#hes my whole fucking WORLD i adore that blue/green shading she does with his hair in some pieces. hoough colors........ .

[goldiipond]

these two images are strong contenders for the prettiest ray demizu has ever drawn

#skye's ramblings #hes my whole fucking WORLD i adore that blue/green shading she does with his hair in some pieces. hoough colors........ . #actually getting emotional over his smiile in the second one idk theres just. something about it. i want to hold him in my hands #might make one of these my icon .. don transgenderism will always be the most realest thing ever in the world but. i am craving new image <3 #hoough im having a moment again guiys i love him soo fucking much. i am going to become a danger to myself and others

[xeulousluv]

Almost

AN: Hello everyone, I am fairly new to posting on this app, so therefore I am still learning how to use it. Hehe :) Anyways, I hope you are having a great day!

Warning: Nothing really, maybe a little bit of angst? 

Zayn and Y/n broke up and all he’s left with are the videos she took during their senior year of high school.

September 1st, 2010: 

The camera was set up in her hand as she was slightly fixing her hair, a huge smile plastered on her makeup covered face. He always thought she looked better without makeup, but sometimes you couldn’t beat the insecurities. 

“Here we are, the first day of senior year! How are we feeling, Zayn?” 

Next to her stood himself, a much younger version of himself. Two years to be exact. He was almost unrecognizabel, with his usual high school attire adoring his body. A white tee-shirt, black skinny jeans, and not to mention his varsity football jacket hanging off of his shoulders. She looked lovingly at her boyfriend, her eyelashes beating against the softness of her rounded cheeks. 

“I’m ready to get out of here, the last three years were the upmost worst years of my life.” Zayn spoke truthfully, he hadn’t expected to make it past the ninth grade, but with the help of Y/n, he managed to make it all the way to his graduating year. Y/n gave him an offended look before responding, “Hey! If it weren’t for these last three years, you would’ve never met me, let alone had the courage to talk to me. Am I really that bad?” 

She laughed out while speaking, all so he knows that she is joking and would never accuse him of thinking such things. Though, he was already two steps ahead of her and was laughing along at her sad attempt of looking offended. “Of course not, baby. You are what kept me going.” With that, Zayn kissed her temple and she let out a small giggle before stopping the camera. 

September 5th, 2010:

Random small talk was heard on the computer sitting in front of Zayn, before her face showed with a bright glow. She was so beautiful it almost hurt. She was laughing at something her friend Emery said, though it was completely inaudible, he just let the smile take over his face hearing her laugh again. 

“I don’t exactly know why I turned this on, but hello! We successfully made it through the first week of school, and let me just say, it was not fun. The teachers still hate me.” Again, Y/n laughed towards the camera. 

“I remember this one time last year when Mr. Lambert threw me out of class because I wouldn’t stop laughing. In my defence, he was talking about the safety of condoms and Zayn kept mocking him. That was a detention worth going to.” Zayn remembered that day clearly. He sat to the left of Y/n, Mr. Lambert’s first mistake, and would whisper in her ear how he would show her the proper way to wear a condom when they got to her house that night. To say he did end up showing her was an understatement. 

The camera then turned to her friend before she continued on with what she was saying, “Anyways, Emery here, has informed me about this back to school party for seniors at Anthony Stilettos house. So, we are heading to the mall so we can get a nice looking outfit for tonight. I’ll see you guys later!”  And with that the camera switched off.

He thought that was the end of the video, but when she popped back on his screen, he was pleasantly surprised. She wore a black dress that just reached her knees, the end of it rippled and flew each time she took a step. Her hair and makeup was done, and her shoes matched her dress, she really was the most beautiful person he has ever met. 

Without saying anything, Y/n moved the camera to where the view was now on Emery. She wore a simple tight red dress that fit her like a glove, she was placing bobby pins in her hair before realising a camera was watching her every move. Emery turned away from the mirror Y/n had in her room, and started making random poses into the camera. The video finally ended with Y/n facing the camera back to herself while laughing at it. 

October 7th, 2010: 

It was homecoming. Their final homecoming, and of course, Zayn asked her to be his date. He didn’t go all out like the previous years, this particular year was asked right after they finished giving each other their all. They were bunched up together, all sweaty and breathless, and that is when Zayn asked her to go to homecoming with him. He thought it was gross because of their previous activities, but Y/n thought it was sweet, endearing even. It was personal and intimate, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Plus, she was tired of all the attention that comes with getting asked to homecoming. 

Her dress was a beautiful shade of baby yellow, Zayn wore his usual black suit but with a yellow tie and a yellow rose pinned to his coat pocket. The night couldn’t have been anymore magical. 

“Z, are you ready to go? Emmy and Dallas are waiting in the car.” Her soft voice echoed through the speakers, she was worried about being late. But more so, excited about what the night had planned for the couple. Zayn was fixing his hair, like he does any other day, however today, he wanted to look his absolute best. “Just one more second, love. Gotta look perfect before leaving these four secured walls.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes into the camera before another smile took over her face. It only got wider as he finally announced that he was ready. 

“Baby, you look handsome! You don’t need all that hair gel, make one wrong move and we’re calling you Uncle Jesse.” Zayn scoffed, his hands finding their place on her hips, him being pressed up against her back. His chin resting on her shoulder, they looked so in love. They were so in love. 

October 31st, 2010: 

Fall was Y/n’s favorite season, meaning Halloween was by far her favorite holiday. She squealed into the camera when Zayn walked out in his Peter Pan costume. “Baby, you look so fucking adorable!” She cooed, though Zayn was having none of it. “Do we have to go to this party? Can’t we just stay in and watch scary movies, I promise I will protect you if you get too scared!”

He knew it was no use, Y/n had been going on and on about Anthony’s costume party for the past week, so when she started laughing, Zayn internally groaned. “Brave of you to assume I will get scared during a horror movie. How about we go for just an hour, then you and I can come back here and watch whatever movie you want?” 

At that, his ears perked, he could go for an hour. That gives him all the more time alone with his love. “Hocus Pocus? That’s my favorite.” 

“Yes baby, we can watch Hocus Pocus, do this for me, and I’m all yours for the rest of the night.” A grin was stretched across his face as she leaned up and gave a peck to his lips. Adoration shining brightly in her eyes as she looked up at him. “You are so lucky I love you, Y/n.” 

“I love you, Zayn. More than you will ever know.” 

December 31st, 2010:

“Hola, my favorite people! Happy New Years Eve, I hope you guys are having a good day. My family is having a little party to bring in the new year, even though you won’t be watching this until later when I decide to post it, I hope you guys have an amazing holiday. Be safe now. Bye!”

Christmas and New Year’s was hard for Y/n. She had major separation anxiety for everyone she grows close to, so not being able to see the people she loves for a whole two weeks was taking a toll on her. Not to mention, Zayn went back to Bradford for the holidays, so he wasn’t there to keep her calm. All she had was the emails and messages he would send her.  

However, that night was different. She didn’t know what it was, but the air felt more intoxicating. There was something she was missing and the young girl couldn’t put her finger on it. 

Emery got ahold of Y/n’s camera without her noticing, pressing the ‘record’ button and smiling.

“Hi, as many of you may know, my name is Emery White. Before questions start racing through your head about where Y/n is, she is currently in the kitchen talking to one of her neighbors, and she knows nothing about this so, shhh!” Emery held her index finger up to her mouth, even though she is talking to a camera. 

“So, the time is now 11:58, meaning it is almost New Year’s and I got a message from a good friend of mine to get her camera and start recording. Oh wait, she’s coming over! Act normal!” 

“Emmy? Why do you have my camera, wait no, when did you get my camera?” Emery turned her neck to look at Y/n, and smiled while looking at her friends confused face. “It’s almost midnight, I figured we could record the big moment for your journal thing.” 

Y/n looked at her watch and sure enough, it was 12:59, and the people around her were counting down. By the time Y/n looked back at her friend, Emery had switched her position to behind the camera, her smile now stretching to her eyes. She gave a confused smile towards the camera before shaking her head. 

10..

9..

8..

A tap was felt on Y/n’s shoulder making her turn around, not believing her eyes, she had to do a double take. There he was in all of his glory. Zayn stood in front of her with a bouquet of random flowers, her eyes widening in complete shock. 

3..

2..

1!

Before she could fully process his presence, Zayn had planted his lips against hers in what he would call, one of their best kisses. His arms went around her waist while hers were around his neck, keeping him as close as humanly possible. She was the first to pull away from the kiss, tears forming at the bottom of her eyes but never fell. Zayn pulled her back, this time her face went into his neck as he whispered out a small, “Happy New Years, baby.” 

May 22nd, 2011: 

Senior prom, a day Y/n has waited her entire life for. Getting all dolled up for one night of perfection sounded glorious. Unlike most people, her dress doesn’t reach the floor but goes a little ways past her knees. It was a light shade of green, she wasn’t usually one for the cliche pink and blue, and her stomach was laced over showing her belly button peircing. She felt on top of the world, the most gorgeous she has ever felt in her entire life. 

Zayn was in a nude tuxedo, a lightish green tie tucked into the blazer. “It’s prom day, baby, how do you feel?” The now well-known camera placed in front of his face, though he paid no attention to it, but really the girl behind it. “Like I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world. How did I get so lucky, hm?” 

The blush was evident on her face, he could see it perfectly now even with the camera facing him and not herself. He could still see the light in her eyes. Looking back on it, he couldn’t imagine living his life without her, how could he let her go? 

It wasn’t like they got in a fight or anything, Zayn and Y/n were going to different colleges and he didn’t want to do the whole long distance thing. He felt she deserved better than that. So even though the breakup was absolutely not a mutual agreement, Y/n somewhat understood and let him walk away. 

“You’re such the charmer, Zayn. Always got me blushing for no good reason.” 

“I would be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t.” 

Now turning the camera to face both of them, Zayn placed a kiss on her lips before turning off the camera and letting their night go on as best as it could, for it would be one of the last good memories they have. Except at the time, neither of them knew the last time would actually be the last time. 

June 4th, 2011: 

“Hey everyone, I just want to start off by saying congratulations, we made it. Graduating today was the most amazing feelings, and I’m sure you all can agree with me. The past four years have really taught me a lot, I know I sound like the Mallory Barnes, our valedictorian that gave the speech today, but I’m serious, you all have been amazing. Teachers included.” 

