everlark for sure.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof. I mean... if I'm honest Stop the Clocks, I think for me to be able to finish that I'd have to sit down and plan it out properly. It's also just always been a fic that I've struggled to sit dow and actually write for. In short, it needs a LOT of work and care. It's not badly written, buttt it's also not the best.

16) What are your writing strengths?

I'm pretty good at descriptions and being able to bring a setting alive. I've been told that I write very in-character and that my characters are consistent, which is nice because writing a character's inner monologue comes quite naturally to me.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggled for a long time with writing natural and organic dialogue; it has definitely become easier with time and practice, but it's still something that I obsess over a little. Also, transition paragraphs are the bane of my existence and I tend to avoid them where possible.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'd definitely be comfortable with writing in German as it's my second language. I'm currently learning Spanish, so maybe? I think it would depend on the complexity of what the character is trying to say. I think anything else, no. Not without consulting someone who speaks the language first anyway. I've seen first-hand how google translate can butcher simple phrases lol.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

The Hunger Games! My one and only 😍

20) Favourite fic you've ever written?

Isn't it Strange 100%. I put a lot of care and thought into it and it will always have a place in my heart. Rereading it there are some things that I would phrase differently now; and a part of me itches to change it, but another part would rather leave it as a time capsule to display my younger self's writing and how much I've improved since then. Weirdly enough though, it's just one of those fics that never got much attention lol *wink wink nudge nudge*.

This was super fun, so thanks again for tagging me!

I don't know who has or hasn't participated already so if anyone wants to hop on feel free to :)

#tag game #twenty questions #writing things #my works

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20 Questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @almarnatiaam- thanks!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

2. What's your total A03 word count?

133,211

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Ace Attorney these days.

I've also written for Les Mis and Good Omens; Les Mis makes up most of my works at 20 (though 4 of those aren't really fics, they're fanart pieces I posted to ao3 for sewerexchange).

And there's a couple random fics that aren't any of these: The Temptation Of Immediate Relief is a Pride & Prejudice missing scene fic that I wrote for high school english class and posted a polished version after graduation, and All Alone is a short War & Peace fic expanding the character of Anatole's wife who's entirely just a plot device with no character in canon (elephant in the room: the name I chose for her was retroactively made weird by my later fandom journeys by being cognate to the name of a completely different character, but like, whatever). I still think both of these are pretty good

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Wilson & Sons (Good Omens outsider POV fic about Aziraphale's barber, a family business that he's been going to since the 1700s), at 1861 kudos

You're Better Off Without Him (Good Omens outsider POV about the guy in episode 4 who says that line), at 763 kudos

perfectly statue-still (Ace Attorney 3+1 fic about elevators being a trigger for Miles, angst with a happy ending), at 433 kudos

driving back in style (in my saloon will do quite nicely) (Good Omens fic, silly cute little A/C getting together scenario), at 303 kudos

naughty list (Ace Attorney fic; angst with a happy ending; the premise is that Gregory didn't get to tell Miles that Santa wasn't real so when the von karma household didn't do santa Miles thought he was on the naughty list for a solid 4 years. If you haven't read it, ho ho ho 'tis the season to read it now), at 241 kudos

Yeah, my good omens stuff is never being unseated from the top of my leaderboard unless I end up getting into an even bigger fandom at some point in the future

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, because comments absolutely give me life and I need a constant stream of them, but unfortunately I don't get around to it often enough

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Absolute angstiest out of my published works is probably my very first ao3 fic, not quite nowhere to turn. Valjean sees Javert die and is too late to do anything. The fic is very flawed in that I was 15 and had not learned how to do subtlety, I can't look at it now, but I was a hyperlexic kid with A's in English so I think it's still better than what most people were writing as teens

Second answer is merry christmas., my most recent fic (if you haven't read it yet, HO HO HO TIS THE SEASON), it's Miles' POV for the first bit of Turnabout Goodbyes, it ends on a note of hopelessness that he's doomed to be convicted, but it only debatably counts since anyone who's played the games knows that the turnabout is coming

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my stuff has pretty happy endings, that's just my sensiility as a writer-- even "not quite nowhere to turn" has an afterlife reunion scene-- so I'm not sure what to say here.

There's some fics where the conflict was trivial in the first place (comedy and crack stuff), there's some fics where I feel in hindsight that the ending was a copout and that a rockier path to happiness would have been more interesting if I had mustered the strength to write it (When Tomorrow Comes is the primary example tbh), and there's some where it feels earned (the fics in this category include the ones I like the most)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've thankfully never gotten hate on AO3 that I can recall

9. Do you write smut?

Yes I do, but none of it is up on my ao3 account at this time. I have a ton in my google docs though...

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've written a couple. Both of them, funnily enough, of the format "javert meets one of my other blorbos and they recognise what they have in common"

In "and if you fall" (honestly the point of the title would have landed better if I did the full lyric "and if you fall (as lucifer fell)" but at the time that felt too corny), Crowley happens to be in the right place at the right time to talk Javert down from jumping (context: within GO book canon Crowley was asleep for the 19th century except for getting up in 1832 for a loo break)

In "The Choice Of Death" Miles Edgeworth meets Javert's ghost (AA ghost lore notwithstanding) one liminal night during his year away

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

On a tangent though, bc there's no question directly relevant to share this info, I HAVE gotten fanart for a fic before: this amazing fanart by @maym0rin for chapter 2 of "perfectly statue-still" (she gave me permission to crosspost it on tumblr bc she didn't have tumblr at the time but she later got tumblr when the twitter ship started sinking). There is nothing more flattering as an author than getting fanart, I hope this first time isn't the last time

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I helped with @almarnatiaam's fic A King's Heart and got a co-writer credit.

And outside of cowriting on the level of be listed as cowriter on ao3, my friend who doesn't have tumblr (it's tsl for all the mtnr server friends reading this) and I have been collaborating and bouncing ideas on each other's fics for... wow, it's been over a year now!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Honestly it would have to be Valvert because it got to me at a formative time and has shaped the kinds of ships I like for life

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

What do you mean "the" wip????

I have two dead fics and counting (one for les mis, one for good omens), and that's just the ones where I posted the initial content before realising it's too intimidating to finish. There's so many more in my docs; my friends know about some of them

16. What are your writing strengths?

Here are some that I have no problem bragging about, I reread my own fics often and smile at the moments where I did a banger line

Character voice (especially when the characters are my blorbos)

Using fancy vocabulary with precision in the prose to achieve effect (a skill born from trying to copy the vibes of victor hugo)

Witty prose humour (a skill born from trying to copy the vibes of pratchett & gaiman)

Prose from the POV of someone in a fucked up state- someone in a dark place emotionally, or someone whose motivations are fundamentally misguided or outright malicious. This is THE most fun shit to write for me

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Committing to long term character pain and tragic character conflict when it's not pulled/extrapolated directly from canon. I have many times read a fic where the author puts blorbo through the ringer and thought "damn if only I wasn't such a fucking coward and could write stuff like this". I've become less of a coward over the years and now enjoy

Writing anything long without a detailed plan for the entire thing

The need to use words with precision and write perfectly in character is as much a weakness as a strength. I am not a "write a whole first draft then edit" person I am a "dot points for the bits I don't have perfect words for" person and this sometimes causes issues where I assume I'll figure out how to get from A to B later but then it turns out to not make sense to get from A to B

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have 4 years of Duolingo French and have used this occasionally for my Les Mis works. The way I think of my Les Mis works is that the characters are all speaking French behind the fourth wall but the fourth wall translates for us, so I avoid puns that only work in English except on a couple super cracky occasions.

For Inspector Javert Chooses Death (a fic with the premise "AU where instead of dying Javert fakes his death like Edgeworth and goes to england and unrepresses his homosexuality") I was originally planning to write the whole letter near the end of the fic in french and put the translation in footnote but my beta reader got confused so I scrapped that and had the prose paraphrase most of the letter and only included one French sentence

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First fandom I published fic on ao3 for was Les Mis. First fandom I published fic anywhere online for was Animorphs (when I was 12 I published a weird dark comedy fic to FFN which was a 5+1 or similar format of Visser Three executing people for slighting him by morphing into huge creatures and eating them. Then people on animorphsforum.com told me the fic was bad so I lost all confidence and didn't write fic again for years)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Right now it's between my two most recent AA solo fics: merry christmas. (already explained; 1-4 fic) and the perfect weapon (Manfred POV throughout his revenge plot, SUPER fun to write all that villain pov, grew from the premise "he had to have known about the nightmare to plan all that")

My best Les Mis fic is but i have seen the same (i know the shame in your defeat); it explores my favourite parallel with a cool alternating scene format and I actually still like the writing and characterisation even all these years later which is a rare honour for one of my high school Les Mis fics

Tagging: @squadron-of-damned @kaleran @samioli @ashkazora @azalawa-scroggs

#ace attorney #les mis #valvert #narumitsu #good omens #fanfic

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sodapaladin · 5 months

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✨Top 10 Games of 2023✨

It’s time for my annual list. As usual, these are games I played this year, not that came out this year. So despite all the hits this year, don’t expect to see many of them!

10. Fire Emblem Engage

While I was wary of the new character designs and anniversary excuse-story, Engage turned out to be more enjoyable than I expected. Not my favorite Fire Emblem, but a good one nevertheless.

9. Paradise Killer

What *style*! I went and bought this game immediately after my friend showed me the song “Paradise (Stay Forever).” Going in blind was wild. I sure didn’t expect the protagonist to be part of an extra-dimensional cult. I love exploring the vaporwave island.

8. WarioWare: Move It!

A worthy successor to Smooth Moves. While the amount of extra context seems oddly lacking for a WarioWare game, I love all the creative uses for the joycons. With the major exception of Jimmy’s boss minigame, everything works shockingly well.

7. Super Mario RPG

I debated where to place this. On one hand, I don’t feel like the remake added too much. The QoL improvements are nice, but the SNES original is still perfectly playable. It’s also quite short for an RPG, and on the easy side. But it’s just so charming anyway.

6. Darkstalkers 3

AKA Vampire Savior, not to be confused with another game. On the quest to capture the magic Third Strike had for me, this comes pretty close. If only I could find online matches now.

5. Suika Game

I had to see what the hype’s about, and I understood. So simple and cute, yet challenging. A great way to kill a few minutes.

4. Advance Wars 1+2 Reboot Camp

I held off on this for a while, since I have both original games, and it didn’t seem like much was changed. The QoL improvements have been nice, though, such as speeding up the CPU’s turns. Most importantly, it no longer cheats during Fog of War, so you can actually strategize as intended instead of cheesing certain maps.

3. It Takes Two

Playing this co-op game with my brother was a blast. Solving puzzles through teamwork is a satisfying joy, and I’d love to play again as the other character sometime.

2. Vampire Survivors

So addicting. It was hilarious to find out the dev works on slot machines. Now it’s quite clear that they know all the right bells and whistles to set that dopamine off.

1. Monster Girls and the Mysterious Adventure 2

It’s incredible when you can feel the amount of love poured into the development of a game. I picked up this solo-dev passion project thinking it’d be a cute little indie game. I didn’t expect it to be my favorite mystery dungeon experience.

Everything from the writing and QoL features show how clearly the dev loves this genre and wants to make the best version of it. The balance is wonky, some of the recruitment requirements are questionably difficult, and the English translation is extremely rough, but I can’t help but be charmed by the whole package anyway. I’ve put in around 50 hours getting to the “final” boss of the story, and there’s still a massive postgame dungeon. I wouldn’t recommend it to everyone, but for fans of mystery dungeon games, absolutely.

#goty

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lumiereandcogsworth · 25 days

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sorry, thinking about babies again, you know how it is 😔 were Belle and Adam around when their kiddos said their first words or took their first steps? or did one of 'em (or both?) accidentally miss it because of Royal Duties ?

dude literally never apologize for thinking about blorbo babies. what is the point of life if you can’t freaking think about BLORBO BABIES!!!!!!!!

