#i for one am shaking a little bit shout out to mom and dad yay

[yeahboomerang]

just flirted w at least 5 different people for the answers to my missing assignments 😎

#😃 #anyway how are y’all #what’s the vibe #i for one am shaking a little bit shout out to mom and dad yay #shit ANYWHO #whats up #not atla #from sunny

[hyrule-kingdom-updates]

Astor just sighed to himself as he walked down the castle’s long hallways.

The windows on this level of the castle spanned from the floor to ceiling, with natural sunlight dripping in through the gold trim. His eyes squinted at the light, and he let his hair fall closer to his face. I should get a hood one of these days.

His footsteps were mostly quiet and unnoticable, which unfortunately for him, led to a less than ideal collision with someone as he turned the corner.

“SON OF A—”

The man ran straight into Astor, his papers scattering across the floor. He shook a fist at the prophet, angrily—he was some old soul with blond hair with bits of grey, and a weathered round face with a set of furious blue eyes. 

“Watch where you’re going, you clod!” Ligero yelled. “I have half a mind to report you for interfering with sensitive documents!”

Astor leaned down, picking up the papers—seemingly just full of various recorded tax benefits—and rolled his eyes, mumbling. “Yes...and we wouldn’t want you to stress yourself working on only half a brain…”

“What was that?”

“Mm...nothing…”

“You youths...I hate mumbling…” 

Astor fitted the papers into a neat stack before handing them back to Ligero, which he snatched up, flipping through them carefully. The prophet gave a shallow, shallow bow. 

“My deepest apologies...Lord Ligero.”  

Ligero suddenly stopped reading, raising an eyebrow and looking him up and down for a moment. “Do I...know you?”

He narrowed his eyes. “If the stars had aligned correctly, this would be our first and last meeting.”

The Lord wagged a finger at him as his eyes lit up. “Ahhh...you’re that crazy star seer. The one aways snuggled up in the queen’s shadow…”

“Gh…...I’m not—”

“Yeah…” Ligero rubbed his chin. “You’re that sickly twig that’s been whining about our deaths and such...always making a fuss since Elane died.” He chuckled to himself, while Astor scowled.

“Her Majesty’s...passing, puts the future of Hyrule on a path of certain doom. I believe I’ve made my predictions of past clear, that the princess will not awaken her power in—”

 “Ayap-yap-yap-yap-yap-yap…” Ligero opened and closed his hand like a mouth in mockery. “Listen boy, you won’t win any favours by spewing your miserable thoughts at every meeting.”

“Maybe I don’t desire your favour.”

“Well then who are you looking to please? Cause I’m afraid it’s a little late to cuck His Majesty any further.”

“Excuse me?” Astor took a step forward, but the Lord stood his ground with a smile, cocking his head to the side. 

“I mean, that’s the only reason some nobody like you is here in the first place, isn’t it? Royal connections? Lovely pity on a scrawny useless orph—”

“I’m here to do my job.”

“Aw, don’t live in denial, boy. I have an eye for this sort of thing. And I’m always partial to helping a lad in need…”

Astor was already turning to move past Ligero, but suddenly stopped. He smirked to himself in amusement. “Is that so…?”

“Oh sure. My own son I’ve raised to be the peak of perfection. Striking young man, dashing blond—like me—and skilled. Rising up the knight’s ranks faster than an octo balloon! That’s all me, all my parenting right th—”

“And which son is that?”

“My oldest, my…...one, son.” He glared at him with a frown. 

“Hmm…” Astor could barely hold back from snickering. “And what do you think of this oldest son then?”

“Oh, too much of his mother’s child, if you ask me. But much better than I in some regards, though of course, not all of them. Ohoho…”

“Yes…” Astor smiled to himself. “You’re a funny man, Ligero Hartell…”

Ligero finally stopped laughing to himself. “But you see, perfection like that isn’t born. It’s made and nurtured, you have to coax it out of them.” He poked Astor’s chest, and he flinched away in disgust. “Quit your mumbling, your babbling, your little grief stricken dreams, it’s all useless. No one cares for it.”

The Lord went to pat his head, like a puppy, but Astor dodged out of the movement with a verbal “nope” as he whipped behind him. Ligero just shrugged. “If you can’t churn yourself to be a better man, then you’ll have to settle for the next best thing. You want to be something more? Something of actual merit? Taken more seriously than some child that was dragged up these polished steps out of a late woman’s mercy?” He flicked his wrist, adjusting the cuff of his pristine white sleeve. “Stop chasing the dead. Don’t be blinded by replaceable things like compassion and the sort. Find a wealthy friend or something, get rich, get power.” 

Ligero turned to continue walking down the hall. “Besides, even if it is like you say—then all the more to ride the sayings of, ‘You only live once.’”

Astor glowered, watching Ligero walk away. He scoffed, and started to turn back towards his own destination, before the Lord called out once more—  

“And cut your hair or something! You’re no Rito, quit with the braids. It’ll get all greasy and frizzy...Trust me, I knew someone with hair like that, once.”

Astor’s expression softened just a bit—nearly undetectable—before immediately being replaced with a darker scowl.

He kept walking, his deep purple robes dancing just a finger-widths above the stone polished steps. He opened and closed his hand to himself, miming Ligero’s speaking.

“Always partial to helping a lad in need...gods, seems childhood memory has still captured him to perfection.” Astor came up on the wooden door, and walked inside. 

The ceiling was a stone dome, littered with old parchment maps, and Sheikah charts, along with chalk that outlined ancient constellations and designs. There was an old chalkboard—stolen, from the Sheikah department—with further sketches and notes, torn out pages from old journals and texts pinned to the board and walls. Even the window was covered by hanging gyrospheres and astrolabes, twirling in infinite suspension. Since they blocked the window’s hinges, they were probably the reason why the room smelled so musty.

Astor closed the door, and flopped down on an old velvet bench, staring at the ceiling in silence.

“BOO!”

“GAAaaAAAh!” Astor shot up, whipping his head at the dangerous intruder, only to find a giggling, blonde girl.

She was doing her best to muffle her laughter by holding her hands to her mouth. “Gotchu again, Mr. Astor!” 

He sighed. “What are you doing here?”

The princess shuffled towards his desk, hands already bored and ready to play with the nearest pointy object. “You took so long to get heeeeree….why was that old guy even talking to you?”

He fixed his hair behind his ears, not really paying attention. “Oh? You heard all that, then?”

“Yeaaah, the halls are—” she cupped her hands over her mouth, “—ECHOEY, Echoey, echoey...echoey….” Her voice grew fainter at each repetition. 

“Stop shouting in my study. You’ll attract the rats…”

“I like rats!” She ran back up to Astor, sitting on the other end of the bench. “They’re like dogs! But small!”

“They’re rodents. Think more possums and mice.”

“Like that old guy, right?” She played with a loose thread on her dress. “Last week you called him a gross...virgin? Vermin… Velvet…? I forgot the word—”

Astor suddenly scooped the young Zelda up under her arms, holding her out in front of him like she was a disease. “Don’t tell anyone I said that, alright? That’s our secret.”

“Put me doooooooown!!”

“No. Get out. I’m working.”

The princess struggled in his grip so much that by the time he reached the door with her, she was nearly upside down. He opened the door and she craned her neck up, pleading at him with an upside down frown.

“Pleeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase let me stay??? Dad never bothers to look for me here….and your room is so cool! Even mom hung out here a lot…” Astor physically flinched, and Zelda took that as an opportunity to let loose some puppy eyes. “Pweaaaaaaase????”

Astor was so ready, so ready to shake her off his arm and let her possibly break a bone tumbling down the steps. “Oh! It was an accident, Your Majesty. She was so busy talking and talking and bouncing off the walls she forgot how stairs worked! I tried to stop her but she used her superglue prank again! Oh what a shame!” It would have been so easy…

Instead, the prophet just sighed, turned around, and let her topple onto the room’s floor. She yelled a “Yay!” before scuttling towards the windowsill, adorned with sparkly objects. Astor made his way to his desk, muttering.

“You can stay for five minutes. But don’t touch anything.”

Zelda immediately started touching and spinning the gyrospheres around in her hand.

The princess pranced and sat and played and pondered around the room—five minutes, ten, fifteen, and twenty. Finally she hobbled up to Astor, her arms full of shiny orbs and trinkets. She peered at his desk.

“So whatcha working on?” Zelda asked, looking at the weird sketches. “You seeing the future and stuff?”

“Something like that,” he replied stiffly. Silence resumed in the room.

Zelda set down her arm full of collectables, before standing on her toes to catch a better glimpse. “So what’s gonna happen? What’s gonna happen in the future?”

The prophet rolled his eyes, still trying to focus on his work. “Oh, you know. Death, doom, destruction. You’ll fail to awaken your powers, everyone perishes...the usual sort.”

Zelda crossed her arms and sat on the ground with a huff. “You don’t know that.”

“I do know that.”

“Oh yeah? Well if you can see the future, then WHAT am I gonna do next? Betcha can’t tell!”

“You’re going to attempt a backflip.”

“I’m going to do a b—” Zelda had jumped up, her arms already in the air, before she let them drop and sputtered angrily. “H-Hey! How’d you know that?!”

“Because that’s what you always do to try and disprove me.” He nodded towards the broken chair beside the door, along with a broken shelf, and a broken footstool.

“Hmph!”

“But that’s not how telling the future works anyways.”

“Oh yeah, well how am I supposed to know if you never TELL ME!” She suddenly scrambled into Astor’s lap, trying to steal his papers. 

“H-Hey! Get off you insolent—”

“Tell me what your jooooooob issssss you never doooooooooo anything despite having the coolest room…” Zelda palmed her face on his papers, refusing to move.” 

Astor was just about pulling his hair out, before taking a deep breath. “If I tell you, will you get off me?”

“Maaaybe.”

“Ugh. You’re insufferable…” Astor leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling. 

“Well it’s like this. Every choice and possibility exists. Every universe and timeline with every outcome and conclusion you could imagine exists in the grand unknown. There’s a universe where you’re a boy, there’s a universe where you don’t exist, there’s a universe where you’re quiet and don’t bother me all the time—”

“Is there one where my mom’s alive?” Zelda leaned her head back and looked up at him.

He was silent for a moment, pondering his words. “...Yes. There is.” 

He finally raised an arm, gesturing to the decorated ceiling. “See now, predicting the future is all a matter of trying to identify exactly what kind of universe you’re in. You look to the stars—gifts from the spirits, who roam as a constant in all timelines. You look to dreams, and magic, and visions...your surroundings, the people...there’s a pattern and predictability that I can use to identify what universe we’re in, and how the future will play out.”

“So you think we’re in the one where the Calamity wins?” Zelda raised an eyebrow.

“From what I’ve seen, I’m almost certain. Yes.”

“That sucks.”

“It does...suck.”

Zelda jumped up and went back to playing with the gold and silver trinkets. “Why don’t we just go to a universe where we don’t lose?”

Astor turned back to his work. “Because that’s not possible.”

“Really? You sure?”

Astor stopped, pondering for just a moment, before shrugging and continuing to work. 

“Probably anyways. I imagine millions of people have tried before, millenia ago. And from the looks of things, nothing’s worked.”

Zelda fiddled with an Ancient Core. 

#??? #Assivus Hartell #long ago and long away #hku spoilers #Ligero Hartell #Didymos Astor #Princess Zelda Mallory Hyrule

[petertingle-yipyip]

Selfish - Peter Parker

Part Two : Stained Glass

// Selfish // Highly requested by those tagged below and 4 anons//

// Tags: @josiemara @dylanstilinskiposts @just-a-sad-chicken-nugget-xxx @throughparisallthroughrome​ @tomhollandssecurityguard // Warnings: Angst, language, small altercation, crying//

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 6,110

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has revealed herself to be Y/N Stark. But in an effort to get Y/N to reveal her alter ego, Heretic, Peter exposes himself as Spiderman. Knowing her hatred of heroes, can Y/N and Peter mend their relationship? Can Y/N bond with her dad, Tony? Will the Stained Glass of their relationship lead to something beautiful or a tragedy?

Despite everything you were feeling, the pain and the mistrust, you put on a happy face for your mom and at school. You didn’t tell her how the conversation ended with Tony and Peter the week before. When you came out of your room with red, puffy eyes, you told her that it was because you weren’t sure what was the right thing to do. You told her that you felt lost, that you wanted to look within yourself and trust your heart. But your heart was too busy fighting itself to be of any help to your head.

After the shocking discovery of Peter’s alter ego, you hung up your mask and all of your Heretic activities. You flushed your serums down the toilet, dismantled your vocal manipulator, and crushed the neurotransmitter on the knives. You threw the soundproof boots in the back of your closet and shoved the suit deep under your bed. The only thing you kept within reach was the knives themselves, just in case something dangerous happened in your apartment. It was highly unlikely but you wanted to be prepared.

At school, you pretended as if nothing happened. You were able to lift your slightly slipping grades since you had time to actually study the topics outside of class. You laughed more, joked more. Things weren’t as heavy as they were when you started Heretic. But one thing that couldn’t go back to normal was your relationship with Peter.

“Y/N, are you coming to my party this weekend?” Liz asked after decathlon. “I think Peter said he was gonna go.”

“I think I have to spend this weekend with my dad.” You sighed. “I have to check with my mom if it’s this weekend or next. But if I’m free, I will definitely be there!”

“Yay!” She smiled, hugging you quickly before striding away with her friends. MJ soon replaced Liz in front of you.

“You’re being weird.” She said simply.

“Things have been weird lately.” You shrugged, blowing out a long sigh. “With my dad being back and-”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” She cut in.

“What’s the issue then?”

“You and Peter…” She tried as if it was obvious.

“We had a fight.” You laughed dismissively. “I was freaked about my dad and I took it out on him. We’re good though. We talked about it and everything is fine.”

“You’re a horrible liar.”

“MJ, everything is fine. Stop worrying.”

She huffed in annoyance, figuring the conversation wouldn’t go anywhere. She shook her head in disappointment, having to refrain from rolling her eyes. She knew you were lying. She was surprised no one else had picked up on it. It was obvious that something had changed between you and Peter, but MJ decided she wasn’t going to bring it up again.

Nights seemed longer when you stayed in the house. You had sworn off Heretic, knowing that falling back into it wouldn’t be good for you. You woke often in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep for hours after that. You would climb onto your fire escape, curled in a blanket and wondering if you’d see Peter swing by. Some nights you would even fall asleep on the fire escape, waking up only when the sun was shining in your eyes.

You had stopped answering Peter’s texts and calls for the time being. You tried to convince yourself that it was nothing personal against Peter. It was simply your anger at Spiderman. But in that argument, you always circled back to the fact that Peter was Spiderman.

lover boy🥵❤️: did you do the physics work?😷

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lover boy🥵❤️: ice cream after school? my treat :)

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lover boy🥵❤️: little old lady bought me a churro today. lover boy🥵❤️: she was nice :)

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peter🥵❤️: please call me

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peter: y/n? spiderman: is this cuz 🕷🕷 parker: ????? parker: :( parker🕷: is this your way of breaking up w me??? please say it isn’t :(

You tried simply ignoring his messages, but seeing his name popping up only made it harder to resist. You had resorted to changing his name in your contacts, from lover boy to peter to spiderman. You had finally landed on parker, deciding that would remind you that you were upset with him.

You had also been receiving messages from your dad. You ignored those too, but soon your mom started to get involved.

tony🙄: Cap’s coming back from a mission today. You and your mom want to come meet him?

tony🙄: How does LA sound for this weekend? You can bring your mom too

tony🙄: You can’t ignore me or Peter forever, kid.

You were sitting with your friends at lunch at your usual table. Ned and Betty sat opposite of you, MJ, and Peter. You were beside Peter, your head leaning on his shoulder and your hands intertwined under the table. You knew it would only confuse Peter to act one way in public and a different way when you were by yourself. You knew it was wrong and unfair, but your heart still yearned for him. At school, you only knew him as Peter, so it was easy to forget it all.

Peter was in a bind. You ignored him outside of school, but you would act as if nothing happened when the bell rang. You’d act as if everything was fine. You held his hand, hugged him, kissed him and talked to him as if everything was normal. Peter wasn’t stupid. He knew it was only an act in public, a way to avoid explaining the situation to your friends.

Peter wanted to be okay with it. He wanted to be able to sleep at night knowing it was for his own good. It kept both of your secrets after all.

But it still felt wrong. Deep down it hurt to know that you were only showing him the affection he had grown used to as an act. He knew you were hurting, processing an insanely unlikely scenario. He knew it shook you to your core to know the boy you were in love with had a secret life that had intertwined with yours. And not in a positive way.

He knew it was hard to accept that the boy you loved was a hero, working with the father you didn’t claim. The father you didn’t care to know. But after all, despite everything, Peter didn’t have it in him to resist. He enjoyed your touch, your voice. Even if it was an elaborate ruse, he just enjoyed your company.

“You two are so cute!” Betty commented from her place beside Ned. “I swear you two are always so happy.”

“Who wouldn’t be happy with Peter?” You smiled, glancing up at him.

“Yeah, well.” He smiled with a playful shrug. “Guess I’m just lucky to have her.”

“You’re damn right you’re lucky.” Flash commented, plopping himself down beside you. “How does Y/N Y/L/N get stuck with you?”

“Why must you interrupt my lunch?” You sighed, lifting your head from Peter’s shoulder to glare at your classmate.

“All I’m saying is that you could do better than Penis Parker.” Flash defended, his hands up in mock surrender.

“Don’t you have Spiderman fanfiction to write?” MJ asked plainly, leaning around Peter to see Flash’s reaction.

“I don’t write fanfiction!” He argued quickly, and too loud for the quiet cafeteria.

You bit back your laughter as the boy stomped away. He moved to smack the back of Peter’s neck, but you put your hand in the way. Flash ended up smacking the back of your hand, but you decided to make a scene, if only to prove a point and embarrass the bully even further.

“What the hell, Flash?” You announced, putting your hand behind your neck to make it more convincing.

“Oh my god!” He exclaimed in a panic. “I meant to hit Parker. I am so sorry!”

“You just smacked my fucking neck!” You stood from your place beside Peter, glaring at the panicked boy in front of you. “Are you serious?”

“Why did you hit her?” Betty joined in.

“Not cool, dude!” Ned egged the situation on, shaking his head in disapproval.

“I was trying to hit Parker!” Flash defended.

“That doesn’t make it any better!” You shouted. You could hear the mumbles throughout the cafeteria, some wondering if you would hit Flash back or if you were going to chew him out in front of everyone. Both options were tempting, but you didn’t know what you were really going for. “You can’t walk around campus hitting people!”

“I would run if I was you.” MJ told Flash, giving him a thumbs up that quickly turned to the middle finger.

“Y/N, I am so sorry.” He reached out his hands, as if to take you in an embrace.

Without thinking, you knocked one hand away before twisting the other one outwards. You kicked out a knee and pinned his arm behind his back. You took his backpack and flipped it over his head so it was on his chest. You pushed him forward before crossing your arms over your chest.

“I told you to run.” MJ said with a shrug. The rest of the cafeteria burst out in applause, hoots and hollers of approval once Flash hit the ground. He fumbled to get back on his feet, momentarily stuck in his backpack. You were backing away to retake your seat beside Peter, biting your lower lip to keep back your laughter.

“Y/L/N!” You heard Mr. Dell yell at you before you could get back to your seat. You sighed before grabbing your backpack. You pressed a quick kiss to Peter’s cheek without thinking and followed Mr. Dell down the hall.

The small kiss only confused Peter more. You didn’t have to do that. Everything seemed normal that day. Your friends were unsuspecting of any tension between you two. He watched you go, a longing look in his eyes. He sighed to himself, wondering how he could fix things between you two.

“You okay, Peter?” Betty asked softly, drawing her friends attention back to the group.

“What?” Peter said quickly, his head snapping back. “Yeah, yeah I’m good. Just a little… shocked.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know Y/N had that in her.” Ned gushed. “Where did she learn to do that?”

“She’s been taking self defense classes.” MJ shrugged.

“She has?” Peter brows furrowed, but then he realized she probably took them so she could fight back as Heretic.

“You seriously didn’t know?” She chuckled hesitantly. It wasn’t like Y/N to have kept that a secret from Peter.

“She does self defense and softball? And she has great grades here?” Betty gaped, her eyes wide as she thought about it. “Wow. Her college applications are going to look amazing.”

You sat in the principal’s office, slouched in the stiff chair. You let your head hang over the back, waiting for the principal to return from the secretary’s office. He went to find your file so he could get your mother’s number, even though you offered to give him her work number.

“Your mother isn’t able to come get you.” Principal Morita announced when he entered his office again.

“I told you that she was busy at work.” You shrugged. “I guess it’s detention then?”

“No, she gave me the number of your father. He’s coming to get you.”

“You did not call my dad.” You groaned, covering your face with both hands. 

“You gave me no choice, Y/N. Laying hands on another student-”

“He hit me first!” You defended quickly.

“Regardless, you were the one who escala-”

“I escalated it?” You snapped. You weren’t necessarily mad at the situation. You were annoyed that you were getting in trouble but Flash wasn’t, but not enough for you to yell at your principal. “Flash has been bullying Peter since middle school but no one on this godforsaken campus does anything about it. Why? Cause his dad funds some of the programs? That’s not fair.”

“Y/N, please calm down.”

“No, I will not calm down.” You continued, quickly getting to your feet. “I am not the only one who was involved in that fight. Flash started it and I finished it. But if I am the only one getting in trouble then there is something seriously wrong with this disciplinary system. Not to mention, that by punishing the female student that was involved in a physical altercation with a male student could potentially send the wrong message about the values of the school.”

“I assure you, Y/N, that we take any sort of assault on students very seriously.”

“Then why aren’t you calling Flash in?” You challenged plainly. “Call in Flash Thompson and I will stop arguing.”

“Holy cow.” Morita said in soft amazement as his attention shifted from your heated words to the door. “Mr. Stark, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I- I didn’t know that you were Y/N’s father.”

You groaned in embarrassment, the fuel to your rant now gone. You slumped into the chair, pulling your backpack into your lap and using it to hide behind. You peaked up from behind it, only to find Tony looking at you expectantly. You were mildly surprised that he actually showed up, but even more shocked when he didn’t seem angry about it.

“Fill me in.” He nodded, pointing between you and your principal. “What happened?”

“The kid that always bullies Peter went to smack him but smacked me instead. I pushed him to the ground - and embarrassed him in front of everyone - but there’s only one kid in this office.” You muttered from behind your backpack. “And it’s not even the kid that started it, might I add.”

“Two kids were involved. Why is she the only one here?” Tony asked, pointing at you.

“Well, I- One of our faculty only saw-”

“Only saw my kid?” Tony questioned. You felt an odd pride in your chest when he called you his kid, but you buried it quickly. You were still supposed to be upset with him and Peter, but you didn’t know if you were upset anymore. You couldn’t quite name what you were feeling and you hated it. “Hmm. So, what? Suspension? She has to write ‘I will not push people’ a hundred times?”

“The usual punishment for- for putting hands on another student is a week suspension. But seeing as this is Y/N’s first offense, and she’s really a top notch student - which is no surprise seeing who her family is.” Morita gushed, still in awe with your dad being there. “I suppose we can just send her home today and then detention for the rest of the week.”

“That’s not gonna work.” Tony shook his head.

“It’s not?” You asked from your chair. “What’s wrong with that?”

“She works at Stark Industries with Peter right after school. She can’t be in detention.” Tony looked down at you and shot you a quick wink. You smiled slightly, turning to see your principal’s reaction.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark but that’s the best I can do. I’m already-”

“You’re not gonna talk to the other one so why even bother with her?” Tony reasoned. “Let her off with a warning and call it a day. Everyone’s happy.”

Morita sighed slightly before nodding. “She’ll be sent home today. If she does this again, we’ll have to take more assertive action.”

“Fair enough.” You shrugged.

Tony led you out of your school and to his car. Luckily, no one was in the halls. Neither of you spoke until you reached the car, driving in the opposite direction of your apartment. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, pulling it out you saw it was Peter.

parker🕷: everything okay?? parker🕷: i really need to talk to you parker🕷: please :( parker🕷: ik your probably still upset about 🕷 but idk where we stand anymore and if we’re even together anymore. i love you and this feels weird and i dont like it

You sighed slightly, shoving your phone into your backpack. You thought about the spider emoji that you put by his name, hoping that it would help you normalize the fact that Peter was Spiderman. But it didn’t. If anything it just made it worse, constantly reminding you of the conversation that you had in your bedroom.

“You’re ignoring him.” Tony finally said.

“No, I’m not.” You countered.

“He just texted me saying that you’ll only talk to him at school and he thinks you’re going to break up with him.”

“You didn’t even pull your phone out.” You rolled your eyes slightly. “I’m not answering any texts at the moment so Peter isn’t special.”

“Peter isn’t special?”

“You know what I meant.” You waved him off. “I wouldn’t even know what to say to him.”

“Here.” Tony offered you his sunglasses, seemingly trying to change the subject. “Put them on.”

You took the glasses with a reluctant sigh, sliding them onto your face. “What’s so special about these?”

Just as that sentence left your mouth, they lit up like a screen. Everything you looked at was analyzed and you were shown facts about it. When you looked at Tony, you saw some notes about him. The name of his latest suit upgrade, his net worth, his birthday, his age, and his title at Stark Industries.

“Woah.” You breathed in amazement.

“You like them?” Tony smiled.

“They’re incredible.”

“These are for you, then.” Tony took his glasses off your face and handed you a case instead. You opened it to find a similar pair to Tony’s. The lenses were a bit smaller and the frame was designed differently, but the lenses had the same tint. You stared at the gift with soft appreciation.

“Tony, you didn’t have to.” You reasoned.

“Yeah, I did.” He nodded. “You’re my kid so you should have something like this.”

“Are you sure?” You questioned. You were hoping to find a reason for him to take them back, feeling that you didn’t deserve a gift from Tony. “After the way I’ve been acting, ignoring you and Peter. And I’ve been so angry since you left… I don’t deserve these.”

“Sure you do.” Tony urged. “Look, when Peter told me that someone he loved was Heretic, the boy was near tears. He kept it a secret because he didn’t want to upset you and get to a point like this.”

“My life's just a faded memory of one I can't have And everything 'round me is starting to fade into black.” You said sadly. “I can’t just go back to the way it was so everything can be normal again.”

“Your boyfriend and your dad are superheroes. There is no going back to normal.”

“Exactly.” You turned in your seat to face your dad. “I love Peter. I really do. And I think I want to have a better relationship with you. But I’m hurting and I’m confused.”

“Let me ask you something.. Peter said you act like everything is normal at school. Why?”

“So that way I don’t have to explain anything to our friends.” You answered. “It protects both of our secrets that way.”

“But you won’t talk to Peter outside of school so you don’t have to pretend?”

“I get it, alright?” You said quickly. “It’s not fair to Peter. It’s always about Peter. We have to make sure Peter is happy.”

“I’m not worried about Peter right now.” He shook his head. “He’s not my kid. You are. And I know I’m still new at this whole ‘father figure’ thing and I got a lot to make up for, but I can see that this is messing with your head. I’ve been there, when nothing feels right but you have to put on a show anyways. Trust me, kid, I get it. But I can tell you that it’s all going to catch up to you, Y/N. And when it does, it may be too late to mend those relationships. For your sake, and yes even Peter’s, you gotta open up a bit.” 

You pondered his words, digesting what he meant. It made sense. You could lose Peter if you kept this up. But you also wondered what happened to the great Tony Stark that would’ve messed with his head. You had never noticed any sort of emotional turmoil when he was in front of a camera, but you figured that was the point.

“I don’t have a lot of ‘father figure’ experience either, but you seem alright to me. At least you’re trying, you know?” You smiled softly. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Did you mean to call me Dad or was that a slip up?” He teased. “Cause you don’t have me as Dad in your phone.”

“Do you want me to change it?” You laughed.

“Yes, actually. I do.”

“Okay.” You chuckled as you pulled out your phone. The messages from Peter distracted you for a moment. 

parker🕷: have fun with your dad. i love you🖤🖤 parker🕷: call me when youre home?🥺🥺

You sent a quick reply to Peter before changing Tony’s contact name from tony to old man stark. You showed Tony the new contact with a cheesy smile before jumping into a conversation about where you were going. Tony was actually taking you to Columbia University to watch a Columbia vs. Princeton softball game. You gushed about how much you loved the sport, how you pitched for a club softball team, how you were trying to get Midtown to adopt a softball team. 