Y/n wasn’t in her usual attire. She was in a comfortable baggy hoodie, and that’s all you could see as her camera was propped on the desk in the corner of the room. Her hair was in a messy bun, no makeup, and her glasses were sat perfectly on her nose. What no one could notice was the slight puffiness to her eyes, the way they were red and tired. But Zayn noticed, however. When Y/n first uploaded this to her instagram, Zayn couldn’t bare to watch it, so seeing it now definitely brought back a feeling he tried too hard to push away. 

“In the past four years I have learned about friendships, I learned about love, and I learned about heartbreak. I have got to say, high school brought me some really great friendships that I will cherish forever. I am finding it very difficult to say goodbye, but we are bound to go off and do bigger and better things. The future awaits for us.” 

“I just want to thank you guys for the amazing memories, and I hope you guys make your dreams come true.” Y/n sighed into the camera, she was really bad at saying goodbye, though you would think it would be easier considering no one likes high school. However, Y/n loved every single second of it, maybe not the learning but the memories made.

“Now, I am going to get really sappy for a minute and say a massive thank you to the man who has loved me for the past four years. Zayn, I know we haven’t talked in a few weeks, and you’re probably not even watching this, but just know that I am so proud of you.  I don’t know how I could not be. I really hope you make something wonderful of yourself. You were by far my favorite part of this journey. Thank you for sticking with me and for loving me. And even though we aren’t together anymore, I love you.”

“We almost had it all, didn’t we?” 

AN: Yeah, I don't think I like this babahahah. Love the concept but someone out there could definitely write it better. 

#zayn mailk #zayn x reader #zayn malik fanfic #zayn malik angst #angst fanfic

[lokibug]

Blinded

Pairing: Loki x Blind!Reader

Summary: Beauty and the Beast AU in which Loki is forced to stay in his Jotun form until another human loves him. He becomes a caretaker for You due to be recently permanently blind.

Warnings: Cursing, Guns, Mention of Blood, Angst

Song: On Our Own by Bruno Major

A/N: I apologize ahead of time guys, eek. But I feel all of you on Lucas being a douche, he is. That’s the Gaston facade for ya. Also I spend awhile looking for the chapter songs so if anyone listens to them lemme know haha okay, enjoy!

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| Part 6| Part 7| Part 8| Part 9| Part 10

Three days had passed since Y/N and Loki had their enchanted evening. The two felt much more drawn to each other. Loki felt more intensely towards this beautiful young woman...he knew this because each day the hour glass ticked just as it had for the past few months. Despite time being his enemy, it also cursed him in a way he hadn’t already...he fell in love with y/n slowly each moment they spent together.

“Y/N?! Where are you? I woke up and you were no where to be seen.” Loki bellowed into the phone with y/n being on the other side of the line. He heard her chuckle and he slid his cold palm over his face in frustration. Leaning against the wall in the hallway he waited for her response.

“Calm down Loki, you were sleeping and I needed to get some things from the store. Stephanie wanted to talk to me so she took me. Look at you being all worried for me. It’s cute.” She responded. If Loki wasn’t a deep shade of blue, his cheeks would probably be the color of his eyes. He had never heard her tease him in such a way.

“I...nevermind. I get paid to make sure you’re not dead somewhere. I mean I like to think I’m doing a good job you know.” He continued to rant for a few more seconds until y/n stopped biting her knuckle to stop her from chuckling.

“...you done? Do you want anything from the store?”

“....those things from the other night...they were crunchy..” he said softly.

“The chips? The kettle chips?” “Whatever they are.”

“Okay. Well I’ll be home soon.” She said before hanging up. Loki looked at the phone and scoffed, “Madness.”

Meanwhile, Y/N stood in the chip isle of the market alongside Stephanie. Her light brown hair was pulled up into a pony tail as her clear rimmed glasses rested on her face. Y/N dressed warmly today, an off shoulder black long sleeve with dark blue jeans and white converse.

“Was that Loki?” Stephanie asked putting a bag into the basket. Y/N nodded in response and chuckled. “Hmmm...y/n have you ever considered the possibility of...Loki possibly being into you?” Stephanie could see the whole thing unfolding in front of her. Not that her friend’s sight loss was to blame but she didn’t catch these hints very well.

She furrowed her eyebrows, “No,” she scoffed, “he argues with me over everything. He’s so prideful.”

“I know the difference between flirty banter and real arguing. From what I’ve seen...he totally digs you y/n. Now the real question is...are you into him?” She asked not waiting for y/n to decline the feelings that were evident.

“I...no? I don’t know Stephanie,” y/n sighed defeated, “he’s different you know. I’m so used to guys being obnoxious—like that guy Lucas! Ugh he would not leave me alone...but Loki, he’s smart. He’s not just on full display, there’s so much to him and I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface. Not that he’s a project for me to dissect, but I’m enjoying his company...in fact..”

“In fact?...” Stephanie cooed and nudged her friend in the arm teasingly.

“I was going to invite him to...be my escort to the charity banquet my dad wants me to go to.” She smirked. Her face was so full of life, happiness. Stephanie knew this and it made her smile knowing that y/n was getting the fairytale she deserved.

“Yes! Do it! You’re asking him when we get back. Oh my god, what are you gonna wear?” She asked.

“Wait,” She looked a tad nervous, “I want you to come too...please? I would feel more comfortable if you did.”

Stephanie hesitated for a second but decided against her worries, “Sure thing y/n, now...let’s go buy you a god damn ball gown.” She squealed.

“I don’t even know any dress stores. My dresses are from random twenty dollar and below stores.” She protested.

“I know a guy.”

The two women got back inside Stephanie’s car and headed off. Both nervous and excited they made their way towards one of the most high end dress shops in New York City. This was all very new to y/n despite her father being a wealthy man. She never abused his money, nor had he due to the way he and her mother had brought her up. Now here she was, credit card ready to be swiped.

“Yes, is Jessie working today?” Stephanie questioned before a voice interrupted her, “Steph! Hi!” The high pitched male voice cooed before giving her a kiss on both cheeks. Steph pulled y/n a tad closer, “This is y/n. She’s going to a charity banquet tonight. She needs something elegant, sexy, bold. She has a date.” Stephanie stayed proudly. Y/N couldn’t help but shy away a bit. She hadn’t known exactly where to face and it made her slightly anxious. That was until Jessie’s friendly voice spoke once more.

“Oh yes honey, we carry dresses all sizes, all body types. Loose, tight, lacy, glittery. Let’s start with color. What does that heart desire?”

Stephanie quietly asked, “What’s his favorite color?”

“Huh?” “Loki...his favorite color, pick one of his favorite color and you’ve got a home run for sure.”

Y/N cleared her throat before nodding, “Green. Emerald green.”

So then the hunt began. Y/N had been living through the world through touch and the materials she felt were all very different. She blew through 7 dresses easily, Stephanie insisted all of them were beautiful on her. Yet, y/n couldn’t help but feel skeptical. It wasn’t until dress number 9 that she completely adored the fitting. Everything felt lovely among her skin and by the way Stephanie and Jessie said, “Damn girl!” She knew she found the right one. Holding her hands together in front of her, she couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

Back at the apartment Loki had gotten himself ready for the day not quite sure where it would lead him. He had come accommodated with the simplicity of cereal for breakfast and didn’t mind as much. Rice Krispies being his favorite, they were always stocked. Mid bite, the girls entered the front door.

Laughing the girls set the bags on the counter. This was when Stephanie stopped in her tracks....Loki had forgotten to put on his garments. Her mouth gaped and Loki quickly stood up and put his finger over his lips as to say to remain silent.

“Eehhhh....” Stephanie squeaked and y/n had a confused look on her face.

“What’s wrong Steph?” She asked holding the dress in a white zip up protection sleeve. Loki chuckled and quickly shot back, “I’m uh, having a bad hair day love...” he trailed, “I had messaged Stephanie with a clothing problem. I’m going to go show her now.” Quickly Loki slowly grabbed her hand and drug her off.

“Alright! I’m gonna p-put this away.” Y/N called out making her way back to her room. These days it was easier for her to do so, as she remembered everything that surrounded her.

Loki closed the door behind him and let go of the completely shocked Stephanie. “Please, hear me out.” He whispered nervously.

“Loki...what is this? T-This isn’t a skin condition. You’re cold. Your eyes are red. Are you a fucking vampire?” She whispered shouted.

“A vampire?...Stephanie no—“ he looked back to the door and grabbed her shoulders gently so she looked him in the eyes, “—I’m cursed. I’m not what you think I am...I’m not even from here. I’m still the same me...I won’t be like this forever...I hope. If you tell y/n, then I will. It will break her heart if she finds out I’ve lied. Please...” he pleaded.

Stephanie could see the sincereness in his eyes. Even though he looked like someone else, she still knew he was the same Loki. If anything she felt more comfortable seeing his actual face for once. She never wanted y/n to be hurt, yet she knew she was obligated to tell her the things she could not see herself. Her mind was at war with itself, but she could only do what felt right in her heart. “You’re going to hurt her more if you say no to what she’s going to ask you. You can’t show up with her blue.” She whispered.

“I...I don’t know what to do then...” Loki let go of Stephanie and rubbed a clammy hand over his face.

“I’ll help you,” She spoke making Loki look back over to her, “I went to beauty school for special effects makeup...I-I can give you something that will hide the skin,” She gulped and fixed her posture, “You’re going to say yes. You’re going with that sweet girl out there...you’re going to wear a suit and I’ll be back tomorrow evening to get you and her ready. Got it?” She said in a slightly threatening voice.

“Yes.”

With time passing, Stephanie kept her word to not tell Loki’s secret. Loki was still yet to find out just exactly what y/n had wanted to invite him to. He was surprised nonetheless that she thought of him at all. During dinner, she thought she’d speak of the whole ordeal.

“So,” She crunched the piece of lettuce from her salad, “I won’t assume you don’t have a life and I wanted to ask if you’re free tomorrow night.”

Loki stopped eating the salad that was before him and set his fork down. “Tomorrow evening, I’m free. What is it you’re proposing?” Those words, y/n found herself always loving to hear the way he spoke.

“A charity banquet. My dad has to represent his corporation there and he wants me to go. Would you like to be my...date.” She hesitated upon the last word of her sentence. In this moment she was glad she didn’t have to face Loki, but even without physically seeing him she remained slightly shy.