AHHH!!! i adore this. i don’t have set-in-stone headcanons about ALL of this quite yet. i’ll just list some things i DO know for sure☺️

i’ve headcanoned for years that renée and maurice both said mama first, but juliette said papa first 🥺 she’s been a papa’s girl since the BEGINNING.

i don’t quite know how it happens with renée, but i do know that she was saying mama for like WEEKS before she finally said papa. it became a joke. adam kept being like “no i get it :/ she just doesn’t like me :/“ and belle would be like >:0 STOP IT!!!!!!!! the same way they were when belle was pregnant with her and she wouldn’t kick for him lmao. i don’t know how she eventually says papa, but gosh, adam just explodes the first time he hears it. the first time his own child sees him and knows for certain that he’s her papa 🤧

for juliette, she was sitting on belle’s lap, and adam walked in. belle said “ah! there’s papa!” and juliette just suddenly said “papa!🤗” which SHOCKED adam and belle. juliette didn’t really start speaking until she was around 2, (just like her father, which no one realized until one day they were venting their worries about her to mrs. potts and she was like “don’t even worry. adam didn’t start speaking until that age either!” and he was like HUH??? - which leads to a whole spiral about how his father treated him and such… which then leads to adam feeling so sad and scared and not wanting his baby to have the struggles that he has… but belle reminds him that she already has so much more support and love in her life. even if she has his struggles, she’ll always be loved and cared for. which heals something deep inside adam ❤️)

gosh, so anyway, little two year old juliette looks up at her father and says “papa!” and both adam and belle are like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! adam immediately goes to sit next to them and he’s grinning so wide and he says “yes! yes very good! i am papa!” and he picks her up and kisses her cheek and sits her on his lap and she says it again and adam and belle are laughing and kissing her head. it’s a beautiful moment 🥹

i also have an almost-done wip of the first time reecy says mama. belle was laying with him on the bed, trying to get him to nap with her. he was like exactly a year old, very babbly and wiggly. already very nearly walking too. but anyway, belle’s laying there with him, and she says something like “let’s rest awhile. will you rest with mama?” and he looks at her with those big blue eyes and grins and says “mama!!😁” and belle’s like !!! AH!! 😄😄 and snuggles with him and celebrates it and he keeps saying it, seeing how happy it makes her. it becomes even harder to settle down for a nap after that, but belle doesn’t even care!!!

so i guess adam DOES miss that moment!! but i think reecy easily says it again later on when adam was there, which of course warms adam’s heart 🥰

i also think they all say a rough form of the dog’s name, sylvie, like “seevee” or “sivy” pretty early on as well. i’ve even debated if maurice says that first, before he says mama. that may be the case!!!! they also all say “book” pretty quickly too. and like. who can be surprised.

FIRST STEPS THOUGH… agh. i’m even less certain about honestly

i’m not sure about the girls, though i know renée started walking at like 9-10 months old (which is sooner than average) and juliette was nearly 2 (which, as you can surmise, is later than average).

maurice though i think he did it WITH his sisters. i got this from a video i saw once, i’ll send it to you, it was literally 3 kids like the same dynamic as adam & belle’s. 2 girls roughly kid age (though they’re a bit older in the video, but same vibe) and a baby boy. and the video was him playing with the girls, and he was standing at a toy play thing. and he started reaching for the older girl, and it was clear that he had been on the cusp of figuring it out for a bit, so the girl quickly backed up and held a toy away for him to reach for. the baby boy then kept reaching and TOOK HIS FIRST STEPS!!!! he walked a few steps to her and fell into her lap. it’s SOOO cute and ever since i saw that, i’ve integrated it into my canon. i think that’s totally how maurice took his first steps. it Makes Sense that it would happen with his sisters 😭 and obviously in the video, a parent was recording, but idk where adam and belle are for this moment! maybe they’re there and watching, or MAYBE this is a crazy occurrence that happens for a split second when they’re both not looking. only looking up when they hear the excited cheers from their beloved children 🥹🫶

#EEEEEE!!!! blorbo babies🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖#gosh. thank you 🥹🤧#the parallels between adam & juliette are insane. like they’re so similar as children but they just lived polar opposite lives😭❤️#adam is happy he gets to give ALL his children a better childhood. but i think something very particular does heal in him… getting to be #juliette’s father specifically. getting to care for a shy little kid. getting to love that kid for their differences.#contrasting all the times his father hated him for all of it… augh 😭#batb headcanons #adelle #batb 2017 #oc writing #renée #juliette #maurice #alex tag #answered

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obikinwhore · 1 month

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15 Questions for 15 Friends

Tagged by my beloved @amadwinter

1. Are you named after anyone?

My mom got my name from some random newscaster she used to watch on tv

2. When was the last time you cried?

A week ago about lukeleia but truly?? A couple of days before last december when I decided I needed to quit my job

3. Do you have kids?

Naur <3

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I'm a nerd dowwwwnnn. I did marching band in high school. Some basketball sort of or well its the only one I was sorta good at.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I do if I am friendly with the person I am talking to. Idk I feel like I come off as rude otherwise

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Idk ig it depends. Notice in a way that is not appearance I presume? Then the first thing is if I can joke around with them or if they are sort of nerdy like me

7. What's your eye colour?

A very dark brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies always and forever. My favorite movie ever is Hereditary and I will never turn down watching a scary movie. If its good then fuck yeah! and if its bad then it'll probably at least be funny

9. Any talents?

I have mostly useless talents: whistling (and i am not fucking with you i have debated going to contests about it), I can sing a tune pretty well.

10. Where were you born?

SoCal baby, born and raised.

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading fanfic, singing along to music, watching hours of videos on skincare/haircare/science lectures, making plans and not sticking to them <3

12. Do you have any pets?

3 little boys. A german shepherd, a white crusty dog and a weenie dog.

13. How tall are you?

5' 2 :(

14. Favourite subject in school?

Science, math and music class, i'm a mega Nerd

15. Dream job?

Travel nurse! I'm almost there lads. Couple more years.

Not tagging anyone cause i'm so late i'm sure everyone has done this, but if you see this and u want to then u're tagged and say I tagged u

#about me

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sunnys567 · 1 year

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Friends in Strange Places, Ch 1

Summary: AU where Vlad turns out to be friendly instead of evil.

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All was quiet in Amity Park that night. That is, until the silence was broken by a 14 year old on an electric scooter.

"Finally!" he said, checking his watch. "It's only 9:57. I'm about to make it home one night without ghosts getting in the way of my curfew!"

Not 2 seconds after he said that, a familiar chill ran up his body and out his mouth in a puff of mist. Filled with a sudden mixture of dread and annoyance, Danny looked up to see three green birds whizz overhead.

"Ugghhhh, why??" he groaned as he ducked behind a car and transformed. It didn't take long for him to catch up with the birds.

They turned out to be three ghost vultures, who were all wearing red fezzes.

"Hey, any chance you guys lost?" he asked.

One of the birds turned it's head to look at the leader.

"Ask him for directions." It said in a Turkish accent. Danny hadn't expected an actual answer, he was just being snarky.

"Ve don't need any directions!" The leader answered. He suddenly dove out of the sky. The other two birds followed him, Danny not far behind.

The birds phased through the roof of a monorail train. When Danny entered the train he saw the birds perched on the seats, having a heated debate. It was a good thing this car was empty.

"I know vere I'm going!" the leader snapped, his head thrown up in indignance.

"Ve've been flying avound in circle for an hour. Ve could've been halfvay to Florida by now. Ask him!" The vulture pointed his wing at Danny.

"Ask me what?" Danny asked.

The birds phased through the roof and Danny followed them. Why couldn't they just stay still?

The leader ghost sighed in defeat.

"Ve are on a surveillance mission. Could you help us find dis guy?" He pulled a ripped corner of a photo out of his neck fluff and handed it to Danny. The person in the photo had much longer hair, but besides that he looked just like-

"Dad?" Danny exclaimed.

"See, I told you he'd know!" The bird with the glassed smirked.

The bird's smile was quickly wiped from his face as Danny threw and ecto blast at him. He managed to dodge and flew off, the other two trailing behind him. Danny gave chase.

The vultures manage to elude Danny for a bit, until they came to the clock tower. They tried to circle around it to lose Danny, but he saw what they were doing and circled the other way without them noticing. They squawked in surprise when they saw him, but before they could do anything, Danny managed to grab them all by the ankles. He swung them around his head like a hammer thrower and tossed them as far as he could into the sky. The birds were dazed, but they managed to fly off as fast as their wings could take them.

"And how about you do everyone a favour and stay lost!" Danny called after them. He'd forgotten the thermos at home, so scaring them away would have to do. They seemed pretty harmless anyway.

Danny pulled the photo out.

"I wonder what those guys wanted with Dad..."

His musings were interrupted by the chime of a bell. He looked over at the clock tower and saw it was...10:15! Oh no! He was late! Again! His parents were not going to be happy.

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Sure enough, they were not happy. They were waiting for him at the door with unimpressed faces. They brought him to the living room to have 'a talk'. Well, his mom talked, his dad was working on some green boiler-looking machine whose function Danny was too afraid to ask.

"Danny," she said "this is becoming a problem. You're constantly late,"

"You're shirking from your chores," his father popped his head out from behind the machine to say.

"You're grades are slipping," his mother added.

"You're shirking from your chores,"

"You already said chores." Danny raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but when you don't do them, I get stuck with them."

"The point is," his mother interjected "this behaviour is unacceptable and has to stop."

"Look, I'm under a lot of pressure." Danny knew that was a lame excuse, but he didn't have a better one prepared, and he certainly wasn't going to tell them the truth. "You guys have no idea what it's like to be a kid these days."

"Oh come on Danny, that's the oldest excuse in the book." His mom was rolling her eyes, so she didn't notice Danny's arm sinking through the arm of the couch. He quickly pulled it out and was relieved to see that Jazz was occupied with a book, so no one noticed. "There's nothing you're going through that you're father and didn't go through as well." "Oh yeah, I beg to differ." Danny muttered rubbing his arm.

"The reason Danny thinks you can't relate to him," Jazz closed her book "is because you never talk about your childhood."

"Jazz." Danny knew this couldn't go anywhere good.

"Did you ever tell him about where you grew up, your first date,"

Danny watched in horror as a thoughtful look crossed both his parents faces.

"Jazz!"

"Where you went to college?"

"You know, that's a great idea Jazzy-pants." Jack said.

"It is?" Jazz asked.

"What is?" Maddie raised an eyebrow.

"This is!" Jack pulled a gold-trimmed flyer out of his pocket. "Our old college bud Vlad is holding a reunion in Wisconsin! We can all go down together!"

"Wisconsin?" Jazz echoed, horrified.

"All together?" Danny horror equal to, if not greater, than Jazz's.

Jack pulled Maddie close to him. The kids could tell from her face that she also thought this was a great idea.

"Yup," Jack chirped, oblivious to their tone "Just the four of us in an RV for hours. And, while we're driving, your mother and I can talk about our college days, and I can blather on about ghosts!"

As if on cue, the boiler-thing he'd been working on sputtered to life and began lurching horribly. Green goo shot out of one of the pipes and landed on Jazz's face. She did not look happy.

"Awesome! It works!" Jack cried, seeming unaware of Jazz's predicament. "I cant wait to blather on about that too!"

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They managed to set off the next morning with only one semi-major incident (Jazz may or may not have gotten covered in ecto-goo again, and it may or may not have been Danny's fault).

Wisconsin was pretty far away, though, so they'd had to park somewhere to sleep for the night. The kids weren't exactly stoked about sleeping in the RV.

"It's the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle." Jack corrected them.

"And more importantly, hotels are a rip-off." Maddie said. "Why pay 200 dollars to sleep somewhere when an air-mattress for four only costs 80?"

"Aren't you guys loaded?" Danny asked.

"It's the principle of the thing, Danny." His mom replied.

"Alrighty, rest up everyone." Jack said as Jazz emerged from the bathroom. "I want you all bright eyed and bushy-tailed when we meet Masters tomorrow."

"Wait a minute," Jazz froze mid-step "Masters? As in, Vlad Masters? As in, Time magazine's billionaire of the year?"

"Yup, that's the one."

"You mean, you were friends with a billionaire in college?" Danny asked, suddenly getting Jazz's shock.

Jack seemed unaware of the looks of stupor on his kid's faces and continued speaking.

"Well, back then he wasn't 'billionaire Vlad Masters'." Jack said. "Back then he was just good old 'Vladdy'. Yup, we were pretty popular guys back then."

Jazz and Danny finally broke out of their shock to give each other looks of doubt.

"Back then, your mother, Vladdy, and I were an unstoppable team. We were the only ones brave enough to dive into the budding field of ecto research."

Danny resisted the urge to crack a joke. Jazz seemed like she was doing the same.

"Yes indeed, we even had our own research laboratory to build and test our inventions in!"

"Well, it was more of an abandoned classroom that no one stopped us from using." Maddie said as she pulled some pillows and blankets out of a compartment Danny hadn't even know existed until now "but, still, it was ours." She hugged the pillow she was holding with a far-away look on her face.

"Yup, we had a good thing going." Jack beamed. "That is, until the fat fingers of fate jammed themselves into Vladdy's eyes."

Maddie's dreamy expression turned somber. Jack started to tell the story:

"We'd finally finished the construction of our very first ghost portal."

Danny's eyes widened when he heard this. Jazz gave him a concerned look. She didn't like how easily her parents seemed to forget about his accident.

"Well, it was really more of a proto-portal. It was a lot smaller than the one we have back at home. We didn't know nearly as much as we know today about ecto-technology, especially not something as complicated as a portal. I also may have gotten a bit over-excited and rushed some of the calculations. The thing went haywire when I turned it on. Vlad was standing too close and took a blast of impure ecto-energy directly into his face. It resulted in a horrible case of ecto-acne."