Peter was working on homework when you finally texted him back. The quick motion to grab his phone almost took him out of his computer chair. He opened his phone without hesitation, reading over the message several times.

pretty girl🤩💛: come by tonight? maybe we can talk pretty girl🤩💛: i owe u an explanation… srry😔

Peter’s heart soared. You had finally messaged him back after a week and you actually wanted to talk to him. He wanted to keep the conversation going, to not lose that interaction with you. So, he sent a message. But he instantly regretted it so he sent a couple more to try and recover.

parker🕷: of course baby. as 🕷 or 😇??? parker🕷: cause ill do either. idk who you wanna see tho parker🕷: what are you and mr stark doing today???👀

The first message Peter sent made your heart drop when you read it. It was a swift kick to the gut as a reminder that Peter had two lives. He was two different people. You tried to see them as not different people, but different sides to the same person. But it was still hard.

pretty girl🤩💛: whichever. i just wanna see u on my fire escape tonight when u get a chance… i miss u and i wanna try and fix stuff🥺 pretty girl🤩💛: hes taking me to columbia for a columbia/princeton softball game!! im so excited!!!!! text u in a bit🥎🥎

When you got home from spending the day with your dad at the game and then getting dinner at a nice restaurant, your mom was waiting for you. She asked what happened at school and why you weren’t home when she got home. She said that she wasn’t happy that you ran off with Tony without telling her.

“You wanted me to let him into my life.” You said as your defense. “Are you seriously mad at me for spending a day with my dad?”

“When you were pulled out of school for assaulting another student, yes. I am mad.” She said firmly.

“Flash hit me, Mom.” You explained carefully. “He tried to hit Peter, but he hit me.”

“That’s not what Principal Morita told me.”

“Who do you really believe?” You waited for a response, but she simply crossed her arms. “You know what, you’re right.” You chuckled in annoyance. “Next time, I’ll just let the boy hit me.”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N, and you know it.” She said firmly.

“Well, what do you mean then!?” You threw your arms out in front of you. “Dad and Peter were the only ones on my side today. Morita thought I was just starting a fight and so do you. You were the one who wanted me to be able to defend myself, to stand up for myself. And when I do, I get penalized in my own home.”

Before letting your mom answer, you went into your room. You let out a deep sigh before changing into pajamas. You hung up the shirt your dad got you from the game and gathered some homework supplies. You took your laptop, phone, Chemistry textbook, your notebook, and your pencil pouch with you on your fire escape. You played your music softly, bobbing your head as you typed notes and solved the equations in your notebook.

You waited for Peter to show up, but you were on your fire escape for a couple hours after your work was done. You had put all your school supplies away, leaving you and your phone wrapped in a blanket outside. It was just past midnight when you gave up. You were pulling out your phone to text Peter when he landed beside you on the fire escape.

“Hey.” He said from behind the mask. You realized his voice sounded different than it did last time you had talked to him in his suit. This time you could tell it was his voice. “Sorry, got caught up with a bank robbery.”

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, gathering your blanket to stand.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He shrugged. “Did you have fun with Mr. Stark?”

“It was really great, yeah.” You smiled. “Your voice sounds different… When we would fight and you were in your suit, you didn’t sound like you.”

“Yeah, there was a program that would make my voice sound different. But I turned it off on my way over.”

“Oh.” You nodded slightly. “Can you come inside or are you on a schedule?”

“I’m all yours for the rest of the night.”

You crawled inside first, Peter right behind you. He helped you collect your blanket and you two stood in the middle of your room. You tossed your massive blanket aside, placing your hands on your lower back. Peter fiddled with his fingers, unsure of what to do and what to say.

“Can you… Can you take off the mask?” You gestured to his face and Peter slowly took off the fabric.

You admired him for a moment, watching the way his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of your room. His curls were messy, slightly sweaty and out of place. His cheeks were flushed, his lips pressed into a fine line. It was like the first time seeing Peter.

“Say something, please.” Peter said softly, almost pleading.

“Your hair looks cute when it’s messy.” You tried.

“That’s not what I meant.” He sighed.

“I’m sorry. It’s a lot to take in, I guess.” Your eyes scanned Peter’s figure in the suit, a familiar desire to be close to Peter blossoming in your chest. “You look good though.”

“Y/N-” He tried again.

You shut him up quickly with a kiss. Your lips met his before he could say another word, your hands sliding up his chest to their place at the nape of his neck. His hands were on your hips, pulling you closer to him. His grip on your hips was tighter than usual but you weren’t complaining. You pulled him down to your height, drawing a small chuckle from him.

“Not that I’m complaining.” He said with a smile when he pulled away. He looked down at you with a soft expression. A content feeling filled his chest. He was elated to be so close to you again. Things felt right when you were close, as if there wasn’t a seemingly growing divide between you two. “But we both know why you asked me to come by tonight. Say something, please.”

“Lately, I’m counting the words that I haven’t said.” You admitted with a sad sigh, walking away from Peter to sit on your bed. Peter turned to watch you go, not sure if you wanted him to follow. Part of you did, but part of you still wanted to kick him out and never have to see him in the suit ever again. “My heart’s so heavy, it’s ready to fall out twice.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He took a quick step closer, his hands out in front. He wanted to reach for you. He wanted to hold your hands and pull you into his chest for a hug. But the pain in your voice, the sadness your words held, it kept him at a distance. “I wanted to tell you sooner. I just- I- I didn’t want to lose you.”

“Is this any better?” You scoffed. You felt the back of your eyes burn, hot tears threatening to fall. But you swallowed hard, keeping the pain inside. It wasn’t fair to take it out on Peter, but you were still upset with him. “Is this honestly any better?”

“I was wrong. I know that.” He tried desperately. “Tell me what I can do to fix this.”

“You can’t just fix this, Peter! That’s what you don’t seem to get.” You snapped loudly. You paused, waiting to hear if it woke up your mom. When no noise came from down the hall, you kept going. “I understand why you didn’t tell me… I really do. But I need you to understand where I’m coming from.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.” You shook your head, closing your eyes to try to keep your voice level. “I grew up despising superheroes because I felt like I was abandoned by one. I grew up with the idea that superheroes were an act, a facade put on by men with God complexes to get the admiration they craved. Then suddenly, my dad wants to actually be a dad. Great. I’m actually enjoying having him in my life. But to make matters worse, my boyfriend turns out to be the hero that I’ve been going up against for weeks. Peter, I’ve stabbed you and I’ve thrown you off a building!”

“But I’m fine!” He countered. You threw your hands up in annoyance, disappointed that Peter seemed to miss the whole point of what you were saying.

“I can see that, but I’m not!” You urged. “Part of me wants to hate you… I don’t, but part of me wants to.”

“Because you hate Spiderman…”

You nodded silently. You didn’t even want to admit that you did. You weren’t even sure if that was necessarily the truth. But it was the best word you had for the feeling you got when you thought of Spiderman.

“But you don’t hate Peter�� Right?”

“Peter, I love you more than anything. I need you to know that above all else, I love you.” You jumped up from your bed, taking his hands in yours. His eyes dropped, closing tightly. A small tear slipped through his closed lids, and the sight nearly broke you. “I really do love you and I’m trying. I’m really trying cause I know you don’t deserve this.”

“I don’t want to pressure you, but I just can’t take it. Whatever it is we’re doing right now…” Peter said tightly. You could tell it was taking everything he had to not fall apart right in front of you.

“What are you saying?” You asked quietly, backing away and letting your grip on his hands slip away.

“I love you, Y/N. But I can’t sit here and pretend to be okay with this. You act one way at school in front of our friends. You’ll act like everything is fine and then you turn around and ignore me.”

“Would you rather me ignore you completely?” You scoffed. “If  I ignore you completely, someone is gonna ask what’s wrong. Then how am I going to explain this one? How do I explain that my boyfriend is actually Spiderman and I’m fighting myself over what to do next?”

“I’d rather you not ignore me at all… If you need space to figure this out, I get it. But just say that’s what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

“I don’t know what I need in the long run. I just need you tonight… I need Peter tonight.”

“Peter and Spiderman are the same person, baby. I need you to need both.”

“I can’t… Not right now.”

Peter took the few steps to close the distance. He leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. He sighed slightly, backing towards your window. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said sadly.

“Wait!” You called, stopping him on your fire escape. He pulled down his mask and turned to you, waiting for your next few words. “You’re not gonna stay?” His silence was enough of an answer for you. “Are we gonna be okay?”

“You need time to figure it out…”

“Are you breaking up with me?” You were silently pleading that he wasn’t. You didn’t think you could take it if you lost him. Not over this.

“I’m giving you the space you need.” He said before disappearing.

You didn’t sleep that night. You stayed up, pacing and crying. You pulled your knives out from under your bed and shoved them back multiple times, not knowing what to do with the newfound pain in your chest. You wanted to default to what you had done, covering your face and taking out your pain in small acts that couldn’t be traced back to you. You wanted to go out and pick a fight, find a physical distraction to clear your muggy thoughts, if only for a few minutes at a time. But you knew you couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You had sworn off Heretic. She had caused you more harm than good at the end of the day.

No, you couldn’t dawn that mask again. You couldn’t pick up those knives again. Instead, you paced. You cried. You blamed yourself. You dialed Peter, then hung up after one ring. You dialed Tony, but hung up when you realized it was three in the morning. You sat on your fire escape, laying down and staring at the sky. You tried to settle yourself. You tried to collect your thoughts and rationalize them. But you didn’t know where to start.

It was stupid to let yourself lose Peter because of your vendetta against heroes. You were trying to work through it, to put it in the past and allow yourself to see past the masks, and you were willing to look past it so you could have your dad in your life. It was starting to become easier to be around your dad, but maybe that was because you only interacted with him as Tony. You never talked to him as Iron Man.

That was when you realized the difference. It wasn’t because you had found out Peter was Spiderman. It wasn’t because he kept it hidden from you, and you had done terrible things to him without thinking twice about it. It was because you knew Peter, you loved Peter, but you had a different relationship with Spiderman. You were at odds with Spiderman, not quite enemies but no where near friends. You were trying to merge two relationships that were polar opposites. You couldn’t keep it separate any longer, but you couldn’t mesh them so easily. It was going to take time, maybe some sort of grand gesture.

When the sun started shining, you climbed back into your room. You saw the dark circles under your eyes, weighing heavy on your facial features. You wiped the exhaustion from your face before gathering clothes for a cold shower. You got yourself ready, covering all signs of your internal crisis. Your dad had called you back so you explained everything to him. He offered for you to come to the tower after school, suggesting that the distraction could be exactly what you needed. You braced yourself for seeing Peter at school.

The thought was terrifying. You had no idea how Peter would act when he saw you. Would things be normal? Would he do what you did and pretend that there were no issues? Or would he run? Would he avoid you so he didn’t have to pretend, in essence leaving you to explain to your nosy - but well intended - friends why Peter wasn’t around?

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[samantha-thewinchester]

We Pulled A Barry Allen, Bloody Hell.

|| Hope's Point of View ||

I shoot up, gasping for breath and immedately looking at my surroundings.

We're in Mystic Falls. The big oak tree to be exact... I remember it from when Lizzie had the Oni in her and was slowly going insane. "Good times". I continue to look around, before realizing how dark it is. Is it night time? School was just happening. What the hell made us pass out? I stand up, embers floating around all three of us.

I walk towards Lizzie and Josie, and see if their awake. At my touch Lizzie startles awake, hand rushing up to her chest as she looks at me.

"Hope! You gave me a damn heart attack!" She is taking deep breaths, calming down, before looking around. "Wait, where are we?"

"We are in the park, in the middle of town Lizzie. Now, stop hitting me and help me wake your sister."

Lizzie reluctanly stood up, and walk over to her sisters sleeping body. We wake Josie up, who was by far less startled. As soon as Josie stands up, we hear a scream.

That was suddenly cut off.

"Fuck..." I whisper, before taking off towards the source of the scream, Lizzie and Josie running right after me.

We slowly approach the source, we found two-probably dead-bodies. One male and One female. One was on top of the hood of the car and the other was a bit further down the road. Both with two teeth marks in their necks.

The teeth marks of a vampire.

"Crap..." Josies says.

"When can I get these mudy clothes off?"

"Lizzie!" Me and Josie shout.

|| 2 hours later ||

We walked to the old mill, figuring that the old mill would be a safe enough place to sleep for a while. I take watch first so I watch as the two sleep. I hear movement in the distance, so with one last look back at the girls, I walk towards the movement to see what it was.

I see a man with raven hair and a blue ring on his finger.

"Who the hell are you?" The raven haired man asks.

"The better question is who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing out here."

"Oh, you know. Just walking around. Looking for a bite to eat. Maybe a place to stay for the night. Where are you staying"

"Tell me your name and then we can talk, Raven Boy."

"If you must know, my name is Damon. Damon Salvatore."

"Like the founding family?"

"Yep. Exactly like them. Your turn girly. Whats your name?"

"Hope."

"What a cliche name. I mean Hope?"

"Quiet, Raven Damon."

"Hey! I give the nicknames!"

"Would you rather me call you "vampire"?"

That makes him stop dead in his tracks. He isn't doing anything but looking straight at me. All the humor drained from his face.

"What... in the hell... did you just say to me?"

"I said that you were a vampire. I mean come on, in all black, walking around at night. The night we- I found two dead bodys with two holes, bite marks, in the necks, drained of blood."

"Who are you? No wait. What, the hell are you?"

He takes a few steps towards me, glaring. I bring my hand up and start to give him an anuerysm. He grips his head in pain.

"Witch Bitch... good to know."

"Now, are you so sure you want to eat me?" Hold up... He said his name was Damon. Damon Salvatore. Meaning the very human, married, with children, Damon. Salvatore.

"What day is it?"

"Sebtember 10th. 2009. Why, don't you know your dates Hopey?"

Think Hope, think. You've read his brother's journels. You should know what's happening now. This was just a little bit before Dad came to town. I've read these journels a million times...

Katherine Pierce.

Damon Salvatore is in love with her. He think she's in the tomb. He's going to try and get her out... I can use that to my advantage.

"Not the point. So are you going to kill me , or would you rather have my help to get the love of your life Katherine out?"

"How the fucking hell do you know about that?"

"Did you forget that I'm a witch, or are you just an idiot?"

"Alright fine. I'll make you a deal. I won't kill you, and you help me find Kathrine. Deal?"

"Only if you don't kill my friends either."

"You have friends. Shocker."

"A least I have more then you. Deal or no deal?"

"Deal Hopey. Are your friends by chance witches, or warlocks I don't descrimiate, too?"

"Why?"

"We need all the help we can get." Oh, so he doesn't believe I could do it myself. Rude.

"Yeah. Their witches."

"Great. Now, where are we sleeping?"

After I look into the back of my head because of how hard I rolled my eyes, I gathered the strength to reply. "Follow me. It's not the best, but it's the best we could do on the sort notice we had."

"What did you just magically apper in town?"

"Something like that."

"Ok. Cryptic girl. Anything else?"

" We are all underage girls. Lay a hand on anyone of us we will kill you ."

"I won't unless they want me to."

"No, you won't at all, because then I will kill you." I warn, giving him a sweet smile.

We just continue to walk in silence. When we get to the mill, I raise my hand and put a finger over my lips. He just rolls his eyes.

What is it about him that makes me want to kick him in the face? Or drop him off a building? Or just kill him?

We quietly walk inside, finding Josie sitting there by her sister, who was still sleeping soundly.

"Hey Jo... This is Damon Salvatore..." I whisper to her.

"What? How did you find him? Why did you bring him here? Why-" To quickly cut her off, I put a hand over her mouth.

"So. You both know who I am now, who are your friends Hopey?"

"Friends." was all I said.

I walk over to wake Lizzie up. Again, she didn't want to wake up. Again, she started attacking me with her eyes closed.

"Lizzie. Up. Please."

She grumbles, slowly sitting up and rubbing her eyes to wake up. When she see Damon her eyes widened.

"Quiet" I whisper to her. "I'll explain later."

"What are you two whispering about? You know it isn't polite."

"Shut up."

"Well then, I can see you don't have a house, unless you try and convince me this run down mill is a home. And your minors, I remember you telling me that for a fact Hopey, so shouldn't your asses be in school?"

"Yeah, but we don't have transcripts or anything so we can't go. And we don't have any damn money for a house or apartment." Lizzie states, just staring at Damon in confusion.

"Well ladies, that the beautie of compulsion. I can have you in school and get you a house by the morning. As long, of course, you follow up on your part of the deal."

"Wow. Thanks." I say, rolling my eyes for the fifth time today.

|| The Next Day ||

I slowly open my eyes, feeling comfy and warm in a bed. I really should thank Damon.

But will I?

Nope! But, compulsion is now my new favorite thing. And this bed is so damn soft, I could never leave.

Unfortuantely, I already hear Lizzie and Josie up downstairs so, slowly I get up. I get dress in a new outfit Damon had kindly gotten us as well.

Damon had also kindley gotten us backpack and school supplies, I can already see some humanity left in Damon even he suppositly turn it off. I guess Stefan's journels were right.

I slowly walk downstairs, seeing the girls just eating fruit at the counter. I grab an apple and look at them.

"Well, we should get to school, shouldn't we?" I suggest, eating a few more bites.

"Ladies first." Lizzie says, standing up and walking out the door. I hear Jo laugh as I shake my head, before we follow her outside.

As soon as we got to the school, we saw the Elena Gilbert and The Bonnie Bennett standing in front of the office. I snuck a peack inside and saw The Stefan Salvatore. Then I herad Elena and Bonnie start to talk with my werewolf hearing, me and the girls just standing by a locker..

"Hold up. Who's this?" Bonnie asks.

"All I see is back." Elena responds.

"It's a hot back."

They stand there watching for a minute, then Bonnie decides to speak up.

"I'm sensing Seattle, and he plays the guitar."

Elena scoffs. "You're really going to run this whole psychic thing into the ground, huh?"

"Pretty much"

"What are they saying?!" Lizzie says, snapping me out of my consentration to listen to them.

"Shut up, I'm trying to listen."

Thats when I spot Jeremey Gilbert heading into the boys bathroom after a kid had told him, "Jermey, good batch man."

"I'll be right back" Elena says and follow Jeremy into the bathroom.

After Elena left Bonnie mumbled "Please be hot." at Stefan.

"What did your mom see in these people?" I ask sarcastrically.

"What happened?!" Lizzie demands.

"Okay, yes, I want to know too--" Josie agrees.

"Well, first Elena and Bonnie made comments about Stefan and how he was hot. Then, Elena went after her brother because someone told him he made good drugs and such."

"Okay, yeah, I agree with you." Lizzie says, Josie laughing beside her.

"Quiet, both of you. We have to get our schedules." Josies says, getting us to focus again.

"Yeah, sorry."

We walk into the office, talking to the lady at the desk to get our schedules. We all only have one class together each. History with the infamous Mr. Tanner. Again, I remember him from Stefan's journels. Yay. This will be so fun. We go about our days until it is finally time for lunch. Then we all sit down at the table together and start to talk about a game plan and what the hell happened.

"So where are we. I mean our mom's like 17 and our dad hasen't even moved to town yet." Josie spoke first, writing things down in a notebook.

"Last night, I asked Damon what date it was, because he is a vampire and we know for a fact that isn't the case because he took the cure to be with Elena, and now have kids. So , you know, I thought about how shitty our lives are and it clicked, so I asked him what the date was. He replied that it was 2009. That means time travel. And we're probably the Barry Allens of this story. But, also, let's not Nora ourselves out of existance."

"And that wasn't even the craziest thing to happen last night."

"What happened Lizze?" Josie asked worry evident in her voice. I look over at Lizzie too, watching her face which only shows horror.

"I got mud on my awesome outfit! I would never do that!"

"What the hell Lizzie! We're in fucking 2009 and all you can think about is the fact that your outfit had mud on it?" I stare at her, debating hurting her, as I grit my teeth. I mean we fucking time traveled and she only cares about her damn outfit! What the hell kinda person is that?

"Yeah, well maybe some of us don't usually have as big of damn problems as you!"

"Alright! Enough! Stop fighting please, and just head to class."

|| A little while later || Mr. Tanner's class ||

We were all heading for the same classroom. I still was determined not to talk to Lizzie so when we bump into each other trying to get through the door, we just glare at each other. Josie walks ahead of us and opens the door, walking in first.

"Ahh, more little devils for this period. And you three are?"

"I'm Josie, and my sister's are Hope and Lizzie." Josie speaks up.

"Would you happen to have a last name, girls?"

"Marshall." I quickly say, cutting off Lizzie who tried to speak before me.

"Marshall. Alright Marshalls, sit down in empty seats."

We all head to three diffrent seats. But knowing my luck, I got put closer to Lizzie then I would like at this time.

"Marshall?" Lizzie whispers over to me, eye still showing anger.

"Yeah, that way, when our familys move to town we won't be asked about our names."

"Isn't it still your mom's name?"

"Yeah, but it's more likely to be a coincidence then if we were Mikaelson's or Saltzman's. It's a more common last name."

"Fine."

After that Stefan Salvatore walks into the class room. He, surprisly didn't get as many questions from Mr. Tanner as we did.  He just walked to his seat without any questions. Lucky.

Then Mr. Tanner started to drone on about the civil war. I would enjoy learning about this, but with everything going on, I'm not so intrested. That and I already learned everything there is to know about this. Thats why it helps to have a 1,000 year old family.

"Once our home state of Virgina joined the Confederacy in 1861, it created a tremendous amout of tension within the state People in Virginia's northwest region had diffrent ideals than those for the traditional deep south. Then Virginia divided in 1863--" Time to ignore him and think about my problems instead.

Ha, maybe this won't be as different from the Salvatore school as I thought.

I start to look around the room, trying to find out more. Stefan's journels only had his point of view. This way, I can learn more about... everything. I looked over at the famous Elena Gilbert, who was looking at the other famous Stefan Salavtore. He also looked at her. What a damn 'Love at first sight' story this is.

Thats when Bonnie takes out her phone, and starts to type something into it. Not too long after, Elena's phone goes off. So Bonnie was texting her. How fun. How the hell would you even work one of those phones. I'm guessing that they started to gosip about Stefan Salvatore. I swear, it's like this is a damn TV show version of Twilight. At least for the 'love at first sight' aspect. Vampires, thank god, don't sparkle.

After a lot more of civil war talk, and the bell rings. At that we all get up and head to the next class. And then the rest of the day goes by like any normal school day. Or what would be a normal school day if I didn't have to sit through classes with people that we were taught at school about and was owned and taught us about all of this. Isn't awkward at all.

When the final bell rings, I run out of the room to find Lizzie and Josie who are by their lockers. I grab them and start walking away. Lucky for me, I don't have to stop at my locker so I just start dragging them home. I ignore the fact that Lizzie is complaining the whole way, as I was planning her death in my head instead of paying attention.

When we get there I sit them down on the couch.

"Alright. We need a game plan. We are Fre-emies to Damon. We help him, he helps us. We are going to high school, with your mom and her friends, and that's about it. Now that we recaped, we need to talk about what we have to do."

"How about, we look into ways to time travel, that might actually work and are real, while also looking for monsters that might have the ability to time travel. Maybe find Malivore and see if it is spiting out any monsters now?" Josie suggests.

"That sounds great. We can search the library during our free periods." I say.

"Sounds great. Now I'm going to go anywhere else. Like literally anywhere else." Lizzie says before walking out.

"Lizzie we need more of a plan--"

"And I need a break. Bye-bye!" Lizzie tells me, walking up the stairs of the house and disapearing from view.

I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. "So, Jo, what do you want to do?"

"How about we go to the grill? Get the milkshake you always like. What was it?"

"Peanut-Butter Blast with whip cream on the bottom."

"Yeah! Thats it. Lets go. Lizzie can have some time to herself, and we could get delicious milkshakes."

|| At Mystic Grill ||

Me and Josie were sitting down at a table, just chatting about random things as we wait to order.

Our waitress, as luck would have it, would be Vicki Donovan.

"What would you guys like to drink?"

"We will have two Peant-Butter Blasts with whip cream on the bottom." Josie says.

"Coming right up."

"Was that who I think it was?" Josie whispers over, while watching Vicki who just brought drinks over to Matt, her brother, Donovan and Tyler Woofwood, sorry Lockwood.

"Yeah. The Vicki Donovan. Doesn't she die in a few days?"

"Yeah. Damon kill's her I'm  pretty sure."

"No, it was Stefan to save Elena's life. I remember reading about it in his journal. Stake through the heart. I feel bad for her... Although, Damon does kill her to turn her."

Still watching Vicki we see Jeremy walk over and start talking to her. Not long after that conversation finishes, Caroline and Bonnie walk in. I point them out to Josie, and start listening into their conversation. It helped that they were talking so loud. I mean they are acting ike their on a TV show.

"His name is Stefan Salvatore. He lives with his uncle at the old Salvatore Boarding house. He hasn't lived here since he was a kid. Military family, so they moved around a lot.  He's a Gemini, and his favorite color is blue."

"You got all that in one day?" Bonnie replies.

"Oh, please, I got that between third and fourth period. We're planning a June Wedding." Hah, they did have a June wedding. To bad, he also died the same day.

At that Caroline walks off, Bonnie following a few minutes later.

Then after that there was just gossip, so we stopped eavesdropping.

"June wedding huh." I say to Josie, laughing a little.

"Shhhhhhh. We don't wanna talk about that."

"But she just predicted what would happen in the future. It's kinda funny."

"No because Stefan dies the same day!"

"You don't think I know that? That wasn't what was funny. Don't worry."

After that we sat there talking and drinking our shakes. Vicki came back a little later and we got some fries. That when I heard Matt Donovan say something that peaked my intrest so I pointed over to them and I started listening in again, using my werewolf hearing.

"How's Elena doing?" Matt asks. Poor love sick teenage boy.

"Her mom and dad died. How do you think?" Bonnie points out to Matt.

"She's putting on a good face but it's only been four months."

"Has she said anything about me?" Poor, poor forever human, Matt Donovan.

"Oh, no. So not getting in the middle. You can pick up the phone and call her."

"I feel weird calling her. She broke up with me."

"Give it more time, Matt."

"What's happening?" Jo asks me.

"Matt Donovan is love sick over Elena and Bonnie isn't getting in the middle of it."

And again, with perfect timing, Elena and Stefan walk into the Grill. I swear they were on a TV show.

Everyone turns around and looks at them when they walk into the Grill.

"More time, huh?" Poor Matt. He never stood a chance with the girl when Stefan moved to town, especially when Stefan's brother followed.

After that Matt stands up and walks away from Bonnie and toward the couple of the hour, Stefan and Elena.

"Hey, I'm Matt, nice to meet you."

"Hi. Stefan." He says while they shake hands.

"Hey."

"Hey."

That wasn't awkward at all. The two of them (Elena and Stefan) walk over to where Caroline and Bonnie were.

"So, you were born in Mystic Falls?" Caroline asks.

"Mm-hmm. And moved when I was still young." If by young you mean before you were over a hundred, then yeah. I'd agree.

"Parents?" Bonnie asked.

"My parents passed away." Didn't he kill his dad? And his mother is alive in a prison world? I mean he thought she was dead, but still. Passed away doesn't even begin to explain it.

"I'm sorry." Elena says. "Any siblings?"

"None that I talk to." I forgot how bad of brothers they were at this point. "I live with my uncle."

"So, Stefan, if you're new you don't know about the party tomorrow." Wow. I can't ever see Headmistress Caroline as a partier.

"It's a back to school thing at The Falls." Bonnie adds.

"Are you going?" Stefan asks Elena. Wow. This really was a 'love at first sight' thing. To much for my liking. What is this, a TV show?

"Of course she is." Bonnie replies for Elena. What a good friend.

Lizzie than walks into the grill and comes to sit at our table.

"There is nothing to do in this town. I miss The Salvatore school."

"Don't we all." Josie responds.

"So, I heard that there was a party. It's a back to school thing-"

At that I cut Lizzie off.

"We know."

"Ok, well great. We're all going. Because it's the only thing to do in this town. And no Hope, your coming too."

I just sigh and 'lay' down in my seat. This was going to be a long night. Scratch that. A long time before we get home.

|| The Next Day, At School, In History||

"The battle of willow creek took place right qat te end of the war in our very own Mystic falls. How many casualties resulted in this battle? Ms. Bennett?"

"Um... A lot? I'm not sure. Like a whole lot.

"Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Ms. Bennett.  Mr. Donovan. Would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your rmbrddrd jock stereotype?"

"It's ok, Mr. Tanner, I'm cool with it."

"Hmm. Elena? Surely you can enlighten us about one of the town's most significantly historical events?"

"I'm sorry, I-- I don't know."

"I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reason, Elena, but the personal excuses ended with summer break." I inhale quickly, trying not to light something on fire.

"Four months isn't enough time for someone to grieve. Get your head out of your ass, and let someone who lost not one, but two people on the same day, deal with it." I glare at him. Four months is definetly not enough time to get better after one lose, let alone two. I should know, I lost three within... a month? Two?

After I went on my little rant I heard a few cheers while Mr. Tanner glares right back at me. Then Stefan speaks up.

"There were 346 casualties, unless you're counting local civilians."

"That's correct. Mister...?"

"Salvatore."

"Salavtore. Any relation to the original settlers here in Mystic Falls?"

"Distant."

"Well, very good. Except, of course, there were no civilian casualties in this battle."

"Actually, there were 27, sir. Confederate soldiers, they fired on the church,believing it to be housing weapons. They were wrong. It was a night of great loss. The founder's archives are, uh, stored in civil hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts. Mr. Tanner."

Before he even finishes the whole class is pretty much chuckling about him showing up the teacher.

All Mr. Tanner could say to that was an "Hmm."

Good for you Stefan.

|| Later at the party ||

All three of us arive at the party, Lizzie the most excited. Everyone was already there, because we arrived a little late, so we just grabed a beer and started our separate ways. I start walking toward a tree stump on the ground by the entrence. We see Stefan start to walk up to the party. He's looking around for someone, probably Elena.

Before he walks away though he notices me.

"Hey, your the girl who stood up for Elena right?"

"Wouldn't exactly call it standing up for her, as I was sitting down, but yeah... My name's Hope."

"Stefan. I just wanted to say that I thought what you did was really cool. You know standin-- sitting for Elena." He smiles, before sitting down next to me.

"Well, I mean she only lost her parents four months ago. He was speaking like it was ten years ago. I know I wasn't over my parents deaths four months later."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. My parents died a while ago too."

"I'm sorry for your loss then."

"You too..." We sit there in a comfortable silence for a little while, Stefan looking around the party. Not too long later, he spots Elena, or probably listens for her, and finds her with Bonnie.

"Go on Lover-Boy. Go get your dream girl."

"I wasn't- I-"

"Go! You don't want to miss her."

With that he looks over at me, smiles, before standing up and walking over to her. Josie comes and sits next to me.

"Was that you talking to him?"

I noded, smiling at her.

"Cool. I only meet him a few times and I don't remember most of them, so you meet a walking Legend. Awesome."

We both look up and see Stefan and Caroline talking.

"You wanna do more eavesdropping?" I suggest.

"No, no, no. We shouldn't." Jo says, but I smirk at her, standing up and walking towards the two, hearing on.

"Hey! You made it!"

"I did."

"Well let's get you a drink."

"Well, I'm--"

"Oh, come on."

After they walk off, I look around and spot Lizzie. I look over at Jo and motion towards her sister, before slowly walking over to her.

"Hey, you ok?"

"Yep." She says before walking off.

"What's up with her?" I mouth to Josie, Josie just shrugging.

|| Josie's POV ||

I walk over toward Lizzie who is sitting down on the ground, her head inbetween her knees. Even over the loud music from the party, you could hear sniffles.

"Hey Liz. You ok?"

"Yup. Just fine."

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"No."

"Lizzieeeeeeeeeeeee..." I say walking over to sit down next to her, criss cross apple sauce.

"No Jo. Not now."

"Lizzieeeeeeeeeeeee..." I say again.

"Jo, you can't help me."

"Sometime's talking about it helps."

"No Jo."

"Lizzie, you know you can tell me anything right? I will know how you feel. I've felt it before too."

"Do you know how I feel Jo? What this feeling is like? I feel like I'm going to go screw things up. I saw mom a lot today, and I wanted to go talk with her, but I was so scared that I would do something wrong, and mess up any chances I have to talk to her. And that's the best thing of all the downsides. I could have made it so we were never born!" She says tears streaming down her face.

"I could have made it so you were never born." She whispers.

"Oh, Lizzie..." I hug her from here she sits on the ground. "It's ok. You won't screw things up."

"You don't know that."

"I do. I trust you. And I know you have so much more potential to do good, and that you could go up and talk to mom and become her favorite person, even without her knowing that your her daughter. And that she won't love anyone more when she does."

"Thanks Jo." She sniffles, hugging me tighter.

|| Meanwhile || Hope's POV ||

I was walking around the party, beer in hand, when I hears Caroline, Matt, and Bonnie talking, while they look up on the bridge where Elena and Stefan are. Caroline spots me and runs over to me, grabing my hand to stop me from moving.

"Hey your one of the new girls right?"

"Yeah. That would be me."

"You're Hope, right? I'm Caroline. You seem to be all alone, which is no way to spend a party. Want to hang out with me and my friends?"

"I- um- I wouldn't-" Before I could even finish the sentence, she grabs my arm and brings me over to her friends, and I decide not to complain or anything. Easiest way to easedrop, be around the people. I feel like a spy.

"Hey Matt! Bonnie! This is Hope. She's one of the new girls!" Caroline introduces me, as I just smile at the two.

"Oh! Cool! Your in our History class right?" Bonnie asks.

"Yeah, she is because she gave Tanner that sass comment about Elena. That was awesome by the way. Not a lot of people would stand up for someone like that." Matt says before I could respond to Bonnie.

"Thanks. I just never like when teachers think that they are more important than what  is going on in the kids life. They could be having a really hard time, and not able to do most of the stuff they ask. And four months isn't enough time to grieve."

"Wow. You must be, like, a really good person." Caroline says.

"That is definitely debatable..." I laugh to myself, looking down at my beer.

After that we have just a bunch of chit-chat and small talk until after long Matt walks off, the Caroline. And... I can see she walked over to Stefan.

"That's not going to go well." I mumble

"Definitely not." Bonnie adds.

After a while, Caroline walked back over and immedately started to complain about the interaction with Stefan, saying how guys never go for her, but she gets cut off when Jeremy and Elena come running up from the woods, with Vicki in Jermey's hands. With a bite mark on her kneck.

The bite mark of a vampire.

Stefan quickly rushes a way, before the police show up.

And, eventually, the police show up with an ambulence for Vicki. Matt get's in the back with her, not wanting to leave his sister's side. I look around for Lizzie and Josie and I find them still sitting where Lizzie walked off to before. I look at them and they look at me, all three sharing the knowing look.

I'm heading with Caroline and Bonnie to the grill to get some coffee and wait for news on Vicki, trying to see if us being here changes anything.

Me, Bonnie, and Caroline get to the grill and I use the 'new' phone Damon got me and attempted to text the twins, with a little help from Bonnie who thankfully didn't ask as to why I didn't know how to use the phone.

|| A little while later || At the Grill ||

Me, Bonnie, and Caroline all are still at the grill in silence, sipping on our drinks every now and then, when I see Lizzie and Josie walk in. They grab a table by us and I just stare at the and try to comunicate without words, when Bonnie speaks up, and snaps me out of my consentration.

"Are you sober yet?"

"No"

"Keep drinking. I gotta get you home. I gotta get Hope home. I gotta get me home."

"Why didn't he go for me? You know, how come the guys that I want never want me?"

"I'm not touching that." Bonnie says, Caroline looking at me.

"Oh, nope not talking about that." I quickly say, Caroline looking frustrated.

"I'm inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing. And Elena always says the right thing. She doesn't even try! An he just picks her.  And she's always the one that everyone picks, for everything. And I try so hard, and i'm never the one ."

"It's not a competition, Caroline." Bonnie and I say at the same time, both trying to help Caroline.

"Yeah, it is."

At that we all just go back to sitting in silence. A little while later Bonnie had to go, and I gollowed soon after meeting Josie outside.

"Hey Jo. Where's Lizzie?"

"She'll be out in a minute."

|| Lizzie's POV ||

I look over where Mom was sitting. I see her send a small-- Nevermind. A big smile towards Damon Salvatore. Before they could even start talking, I sat down at Mom's table.

"Caroline, just because you don't get all the guys, doesn't mean your a failure. It just means not everything is working out for you. And if a guy turns you down, then he's the one with a problem. Not you. Your one of the best people there is out there. And if they can't see that, screw them. Most guy's are douches anyway." I say before I walk off towards Jo and Hope.

That felt really good. I got to talk to her... A teenage mom. I got to help her, or at least attempt to help her as she has many times before for me a Jo. Let's just hope that, you know, me and Josie are still born...

#Hope Mikaelson #Elizabeth Saltzman #Josette Saltzman #Lizzie Saltzman #Josie Saltzman #Josie and Lizzie #Lizzie and Josie #Hope and Josie #Lizzie and Hope #Hope and Lizzie #Joise and Hope #Legacies Aren't Legacies Anymore #LALA #Legacies Aren't Legacies Anymore We Pulled A Barry Allen Bloody Hell

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Jughead//...Baby One More Time

Request: Would I be able to request a reader/jughead smut where you both find out the other is sleeping in the school, maybe you happen upon each other in the showers?

Warning: Smut! ooooo

After school most people run out the doors as fast as they can. Once the bell goes, they leave as quickly as possible, a trail of dust behind them as they all race to get home. 

Not me however. Whilst everyone was running and pushing past me, trying to be the first ones out the door, I’m slowly wandering the halls, waiting for it to quiet down so I can hide in the old supply closet in peace. Not ideal, no. But for now it’s all I have. Growing up on the Southside meant you don’t have a lot to begin with, but throw in some lousy parents and missed rent payment, and you have no other choice to say goodbye trailer that you’ve grown up in, and hello to cramped, dark school supply closet. 

Things haven’t been great at home, my dad has been drinking more than usual and my mom was off doing god knows what, but me? I was coping...kinda. Doing a few shifts at the Wyrm each week and the money that my dad made when he actually did work was enough to scrape by. However school had picked up its pace, meaning revision and homework instead of wiping down bars. And dad had been more than useless, a few days later him and mom had disappeared, leaving behind a note saying they were going away for a while. Meaning I missed the rent payment (+ apparently dad hadn’t been the best at keeping up with them), so I was kicked out, and with no where else to go, Riverdale High is my new home. Yay, me... 

I mean sure, I have friends on the Southside. I have plenty of them, but they have their own problems and their trailers were small enough as it is, never mind adding one more person. 

And living in the school isn’t that bad. For a supply closet, its kinda cozy. I have a little blow up bed, a duvet and tons of shelves to put all my things on, I just have to share them with cleaning products and mouse traps. But, it’s in a part of the school thats rarely visited and I do get first dibs on the vending machines when they’re re-filled, plus I know where to hit them exactly to get free food. And because I’m staying at the school constantly, I know all the drama thats happening with the teachers. Like who’s sleeping with who and who’s stealing Mrs Thompson’s pens. 

Oh, who am I kidding. Living in a school sucks. It’s lonely, cramped and cold. Plus, just a nightmare. The only plus point? The showers. The school showers are the best I’ve ever had. They’re the highlight of my day, which to be honest, is quite sad to admit. 

Okay, 3:30. That means I have two hours to kill before the school is completely  empty and then I can shower. Library or bleachers? Library, I’ll do my homework for the week. 

“Y/n!!!!” Sweet Pea’s deep voice breaks the silence that has settled over the library, making me giggle. “What the fuck are you looking at?” He glares at two people sat at the table beside him who are staring and shaking their head at him. Both of them shake their head quickly and stare at the table. 

“I don’t mean to offend you.” I start and sit opposite him. “But what exactly are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” He asks offended. 

“Its 3:34, meaning school finished ages ago, and you’re sat in the library doing...” I trail off as I look at the work he has open in front of him. “Spiderman?” 

“I can’t afford to buy it, but sometimes the library gets the new ones in, however because I’m a Serpent, I can’t take them home.” He explains. 

“Ohhhh. Yeah that makes more sense than you actually doing homework.” 

“Yeah. Who do you think I am?” 

“Sooooo.” I start, taking out the History homework from my bag. “Where’s the rest of the gang?” 

“Ermmm.” He says absentmindedly. “Toni is with Cheryl. As always.” He rolls his eyes making me giggle. “Fangs is helping Kevin with the drama department. And Jones? I dunno where Jones is. I saw him last period but he was acting weird.” 

“Weird?” 

“Yeah. Weird.” 

“Care to expand?” 

“Not really no.” He shakes his head. “I’m trying to read.” 

“Ouch.” I placed a hand over my heart. “Don’t worry, I got the hint. I’ll shut up.” I added and he grinned at me. 

-----

“Do you wanna ride home?” Sweet Pea asks as he stands up. 

“Errr.” I stuttered. “Its fine. I have a bit more to do.” 

“You sure?” He asks again and I nod slightly, sending him a soft smile. “Watch out Y/n. Your bordering on nerd territory.” He teases and I roll my eyes. He laughed as he walked to the front desk, handing the comic to the old lady that was looking him up and down. 

“Ha. Ha.” I deadpan and he looks back, laughing softly. 

“See ya.” He mock salutes before wandering out the library, leaving me alone...again. 

5:25 finally rolled around and I dragged myself out of the library and down the dark corridor so I could hide for five minutes. Once I was sure that everyone left I grabbed my towel and wash bag and made my way to the showers in the basement. Whistling as I went. Sometimes its nice to fill the quiet, what’s not nice though, is when you hear somebody else whistling faintly. 

“Oh shit.” I whispered and gripped the towel tighter to my body. Because that’s gonna save you from a serial killer. Okay. What would any normal person do in this situation. Well, I suppose no normal person would be living inside a school, so maybe that wasn’t the best thing to ask myself. 

Right, I have three options. Go back to the supply closet I call home and hope to god that whoever this person or thing is, doesn’t need any cleaning supplies in the near future. Run far away from the school and sleep in the park until they go away. Or be brave and maybe a little stupid and face this school demon, head on. Maybe it was the fact that I had been living in the school for a few days, making me slightly delirious. Or maybe it was because I’d witnessed Sweet Pea reading for what felt like the first time in forever, but apparently I’m feeling brave, so toothbrush gripped tightly in one hand, and razor in the other, towel over the shoulder and wash bag tucked under my arm, I decide to investigate...very slowly. Until I figure out if whatever this things is, is a threat or not. 

“Wait.” That tune is familiar. The whistling has turned into soft singing. “Is that Britney?” I ask myself, relaxing as I stop in the middle of the corridor. What kind of ghost/demon/killer sings Britney Spears while they’re showering in school?

Whoever is in the shower is not threatening, however this could all be one big ploy to brutally murder me. I grip the toothbrush tighter and slowly make my way forward, until I’m stood right in front of the shower curtain. Whoever this person is, is really getting into the chorus of ...Baby One More Time, making a smile replace the frown on my face. Okay, deep breath Y/n. You can do this. And if this is how you die, at least they’ll be a good soundtrack to go out with. Pulling the curtain back, I make eye contact with a very familiar Serpent and the two of us stand screaming for a few seconds. 

“Jughead!?” I shout, my hand gripping the shower curtain tightly. The razor and wash bag have long been forgotten, failing to the floor as I opened the curtain, but the toothbrush is still gripped hard in my hand and I can’t help but think how unthreatening I would look if this was a serial killer and not just a fellow serpent.

“What the fuck!!!” He screams and squeezes the soap he was using as a microphone. 

“Ahhhh. Holy shit! Cover yourself up.” I stutter and start to back up, my hands covering my eyes. 

“Cover up?” He asks. “I’m in the shower!” He adds and grabs the shower curtain, hastily covering himself. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, finally recovering from the shock. However I can’t help but bite my lip and the sight that was just before me. Jughead Jones in all of his glory. I mean, it’s not so bad. 

“What am I doing here?” He asks sarcastically and I nod my head. “I’m having a fucking wedding, what does it look like.” He shouts, now more angry than anything else and I flinch at the tone. 

“Sorry.” I mumble, hastily picking my stuff up from the floor and turning around. “Forget you saw me here, and I’ll forget I saw you. And I’m really sorry.” I ramble, my cheeks heating up. I make it a few steps forward before a wet hand is on my wrist pulling me back. I turn around, finding myself face to face with Jughead. My eyes trail down and my eyebrow quirks up. “I think you forgot something.” I whisper in his ear and he looks at me confused before looking down and blushing profusely. 

“Can you pass me my towel please?” He asks quietly and I nod, an amused smile taking over my features. I pass him the towel that was hanging on a stall beside me and he hastily wraps himself up. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes and you shrug.

“It’s fine.” 

“It’s not. I shouldn’t have snapped. I just got a...fright. I thought I was in some sort of re-enactment of Psycho.” 

“I thought I was in a re-enactment of every teen horror film ever while I walked down the corridor.” I admit and the two of us laughed softly. “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you doing here?”

“Family troubles. Me and my dad have been arguing recently so I decided to get away, give him some space.” He shrugs, a sad expression taking over his face. I frown sympathetically at him and place a hand on the top of his arm, giving it a soft squeeze.

“How long you been staying here?” 

“A few weeks. I’ll probably go back soon.” 

“Why didn’t you just stay with some friends. You have plenty?” I ask and he looks around the room shyly. 

“I, err. I didn’t want to bother any of them.” He admits. 

“Ah...I get that.” I nod and the two of us look around awkwardly. “Well, erm. I’ll let you get back to your shower. You still had suds in your hair and you need to finish the rest of your song.” I excuse myself and start to walk backwards. “I must say Jones, I didn’t have you down as a Britney fan.” I tease and he rolls his eyes. 

“Wait!” He calls and I stop. 

“Yeah?” 

“Why are you here?” He asks and its now my turn to look away. The floor looks really appealing right now, so much so that I think I may be burning a hole into the tile. However, the intensity of Jughead’s stare is burning a hole in my head and I can’t take it for much longer. I suppose he told me why he’s here, I may as well give him the same. 

“My mom and dad went...away...for a while.” I start, trying to piece together the right words. Its so much harder to say out loud, to another actual human being and the tears in my eyes are threatening to fall. However, I’m not gonna cry in front of a half naked Jughead Jones while the two of us stand in the schools bathroom. At least not today. “Schools been kicking my ass so I had to stop working at the Wyrm and well, I ended up missing the rent. So now I’m here. Home sweet home.” I try to play it off and it’s my turn for the sympathetic look, which for the record, is absolutely no help at all. 

“Y/n...” He starts, his eyes softening as he looks at me out of pity. “I’m so so-” 

“It’s fine.” I cut him off. 

“Do you know when they’ll be back?” 

“Who?” I ask, I’m only half listening now, there’s a lot of things going on in my mind right now, but the main thing is that Jughead is stood half naked in front of me. And I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about this. I mean, maybe not in this context and he is totally fully naked, but, I mean its practically the same thing. 

“Your parents.” 

“Oh, I dunno. Probably soon. But until then it’s Riverdale High all the way!” I fake cheer and he laughs. 

“Yep.” He agrees and raises his fist slightly. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” 

“I didn’t want to bother anyone.” I shrug. 

“Ah.” 

“Yeahhh.” I trail off and we look at each other. His eyes look so pretty in this light. And his hair is all floppy and curly an-

“Did you hear that?” He asks, panic evident in his voice and eyes. 

“What?” I ask, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me into the shower cubicle. 

“Jones! Ask a lady firs-” 

“Shhh.” He places a hand over my mouth and my eyes widen in surprise. His arm is around my waist pulling me tightly against him and the dampness from his chest in making my t-shirt kinda wet. However my thoughts are quickly interrupted when the door to the bathroom opens and the two of us share a look. 

“What the hell?” A man’s voice asks confused and I squeeze my eyes shut. If we’re caught like this, we’re dead for so many reasons. The two of us listen closely as the man picks up the things I dropped on the floor. He looks around, well I assume he does. He could be doing anything for all I know. And then he walks out, closing the door behind him and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The two of us stay in the position for a few minutes longer before I look between the two of us and pull apart (as much as I didn’t want to). 

“Dammit.” I mutter as I open the shower curtain. “He stole my things. The only thing I have is my toothbrush.” Jughead laughs softly behind me and I turn to glare at him playfully. “And that was my good razor too...and towel!” 

“You can always share mine.” Jughead suggests and I eye him suspiciously. 

“What exactly are you proposing Jones?” 

“That you can share my soap and shower gel...and shower.” He winks at the end making me snort, before blushing profusely. “You’re cute.” He laughs and I roll my eyes. “Are you coming?” He asks and holds the shower curtain open. 

“Hopefully.” I reply, sending him a smirk and making my way back towards him and the shower. He turns it on and takes his towel off as I quickly undress. And soon the two of us are stood in front of each other, the hot water running over us as he looks at me with lust filled eyes. “Well, this is not how I imagined today ending.” 

“Are you complaining?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Absolutely not.” I shake my head and his lips are on mine in an instant. He pushes me backwards, his hands gripping my waist as my back hits the cold shower wall and I shiver against him. He pulls me closer to him, making me whimper at the feeling of pushing against me. My hands trail down his chest, while his fingers tangle in my hair and pulls softly. I stop just above where he needs me most and he pulls harder making me moan. The sound seems to travel straight to his dick as his semi, hardens against my thigh. My hand finds it and slowly starts to pump him up and down making him groan in my mouth. 

“Fuck.” He moans softly, the wetness between my legs builds up and I smirk and move quicker. He pulls away and I pout, however he soon makes up for it, one hand plays with my nipples while the other travels down my stomach and stops just above my clit. 

“Please.” I whimper and he gives me a lopsided grin before he starts to rub me, a finger dipping into my core making me buck my hips. He pulls out and away as quickly as he was in me and I whine, a pout taking over my features. 

“Jump, pretty girl.” He whispers in my ear and I waste no time in obeying. Jumping and wrapping my legs around his hips while his arms hold the back of my thighs, pushing me against the shower wall again. He pulls away just a little in order to line himself up with my core, and then presses a kiss against my lips as he slides in slowly. We both moan at the feeling and his head leans against mine as he starts to move, slowly at first but the pace soon quickens until my back is hitting off the wall and his hands are gripping at my things, both hard enough to leave marks. “You feel so good around me.” He manages to make out between heavy breaths. 

“Fuckkkk.” I moan loudly and he looks at me with an unreadable expression. 

“So good baby girl.” He adds breathily. 

“Faster.” I manage to pant out and he thrusts his hips harder and faster, one of the hands gripping the back of my thighs travels to my clit and he rubs hard figure-eights on it, making me scream. The sound of skin against skin mixes with both our moans and they echo against the tiles, which turns me on more. 

“You close baby girl?” He asks, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth and I nod before smashing my lips against his. 

“You’re so hot.” I pant and he giggles against my lips. 

“Thats you baby.” His movements gradually increase before I moan loudly and scratch my nails down his back, my walls clenching around him as I cum. He follows quickly and drops my legs gently. I shake a little and use his shoulders to keep myself steady. The two of us catch our breath, the hot water running over us, and the only sound in the bathroom being the two of them mixed together. I can’t help but smile up at Jughead, who is already smiling back at me. We catch our breaths and actually start washing. 

“Ya know.” I start and he looks at me intrigued. “Maybe living in school won’t be that bad.” I shrug and he laughs. 

“Maybe not, no.” He agrees. “However if I knew this would happen I would have moved in ages ago.” 

“I didn’t live here ages ago.” I remind him and he rolls his eyes as he pushes his head underwater. 

“Yeah, I know.” He replies sarcastically and I stick my tongue out at him. 

“Quit hogging the water.” I push him softly and he laughs. 

“I’m not.” He defends and I raise an eyebrow at him. He laughs louder before moving out the way. “Here, let me.” He says, picking the shower gel up from the bathroom floor. 

“Thanks.” I blush as he pours some on his hands before rubbing it into my scalp. 

“Y/n?” He asks and I hum in acknowledgment. “When I move back in with my dad...if your parents aren’t back, you’re welcome to stay with me.” 

“Thanks Juggy.” I reply sincerely and the two of us blush at the nickname. “However, I don’t know if I’m gonna get used to you singing Britney. Don’t get me wrong, I love Britney, she’s an icon. But you butchered her.” I tease and he pulls my hair playfully, however it has the opposite effect that he wanted, and I end up moaning softly. “Hey!” I turn around and glare at him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” 

“Who says I can’t finish it?” 

#jughead #jughead x reader #jughead imagine #jughead x you #jughead jones imagine #jughead jones x reader #jughead jones x you #riverdale imagine #riverdale #riverdale smut #jughead smut #jughead jones smut

[6rookie-writer0110]

Help me to stop running in the dark

Sam Arias x Male Reader

Request- Can you do a male reader Story for dating sam arais and being Ruby's father and R used to date in there teen years but had a nasty break because they nurt each other. They meet again in season 4 and they slowly trust each other and got back together and tells R that Ruby's father and he blames the condom. Ruby finding out as well. R is like goku and had ultra instinct without any draw backs and he can go ssj to sjj4 to sjj god and super sayian blue . In earth 38 sayians exists. Can you include in the story of sam arias request that R has a son named Gohan and his a sayian hybrid

National City, is your new home. You and your son just unpacked the last box and you are happy about it.

”Dad, why I can't go to work with you?” Gohan asked.

”I can't watch you and do my job. But I promise I will give you the tour where I work” You said.

”Sounds boring,” Gohan said.

”Best part, they have a training room,” You said.

He smiled and he wants to go now. You are a single father with a son named Gohan and he is twelve years old. You accepted a new job at the DEO, agent and a scientist also as a doctor. You worked hard in college it wasn't easy with raising a kid and going to school. You have always been into martial arts, your son Gohan loves to train and he is a huge fan of martial arts.

”That's great! Let's go now!” Gohan yelled with joy.

”Because you have school today and you can't be absent,” You said.

”Why, I can't miss one day?” Gohan asked.

”I told you your studies are very important and you need good grades,” You said.

He pouts and crossed his arms.

”Fine” Gohan said.

---

You took him to school then you went to work. J'onn gave you the tour of the DEO, he introduced you to Winn, Nia, Alex, James, Brainy, and Kara but as supergirl. While doing your work, you heard someone shouting and you recognize the voice. You stand up and followed the voice, you see Brainy, Alex, and Kara talking to Vegeta.

”About time you showed up, Y/N,” Vegeta said.

”You know him?” Kara asked.

”We caught him fighting and he caused the earth to crack,” Alex said.

”He is not the enemy and yes I do know him,” You said.

”How can you be sure?” Brainy asked.

”Because he trained me. And he has saved the earth countless times. Vegeta, there is a training room we can use and they have the option of using powers or not. Are you in?” You said.

”I will still beat you with powers or without powers,” Vegeta said.

You and Vegeta left the room, they are confused about what just happened.

”You have to work!” Alex yelled.

”I will do it later!” You yelled back.

It was a slow day at the DEO, and you were bored in your lab.

Vegeta turns Super Saiyan 4 and you start to get ready. Vegeta cracked his knuckles and he gets into his stance now you start to turn Super Saiyan blue.

Alex, Kara, and Brainy wanted to watch. They knew you had powers but didn't know what it was.

”I’m ready,” You said.

” Let's start,” Vegeta said.

You and Vegeta throw the first punches, it caused the building to shake a little bit. Vegeta kicked your arm and you fell down, but you jumped back up fast. You and Vegeta keep fighting and not backing down.

”He is really strong,” Kara said.

”He is. I never saw two people fight like that before” Alex said.

They keep watching you and Vegeta fight.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✬

There is a charity event which Lena is hosting. You had to go because you and others want to catch Lillian at the party. You are at the bar and you are looking around and Kara is talking to Lena.

”Y/N?”

You turned to your right and it's Sam Arias.

”Wow, Sam!” You cheerfully said.

She hugged you and you hugged her back. You and Sam missed each other so badly.

”What are you doing here in National City?” Sam asked.

”I just moved here with my son and I work for the DEO. What about you?” You said.

”You have a son?” Sam asked in shock.

You nod.

”Yeah, I have a son named Gohan. I'm a single parent. So tell me about you” You said.

You and Sam used to date in high school, but you two were immature. The break up was nasty since Sam disappeared and you never heard of her for many years. She does know about your superpowers.

”After our break, I moved to Metropolis. I have been living there for many years now I live here in National City. I work for Lena Luthor” Sam said.

”Sam, I'm sorry I hurt you back in high school. I was immature and an idiot, I'm sorry and I hope we can start over” You said.

Sam wanted to tell you something but she changed her mind.