Loki’s heart filled with joy, even with Stephanie’s warning he was still taken back. “If I wasn’t mistaken, I would say you’re flirting with me.” He teased. “I-I’m just—Loki shut up. Just, are you going to join me or not?” She stabbed her fork through the salad aggressively and chuckled.

“I would be delighted to be your escort y/n.”

Spending an entire day to find his attire, Loki had this night on his mind constantly. He was incredibly nervous just as to what Stephanie was going to help him plan. Had she told anyone of his identity? Y/N was just as nervous, just in the slightest difference of ways. Hers revolved around appearance, elegance, and impressing.

Y/N had just finished getting ready, technically Stephanie had finished getting her ready, when she gently slid a hand down her arm. Her soft skin feeling far more delicate than before. Stephanie curled her hair and done her makeup to the best of her ability. Light brown eyeshadow covered her eyelids, thin sharp lines of eyeliner swiped along as well, a nude colored lip stick decorated as well. Despite the fact that y/n ever refused to open her eyelids, Stephanie added false lashes to the equation as well. It was only time for her to put on her dress. It was an emerald green color, off the shoulder, the top was cascades with an almost lace type of material that finished with a long satin mermaid tail. Even without seeing herself, y/n felt beautiful. She only hoped she wasn’t the only one.

Loki sat cross legged in the room. Various layers of plastered on makeup over his natural icy blue skin. “Are you to be done yet?” He complained. Fixing his eyebrows to her liking, Stephanie scoffed, “You’re so impatient. Just one more adjustment.” With that she ran a hand through his hair that was slicked back and dropped behind his ears. “I’m done. Go look.”

Loki stood to his feet and made his way to a mirror in the bathroom. He didn’t dare own one of his own, it was pure torture always having to stare at the monster he was turned to. Yet this time, as his frame stood before the glass...he was amazed. He no longer looked like the monster form he had been cursed with...but that of the prince he was on Asgard. His skin looked fair and his features groomed to suit his fancy. He breathed out and blinked a few times just to make sure he was seeing Stephanie’s work correctly. If he hadn’t just sat through the process of makeup for the past hour, he would believe he was truly loved by a human and his curse was no longer. Stephanie stepped in behind him, “You know you do look rather dashing,” she mocked his accent, “Now go get dressed, y/n should be ready for me to zip her up.” She patted his shoulder and made her way to y/n’s room.

Loki got dressed into the suit he owned. He even made a big deal in Stephanie fetching him accents to the suit, such as a new tie and handkerchief. His all black suit was now accompanied by a green tie and handkerchief, thanks to her. He felt confident.

Stephanie zipped up both her own silver dress and y/n’s. “You look so beautiful.” She said sincerely behind her friend. “Thanks to you.” Y/N thanked. Quickly Stephanie ushered y/n out of her room and into the hall. Loki stood in the living room waiting for the limo that was ordered to drive the three to the banquet by her father. Stephanie whispered, “Wait here,” tip toeing into the living room she cleared her throat, “I present to you! Drum roll please, Miss y/l/n of New York!” Loki turned his head as y/n chuckled and nervously held her hands together neatly in front of her. She walked out slowly towards them. She heard silence as Loki’s mouth parted from the awe of beauty in which she possessed. He always knew she was beautiful, but here she was...glamored to someone she could also believe to be, what he seen every day with her.

“All I hear is breathing. Do you not like it?” She asked softly. Loki quickly snapped back to reality and cleared his throat, “No love it’s not that,” he walked towards her and held her hands in his, “I was just taken back from your beauty.” He placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. “You look absolutely ravishing.” If she hadn’t already, she let out the breathe she was holding in. Her heart was beating even faster than it had before. Loki’s gloves warmed his hands but the familiarity of his cold body comforted her.

“I uh...thank you. I mean...I may not be able to see,” She led her finger tips down the front of his tie, “but I believe you must look incredible as well.” She smiled. Stephanie looked outside the front door hearing a honk. “Time to go!” She squeaked.

The limo took them to their desired destination. Music played while the friends sat inside, they joked around and played with the windows as if they were children. More so y/n and Stephanie than Loki. It was all worth it once they arrived to the banquet. Tons of big named people were there. Their dressed and suits shone with elegance and they were tailored to perfection. Still, all Loki could do was feel absolutely lucky to be within the presence of one woman. Y/N. Her father was delighted to see the two. He was quite more shocked with the sight of Loki without the garments.

“Y/N darling,” he hugged her warmly, “You look absolutely incredible. Loki,” he let go of his daughter and faced the man, “you clean up nice as well. No mask?”

“No mask, sir. The evening isn’t as rough as the day.” He smiled. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. Lord knows I contributed enough into it for you to do so.” Y/F/N spoke proudly.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Stephanie said as she grabbed a glass of champagne delicately and walked towards the other side of the room. Loki held his arm out for y/n as he always does and she kindly wrapped her arm around. Yet this time, it held such more significance.

Sitting at a table decorated with a white table cloth along with a floral centerpiece. They were brought various glasses of champagne. Stephanie had met another man attending and was mingling elsewhere. The two laughed quietly as they joked of the many rich people they were surrounded by. The alcohol making them even more open. Y/N was in a fit of laughter and even laid her head on Loki’s shoulder momentarily before being interrupted. Lucas had walked up to the two. Not recognizing Loki right away, not knowing how he did it, but knowing he was up to something. Loki scoffed as Lucas walked to them. “Y/N. You look astonishing. Loki, hi.” He simply said not finding the words.

Y/N noticeably smiled in a mocking matter. “Thank you Lucas. What brings you here?” “Oh just wanted to know how the night was going for you. Hopefully not too bored of his accent going on and on,” he laughed at his own joke, “I actually came here to offer a dance.”

Y/N rose her eyebrows, “You know what Lucas? I would love to, Ive been dying to. Loki,” she turned towards him and made a small ‘hm?’ Sound, “Would you like to join me on the dance floor?” Loki smiled towards y/n and in a soft voice said, “It would be my honor. Excuse us Lucifer.” He purposely misadressed him as his hand wrapped around y/n’s taking her towards the other groups of people dancing. Lucas stood there dumbfounded and bit his bottom lip angrily.

Y/N giggled lightly as they were finally on the floor. The lights were dimmed down a tad more. “Now Lucifer is a far more suited name for that jerk than Lucas anyways.” She stood with her hands at her side. “Well, I thought I would grace it to him in my voice that he adores so much.” He chuckled as well. The music slowly changed to another song, a slow song.

“I um...I didn’t think this through..” y/n spoke quietly as her fingers fidgeted together. “Why’s that?” Loki’s asked. “I don’t...I don’t know how to dance. Good I mean, I’m not even sure where to put my hands.” She rambled nervously.

Loki quietly spoke, “Relax, I’ve been to a few...banquets such as this before. I could help you. Here,” he grabbed her hands slowly and brought them up onto his shoulders, “you leave your hands there and I’ll,” he slowly snaked his hands over her hips and gently pulled her a tad closer to him, “put mine, there.”

Y/N faced forward and gently whispered, “Now what?..” “Now, we sway...to the melody of the music.” He led the dance trying to make her feel a little more comfortable. He couldn’t help but get lost in her, his smile never fading. “I never thought I’d be dancing...let alone at a banquet. Might I add with a tall man who helps me move around because I’m blind now.” She rambled once more, this time quieter.

Loki let out a nervous sigh of breathe, “Y/N...can I be honest with you?..”

“You’re not going to admit to being an axe murder are you?” She asked chuckling.

“No. Y/N...when I first moved to New York, I could not stand the sight of anyone...I never wanted to be along side anyone but myself,” he spoke softly, “when I met you...I still hadn’t wanted to be around. It was a job. A hobo received yes...but you’ve granted me with the gift of so much more. You’ve taught me...the beauty of life, the inside of a person can be far superior in beauty than one’s shell. I care for you...greatly. I find myself wanting to be around you far more than away from you...it’s quite odd, I’ve never experienced this before. I guess what I’m trying to say is...” with these words spoken quietly between the two, Y/N pressed her forehead delicately to his, “Loki, I...” she trailed.

Suddenly a loud burst was heard. The doors of the banquet had crashed opens and masked men that held up guns and rushed in. Everyone began running as y/n felt herself panic on the inside. She almost fell to the ground as she heard the screams from multiple people. Shots being fired. The ringing in her ears was far more scary than the event itself. Loki held his arms around her, stopping her from falling to the ground from freight. Everything was as if it were in slow motion. Stephanie quickly ran towards the two.

“L-Loki...” She gulped as her eyebrows were furrowed, “Stephanie..where?” She choked out.

“Right here. She’s okay love. We’re going to be alright.” He said strongly and held her up. Shots were fired off once more before they ran out the door and left. “My father, Loki,” she began crying from the fear she felt, “w-where is h-he?” She felt a pit in her stomach as Loki looked around. As the people ran off in different directions he seen a body. One man, shot, bleeding out quickly. Y/N’s father.

“They’re leaving!” Stephanie shouted nervously to Loki. She two seen the horror of what lied ahead. “Take me to him!” She croaked our as tears streamed down.

Quickly Loki ran with y/n towards her father’s body. “Y/N,” he gurgled from the ground, “Go, now.”

“Oh no,” she sobbed and immediately fell to the ground at her father’s side. The blood of her father on her palms. It felt completely and utterly horrible, “Dad! Please!” She sobbed and found his hand with her own that trembled beyond extent.

“Someone call 9-1-1!” Loki shouted at the top of his lungs as her took off the jacket and pressed it over the wound. Stephanie held y/n’s shoulder as she shook.

“Daddy, please don’t l-leave me...” she sobbed and screamed as the scene unfolded before her. She held onto his face as she buried hers into his shoulder.

The only audible sound being that of her broken screaming and sirens in the distance...

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"flowers in your hair"

Hello, luv! I’m so sorry that this has taken so long!!!! Originally this was for the ‘give me a fic title and I’ll give you a synopsis’ game - but as I’ve taken a few weeks break over the festive period, I thought I’d use the opportunity to try and get back into the swing of things so I’ve done a little drabble-y type thing. It’s very rusty, so go easy on me!! I hope you like it!…

BANG!BANG! BANG!

Jon groaned into the crook of his arm wherehe had previously been blissfully asleep on his stomach. His other arm wastrapped between his body and the mattress, feeling all numb and fuzzy from hisweight.

BANG!BANG! BANG!