"It devastated him." Maddie said. No one noticed that she had made up the air mattress while Jack was talking. "Vlad wouldn't allow any visitors in the hospital. Including us." She looked absolutely crestfallen when she said that. "The week after he dropped out without a word to anyone. We haven't spoken since."

"But the good news is, after all these years, I think he's finally forgiven me. Goodnight kids!"

On that note, Jack flicked a switch and the RV lights shut off.

Danny wasn't sure why, but he couldn't shake an uneasy feeling as he drifted off to sleep.

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When Danny first saw Vlad's mansion, he thought it was a castle. The building was constructed entirely out of grey bricks. Green and gold banners hung from four turrets as well as above the entrance. Actually, Danny wasn't completely sure it wasn't a castle.

As they all climbed out of the RV, the wooden double doors swung open and out stepped Vlad Masters. He was wearing a suit and had long silvery hair that was swept back into a ponytail. Danny was surprised by his hair colour. Vlad was the same age as his parent, but neither of them had even started to go grey. He wondered if it had anything to do with the portal incident. Not that he was going to ask.

"Ah, the Fenton family." Vlad smiled as they reached the top of the stairs. "Jack, Maddie. It's been too long." He looked down at Jazz and Danny. "And these must be Jasmine and Daniel. It's nice to finally meet you two. Come in, come in." He turned around and gestured them to follow.

An irritated look flashed across Jazz's face. For some reason, she didn't like being called by her full name. Danny didn't understand why. He didn't mind being called by his.

The entryway was also adorned with green and gold. A red carpet that led to the stairs. Pictures of football players lined the walls. The pictures simultaneously felt tacky and decadent. There was also a football resting on a pedestal near the end of the hall with a signature Danny couldn't make out.

"What's with the green and gold?" Jazz asked. "You're a billionaire, surely you can afford an interior designer?"

Danny hadn't realized the name thing ticked her off that much. Maybe the trip had made her irritable. Still, he felt Jazz was being pretty harsh to their host.

"Jazz, hello? Notice the football stuff? He's a Packers fanatic."

"Fanatic is such a...strong word, Daniel. But, yes." Vlad stopped by the signed ball.

"Oh yes," Maddie said "I remember, back in the day, you and Jack were always going on about football. Vlad actually played quarterback on the college team, kids."

Danny shuddered internally at the word 'quarterback'. Vlad seemed a lot nicer than Dash, but still.

"Yes, but that was a long time ago Maddie." Vlad said "I'm afraid my quarterbacking days are long over."

"Aw, come on V-man. Don't be like that." Jack grabbed the football off the pedestal. "I'm sure you've still got some old moves left in ya!"

"Don't touch that!" Vlad snapped, snatching the ball out of Jack's hand with surprising speed. His warm welcoming aura suddenly turned hostile.

Everyone stared at Vlad for a few seconds, not really sure what to do. Vlad's expression melted from rage to a dignified shame. He cleared his throat and straightened his posture.

"My apologies," he said setting the football back on its stand "I know that reaction was...inappropriate. The truth is I was forced to stop playing because of the accident." A look of guilt flashed over Maddie's face "I didn't realize it until now, but I think I was subconsciously viewing this football as a sort of..." Vlad spun his hand in the air, as if trying to summon the correct word "...consolation prize. It has always been my favourite piece of Packer's paraphernalia. It's signed by Ray Nitschke himself." The warm grin made it's way back to Vlad's face as he stared at the ball.

"It is also very expensive, and I'd rather it not be damaged." He added quickly, snapping his gaze back to his guests.

"That was impressive." Jazz said "You must be seeing a really good therapist."

"Jazz..." Maddie scolded.

"Quite alright, Maddie." Vlad waved his hand "It's been a while, but yes, I've had access to some of the best psychological minds in the field. The accident in college was quite the upset on my life, but it also gave me the opportunity to work on myself. In a way, that accident was responsible for making me the person I am today."

Danny wasn't sure why, but he felt creeped out by that last sentence. It kind of felt like Vlad was making a private joke to himself. Sort of like he was hiding something.

"Anyway," Vlad checked his watch "I'm afraid I can't stay for dinner, but I'll show you you're rooms before I'm off."

"Aw, you're leaving already, Vladdy?" Jack pouted. "But we've barely even had any time to catch up."

"Time is money, I'm afraid, Jack. Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to catch up tomorrow."

Jack didn't look cheered up at all. Vlad came over and put a hand on his back.

"You know Jack, this house is very old. So old in fact that there's rumours that the ghost of the Wisconsin Dairy King himself may haunt these very halls." Vlad tilted his head upwards.

At the top of the stairs there was a rather large portrait of a stout jovial-looking king whose scepter was shaped like an ice cream cone. Jack's face was instantly lit up with glee, and he was suddenly gone.

"Thought that'd do the trick." Vlad grinned.

"Thanks Vlad," Maddie said "That really cheered him up. It'll be nice to talk properly at the reunion tomorrow." Maddie's voice was level, but it was hard to miss the manic look in her eyes.

"No need to be polite, Maddie. If I know you, I'm sure you're just as anxious to investigate this potential paranormal activity as Jack."

"Don't be ridiculous." Maddie cracked each of her knuckles individually as she spoke. "I, er, should at least see where are rooms are before I run off."

"Ah, yes. Right this way then. I'll make the tour quick."

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Danny was glad to finally be getting some sleep. His room was decorated in green and gold like the rest of the castle (Mansion? Danny wasn't really sure how to classify this place). His room had a purple double bed with drapes. There was a large glass door on one wall that led to a balcony. It was much more glamourous than sharing an inflatable mattress with your family.

Just as Danny began to drift off, he felt his ghost sense go off.

"Oh great," he said to no one "We go all the way out to Wisconsin and you guys still find a way to bug me." Danny focused and the familiar rings came (around the whole bed for some reason) and he was out of bed and flying through the wall in no time.

The mansion was big, but Danny's ghost sense gave him a general sense of where to look. It wasn't long before he found what he was looking for; three ectoplasmic-green ghost...vultures? They were turned away from Danny, various machine parts clutched in their talons.

"You guys again?" Danny exclaimed. The vultures turned around, startled. "Are you following me or something?"

"Aie! It's that ghost kid!" One of the vultures shrieked.

Danny charged up an ecto blast, but he was too slow. The vultures all turned intangible and flew off in different directions.

"Hey," Danny shouted "I want answers!"

"As do I." Came a voice from behind him. Danny spun around.

Floating a few feet away from him was a humanoid ghost. His skin was blue, his eyes were red, and he wore mostly white including a full-body cape. His pitch-black hair was styled straight-up, giving it the appearance of devil horns.

Danny had to admit, he looked pretty impressive, floating there with his arms crossed, cape flowing out behind him. The glare he shot Danny from his glowing red eyes was actually quite scary.

Not that all ghosts weren't kind of scary...

"I was aiming for the birds, but you'll do."

Danny charged at the ghost, fist-first. To his surprise, the ghost caught Danny's fist and redirected him, causing him to crash into a wall.

"You're a lot more competent than the other ghosts I've fought, I'll give you that." Danny said as he got up. He made another attempt at the ghost, charging straight for him. "But I'm done playing around."

Before Danny could hit him, the ghost caught him again, this time by the neck.

"As am I." The ghost said as he threw Danny to the ground. "Danny Phantom, is it?"

"You...know me?" Danny quickly recovered, floating back up to the ghost's level.

"Of course!" The ghost flew backwards, phasing through the wall behind him. Intrigued, Danny turned intangible and followed him. The room they ended up in was a giant library. There were so many bookshelves that it was more of a maze.

"Every ghost in the ghost zone has heard of you. You're that ghost child who's been defending the humans in Amity Park ever since that portal opened. Imagine my surprise to find you here, harassing my vultures."

"Hey, they're the ones that started it!"

"Is that so?" the ghost raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, and I intend to end it!" Danny said shooting an ecto beam.

The ghost raised his hand and Danny's beam bounced off of a pink square that appeared in front of his hand. Danny tried firing more beams, but the ghost simply moved his hand around, along with the pink square, deflecting all of Danny's blasts.

"Ectoplasmic energy blasts." the ghost fake-yawned. "So, year one?" he closed his fist and the square disappeared. "Tell me child, can you do...THIS???"

Suddenly, another ghost, identical to the one Danny was fighting, popped up beside him. Startled, Danny began to back away, but two more clones popped into existence behind him.

"N-no, I can't." Danny replied, gobsmacked. "How can you?"

"Years of practice." The four ghosts replied in unison. They all raised their right arm and fired their own pink ectoplasmic energy blast at Danny.

Danny crashed to the ground. He looked up to see the four ghosts fuse back into one, but it didn't matter. That last blow had knocked any chance of winning the fight out of him.

Danny felt his consciousness slipping away...

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"No, stop, get away!" Danny yelled as he untangled himself from the blankets, sitting bolt right up in bed.

"Everything all right in there, Daniel?" Vlad asked from the doorway.

"Huh, oh, uh, yes Mr. Masters. I must have just had a nightmare, sorry for disturbing you." Danny spoke quickly, still dazed.

"Quite alright my dear boy. You needn't worry, I was awake anyway. You're sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm good now thanks. You can go back to bed."

"Yes, I think I shall." Vlad said, turning around "Sleep tight little badger. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Once Vlad was gone, Danny breathed a sigh of relief. So the ghost attack had just been a dream. It didn't feel like a dream, Danny thought, as he laid back on his pillow. Then again why would those ghost Vultures come all the way from Amity Park to Wisconsin?

At least he didn't have to worry about facing that terrifying ghost again, he thought as he drifted off.

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The next day went off without a hitch (aka, ghost attacks).

At the party, Jack and Maddie introduced Jazz and Danny to their friend, Harriet Chin. Danny cringed in sympathy when his dad made a joke about her name ("Harry Chin. Get it?"). Jazz actually seemed interested in Harry, though. The two of them talked for a bit about Harry's career with the Milwaukee Journal. It seemed pretty high-level.

After a while Harry and Maddie found some other old friends to catch up with. Jazz went to Vlad's home theatre (man, he was rich) to watch a documentary on the Packers. Danny popped in to check it out, but saw that the film was in black and white. It was a close-call, but he decided the get-together might be slightly less boring.

While most of the guests were getting reconnected with long-time friends, Danny sat at a table by himself, his chin resting on his hand. His eyes glazing over as he watched the various 30-something-year-olds "shin-dig" around the auditorium (seriously, who has an auditorium and a theater in their house?). The novelty of a bunch of adults with blocks of cheese on their head had worn off about an hour ago.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt a hand rest on his shoulder.

"Bored are we, Son?"

"Wha- uh, no sir, Mr. Masters." Danny startled "Also, it's just Danny. 'Son's' what my dad calls me."

"Hm, very well then." Vlad smiled. He was always smiling. Danny was sure if he found that comforting or creepy. "Anyway, I've got something upstairs that I've been wanting to show you. Interested?"

"Oh, um...sure." Anything was better than sitting around here.

"Excellent. Right this way." Vlad said, turning towards the auditorium exit.

Wait, Danny thought, was Vlad taking him up there alone?

"Uh, Mr. Masters," Danny said as he caught up with Vlad in the hall "Aren't you going to get my parents?"

"No, Daniel." Vlad said as they started to ascend a curling set of stairs "They're busy catching up with old friends, I don't want to disturb them."

"Oh. Should I get Jazz then? She's probably not doing much either."

"Oh no, don't bother her." Vlad said as they reached the top of the stairs "I have something that I'd very much like to show you, and only you."

"Why me?"

"Don't worry my dear boy, it will all make sense when we get there."

Something wasn't right about this.

Danny did not like how secretive Vlad was being. He probably would have run away by now, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. Besides, if things went south he had his ghost powers, something Vlad didn't know about.

They stopped in front of a statue of the Wisconsin Dairy King. Vlad put his eye to one of the buttons on his coat. A red beam shot out and scanned it.

"Personal Recognized: Vlad Masters" A voice said, making Danny jump.

"Sorry about all this security, little badger. " Vlad said, as the wall in front of them slid to the side, revealing an enormous safe-like door "I've got some...valuable things in there. Things I really wouldn't want others to find."

"Well now I'm definitley interested in what you want to show me." Danny muttered as Vlad punched in a code on a keypad.

The door slid open. Vlad walked inside and Danny followed, cautiously eyeing his surroundings. There wasn't much. Unlike the flamboyant decadence of the rest of the mansion, this room, although large, was empty besides for another keypad on the back wall. The floor was white and the walls were made of metal. It kind of reminded Danny of something, but he wasn't sure what.

The door slammed shut behind him. Danny felt his eyes go green, as they sometimes did when he was startled. He quickly blinked them back to blue. He hoped Vald hadn't seen.

"Now then," oh good, he hadn't. "Now that we're alone, I wanted to ask you a few questions."

"Okaaaay..." Danny raised his eyebrow, what could Vlad possibly want to ask him of all people?