”Y/N, I'm sorry too. We were both idiots and we can start over. I really missed you” Sam said.

”I missed you too,” You said.

Lillian crashed the party but she isn't alone. You turned Super Saiyan and Lillian starts to attack.

”Sam, go now,” You said.

”Okay. Y/N be safe” Sam said.

”I will,” You said.

You start to fight Lillian but you had to hold back. She does have the Luthor suit but you didn't want to injure her. You made sure Sam is safe, Kara and Lillian start to fright and you help Alex save people.

You saw Metallo trying to kill Sam. You snapped and you went Super Saiyan rose.

”Stay away from her!” You yelled.

Everyone saw that your hair changed to pink. You punched him and he hits the wall, he gets back up.

”What are you?” Metallo asked.

”Does it matter? I will make you pay for hurting her” You said.

He laughed.

”Oh, I hurt your girlfriend” Metallo mocked.

You and Metallo start to fight. You easily dodged his attacks, he is nowhere near your speed and reflexes. You punched him in the face than in the stomach, the enemies start to run towards you but you easily start to defeat them. You did toy with them then you only had to use one or two attacks to defeat them.

---

At the DEO, Alex made sure that Sam is okay. You went to see Sam, Kara, and Alex are there.

”Are you okay?” You asked.

”Yeah, I'm okay,” Sam said.

”Y/N where are you from? I never saw anyone turn pink like you” Kara said.

”I am a Super Saiyan. I used to have a home called Planet Vegeta, it's located in the south Galaxy. But my home was destroyed by a fire and many people died. There are different levels of Super Saiyan, that people can change into different colors. Super Saiyan Pink, which is the highest and strongest level” You said.

”I know what it's like to lose a home,” Kara said.

---

Gohan is on cloud Nimbus, he got bored at home and went for a ride. He knows where you work and he got inside and saw you.

”Dad!!!” Gohan yelled with joy.

You are still with Sam, Winn, Alex, and Kara. Gohan jumped on you and he hugged you.

”You have a son?” Alex asked.

”Yes, this is my son Gohan,” You said.

”Hi!!” Gohan smiled big.

”What is that!?” Winn and Kara asked.

”This is Nimbus a cloud, it takes anywhere we want to go,” You said.

”Can we ride Nimbus?” Kara asked.

”Please,” Winn said.

”Yes. Gogan, make sure them how to ride Nimbus” You said.

”Yay!!” They cheered.

You and Sam watched them ride Nimbus.

”He is cute,” Sam said.

”Thanks, he gets it from me,” You said

You and Sam laughed.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✬

Weeks went by you and Sam have been spending time together. Slowly trusting each other and you're still in love with her. But you haven't told her yet, you want to but you don't know if she will feel the same. You went to see Lena Luthor

”What I can do for you, Y/N,” Lena said.

”Lena, I need your help. Can... You maybe find out if Sam likes me?” You said.

”Didn't you used to date Sam in high school?” Lena asked.

”Yeah, we used to date but the breakup was nasty and I was immature. I'm still in love with her and I want to know if she feels the same. You and Sam are close and maybe if you can find out for me” You said.

Lena starts to think. You and Lena do get along but don't know each other too well.

”Okay, Y/N I will find out for you. Don't hurt her again or I’m going after you” Lena said.

”I won't hurt her again, you my word,” You said.

”Good,” Lena said.

You smiled at Lena.

---

Lena did find out if Sam has feelings for you and Lena said yes. You couldn't stop smiling and your heart raced when you thought about her.

You are training with Vegeta and Gohan. You have bee training all day and your body is feeling sore. Vegeta always pushes you over the limit. Sam came over and she saw your abs, her face turned red. She tried not to stare but you saw it and smirked.

”Y/N, can we talk in private?” Sam asked.

”Um sure. Just let me clean up then we talk” You said.

”Yeah,” Sam said.

You see Gohan and Sam talking to each other and they are getting along.

---

You and Sam go somewhere private to talk.

”What’s wrong?” You asked.

”There was a reason why I disappeared in high school,” Sam said.

”Because?” You said.

”You got me pregnant. I told my mom but she kicked me out and I was angry at everyone, you and especially at myself. I just packed my things and left and I raised our daughter Ruby, on my own. Y/N, you have a daughter” Sam said.

Your eyes opened very wide and you had no idea what to say.

”But we used a condom!” You yelled.

”It was broken or it popped,” Sam said.

”You think I can sue the company who made the condom?-”

Sam laughed.

”You're such an idiot” Sam is still laughing.

”Sam! I am serious I want to sue them” You said.

”You will lose the case. Y/N, how do you feel about it? I know you missed a lot but I was-” Sam said.

You started to ramble on about suing the company. To make you stop, Sam kissed you and you kissed her back.

”Wow,” You said.

”Yeah. It was to make you stop talking about the condom” Sam said.

You nod.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✬

Days later, Sam told Ruby that you're her father. Gohan did meet Ruby and they are getting along.

”Why my mom didn't like you in high school?” Ruby asked.

”We didn't like each other when we first met each other. She thought I was annoying but we had the same classes. We had to work on a project together and she wasn't happy. The more spend the time we spent together we started to like each other” You said.

”How about now?” Ruby asked.

”We want to make it work and be a couple again. I want you and Gohan to have a bond” You said.

”It will be cool to have a little brother,” Ruby said.

”So cool I have a sister and someone to play with” Gohan smiled.

---

You are at Sam’s house with Gohan. You are making pancakes and you know that Sam loves pancakes. Everyone is starting to eat pancakes.

”Mom, these pancakes are better than yours,” Ruby said.

”Her nickname is pancakes because that's what she loves the most when it comes to food” You teased.

Ruby and Gohan giggled.

”Y/N, shut up,” Sam said.

You winked at her and she kissed you.

”Guys gross, we are eating,” Ruby said.

You and Sam kissed again.

”More for me,” Gohan said

He stole Sam and your pancakes and started to eat it.

Later, you and Sam take the kids ice skating. Everyone is having fun and Gohan doesn't know how to skate, he kept falling down hard. You and Sam start to teach him how to skate. Everyone is having fun, you or Sam can't stop smiling at each other.

#Sam Arias x Male Reader #sam arias x reader #sam arias imagine #supergirl imagine

[squishyeth]

cam girl [g.d] au

SUMMARY: Y/n is the shy girl. Grayson Dolan is the most popular boy. What happens when Grayson finds out that the cam girl he’s been chatting with is the  girl that he sees everyday.

WARNING: sexual content (masturbation-male, p&v penetration, fingering), graphic language

NOTES: italics are flashbacks

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

*I DO NOT OWN ANY GIFS*

“You’re so sexy, Mistress.” Sexyboi69 moaned out as he was stroking his length. I continued to dance seductively.

“Are you going to cum?” I said, biting my lips and shaking my ass a little. With that, I see the white liquid spurt out and his loud moan fills the room.

“That was my best orgasm yet.” Sexyboi69 complimented as he cleaned his hand with a towel.

“Same time as tomorrow?” I asked, sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Of course” he replied, with a thumbs up. I can’t see his face, but from the sound of his voice, he’s probably smiling; smirking even. The call ended and my phone dinged. I lifted up my cat mask to see it was from venmo.

‘Sexyboi69 paid KittyMistress $300 for a good time ;)’

CURRENT DAY

Y/N’s POV

I sat in the back of English, doodling as the teacher rambles on about her personal life that no one seems to care about. When I begin shading in the kitty’s ears, the bell rings. 

“Don’t forget to read chapter 13 and be ready to discuss it tomorrow!” Mrs. Allen said as everybody was packing up their bags and leaving. I put my sketchbook away and beginning zipping up my backpack. I got up and made my way out of the class. I saw Grayson holding the door open because he was a little bit in front of me.

“Thank you” I said quietly and as I walked away, I heard a faint you’re welcome. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a crush on him. Hell, everybody does. Grayson and Ethan Dolan are the most popular boys in this shit hole of a school. They have every girl swooning over them. I just particularly like Grayson more. I’ve had a crush on Grayson since 7th grade. He has just never noticed me because we don’t come from the same “clique.”

LATER THAT DAY

I put on my cat mask I got from a Halloween store a few months back. That’s when I became a cam girl. I do it for the money because my family struggles with paying bills. They don’t know that I’m on an adult site or else they will lose it. All my parents know is that I babysit some kid who lives down the street. I post free videos on the site, but I charge for personal videos or a skype session. My most popular client is Sexyboi69. He only shows his crotch area, but I don’t mind because I never show my face. Speaking of, my skype went off and Sexyboi69 showed up on the laptop screen. I hit accept.

“Hey” I innocently said, sitting crossed leg on my bed.

“HI, Mistress.” He said, waving to the camera.

“How are you?” I asked, biting my lip. 

“Eh, school stresses me out nothing new” He replied, “Just need a release” He finished, stroking his hard on. It turned me on, but I don’t touch myself on camera. I save that for my alone time. 

“And that’s where I come in!” I replied, with a giggle; standing up.

“Would you consider taking off the mask just this once?” He asked. I froze in place and before I could react, I slammed the laptop shut.

‘Sexyboi69 paid KittyMistress $500 I’m sorry :(’

THE NEXT DAY

I sat in my usual spot, in the back. I don’t have many friends. That’s a lie, I have no friends. 

“Quiet down!” The teacher said loudly, snapping her fingers like we’re dogs. 

“Okay, I’m going to explain the final project for Taming of the Shrew and it’s a partnered project” she explained and everyone cheered, except me, I internally groaned. “Except I’m picking the partners.” She finished to which now made everybody groaned. I’m eh on this; at least I don’t have to do the picking. She started pairing the class until she got to me and the one person I did not want to work with is

“Grayson, you’ll be partnered with Y/n.” She said 

‘Fuck’ I mouthed, keeping my eyes glued to my sketchbook.

“Man, I wanted the smart one.” One guy shouted, which resulted in the class to laugh. Great, just because I’m quiet, everybody thinks I’m Einstein. Everybody scatters around to their respective work partner and I stay seated; he’s going to have to come to me because I am not getting up.

“Hey” I hear a male voice say. I look up to see it’s Grayson.

“Hi” I quietly reply. He seats in the desk in front of me.

“Did you draw this?” He asked, pointing at the cat girl. I nodded.

“It’s really good, I like it!” He replied, smiling.

“Thanks” I mumbled with a small smile.

“So about the project” he stated, “We could go to my house, but my parents don’t trust me enough to bring someone over so do you have anywhere we could go to work together?” he asked. 

“My parent’s don’t come home until like 8 so we could work at my house?” I suggested quietly, trying not to make a lot of eye contact.

“That will work! Do you drive?” He asked, I shook my head “bus” I stated.

“Not today.” He replied with a smile.

LATER THAT DAY

We pulled up my driveway and Grayson turns the car off and we both get out and walk across the dead grass.

“Your house is, nice” he hesitated to say. If old and torn down is nice then thanks I guess. I know he’s just trying to make small talk, but no talk would be better. I unlocked the front door and walked in, locking the door once Grayson was in. 

“My room is the first door on the right,” I explained “Do you want some water?” I asked

“Yes please” He replied with a smile and made his way down the hall. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the ice trays from the freezer. After I filled two cups with ice water, I made my way to my room. When I entered my room, I saw Grayson sitting on my bed, holding my cat mask with furrowed eyebrows. I panicked and dropped the cups. He jerked his head to me, still holding the mask.

“Um, can I see that mask?” I asked, ignoring the cold water I’m standing in.

“Yeah, sorry” He said, handing it to me “Do you need help cleaning this up?” He asked, pointing to the water puddle.

“Uh no it’s fine” I stuttered “I’ll get more water though.” I said while turning around leaving a clueless Grayson standing at my door.

‘I really hope he doesn’t know who KittyMistress is’ I thought to myself. He’s a teen boy with hormones. I shouldn’t have let him go in my room by himself. I don’t even want to know what people would if they find out about the person behind the mask of KittyMistress. I am so stupid.

MOMENTS LATER

After I cleaned up the mess, we got started on the project. Scratch that, I started the project. This always happens so I’m not mad. It may hurt a little more because this is my crush and he’s paying no attention to me. My phone vibrated from my lap. It’s skype.

‘I really am sorry about yesterday :(’ Sexyboi69 texted. I look up to see Grayson is busy texting.

‘It’s fine’ I texted

‘I won’t be able to video chat. School stuff.’ He texted back

‘That’s fine! :) I have a school project coming up so I probably won’t be available for the next couple of days’ I hit send before placing my phone back in my lap. I got back to writing a summary, but I felt a pair of eyes on me.

THE NEXT DAY 

Mrs. Allen let us work on the project in class. Of course, Grayson was talking to his friends across the classroom. The bell rang and I have never been happier. My stuff was already packed so I put my backpack on and briskly walked out of the classroom with my English notebook clutched in my arms. As I’m walking to my next class, my phone vibrates,

‘Hey :)’ Sexyboi69 texted. What? Why now?

‘Hello?’ I sent, entering my biology class. Grayson also has this class with me, but I sit in the front and he sits in the back.

‘Why ?’ He sent back, I felt a pair of eyes burning the back of my head so I turned around, but saw no one, I turned back around.

GRAYSON’s POV

I’m overthinking it. Y/n is not KittyMistress. KittyMistress is confident and wild and y/n is quiet and clumsy. She’s a cute clumsy though. I look up to see y/n turning her head around so I put my head back down and pretend I’m texting. It’s not like I have a crush on her or anything. I have a thing for KittyMistress. Well, it’s one sided; I really want to know the face of the sexy body I see everyday. The face under the same exact mask y/n owns. Then again anybody can own that mask; I’ve seen that exact mask at a Halloween store. There it’s settled; y/n is not KittyMIstress.

LATER THAT DAY

I’m back at y/n’s house and she’s working on the project. I should really start helping. When I open my mouth, I hear the front door and a woman’s voice,

“Y/n! Are you home?” The woman yelled.

“Shit” y/n whispered. The woman opened door when y/n stood up and we made eye contact.

“Oh. Who’s this handsome young man?” She asked, smiling. 

“Um, Grayson” y/n stuttered out, “We’re working on an English project together.” She finished, fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie. The woman, who I’m guessing is her mom asks me,

“Oh yay! Grayson, we would love to have to stay for dinner!” She exclaimed as if her daughter doesn’t bring home friends. She has friends, right? I looked over at y/n who was chewing at her bottom lip, nervously.

“I would love to” I replied, smiling. Her mother seems nice.

“Yay!” She exclaimed, while clapping “Your father should be home early, but dinner should be ready soon!” She said before closing the door behind her and leaving us alone.

“Your mom is nice.” I said, smiling which resulted in y/n groaning.

AN HOUR LATER

We were all seated at the tiny table. I don’t remember the last time I’ve eaten with my family, but this feels nice.

“So Grayson” y/n’s dad started off “How did you meet my daughter?” He asked, dabbing his face with a napkin.

“We’ve had the classes since middle school, sir, but we got partnered up this year on a final project.” I explained, he nodded and drank his water. I can see from the corner of my eye that y/n is blushing. She’s so cute.

“You know,” y/n’s mom says while covering her mouth to swallow “She’s always talking about how cute this Gra-” she continues, but is interrupted by y/n coughing.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” Her mother asks with concern and rubs her back. Y/n just nods and drinks some water.

“Oh what was I saying?” She says

“Honey, we probably shouldn’t overwhelm him with questions.” Her husband said with a chuckle. 

“You’re right” She sighed “I just got excited because our daughter never brings guests home” She finished.

“I have to use the restroom” y/n said and ran down the hall. 

MOMENTS LATER

“I’m sorry ab-” I started, but was cut off by y/n,

“It’s fine, just leave it alone” she muttered, writing a summary for the project; I nodded. I was being nosy and started to look around. I had a deja vu moment when,

“You looking for something?” y/n sassed, I was taken aback and just shook my head. 

Y/N’s POV

I don’t know what has gotten into me or where this wave of confidence came, but I kind of like it. Grayson actually helped on the project for once; it might of just been gluing the pages on the poster, at least he was quiet. After about half an hour of walking, Grayson announces,

“I better go home.” Right as he said that, lightening strikes and we both get an alert on our phones that read,

‘FLASH FLOOD WARNING THIS AREA TIL 11:30PM EST. AVOID FLOOD AREAS. CHECK THE LOCAL MEDIA.’

I looked out my window and just my luck, the streets looked like a lake.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I mumbled, he agreed.

“Do you have a guest room?” He asked, turning his head toward me.

“No, but you can take my bed” I offered, “I’ll sleep on the floor.” I said, getting up to get the extra blankets out of my closet. I told my mom I would never need to use them, but I can hear her in my head saying ‘I told you so!’

“No, it’s you’re ro-” He said, but I cut him off by placing my finger on his mouth, “No, you’re the guest and I swear to god if you fight me on this, I will make you swim home I don’t care.” I ranted. Jesus Christ, who let KittyMistress out? Where did this confidence come from?

"Who is this and why doesn’t she come out at school?” He joked, but there was some seriousness in it. I rolled my eyes playfully and continued to grab the blankets. If I’m sleeping on the floor, I’m going to make it as comfortable as possible.

“I’m going to change in the bathroom” I explained, “Try not to be nosy while I’m gone.” I joked and he saluted, making me giggle as I walk out of the room. After I change into a tank top and pajama shorts, I exit the bathroom and make my way towards my room. When I open the door, I see Grayson carefully running his fingers through my lingerie hanging up. You have got to be kidding me. Out of all things I have?

“What are you doing?!” I yell.

GRAYSON’s POV

I notice something lacy in the closet. Y/n’s words replay in my head, but I feel myself being drawn towards the closet. I can’t imagine y/n in something lacy or tight fitting even. I’m sure she has a nice body under all those hoodies she wears. As I approach the open closet, I see that it’s lingerie. My eyes have definitely popped out of my head. I can’t imagine y/n in stuff like this. I hear a jingle sound and see that there’s a collar with a bell on it.

‘Where have I seen this before?’ I think to myself with furrowed brows. My thoughts were interrupted by y/n,

“What are you doing?!” She yells. I’m just standing there; it can’t be her. She just rolls her eyes and snatches the lacy material out of my hands and walks away. Before my mouth can catch up with my brain I speak out,

“Mistress.” She stops dead in her tracks. Gotcha.

“What did you just say?” She asked, facing away from me.

“I had a feeling when I first came over, but I thought the mask was just a coincidence.” I explained, walking towards her; her breathing is now ragged,

“And then the texting” I whispered by her ear. She’s shivering at this point.

“Sexyboi69?” She whispered, dropping the items on the ground. I nodded with a smirk. I’ve been waiting for this moment. My fingers trailed up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. With her back still facing me, I slowly put my hand down her shorts and cup her pussy. Before I can feel her insides, the door knob starts to jiggle. I pull my hand out and she steps away from me.

“Hey, how are you guys?” Her mom says as she sticks her head in.

“Yeah, I was just making myself a bed on the floor” she explains, pointing to the makeshift bed. She nods while smiling and closes the door.

“The bed is big enough for the both of us” I said, smirking.

“Don’t you start with that” She jokingly replied with her finger pointing at me. I move towards her slowly and grip her wrist softly.

“I swear to god if you don’t stop looking at me like, I am going to cum in my pants.” I say as she blushes and replies,

“What look?” Like she doesn’t know. The innocent look that has every guy preying on her. It’s like my mouth has a mind of its own and next thing I knew, my lips were on hers. She was taken aback at first, but then relaxed under my touch. Our lips moved in sync and I find my hands wandering all over her body. 

“Are you sure you want to do this with a virgin?” She asks as I leave sloppy kisses on the base of her neck.

“There is nothing sexier than a virgin.” I replied and meant it. She seems to have a burst of confidence because she tossed me on the bed and straddled me. Her confidence never fails to turn me on. I pull down her tank top so that her breasts are spilling out. I begin to knead them and suck on them as her back arches and lets out a moan. 

“You are so fucking hot” I state, making my way back to her lips. My hand slides down her shorts and rubbing her clit before pumping finger in her. She moans in my ear which turns me on even more if it’s even possible at this point. Her hand is bunching up my shirt as I add another finger. 

“So tight.” I compliment and rewarded with a moan. I rub her clit with my thumb and I see her eyes roll so she must be close. Just as suspected, I feel a sticky substance coating my fingers and y/n collapses beside me.

“How was that?” I asked, laying next to her.

“What about your problem?” She asked, eyeing my very painful boner.

“As much as I would love those pretty lips around my cock, I need to be inside that pretty pussy.” I said, getting on top of her. She gasps and blushes at my words. My lips meets hers and she begins to undo my belt. 

“Why in a hurry?” I said, smirking and holding her hands down in the bed. She surprises me by flipping us over. Goddamn how is she so strong. 

“Because I’m in charge and you will address me as Mistress.” She stated, pinning my hands down.

"What are you going to do to me, Mistress?” I asked, lifting my head up from the bed. She smirks and rubs my hard cock through my jeans. I hiss and say,

“If you do that again, I am going to have a wet spot on my jeans.” She just continues to rub my dick before unbuckling my belt and sliding off my jeans, leaving me in my boxers and shirt. She gets off of me and then walks over to her drawer and digs around and pulls out what looks like a box of condoms.

“If you’re a virgin then why do you have a box of condoms?” I genuinely asked.

“What do you think?” She sarcastically replied. Her mom. I played it off with a laugh when she opened the new box and pulled out a condom. She walks over and hands it to me. I look at her confused.

“I don’t know how to put one on.” She shyly says, which makes me smile.

“Here” I say, taking the condom from her hand and taking it out of the package. I pull down my boxers and I see y/n’s eyes go wide from the side.

“Come here” I whispered, holding out my hand; which she takes and I put her back on my lap. “Give me your hands” I continued, guiding her hands on the condom to slide it down my dick.

“Is this going to fit?” She whispers

“We’ll see” I reply, flipping us so she’s beneath me, “Let me know if it’s hurt” I say and she nods. I slowly begin to push myself and see a tear run down her cheek. Y/n grabs the back of my head and begins kissing me, which is my queue to go deeper. When I’m balls deep in her, we both let out a throaty moan. 

“Please go faster” She whimpers in my neck.

“Your wish is my command” I whisper in her ear and begin thrusting at a faster pace. Her moans sounds pornographic as the sound of rain and my balls slapping fill the room. I reach my hand down to her clit and rub it in a circular motion. She starts shaking and I feel myself starting to climax. Before I knew it, I’m seeing stars and my load fills the condom. I stay in her warmth for a little longer before laying next to her and discarding the condom.

“How was that?” I asked, out of breath and facing her. She replies, still out of breath, but with a goofy smile,

“Better than porn.”

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[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Difference: Part 4

Pairings: Mark Sheppard x Reader

Warnings: None??? Swearing must likely…

Word Count: 3,600

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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You did every single thing you could to keep Mark as far away from your extended family for as long as you could, but before you knew it, it was Halloween night and time for the boys’ second birthday. And since you had been dating for ten months, you couldn’t really come up with excuses on why he couldn’t make family functions any more. You simply had to bite the bullet and throw him to the wolves. And it wasn’t like you didn’t want him there in the first place, you just didn’t want your family to scare him off.

“Kitten, if the boys and their screaming haven’t scared me off by now, I highly doubt your family will.”

“You don’t understand.” You sighed as you wrestled Evan into his Iron Man costume. “They are all crazy.”

“So nothing like you.” You looked up at him in his Hawkeye costume with a death glare and he blew you a kiss as he put Captain America Theo in the ‘Quinjet’, which was a four person wagon that you had decorated for your four Avengers.

“Listen here.” You laughed as you got up and grabbed Thor Luca as he toddled by. “You don’t know crazy.”

“Where’s the Hulk?” You paused and looked around your bedroom with your brow furrowed as you finished buckling Luca into his spot.

“Thomas… You wanna go see Lilly?” Your eyes stopped on the closet where there was a loud bang a moment before your youngest did a slightly awkward flip out of the space and practically scrambled to get to the cart to see his favorite cousin. “Yea, that’s what I thought.”

“Alright, Widow. Are we ready to go?”

“You double checked the bags?”

“I double checked the bags.” He said as he stood up and turned off the light in the front half of the room. “Lets go, munchkins. Time to party.” With one final glance around to make sure you had everything you had set out for the birthday party and for trick or treating, and headed out the back door to walk a whole block over and half a block down to your Aunt Selene’s house.

“We’re here!” You called out as you pushed open the side gate to her back yard. Your family all yelled hello and almost instantly started to swarm over to finally meet Mark. “Wait, wait, wait.” You said quickly as you held your hand up. “One at a time.” Your uncles, who understood boundaries, helped keep their respective kids back, while your aunts simply ignored you and continued coming toward you.

“Oh, he is cute.” Your Aunt Serena cooed in Italian as she squeezed your arm. “Good job.”

“He doesn’t look like a lawyer.” Aunt Alessia commented with a small shake of her head.

“He has to nice of face.” Aunt Caterina chimed in.

“He doesn’t speak Italian.” You pointed out as you handed Thomas to your Aunt Mia.

“You have a nice face!” Aunt Sofia practically shouted in English from the back of the group of women.

“Oh! Thank you.”

“OK, move aside.” Your mother barked as she squeezed through the group to come to your aid. “Where are my birthday babies?”

“He’s not deaf.” Aunt Viola joked in Italian as she whacked her younger sister in the arm.

“And he still doesn’t speak Italian.” You repeated as you picked up the small bag of birthday gifts you had bought your sons to put them on the table with the rest. You glanced over at Mark as he held Evan’s hand and followed Luca toward the swing set where your sister and her four year old daughters, Lilly and Chloe were playing with some of your second cousins.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” Your cousin, Natasha, who was Selene’s second oldest of six girls, teased as she sat by one of the many tables, nursing her four month old, Nikolai, who you hadn’t gotten to meet yet.

“You have four kids at once and try to get anywhere on time. Is this my newest nephew?”

“Yea, who keeps me up all night long.” She sighed.

“As someone who… I guess ‘got lucky’.” Mark teased as he came over, and parked the wagon on the side of the porch. “I can say that it does get better…”

“Oh, do NOT listen to him!” You laughed as you pushed your boyfriend’s arm. “He could sleep through a hurricane, and then a tornado without even slipping out of his dream. I have to hit him with a pillow and then pretend to be asleep when I want him to be the one to see what son is crying.”

“You hit me with pillows?” Mark asked as Natasha, and a few of your other family members laughed.

“What, you think you wake up yourself?” You giggled. “Yes, I absolutely hit you with pillows.”

“I will remember that next time I find myself awake at three am.” He said with mock seriousness as he gestured to the table of drinks. “Want something.”

“Yes.” You said as you took a step over at him. “Green punch bowl is always kid safe… looks like orange is alcoholic this year.”

“Got it.” He said with a nod as he kissed your cheek and headed off to grab drinks.

“He seems nice.” Your cousin, Shannon said as she came over and grabbed one of the many seats with her plate of Halloween themed treats.

“He is amazing.” You confirmed with a nod as you habitually looked over your shoulder and quickly located your four boys in the crowded back yard. “And the boys love him.”

“Do you?” Natasha asked with her eyebrow raised.

“I do.”

“OK, since everyone’s here, let’s do presents before Nonno and I start dinner!” Your dad called out from the other side of the yard.

“Oh, yay. Corralling cats.”

“Here, I got it.” Mark said as he handed you your drink. You drank yours in two gulps, set the cup aside, and followed him across the yard toward the towering pile of gifts as chairs were dragged over and kids were corralled. You grabbed a seat beside Mark in the grass, and pulled Evan on to your lap as your mom and Emma moved some presents around on the table.

“OK, there is an order to these.” Zoe called out as she passed the first couple gifts to you. “Cousin gifts first.” You nodded your head and passed the thirty dollars and under gifts in your hand over to Mark so he could help Luca and Theo open them. You helped Evan open a bag of large Lego blocks, and helped Thomas reveal a stack of new books, while your other two sons opened a toy truck and more Legos. 

You opened a plastic farm house, some more toy trucks and toy cars, a toy garage, some learning toys and games, and some bath toys. There were fake kitchen toys, and a fake tool box, a fake cleaning toys, and even a pair of fake lawn mowers. And too wrap it up, a couple of your cousins had apparently pooled their money to create a pretty amazing activity table that was large enough for all four boys to play side by side; which was apparently the winner of the night anyways since once the wrapping paper came off, the other toys were forgotten by all of your sons.