Whatthe fuck? He mumbled, looking to his alarm clockblinking some neon green numbers back at him. Blindly reaching over to hisnightstand to find his glasses, Jon blinked at the offending clock. 1.02pm. OK,so he really shouldn’t still be in bed at this time, but since the boys wereround last night for what seems to be their now weekly ritual of barging intohis flat and consuming all his beer, he really, really needed those extra hours of sleep. He’s not getting anyyounger after all.

BANG!BANG! BANG! “Jon are you in there?!”

Arya? Jon rose from his sleepy sanctuary and slung on a pair of joggingbottoms, forgoing a shirt since it’s only his friend and neighbour after all.He paused in the hallway, taking note with a grimace at his hair sticking outin all directions.

BANG!BANG! “Jon c’mon! Open up, I need a favour!”

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!” he called,yanking open the door to find that his neighbour was not alone.

Jon’s eyes immediately left Arya’sapologetic looking expression to see the slender redhead who was leaning on herfor support. She wore little denim shorts, a plain white t-shirt tucked in,cowboy boots that looks like they’ve never been near a horse and a circlet of blueroses in her hair.

“Oh, hellosailor!” the redhead hiccupped with a wide grin, proceeded by a string ofgiggles.

Jon looked to Arya for some form of guidancein this. “Jon –“ she started, only to be cut off by the redhead leaning intoher, cupping her hand to Arya’s ear so she could none-too-subtly whisper-shoutinto it.

“Youdidn’t tell me he was so hot!” she said in very audible, decidedly un-hushedtones. “Does he know he’s not wearing ashirt? Should we tell him?”

Arya bat away the redhead’s hand and triedto ignore her giggles. “What my sister meantto say was, can she hide at yours for a few hours…please?”

Sister, huh? So this was the infamous Sansa.Jon had heard from Arya about all her siblings, not excluding Sansa, who wasreportedly ‘the golden child’ who could do no wrong.

“Erm, no,” Jon answered with a scrunchednose. Arya being Arya, completely ignored him and barged past into his flat,leading Sansa towards his sofa.

“C’mon Jon,” she pleaded, dropping her sister ontothe sofa cushions with more giggles, “just this one little teensy favour? I betyou don’t have any plans today anyway. Unless sitting around, moping about yournon-existent love life counts?”

Jonwas not about to admit that she had a point.

“Why is she so drunk?” he asked as theyboth stood there watching Sansa slide onto the floor like a boneless feline andthen crawl on hands and knees towards his CD rack. She huffed as she sat herselfin front of it, her long, long legs splayed either side and her head cockedkind of adorably as she tried to read the spines of each CD case.

“Her and Harry broke up,” Arya explained inan actual functioning whisper whilst they both continued to watch Sansa pullout CD after CD. “They were engaged and living in The Vale. That’s all gone toshit now and she’s crashing at mine. I took her to the music festival happeningat Visenya Park today hoping it would cheer her up but she got a bit carriedaway with the shots.”

“Okaaay,” Jon nod his head, understandingeverything so far, “but why do you need to hide her?”

“Who owns all this sad, sad music?” Sansa askedwith CDs in both hands, “The Smiths? Manic Street Preachers? Radiohead?!” she turned to them both,her pretty face framing a worried looking pout, “it’s all so sad!”

“Err…” Jon rubbed awkwardly at the back ofhis neck and shot Arya a quick look, “that’s…that’s my music.”

Sansa scrambled surprisingly elegantly toher feet, leaving a few piles of CDs on the floor before coming to stand infront of Jon. She took both his hands in hers, her forget-me-not blue eyeslooking into his with concern. “Are you sad, Jon?” she asked, in allseriousness, “we can be sad together.”

“Um, thanks? I think…”

“Did you just waste four years in arelationship with someone who was terrible in bed too?”

“What?” he furrowed his brow and glanced toArya – who seemed thoroughly entertained by the whole thing, “no.”

“He would never let me go on top,” Sansacontinued, seemingly letting her thoughts come tumbling from her mouthcompletely unfiltered, all while still holding onto both his hands as he stood,utterly bemused and shirtless in his own lounge. “Why wouldn’t let me do that?”

“Um… I don’t…I-“ Jon stammered shaking hishead to hopefully dispel the mental image coming to him right now. He certainlycouldn’t see any reason that he wouldn’t let Sansa do anything she likes inthat regard.

“He was just a control freak, Sans,” Aryabutt in with a shrug, saving Jon from his unintelligible stupor.

Sansa turned to her sister but grasped Jon’shands a fraction tighter when she seemed a little off balance. “But I’m so goodat it!” she whined like only an extremely drunk girl can do. She may have evenstomped her cowgirl booted foot too. “I can ride that D like a champ!”

Arya laughed. “Sure you can!” sheencouraged. Sansa turned to him next and Jon got the distinct feeling she waswaiting for his input.

“Err… yeah… I’m sure you’re um… greatat… at that.” He must surely be theshade of a raspberry right now.

Sansa giggled. “You know, you’re reallycute, Sad Jon,” she told him, releasing one of his hands to gently tap him onthe nose with a solitary finger. “Boop!” Jonblinked back at her which only made her giggle more.

“Uh… thanks?” Try as he may, he couldn’tstop the spread of a grin on his face even while still being thoroughlyconfused and taken aback.

“Hey, Sans, why don’t you go and freshen upin Jon’s bathroom?” Arya interjected. Her sister agreed and practically twirledaway like a happy drunken pixie.

“Can you please explain to me why she needsto hide?”

“I’d totally forgotten that Mum and Dadwere coming over tonight for dinner and they don’t yet know about Sansa’s splitfrom Harry.”

Jon’s brows knit together. “Well why don’tyou just let her tell them?”

“Are you kidding me?! Drunk Sansa tells itas it is. Drunk Sansa says the first thing that comes into her head withouthesitation. Drunk Sansa starts talking to strangers about riding dick!” She gesturedto Jon. And she had a fair point. “Sober Sansa would be horrified. Especially ifshe said something awful in front of Mum and Dad.”

“I thought you said her ‘can do no wrong’ reputationamong the Stark clan was infuriating?” Jon asked with a knowing smirk.

“It is!”

Nudging her shoulder teasingly, Jongrinned. “You care about her and what people think about her.”

“It matters to Sansa,” Arya huffed androlled her eyes. Jon wasn’t fooled. “Anyway, I just need her to lay low until Mum and Dad are gone. Can she stay here?”

“Isn’t there anywhere else she can go?”

Arya wrinkled her nose. “Would you ratherme leave her with Theon?” Jon grimaced at the thought. “Exactly! Help me, Obi-WanJonSnowbi. You’re my only hope!”

Jon snorted, rubbing at the back of hisneck again as he thought things over. “Fine!”

“Thank you! I owe you one!”

“You’ll owe me five,” Jon retorted as they both watched Sansa skip from thebathroom, across the hall and nonchalantly wander into Jon’s bedroom.

“What in the world?”

“Oh, she’s probably gone to re-arrange yourcloset,” Arya tells him, “but to be fair, she does that when she’s sober too.It’s just a Sansa thing.”

Jon strides towards his room at the sametime as he hears Arya call out an amused ‘havefun!’ and bolts out the door before he can change his mind aboutdrunk-sitting her sister. Sure enough, Sansa is rummaging through his wardrobe.

“Sansa?”

She appears from the depths of his closetgripping two hangers, one with a black button-down shirt, and the other a blackroll-neck jumper. That sincere look of concern is in her eyes again. Theyalmost look glassy as she softly says, “your clothes are sad too, Sad Jon!”

“I’m not that sad,” he chuckles, ignoring the little voice in his head that’scontradicting him.

“You need some colour,” she tells him,hanging the clothes back up and walking over to stand in front of him again.Oddly, Jon almost wishes that she’ll take his hands in hers like she had donebefore. “You need some happy,” Sansareaffirms, smiling a beautiful smile that Jon can only blink at. She reaches upand takes the flower crown of blue roses from her head and places it on top ofJon’s unruly bed-hair. “There,” shesays, pleased with herself, “you can have some of my happy.”

Jon only stands there for a moment or two,utterly perplexed at the situation he’s found himself in before he gives her a trulysincere smile. “Thank you, Sansa.”

#jonsa #jon x sansa #prompt

[shinobicyrus]

“Compromises”

A late entry for Phanniemay Day 23: Wardrobe. This may or may not have come from a draft I never finished back in 2016....Still counts!

“Nuh-uh. I am drawing a line at makeup.”

Maddie still held the...makeup...pen...thingy in her fingers like a surgeon’s scapel. “A little mascara can go a long way, Danielle.”

“So it can go on without me,” Dani crossed her arms mutinously. She’d have crossed her legs too but they were cold and too-smooth and weird. Not to mention her scalp was still raw from Maddie’s merciless regimen of washing, straightening, and combing Dani’s hair as though it had personally offended her. Probably submitted an article to a nerd-journal criticizing her research and called jumpsuits dumb.  

“I know that look,” Maddie rolled her eyes like she was the one suffering, but still returned the makeup back into the military-style hardcase she’d pulled the thing out of and snapped it shut. Oh, thank God.

“Danny give you the same look when you put him in a dress and pulled his brain out from his roots?”

“Picture day. Fourth grade. He had a black eye and absolutely refused to let me cover it with makeup. He just wanted to stay home.”

“How’d he get the black eye?”

“Some boy probably gave it to him at school, but he never said.”

“That’s because you would have raised hell about it and tattling just makes it worse,” Danny leaned against the doorway to Dani’s room, not quite crossing into it. Either it was respect to Dani’s personal space or some old holdout instinct back when it used to be Jazz’s room and entry portended big-sister lectures. 

“You know,” he said, failing to suppress a grin. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress. Like, ever.” 

“Go make out with a Thermos, jerk.” Dani fussed with the hem of her dress. “I look stupid.”

“You look lovely, Danielle,” Maddie nudged a stray bang away from Dani’s face. She always did that, without fail: used Dani’s full name every single time. “Although I wish you’d waited for me instead of trying to shave your legs yourself.” 

“I think the Fenton band-aids really bring the whole outfit together,” Danny said, because of course he got to wear a nice, comfortable black suit and a tie that matched the blue of his eyes. 

Dani flipped him the bird, putting a little ecto-flame at the fingertip for good measure. Hell yeah, Superpowered Eff-You, for when a normal Eff-You just wasn’t enough. “Why can't I be the one that gets the wear a suit? Everyone knows Danny can pull of a dress better than me.”