"Your parents did tell you about my little...accident back in college, didn't they?"

"Yeah, my dad says you haven't spoken since that day." Danny responded.

"Indeed," Vlad sighed "Jack and Maddie are dear friends, but it was hard to face them after what happened."

"So, you're still mad at them?"

Vlad laughed. Danny hadn't been expecting that reaction.

"Mad? Daniel I was never mad at them. I just called them 'dear friends' didn't I? What happened was an accident."

"You seemed pretty mad at my dad earlier."

"Sure, your father has always had a habit of getting on my and, frankly, everyone else's nerves." A far away look washed over Vlad's eyes. "But he made up for that with his sheer joyful enthusiasm. He may come off as an unaware oaf, but he really does have an incredible knack for ecto-technology. It could be hard, but it really was a delight to work beside him and Maddie."

Vlad sighed.

"Ah, Maddie, what a brilliant mind. You know, she could have chosen to study anything. Become a doctor in any field of her choosing. In the end she chose to pursue what mattered to her, even though the rest of the world called her work nonsense. That's truly an admiral trait, being true to oneself in spite of other's expectations. I don't know where she found the patience to put up with your father and me, though. I imagine she's an incredible mother."

"Um, yeah, I guess she is." Danny wasn't really sure how to respond.

"Anyway, enough reminiscing" Vlad said, returning to the present. "The past is in the past."

"Isn't reminiscing the whole point of this reunion?" Danny asked.

Vlad laughed again.

"Oh, Daniel. You're as clever as your mother, you know that? Both you and Jasmine." Vlad shook his head "Ah, look how easily I get distracted. This is what happens when you spend too much time alone. Anyway, I was wondering if they ever took up trying to rebuild that old portal."

"Um, yeah." As Danny spoke, Vlad turned around and started typing on the keypad on the back wall. "They actually got one working in our lab about two months ago." Vlad paused his typing, but didn't say anything.

Danny felt weird. It was odd to be talking about ghost stuff with someone who wasn't an immediate friend or family member. Usually that would result in him getting punched.

"Well good for them." Vlad's tone shocked Danny out of his stupor. There was almost something...forced about it. Maybe Vlad wasn't as over the accident as he said he was.

Before Danny could decide whether to confront Vlad about it, he pushed a green button on the keypad and the wall in front of him split into two and began to slide open, revealing a swirling pink, fully functional-

"Ghost portal?" Danny gasped.

"Yes, and that's not all." As Vlad spoke, tables began to emerge from hidden panels in the floor, and sections of the wall spun around revealing shelves. The tables and shelves were all filled with familiar green test tubes, as well as strange devices that glowed pink like the portal. If the devices had been green, and the whole space a little shabbier, it would have looked identical to Danny's basement.

"Wait, you've been a ghost hunter all these years too?"

"Well, more of a ghost researcher than a hunter, but yes, basically."

Danny walked up to the portal and brushed his hand against the metal frame.

"That's incredible. Do my parents know about this? This place would blow they're minds!"

"No, Daniel. You are the only other human who's been in this lab."

Danny stopped rubbing the frame and turned to face Vlad.

"Mr. Masters, why would you tell me about this place and not my parents? I mean, no offence, but they're the ghost hunters, and I'm 14. I feel like you'd get more out of showing them than me."

"Daniel when your parents got their portal working," Vlad's face suddenly turned serious "were there any...complications?"

Danny's eyes widened.

"I-"

Before Danny could think of an answer, he felt a familiar chill escape his mouth.

"Look out!" he shouted as an ecto-blast shot through the portal. Danny barely had time to jump out of the way as it whizzed by where his head used to be and crashed into one of the tables, shattering the beakers.

"Butter Biscuits!" Vlad cursed, grabbing an ecto gun off of another table and pointing it at the portal. "What is it this time?

As if to answer his question, three giant green yeti-looking ghosts with massive tusks lumbered out of the portal, the largest one leading the other two. They walked on all fours, and Danny noticed razor-sharp claws on their front paws.

The ghosts stopped to look around, and Vlad seized the opportunity and shot at the one closest to him. It yelped as the beam hit it's face and the front one (who Danny assumed, based on his limited knowledge of biology, was the Alpha) roared and swung it's paw at Vlad, launching him into the air. He crashed into the wall next to Danny and slid to the floor.

"Mr. Masters!" Danny cried, rushing to his side. Before he could help him up, Vlad brushed him away and pushed himself up into a fighting position.

"Alright," he grimaced "Time to stop playing around."

Danny gasped as a black ring suddenly appeared around Vlad's waist, crackling the air around him. The ring split into two and went up and down Vlad's body, changing him into the ghost Danny had seen last night.

Danny stood there, awestruck, as Vlad flew into the air. The yeti he had shot at let out a challenging roar. Vlad raised his arm and shot a pink ecto beam directly into it's throat. It let out spluttering yelp and ran directly back into the portal. The other two turned intangible and went off in separate direction. The Alpha one phased through the floor while the smaller one went through the back wall.

"Finger sausages! They've split up!" Danny almost jumped out of his skin as Vlad turned to look at him. "Daniel, the leader is headed to the auditorium. You distract it while I take care of the other one. Make sure it doesn't hurt anyone." Vlad said as he turned intangible. He flew through the wall before Danny had time to respond.

"Okay, not only is Vlad a ghost hunter, he's also apparently a ghost-ghost." Danny put his hand on his forehead "How long has he been a ghost? How is this even possible?"

Danny shook his head to snap himself out of his stupor.

"I don't know how this is even possible, but I'll have to figure it out later. For now, I'M GOING GHOST!" Danny shouted as he transformed. The rings had barely left his body before he was diving through the floor.

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Meanwhile, at the party...

"...And then I..." Harry blathered on about a story she was working on to Jack who, not possessing an ounce of subtlety, let his chin sink down into his cup.

"Am I boring you, Jack?" Harry asked, irritated by his lack of tact.

"Quite frankly, yes." Jack replied.

Suddenly, a giant green beast dropped from the ceiling and landed in the middle of the dance floor, silencing the chatting adults. They all stared at it for a moment, before it let out a terrifying roar, sending everyone into a panic.

"Suffering spooks! I didn't expect to see one so far out here." Jack immediately jumped into action "Maddie, get the RV! I'll hold it off!" he cried, pulling a mini ecto gun out of his jumpsuit pocket.

"Come on!" Maddie cried, grabbing the awestruck Harry by the arm as she ran by. "That gun won't do much, we're gonna need the Fenton Family Assault Vehicle!"

Harry was bemused, but intrigued.

Just as they left the room, Danny poked his head through the floor (or, ceiling, he supposed). Party guests were running everywhere, and his dad was shooting the yeti with a small ecto gun. The gun didn't seem to have much effect, in fact it only seemed to make it angrier.

This was bad news. The ineffective ecto gun meant Danny would need to help his dad fight the ghost, but unfourtunately Jack was likely to start attacking Danny as well if he saw him.

Danny had an idea. Turning invisible, he flew towards his dad and dove into his body. Blinking a few times to adjust himself, he raised his hand. Ever since he'd discovered that he could overshadow people, Danny had wanted to see if he could still use his powers while inside someone.

Danny aimed for the yeti and was pleasantly surprised to see a green ecto beam shoot out of his now enormous gloved hand.

"Yes!" he shouted as it made contact with the yeti, who yelped. The good news was that he now had a way to fight the ghost without his dad trying to kill him. The bad news was that the yeti now had it's attention turned on Danny. He barely managed to jump out of the way as the yeti lunged at him, crashing into, and destroying, another table.

"Woah," Danny wobbled a bit as he landed. "Jumping around in Dad's body feels so different." His musings were interrupted by the yeti throwing a chair at him. He ducked just in time. "But I better get used to it quick."

Danny looked around and saw that everyone had fled the auditorium, leaving him alone with the yeti.

"Perfect," he said, smiling at the yeti. "That means I don't have to worry about anyone seeing my dad do THIS!"

He punctuated his sentence by launching another ecto blast at the yeti. The yeti yelped again as it was hit. Danny launched a few more, but the yeti had wised up and began darting around the room, making it way harder to hit. It moved surprisingly fast for such a large creature.

Danny was so busy trying to hit the yeti that he failed to notice how close it had managed to get to him. Just as he realized what was going on, the yeti pounced across the remaining distance, pinning Danny's wrists to the ground with it's paws.

"Uhhh, any chance you want to just, talk this out?" Danny asked nervously, the yeti opened it's massive maw (which was uncomfortably close to Danny's face) and gave out another incredibly loud roar. "That's not exactly what I meant." Danny remarked, silently sweating.

Suddenly a pink ecto beam hit the yeti in the face, knocking it off of Danny. Danny pushed himself off of the floor. It took a second since he wasn't used to how heavy this body was. When he got up he saw Vlad had arrived, glove still smoking from that last ecto blast.

Before either of them could say anything, a loud honk stole their attention. He turned and saw the Fenton RV smash through the wall that used to hold the auditorium entrance. His mom's head was poking out through the driver window and she looked furious.

"Get away from my husband you filthy ecto abomination!" she shouted as three mechanisms that all looked vaguely like guns popped out of the roof of the vehicle. There was a brief whirrr sound before the one in the middle shot out a green ecto beam that was much bigger that the ones Danny fired. It his the yeti square on and sent it flying across the room.

"Way to go Mo- uh, Maddie!" That was close. It was weird how easy it was to forget you were in someone else's body.

Maddie got out of the RV, a much bigger ecto-gun than the mini blaster Jack had been using in her hands.

"Jack, you drive the RV." She commanded running past him, her goggles blazing with determination. "I'm going to give this ghost a piece of my mind!"

Danny looked around the auditorium. Vlad was nowhere in sight. He turned his attention to the RV.

"Ok," he said to himself "I'm technically too young to drive, and Mom and Dad seem to have this handled, so I'm going to go find out where Vlad went."

With that, he invisibly flew out of his father. Danny hovered near the ceiling and watched the panicked Harry yell Jack out of his stupor. Jack shook his head and jumped into the RV, weapons blazing within seconds.

"Wow, I almost feel sorry for the yeti." Danny cringed. "I wonder if Vlad went back to his lab."

Danny phased through the ceiling and turned visible. Vlad was indeed there waiting for him, still in his ghost form. Danny would've been lying if he'd said he wasn't a bit intimidated.

"I assume Jack and Maddie have the situation under control down there?"

"Yeah, and all the guests are safe." Danny looked around. He felt a twinge of guilt at the sight of the smouldering tables. "Sorry about the damage to your lab." he said sheepishly.

"Why apologize? It's hardly your fault. And anyway this happens every other week. Comes with the 'ghost researcher' territory." Vlad grinned "Fourtunately, I am immensely wealthy."

Vlad stared at Danny for a minute. It made him a bit uncomfortable, but he wasn't really sure what to do. What do you do when you're a half-ghost, and you meet your parents estranged college friend who also turns out to be a half-ghost?

"So I suppose your parent's portal did this to you?" Vlad finally asked. Danny's eyes widened.

"I, uh, don't know what you mean..."

"You can give up the ghost Daniel, I know it's you." (:D)

Danny sighed. There was no escaping it.

"Yeah," he answered, rubbing the back of his neck "Sorry, I just, you're the first person- I mean, I've...never really told anyone before. They couldn't get it working at first. One day I went inside of it, I guess because I was curious. I was kind of running my hand along the wall and it...turned out that they had put the 'on' button on the inside."

Vlad paused for another moment.

"Yes, that does sounds like Jack and Maddie. Well, maybe more so Jack, but your mother has her moments." Vlad mused. "So you've been like this for about two months then, correct?"

Danny nodded.

"And, how did you, you know..."

"The proto-portal from college." Vlad raised an eyebrow playfully "Duh.

"So that means you've been a half-ghost for, what, twenty years?" Danny spun that information around in his brain. "Oh jeez, that's a long time! I can't believe that's even possible! I thought I'd be the only human with ghost powers ever! I never thought I could meet someone like me!"

"As did I." Vlad said "Of course I'd heard the rumours of a ghost-human hybrid in Amity Park. In fact, it was these very rumours that prompted me to hold this reunion. Thinking of Amity reminded me how long it's been since I'd seen Jack and Maddie, or anyone else from college, for that matter. Imagine my surprise when I see the fabled ghost-child, the only other member of my kind, floating through my very halls last night." Despite his regal composure, Vlad's tone was filled with excitement.

"Oh, uh, speaking of which," Danny said "sorry for attacking you last night."

"I believe it's the vultures you owe an apology to."

"The vultures?"

As if waiting to be mentioned, an angry ghost bird's head suddenly popped through the wall.

"Yea!" he screeched as two more heads popped out above and below him " 'Vere's our apology?"

"Hey!" Danny snapped "You're the one's who showed up looking to attack my family!"

"Ve did no such thing!" the lead vulture retorted, phasing his whole body into the room, his two friends following him.

"Ve vere only dere for invormation on da Venton's, ve never planned on attacking dem!"