“Well, we don’t really need them for the rest anyways.” Emma giggled as she handed you a card with a smile. “From Yaya, Nonna, and Nonno.” You nodded your head and looked up at your three living grandparents, who were sitting up on the porch near one of the many heaters Selene had her husband, David, set up incase anyone got too cold, and waved. You pulled the card out and smiled at the cute cover before flipping it open and hesitating.

“Wait, what is this?” You asked as you pulled out a stack of American Airline plane tickets.

“Open this one next.” Mark said as he handed you another card that he had pulled out of his Hawkeye jacket.

“What did you do?” You laughed as you dropped the tickets in your lap and opened the next card.

“It’s from my dad.” He said as he caught the folded papers and opened them up. “He knows someone that knows someone that works for Disney company and they got him a great deal on a nice, deluxe room for us… he’s the one that kinda set this whole idea in motion and Ben and Emma helped coordinate it.”

“And I may or may not have cheated a bit and jumped on the idea and booked our family a trip as well so our gift to you is a night of free baby sitting so you can have a Disney date night.”

“Of course you did.” You laughed as you looked up at your twin.

“Here, we have more presents.” Your mom said with a giant smile as she handed you a small box. “This is from dad and I.”

“Stop, I can’t.” You said with a shake of your head as you started to tear up. “Really?”

“Open the box, (Y/N).” Your dad chuckled as he pointed at you with the grill spatula. “People are getting hungry here.”

“Tony, be nice!” Your Aunt Camilla snapped as she reached out and whacked her brother’s arm.

“We covered tickets.” Your mom said as you pulled off the wrapping paper to figure out what your mother had gotten. “But they’re on those band things. You gotta keep them with you…”

“I have emails for all of it.” Mark said as he collected the important paperwork for you.

“This one’s from Aunt Bianca and I.” Your Uncle Devin said as he handed you a slightly heavy box.

“You guys are gunna make me cry.” You said as you pulled the wrapping paper off a new to you, hand me down double stroller.

“They don’t allow the wagon ones.” Bianca said as she pointed to her old stroller. “And we don’t need ours anymore. We were gunna give it to you anyways…”

“Same with ours.” Catarina said as she grabbed her unwrapped stroller from behind the table and brought it around for you. “I made Adam put new wheels on the thing because they were a little stuck and I’m waiting for a new handle grip thing to come in the mail so I’ll put that on when they come in.” You nodded your head as Selene and Viola came over to grab their boxes.

“These were rated number one in parenting magazines but if you don’t like them, we can send them back.”

“They’re inflatable toddler beds.”

“Oh, I was actually looking into these for Mark’s place.” You said as you looked at the box for the The Shrunk's travel inflatable toddler bed. “See, it has the rails so that the boys can’t roll off it even if it is close to the floor.”

“No more climbing out of the play pens.” Mark agreed as he took a look at one of the other bed boxes.

“You move in now. Get small boys beds.” Yaya said in broken English as she picked at the snack table.

“Ma!” Zoe barked behind you as your face flushed red.

“She has a point.” Selene said in Greek with a shrug.

“No, no.” You said with a shake of your head as you looked over at Mark. “We’re not there yet… are we?”

“Discussion for another time.” Your boyfriend said as he reached out and rubbed your back. “Still not scared.”

“Here, open this one.” Emma said quickly as she handed you the next gift. You nodded your head and quickly opened the next one, which was four stroller fans, and a pair of stroller rain covers. With the last few gifts, you could tell that your family had done a lot of research on taking toddlers to Disney; gifting you insulated sippy cups, some cooling towels, reusable bags, disposable dirty diaper bags, bedsheets, suitcases, rain jackets, hats, sunscreen, a couple Disney guide books, and a small but pretty bad ass first aid kit, which left you very little to actually have to buy for this surprise trip. Just as you finished thanking everyone, profusely, your dad announced that dinner was ready.

“Did you do all this?” You asked Mark before you got up to get plates together for the boys.

“I asked you two months ago if you could take them anywhere, where would you want to take them? You said Disney so I just helped make it happen for you.”

“Why are you so good to us?” He shrugged his shoulders and smiled as he got up to start convincing your sons that eating was gunna be more fun than playing with their new toys.

“Because I love you all more than words, kitten. Simple as that.”

——

“What in God’s name are we gunna do with all this candy?” Mark asked as he sat on your bed, sorting through four plastic pumpkins of candy to sort out what the boys could have and what was going to you and him once the two of you got the boys bathed and in bed for the night.

“Eat it all.” You said as you looked over at him from the travel book you were skimming through. “I think we can do it, don’t you?”

“I think we can manage that.” You nodded your head, and went back to looking at your book until he set a stack of papers on your page.

“You know, I would love nothing more than to come home to you and your boys every day. To make you breakfast every morning and be the one tuck those little terrors in with you at night…”

“You mean tuck them in for me.” You said as you looked at the papers in your hand. “Mark, these houses are way to much…”

“Let me worry about that.” He said as he ripped open a snack size Butterfinger and held it out in front of you. “Here.”

“This isn’t a Pavlov dog, situation here.” You giggled before you ate the candy bar. “You are not paying a million dollars for a house.”

“Look at this one, my love.” He said as he pulled one of the papers out and set it on top while opening a small Snickers bar with his other hand. “Six bedrooms, gorgeous atrium.”

“We don’t need six bedrooms…”

“This one has five bedrooms…”

“It’s barely above a thousand feet. Too small.” You mumbled around your Snickers as you tossed the paper aside.

“This one…”

“No.”

“How about…”

“No, that tile is hideous.”

“Kitten, I can put in new tile.”

“No, because we’re just fine… wait, this is by Emma.” Mark nodded as he handed you another candy bar.

“It is. Ben brought me the paper tonight. His sister is the realtor on it and I may have already emailed her to get us an appointment…”

“Mark, this is a million dollar house.” You said as you turned the paper over to look at the details. “It’s gorgeous but I can’t afford to spend this kind of money…”

“I can.” He said as he pulled the other papers out of your hand except the one you liked. “(Y/N), I want you to understand something. I am in this. I want you and those boys in my life forever. And yes, I’m quite aware that proposing now is not what is best for us at this moment, that’s not what I’m doing here. I’m asking you to let me be able to come home to you after work every day. I’m asking you to let me help you raise the four boys that make me a better person every day. And I’m asking you to let me love my family, because that is what you five have become to me. Kitten, let us be a family, please.”

“Buy the house.” Your dad whisper yelled above your head from the stairs. “Get out of my basement.”

“Go to bed!” You hissed back as you flipped the paper back over in your hand to look at the photos of the five bedroom, five bath home. “Mind your business.”

“My basement is my business!” He hissed back as he smiled at your boyfriend. “Don’t worry, son. I got your back.”

“Dad! Go upstairs before I go get Mom!” You barked in Italian as you you tilted your head back to look up at him. “Go to bed, and stop eavesdropping though the baby monitor.”

“Move out of my house so I don’t have to hear your conversations through the baby monitor.” He countered before he hurried out the door so you wouldn’t get up to find your mother.

“Here, love. You love Milky Ways…”

“You are not helping here!” You giggled as you took the candy from him. “I’ll think about it, OK?”

“OK, well you can think about it tomorrow when we go see the house at noon. Chocolate?”

“Quit bribing me with chocolate!” You scowled at him for a moment before you reached out and snatched the candy from his hand. “Shut up.” He chuckled as you leaned over and kissed his cheek before popping the chocolate in your mouth and leaning against his side with a sigh. “Fine, we’ll go look at the house.”

“Thank you, my love.”

——

“This house is way to big.” You sighed as you stood in your new grey and white kitchen, that felt like it had more space than you could ever want or need, with a box of the boys dishes on your hip.

“It’s a family home, kitten.” Mark said as he pulled the box from your hands so you would keep working. “One to grow in which is exactly what our family needs.”

“Yea, but there’s so much room.”

“So we have more kids.” He huffed as he headed outside into the snow to get more boxes from your van so you’d be all moved in before Christmas in a few weeks. “Simple as that.”

“What, you looking to have a whole zoo?”

“Just a basketball team.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you grabbed a box of your clothes next.

“Yea, you are out of your mind if you think I’m signing up for another round of quadruplets.”

“So what, you’re all done having kids?”

“No idea. Maybe one day when the boys are older and a little less monster like. I don’t know, I love being a mother and I would never say no to doing it again, just not now.”

“I could get on board with that.” He said with a nod as he dropped his box on his bed (and your mattress because you both agreed it was way more comfortable than his). “Are you always going to have multiples?”

“It’s a crap shot.” You said as you headed down the stairs. “Could be one, could be four, could be seven. I don’t really have a set schedule or a direct connection with my ovaries to tell them we only want one or two more, you know?”

“OK, valid point.” Mark chuckled as he handed you a lighter clothes box. “But let the record show, I wouldn’t mind doing four again.”

“Let the record show that I would greatly mind doing four again. My ass looked like a Goodyear blimp for months.”

“I bet it looked fantastic.” 

“OK you keep your pregnant girlfriend fantasies in your pants for now, you hear me?”

“Oh no.” He cooed as he he wrapped his arms around your waist before you could walk out of Theo and Thomas’ room. “Now I’m gunna have that image in my mind for months.”

“And that’s where it is gunna stay for at least another year.”

“Oh, so I’ve got you down to a year now.”

“Mark!” You screeched as you pushed him away from you to finish unpacking. “Unpack your current kids shit before you start planning on adding more shit to it.” You headed down stairs, grabbed the next box, and headed back upstairs before you realized that you had left your boyfriend in the hallway.

“My kids?” He asked as he looked up from the wood floor to find your eyes. You paused with a furrowed brow and nodded slowly.

“You’re the only father figure they have ever known and you’ve been there for them… for us, nearly every day for the past what, almost a year, without batting an eye, no matter how much I tried to scare you off. Of course they are your kids, too.”

“(Y/N), do not put that idea in my head if you ever plan on taking those boys…”

“Mark, I wouldn’t have agreed to buying a house with you if I ever planned on taking them away from you. And at the same time, I wouldn’t be able to take you from them at the end of the day because you are their world. You may not be a biological father, but you are their father.” He nodded his head and tears welled in his eyes as he reached out to hold the banister and scrubbed at his eyes.

“OK.” He choked with a sniffle and a nod. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me.” You giggled as you passed him the box in your arms and headed back down to go get more. “You still have no idea what you’re signing up for.”

“Apparently I never will.”

“Don’t worry, neither will I!”

Part 5

#mark sheppard x reader #the difference

[holidaywishes]

it’s time to go to denmark

part two: it’s time to go to denmark...

  Summary: After telling Freddie about your pregnancy, he’s very excited to tell everyone and tries to convince you to go to Denmark to do so.

  Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed the first chapter of this series, so here’s the fluffiest part after the smuttiest thing I think I’ve ever written so I hope you enjoy all the cuddles and the love in this chapter

  Warning: fluff and fluff and more fluff

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  Freddie wrapped his strong arm around you as the two of you snuggled into one another, his hands drifting to your stomach occasionally, rubbing it softly, bringing a smile to your face.

  “What do you want to name him?” Freddie whispered in your ear and kissed the back of your neck

  “Him? You want a boy?” you laughed, a little tinge of shock to your tone, “I thought you would’ve wanted a girl to protect against all the boys out there…”

  “No, that’s exactly why I don’t want a girl,” he challenged, “I know how terrible boys can be and how terrified I’d be that my baby girl would get hurt. No, I want to have a boy so I can teach him how to treat a woman, how to be a gentleman…” His hands were still on your stomach, laying there softly as he spoke and you smiled at his words, turning around to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

  “Well aren’t you sweet” you teased and he smiled back at you, kissing your nose sweetly

  “You want a girl?” he asked and you shook your head

  “I’d be happy either way. It’ll be a little piece of you either way” you pulled him in for a kiss, moving slowly against his lips while his tongue asked for permission against yours; you parted them willingly and pulled yourself closer to his body, surprised when he pushed you onto your back. He pecked your lips quickly once more before jokingly kissing all over your face and you giggled

  “Freddie.. Freddie..” you laughed as he pecked down your neck only to stop at your stomach and lay his head down

  “Hey there little one… I know you’re not very big yet and you probably can’t understand me but I’m your daddy,” you smiled, combing your fingers through his hair as he talked to the tiny bean in your stomach, “I may not be around all the time. Because of work. But I want you to know that I love you and your mommy loves you and you have family all over the world. Daddy’s family is in Denmark, mommy’s family is here and in Vienna. You’ll get to see the entire world. Plus, there’s a lot of us, you’ll never be lonely. Aunts and uncles everywhere. Cousins all over the place. You’re gonna have so much love, little one, you won’t even miss me when I’m gone.”

  He finally finished and looked up at you, making you adjust your gaze at him, smiling simply. Freddie situated his hands on either side of you and crept his lips back to yours but when he pulled away, his eyes seemed to light up with a devilish thought.

  “Fred…” you said hesitantly

  “It’s time to go to Denmark, we should go to Denmark to tell everyone…”

  “What?”

  “We could pop over to Vienna too, tell your Oma and Opa in person”

  “Okay, Fred. Slow down. We can’t just take off to Europe right now. There’s only a little bit of the regular season left. You need to focus on that.. We’ll tell the guys okay? I’ll be plenty pregnant when the season’s done and then we can go to Denmark and Vienna…”

  “I think we should go now…”

  “I get that but we can’t”

  “Well we could”

  “No, Freddie, we can’t” you laughed, trying to get your boyfriend to understand

  “Fine but you have to promise that we’ll go as soon as the season is over.”

  “I promise.”

  “We tell the guys tomorrow?”

  “Okay”

  “Who do you want to tell first? I vote Mo”

  “You’re like a child right now. Yes, we can tell Mo first if you want.”

  “I’m excited!”

  “I know! It’s exciting,” you giggled, “but I’m also kind of tired babe.” Freddie kissed your forehead and told you to get some rest but that he was too awake to sleep, so he headed out to the living room to watch T.V. or play some video games. When he still hadn’t come back to bed after a few hours, you wandered out to see what he was doing; finding him nodding off to sleep while playing Fortnite and you rolled your eyes as you walked over to him.

  “Baby, come back to bed…” you swept your hands over his chest, kissing his neck to wake him up

  “No, no, I’m not finished the game..” he tried and you laughed

  “But I miss you. I need your arms around me to fall asleep…” you whispered in his ear, wrapping your arms tighter around him and he got up almost immediately, meeting you around the back of the couch and carrying you back to the bed

  “Let’s go then…” you squealed as he threw you easily over his shoulder, practically throwing you on the bed once you were back in the bedroom, you let your fingers trace his jawline as his tall frame towered over you, “I love you, smuk.”

  “Me too, meine liebe.”

  You woke up the next morning and heard Freddie rummaging through the bathroom

  “What are you doing?” you called out

  “I’m trying to make sure I have everything. I have to go to practice,” he popped his head to find you still laying under the covers, “and you’re coming with me…”

  “Wait,” you jumped up, “who said I was coming with you?”

  “We’re telling the guys remember?”

  “You said you wanted to tell Mo first…”

  “Yeah and then I thought about it… It’s probably easier to tell everyone together…” You bared your teeth, unsure of how comfortable you were with not having the conversation one on one, “what’s wrong?”

  “What if they… aren’t happy about it?”

  “Why wouldn’t they be?”

  “I don’t know. People are weird…” He curled his arms around your waist and leaned down to rest his forehead on yours, telling you there was nothing to worry about. Sure enough, when you got to the rink and Freddie gathered the guys up before putting his gear on, the news came out easily and the guys were ecstatic.

  “Congrats guys!” Auston was the first to say something, followed shortly by Mitch and Patrick. You were surprised that Mo hadn’t come forward right away to give you a hug, you had been closest with him when you and Freddie started dating.

  “(Y/N),” Mo finally said, pulling you aside, “are you happy about this?”

  “What? Of course I am Mo…” you chuckled, “why are you being weird?”

  “I’m not. I just want to make sure the big guy isn’t pressuring you.” You gave him a quick scowl before laughing again

  “Freddie wouldn’t know how to pressure me if he tried…”

  “Alright. Well then I guess congratulations are in order!”

  “Thank you, Mo” you said, pushing him playfully and Freddie came behind you, snaking his arms around your waist

  “What’s going on here? Mo giving you a hard time?” Freddie pressed sarcastically

  “Nothing I can’t handle” you leaned back into Freddie, pushing yourself up to kiss his lips, earning a disgusted look from the boys in the locker room

  “Get a room…” Zach shouted

  “Well, we kind of need our goalie right now, so… don’t get a room” Mitch joked, making you roll your eyes and Freddie pretend to take you and leave.

  “Okay okay, relax, I’ll go find the girls and tell them the good news” you pulled away from Freddie but kissed him quickly on the cheek as you darted out of the room.

  “How far along are you?!” Christina asked, excitement coating every word

  “Uhm, a couple weeks I guess? I haven’t had an ultrasound yet, just took the test last night…”

  “Oh that’s so exciting! Is Freddie excited?!” Steph asked

  “The most excited I’ve ever seen him” you giggled

  “Have you told your parents?” Lucy asked

  “Not yet, we will soon. Freddie kind of wants to tell them in person but, with his family in Denmark, I’d be pretty far along by the time we got to see them.. So, we’ll have to tell my parents first I guess”

  “At least you have some support here right?” Steph questioned

  “Absolutely! Yeah, we’ll be fine. I’m just not so sure my dad is going to love the whole ‘baby out of wedlock,’ thing. He’s very pro-kids-after-marriage. You know very conservative -- It’s an Austrian thing…” You joked and the girls laughed. You hadn’t realized how nervous you were about telling your dad, you knew your mom was going to be fine with it, she’d been asking for grand-kids from the second you met Freddie, but your dad was as conservative as they came. Everything had to have an order. Date for at least a year before living together, live together before getting married, be married for at least two years before you have kids and then the rest would figure itself out. He loved you and he adored Freddie, the two of them would talk about Hockey and Football (European not American) for hours while grilling steak -- you and your mom always laughed because you said it seemed like they were trying to out dude each other. The more you started to think about it, the more you thought maybe your dad would change his mind about Freddie; he’d suddenly become the irresponsible Dane who got his baby girl pregnant.

  “(Y/N)..?” Christina called to you as you suddenly jumped up and out of your seat

  “Morning sickness?” you heard Lucy question as you got to the bottom of the steps. You rushed into the bathroom and curled over the toilet. Well, this is a lot more violent than a hangover, you thought to yourself, shaking your head.

  “(Y/N)..? You okay love?” Christina said quietly as she stepped into the bathroom, you opened up the stall door and waved your hand

  “I’m in here..”

  “It gets.. better, well, easier to deal with anyway… the sickness..”

  “It’s not just in the morning? The movies have been lying to me?” you laughed faintly and she nodded her head sympathetically, handing you a can of ginger ale she must have grabbed from a vending machine.

  “You’re pregnant! Yay!...” she said in a hushed tone, laughing as she raised her arms up halfway

  “I have to ask you a question and I need you to be 100% honest with me okay?” you focused your stare on her and she took a gulp but agreed by nodding her head, “do you think I’ll be a good mom?” Christina’s eyes softened on you, as if she was expecting something much worse and was planning her escape from it

  “Oh, sweetie! Of course you will” she cooed

  “How do you know?” you challenged, still hugging the toilet

  “Because,” she said, wiping the hair from your forehead, “you’re worried you’re not going to be.” You gave her a quizzical stare but you knew what she meant. You wouldn’t ask if you weren’t worried about screwing up your kid and you wouldn’t be a good mom if you didn’t think you’d screw up your kid. It was a weird dynamic but your sister had gone through the same thing when she was pregnant, so you knew the conversation well.

  “Thank you, Chris..” you stared up at her, thankful it was her who came to rescue you.

  “Anytime, little one” she laughed, helping you up and guiding you out to the sink. As the two of you walked out of the bathroom and back to the girls, Christina couldn’t help but ask one last question.

  “Do you think you’ll get married before the baby comes?” she nudged you slightly and you rolled your eyes

  “I don’t know. I don’t think so…” you weren’t going to lie, you thought about it. For like a second. Right after you saw the positive on the first pregnancy test. But you didn’t want the proposal to feel like some kind of arrangement or the wedding to feel like a shotgun wedding. You loved Freddie and you’d say yes in a heartbeat if he asked you to marry him but you didn’t see him proposing to you before your baby was born.

  “Well, maybe he’ll surprise you…”

  “Maybe..” you smiled and looked over at Freddie who was looking for you where the other girls sat. When you waved at him, he lifted his helmet to smile at you and your cheeks went pink and you could only think one thing to yourself

  God, I love that boy.

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Christmas Eve

Pairing - Dean x Reader, Sam, ofcs family.

Word Count - 1.9k

Warnings - Swearing, Dean being a cutie, Christmas chaos.

Summary - Going home for Christmas was always interesting with a big family, taking Dean with you was sure to make it different. 

A/N - Requested by the lovely @sweetlittlespine I’ve tweaked your request a little bit but I hope you enjoy x 

“No, we’ll be okay you have enough people to feed.”

“Y/N, you’re not seriously missing Christmas for the first time in over 30 years?” You heard your Mother stop moving around the kitchen down the phone.

“Well, I don’t really want to travel alone -”

“Bring Dean, we haven’t met him yet, problem solved.”

“That means his brother will be alone on Christmas and I can’t do that to Sam.”

“So bring him too, It’s not like we don’t have enough food or space.” She was almost begging now.

“You really want to feed over twenty people on Christmas day?”

“Yes I do and I want you sat at the table with the mysterious Winchesters, who I am dying to meet.”

“Fine,”

“Yes?”

“Yes! We’ll be there.”

“Call me when you’re leaving so I can move the kids around and give you two rooms.”

“I will, love you.”

“Love you too.”

Dean walked into the library two mugs of coffee in his hands. “Who was that?”

Taking one of the mugs dropping your phone to the table you silently prepared yourself for his reaction. The Winchesters didn’t do Christmas, last year they’d stayed at the bunker while you went home to your insane large family. “Erm it was my Mom, she’s asked us to go to theirs for Christmas, Sam too and I’ve said yes.”

“You’ve what?” He asked sitting down next to you.

“Sorry, I should have asked but I could hear her getting upset and so I just said yes.”

“Seriously?”

“It’s one year, you can give me that right?”

“Okay, yeah okay.” He nodded slowly, bringing the mug to his lips he sat bolt upright, eyes wide. “Fuck!”

“What? What is it?”

“I’m going to meet your Mom and Dad.”

“Yeah…”

“Oh for fuck sake.”

“What’s so wrong with meeting them? You charm everyone you meet, they’ll love you.”

“What the hell are you shouting about?” Sam asked walking into the library.

“Oh, well we’re going to my parent’s house for Christmas, you’re coming too, well if you want to.”

“Yeah, are you sure there’s enough room you have what 7 siblings?”

“There’s plenty she’ll lump the younger ones in together so we can have a room each.”

“As long as she’s happy with it, yeah, so what’s up with him?” Sam nodded towards his brother who was still frozen.

“He’s just realised he’ll be meeting my family.”

“Oh, what’s the big issue?”

“Her Dad punched her ex-boyfriend in the face.”

“I forgot about that, Daniel was an asshole who cheated on me, you have nothing to worry about.” Kissing his cheek you got up heading off to your room to start packing.

-

“Dean seriously calm down, you’re going to be fine.” Taking Dean’s hand you stood next to him on the porch freezing your ass off waiting for someone to answer the door, the volume of noise beyond it telling you, you were in for yet another loud Christmas.

The door opened Millie stood looking up at you. “Y/N!” She squealed, jumping up you caught her as she continued to reach a pitch that made your eye twitch.

“Yes, I’m home oh my God stop making that noise!”

“Mom!” She screamed down your ear.

“Oh for -” Dropping her to her feet she ran off into the house. “And it begins, welcome to the madhouse.” Taking a step inside you were nearly knocked off your feet by the twins Alex and Tom as the ten-year-olds chased each other. “Hey watch it.”

“Y/N!” They spun facing you immediately jumping on you, sending you tumbling to the floor. “Y/N’s home!” Alex shouted.

More footsteps and two more on the pile on you were tapping out, your Dad peeling kids off you.

“Get off your sister, she hasn’t even walked in the door and you’re on her!” He pulled Alex and Tom off you, holding his hand out you took it he helped you to your feet. “Welcome home, darling.” He gave you a hug, his attention moving to the open door and the two Winchesters stood outside. “Come in boys.” He waved over your shoulder letting you go.

Both boys shuffled into the house knocking snow off their shoes onto the mat.

“Dad this is Sam and this is Dean, my boyfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sir.” Dean stepped forwards extending his hand.

“You too son, you looking after her?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Sam took a step forwards shaking your Dad’s hand as he let go of you.

“Dean.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Stop calling me sir, it’s Paul.”

“Paul.” Dean nodded.

“So do you boys want a drink? Beer? Whiskey?”

“Whiskey please.” Dean smiled at your Father his arm slipping around your waist.

With a nod, he walked off towards the kitchen.

Turning to face Dean you tried not to laugh. “See told you, he likes you.”

-

“So, Y/N hasn’t told us what you two do.” Your Mom smiled at the boys as you all sat in the lounge.

It wasn’t a lie you had never told your Mother what your boyfriend did as a day job, there wasn’t really a plausible explanation, how do you tell your Mother your boyfriend hunts monsters without sounding insane.

“We help people, we travel a lot.”

“That’s pretty vague.” Your Father looked him up and down.

“It’s all I can really tell you.” Dean smiled trying to avoid the question.

“So when can we visit you guys, I can’t wait to see your house?” Your Mom asked with a smile.

“Erm, whenever you want.” Dean glanced at Sam. “It’s pretty unique.”

“Well have to make a trip in the New year to see you, won’t we Paul.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He smiled at you.

“Right who wants another drink?” Standing up your Mom held her hand out for your wine glass as everyone answered with a “me”.

“I’ll help you, Sandra.” Sam stood up grabbing Dean’s glass.

“When you get married can I be a bridesmaid?” Millie looked up at you with a grin on her face.

“What?” You looked at her wide-eyed, Dean chuckled next to you.

“If we ever get married you can be a bridesmaid.” Dean’s answer made your heart skip a beat, sure you’d talked about getting married but never properly it was always in passing or just mentioned.

“Yay!” Millie squealed jumping up hugging you.

“What’d I miss?” Your mom returned with 2 full glasses of wine shortly followed by Sam and 3 glasses of whiskey.

“I’m going to be a bridesmaid!”

Your Mother’s eyes growing wide as she handed you the glass. “Are you engaged? Where’s the ring? Oh my God.”

“No ring, no proposal, not engaged, Millie asked if we get married can she be a bridesmaid that’s all.” You quickly tried to defuse the situation before it turned into a wedding planning session.

“Oh, oh, well that would be lovely wouldn’t it, Millie it’s past your bedtime, come on let’s get you up to bed before Santa comes tonight.” Putting her wine glass on the table she held her hand out for her to take. “You too boys come on off to bed.” She rounded up the kids leaving you with the Winchesters, your Dad and two eldest siblings.

Spending time with your family like this was a rarity so you were going to cherish it whenever you could. Talking and drinking for a few hours your brothers had tapped out at around 10pm leaving your parents and the boys. Your Mom and Dad were genuinely interested in them asking countless questions about their lives and childhood, not all of it happy.

“Alright, I’m calling it a night.” Your Mom stood up swaying slightly. “Paul?”

“Yep I’m coming up now if you guys staying are down here just make sure you’re not down here in the morning? I don’t need Millie finding your drunk asses down here.”

“We’re coming up now, Sam I’ll show you your room.”

“Paul, do you want a hand locking up?” Dean asked your Dad.

“Sure son.”

Dean tried to hide the smile on his face but failed, showing how happy he was to be accepted with a grin.

You got Sam settled in your brother’s room it was the only room with a bed big enough to house the giant for the night.

Dean was doing lord knows what with your Dad downstairs, it was nearly midnight when he walked into your room.

“Where have you been?”

“Helping your Dad.”

“Locking up doesn’t take half an hour, were you two secret drinking?”

“What? No.”

“Sure.” Watching him walk across the room to his bag he stripped off his jeans and shirt, pulling a grey t-shirt out he pulled it on before crawling into bed next to you, pausing he dropped his phone onto the bedside table. “You smell like whiskey.” Nuzzling against his chest his arms wrapped around you.

“Cause I’ve been drinking it.”

“I know, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“You know if we don’t get married Millie’s going to be pissed, be prepared for a six-year-old to beat you up.”