“Oh I am going to kill Tucker he swore he deleted those pictures!”

Maddie clenched her fists, gloves creaking dangerously. “Because the school board are a pack of anachronistic, narrow-minded, uptight little suburban dingbats that are lucky I limit my violence to the already dead.” 

Danny and Danielle stared. 

Remembering herself, Maddie put an apologetic hand on Dani’s shoulder. “I’m sorry we didn’t have more time, sweetie. Maybe by the time it’s your prom, you can wear whatever you like.”

Dani snorted. By the time her prom came around, everyone else would already be graduated. “Yeah, great. Who would I even go with?”

Danny cleared his throat conspicuously and made a few covert, ‘no no don’t go there’ gestures to Maddie that Danielle couldn’t see.

“But you can still have fun tonight, can’t you?” Maddie tried to cheer her up.  “I know it’s not ideal, but your fath...Jack stayed up all night getting your dress ready for tonight. There’s no harm in giving it a try, is there?”

Guiltily, Danielle gave Maddie her most reassuring smile. Both of them ignored her slip of the tongue. As long ago as it felt, three years wasn’t all that much time- even if it was more than half of Dani’s pathetically brief existence. 

Coming to terms with their son being half-ghost was one thing, but finding out they had a clone-daughter? It wasn’t like she was a traditional surprise-child from faulty birth control or some torrid affair. She was the result of genetic piracy; the world’s most fucked-up copyright infringement.  

They didn’t have to take her in. They didn’t owe her anything, and they still went through all the trouble of making a fake paper trail so she could do 'normal’ things like go to school- which Danielle was personally not a fan, but even Danny told her it was ‘important.’ It was a small price to pay for a soft bed and three square meals a day. 

(Mads had been aghast that she’d had been crashing at Val’s apartment on and off for months, with Mr. Gray none the wiser. Jack had been mostly confused about Dani sleeping in a closet but equally adamant she come and stay ‘where she belonged.’)

She still couldn’t call them Mom and Dad. That was just. It was weird. Sometimes she wished she could. Then maybe she could pretend that she was...

But no. She wasn’t.  

So they were Maddie and Jack. Danny existed in some weird cousin/twin/ecto-brother continuum, why would things with his/their parents be straightforward? Technically, Dani didn’t need to stay at Fenton Works. If she wanted, she could grab her backpack and fly away, completely drop off the grid again. She had the power. It had been more than a temptation, once or twice. 

She stayed. They experimented and improvised and somehow invented a new species of family that had never existed before. It got bumpy. Sometimes there were fights. Jazz, away at Yale but always a phone call away, reminded her constantly that relationships weren’t about winning fights. You had to compromise. 

So Dani went to school, but stipulated permission to sleep over at Val’s, sometimes. They let her patrol with Danny, but only after homework. She let Maddie pretty her up, and Maddie didn’t push her hard about the makeup. Jack stayed up all night adjusting one of Jazz’s old dresses- the least Dani could do was wear it. Not like she had a closet full of other options. 

(Sam and Val had offered to take her shopping. The idea of Val watching her try on dresses...)

Danielle shook her head. “No. I guess I can try it. Just for tonight.”

“That’s my girl.”

It came out so naturally; Danielle flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pride. 

With her door open into the hall, the sound of the front door opening carried upstairs, a voice familiar but muffled through floorboards calling out. 

“That must be Tuck,” Danny said. “See you downstairs, I owe him a punch in the arm.” 

“I should get down there too,” Maddie said after Danny had left. “I promised Tucker’s mother pictures of the boys together in their suits. You come down when you’re ready, okay sweetie.”

“Kay.”

 Smiling down at her ruefully, Maddie cupped Danielle’s face and planted a quick peck on her forehead. (The first time she’d tried to do that, Dani had panicked and Maddie had almost fallen face-first into the floor through her intangible head. Progress!)

After she left, Danielle sighed and smoothed down the dress as if it would improve things...and felt two weird bumps in the fabric around waist-high.

“Huh?” Patting herself down, Dani found a pair of hidden pockets woven seamlessly into the dress. Digging around this new discovery she found...a pack of sour candies labeled in marker with Jack’s sloppy handwriting: ‘Fenton Emergency Snacks!’

“Oh sweet! Pocket Candy!” It took every ounce of willpower not to tear into them right then and there, but she knew she’d definitely be needing them later in the night. Instead, she rifled around her room trying to remember where she left her phone- hidden in the folds of her Star Wars blanket, of course- and experimentally put it into her new kickass Jack-Pockets.

It slid in perfectly. Oh hell yes.

Normally Danielle shopped in the men’s section because the sizes made sense and the pockets were real, but she never considered going to Jack to get slightly girlier clothes altered after she got them. Not like dresses or anything, but Sam wore some pretty kickass skirts that Danielle was totally looking at purely for fashion tips and no other reason. She could always try that.

Her own reflection flashed her the corner of her eye, a swish of blue in the full-length mirror.

The dress wasn’t all that bad, really. Jack had done a great job. Knee-length, the same shade of blue as Maddie’s jumpsuit- which as it turned out matched Dani’s eyes pretty well. 

Her legs still itched like they were covered in cobwebs, feeling every miniscule little shift in the air, or when the hem of the dress brushed against her pale skin, cut smooth and dotted with bright greens and oranges. 

Yeah...the Fenton bandaids definitely were not flattering. 

Playing with her phone reminded her she still had a promise to keep. Pulling up the camera function, she stepped back, sized up the image of herself in the mirror, and took the picture. Deleted it, tried again by sticking out her tongue and making her eyes glow bitter, ghosty green. 

‘If you think this is bad, imagine if I’d let the Madd-Scientist break out the mascara’

Aaaand...send. 

The response pinged back in less than twenty seconds. 

JAZZ: You look adorable. I hear Red and Blue go great together ;)

Dani typed back, Quiet you, and pocketed  (yeeessss) her phone back into her dress before Jazz text jedi mind-tricked her to talk about feelings. Girl is freaky, sometimes. Below her feet, the telltale sounds of Danny-Tucker bickering soaked up through the creaky floorboards.

...welp, she was going to have to face the music eventually, right?

The house-rule against floating still couldn’t stop her from hopping downstairs two at a time, feet thumping loudly. 

Danny and Tucker were in the living room, arms around each other while Maddie and Jack were taking photos. Maddie was taking a few with Tucker’s phone while Jack was snapping pictures with an blocky, black camera that looked positively ancient. 

“Does that thing use film?” Danielle said incredulously. “Where do you even get that developed.” 

“We develop our own film!” Jack boasted. “The patented Fenton Emulsion(TM) not only lets us take cherished family memories, but also catalogue any lurking, invisible ghosts that might be photobombing!”

Before Dani could give that its proper response, Tucker gasped loudly and dramatically. “Oh. My. God. Danielle?! What happened to you?”

“Ha-ha so funny I’m in a dress wow I’m so glad we got to share this moment together and bond closer as friends.”

“You’re in a dress!” Tucker ignored her, hell-bent on milking this for all it was worth. Running to her like a distressed parent, he shook her shoulders. “Who did this to you Dani? It’s okay, you can tell me, I’m here for you.”

“This is because I told Danny about your embarassing picture stash, isn’t it?”

“There’s a stash?!”

“Oops.”

“It actually looks good on you,” Tucker tapped his chin, pouting the thoughtful moue of a guy who spent a lot time designing his MMO characters’ outfits. “I think the bandaids-”

“Already made that joke,” Danny piped up.

“Dammit,” Tucker muttered, then remembered who else was in the room. “Uh...I mean ‘oh gosh darnit.’”

Maddie rolled her eyes. “Oh please, as if all three of you don’t swear like a pack of sailors on shore leave.”

“Darn right,” Danielle grinned at Tucker. “You don’t look half bad, Tuck.” She reached up and flicked the beret-red bow tie around his neck. “Look at you all snazzy.”

He did actually look pretty dang handsome, Dani had to admit. The striped shirt and the bow tie was a bit of a 90s- maybe it was an old suit of his Dad’s- but he filled out pretty well. Tuck may not have been going to the dance with a date, but Dani was willing to bet money that he’d get a couple of offers when they all got there.

“I thought we were supposed to be snazzy together though!” Tucker said. “We had a plan!”

“School board nixed it. No gals in snazzy suits, the world isn’t ready.”

“Well if it’s any consolation, I think you look beautiful.”

The complete, utter frankness he said it made Danielle’s cheeks redden. “I- Tuck...I-”

“Not as pretty as Danny if he was wearing it but-”

“Tucker I have invisibility powers and a long, long memory.” Danny warned him.

“Well Danny can’t have this dress it’s awesome and mine, check it:” She pulled out her phone and candy from its pockets.

“Hey!” Jack exclaimed. “You found the emergency snacks!”

“I did and it was awesome,” shuffling on uncertain feet, Danielle willed herself to cross the living room and threw her arms around him. He was still so big- her face was buried in his stomach and she could barely get his arms around him, and when he hugged her back it felt like being enclosed, his arms were so wide. 

(the ghost of a stolen childhood memory, Danny small and at an age before black eyes at school, when his dad was the smartest, strongest guy in the world and nothing bad could happen when you were in those arms)

“Thanks, Jack. You made dresses cool.”

“Yes! Hear that, Maddie? I’m cooool.” 

“Not what I said but I’ll let you have it.”

“The coolest, hun.” Maddie agreed, with the telltale sound of a shuttering camera. “And thank you for the new wallpaper.”

“Does this mean we’re finally done with the pictures?” Danny asked. 

“I suppose it makes sense to wait until the girls get here.” Maddie allowed. 

“Why are they the ones picking us up again?” Tucker piped in. “Like, isn’t it traditional for the guys to be picking up the girls?”

“Not when Sam sprung for a luxury party-limo.”

Tucker accepted this without hestiation. “Ha, take that gender norms.” 

Danielle fidgeted with the blue sash tied around her wait. “Did...uh...did they say when they were going to be here?”

The doorbell of course chose at that moment to chime; Danielle almost jump-floated to the ceiling.

Danny grinned at her smugly. “She might have mentioned it, yeah.”

Asshole. He gave their face a bad name.

"Oh fine, I’ll get it,” Tucker threw up his arms, muttering to himself all the way. “Not even my house but sure.”