"Well how was I supposed to know?" Danny shot back "Every single ghost I've ever met wants to either kill me or my friends."

"Well not all ghosts are evil, doncha' know?"

Danny turned around and saw a stout kingly-looking ghost floating a few feet away. He looked familiar...

"The Wisconsin Dairy King?" Danny said, remembering the painting in the entrance hall.

"Aye." the king answered jovially "I, fer instance, have been roaming these here halls fer centuries, not bothering a soul."

Danny blinked at him.

"What he's trying to say Daniel," Vlad cut in "is that, like humans, all ghosts have different motives and desires. You tend to only see the evil ones because they're the ones who go looking for trouble. The not-evil ones tend to mind their own business."

"And how can you be sure of that?" Danny asked.

"I've been dealing with ghosts for 20 years, Daniel. I've learned a thing or two along the way."

"Well, how do you know which ones are evil and which ones aren't?"

"Same as you do with humans."

Danny bit his lip pensively.

"It seems," Vlad said as a black ring formed around his waist, morphing him back into his human form "that you have a lot to learn about ghosts. Especially if you're going to continue in the business of keeping the malicious ones out of Amity Park. Even though I live quite far from you, I'd be willing to offer my support where I can, if you're interested."

Vlad finished his offer by holding a hand out. Danny shook it and morphed back to human as well.

"It's kinda nice, not being the only one." Danny smiled as he let go of Vlad's hand.

"Likewise, my boy." Vlad beamed back. "Now let's head back to the party. I'm sure your parents are looking for you."

"And you. My dad's probably already started crying about how 'the ghosts kidnapped his best friend'." Danny said as the lab door slid shut behind them.

"Awww," The Dairy King cooed. "T'wasn't that sweet".

"Ve still didn't get our apology." The lead vulture griped.

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"...and even if I did believe you, which I don't, why on earth would a ghost be a yeti?"

"I don't know Jazzy-pants. Your mother and I may be leading ghost experts, but there's still a lot we don't know. It's too bad the spook ran off, though. I'm sure we could've learned a great deal if we'd been able to examine that behemoth more closely!"

"Sweetie, all the other guests saw the ghost, too. Surely you'd believe over fifty eye witnesses."

"Sure." Jazz rolled her eyes "Why wouldn't I believe a bunch of drunk people who ran screaming from the room before they could even get a good look? There's not even enough proof for your friend Harry to write a decent story, and she's a professional journalist!"

Danny watched his parents and Jazz argue from the bottom of the mansion stairs. He'd known this was coming and did not want to get involved.

"I assume they don't know?" a voice said from behind. Danny turned around and saw Vlad standing behind him.

"No."

"Do you plan on telling them? Jack and Maddie are very loving people, you know they'd accept you, no matter what."

"Are you going to tell them?"

Vlad paused.

"Touché. I stand by what I said, but I won't push it."

The pair watched the argument by the RV ("...crowds can be susceptible to suggestion! A group of scared teenagers once managed to convince an entire town they were attacked by a giant alien that turned out to be nothing more than an owl!").

"I must say, it's rather nice having someone else who knows." Vlad said after a minute. "Well, someone who isn't a ghost. It's a shame you couldn't stay longer."

"Yeah," Danny sighed "but you know how my parents are. Can't stay away from their research too long. They didn't even change out of their jumpsuits for this trip."

"That's the Jack and Maddie I know. I wouldn't change them if I could." Vlad smiled. "Still, I'm sure we'd have had lots to talk about."

"Maybe...maybe you could come and visit sometime?"

Vlad made a strange face. It only lasted a second before it shifted back into his usual smile, although it wasn't as bright as before.

"Much like you parents, I would be remiss to leave my work for too long. Amity is quite a way's off from Wisconsin."

"Oh." Danny couldn't really hide his disappointment. A pensive look crept onto Vlad's face.

"Perhaps..." he hesitated. "I can't guarantee it'll work, and it would take some time to figure out, but now that your family has a portal, it could work as a much quicker route between our locales."

"Wait, really? How?"

"Well, the Ghost Zone doesn't follow the same logic as the human world. This, theoretically, could allow for faster travel between the two portals. However the Ghost Zone is also rather...difficult to navigate. Quite dangerous and confusing."

Vlad noticed the excitement on Danny's face.

"Now don't go getting your hopes up quite yet, Daniel. I can't truly guarantee there even is a quicker route via the Zone and, even if there is, it will take time to find."

Danny still felt pretty pumped at the possibility. He noticed a strange look on Vlad's face. It was hard to identify. It was like he was thinking about something that worried him. Danny wanted to ask him what was wrong, but that felt kind of awkward. He figured Vlad might not want to confide in some 14-year old he'd just met.

That being said, they were just about to leave and Danny wanted this visit to end on a happy note.

"Hey, um," Danny rubbed the back of his neck nervously, not sure how Vlad would respond to this "How long did it take you before you stopped accidentally phasing though stuff?"

Vlad laughed loudly.

"Goodness, I'd forgotten all about that. Oh, that was awful. I lost count of all the things I'd dropped my first few months as a ghost. I remember once, when I thought I'd finally gotten my powers under control, a dear archeologist friends invited me over to see her research. She let me hold a genuine Ming Vase and it slipped right through my hands!"

Danny's eyes went wide.

"Did it break?"

"Absolutely shattered. The only positive note was that she was too stunned to notice my hands were translucent. We never spoke after that. I assume she was angry, but, truth be told, I was too embarrassed to ever check if she'd forgiven me."

Danny figured it would only be fair if he shared an embarrassing story of his own.

"A few weeks ago, I asked the most popular girl in school to the dance, and my pants went intangible fell off right in front of her. Well, her and the whole school." Danny chuckled hesitantly. It had been an incredibly humiliating experience, but enough time had passed that he could see the humour in it.

Vlad laughed hysterically when he finished telling his story.

"And that is why I locked myself in a castle for twenty years. I honestly don't know if I could have survived if I'd gotten my powers as a teenager."

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the most obnoxious car horn.

"C'mon Danno, time to hit the road!"

Danny sighed. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't really have much choice.

"I hope I get to see you again soon." he said to Vlad as he made his way to the RV.

"As do I, little badger." Vlad replied, following.

Unbeknownst to them, the three vultures had been perched on the banister, invisibly eavesdropping.

"I hope he does visit the kid soon. If you ask me, dat guy could really use some more human vriends." the raspy-voiced one said once they were out of ear shot.

"Yeah, I haven't seen Vlad dat happy in a vile." the one with the glasses added.

"That Plasmius is vun tough egg to crack fellas." The leader said. "but who knows? Maybe dat kid really can get trough to him."

Danny climbed into the RV as his parents said their goodbyes to Vlad.

"Well, Vladdy, it was good to see you after all these years." Jack reached his arm out the window and wrapped it affectionately, but tightly, around Vlad's neck. "It's like nothing's changed!"

"Yes, indeed." Vlad said, shoving himself out of Jack's grip.

"It's a shame we didn't have more time to catch up." Maddie sighed. "We'll have to get together again real soon, Vlad. Maybe you can come down to Amity Park next time."

"Yeah, V-man! You wouldn't believe the ghost activity down there!"

"Oh, I gave up the ghost research long ago." Vlad waved his hand. "But a visit with the Fenton family does sound enticing. Whenever I can find the time, of course. You don't become as rich as I am by sitting around all day, after all."

They did that thing that adults do where they talk about nothing for forever after they tell you it's time to leave. Eventually, Jack rolled up the window, and they were off. Danny waved at Vlad from the back window. Vlad waved back as the RV went around a corner.

Once Vlad had disappeared from sight, Danny sat back in his seat, beaming. Jazz raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't say anything, instead cracking open a book

Danny felt lighter than he had in months.

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Twin Flames ❤️‍🔥 Part 8: Crooked Love In a Straight Line

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Summary: "It was no shock or surprise that Rafe was your lifeline. He always had been, since the very first night. But you’d often wondered what it was you did for him. How your chaos and turbulence could all be worth it to him."

Warnings: 18+ only!!! Cursing, alcohol, heavy intoxication, mentions of drug use, family tension, fighting, mentions of blood (slight), suggestive language, smut (towards the end)

Word Count: 9.2k

Notes: holy mother of god I cannot believe it’s taken me this long—I’m so fucking excited to finally be done with this! I’ve been looking at it so long I was starting to hate it. Pretty sure this might in fact be the first smut I ever wrote for TF 🥲 One of many big reveals happens! I’ve had this idea thought of and written for so long, it’s cool to see it come to life finally. (more to come on that…) FYI: You meet a new face in Part 9, maybe even 2 😇 enjoy, love you forever and let me know what you think!!!! Lastly, I feel like I may have missed adding people to the taglist, plz lmk if I did!!!!

A palpable change could be felt in the air over the coming weeks as an excited, frenzied spirit overtook the entire Kildare Island by storm.

You’d spent enough time on this island to be well acclimated to the social events and norms that took precedent nearly each week. Yet nothing could hold a flame to the literal chokehold currently placed on every single Figure 8 resident as the next looming yearly Kook event approached further.

That nervous energy had carried over to a certain ocean eyed, “Kook King” currently sitting across from you at the Island Club.

Rafe wasn’t even really eating, basically just toying the food around his plate, unable to stomach much until he finally asked his burning question.

You didn’t miss the way his eyes scanned over you expectantly every few seconds since the moment you sat down nor the way he kept fidgeting with the watch in his left wrist as he looked as though he were internally debating something important.

It took only one single meaningful glance at him, eyebrow quirked out of curiosity to get Rafe’s lips to open and the words to fall out. They catch you off guard all the same.

“Will you go to Midsummers with me?”

Your face scrunched in confusion, this is what had him on edge throughout all of lunch?

“The club event thing?”

Your mind flashes back, remembering pictures you’d seen of Rafe from last year in that pale blue suit that always made your insides squirm and your face heat up. He only nodded his head providing no further explanation to his request. You’d been to dozens of events this summer already, from charity dinners to galas to important luncheons— you name it. Yet not a single one permitted the necessary of a date.

Let alone that necessity of YOU being Rafe’s date.

“Is that the kind of thing you bring a date to?”

Rafe bites back his laugh at the question, the grand gesture of bringing a date to midsummers and its insinuation to the entire Figure Eight community totally lost on you.

She has no idea…

“Yes, it’s the kind of thing you bring dates to, Y/N”.

He offers you a warm smile as the air buzzes between the two of you.

Surely you had to feel that too, right?

Rafe can barely handle the look you shoot him, your whole face lighting up at your next words.

“You’re asking me out on a date…?”

Your voice fades into soft wonder. While your question may be rhetorical, he realizes in that moment how truly alike you are in that way— how similar the two of you can be. He wonders if you even realize you’re doing it? How you need to hear him say it, how the words themselves need to validate it for you. The exact same as he’s repeatedly asked of you.

He doesn’t miss the gulp you take when he replies with a confident “Yes”, trying to appear full of nothing but patience as his leg begins to shake under the table.

When your mouth starts to fall open, Rafe goes into full panic mode.

“I’ve taken you out on dates before, Y/N/N…” he scoffs with a laugh to let you know he’s trying to play along.

“Well yeah, no shit— but none of them had you sweating through your shirt just by—”

Your breath catches when you look up at him to see the vulnerability overshadow his facial features. Your playfulness, meant to lighten the room, tugged harshly at unknown insecurities now on full display before you as you falter.

Is he really that afraid you’re going to say no?

“Baby…”

It’s one single word yet it breaks through every hardened exterior Rafe’s been protecting himself with as his eyes are beg you for an answer.

“Rafe, baby, c’mon the last thing you’re ever going to have to do is beg me to let you take me out on a date—”

“Y/N…”

His voice is soft but stern and has a pleading tone to it that you didn’t expect, catching you off guard again as you try to smooth things over with your smart ass attitude and charm.

One look at him and you know— know he needs to hear it.

“Please…”

It’s one of those moments you know he’d probably rather die than show anyone else— vulnerable and emotions ripped open and out in display. But you also know his feelings are so intense and eating him up alive over this so bad that he needs to show someone— anyone or he’s going to burst.

For the briefest of seconds you have the forward thought that maybe Rafe does want to show these moments to others he just hasn’t figured out how. Maybe that’s what he’s begging to do right now.

It was no shock or surprise that Rafe was your lifeline. He always had been, since the very first night. But you’d often wondered what it was you did for him. How your chaos and turbulence could all be worth it to him.

Maybe this was it? Maybe this is what no one else in this world can show him but you.

You stand from the tall bar chair abruptly, your body beating your mind as it tries to catch up, your arms already reaching around his neck as he steadies you against him with wide eyes.

“Rafe Cameron, I would literally love nothing more than for you to take me to midsummers…with you.”

He catches the clarification at the end, matching your quirked brow.

“Under one condition—”

The thought of holding any part of Rafe’s feelings ransom right now seems ungodly— trying to take back your words immediately, fumbling for a second.