“I’ll prepare myself.” Dean chuckled.

“I’m sure you’ll have a while to prepare yourself.”

“What does that mean? Do you not want to get married?” Dean pulled away slightly as he looked down at you.

“Well I do, I really do but I mean is it really an option for us? We’re hunters how many hunters do you know who are happily married?”

“Bobby was, my Mom and Dad were -”

“Dean they both ended tragically.”

“But they loved each other so much when they were alive, we can have that, I love you so much.”

“You want to get married huh?”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” Dean smiled down at you.

Glancing over Dean’s shoulder you looked at the alarm clock, only a few minutes left of Christmas Eve. “It’s nearly Christmas day.”

“Close your eyes,” Dean whispered kissing your forehead.

“What?”

“Close your eyes I have a surprise for you.”

“Dean all your presents are downstairs I don’t have anything to give you.”

“It’s fine, I don’t want anything other than for you to close your eyes.”

“This best be good.” Closing your eyes Dean left you on the bed.

“I think you’ll like it.” You could hear that he was smiling. “Okay sit up but keep your eyes closed.”

“What the hell is it?”

“Just keep your eyes closed.” You could hear him rolling his eyes, something dropped to the floor. “Open your eyes, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, you are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, when you crashed through the front door of that house in Ohio I knew I was done for, you’re beautiful, strong, funny, beautiful, you’re so beautiful and I have no idea why you put up with me but you do and I’m so thankful that you do, you’re the reason I wake up every day, so I can wake up next to you and know I’m not alone in this, that I have you, Y/N will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Squealing you threw yourself off the bed towards him. “God yes!”

“Yes?” His fingertips tucked hair behind your ear as you straddled his lap. “You said yes?”

“Yes, yes I’ll marry you, God yes.” Leaning down kissing him his hand slipped down cupping your cheek before pulling away. “The ring.”

“What?”

“Do you like your ring?” He asked, in the heat of the moment you hadn’t even looked at the ring. “If you don’t like it we can get something you like.” He held the small velvet box towards you a beautiful silver diamond ring sparkled up at you.

“I love it, oh Dean it’s perfect, you’re perfect.”

“Happy Christmas baby.”

“Happy Christmas.”

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What A Nice Surprise CH.3

Yay, Jazz is finally here! Can you believe that I initially started writing WaNS because I wanted Jazz to meet Danny in this AU, and then it took 10.000 words for it to actually happen. Yikes.

(First Chapter - Previous Chapter - Next Chapter) (AO3 - FFnet)

Danny rushed through his breakfast. He had been planning on leaving the house early and then waiting a bit before dropping back in as Phantom. Just to make sure no one would connect the two, even if he had been seen hanging out with himself before. Better safe than sorry and all that.

But, unfortunately, he had slept in a little longer than intended. It wasn’t entirely his fault; there had been a couple of ghosts during the night that he had had to fight – including Technus, who put up an actual fight.

Sometimes Danny wished that he knew enough about technology to hack Technus’ robots. Or that Tucker was there, so he could do it for him.

It was just wistful thinking, however. Danny had no time to learn hacking. And he definitely wouldn’t endanger Tucker – or Sam – by dragging them into his fights.

With his breakfast done, Danny chucked his dishes in the sink and shouted a goodbye to his parents down in the lab. Their echoing voices called back, and he ran out of the door. He would’ve turned into the alley next to the house, but a little more time between him leaving and Phantom appearing would probably be good.

So he walked down a few streets. Moved closer to Amity’s park before ducking into an alley. Shifting to Phantom was as exhilarating as always – the feeling of cold energy crackling down his skin, through him.

Then he zipped off. Back towards his house, although the journey was far quicker now. The advantages of flying at high speeds, he supposed.

He made sure to go invisible before he got back. It was a bit of a habit – making sure that no one connected Phantom to the Fentons. Even if they did have a truce now.

The doorbell rang. Loud footsteps could be heard almost immediately, and Danny smiled despite himself. As much as his dad annoyed him sometimes, he couldn’t help but love the man.

“Phantom?” his dad asked, already stepping aside to let him come in. “Mads and I were just in the lab. Want to join us?”

Behind him, the door clicked closed. Danny dropped his invisibility, shooting his dad a smile. “Sure. Lead the way.”

Jack nodded, walking past him to the kitchen. Danny knew where the lab was, of course, but Phantom didn’t. Sometimes it was a little concerning how natural it came to him, pretending to be someone he wasn’t. Someone else.

But then he remembered how often it had almost gone wrong. The times he almost endangered himself or other people. All the work he had put into making it come natural.

His dad entered the lab, and Danny floated in right behind him. His mom looked up, her face brightening when she saw him. “Hey Phantom. Came to get the Thermos?”

“Yeah,” he said, hovering closer. “But I’m in no rush, so if you want you could continue your ghost studies.”

She nodded, leaning over her worktable. When she turned back to him, she chucked something at him.

He caught it by reflex. Looking down, he saw it was a new Fenton Thermos – shiny steel and green accents just like the last one. It was impeccable, smooth metal with a white lid. The only thing that differentiated it from the last one was the metal ring attached to the cap.

“I added a loop so you could attach it to your belt,” his mom explained, seeing his confusion. “Unless you prefer to sling it over your back?”

“No, uh. This is fine.” He bent down to hang it off of his belt as she suggested. “I didn’t like the back strap a lot anyway – too much risk of it getting crushed if I get slammed into a building or the floor.”

“Good thinking, kid.” His dad sat down next to Maddie, still with a smile on his face.

“Thanks.” He grinned back. Somehow he never got over this – over getting complimented as Phantom. Especially by his parents, by the people who had been Phantom’s biggest opponents for years.

It was a little bitter-sweet perhaps. And maybe, maybe, he shouldn’t have forgiven them so quickly. But they were his parents. They would always be his parents, even if they don’t know. He can’t hate them. That’s just… not the kind of person he was.

“So, uh.” He gestured to the lab as a whole. “Ghost studies? What are you interested in learning about today?”

“Would you be opposed to examinations?” His mom folded her hands together, looking pensive. Her goggles were pulled up – a rare sight in the lab. “There is much we could learn from how ghosts function on a physical level.”

Danny grimaced. He didn’t think he could count the amount of times he had feared dissection – at his parents’ hands, mostly. “I, um.”

“Nothing serious!” she assured him. “We will explain everything we’re doing, so you’ll know what’s happening. And you’ll be allowed to tell us to stop any time.”

“It’ll be like a medical checkup,” his dad added. “If we know what is normal for ghosts, for you, we’ll be able to use that later. If we don’t know what your normal body temperature is, we won’t know if you have a fever. If we don’t know what your pulse is, we won’t know if it’s dropping. That kinda stuff.”

That… made a lot of sense. “And I’ll be able to quit whenever I want?”

“Of course sweetie. And anything you’re uncomfortable with, you tell us and we won’t do it.” Her violet eyes were warm, loving. The kind of look he associated with Fenton, not Phantom. He barely repressed the urge to check if he was still in ghost form, even though he knew he was.

“Alright,” he said. Then, more strongly, he repeated, “Alright.”

He wrung his hands together, then squared his shoulders. “What’s first, then?”

“Let’s start with body temperatures,” his dad suggested, digging a thermometer out of a box. “Normally we would try and measure the temperature of your core as well, but I can’t think of a way to do that without, well…”

Danny snorted. “I get it, I get it.” He took the thermometer from his dad, looking it over. “D’you think it would work if I turned it intangible? I could try phasing it part-way through my chest so you can measure my core?”

“It’s worth a shot.” His mom pulled a notebook closer to her, clicking her pen. “Try measuring your temperature normally first, and then you can try repeating that with the thermometer intangible. If that matches your normal temp, you can try using it on your core as well.”

“Sounds good.” Danny twirled the thermometer around, then stuck it in his mouth. He had to admit that he was a little curious. He knew some of the very basics of how his ghost form worked – but only the things he had to know. How blood and ectoplasm measured up against each other, how ectoplasm was visible in his blood but blood wasn’t visible in his ectoplasm. More mundane things, like his body temperature, he had never checked.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Danny couldn’t talk with the thermometer in his mouth, and his parents didn’t seem to be bothered by the resulting quiet. Maybe they just enjoyed the moment of peace that they had achieved. A ghost and two ghost hunters, sitting around. Like a family.

Which they were, but, well. The other two didn’t know that.

Finally his mom gestured for the thermometer. Danny pulled it out of his mouth and handed it over without comment. He simply leaned forwards, elbow resting on his knee, and asked, “And, what’s the prognosis? Am I gonna die?”

She snorted, shaking her head at him. “Might be too late for that, Phantom. Although your body temperature is fairly high for a ghost. Still nowhere close to a human, though.”

Danny nodded. He had figured as much. Ghosts felt cold to him when he touched them, and humans felt warm. It was to be expected that he was somewhere in the middle, then.

His dad pulled out some other equipment. The stethoscope, Danny recognized. He wasn’t sure what the other machine was for, though. He frowned.

“This is used to measure your heartbeat,” his dad explained, apparently catching the cause of his confusion. “It might pinch a little – it’ll inflate to put pressure around your arm. Do you want to start with this, or with your breathing?”

He shrugged. “Might as well start with the pulse thing, right?”

Kneeling, his dad started fastening the armband around Danny’s upper arm. “We’ll measure it twice, if that’s okay with you. Once now, and then again after a few physical tests. See if your heartbeat gets elevated, and if it does, what your normal max is.”

“Sounds good to me.” The machine hummed as the band started to inflate. Like his dad had said, it felt a little uncomfortable, a little too tight. But it was alright. And knowing what it was supposed to do, the purpose behind it, made it feel less like a trapping and more like… well, like the machine it actually was.

After a few minutes the armband deflated again. “Well kid, if you were a human I’d be worried.” But his dad said it with a smile, so Danny wasn’t too concerned. Besides, he already knew his heartbeat was slow, even in human form.

“Good thing I’m not, huh?” He phased the armband off and handed it back to his dad. “Breathing first, or exercises?”

“Let’s do breathing first,” his mom suggested, looking over the notes Jack had taken. “If you’re okay with it, we can test your abilities for the exercises.”

He hummed an affirmative and started to unzip his jumpsuit. It felt a little weird to sit around his parents bare-chested, but, well. They had seen him naked plenty of times, hadn’t they?

His dad kneeled in front of him with the stethoscope. Danny had to repress a shiver when his dad gently put the thing to his chest – the metal was cold even on the skin of his ghost form.

A couple of breathing exercises later, Jack stepped away again and Danny gratefully pulled his jumpsuit closed. It hadn’t been anything spectacular – take a deep breath, now huff it out again – but it was a bit of a hassle.

It might come in handy later, he knew. But for the moment he was mostly doing it to placate his parents.

“Let’s do weight next,” his mom said, snapping Danny out of his thoughts again.

“Weight?” he repeated, frowning at her. “What do you need to know that for?”

“Curiosity, mostly.” His dad shrugged at him, still smiling. “Your structure is a lot more complicated, a lot more human, than most ghosts. We want to see how that impacts your weight.”

A scale was dragged out of one of the many boxes in the lab. Internally, Danny marveled at all the stuff his parents owned that he never knew about. Why did they even own some of these things? A heartbeat monitor couldn’t be normal equipment for people specializing in researching ghosts, right?

Obediently, he stepped on the scale. Made sure to tamper down his ghost powers as much as possible without shifting back. Floating, after all, came naturally to him in ghost form.

“Interesting.” His mom noted down the weight. Danny had to repress the urge to lean over and see what she wrote down. So sue him for being curious! He was the kid of scientists, after all. “Heavier than most ghosts, but not by as much as I expected. Ectoplasm is ectoplasm, I suppose.”

Danny shrugged. “I guess so? I never really looked into it.”

Now his dad stepped forward again, a measuring tape in his hands. Frowning, Danny turned to him. “And measuring my height is good for what, exactly?”

“You look like you’ve grown since you started protecting Amity Park, but we have no real way to prove this.” His dad held up the tape, as if presenting it. “But if we measure you now, and then try it again later, that might do it. If you get taller, that’ll be official proof that you do grow.”

“Oh, I see.” He cocked his head towards the nearest wall. “Want me to stand against that to make sure I stand straight?”

“Good idea, kid.” His dad followed him to the wall, and Danny pressed himself against it. Made sure to flatten himself completely – and made sure not to stand on his toes. He would’ve worried about his parents connecting his two forms because they just happen to be the same height, but his parents haven’t measured Danny’s height in forever. And with his teenage growth spurt (his unfortunately very slow growth spurt) he no longer matched that, anyway.

“5’7,” Jack concluded with a nod. “A good height for a teenager, but with room for more growth.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for.” Danny shot him a grin, leaving his parents to conclude if it was a joke or not. He already knew that he grew – his ghost form continued to match his human one, and he had kept a fearful eye on his height. He hadn’t been able to repress his fears that he might be too ghostly to grow – stuck the same way forever.

Thankfully this hadn’t been the case – and he was not doomed to be a teenager forever. Or the shortest one in his friend group.

Well, he hoped he was still gonna catch up on Sam and Tucker. Sam, at least, he could surely surpass. His dad was enormous – Danny couldn’t imagine being short for the rest of his life with genes like that.

“So, uh. Powers?” he asked, realizing that things had gone quiet.

His mom nodded, flipping to a new page in the notebook. “Well, we would like to record all of your powers, of course. If we know how many you have now, and how good they are, we could look into a training regime to help improve them.”

Wow. It was like Vlad, except less “let me kill your dad”. And less knowledge about ghosts, but that was something that Danny was more than happy to give up on in return for the “no killing” thing.

“Sounds good to me. But I can’t show you everything. Some things, like enhanced healing, I can’t really demonstrate.”

“Of course kiddo.” His dad pulled out another box, revealing a bunch of weights. “But we’ll start with the more mundane things, so we can count them as exercises.”

Danny floated closer, then landed on the floor next to his dad. “Let me guess. We’re starting with my physical strength?”

He grabbed one of the weights out of the box. It didn’t feel very heavy. “So am I just supposed to hold as many of these as possible?”

“Yup.” His dad grabbed a weight in each hand, then handed one over to Danny. “I’ll pile them on for you, you just have to hang on to them.”

Nodding, he took the two weights from his dad. After a moment of thought, he curled his arms against his chest, forming a pit of sorts he could stack them in. “Load me up!”

With a laugh, his dad did exactly that. He started stacking them on two at a time, occasionally glancing at Danny to make sure it wasn’t too heavy.

They kept that up for a while before Danny’s knees buckled and he almost crushed his dad under the weights. The final weight was noted down, despite Danny swearing up and down that he has carried more than that before.

“We’ll try again after getting your elevated pulse,” his mom soothed as his dad pulled out the stethoscope and monitor again. “It’s possible that you can carry more while you’re flying. After all, flying depends on the low-gravity properties of ectoplasm, which might make it easier to carry heavy weights.”

“Yeah.” The armband was fastened around his arm again. “That makes sense.”

So, as it turned out, his elevated heartbeat matched his human one. It made him a little curious to see what it would be in his human form. Maybe he would swipe the monitor at a later moment to test it himself. Like his parents had said, it could be useful to know!

And maybe he was a little curious. Maybe.

Per his insistence, they went back to measuring his strength. And, as his mom had suggested, he was able to carry more while flying. That, especially, was a good thing to know. Knowing that he could lift more while airborne would help him keep people safe, after all.

Testing his enhanced senses was a lot easier. While his range of vision and hearing were the same as a human’s, they were more sensitive. He could see further, had almost impeccable night vision (while in ghost form at least), and he could hear noises from much farther away. Taste and scent were, thankfully, equal to when he was human. He couldn’t imagine those being of much use, anyway.

After that, testing his enhanced reflexes was a logical choice. His parents would throw objects at him, often without warning. Although they did switch to bits of trash or other disposable objects after Danny destroyed the first few things by reflex.

So sue him, usually if things flew at him while he was Phantom they were meant to hurt him! The few times he had caught the weapons, they had always been turned against him. 9 out of 10 times they would turn out to be explosives, or otherwise traps.

Thankfully he hadn’t hit his parents – or anything besides the stuff they threw at him. More training might be a good thing after all, if only to make it so that he wasn’t so quick to lash out.

Wow, it was almost like he always used his ghost form to fight ghosts. If only he had more people in the know, he could spend more time as Phantom without fighting. There was, after all, a limit to how much time he could spend in the Zone with his allies. Sooner or later his parents would start missing him.

Maybe he would have to start visiting more often as Phantom. That might be… nice.

“We have no way to test your enhanced healing, so I think it’s time to move on to your regular ghost powers. Don’t you agree, Phantom?”

Danny snapped out of his thoughts, locking eyes with his dad. “Um. Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Starting with the three main ghost powers?”

“Yes. Let’s start with intangibility, please?” His mom clicked the pen in her hand, ready to take notes.

“Uh, right.” Turning himself intangible, Danny flew out of the lab and back in through the walls. Then he dove through a few tables for good measure. “And as you know, I can turn objects or people intangible as well. But last time Jack said that it felt weird, so I don’t usually if I can prevent it.”

His mom turned to raise a skeptical eyebrow at his dad. The man just shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. “It felt kinda tingly. Made me feel weird in the stomach.”

“Tingly?” Danny repeated, brow creased. “Yeah, I think that that describes it well. That’s how I first started identifying it as well, when I couldn’t control it well yet.”

“You couldn’t control your powers at first?” She turned back to him, looking intrigued. “I would assume that ghosts form with perfect control.”

“Nah. Not over all their powers, at least.” Danny shrugged. “I know I didn’t have good control. I couldn’t maintain powers well, and I kept accidentally using them as well. It was kind of embarrassing. And new powers are difficult as well, but that seems to be common. Most ghosts don’t gain new powers very often, but they often need guidance with them if it does happen.”

She nodded, quickly noting it down. “Would you mind using your intangibility on me as well, then? I have to admit that I’m curious what it feels like, now.”

Laughing, he flew over to her and grabbed her shoulders. “Sure. I’ll fly through the wall and then back again, okay?”

Another nod, this time of approval. Danny tapped into his intangibility again, this time letting it flow through him and over his mom. She shivered but didn’t protest.

He flew them through the wall and then immediately back again. From experience, he knew that it was weird to be fully underground while intangible. A little scary, even. There was always this fear of going tangible again while buried. It had gotten better for him – he often used the ground now to hide for ambush attacks – but his mom wouldn’t be protected by that.

“That was…” she trailed off, falling silent.

Letting go, Danny floated a little back. “We warned you that it would feel weird.”

“Yeah, you did.” She shook her head. “But let’s move on to invisibility, okay?”

“Sure.” And he blinked out of visibility instantly. Slowly, he flew some laps around the lab. While he could turn himself invisible, he could still give himself away with the wind that rushed past him.

Coming to a halt right next to his dad, Danny leaned in right next to his ear. Then, quietly so his mom wouldn’t hear, he whispered, “Don’t be scared, it’s just me.”

Then he laid his hands on his dad’s shoulders and turned the man invisible as well.

His mom started, turning in the direction where Jack had been. “Phantom?” she asked, a little wary.

“Sorry,” he said from much closer, popping back into visibility. A smirk was on his face, and a wide smile on his dad’s face. “I couldn’t resist.”

She shook her head disapprovingly, but sighed somewhat fondly. “I suppose all ghosts are pranksters, even if they aren’t malevolent, huh?”

“Might just be a teenager thing,” Jack suggested with a wink. “But it was a very interesting experience! Didn’t feel as weird as intangibility, but it was a lot different visually.”

“Yeah?” That was interesting. Danny never heard about what his powers felt like to others. The only reason why he knew about intangibility was because his dad pointed it out before – and sometimes people he saved complained that it felt weird. Invisibility he rarely shared with other people. Or never, even. “How’s that?”

“Well, for starters, seeing myself see-through was strange.” He raised his hands, wiggling the fingers. “And being able to see you while you were invisible was pretty unexpected as well.”

“Really?” His mom frowned, eyes darting between the two of them. “You could see Phantom even while he was invisible?”

“I think it makes sense,” Danny admitted with a shrug. “He was piggy-backing off of my invisibility, so it makes sense that he was immune to its effects. I can see anything I turn invisible as well – it just makes sense.”

“Yes, if you put it like that it makes perfect sense.” Maddie shook her head, pen scribbling on the paper. “But knowing that it works the same the other way around is very interesting. Flight next?”

His legs melted together in a ghostly tail. “I’ve been flying around the whole time. What else do you want to know about it?”

“How fast can you go?” his dad asked, looking interested. “Top speeds seem to differ between ghosts, but you might be one of the fastest we see in Amity Park. And it would make sense – you need to be able to catch up with enemy ghosts.”

Danny blinked. Yes, that did make sense. “I’ve… never measured it. Never thought much about it, to be honest. Do you guys have some way to measure speed?”

“We should.” His mom put the notepad down, eyes roving over some of the storage boxes. “There should be a speed gun in one of those boxes. We used it to measure the top speed of some of our inventions – like the GAV and the Specter Speeder.”

He flew over to the boxes, hovering over them. Then he turned his hand intangible and stuck it in, rummaging around. “Shaped like a gun, right?”

“Well, yeah, but you won’t find it–” his mom started to say. Then he pulled his hand back out, white gloved fingers clenched around a speed gun, “– like that. You can touch things even while intangible?”

“Uh, yeah.” He played with the gun in his hand, slowly floating back to his parents. “I can reach out with my power to kind of… ‘feel’ the objects? Like turning them intangible on touch, except I don’t actually supply enough power to do anything?”

“Clever,” his mom complimented, taking the gun from him. Then she grew serious again. “Does intangibility affect your speed?”

“Nope.” He shook his head for good measure. “But corners do, so I’ll fly through the wall.”

She aimed the gun at the wall, then nodded at him. “Ready when you are.”

Zipping through the wall, Danny forced himself to go as quickly as possible. Not just for himself, not just to prove he could do it, but to make his parents proud.

He hadn’t realized how little he saw them with pride in their eyes until now. Seeing how they looked at Phantom whenever he impressed them. It made him realize how far he had grown apart since he had become Phantom. Keeping his secret away from them, from everyone… it had caused a divide. One he hadn’t noticed until now.

Confident that he had reached his top speed, Danny dove through the wall. Wind whistled through him – not just his ears, but his entire body – and he saw little more of the lab than colorful blurs.

Once the world had gone dark again, he slowed and turned around to phase back into the lab.

Panting a little from the effort, he leaned back against the wall he had come through. “And? Any good?”

“Well, 186 miles per hour sure isn’t shabby, kid.” His dad grinned, wide and bright and proud. “That’s about 300 kilometers per hour, too.”

Danny couldn’t help his impressed whistle. “Damn, that’s even higher than I thought.”

“Language,” his mom snapped. Then her eyes widened as she realized that, once again, she had corrected him for cursing.

“Darn, that’s even higher than I thought,” Danny repeated, emphasizing the first word. He re-angled himself so his feet touched the wall, letting himself stand on the vertical surface so he wasn’t floating anymore. “Was that better?”

“How’re you doing that?” his dad asked before Maddie could say anything. “Are you standing on the wall?”

“Uh, yeah.” He walked around a little, demonstrating. Then with a shrug, stepped onto the ceiling instead. “It’s like a subset of flight. But it’s kind of useless – most ghosts prefer regular flight.”

“Fascinating.” His dad’s voice was quiet with awe. Or, well, as quiet as Jack Fenton got. “But what would make a ghost prefer this over flight?”

Danny let himself drop from the ceiling again, flipping mid-air to land on his feet. “Usually overshadowing ghosts prefer it. I think it might be because the bodies are so much heavier than the ghost is used to carrying? But I dunno. I don’t overshadow a lot, but it never bothered me.”

“But you’ve overshadowed people before?” His mom looked at him critically. Criticizing.

He grimaced. Couldn’t exactly tell them that he had overshadowed his dad before to get out of trouble with school. “A couple of times,” he ended up admitting. “But only for short moments, and usually only to drive out other ghosts. It’s either that or ecto-rays, usually, and neither are well-received.”

“No, I would imagine not.” But her eyes softened, and the corners of her lips turned up a little. “The lesser of two evils might still be seen as evil, after all.”

“Let’s not give this one a field test, then.” His dad clapped him on the shoulder, and Danny almost stumbled at the sudden contact. “I already know what it’s like to be overshadowed, and it’s not a power we should train.”

“Definite agree.” Danny lifted up a little, floating at shoulder-height with his dad. “I don’t like using it anyway.”

His mom looked over the notebook, then glanced at the clock. “Maybe we should save the rest of your powers for another time. It’s getting late, and we haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Same, to be honest.” He looked at the clock as well, surprised to see that it had been a good few hours already. “Jeez, it’s like 3 in the afternoon already. Time flies, huh?”

“We’ll make it a light lunch,” his mom decided, closing the notebook and laying it down on a desk. “If we eat too much it’ll mess with dinner.”

Then she turned to face him, a warm smile on her face. “Speaking of which, do you want to stay for dinner, Phantom?”

Danny froze. Licked his lips, uncertain. “I, uh. I sh– can’t. Gotta patrol Amity, make sure no one is causing trouble, y’know?”

She wilted a little, but nodded. “I see. Will you stay for lunch, at least?”

His stomach rumbled, answering for him. Sometimes he forgot how much energy he burned through using his ghost powers – and maintaining his ghost form in general. “Yeah, I can do that. Just can’t stay until tonight.”

Lunch was a rather familiar event. Not just for him, because this was his family, and it felt natural to sit around and eat together. But also, it seemed, for his parents. Maybe they, too, settled naturally around him because he was their son, even if they didn’t know it.

Or maybe he just ate lunch with them too often. He was pretty sure that this was the third time he had eaten with them as Phantom, despite it only being his fourth visit.

The three of them had teamed up to do the dishes. His mom washed them, his dad dried them, and then Danny floated them to the right places using his telekinesis. He had to ask for instructions a few times, pretending he didn’t know where the dishes were stored, which was a little weird. But not too weird, considering, well, everything about his life.

Besides, it was good practice! Telekinesis was still new to him, after all. And while he had enough control over it to not drop small items, moving with precision was still tricky.

He didn’t even hear the front door opening. Not until a sharp gasp came from the doorway.

The sound startled him so badly that he lost grip of his telekinesis. He lunged forward to catch the glass. Barely saved it from shattering on the floor.

“Phantom?!” his sister said, incredulous. She turned from him, lying flat on the floor with a glass in his hands, to his –  their – parents. “Why is he here?”

His mom, having just dried off her hands, took the glass from his hands. He shot her a grateful smile, pushing himself off of the floor again.

“Well, as you could see, we were doing the dishes,” he explained, with the smirk he knew frustrated his enemies. The stupid snarky smile that everyone loved or hated.

The dry look Jazz shot him back just made him grin wider. “Uh huh. And was that all you were doing?”

“He was just helping us with some research Jazzy-pants, no worries!” Jack quickly started drying the last few dishes. “Nothing he wasn’t okay with.”

She still didn’t look very convinced. “Right. And he chose to help?”

“Well, yeah.” Danny took the dried plate from his dad and put it away – this time not using his telekinesis. It was already tricky enough while he wasn’t maintaining a tough conversation. “That’s kind of the point of our truce, isn’t it? They help me, I help them?”

“Are you telling me you guys have a truce?” Jazz, eyes growing wide, looked between him and Maddie. “Since when?!”

“Couple of weeks, a month? Something like that.” Jack handed the last dish to Danny. “He dropped by heavily injured, and we helped him. After that he forgave us for hunting him, and we’ve been working on being, well, better.”

Putting the last plate away, Danny rolled his eyes. “There was nothing to forgive you for, you know? You were just doing what you thought was best.”

“Unbelievable,” Jazz said, voice quiet. “You’re all frigging unbelievable. You’re just gonna move past all the trauma, just like that?”

“Uh. Yeah?” Danny shrugged, turning to face her properly. “They didn’t do anything too bad, anyway. And they’ve been really helpful since – I wouldn’t be around anymore if it wasn’t for them.”

“Oh.” Some of the tension drained from her posture, and suddenly she looked more tired. Still, she eyed him speculatively. “You’re… different. Not how you usually are.”

“You know, I’ve noticed the same,” his mom admitted, now also eyeing him. “You act different in public.”

“Of course I do.” He sat down on a chair, gesturing for the rest to join him. Might as well sit down for the conversation, right? “Out there, I’m like a hero, right? An icon for Amity Park, a protector. So I gotta be a hero. Not just do heroic things, but I have to act like one.”