Danny furtively adjusted his tie and smoothed his hands down his suit-jacket. Danielle failed to ignore the almost identical mannerism she’d used when double-checking her dress. 

God, they were dorks. 

They couldn’t see anything from the doorway, just Tucker standing in the hall and leaning in to hug someone. Stepping aside like a bowing gentlemen, he held open the door and-

And.

Well, damn. 

“Oh Sam, you look wonderful,” Maddie gushed. “She looks lovely, doesn’t she Danny?”

It wasn’t as dark as Danielle guessed. The gown was a deep, smokey violet from the waist down; the two halves of a black bodice laced together in an intricate filigree that left just a sliver of suggestion of skin beneath a sheer, black fabric that also covered her bare, strapless shoulders like a mourning shawl. 

“Blugh,” was the limit of the words that Danny could manage.

“That good, huh?” Sam’s purple lips quirked. The mascara shadowing her eye sockets made the matching violet of her eyes that much more striking.

“Don’t forget to exhale, Danny,” Dani suggested in a sotto whisper.

A familiar voice carried through the door. “Okay, the driver said he’s fine with waiting while we take some pictures. My dad made me promise to take about three million pictures of us all before we- oh.” 

Valerie stood in the living room’s threshold, phone half-raised but completely forgotten in her hand. 

She was wearing a ruby red dress that flowed smoothly over her curves, flaring just above her knees and terminating in an upside down ‘V’ at her collarbone that tied subtly around her neck, leaving the sweep of her shoulders bare. The muscles of her arms stood out, firm and corded.  

Dani realized that Valerie was staring at her. This fact alone made her ten thousand times more aware that her legs were naked and bare and itching with phantom prickles oh God the band-aids why did she think it was a good idea to try shaving the night of-

“Uh. Hi.” Valerie cut through the screaming white noise filling her head.

“Blugh.” Danielle responded. Tucker gave her a thumbs-up. In the corner of her eye, she saw Danny fumble tying a purple corsage around Sam’s slender wrist.

“You look amazing,” Valerie told her. Dani found the movements needed for her full, red lips to make those words fascinating. 

Her throat felt unbelievable dry.

“It’s the band-aids!” Danielle blurted. “Really brings the whole outfit together!”

Valerie blinked, momentarily confused. Then she looked down. 

“Oh my God,” she laughed, hand flying to her mouth. “What did you do to yourself?”

“Mistakes were made.” Danielle admitted. “I have traced them back to the decision to wear a dress.”

“Doesn’t look like a mistake from where I’m standing.” Valerie smiled at her, which was all the permission Dani’s guts needed to start doing backflips in her belly. “And you can look forward to taking it off at the end of the night-”

She froze in mute horror the second the words left her mouth.

Danny and Sam’s heads swiveled, first to Valerie, then to Danielle, finally swinging around to Maddie, whose face had gone unreadably blank. 

Tucker had the manic look of a man who had been given a wonderful, wonderful gift.

“I swear,” Valerie said slowly. “I did not mean it to sound like that.”

“Make it sound like what?” Jack asked, genuinely confused. 

“I’ll tell you when you’re older,” Maddie told him.

The room was very quiet. Danielle slowly reached into her pockets and pulled out her emergency snacks. She tore open the packet and offered it to Valerie. “Topic change?”

“Please.” Desperately snatching the candy like a woman being carefully studied by a mother with access to high-powered weaponry, Valerie chewed through a handful of candies before realizing: “Wait...how does your dress have pockets?”

“Oh that was me!” Jack boasted. “Sewing isn’t that much harder than jumpsuit maintenance! I used to make all of Danny’s Halloween Costumes before he got too “cool” for it.”

Somehow, this quickly jumped into Sam insisting on seeing pictures of Danny dressed as an Astronaut or one of the Ghost Busters, which seamlessly steered back them standing all together while Maddie and Jack took more pictures; Danny with one arm around Sam’s waist and the other linked with Tucker’s, Valerie hugging Danielle from behind and resting her chin on Dani’s shoulder to fit both of them in frame. 

By some miracle consensus, no one said anything about Valerie’s hilariously and unfortunately-worded slip-up. 

All through the photos, and even as Valerie held her hand and walked with her out the door, Danielle felt at the pocket at her waist with her free hand, checking to make sure the Fenton Emergency Snacks were still there.

Yeah she really owed Jack big time, now. 

#Phanniemay18 #Phanniemay #Vengeful Babes #Amethyst Ocean #Dani Phantom #Danny Fenton #Prom #Future Fic #Valerie Gray #Sam Manson #Tucker Foley #Maddie Fenton #Jack Fenton #My Writing #my fanfiction #Fashion #Wardrobe #dresses #school dance #VALERIE NO #JACK SAVES THE DAY

[chasholidays]

Bellarke Soulmates au where all your life, you see black & white, and then when you touch your soulmate, you see colors. Please and thanks!

To Bellamy, not having a soulmate sometimes feels like knowing the setup for a joke and never hearing the punchline.

Not, admittedly, that he knows he doesn’t have a soulmate. He’s only thirty, and plenty of people find their soulmates at that age or later. It’s just that it seems easier, at this point in his life, to assume that no one is coming along, that he’s going to be one of those people who never gets that.

In some ways, it’s not hard to fake it. He knows that leaves are supposed to be green, and the sky is supposed to be blue. The rug in his apartment is brown, which is the same color as dirt and tree bark and his eyes. Apples are red or sometimes green, and traffic light colors are always in the same order: red at the top, then yellow, then green.

But he’s getting to the age where a lot of people he knows have soulmates, where a world without color is becoming the exception, rather than the norm. He has to fake it now, because if strangers find out he can’t see colors, it changes things. People will feel sorry for him, and that’s even worse than not having a soulmate.

It’s not as if he isn’t happy, honestly. It’s not as if not having a soulmate is this great blight on his life. But he’ll be out with his coworkers, and someone will ask which color was most surprising, when they first saw it, or they’ll try to describe what fall leaves look like, and he just has to nod and smile and hope no one asks him too many specific questions.

His favorite color is blue, and if he never sees it, he still thinks it’s a pretty good favorite color. From what he’s heard.

It’s three weeks after his birthday when Miller finds his soulmate, a cute, geeky kid named Monty, and Bellamy tries not to be too bitter.

“Is it as awesome as everyone says?” he asks.

Miller takes a sip of beer. “Which part, love or color?”

“Color. I’ve been in love before.”

Miller doesn’t call him out on that one; soulmate love is supposed to be unlike anything else, but Miller is still new to it. He and Monty haven’t really had time to do much more than meet each other.

“It’s kind of like looking up the answers at the end of the book,” he decides, his tone thoughtful. “Except you never did any work for the class and the whole thing is basically a mindfuck. Like, you didn’t know enough to have any idea what the answers would even look like.”

That actually does make some sense to him, even if he doesn’t entirely get it. But, like Miller said, he doesn’t really have the full picture. He doesn’t feel as if he has the capacity to know what he’s missing.

“So, it’s cool?” he asks.

“Yeah. But if I never got it—“ He shrugs. “You’re still good.”

“I am,” he agrees, and can’t help a teasing smirk. “So, what, you think it’s never going to happen for me? Already giving up?”

Miller rolls his eyes. “Who the fuck wants to put up with you their whole life?”

It’s a joke, and he knows it, but it still feels a little like it’s not. Which isn’t Miller’s fault; this is his insecurity.

“That’s the question,” he says, making sure it sounds like a joke too. “Guess we’ll find out.”

*

Two weeks later, his sister’s soulmate has a show that seems custom-designed to make him feel shittier.

Of course he knows that’s not actually what happened; the world does not revolve around him. The decision had nothing to do with him at all. And it’s honestly a cool idea: Lincoln collaborated with a friend of his who doesn’t have her soulmate yet, and they both produced paintings with the same colors and themes, something like a before-and-after game. Even without being able to see the “real” colors, Bellamy will be able to appreciate the differences in shade and design. It won’t be entirely lost on him.

It’s still tempting to just skip out, but he likes Lincoln, and Octavia will definitely notice if he isn’t there, and will guess why and have opinions about it.

So he’d better just go.

“This is actually going to be cool,” Octavia says, way too brightly. Lincoln is busy with setup, so she’s having dinner with him, Miller, and Monty before they go to the opening event at the gallery.

“As opposed to all Lincoln’s other, shitty art?” Bellamy teases.

She rolls her eyes. “Not that. But it’ll be cool to see what it’s like for you. Everyone else can see the colors, but you have the other perspective.”

“Lucky me.”

“You’re going to find them,” O says, like this is a certainty. “But for now, it’s cool. We’ll get the full experience.”

And Bellamy has to admit, it is cool. The paintings are side-by-side, with detailed breakdowns of what the instructions were and what colors were used next to them, and it’s interesting to see how much better the shades of gray on Clarke Griffin’s paintings look to him than the ones on Lincoln’s do. He’s seen art done by people without soulmates before, but they tend to work in actual grayscale, avoiding colors which they can’t actually distinguish for just this reason.

“Does it work?” he asks his sister. “Clarke Griffin’s stuff.”

“Kind of. It’s not–it feels like what you’d do if you didn’t have enough colors to pick from, I guess? Like, the sky is blue, but it doesn’t really look like the right blue.”

“It looks like the right blue to me,” he says. “I like it.”

“Thanks,” says a voice, and Bellamy turns and bumps his shoulder against this unfamiliar girl who’s standing too close, and all at once the world is bursting into what he knows must be color.

It’s as hard to explain as everyone’s always said it was, because he’s trying to put together references he didn’t even entirely know he was missing. The woman’s hair is light, probably blonde, and her skin is pale too, but he has no idea what color her eyes are, or what color her scarf is. Her shirt is gray, which is familiar, but even that shade has these nuances he didn’t know about, these other colors he can’t identify yet.

He looks down, remembering that his shirt is blue, and he does like the shade. That’s a relief.

Then he looks back at the woman, who’s not looking at him anymore either.

“Oh my god, it looks so different.”

He follows her gaze to the paintings on the wall, and she’s right, of course; the pleasing patterns of gray have been replaced by other, unknown colors that are, for reasons he can’t even begin to articulate, less appealing together than the colors he saw before were.

“You’re the artist?” he asks, although he already knows.

“And you’re my soulmate,” she says.