“Er— nope, a request actually…”

Your tone changes in a second flat and Rafe, having been here a thousand times before, should’ve known better as he fully succumbs to your attempts to seduce him with one single look.

“If you’ll humor me…”

You’re only an inch or two away now, staring down at his lips as you close the gap between you even further.

“Anything, Y/N/N…”

His response, the easy confession to give you whatever you want stirs your mind.

The look you give him is truly malicious, knowing whatever words are about to come from your mouth are gonna rattle his brain.

“Promise you’ll fuck my brains out in your truck after. Or during, whichever you prefer.”

He would’ve been stunned by your words if they hadn’t pulled at a distant memory in his brain somewhere.

“In my truck…? Why in my—”

He chokes back when the memories of him and Mackenzie Slater float to the surface of Midsummers last year in his truck— coked out of his mind and having his way with her.

Your grin is easy and playful but has a deep rooted sense of mischief that sends shivers down his spine.

“I literally had to listen to this bitch talk in vivid detail about how you ‘tore her to shreds’ last summer—”

If you weren’t so giddy and breezy right now Rafe would’ve surely thrown up.

In the middle of broad daylight— on the Island Club patio, he feels your hands on either side of his face before he feels you pull his bottom lip between your teeth, suckling on it enough to earn a moan from him before pulling back.

“So now, I’m going to tear you to shreds, baby boy.”

Emotions— each and every single one of them meant for you— come rupturing out of him as arguably one of the biggest grins you’d ever seen on him breaks out over his perfect face.

You swell with pride as he laughs, letting him sturdy you against him, playfulness radiating off of you and tugging at his heartstrings.

“What if it’s not my truck— what if it’s that locker room right over there?” He whispers deep into your ear as he points to the small buildings by the pool.

“As long as it’s close enough for her to hear, I don’t give a shit—”

“Fuck…”

He needs to relax— he can already feel his dick hardening against the light fabric of his golf shorts— but he fucking can’t when you’re saying things like that.

Playful or not, Rafe has hardly, realistically if ever, experienced you being jealous— and you’ve had plenty of reasons to be, given his history. Seeing it displayed in any fashion— seeing you needy and demanding of him— was doing determinantal things to his mind.

“You’re trouble…”

Your next words full on stun him, as he hopes to fucking god you’re right.

“No, I’m yours.”

Your phone goes off as you're making your way up the staircase of Tanneyhill, this time your intentions set to the other Camerons.

Kelce 🌶: plz god tell me u said yes to midsummers…

Kelce 🌶: I don’t think I’ve seen our boy this stressed since Ward fired him for a whole month last summer after all that shit went down

Y/N: wtf is the deal with midsummers?! People are literally losing their minds over this shit

Kelce 🌶: oh my sweet, sweet Y/N…

Kelce🌶: welcome to the Figure 8, dream girl! are you even surprised at this point?

Y/N: I don’t think anything can surprise me at this point

Kelce 🌶: never say never…

You can hear Sarah on the other side talking to Wheezie as you approach her bedroom door, not bothering to knock as you twist the handle.

“I should’ve just bought a dress when I was in Charlotte last weekend this is truly a nightm—”

“Oh, thank god!”

Wheezie jumps off the bed upon your arrival, almost throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation.

“Save me, Y/N— she’s lost it!”

She’s pointing at a bewildered Sarah, dresses thrown across her bed messily as she paces.

“Girl—”

You’re shaking your head, not bothering to scan her selections, already making your way to hang them back up in her closet, your tone stern in a “my best friend needs me or she’s going to go crazy” kind of way.

“How many times have we done this rodeo?! Quit stressing, you already know we are just gonna raid my closet and I’ll dress you. Stop panicking!”

“But—”

“Sarah! I’ve got you! When have I ever let you step foot out of this house without looking immaculate?”

“Ugh, you’re right…”

Wheezie throws you another impatient, helpless look.

“What the hell! I just said the exact same thing to you for the last half hour and you didn’t want to hear it—”

Sensing a classic Cameron sister temper tantrum in the early stages, you do your best to nip it in the bud.

“Why the hell are you so stressed out about it anyways?”

“It’s Midsummers!”

Sarah throws her words around like you’re supposed to know the significance behind them.

“Mid-fucking-summers” you mock her, “Jesus Christ, what is this thing? I feel like everyone in this town is losing it.”

“Sarah has a date!”

Wheezie’s eyes narrow at her older sister.

“But of course she’s being a bitch and won’t say who—”

“Wheezie!”

You don’t even bother trying to diffuse the situation at this point, sisters will be sisters, especially if your last name is Cameron.

“Wait, who is this mystery date?”

A tingly sense of deja vu hits you as you question her.

“It’s a…surprise, I don’t want—”

“A surprise?!”

Mystery date. Noah’s favorite cologne. His most expensive watch.

“Oh my God— it’s not my fucking brother is it?”

“What!?”

Sarah and Wheezie both nearly scream in unison, making you flinch backward at the loud sound.

“No!”

But Sarah’s cheeks are still burning crimson— she feels it too, knowing she’s giving away all her secrets with one blush.

“No way…”

You’re trying not to giggle but you can tell there’s something more to the surface there.

“It’s— not— Noah!!”

Sarah throws a pillow at your head in mock frustration.

“Alright, Jesus calm down! This thing has you almost as stressed as your brother…”

“Wait— what?!”

Wheezie drops her phone between her hands, hearing it hit the floor with a loud thud as Sarah’s jaw nearly hits the floor too.

“He asked you to Midsummers?!”

Sarah’s question seems rhetorical but when Wheezie blurts in you start wondering if there’s something you’re missing, a game that you’re not up to bat at yet…

“Wait, Y/N. Rafe like legit asked you to Midsummers with him?”

The pressure of his two little sisters staring at you like you have seven heads in response to their brother— who you’ve been openly hooking up with all summer and spending nearly every waking moment with— asking you out on a date— to a stupid kook event finally boils over.

“What the fuck is the deal with all of you?!”

“Have you lost your mind? You’re acting like he’s asking for my fucking hand in courtship or some dumbass—”

Yet when Sarah cuts in, it’s almost too obvious. Her words hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“Y/N! That’s exactly what he’s doing...”

The day rolls around fast, that looming stressful energy only getting greater by the second.

While this felt like any other chaotic day on the Figure Eight to you; the dozens upon dozens of texts from Sarah had proved otherwise.

Rafe had been pissed he couldn’t pick you up, but knowing the buttons he’d be pushing throughout the evening, he’d decided to play it cool when both your fathers demanded that each of you show up with your respective families.

“Show up”— being the key phrase that Rafe was willing to find a loophole.

Being a Cameron meant showing up ridiculously early to events such as these, always being the absolute picture perfect family, not a toe out of line…

Normally Rafe would have a hard time choking down the bullshit at events like these, but tonight his only intent is you. He barely hears his father drone on as he stands with Sarah and Wheezie at the front steps of the Island Club entrance.

“You don’t see their car yet do you?”

Sarah tries to ask casually but Rafe can tell there’s something off in his sisters voice.

“Why— nervous to see Noah?” Wheezie bites back quickly.

“I told you it’s not fucking Noah—”

“Then who the hell is—”

“Children—”

Ward's voice cuts off the youngest Cameron sibling as Rafe immediately wants to choke on the condescending tone dripping from his father‘s one word.

Ward takes an irritated look at his son, eyes scanning him from head to toe.

“What the fuck were you thinking wearing this?”

He doesn’t bother hiding his words from the rest of the family, Wheezie throwing her father an irritated look before lowly whispering at her feet.

“I think it looks great…”

Rafe, who’s insides are warmed at his sister's reassurance, is trying to remain calm, knowing silence will only irritate his father more. When he just shrugs his shoulders casually, Ward looks like he’s going to burst into flames.

“We’ll talk about this later.”

Rafe’s next words cause Wheezie’s irritated look at her father to turn to shock.

“Oh I’m sure we will...”

Everyone just stands there, Rafe letting an accidental laugh fall from his lips as his father just stands there bewildered but fuming, not yet used to the resistance from his eldest child.

Unsure if he’s going to punch him in the face or not, Rafe braces for either option, body settling when he sees Ward take a deep breath and look to his other children.

“We are going to start lining up now— go ahead and stand behind myself and Rose—”

It’s at that moment Rafe sees the large SUV pull up, spotting your driver immediately. His heart races when he sees him get out and make his way over to the back door, watching your father get out first, followed by Zach.

“I’m not walking in with you guys…”

Rafe’s positive his father looks like he’s about to have a heart attack but he’s not even looking in Ward’s direction to confirm it— not paying him the slightest attention anymore, hearing Sarah’s voice instead, eyes hyper focused at catching the exact moment you stepped foot out of that car.

“Neither am I…”

Whatever his fathers reaction was, he didn’t catch it, his feet already taking a step toward, Sarah trailing just behind him as he sees Noah stick his hand out and watches yours latch onto it.

Noah’s firm hand helps you out of the car as you straighten your dress, a warm fuzzy feeling washing over you immediately after you step out, knowing only one thing… Rafe’s eyes are on you.

You’re twisting around, eyes scanning the entrance until you’re met with the most brilliant, breath taking shade of blue. Shock washes over your body, as you for once aren't describing Rafe’s eyes…

Your legs are no longer moving yet he’s still getting closer to you, his own closing the distance when yours fail to work.

So many thoughts compete for dominance in your weak brain. Like how you know Rafe is more than aware this was going to piss off Ward, how you know it’s going to majorly draw attention and most importantly, how you know how badly he wanted to wear it.

As your eyes scan up and down every single inch of him, you have the same thought seeing the suit on Rafe as you did that day in the store when he’s taken you shopping; how it was literally made to be ripped off of him.

The same exact deep turquoise suit you’d pointed out to him that day he’d closed down the entire store to make all of your wildest dreams come true, the brilliantly bright shade catching your eye and doing wicked things when picturing your tall, handsome boy within it. The same exact suit now fitted perfectly to every inch of his skin. As he smiles at you, that beloved strand of hair falls onto his eyelashes and you know you’re a goner.

The feeling shoots straight down and you can feel your pussy start to actually tingle. The dress you’d worn had required no panties from you— causing the pool already forming between your legs to soak down your thighs, breath hitching as you felt it drip down lower and lower…

It was going to be a long night.

That’s the same exact thought Rafe is having as he looks down at you, shades of white and gold making him melt into you, the white feather boa dangling from your elbows making his already fragile mind wander…

“Well fuck— you clean up nice eh, Boy Wonder?” Noah throws a nod in Rafe’s direction.

The words come tumbling out of your mouth so fast they’re almost hard to make out.

“This fucking suit looks incredible on you! I knew you’d lov—”

“Not as incredible as this dress I’m going to tear off you later—”

The promise of your earlier request— hoping and praying he’ll tear it to shreds.

His finger glides along your hip before his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss, not giving shit that your lip gloss now stains his face.

“Okay chill—”

Noah scoffs, looking away from you, training his eyes on Sarah, maybe for a little too long.

“I’m right the fuck here—”

Sarah just laughs. “You think they care?”

“They should care—”

“Get the fuck out!”

Kelce, already heavily tranced into his typical fun loving ‘I don’t give a fuck kind of attitude’ comes stumbling into view, Topper not far behind him, goofy eyed and sporting a lob sided grin you know too well. They were far from sober.

“Dream girl, who told you that you could show up to this fine establishment looking so beautiful, hmm?”

Kelce reaches a hand out to you, only to be swatted away harshly by Rafes, his death glare making him falter.

“Baby gir— ow fuck, your man’s ain’t playin tonight is he?”

“Watch it, Kelce—”

Topper grins further at Rafe, sensing his annoyance, the drink in his hand sloshing around dangerously as he eyes his friends outfit cautiously.

“Bro— what the hell are you wearing? I spotted you a smile away in that color—”

You catch Rafe’s eye right as he sees the twinkle form in yours.

“It looks so sexy on him, doesn’t it?” You question the group, looking googly eyed at Rafe, unwilling to help how happy and proud of him that he was slowly, on his own time, allowing others around him to see the real him.

Topper fake wretches, earning a laugh from Noah.

“They’re fucking disgusting, right?”

Your smart ass response back to your brother is cut off by his loud cat whistle, causing everyone to whip their heads towards the sound.

“Speaking of sexy…damn, Sid—okay—”

Your head snaps up, catching the moment Sid steps out into view looking like something out of a runway fashion show, his bright eyes piercing when matched with the darker shades of his suit.

You’re blinking rapidly in Rafe’s grasp, trying to decipher if your eyes are playing tricks on you.

“What’re you doing here? I told you I’d be fine tonight, I don’t need you standing guard at—”

When Sid’s arm slides gracefully behind Sarah’s back, eyes bashfully coming up to catch his gaze, your words begin to trail, the loose ends quickly coming together as you try to make sense of it in your brain.