“But the snark is all you, huh?” His mom smiled at him, knowingly, as she sat down. “The constant jokes?”

“Oh, definitely. Besides, it’s got a purpose. A well-placed quip can act as a distraction, letting me take the upper hand in a fight.” He shrugged. “Gotta take every advantage I can get, y’know?”

Jazz sat down as well, taking the chair opposite of him. “Doesn’t that ever hurt, though? To put up a facade, to constantly fight for Amity and never get appreciated for it?”

“Absolutely.” He huffed out a breath. “Especially back at the start, when everyone hated me and called me Inviso-Bill instead of my name. When people framed me and ruined the reputation I worked so hard to build up.”

He shook his head. “But I couldn’t – can’t – let that get to me. Protecting Amity Park and its people is more important. Whether or not they liked me didn’t matter.”

“But why,” she insisted, her elbows resting on the table as she leaned forward. “Why is this so important to you? I thought ghostly obsessions were a disproved theory?”

“They are.” He rolled his eyes, looking away from her for a moment to collect his thoughts. “But as I told your parents the first time I was around, I got a good reason to protect Amity. Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean that my family is.”

She pulled back, her eyes growing wide again. “Your family still lives here? Wow. They must be really grateful that you’re here to keep them safe, then.”

Oh, the irony. One day they would look back to this and laugh. But not now – he wasn’t ready to reveal his secret. Not yet.

“Not really,” he said instead. “They don’t know that I’m Phantom. I never told them – they hate ghosts, and I didn’t want to hurt them with that. With knowing that their own kid became the thing they hated most.”

His mom sighed, sad and weary. “I just wish you would tell us who they are, Phantom. Maybe we could convince them. Don’t you miss them, your friends and your family?”

“It’s fine the way it is now,” he insisted instead. “They’re… getting better. They’re changing, slowly but surely. And it’s not like I never see them, anyway. I can keep an eye on them, and when the time comes…” He fidgeted with the edge of his glove, looking for the right words. “When the time comes, I’ll tell them.”

And he wanted to. He really did plan on telling them, eventually. Because, sooner or later, they would all find out.

It had happened before, after all. In alternate timelines, changed realities. And they had always accepted him – in the moment, at least. But he couldn’t know it would go afterwards. Would they still let him hunt ghosts? Would they insist on endangering themselves, trying to help?

He couldn’t know, and he didn’t want to risk it.

“No wonder that Spectra was so fixated on you,” Jazz mumbled, breaking the silence. “She was crazy for negative emotions, wasn’t she?”

“Yeah.” He rubbed his eyes, trying to focus back on the present instead of what-if’s and could-be’s. “She’s a nasty one.”

“What’s this?” his dad asked, leaning forward as well. “What are we missing here?”

“Phantom saved me from a nasty ghost, back when he was still new.” She shrugged, looking surprisingly casual about it. “She wanted to kill me, I think.”

“I saved you?” Danny snorted, incredulous. “Dude, without your save with the Fenton Peeler she would’ve wrecked me.”

“Alright, so we saved each other.” She smiled, but the corners sagged and she looked more sad than anything. “Either way, what she said was wrong. You shouldn’t believe anything she told you, okay?”

Wait. How much had Jazz heard of that conversation?

“I know. That’s what Spectra does. She finds the thing that hurts you most, that you feel most insecure about, and digs in. And then the negative feelings make her stronger, and she then makes them worse, and it becomes this horrible spiral you can’t break out of.” He paused, licked his lips. “But, uh. How much did you hear from that?”

Wow. Smooth, Fenton.

“Not much,” Jazz admitted. “Only the last bit, I think. But I heard enough.”

She shook her head, frowning. “’Who cares for a thing like you’, jeez. Like you aren’t constantly out there, making a difference. Like it matters that you’re a ghost.” Her smile widened again, becoming more genuine. “If my parents, the most ghost-hating individuals in Amity Park, can be convinced that not all ghosts are bad, what does it matter?”

He huffed out a laugh. “Nothing Spectra says matters. She just spews vile lies. And when you fight her off, you start realizing that. I already knew she was wrong. But, uh. Thanks.”

“No Phantom, thank you. For keeping Amity Park safe.” She looked from him and to their parents. “For doing the right thing, even when everyone was against you. I can’t imagine how hard it has been for you.”

She turned back to smile at him again. Her hand came down on his, the warm fingers curling around his gloved ones. “Thank you, Phantom. And if you ever need someone to talk to, just remember us. Okay?”

“Uh. Yeah.” He tugged his hand away from hers, a green blush crawling up on his cheeks. It felt a little like Jazz was crushing on Phantom, and that thought made him more than a little uncomfortable. “Um. Thanks, everyone. For everything. But I gotta, uh. Gotta go.”

“Patrol, right?” His mom shook her head, resigned. “Stay safe, Phantom. And drop by more often, will you?”

Nodding, he was already lifting out of his seat. “I will, for sure.” He gave a short wave. “See you guys later, and stay safe!”

As he flew off, he heard the three of them shout back, “You as well!”

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #phanfic #phanfiction #dp fanfiction #dark writes #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #me? leaving out details i can't be bothered to come up with? it's more likely than you think #also tumblr just kinda does whatever with links so i'm just gonna use em and pray someone will see this #what a nice surprise

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A Bottle Of Rum Named Chuckles - Phic Phight

Prompt Creator: @bibliophileap Prompt: A sibling is genuinely disconcerted by another sibling’s laughter. Summary: The Fenton parents are out of town so Danny gets his drink on, but he's a laughing drunk and Jazz comes home from university a little too early.

Warnings: Drinking, alcohol, unintentional self-harm, broken bones, impaling, blood, one instance of vore, Danny is very drunk

also on my AO3 at GothMoth.

Danny glides smoothly down the steps, today’s a day with the house to himself. Jazz? Off at college. Mom and dad? 4-day convention. Sam and Tucker? Well, they’re not really friends anymore. So today’s a day to himself, a rare one at that. So as Danny saunters over to the fridge he sticks his hand straight through the floor pulling out a bottle of rum. Spinning the bottle in one hand as he opens up the fridge and grabs some milk. Placing the bottle on the table, Danny turns around and goes to make himself some cereal, but is suddenly struck by an idea. Spinning back around, bowl of dry cereal in hand, Danny cracks open the rum and pours it into the bowl. “Hey if cheesepuff bacon smoothies are great, this ought to be better.”.

Halfway through his cereal he’s finding it hard to keep eating through his giggling. “It’s just” chuckle “god so” chuckle “like look at the fuck rocks man” chuckle. Rum cereal abandoned, Danny wanders the yard pointing at random rocks and wobblingly arranging them in poorly laid out constellations. Laughing and grinning he flops on the grass surrounded by his rock stars.

Eventually, the hot sun forces him inside as he opts to play some games. Not being bothered enough to move them from his room, he plays up there instead. He doesn’t really play Doom anymore, he’s more into single player stuff now. He does however, take the bottle of rum with him. After a few hours, Danny is solidly fucked up, so much so that he doesn’t hear his sister coming home early. She does however, hear some creepy ass giggling ringing throughout the house. “Christ did someone stuff one of those broken demon Elmo dolls into the walls or something?”. Jazz moves around methodically trying to find the sound just as Danny burst out into another fit of laughs and giggles. He managed to get a famous glitch in his game, one where the characters limbs and head fly and stretch out all over the screen. In his laughter Danny accidentally crushes the rum bottle against his chest, splashing the little remaining rum and glass all over himself. “Aw man....” Danny goes to stand but immediately pitches forwards slamming face first into his wall. Laughing even more erratically, cause he can see himself in the door mirror, Danny just slowly slides down to the floor. Laying in a heap of limbs and laughs.

Jazz meanwhile is standing awkwardly on the other side of his door, somewhat in shock. At first, she thought there was some weird new ghost after Danny but after listening close, “the ghost in you sure shows in funny ways” Jazz mutters quietly. With a soft though unnerved smile on her face Jazz goes back downstairs, looking to make herself some toast but promptly notices the milk jug and very disgusting looking half-eaten cereal. “What the hell was that made with?” She grumbles at the offending cereal, well aware of Danny’s strange taste, as she puts the milk away. “I wonder if his ghost half has anything to do with his tastes” she taps her finger on her chin and shudders, as yet more booming laughter erupts from upstairs. She elects to smell the cereal for clues rather than taste it, cause Plasmius knows what’s in there. Jerking back she realizes that whatever it is, it’s definitely alcoholic. “Where’d you even get that little brother and why” she shakes her head as she goes up to confront Danny. Whom she’s now certain is laughing so much because he’s drunk. And she’s totally right on that part.

Meanwhile, Danny has been intentionally flinging himself around his room, trying to land it the most awkward and absurd positions possible. He’s so utterly plastered that he never even notices all the glass from the rum bottle embedded in his chest, making him bleed profusely. Him flinging himself around isn’t helping either. And his future self will not thank him later for the massive amounts of blood smears everywhere. Not to mention all the knock over things and glass. Eventually, he winds up leaning against the mirror on his door making faces at it and smearing his face around. Resulting in many muffled giggles.

Jazz, standing in front of Danny’s door can actually smell the alcohol through the door now. Scratching her nose she swings the door open, catching Danny totally unprepared as he staggers backwards; straight out the window. Running over to the window she looks down and sees Danny laughing his ass off on the ground covered in blood and glass. She physically shivers from the combination of Danny’s demonic ass laughter and the visuals.

Jazz bolts all the way down the steps and outside, running up to Danny who’s now standing up and wobbling all over the place. Seeing Jazz he shouts “is afff uckin airy! Whooooo!” Throwing his hands up in the air, Jazz runs over and hooks an arm under his right armpit. “Danny what the hell, let’s get you inside before anyone sees” Danny lightly giggles “leds meh to dis lits airy”. Jazz practically has to drag Danny into the house as he flips between muttering about fairies, or “ariy” as he’s calling them, and laughing. Effectively, slowly unnerving Jazz more and more; as well as making her unimpressed with his drunken state. Jazz sets him down at the table and points at the half-eaten rum cereal. “Just how much have you had Danny?” She asks in an unimpressed tone but she’s to creeped out to sound threatening. The only response she gets from Danny is “Is callied it Chuckles” then he sticks his hands out spreading them apparent vertically to about the high of his rum bottle. Jazz isn’t quite sure what he means for a second but then pinches the bridge of her nose. “Christ Danny, and what was it exact-” Jazz gets cut off by the sight of Danny pulling somebody horror shit, spreading his mouth inhumanly wide and straight voreing the entire bowl whole. Rum, cereal, spoon, bowl and all. Jazz having never bared witness to his body horror crap nearly vomits, which causes Danny to go into another fit of laughter. She sickly looks over the counter at him as he laughs himself so hard he falls off the stool. “Ok, now your creepy laugh is also pissing me off. I’m creep out, disgusted, disturbed and angry all at once.” Jazz shakes herself off and tries to push away the lingering shivers Danny’s laugh sends across her skin.

Danny starts crawling forwards on the floor but Jazz rushes over and sits him up on his knees. “Don’t do that” she scolds “you’ll rip yourself up more and-” looking down at the floor “-dear god... make more of a mess”. Turning her head away from Danny, arms still on his shoulders, she mutters “how the hell am I going to clean this up”. Danny chuckles slurring “clench ‘n exbird outwash fix erry”. Jazz just stares at him, “ok, I got bleach but the rest is lost on me”. Danny just shouts “exbird outwash!”. “Danny, what even is that?” Jazz sighs exasperatedly, as Danny starts making gargling sounds but then chokes on his spit. Resulting in yet more laughter. “Einstein, lend me your strength” Jazz groans as she jerks away from the sound of Danny’s laugh.

Eventually, she manages to get Danny sitting upright. Slowly pulling out shards of glass, though Danny is not making that easy. Danny’s rolling his head all over the place, occasionally flailing his arms around, and talking mostly gibberish, interspaced with giggles and laughter. “Danny, I will tail you for a week and throw psychology terms at you, if you ever even consider getting wasted around people who don’t know about this ghost shit.”. Finishing her threat with flawless timing as Danny straight up phases through the floor. Jazz, sighing, gets up to walk down to the lab. Looking around she fails to see him till she hears his wild creepy giggles coming from the ceiling. Looking up she sees Danny dangling with one foot still stuck in the ceiling. “Imma uckin chandii!”. Sighing “ yes Danny you are definitely a chandelier, for sure, 100%”. Danny just shouts “yay!” As he swings his hands up towards the ceiling smashing them so hard Jazz hears cracking and Danny, with a chunk of the ceiling, crashes to the ground. She stares at Danny and mutters “you could kill a many without a second thought and I don’t even think you’d notice the impact...”. Just as Danny rights himself, smashing apart the other bits of ceiling. Which suddenly brings Danny’s fingers into view. “Oh my god Danny, you freaking broke your fingers”. Deciding she’s had enough, Jazz digs through the lab until she finds what she’s looking for. An Ecto-shield blanket, “mom and dad say it’s for keeping out mosquito ghost but it should make a fine Danny burrito”. Jazz walks up behind Danny and quickly wraps the blanket around him. Danny just squirms, falls to his side and starts flopping about like a fish. Sighing Jazz grabs the Fenton fisher anti-ghost fishing line. Line in hand she picks up Danny and walks up to his bedroom. “You need to eat more Danny, and real food not junk food. My textbooks weigh more than you.”. Once in Danny’s room, she ties him to his bed headrest with the ecto-line. Danny naws at it while giggling and making exaggerated chewing and biting sounds.

Jazz attempts to study while she watches her brother and waits for him to sober up. But it’s difficult with all the usual sounds, gibberish and increasingly disturbing laughter. “God, it’s like it gets more and more unnerving the more you hear it”. She mutters into her book, trying her damnest to focus without completely ignoring her inebriated brother.  Eventually, she gives up on that endeavour and elects to inspect the glass she’s managed to get out of Danny’s chest. Fully expecting it to be window glass, she’s shocked to find it's from a bottle. Sticking a few pieces together she realizes it’s from a bottle of rum, high proof rum at that. “Danny what the hell?! How did you even get this! Mom and dad don’t even like rum!”. The only response she gets out of Danny is more giggling. “And how long has this glass even been in your chest! Did you drink the whole thing!” Danny giggles enthusiastically which Jazz takes as a yes. “Danny! That would kill a full grown man!”. This time she actually gets a response out of the drunken lad “Tis tooo lats, ta jib allreds don.”. Jazz groans leaning back in her chair, “even wasted enough to kill a normal person you still make death jokes”.

Things continue on like this for a while till Danny eventually starts to slightly sober up. Which takes an impressive, and scary to Jazz, single hour. “Wyys my handz harts” Rolling his head around “and wyts wit blankie?”. Jazz snorts as she walks over to him, “little bro, you smashed your hands into the ceiling”. Looking up at her, his head limp, “wyys i dos dat?”. Shaking her head, “I really don’t know Danny but it might have something to do with thinking you were a chandelier.”. Danny just looks more confused now, but Jazz, noting his limpness unties him from the headrest and lays him down in bed. “I think you best just sleep, little brother and please, no more laughing”. Danny just tiredly sticks his tongue out at her. Jazz falls asleep herself, knees folded on the ground with her head resting on Danny’s bed.

—Next Morning—

Danny wakes up to a whole lotta pain. “What the...” He trails off as he pushes his blanket off himself, yanking his hands back hissing. “Fuck me” Danny mutters as he looks at his hands, nearly every bone is broken or chipped and his advanced healing has only fucked his fingers up more. Healing them incorrectly in almost every way, “how did I even? and how am I supposed to fix this?”. Then looking down at his chest he groans “seriously? Did I get into a boxing match with a bunch of mirrors or something”. Swinging his legs out of bed he walks to his mirror. He’s peppered in bruises, some that are extremely weird. He has bits of drywall in his hair as well. Shaking his hair out he turns to take in his room and just stares. Half his shit is on the floor or on the opposite side of the room than where it started. Blood is smeared almost everywhere, bits of glass are stabbed in the walls, his window is destroyed and there’s both ecto-line and an ecto-shield blanket on the floor. “Yeah I’m just not going to deal with this now, or possibly ever” Danny mutters as he opens his door with his mouth, keeping his hands up around his chest not quite touching though. As he descends the stairs he’s already thinking of ways to easily just hide the mess but once he reaches the living room his mind blanks. “Oh fuck” he breathes out, seeing a long blood streak on the floor, some glass and bigger bits of drywall.

Danny stares down at his hands, and that’s how Jazz finds him when she steps out of the kitchen. Mop in hand Jazz watches Danny as he stares at his hands muttering to himself, looking horrified. Danny slowly lifts his head up and just mutters at Jazz “what the fuck”.

Inside his head, Danny is just screaming over and over again, because she should not be here and there’s a massive really bad looking mess and he was completely wasted and -. Jazz cuts off his thoughts as she answers him “I don’t really know Danny, you were so messed up I could barely understand anything you said. You called me an “airy”, ate an entire bowl whole, punched a hole in the ceiling while pretending to be a chandelier I think, flung yourself out your window, and I think you stabbed yourself with a bottle of rum.”. Danny just stares at her, his mouth hanging open, so Jazz elects to continue “you were already covered in blood and glass when I got here and there was a bowl of cereal mixed with, what I assumed was, rum. Seriously Danny what the hell and where did you get rum?”. Danny just mutters “uhhhh from the floor”. Jazz crosses her arms “Danny, that makes about as much sense as whatever-” clearing her throat to attempt the make the freakish sounds Danny made “-exbird outwash fix erry” is.”. Danny shakes his head “Wow, sounds like I had fun”. At Jazz’s highly unimpressed face, Danny goes to run a hand across the back of his neck but winces instead. Eyeing Jazz again, he goes for a more serious response. “I guess I’d need context for those, uh, words? And I literally got it from the floor. The bottle was inside the floor.” Danny looks away sheepishly. “You mean to tell me you hid booze in the floor?” Arms crossed stiffly. “Heh, yeah” Danny shrugs “wasn’t really expecting anyone home so soon.”. He finishes. “Clearly, if that had been anyone who didn’t know about you, you’d be in massive trouble. I’m pretty sure you drank the entire thing, which should have been deadly. That combined with everything else...” Jazz trails off as Danny waves a mutilated hand at her “ya ya I get it, I’m lucky it was you”. Jazz sighs grabbing her mop again, “I would tell to help but I know your injured, are your hands going to heal fine?” She asks laced with genuine concern as she starts mopping the blood streaked on the floor. “Well, first you might want some of my hidden mouth wash”. Jazz stares at him “ok what?...is that what you said earlier?!”. Danny shrugs “maybe, expired mouth wash is pretty good as a cleaner”. Danny jumps up through the ceiling startling Jazz, he returns the same way. Flicking a bottle of mouth wash at her, that he was previously held by the cap in his mouth. Jazz, mixing it on the floor, “oh wow that’s just plain weird and I don’t even want to know how you discovered this”. “Yup” Danny says curtly as he looks around for any other damage. “So, your hands?” Danny snaps his head back to her, “Uhh well I’ll have to re-break, like, everything and place it all back the way it’s supposed to be but it should be fine, I think.” Danny says awkwardly. “Danny, Christ, how are you even ok with doing that, none the less how are you going to do it with both hands messed up?” Jazz glares at him, still mopping. Shrugging “uh painfully?”. “Oh my god, Danny.”

Danny sidestepping her gets a bowl, cereal and milk all out with a combination of footwork and his mouth; Jazz watching him all the while as she mops. “That better actually be milk and I’m rather concerned by how good you are at that”. Sitting on the table top Danny pours the milk with his toes. “You’re going to be pissed if I tell you “practice” aren’t you?” Glaring at him as he sits down with his cereal, eating by scooping his tongue around. “Of course, you shouldn’t have a reason to be used to it.”. Danny grunting, “well I do, resident superhero ghost boy here”. Jazz chuckles lightly, which reminds her of something, “hey Danny, has anyone ever told you your laugh is extremely creepy and unnerving?”. Danny coughs on a couple of frootloops, “What? No, why?” Chuckling again Jazz shakes her head “you were laughing, giggling and chuckling like your life depended on it. Genuine laughter too, but for whatever reason, it was spine chilling.” Pausing to look at Danny “you sounded like a demonic broken Elmo doll”. At that Danny chuckles deeply a bit “seriously?”. “Yeah, you even laughed as I tried to fix your wounds and you laughed really hard when you fell out your window and crash into the yard.” Danny chuckling again, Jazz noting that it actually is still slightly creepy but nothing close to before. “Wow that’s got to say something about me, don’t go analyzing me though.”. Rolling her eyes “I’m more focused on fixing your mess Danny, the lab is literally missing a third of its ceiling and I had to tie you to your own bed.”. Danny goes wide-eyed laughing, “so that's why there’s ecto-line on the floor.”. Jazz just shakes her head as Danny continues more seriously “was my laugh all creepy just now?”. Jazz pauses “slightly I guess but nothing like last night. It was like the more you laughed the more completely disturbed I felt. Now your laugh just has the same slight offness it usually does.” Danny looks incredulously at her. Noticing she sighs and stands up, one hand in her hip “Danny, basically everything about you is slightly off or creepy. But it’s so minimal you really have to pay attention to notice at all. And paying attention to you is my sisterly duty.”. Danny rolls his eyes but visibly relaxes some, “geez thanks.”. Jazz sighs as she heads down to the lab to collect the ceiling debris. On her way coming back up she hears cracking sounds. “Hey, Danny what are you doing?”. The cracking stops “uh, fixing my fingers”. Jazz just sighs.

End.

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[justkending]

Knock, Knock. Part 3.

Summary: You are a really good friend of the Padaleckis. Your apartment gets infested with all kinds of problems, so you have to move in with your friends for a couples of days. Little did you know who you would run into while staying there.

Pairing: (single) Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1880

Part 3:

“Hey, Y/N right?” Jensen asked with a wide smile pointing to you.

“Uhhh, yeah. Jensen Ackles, right?” you said pointing a finger back at him as you moved closer into the room.

“Ha ha! Yeah, but no need for the formalities. Just Jensen is good.” He laughed as he stood up reaching his hand out to shake. “It’s nice to actually meet you. You didn’t seem that interested in the whole introduction thing this morning.”

You looked at his hand then back at him before grabbing and shaking it.

“Oh God,” you groaned, shaking your head remembering the morning. “I’m so sorry if I came off rude. I had a major hangover from the night before and was not happy with all the noise. Really, I promise I’m not that grumpy and short all the time.”

“I don’t know… You seem pretty short to me,” he said turning his head to the side. “I don’t think you’ve grown that much since this morning.”

You were confused at first, but eventually caught on.

“Clever man. I see,” you chuckled. “Nice one smart guy.”

You took this moment to strip off the last bit of layers you had on and hung them across your arm.

“Do you know where Jared is by chance?” you asked, straightening your sweater out and looking around.

This guy was even cuter in person, and even after getting pampered all day and looking done up, you still felt like you had to fix yourself up.

“Umm, he told me he was going to change before dinner, but it’s been a good 10 minutes,” Jensen answered, turning to look where his friend walked out.

“Yeah, and I thought I took forever getting ready, but for all we know he’s been grooming that luscious mane of his this whole time,” you giggled.

Jensen immediately turned to look back at you hearing you laugh. It was the most beautiful sound, and it went with a perfect smile.

“Ha! You’re probably right,” He said looking at you with wonder. “Glad I have someone else to back me up on the hair jokes.”

“Oh, I’m always up for joking around with Jared.” You said with a smirk. “Anyway, I’m going to go get changed into something more comfortable myself. Are you staying for dinner?”

“Um, I wasn’t originally planning on it, but my plans just got canceled.”

If by plans you mean sitting at home and ordering in, then yeah. Count those as canceled.

“Great, I’ll make sure to set an extra plate for you then,” You smiled walking to your room down the hall, giving him a friendly wink on your way out.

Shortly after you left, Jared came into the living room in sweats and a white Henley.

“Hey, dude what are you still doing here? I thought your ride would be here by now.”

“Trying to get me rid of me Jar?” Jensen said jokingly from his seat on the couch.

“No man, you know you’re welcome here all the time, but you said your ride was like 2 minutes out when I went to change. I just thought you would have left by now.”

“Uh yeah, change of plans. I’m staying for dinner, if that’s ok?”

“Um, yeah sure. Fine by me. I know Gen loves having you over,” Jared said plopping on the couch next to his friend. “Plus, I think Thomas has a new toy he was all excited to show you.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Hey Jared! I was wondering where you were!” you said making your presence known.

You had changed into some black yoga pants, a giant grey sweatshirt with red lettering of Oklahoma on it, and some cozy red long socks that you scrunched up over your leggings. You had gotten your hair blown out today with Gen, and it was looking really voluminous and movie star like, so you just let it be. You thought you looked pretty cute for a relaxed at home look. A good hair day always boosted your confidence.

Jared’s head spun around to see you walk in. Then it looked back to Jensen with wide eyes who was just watching your every movement.

“Y/N, I didn’t realize you were home. I thought you and Gen were having a girl’s day out.” He kept looking back and forth from you to Jensen.

You went and sat in the giant single chair that was close to the couch the men were on. You flung your legs over the arm and nuzzled into the back before crossing your arms to get comfortable.

“Yeah, well the day’s almost over, and she had to go pick up the boys,” You said noticing Jensen’s eyes on you. You gave him a subtle smile and he returned it. Making your heart skip a beat. “But we had a good day. Nice to have a day to treat yourself after all the crap that’s going on. You know?”

“For sure. How you doing by the way? Gen told me what was going on before you left last night.”

“Oh, you know. Best that I can be. I drank it out last night, and today, I pampered it out. All that’s left is to fight it out,” You laughed out. “Just kidding. Now it’s time to face the storm.”

Jensen had a look of confusion, but didn’t press. Just listened in and tried to pick up on the details.

“Well, you know you’re always welcome here. Let me know if Gen and I can do anything to help,” Jared said with a grin that brought out his dimples.

“You guys have done enough,” you countered, sitting up. “Which reminds me. I am suppose to be prepping the food for dinner. I’ll see you two in a little bit.”

As you got up to start your way into the kitchen, you heard screaming coming from the entry of the house and turned to see two little boys running in your direction. Tom was about 6 years old and Shep was 4.

“Aunt Y/N! Aunt Y/N!” they shouted as they ran at you with open arms.

“Oh my goodness. My two favorite boys! What are you two rascals doing?” you said getting down to their level as the bulldozed you to the ground.

While going to crouch you didn’t have that much balance, and the boys gave you some powerful hugs that made you tilt backwards falling to the ground. You gave up and just laid there with your legs spread out and held onto them before letting go of their hugs.

“Boy’s be careful! Remember we talked about being gentle,” Jared said once you had fallen down.

“Oh, you know it’s fine Jared. They’re just excited,” you said, waving him off and making him roll his eyes with a smile. “Isn’t that right boys? Just cause I’m a girl doesn’t mean I can’t play rough.” You ruffled both of their head’s of hair.

That got a laugh out of Jensen, and Gen came and patted you on the head before saying she was going to get started on dinner.

The boy’s nodded their heads at your comment before trying to tell you everything about their day.

“Y/N! Guess what we made at Grandma and Grandpa’s? Guess! Guess!” Tom said jumping up and down.

“Hmmm. Did you make a… birdhouse?”

“Noooooo…” Tom said.

“No birdhouse? Ok. Did you make a… spaceship?”

“No Aunt Y/N/N! Guess again,” Shep chimed in this time.

“Well, I’m all out of guesses, so why don’t you tell me?” You said pulling Shep into your lap on the ground.

“We made pumpkins!” they said at the same time.

“Oh my goodness! Wait a minute, you grew a whole pumpkin while you were there? Are you some kind of garden witch?” you said poking Tom in the stomach making him giggle.

“No, we didn’t grow pumpkins. We carved some for Halloween!”

“You what?! Well, you’re going to have to tell me what you made them look like while I help your mom with dinner,” you said sitting Shep up before you got to your feet. “Why don’t you boys go wash your hands, and I’ll let you mix the batter for the biscuits.”

“YAY!” they shouted as they ran into the bathroom to wash their hands. Only stopping to say hi to Jensen before running off in full speed again.

“Ugh, they make me feel so old,” you sighed dusting your leggings off.

As you went to look up you noticed Jensen had been watching you the whole time with the biggest grin. You were really good with the kids and it was making him even more attracted to you.

“Hope you boys like biscuits and gravy for dinner because I’m pulling out my dad’s recipe,” you said mainly toward Jared knowing his love for that meal, but saw both of the boys perk up.