“She’s your what?” asks Octavia. “Bell, you can–”

“You’re losing your alternate perspective on the show, yeah,” he says. “This is my soulmate.”

*

Meeting Clarke is almost more surreal than being able to see colors, but the colors make for a much easier topic of conversation. And it’s a good way to get to know her, too, since they’re walking around her art show, looking at her paintings, and she’s regretting everything about her choices.

It’s kind of adorable, honestly.

“Seriously, that’s what green looks like?” she laments, signing at her painting of a flower next to Lincoln’s. “That’s not what I pictured.”

“Could you actually picture them?” he asks, curious. “Like–did you know how to imagine it?”

“Not like this. I guess I kind of–” She laughs, this soft, almost shy sound that makes his heart twist. “I thought a lot about it, I guess? And people try to tell me, other artists, but–I had no idea there would be so many.”

He smiles. “Yeah, I know what you mean. At least we’re in the right place for it.”

“Right place?”

He takes the excuse to move a little closer to her, leaning in so he can point to the card by the pieces. “They’re all labeled so we know what colors they are.”

That makes her laugh again. “Yeah, we’ve got a cheat sheet. And it does help. I can see how this green Lincoln used is in the same color family as mine, but his has more yellow in it.” She shakes her head. “God, it’s so weird. Finally seeing–I’ve studied color theory, I know exactly how it’s supposed to work, that you can mix blue and red to make purple, and I know how it works with black and white and shades of gray, but–this is so much more.”

“So, you want to leave the gallery and go play around with paint mixing, right?” he teases.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yeah, but you do.”

“Can you tell that because you’re my soulmate?” she asks.

“Or it’s really obvious.” He wets his lips. “I don’t mind, if you want to go. I assume we’re going to see more of each other.”

“Yeah.” It’s her turn to pause, deliberate, lip caught in her teeth. He’s looking forward to learning all of her little quirks. “Or you could come with me.”

“If I leave with you, my little sister is definitely going to think I’m going to get laid,” he says.

“She’s Lincoln’s soulmate, right? He said she was–” She tries to find the right word. “Opinionated.”

“She’s a pain in my ass,” he grumbles, but he knows how fond it sounds.

“Is it bad?” she asks. “If she thinks you’re getting laid. I wasn’t ruling that out.”

His mouth tugs up. “No, neither was I. Let me get my coat.”

Clarke’s studio isn’t far, and she slides her hand into his as they walk, small and warm, and he squeezes her fingers. “Demographic stuff?” he asks.

“Hmm?”

“Where are you from?”

“California. I came up here for school and never left. You?”

“Here. I just never left. How old are you?”

“Twenty-seven. You?”

“I turned thirty last month. I had a kind of minor I’m never going to find my soulmate crisis going on.”

“Yeah?”

“Miller and Monty just met, and O and Lincoln haven’t been together that long either, just about six months. It was starting to feel like I was the last one left who didn’t have mine.”

“But now you do.”

He still can’t quite believe it. He’s walking down the street with a beautiful woman who was meant to be his, and even in the dark, at night, the world is full of so many colors. He can’t believe there are this many. It doesn’t seem possible.

“Now I do.”

She unlocks the door to the studio, gives him a quick tour, but the main event is the rows of paints, all bright colors in a row. They pull them down and examine them, getting the feeling of pink and turquoise, these things he understood as theory, as words, but not as reality.

“Can you believe every single shade has a name?” she asks, running her fingers over the labels with awe. “And you can mix them all, and they’ll all be different?”

He laughs. “It’s pretty unbelievable, yeah.” And then, he can’t help adding, “You really must be my soulmate.”

“That’s how it works, yeah.”

“No, I meant–don’t get me wrong, you’re awesome, so far. But I always kind of wondered about the colors more. Even if I never found my soulmate, I figured I could fall in love. But I’d never know what this stuff was like, not really. So I’m glad that’s the big draw for you.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” she says. “You seem pretty great too. But I’m glad you wanted to bail and come play with paint with me.”

Tentatively, he puts his arm around her, and when she leans back into him, he tugs her closer, kisses her hair. She smells light and fresh and a little like the chill of the air, and she’s his, somehow.

The world is new and bright and beautiful, in a way he didn’t even know how to imagine.

“Yeah,” he says. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

#arthichetty

[luninosity]

In “things that nobody really asked for but I am excited about,” and because I’m contemplating putting it up on AO3 for ease of reading, here is the next tiny piece of the Midwinter Demon original fic, which by the way is now 64k in total, or so says my Word doc. This is probably somehow @viperbranium‘s fault for encouraging me. <3

(previous bits I’ve put up on tumblr can be found here, tagged as ‘midwinter demon fic’)

##

“Oh, that’s an easy one. No problem.” Justin peeked into the window of a clothing shop as they passed, momentarily interested in holiday purses. “That shade of green is frightening, isn’t it? I had green hair for a while. Before I met you, I think. Not that kind of green, though. Do you actually know Incantation? I’ll get you some of their records if you want.”

 “Purple.”

 “What?”

 “Your hair. When I met you. Pink and black the week after that.” It’d been a delicate pink, a sunrise-and-springtime pink, around the edges: midnight-waterfall black fading to a fringe of roses. “I listened to the Enchantresses, too. Found ’em on YouTube. Not bad.”

 “Oh!” Turning to him, Justin was breathtaking: youthful eagerness and beauty. Kris forgot to exhale, pinned like a trophy on a corkboard by lust and love and hopeless adoration. “Oh, that’s awesome, they’re so good, they deserve to be so much more famous, did you like—”

 Traffic skidded. Brakes squealed. A scream rang out, shrill and sharp.

 They both spun toward the intersection. A stroller rattled, running away, sliding in front of a truck. Green light glowed; the mother dropped packages and ran, but—

 Justin caught breath, flung out a hand, made a tugging gesture—

 The baby landed in his arms, yellow ducky blanket and wailing face and all. It took one look at him, and screams turned into astounded hiccups.

 The world stared too. Equally astounded.

 That hadn’t been simple telekinesis. Might’ve been, but hadn’t.

 Justin, cradling the baby, said, “Shh, you’re fine—” and then looked up, and looked at Kris, and went utterly pale, insofar as that was possible under the smoke and brimstone of demon-skin.

 Justin mostly looked like himself, even as a demon. That much was true.

 Justin also had a flickering shimmering aura, the sizzle of heat over pavement on a hot day, distorting the air around him; the afternoon tasted of fire and barbecue. His eyes had turned even redder, and his skin had an eerie sheen; the blue highlights in his hair had vanished, burned off. The strands curled and coiled: still partly black, but black and red and gold and rippling, coals burning low and hot and kissed by wind. He even had a tiny ephemeral suggestion of horns.

 His lips moved. The words might’ve been no, or oh fuck no, or Kris’s name.

 No one else moved. A frozen tableau: café patrons, window-shoppers, pedestrians, gawking motorists on city streets.

 The mother ran: across the street, up to Justin, up to the demon holding her baby; and she staggered and trembled and held out arms and pleaded, “Please—”

 “Demon,” whispered a man at the corner café.

 “Demon,” breathed the girl next to him.

 “I’m so sorry,” Justin said, trembling—a demon shaken by notice—and pushed the baby into its mother’s arms, and took a breath—

 Kris didn’t think, didn’t stop to process, only moved. Instinctive. Grabbing Justin’s hand.

 They rematerialized in a back alley: the one immediately behind the café, in fact, complete with dumpsters and a scruffy tomcat, which hissed and fled. Justin tripped over an apple core, shook Kris’s hand wildly, and demanded, “What the hell were you thinking—you could’ve—” His hair crackled, distressed.

 “What the hell was I—what the hell were you—you weren’t going to leave me behind!”

 “I could’ve dropped you into a brick wall! Or—or that dumpster!”

 “But you didn’t!” They were shouting. More shouting was happening down the street. Demon rumors spreading. Justin had faded back to mostly human, with a tinge of crimson under skin and eyes and fireflower hair; Kris was still holding his hand. Neither of them had let go. “Is your hair on fire?”

 “That’s what you’re worried about?”

 “It’s an important question! I care if your head’s burning!”

 “It does that on its own—” Justin risked a quick peek down the alleyway. “I can probably only teleport us both one more time. Two, maybe, but I might pass out.”

 “Are you okay?”

 Justin stared at him. Opened his mouth, shut it, shook his head. “How are you not concerned about the whole demon part?”

 “You didn’t answer the question!”

 “I’m only half. Everything’s harder.” Justin had carried on staring at him. “Shouldn’t you be turning me in? Or asking whether I’m about to abduct you to the demonic underworld?”

 “Are you?”

 “No!”

  “We’re good, then!” Kris yanked his voice down to a reasonable level. Some part of him was shrieking and gibbering in terror—demon, oh fuck Justin was a demon, a real demon, scourge of legends and gruesome cautionary tales—but a much larger part was taking a shockingly rational and simultaneously romantic view of the situation, in which he and Justin were in this together. And Justin was holding his hand.

#original fic #midwinter demon fic #fic in progress #mostly just to make myself happy #because i like these boys

[awkwarddezzy]

Kitten (Dan x reader)

Pairing: Dan x reader

Genre: romance, fluff, smut in general

TW: swearing, dirty talk, light bondage, spanking, master/pet roleplay

Word count: 1,941 (I tried not to make it too long)

Happy Valentine’s Day lovelies! So sorry I took over a month to post my first imagine fic. I’ve been trying to ease my way into a comfortable routine in a new college semester after all the stress from last semester. I promise, I’ll get back to those requests I put off from doing for the last handful of months.

Btw how do you like the new formatting? I prefer it this way and to use GIF’s over my photo collages for your visual instead.

Also, I’ve been meaning to tell you guys the good news, but I keep forgetting. RL DAN AND I ARE BACK TOGETHER. We’ve been spending the last few weeks together and rebuilding our relationship after the goddamn disaster of emotions during winter break. We’re very happy now. We moved past his wrong choice and he’s doing so much to make up for it. Long story short, “she” lied about the whole lockdown thing and now she’s apparently dating one of RL Dan’s “friends” (I say it like that because RL Dan hasn’t forgiven this friend for something else that’s an entire different story). What a complicated world we live in. 😅

This imagine has been in my head for the last several days. I knew I wanted to post something for St. Cupid’s Day, and what better idea than to return with some smut? I still got my requests to take care of and this is my way to transition back into that kind of writing. Also, RL Dan and I have been getting a bit frisky too lately, so this is also a bit of a cultivation of my, ahem, raging kinky thoughts. Anyway, I hope ya’ll enjoy. I blame RL Dan for putting me back into this mindset lol.