“I’m here on other obligations, actually…”

Topper— be it the alcohol or the arrogance is the first to speak up.

“THAT'S your date?”

The way he says it leaves a tone of bitterness that can only be reflected at such events. You hear him scoff as he brings his drink back up to his lips.

“Bet Wards gonna fucking love that…”

“That’s the plan…”

The dreamy quality to Sarah’s voice matches her bright smile as she looks almost too mischievously up at Sid, a toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth as you watch her eye it closely, so close in fact you swear you can hear each and every one of her thoughts as you loudly clear your throat.

“Uh—”

“We are gonna go line up, we’ll see you inside, okay?”

Before any of you can respond, Sarah’s grabbing Sid’s arm purposefully, leading him up the staircase, not before giving you a clear “I’ll fill you in later, promise” look over her shoulder as she departs.

You’re lost wondering what they’re up to when Rafe squeezes your sides.

“We should follow.”

You watch as Kelce hits Topper on the arm knowingly, swearing you hear a “Good luck, bro” from him. Your eyes furrowed in confusion as Noah clocks the whole thing, snickering loudly at your rarely oblivious nature.

He backs away, not before whispering an eager “you got this— don’t choke” in your ear, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head when they snap to his, full of confusion.

The look on your face only makes him laugh harder, giving Rafe a pat on the back and a small wink as a final departure.

Before you can get too lost in the confusion of the last few minutes, his hands are guiding you with ease up the steps, cradled into his arms. You pretend not to notice when he falls back a few feet to pull his phone out and snap a picture of you walking up them.

Yet the “Hey, dream girl” he calls out to you, makes you halt, sending shivers up your spine as you turn to meet the lens with a smile at the exact perfect moment.

Rafe only looks down at the photo for half a second— he already knows it’s perfect— before returning the phone to his pocket, arms coming out to cradle his favorite thing in the world between them again: you.

The sun is at the perfect spot, catching that magnificent golden hour glow, the clouds eliminating those beautiful shades of pink and orange, keeping the stars safe for the time being.

There’s something about the way Rafe’s hands are touching you, like he’s never going to be able to get enough of you. He’s holding you like he never wants to let go.

You see the huge crowd of people outside through the glass windows and he leads you into the hall, joining the small line as a Island Club Society worker leads you to where you need to be.

There’s only a few people in front of you but your mind can’t focus on that, only on the man on your other side.

You feel him bring his lips down onto your shoulder, holding them there till you release a large breath that nearly turns into a whimper.

Another step forward as the line in front of you grows shorter, now waiting outside on the deck, the worker usherly you expertly into place, feeling the small breeze on your face, catching all of your friends in the crowd as they look up at you.

But it’s not just them— nearly every single person in the crowd is looking up at the two of you, making you freeze in horror until you feel his arms pull you closer into him, into the safest space you’ve ever known, his voice making you gaze up at him.

His fingers come out to gently graze your cheek, the twinkling lights and golden hour glow hitting your eyes just perfectly and he swears you look like a fucking angel— until he hears your perfectly sassy response.

“What, are you gonna kiss me in front of all these people, Cameron?”

The playful, seductive tone you’re using just bounces right off Rafe’s shield, and when he looks at you dead in the eyes, looking right into your soul— you know.

“Baby…”

There’s commotion all around you both—the electric buzz of the evening, music playing in the background, guests cheering for the couple now entering directly before you two.

True to everything Rafe Cameron has ever shown you, the second he looks at you—it all comes to a complete crashing halt, obliterating everything in the world but the two of you standing there.

When his mouth moves and he begins to speak, his words tattoo your skin with a promise.

“I’m yours, Y/N. From this moment forward, I want there to be no mistake on where I stand or what this is…what you are to me.”

As all of the air leaves your lungs, you can only think one single thing: “Holy fuck, this is it…”

“I’m in. All in. For real…no fucking games. Not with you. Ever.”

As if the act of walking through this stupid threshold at the Island Club was not a statement enough— it’s Rafe, and he needs to say it.

“You’re mine, Y/N.”

There they were. The words you were finally willing to accept that you’d been begging to hear from him since the moment you stepped foot on this island. Yet you couldn’t explain why you felt like you’d been begging for it since long before even then, long before the moment he caught you off guard months ago.

Your mouth falls open, not at all registering that there’s no longer people in front of the two of you, that it’s just the open air exposing you to the hundreds of guests in attendance, yet it’s still only him you can see.

Holy shit he’s going to do it…

You hear the speaker at the podium announce both of your names at that exact moment, Rafe’s eyes never leaving you as he grins and leans in.

“Yeah, I’m gonna kiss you now, Y/N/N...”

His leg expertly fiddles with yours for only half of second, making you feel like you’re losing your footing but really you’re just falling back into Rafe’s arms as he dips you back, his lips giving you the most tender kiss of a lifetime as the crowd goes wilds at your entrance.

When he pulls back you’re staring into those ocean blue orbs that you know will hold you down set you free forever if you let them.

The next minute he’s guiding you down the steps, not missing the eyes of eye single person in town staring between you and Rafe, not missing the whispers as you passed, your boy shooting you a wink as he squeezes your hand— no doubt hearing them too but making every single thing that has led to this moment worth it.

After all the guests have been properly announced but before dinner can start everyone in attendance is required to do the typical Figure Eight rodeo— the bullshit and arrogance of making the rounds at an all time high.

Rafe doesn’t let you go far— not that you’re even remotely trying to be elsewhere— happily glued to his side all evening.

The course of pleasantries takes you towards a circle enclosing your fathers and eldest brother entirely too quick— not missing the murderous looks they’re each throwing both of you.

“Rafe, my boy!”

One of your fathers clients ushers him over, Rafe’s tight grasp around your waist bringing you along with him as Zach rolls his eyes.

“Your father was just telling me about the deal you signed last week over in Williamston, pretty big move, son!”

Wards grinning at Rafe but it’s sickly and you can tell it’s actually paining him to do so, especially with you pinned to his sons side.

“Thank you, Sir. I’m pretty pleased with how it all turned out.”

Before anyone else can say another word, your father makes his presence known, loud and clear.

“Well, get ready, that was one of thousands. Small fish in a big pond…”

He says it so casually but you know his words mixed with the look your fathers shooting Rafe— one that says he looks at him as nothing more than a fly in his grasp— you know it’s meant to knock him down a beg.

But Rafe never flinches.

“Harold…I know you just met my son, Noah—”

Your fathers eyes sulk to you now, his bourbon grasped firmly in the same hand gesturing towards your figure.

“This is—”

Rafe Cameron also never misses.

Rafe flashes his cockiest smile he can muster towards the elder man, voice cutting through your fathers with such ease and just enough malice to effectively cut him off.

“Mr. Reynolds’s—”

Rafe’s voice is the proudest you’ve ever heard it, his arm tucked securely around your waist as he pulls you in front of him, showing you off like you’re the greatest thing in the entire world.

“This is my girlfriend—”

Zach chokes on his drink, coughing loudly but all of the men aren’t paying attention, instead hanging onto Rafe’s every word.

“Y/N Y/L/N…”

When your fathers eyes glaze over, Rafe takes one look up at him, holding firm in his stance, holding firm on you, holding firm on you trying to let his eyes do the talking.

I’ll never let you take her from me…ever

“It’s nice to meet you sir…”

Your hand comes up to shake Mr.Reynolds as he eyes between the two of you knowingly, eagerly taking your hand and holding it for a moment.

“Well I’ll be damned! I was just overhearing from another guest in attendance about some helluva speech the two of you put on a few weeks ago. Heard you both had the donors eating out of your hands so hard, you nearly tripled the projections. Heard your fathers had a field day!”

“So much for a small fish in a big pond—”

Mr.Reynolds winks over at Rafe and you’re waiting for the glass to shatter within your fathers hands, watching the way the muscles in his hand tighten.

Much to every other person's dismay, he’s all too eager to continue on singing both your praises until none other than Rose Cameron interjects the circle— the most unlikely hero— letting you all know dinner is about to begin.

Being Rose, she reads the tension immediately, eyes easily settling on you as the source of dismay as the speaker at the podium kindly asks guests to find their seats at their respective tables.

“Ayo— dream giiiiiiiiiiirl—”

As if on queue, Kelce’s slurred voice howls into the air, his arm lobbing over Rafe’s shoulder but he’s pointing at you, unlike Rose, not reading the room at all in the slightest bit— alcohol radiating off his breath.

“Bitch—What did I tell you about yo fine ass ‘bout comin in here lookin so—”

This time it’s Rose's voice to harshly cut him off, Rafe just laughing loudly at his friend's inebriation and his step mothers clear outward frustration and personal offense to it.

“Kelce Smith!”

As you watch Kelce’s lazy gaze make their way toward Rose’s beyond irritated figure, that “try me” kind of smile you know all too well from your friend by now, you know it can only mean trouble.

“Aww, C’mon now, Rose— don’t be like that sweetheart, I know you like it when I—”

Your shrill laughter cuts through the air the same moment Ward takes a step forward. Rafe, choking on his own laughter, pulls his friend back a few feet out of precaution as Rose covers her husband, taking a dangerous step in your direction as she hisses out her command.

“Seats! Now! All of you…”

None of you wait a second further, still trying your best to contain yourselves as Rafe balances Kelce over one shoulder and you on the other.

“What man? Rose might be a fucking cunt— but she’s a hot one.”

Rafe’s just shaking his head, pretending not to hear your fits of giggles as you finally find the rest of your friends at your designated table.

Rafe plops Kelce down in the seat next to Topper—the famous drunkest duo of the evening— both of them literally fist bumping as Kelce nearly knocks over his water glass— before seating him and yourself between Sarah and Noah.

All throughout dinner, he’s making eyes at you. His little touches sending shockwaves throughout every cell in your body.

The way his arm stays over the back of your chair the entire time. The way his fingers make their way to the back of your neck, kneading at the flesh there just enough to make you want to roll your head back into his grasp. The way his other hand sometimes pinches at the side of your waist affectionately whenever he laughs at one of Toppers dumb jokes or begins to tell Logan an animated story. The way his eyes dance over your features every few seconds, each time taking in different parts of you, watching as his eyes linger at his favorite parts: every single inch. The way his lingering gaze makes your legs clench under the table as your earlier promise buzzes through your mind, body electrified in anticipation.

You’re so caught up in Rafe, your friends keep having to pull you back into the conversation happening around the table, your usually bubbly and engaged presence entirely elsewhere.

“Y/N, hello!”

“Sorry, what?”

Eyes prying themselves from Rafe’s hungry gaze as Topper repeats himself, pointing toward Sarah.

“I was telling everyone about the family trip to the Bahamas…”

Rafe’s heart skips a beat for a second— his usual dreaded fear of the inevitable, yet this time feeling nothing but purpose instead of dread at the mention, fate having a funny way of working itself out.

This is it…he can feel it.

“My cousin and I managed to sneak away for a bit one night to find that club Sarah mentioned.”

“Oh my god, no you did not!” Sarah’s eyes are shooting you daggers. “I couldn’t even remember the name of the place, how did you—”

“And no wonder you two idiots—” he’s pointing between you and her now “almost didn’t make it back in one piece— that place is a fucking shit hole. I don’t even know how you—”

“But Topper how the fuck did you actually find it, all I said was what color the building was and that it was on the northern shore of the island.”

“Well there’s your first mistake Princess, it’s not on the northern shore—”

Yet it’s Rafe’s voice who makes the clarification, knowing— with a hellfire bent feeling deep in his bones that this is it— this is the moment.

“It’s on the eastern side of the island actually…right behind that old warehouse.”

You hear the words leave his mouth but it takes a moment for your brain to tell your body to actually move your gaze to his, for your brain to even function really.

“Oh my god…”

Your voice is hollow— stopping any other conversations at the table.

Yet the second you lock eyes with him, fate answers your most haunting question— for one horrific second, all of your walls come threatening to crumble down at the long awaited truth— yet that can’t be possible— because the answer is your dream boy, your safe space, your boyfriend. The answer— now staring right back at you with that famous soul touching depth— was Rafe.

“It was you…”

Realization— waves and waves of it— come crashing down on you as gravity wills you to keep breathing— to keep searching his eyes for answers to the loose strings.

He’s smirking at you now and his own eyes are shooting straight through you.

You know. You fucking know it was him

“Holy shit, Rafe...”

Hearing the tremble in your voice, his finger comes up to caress your cheek as it reddens, watching your eyes already threaten to spill over with tears.

“Shhh, baby—”

Sarah— too stunned to speak, sits there with her hand fully covering her mouth now hanging agape as Noah finally catches on, sharing the same shocked expression as her.

“Holy fucking shit, Y/N/N…“ running a hair through his perfectly slicked back locks, causing a a few strands to fall out of place, unable to find the words.

“It was YOU?!” Sarah finally manages to choke out— nearly shouting at her brother.

The table around you has come to halt but it’s just you and Rafe. His finger is still on your cheek and he doesn’t give a shit that there’s a dozen eyes on him as he chooses where to begin, never taking his eyes off you for a single second, the buzz of the evening a constant thrum in the background.

His thumb gently grazes your cheek bone, eyes boring into yours with such intensity— with such admiration— quietly willing you to trust him— the same as you had done the very first night as he finally lays out his truth.

“You were the drunkest I’ve ever seen you—”

You winced painfully at his brutal right off the bat honesty, easing instantly as words continued to tumblr out of his mouth like silk.

“I finally got you in the truck…asked me at least fifteen times if I was a predator and to please not kill you—”

(another huge wince from you—mixed with a snort of laughter from Noah—hearing it like he’s thousands of light years away)

“Told you over and over again that I knew Zach and your dad but you were relentless…”

Panic. That’s all you could feel. Scared—terrified even of where this was going, knowing your history and the fact that you remember literally nothing from this memory he’s telling you— that fateful night in the Bahamas all those years ago with Sarah.

Rafe’s voice sounds like he’s an another planet—truthfully he is— his memory taking him to the night he met the girl in front of him— the night his life changed forever.

“I don’t think I’d laughed that hard in a long time. You were so effortlessly…annoyingly—funny. Then just as quick as you came into my truck you hopped out…Turned around to look me dead in the eyes and said ‘You’re a sweet boy, Rafe Cameron’ and strode on into the house…”

His thumb brushes over your lips now and you swear you can see angels behind him.

“And I knew…the moment those words left your mouth that I didn’t stand a fucking chance…”

The look on his face is the kind that people wrote movies about. It's the kind of look that moves mountains—that defies gravity. It’s the kind of beauty that burns so brilliant it can melt you at the slightest touch. And if you were being brutally honest, you would let this man stare at you forever if it meant getting to be under his brilliant blue gaze that so intensely lit up your entire world.

Your jaw was gaping open, heart beating the fastest it ever had as his words hang in the air— as a missing piece of your puzzle comes together— as your brain feels like it’s going to begin to melt down.

Sarah, the other culprit of that fateful evening, is the one to finally break the tension, her voice a low hum against the evening happening behind them as Sid eyes you wildly next to her.

“Rafe—who the…”

Her brain seems to be breaking down too as she tries to get words out, failing miserably.

“What the actual fuck…?!” She takes one more helpless look at you and before turning around and snapping her fingers for a server. “I— we need more alcohol, please! Immediately!”

You’re finally able to break your gaze away from Rafe, swallowing deeply only to loom up to see Topper who looks like he got hit in the head. Part of you wants to laugh at the look of pure bewilderment of him face but then realize you more than likely—more like without a doubt— yours looks the exact same.

YIKES.

Voices begin to fill the air, your friends all beginning to speak at once but you can’t hear them— can’t think straight as your center of gravity shifts, leaving you off balance.

Rafe, always sensing every little detail, is already clearing his throat, standing swiftly from his chair, offering you his hand.

“I think it’s time for a dance, don’t ya think?”

He sees you begin to tremble, can see the crease lines in your brow as you look up at him— only to be met with that patient, guiding smile— the only telling you everything's okay— the one only he can give you.

Sensing that you need reassurance, he bends down to kiss the skin just above your jaw before grabbing ahold of your hand firmly and guiding you up from the table.

“C’mon sweetheart—”

That’s the thing about Rafe, he always knows what you need, most times without having to say it. And while you’d felt that connection from the moment you’d met him, it’s never surprised you how quickly it came on— how quickly you were willing to trust him and let him in within just a few short months— no short feat given your long history.

But it hasn’t been months. It’s been years… and the weight of the reality of that seems to be crushing you from the inside out.

Yet as Rafe turns you toward him, not even realizing the two of you had reached the dance floor, your perspective slowly begins to shift with each passing second.

His hands— the same hands that have touched you thousands of times this summer— the same hands you’re now realizing that pulled you into his truck that night in the Bahamas— guide you into position as he effortlessly moves you throughout the dance floor.

“Say something, Y/N/N…”

“Rafe I—”

You want to say something, many things actually—

“It was you—”

He goes to open his mouth again but now your thoughts are more concise, words jumbling out of your mouth at a rapid pace.

“Why didn’t you— I mean, were you going to— my dad was so pissed that night— I couldn’t—”

Rafe laughs, the sound still holding you just as secure as his words and actions.

“Yeah, mine wasn’t too thrilled either…”

Your heart stops.

“Ward knows?”

“Of course he knows. He kind of saw straight through my bullshit once—”

“How?”

Rafe pauses, choosing his next words carefully.

“My, uh… my hands…”

Those same hands…

“They were pretty bloody…”

You’re not sure which part you’re grappling with more— the fact that Ward, whose life has become far, far too entangled with yours for various reasons has known the truth about your first encounter with Rafe this entire time— or the fact that yet another truth to your story that night has been revealed, the part you’d been terrified and riddled with guilt and worry since the moment you’d woken up that following morning and couldn’t remember a single thing— Rafe’s bloody hands.

He watches the horror flash across your face, his next words determined to put you at ease, to wash away any worry he’d known you’d harbored of that night.

“Nothing happened to you, I promise.”

“…because you—”

Another question screams through your mind, just now burning to know, wondering if this should’ve crossed your mind when initially you’d found out minutes ago.

“Why were you even there?”

His eyes burn brightly into yours, giving you your answer without a trace of guilt.

“The same reason you were…”

It takes only a moment. The reason you’d gone to the club. The connect Sarah thought he had.

The cocaine.

You’re not sure how Rafe knows that you’d gone there for coke, likely another part of your brief counter that will be explained in due time.

“Your hair was a bit darker— you were wearing that tiny ass black dress, your hair pinned back. Your nails were this bright neon color…”

The details he’s recounting take you back to that night, back to standing in that parking lot— your last memory as you hear a group of people laughing directly behind you.

“And ya know, for a girl— no offense— very clearly in distress you were fiercely stubborn—”

“Oh god, what did I say?!”

But Rafe’s still looking at you like the sun shines out of your ass— like he’s never seen anything as amazing as you.

“Well you kept calling me Ryan…”

You laugh, a real cackling kind of laugh that makes him melt, knowing he’d bring you back to earth eventually.

“You were annoying and funny and perfect and it was the first time I ever—”

Rafe struggles for a second, truly struggles to find the words to explain what changed that night.

“I don’t know— I don't know how to explain it. I pulled you into the truck and the second your mouth started running, I truly couldn’t handle it for a second. Y/N, you have literally been driving me wild from the moment I met you. And I know I should’ve told you but—”

The look he’s giving you is foreign, touching a new part of your soul like you’re discovering it for the first time together.

Rafe pulls himself together to say the words, no matter how exposed it’ll leave him, no matter how hard he has to lay his entire heart and soul on the line, no matter how vulnerable and susceptible that makes him.

“Y/N… in twenty minutes you were able to— fuck, I don’t think I can truly explain what you did to me that night. I didn’t think pulling you into my truck that night would change my life completely but it did. And from that fucking moment— fuck, I don’t even care Y/N/N, it’s the truth. You found a way into my head and you’ve been home there ever since. And since then, I’ve felt like a hurricane has come through my life— like nothing has been balanced or in place…like nothing has seemed right in my life…”

“Until you stepped foot on this island this summer…”

“And I fucking knew— I knew the moment you looked up at me on the golf course that day after giving Noah that ridiculous fucking car and I saw the smallest hint of recognition— of something in your eyes—”

“Rafe…”

“I knew, some fucking way, be it some kind of twist of fate or just pure luck…I knew somehow you felt it too.”

All of the weight from earlier feels non existent, feeling as though you’re floating high in the clouds as your words from earlier swim through your head again, this time causing the most beautiful smile to cross your face as you speak them out again, your hands coming up behind Rafe’s neck to cradle his head between them.

“It was you…”

And then fate's final seal.

“It’s always been me…”

He kisses you in that blinding, knee weakening way that only he can, not giving a shit that people are liking staring.

When he pulls away, you swear you see him wink at the DJ as the song shifts. When the beat starts and Rafe begins slowly whispering the lyrics into your ear, you swear you can feel a part of your soul leaving your body, permanently attaching itself to him. Rafe mother fucking Cameron. That part of you now irrevocably forever, irreversibly his, until time stood still.

Shouldn’t this scare the shit out of you? Shouldn’t this type of commitment that you’ve ran away from your entire life absolutely terrify you? Instead, why does this feel like you’re finally coming up for air, feeling as though you’re able to really breathe for the first time in too long?

In the middle of chaos it felt like Rafe Cameron was throwing you a lifeline. A shot at a better evening—yes. But beyond that— a glimpse into how different life could be, filled with the beautiful, genuinely raw energy only he was capable of showing you and in turn inspire within you.

A glimpse into a life of your own.

He looks down at you with the purest look of complete adoration, his gaze so intense your knees could give out. You have to mentally will yourself to stay standing. His stare at you is enough to knock you dead. You wonder how many women have made it out alive under the same pretenses before realizing……none have. It’s just you. Only you. Only you forever.

The rest of the night is filled with longing glances, little touches that speak volumes, stealing you away a few times to push you up against one of the dimly lit back walls to put his mouth and hands all over you, meant to hold you both over until you can finally slip away and hold to to his promise.

After what seems like forever, Rafe hand is finally pulling you out into the parking lot.

“I know I made you a promise—” his hands all over you yet again, “but I really just want to take you home, baby—”

Yet you only make it to the back of the Island Club parking lot— Rafe’s hand already between your legs, losing his fucking mind at how wet you are— before he’s throwing the truck in park.

“Mmm— fuck! Rafe, baby…”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N—”

“I need you so bad, Rafe—”

You barely process that he’s parked that truck as he reaches over across the center counsel to grab the handle on the side, the seat immediately snapping down so you’re fully horizontal. He’s across the center and on top of you faster than you thought capable for how tall he is.

And even quicker, he’s in you before you can process that he’s pulled your dress up to your hips until you hear his voice in your ear, feeling him slide deep in you, reveling in how perfectly he was stretching you out while in this position.

“Fuckkkkk, YN. You’ve been driving me crazy all night…”

He’s so deep in you now you can barely breathe.

“Me? You’ve been the one fucking teasing me the whole time…”

You try to pout back as your head is ponded back into the seat.

“Ohhhhh my god. This is all I was thinking about through dinner. All night—Rafe, I….”

You feel the word vomit coming on so you crash your lips to his to silence yourself.

“I know baby girl I’m sorry I couldn’t help it—” he lets out a loud moan “This goddamn dress.”

He manages to pull the straps down, freeing your nipple so he can pinch it roughly between his fingers, the feeling sending shock waves straight to your core. A near scream comes out of your mouth and he does absolutely nothing to quiet you down, the sounds you’re making inflating his head in ways he didn’t think possible. Only you could make him feel like this.

“Oh my god YN, I’m….”

“Please god don’t stop, Rafe” as your fingers tug harshly at his hairline, blonde locks entwined between them, grip tight, never wanting to let go.

“Never.”

He moans again and you swear you’re losing your mind, this man being sexiest thing ever without even fucking trying. He fully brings you back to reality with his next statement…

“You’re the only thing I’ve ever really wanted YN... and I want you so. fucking. bad.”

His hips thrust perfectly into yours with each word, never missing a beat, hitting you so incredibly deep from the angle your bodies are smashed together, trying to get impossibly closer.

You whine deeply at the admission. Unable to help the pool of arousal that’s about to soak out of you. He feels it too as you begin clenching so tight around him, his eyes roll to the back of his head for a second and the sight alone is enough to make you nearly cum. You’re so close, you both know it.

“I’m yours Rafe. Only yours. Please”

Your lips crash back to his but only for a second as your orgasm rips through your entire body, harsh moans leaving your throat as you register Rafe screaming your name. Your response clearly setting him over the edge as well. You each take a few seconds to come back to your senses, the air buzzing around you, faint humming sound surrounding all your senses.

You realize your hands are still tightly clenched in his now sweaty hair. As you release them Rafe begins trailing kisses up your neck. You turn your head so your lips are nearly touching, eyes locked.

As he looks deep into you, he feels it again...that invisible string. That silent pull you seem to have, with one look, begging him to say it again without speaking a single word. When the words start coming out you’re confident that no man has or will ever be able to read you like Rafe Cameron.

“I meant what I said YN.”

He places another kiss on your jaw and then allows his ring clad index finger to take his lips place, fingers gliding down frustratingly slow, stirring your insides yet again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so bad in my life.”

His words melt every single piece of ice that has frozen you over the last year, replacing it with a feeling you can’t recognize.

The feeling of really, truly, officially being his.

“I told you, Cameron. I’m yours. Pretty sure I’ve been yours since the moment I walked onto this stupid fucking island..”

He laughs at the thought but deep down he knows, knows you’ve been his long before that.

You both know now…He feels it too, he’s felt it from The Very First Night.

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