Standing in the bathroom of your boyfriend’s flat, you take a calculating look on the mirror. You bite your lip anxiously. Dan has no clue you’re doing this for him. On the most loveliest day of the year, you decided to do more than hearts and flowers as your gift for him.

Breathe, (Y/N). You’re doing this for Dan. You want this. You know he wants this.

You giggle softly. This is Dan. You know he’s going to ravage you as soon as you walk out this door, into the lounge, and he lays your eyes on you. You can practically imagine him undressing you with his eyes. Those warm mocha-shaded orbs that’ll darken with lust during your “nights of passion.” 

“Babe?” you hear Dan call out from the other side of the door. “What’s taking you so long? I got (your favorite romantic movie) set up.” 

“C-coming.” Which you’ll probably be doing multiple times tonight.

You nod at the mirror. It’s Valentine’s Day. You’ve dated Dan for nearly a year. His friends and family adore you. Your friends and family approve of him. You two are hopelessly in love with each other. You two have slowly pushed through boundaries of your physical relationship. Tonight, you’re taking the initiative to push it just a little further. 

You unlock the door, swinging it open and heading back to the lounge. Dan is on his usual spot on the sofa, dressed in a casual pair of black pajama bottoms and his green camouflage jumper. He looks up when he hears your enter, and his audible gasp has you internally dancing in joy. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “(Y/N), what’s the meaning of this?” 

“Surprise,” you say softly. 

His eyes roam over the length of your body. Thanks to (B/F/N), she helped you put together your outfit for the evening. (F/C) lacy boyshorts. Black lacy camisole. No footwear, because as tempting as it was to complete your attire with a pair of red heels, you found something better to do the job. 

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” 

You smirk. “Meow.” 

A pair of black cat ears with blue, purple, and black roses shipped from Hot Topic’s online store is perched on top of your head. All the R-rated fanfiction you’ve read over the years led you to click the purchase button while you did your internet shopping. Not only did the accessory match the clothes, but you knew the colors would trigger Dan’s inner dominant side. 

It’s there. All he needs is a little push. 

He groans. In a matter of seconds, he’s off the sofa and has his arms around your waist. He cups your face in his large hands, gazing down at you with a soft but carnal expression. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.” 

He grins. “Oh, it’s a happy one indeed.” 

Leaning down, he presses his lips to yours. You snake your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his hair. You push yourself closer to him until the lower half of your body touches his. You can feel his hardness through his pajamas. 

A soft groan escapes your lips. You can’t wait any longer. 

“Bedroom?” you mumble. 

He nods wordlessly. You grab his hand, and together you two walk to his room. There’s a palpable tension in the air. Nerves fill your lungs as you think about the rest of the night. Judging by the firm but reassuring grip Dan has on your hand, he’s most likely going to give in to his inner beast. You enjoy whenever that side of him slips during sex, though a part of you remains having doubts. 

Will you live up to his standards? 

Will you be able to comply if he converts into full-on dominance? 

“(Y/N),” Dan speaks once the two of you are in his room and he closes the door. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” 

You nod. It’s one of the few things you’ve ever been one hundred percent ready for. 

“You can have me any way you want me,” you say. “I’m all yours tonight.” 

He looks at you coyly. “Really?” 

“Really.” 

A corner of his lips tilts upward. “Is my kitten ready for me?” 

You flush. Kitten… sounds fitting.

“Yes… master.” You reach into the lone back pocket of your boyshorts and pull out a (F/C) scarf. “Kitten has something for you.” 

He stares at the scarf thoughtfully. “What does kitten want me to do with it?” 

You step toward him, giving him the scarf. “Master wants kitten… to be tied.” 

“Do you now. Then hands behind your back.” 

You do as he says. You wait a few seconds as Dan loops the scarf around your wrists, then secures it with a double knot. You move your wrists slightly. It’s tight enough so it won’t fall off, yet still slightly loose so you can move your hands around. 

“On the bed.”

Once again, you obey his command, flopping down onto the mattress. 

“Kneel.” You move onto your knees so your ass faces him. 

“Mmmm…” You close your eyes as you feel his palm caress one of your ass cheeks. “So… delectable.” 

You giggle. His choice of words for your butt amuses you. 

That giggle instantly turns into a yelp when his palm slaps against your satin-covered buttocks. 

“What’s so funny, kitten?” 

You bite your lip. “N-nothing master.” 

“That’s what I thought.” His fingers slip through the boyshorts, sliding it down your legs. His breath hitches once your underwear hits the floor. Bingo. 

You’re startled when he flips you so your back is on the bedsheets. You gaze at him with hooded eyes. “What will you do now, master?” 

“What does kitten want?“  

Your body warms. Is he really asking me to say it? “You know what I want.” 

“Then say it.” 

“Y-your hands master.” 

“Mmmm-hmmm.” His fingers brush along your bare thighs. “And where does kitten want my hands.” 

“Everywhere.” 

“Fuck…” His hands move to the straps of your camisole, dragging it down your body and throwing it to the floor to join your discarded underwear. He blinks when he notices that you aren’t wearing a bra. 

It was (B/F/N)’s suggestion. She thought it would be “easy access” for Dan. 

His lips ghost over your collarbone and down your chest until it hovers over your breasts. You let out a breathy moan when his tongue licks over one of your mounds. You arch your back, silently begging him to do more with his mouth. For a brief second, you wish your hands aren’t tied; by now, you would’ve taken care of matters yourself. 

As if he can read your thoughts, his mouth fully engulfs your breasts while his thumb fiddles with your neglected one. Your thoughts temporarily shuts down, your mind only focused on the sensation of his lips. You whimper when his teeth lightly scrapes at your nipple. The slight pain is making you more of a mess. 

“Dan…” 

His mouth and hand ceases their movement. He lifts his head to look at you. 

“Who’s Dan?” he asks with narrowed eyes. “I don’t know of any Dan.” 

Shit, he’s really into this. “S-sorry master.” 

“Tsk, tsk.” He inches his body away from you. “I’m disappointed in you, kitten.” 

“It was a mistake, sir.” 

“It is… but a mistake has its consequences.” 

You gulp. What’s Dan going to do to you?

You brace yourself for the likelihood of another spanking, so you’re surprised when his hands trails down the length of your body and makes their way to your now moist pussy. You exhale harshly when two of his fingers suddenly thrust into you. Your reaction results in a grin slowly appearing on his face. 

“You like that kitten?” 

You nod, unable to elicit any words. His thumb joins in on the action, rubbing moderately-fast circles on your clit. You spread your legs wider. You buck your hips to meet his fingers – whatever punishment he has planned, at least you’ll receive an orgasm out of it. 

Except you don’t. 

You whine when Dan withdraws his fingers. He smirks at your annoyed expression, playfully raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong, kitten?”

Damn you. I’m not letting you have the upper hand.

You resist your whine. “Nothing master.” 

“Really.” 

“Yes master.” 

You bite your lip. “Sir, why do you still have your clothes on?” 

“Hmmm… seems like kitten thinks she’s running the show.” 

You blush. “It was just a question, sir.” 

 He chuckles, patting your head. “Don’t worry, kitten. Do you want them off?” 

“Yes master. I’d like that very much.” you reply enthusiastically. 

“Anything for my kitten.” 

With your pussy still longing for a release, you watch as Dan removes his clothes. You sigh in content when he lifts his jumper and throws it off, exposing his toned bare chest. Your lick your lips when he pushes his pajamas and boxers down his legs. And this… this is all mine. 

Once Dan’s closed are all gone, he joins you back on the bed. He hovers over your body, peppering kisses on several areas of your skin until he reaches your face. Your lips meet, and you pour your sexual frustration into the kiss. You suck on his upper lip, even biting it a couple of times. He practically shoves his tongue through your mouth until it’s as if you can feel every inch of it. You absolutely love it. 

“Please master,” you beg when your mouths disconnect.  

“Please what?” 

“Please… fuck me.” 

He smiles. “As you wish, kitten.” 

You moan in relief when he finally enters you. Hips flushed against his, you’re even more relieved when he reaches behind you and unties the scarf, throwing it to the floor to join your discarded clothes. His mouth nips at the column of your neck. With your now free hands, you grip onto his shoulder blades. 

“Yes…” you hiss. “So good.” 

He forgoes his usual gradual pace, instead going for an immediate quick pace. Pounding into you relentlessly, your moans reaches a higher pitch that could rival any belting singer. You don’t care how loud you’re being. Phil’s not around and your neighbors should understand it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s not every day you get a dominant, oh-so-sexy boyfriend. 

“I love you,” you groan, not caring that you’re breaking character. He inches away from your neck to look at you. 

His own mask falters, brown eyes filled with adoration. “I love you too. Now come for me, (Y/N). Come on master’s cock.” 

You yell his name in ecstasy, your inner walls fluttering around him. Your arms hold him tighter against you. You swear you see fireworks over your eyelids, because all you can see is a spontaneous explosion of bright colors. Your body shakes, and as Dan reaches his peak too, you bite his neck to contain any more screams. As loud as you are, you don’t want his neighbors to think you’re being murdered. 

“Ah…” you breathe out when Dan pulls out of you. Your hair is tangled and your cat ears are haphazardly close to falling off. 

“We should’ve done that sooner,” he muses. 

“Ya think?” 

He laughs, moving so he lays on his back. “That wasn’t too much for you?”

"Nope.” You lay your head on his chest. “It was perfect.” 

“That’s all that matters, love.” 

The two of you lay in comfortable silence for several seconds before you angle your head up. 

“Again?” you ask. 

“Already?” he says in amusement. 

“It’s not even midnight. We got time.” 

He smiles at you mischievously. “Well then.” You squeal when he tackles you so your back returns to lying on the mattress. “There’s more where that came from, kitten.”

I actually do have those cat ears. There were a few different choice colors when I went to Hot Topic to purchase them. I ultimately chose the one I wrote in the fic since the colors suit me and purple & black are RL Dan’s favorite colors. The blue is a bonus. It’s so adorable and RL Dan gets all mushy whenever I wear them.

Idk why I didn’t write this sooner. I had so much fun working on this. 😍 To save this as my comeback for 2017… I’m glad I waited.

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