“Biscuits and gravy? Oh hell yeah! That’s my favorite!” Jared said with a fist pump to the air.

You laughed a loud laugh and crossed your arms.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing Jensen is staying. That way he can experience the heavenly meal himself,” you chuckled, turning back to the kitchen walking away from the boys. “It’ll be out in about 20 minutes ya’ll.”

Jensen watched you walk away and hadn’t realized he was staring until Jared slapped him on the arm.

“Ouch! What the heck dude?”

“You know what the heck! You only stayed cause Y/N was here.”

“What? Noooo. I- I just- “

“No, don’t try to make excuses. She showed up while I was changing and you invited yourself to dinner to talk with her more. Don’t act like I don’t know you Ackles!”

“Ok, ok. So what? Is it really going to hurt me to just learn a few details about her. I mean I just learned she is really good with kids.” He stopped and looked back where you had walked away. “Like really good with kids.”

Another smack to the arm.

“OW! Stop that!”

“It may not hurt you, but it may hurt everyone else.” Jared let out a sigh. “I meant it Jensen. You need to leave her be. She’s going through some stuff that she needs to figure out, and Gen doesn’t need to help her through ANOTHER heartbreak because you just want something casual.”

“Who said I want something casual with her? Maybe, I want something more. You don’t know.”

“I know that you haven’t had something not casual in a while. Don’t get me wrong. I want you to settle down, but if it doesn’t work out… Jens just-“

“Ok, ok. She seems like a cool person to be friends with though. At least let me be friends with her,” Jensen said with his hands up in surrender.

“I don’t know man… Maybe-“

“Come on. I promise I won’t try anything. Please tell me you don’t think that low of me.”

“No man. You know I don’t. Just… Ok, fine. Friends. But JUST friends ok? I mean it.”

“Just friends!” Jensen said heading into the kitchen Jared following close behind. “For now…” he muttered only for him to hear.

Part 4

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[writerinthedark]

World Long Hidden P1: Teen Wolf Fan-fiction

A/N: I had written this story during the long month of November for NaNoWrimo. Now it is time to release it into the world. I hope you enjoy. PS, This has yet to be edited.

Word Count: 3411

OTP: Derek x Casity

Warnings: Abuse, language, violence.

      The shouting of my parents rung me from my short-lived sleep. I never really sleep much but I would still like sleep while I could. Violence in the house was far from uncommon. It was a just like any day in my life. I was used to daily beatings from doing nothing but living. Apparently breathing in a crime worth punishment. One of them was most likely coming up soon to beat me. For what, I have no clue and probably will never know. I quickly scrambled to get ready before either of them came in. Hoping that if I was already ready they would spare me a beating. Things like this were my small experiments that I tried seeing if they change my daily life for the better. It was the first day of my junior year of high school, and would be suspicious if I showed up with a shiner. I say that like I have a choice. I was not even allowed to wear little to no makeup so if I got one there was pretty much nothing I could do.  Even though it was common for me to show up to school with a bruise. I was hoping the first day I could get by without one covering my face. The favorite place of my dad was the jaw. I was surprised my jaw was not permanently purple at this point.  I have no clue how no one put two and two together. It is not like I covered them up most of the time. It was clear as day, I guess no one really cared. The loud slam of the front door rang through the house making me tense. Signaling my mom had left the house heading on her way to work. She never was one to stand up for me, she would just watch as my father beat me. I could never see through her dull eyes. The creaking of the stairs warned me of the incoming of my father walking up the stairs. I was trying to prepare myself for what was to come. With a loud slam my door was flung open hitting the wall behind it. My father stood there with his eyes showing with anger I was all to use to by now. It was practically the only look he showed me by now. I barely remember a time when they did not beat me on a daily basis. I must have been a child when it started. He quickly walked to the side of me grabbing my collar in his fist. I looked in his eyes waiting for the first strike. It was just silence in the air as I waited. I was soon met with the stinging of a slap on my cheek. I knew better than to make noise knowing it would only make it worse. It was already bad and I had no desire to make it worse.

 “You piece of shit! You do nothing but sit around and do nothing. You eat our money and do nothing to make up for it. I swear to god if you don’t start doing more I will throw you on the street!” He yelled.

Nothing stopped him from continuing to beat me. It would only stop when he felt he had done enough. He never stuck to one area, always wanting to cover every inch on my body with bruises. It was like he was the painter and I was the canvas. With a last throw of me up against the wall, I fell slumping to the floor. My body was caked with bruises and cuts. I was just a pile of pain by the end.  So much for starting the first day of school with a clean slate. I watched as the anger drained from his face. Finally having enough with beating me to a pulp. He left me slumped on the wall looking at me one more time before leaving through the door. I bet he don't even care if I went to school or not.  I pulled myself together, dragging myself off the floor. I was not going to miss the first day of school even if it killed me. I walked over to my bathroom that connects to my bedroom. Looking in the mirror I was met with the aftermath of the beating. It was not as bad as I could be but I still would have been better if I did not have it.  My green eyes stared back at me in my reflection. Evidence of new bruises starting to show on my body. The dusty purple showing on many places on my body. I took a washcloth getting it wet with water trying to clean up the blood on some of the more severe injuries. It did not take long with the small amount of blood there was. My shoulder seem to take to brunt of my slam against the wall. It hurt a lot worse than most of my other injuries. I had no time to look at it realizing the time. I gently picked up my backpack, careful to avoid my shoulder when putting it on. If it was hurt that badly, I did not want to hurt it even more. I walked by the kitchen glad to see my father had left for work. It allowed me to get out of the house without much difficulty. I grabbed a banana from the fruit basket on the counter making my way to the door. 

Walking out the door the distance to my bus stop was not too far from my house. If it was any further I would have risked missing the bus. Looking down at my watch I saw the time. I was really cutting it close getting to the bus stop. I just made it to the stop as the bus pull to a stop beside me. The doors opens with the sound of the air depressing. The subtle hiss coming to a stop. My shoulder was starting to throb as I made my way through the seat iles every once in a while my shoulder would bump into a seat causing a wave of pain to go down my arm. Making me wince. I finally found an empty seat, placing my bag down before sitting. Taking advantage of the coverage the seat give me, I take a final glance making sure no one is looking. I begin to peel the different layers off my shoulder in order to get a look at the damage done. God knows I won’t have time later today to. My shoulder was completely swollen, the skin turning a deathly purple. I quickly cover it before anyone on the bus looked over and saw. I don’t think they would care but I don’t want to risk it. I was glad the high back seats provide slight privacy. The first day excitement was buzzing throughout the bus. Making everyone act ten times as foolish. Talking louder than normal talking about what teacher they got and so on. It was almost nauseating. The bus ride was short, only having to pick up one more bus stop before heading straight to the school. Pulling up along the curb Lexington High in newly painted letters shown on the side of the school. Every year they would paint the letters in order to look fresh. It was about the only thing in the school to look fresh. With the doors of the bus open, everyone began to quickly file out excited for the first day. Ready to have a great start to a year. Getting off was a lot harder than getting on with my shoulder. People constantly pushing like it will get them off the bus faster. Without a care in the world for other people on the bus. By the time I was out my head had become dizzy from the pain becoming almost blinding. Taking a second I was able to shake it away quickly. Once I was able to get my footing back I made my way into the school. I made a b-line straight for my locker. I was hoping that if I was quick enough I could find a seat in the back of the class. I was lucky to snag a seat in the back sometimes. Looking down at my schedule I saw my first class marked as World History. Picking up my pace I dropped of the stuff I did not need and rush to my class. I was hoping to get there before the well known popular group of kids arrived if they were in that class. Knowing they would make it worse when they did. Making it to class I was glad to see an open seat in the back by a window. Yay, best seat in the class. Dropping my backpack by my chair I took a seat, waiting for class to start. Here we go with another year. Waiting for class to start, I had time to think over what had occurred this morning. I could feel the pain in my shoulder increase as time went by. Every once in awhile holding my breath as a fresh wave of pain went through my shoulder, just breathing through. I tried to hide the pain from my face when a new wave would come. Hearing the sound of chatter growing louder, I turned to face the door. I was not surprised when the queen bee Alex walked through the door with the rest of her hive following behind. She drew the eyes of everyone in the class as she walked down the desk isles. Making me roll my eyes at her dramatics. Everyone was quick to move there things for her as she walked. It was not like she is royalty. I turned my head looking out the window beside me. To dramatic for my taste if you ask me. I could hear the distinct clicking of heels as Alex made her way to the back of the classroom, finding a seat. The clicking of the heels stopped beside me. Turning my head I was met with the queen bitch herself.

 “Can I help you with anything,” I ask with a smile plastered on my face.

“Yeah actually, you can help by getting out of my seat,” she says.

I was already starting to get feed up with her cocky attitude.

“Oh this seat?” I ask sounding surprised. She nods like it was obvious. “Really? I could have sworn I was sitting here.” I say my voice dripping with sarcasm.  

“Who do you think you are?” she asks.

“I don’t think I know I am Casity Ashton.” I respond.

“You little bitch,” she all but screeches. “This won’t be the end of this,” she exclaims.

She storms off taking a seat towards the front of the class. Pissy much? She overreacts just a little bit in my opinion. Why did I do that, I should have just let her have the seat, with the trouble I am going to get from it. I couldn’t just keep my mouth shut. I just hated it when people thought they were above someone else. No one ever stood up to them, treating them like royalty. I had no time to enjoy my victory, because I knew sooner or later she would come back at me in full swing. With her hooves kicking. I was just lucky class was about to start, not to mention it was the first day of school. No one dared to do anything on the first day of school. I sighed in frustration as our teacher walked in the classroom.

“Good morning class!” He exclaimed. “My name is Mr.Wester, and I will be your World History teacher for this year.”

 I had no clue how a teacher could sound so excited to teach a class. Just the thought of having to deal with kids our age all day sounded exhausting. Yet he seemed like he could just burst with excitement. He grabbed a stack of paper and began to pass them out.

“Ok let’s get right to it, on your desk is a paper outlining this semester,” he said.

 I looked down at the paper seeing the first subject of the year was North and South Korea. If I was correct than most of the guys would start making inappropriate comments on communists. I could feel a headache forming at just the thought of the idea. The bell rang signaling the end of the first block of the day. If this was what one block was like that it was going to be a long day. Out in the hallway I could see a few cops walking around freely. Everywhere I looked there was at least one. They seemed to be asking people questions. I was hoping they skipped me if that was the case. Seeing as we were in a middle class neighborhood I had no clue as to why there would be cops here. Through the glass windows of the front office I saw who I only assumed was a teacher crying.  Her face was pale and nose red from crying. I had to be something bad if she did not care if people saw her cry. I may not be an expert in emotions but she seem shaken up about something. Whether it was something small or not it was big to her. Maybe it had to do something with the police surrounding the school. I guess it had to be big if police were here.  With the warning bell ringing I had to skip going to my locker having to head straight to my next class. I looked down at my schedule, ugh, it was P.E. I never was a fan of PE. The throbbing of my shoulder reminded me of how difficult this was going to be.  I had to break my gazing at the police in order to avoid being late on the first day.  I was glad to find that Alex and her goons were not in this P.E class. Not that it clears me up from much at all, but it takes a little of the pressures off my chest. With it being the first day there was not much to do in P.E. We had yet to get our uniforms to participate in a normal P.E block. After attendance was called we were free to walk and talk. Only problem was little to no one even talked to me. Every once in a while someone would come up and say a snarky comment then leave. Sometimes I would get an apology if I was accidentally bumped into. Walking in a circle only increased the pain in my shoulder as I had nothing to do to distract myself from the building pain. It was boring just doing nothing but walk in a circle. Ever since freshman year I have still yet to make friends. I doesn’t bother me just seems a little sad on the outside. Watching me walk alone in a circle. Class ended at the sound of a bell. Pretty much the entire class was just walking and talking. I am fine with that but it left me with nothing to do. Outside the gym police officers still loomed around taking what I could assume to be statements. I had no clue about what though. No gossip that I heard had anything that could possibly clue in the police, so what did. It is not like violence was common in our area. We were in middle class with high paying jobs. I would definitely have to check out the news when I got home. I was just glad they had not come to take a statement from me yet. I may know a lot of things, but it is stuff I would not have learned if I did not eavesdrop that they would need. Walking to my next class I was finally able to put my stuff back in my locker from my past block. For my next block all I needed was a pencil. Most of the time I was not required to even have a pencil. That class was none other than chorus. It was the one thing I got to indulge in with my parents. Indulge, meaning I only did it at school, but it was all the same to me. I walked into the class glad to see my favorite teacher still teaching. I had no clue how he was still teaching. He was old as dust and always seemed to make it another year. He would always ask me how my day was, he even once reported about my injuries. Even though the school did nothing to help at all. This school did not give a flying shit about it. They were just glad not to have another kid under foster care. As far as I was concerned nothing could be worse than my parents now. Unlike most victims of abuse I know I have done nothing wrong. This is not just their way of teaching me, it is just straight abuse.  I was glad he still would try to make my experience at school as fun as he could. I walked in going straight to him to say hi.

 “Hi Mr. Johnson,” I said.

“Hello Miss. Ashton, I see you have come to school with yet another souvenir,” he states.

Everytime he comments it is almost like he understands what I am going through. Even if it is not true it still feels nice to think someone understands what you are going through.

 “Just another to add to my collection,” I added.

 I walked back to the seat I always sit in every year. He knows I will be back every year so he knows where I like to sit.  I sat down right as the bell rung. Mr. Johnson went up to say the same speech he says every year. It was along the lines of My name is blank, I am glad to have you in my class, and this is what we will be doing this year. I felt bad no one really paid attention to him. Even though I never paid much attention to the speech knowing he always had me work on different things than the class. I was glad I was able to sing songs I like rather than the opera stuff they sing. That does not mean I have not had my fair share of some.  I loved to see the joy in his eyes as I would sing a new song. I felt almost like a personal radio to him. I was not prepared when he announced we had to move benches because he was unable to before the start of the school year. We were his first class and only class on A-days so it was left to us to move them. Normally I would not mind but these things are heavy, and with my shoulder the way it was I was pretty much useless. I still tried to push in someway, with one more push white pain blinded me. I was used to most things but this pain surprised me. It was the type of pain I was described to about in book. I took a few steps stumbling to the wall beside me. With a thud I landed on the ground leaning up against the wall. I could barely hear the sounds around me as I tried to regain my ground. I must have hurt my shoulder more than I originally thought. I knew the bruise from this injury would most likely be one of the worse I have had. I was surprised to see no one had realized my departure. Than again I was a nobody in the school. Leaving me to easily blend in with the shadows. I could skip school and no one would know I was gone. It just went to show what I truly was to the world. I could hear the slow wobble of Mr. Johnson and his cane walking towards me. In the distance I could hear my name being called. I could barely keep my eyes open with the pain coursing through my shoulder. I could not help went my eyes closed shut submerging me in darkness. 

#teen wolf #derek #derek hale #emotional abuse #abuse #derek x reader #school #supernatural #ghouls #murder #drama #Hospital

[meshugana1]

New suggestion

A hypnotist makes two best friends (of the same age) think they’re mother and daughter. One loses 7 years, and the other gains 14

Can do, will do.

   The first thing Patty and Valerie noticed was the scent of stall popcorn that hung in the air. The brightly colored lights and the shouting of food vendors was a delightfully nostalgic addiction. Patty was the first to recall that the pair met at an event much like this one. It was a small county carnival, barely more than a farmers market with a few rides around. Patty clung to her mother's skirt, confused and intimidated by the smells and sounds of the big crowd until a bubbly girl with cotton candy all over her face ran up and said: “Hi I’m Vally, want some?” They were inseparable after that. Fate even seemed on their side. It turned out they lived on the same street, had the same school and thankfully had many similar interests. There were countless slumber parties and little adventures around the town. They even managed to remain int he same schools all the way into college. But all things, eventually, must come to an end.

   “So,” Patty said, “I hear that the arts program in California is pretty good. I’m sure you’ll do wonderful there.” Valerie nodded, she was excited to be pursuing her dream at long last. Sculpting wasn’t exactly the coolest art form but it brought her a zen-like peace. “Yay, it’s gonna be great. And what about you? I heard that the trade program you’re in is pretty fast-tracked,” Valerie said. “Yeah, they already have us making chesterfields,” Patty said trying to sound enthused for herself. She came from a long line of trade workers and it was only natural that she followed in their footsteps, but a big piece of her wasn’t in it. It was going with her friend to California to be a struggling artist.

   Patty looked at her friend, a long look trying to memorize the best things about her. There were thousands of pictures of the two together but Patty never quite felt that a picture really captured a person. A slight breeze rustled Valerie’s strawberry blond hair. Her skin had a golden tinge to it, she hated being stuck indoors and always spent her free time chipping away at her next masterpiece in the sun. It wasn’t a cool evening so she had worn a plain looking denim skirt that displayed her legs like so many of her sculptures. Her frame was thicker than the average twenty-one-year-olds, due to her constant stonework the past few years. Her arms were laced with definite muscle.

   As was common among great friends their thinking often paralleled the others and Valerie was memorizing the face of her beautiful friend. Patty’s hair was shorter and brown, but that didn’t stop it from having an incredible shine even in a dim room. She wore a much simpler outfit than Valerie, just yoga pants and a boyfriend sweater. Patty never did quite shake that shy modesty she had as a child but over the years her time with Valerie mad things easier. Patty had a much slimmer build than her friend but only where the muscle was concerned. The sweater was long enough to conceal most of the young woman body, but even still the outline of her curves was hard to miss. Her breasts were large but not distractingly so as was the case with many women in her family, but what didn’t make it up top found its way to her bottom with a vengeance. Even the sweater did little to hide the nubile, round butt of the young carpenter. It was not known to anyone, but if ever Valerie sculpted a woman she used Patty as her mental model.

   The two walked down the center of the carnival, neither one saying it but both knowing that this was the last hurrah of their friendship for some time. Valerie first saw the signpost over the tent. “Hey Patty, check that out,” Valerie said, “Edwin the Incredible, master of mesmerization and prestidigitation, sound’s kinda fun. We should check it out. When they entered the tent they were greeted by a very young man, no more than eighteen, in an ill-fitting top hat and cape. “Oh! Uh, welcome to the…uh, the den of mystery! I am the Incredible Edwin! Master of the mystic arts!” It was not a well-delivered introduction, and the girls could've sworn that you could hear a cricket inside the empty tent. The pair glanced at each other, unsure of their next move. Valerie spoke up first, “I thought it was Edwin the Incredible?” The young man’s shoulders visibly slumped, “Sorry about that, I’m not really him I’m just the owner's kid. I guess the old guy had a heart attack and had to go to the hospital so I’m filling in, as best I can,” the young man said, “but I guess you can tell I’m not that good.” The maternal instinct was strong in Valerie and she swooped in to comfort the young man. “Hey, it’s your first day right? Why don’t you show us all your tricks and then we can talk you up to other people? You’ll have a big crowd before you know it.”

   It was the usual bag of tricks. The young man opened with some card tricks, inexperienced though he was. He connected three seemingly solid rings, he sawed a woman in half which is much less impressive when the woman is a dummy, he disappeared and reappeared several times, and with each trick, his confidence seemed to grow. “All right, Ladies. Now, Edwin the Incredible will perform incredible feats of hypnosis!” he said. He drew from his left pocket a long golden chain and dangling from its end was an ornate pocket watch. It was unlike any watch that the girls had seen. It had ornate pattern engraved in silver along its surface and the tick-tock of the arms was loud enough to fill the tent. “Gaze into the face of this pocket watch and come under my power!” he said with more confidence than the two thought was possible.

   A slight motion and the pocket watch began to sway. Both of the girls played along and focused their attention on the prop. Neither of them believed in hypnosis but it was very easy to get lost in the intricate patterns of the watches silver inlays. Even on the clocks white face, they could make out light patterns. It was actually jarring for the two when they heard a deafening snap. “Welcome back ladies, I believe you’ll find that you are now totally within my power. Now, Ms. Patty, why don’t you start hopping up and down like a bunny for us?” he said snapping his fingers. It wasn’t an outrageous request so Patty obliged and began hopping. Her arms were held in front of her with her wrists high and her fingers pointed down. Each bounce sent her chest wild, but it was safely hidden inside her sweater. “And you Ms. Valerie, why don’t you start acting like a chicken?” he said again snapping his fingers. Valerie wanted to giggle at the classic hypnosis move but also didn’t want to embarrass him. She tucked her arms behind her back and bent forward, bobbing her head every which way and clucking periodically as she mimed searching for grain. The young man looked at his helpful audience and sighed relieved, if only these girls could work as plants in the audience then I’d be all set, he thought.

   “Thanks for helping me, this has been huge. But the old guy usually ended on a kind of weird twist, so don’t feel like you have to do it. I’m just gonna practice the delivery. Hm, hm. Now, ladies and gentlemen, I will…um, I’ll bend time itself!” he said throwing his arms out and trying to add gravitas to his voice. “Patty,” he said. This time he held the watch and swung it in front of her, “When I snap my fingers you will have aged into a beautiful, sexy, thirty-five-year-old MILF on the prowl for a new man!” He then turned to Valerie, “And what is a mother without a child? Valerie, when I snap my fingers you will age backward, and become a shy young girl of fourteen.” He took a step back and raised his empty hand to the sky, then with a deft motion snapped his fingers. “And after a bit I’d change you two back, sorry if it was a little risqué but dad says you should always…” he said. He stopped when he looked at the glassy-eyed expression on the young women faces.

   Patty had heard of a person’s life flashing before their eyes but she hadn’t experienced it until now. It was like someone had put her on fast forward. She saw her and Valerie separating, her apprenticeship at her families shop, her meeting her husband, her daughters birth, her divorce, she experienced everything in the blink of an eye. It was the opposite for Valerie. Her entire life seemed to unravel and change in an instant, she lost the last few years of college, her sculpting history, all the boyfriends she had, gone. Then another history altogether took root.

   The two twenty-one-year-olds came out of their trances simultaneously. Patty regained control of herself first. Her body language was totally different, she moved her hips more slowly and she had a more relaxed posture about her. Her eyes set on the young man before her in a predatory gaze. “So,” she said as she rolled her hips toward him, “you said your daddy owns this place huh? That means you probably come from a rich family, right?” She grabbed the young man’s shoulders as a confused blush overtook him. “I really do love a family man,” she said biting her bottom lip as she moved in closer and closer. “Ugh, Mom! Would you please not embarrass me for like, a minute? I’m gonna be a freshman this year, I can’t have my mom hitting on guys my age, it’s gross!” Valerie said. Her mom was so embarrassing, but truth be told she did admire her mom's brazen confidence. “Oh, I see, sweetie. Well don’t worry, I’m sure this young man would be happy to go out with you instead,” Patty said. She knew she could be a little over the top but she did love it when her shy little girl showed an interest in the opposite sex, she had so much she could teach her. “M…Mom!” Valerie said with crimson cheeks, “Jeez, it’s not…I mean I…why are you so embarrassing?!”

   The young man looked back and forth between the young women. They had to just be acting, they couldn’t really have…Then it came to him. The watch. The old guy had taken his watch with him, so he had to get a replacement for the show. He got this one from this weird lady at a hole in the wall shop. She said he needed to be careful with it, and never to look at its face. It was crazy, but what else could explain this. Before he could work out a way to fix these two poor girls, Patty’s big cumbersome bottom worker against her. She turned around to better address her little girl and her bottom pushed the young frazzled man. His foot tripped on a loose bit of paper that had floated into the tent and he went crashing to the ground.

   The only noise he heard was a loud crunch. He felt Patty’s arms around him as she helped him up, apologizing for her clumsy butt. On the ground was the watch, it was crushed and there was glass everywhere. Its hands were bent out of shape. He didn’t know much about watches but it didn’t look fixable. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just so darn clumsy. Why don’t I give you my number? Then you can call and I can pay you back, somehow.” Patty said. “Mooom? Let’s go, this place is boring,” Valerie said. “Well kids are a-callin', I’ll see you later maybe?” Patty said as she left the tent. The young man followed after the two, unsure of how he could help them. He saw them walking away. Patty had removed her sweater, her bosom on display in a white tank top and Valerie following behind her moaning and asking her new mother not to embarrass her more.

The end. Hope Y’all like it!

#role change #mental age progression #mental age regression #request #hypnosis #submission

[hutchhitched]

Blue (Part 16)

Yay for Saturdays! This is part 16 of my contribution to the Christmas challenge run by @everlarkchristmasgifts. If you’ve missed a chapter, the story page is here. Peeta’s cranky, and Katniss is bah humbug-ing. Enjoy!

 Prompt: Traditions

 “Mommy and Daddy are coming home tomorrow!” Daisy yells as she jumps from the third step down to the floor and runs into the kitchen.

 “You’re right, Daisy Doo! They are coming home tomorrow. Are you ready?” I ask and ruffle her hair affectionately.

 She nods vehemently and answers, “Yes, but I’m sad to be leaving you and Uncle Peeta.”

 “You are, huh?” Peeta says from across the room. He’s stirring oatmeal quietly and pointedly ignoring me.

 “We’ve had so much fun,” she sighs and takes a seat at the table.

 Lily and Poppy bound down the stairs a few seconds later, and the kitchen fills with the sounds of three happy children and coffee percolating. It’s a cozy scene that makes me slightly wistful. I didn’t ever think I’d have this, but now that I know what it can feel like…

 “What about you, Popsicle? Are you ready to see your parents again?” Peeta asks. “We’re sure going to miss you around here.”

 “Ready,” she asserts.

 Lily’s quick to add, “But we’ll see you on Christmas Eve, right? And you’re coming over on Christmas Day. You won’t have to miss us very long.”

 “Well, that’s a relief,” he says as he places bowls of oatmeal in front of each of us. He nudges the sugar bowl towards me and offers milk to Lily. “I don’t know what I’d do without my cutie patooties.”

 “Why are we having oatmeal today?” Lily asks. “I thought you were making pancakes.”

 “It’s tradition, Lovely Lily,” Peeta answers. “On the first day of Christmas break, my dad always made oatmeal for me and my two brothers. We had brown sugar and maple syrup and blueberries and granola and all sorts of other toppings, just like we do today.”

 “What’s a pradition?”

 Peeta chuckles and tugs on one of Poppy’s ponytails. “Tra-dition. It means something you do over and over.”

 “Like going tinkle?”

 I burst out in laughter, and Peeta tries really hard to keep a straight face before he loses it too. Poppy’s so sincere, which makes her question that much funnier. She looks at us with wide eyes while Lily and Daisy try to figure out what’s so funny.

 “Sorry, Poppy,” I gasp as I try to get myself under control. “A tradition isn’t the same thing as something you do every day. That’s called a routine. A tradition is kind of a special thing people do to commemorate or remember an important time or holiday or something like that.”

 “So, a tradition is the oatmeal thing with my dad or buying a real Christmas tree every year and putting the same ornaments on it,” Peeta explains. “I bet your mommy has some extra special traditions she celebrates with you.”

 “Like your birthday plate,” I add. “That red plate you get to use on your birthday, and she cooks you exactly what you want for dinner. Or going caroling with Grandma Everdeen. Or Grammy Hawthorne making Christmas ornaments with you every year.”

 “We string popcorn on Christmas Eve,” Daisy shouts, and I shake my head to clear my ear. Peeta’s right; young girl voices hurt sometimes.

 “Exactly, Daisy Doo. Your mom and I used to do that when we were kids together. We always managed to eat more than we put on the string.”

 “I bet you do too,” Peeta says, and the girls all nod sheepishly.

 “What traditions do you and Uncle Peeta have?” Lily asks with such an ornery expression on her face that I know she’s up to something.

 We’re silent for a few minutes before Peeta coughs and takes a huge bite of oatmeal. He swallows and then says over his cup of coffee, “We don’t really have that many. Your Aunt Katniss is a Grinch.”

 “I am not!” I yelp, offended at his suggestion I don’t enjoy the season. “I like doing fun stuff for Christmas.”

 “Like getting a tree?”

 I’m stunned silent by his barb. It’s true I wasn’t thrilled about going tree shopping on a school night, and it’s also true that I hardly ever help him decorate it. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to, though. He’s just better at it than I am.

 “We go to Christmas parties together every year. That’s a tradition.”

 “I had to force you to put on a dress for mine. That’s also a tradition.”

 “We always watch the same Christmas movies.”

 “Sitting on the couch is super hard,” he replies dryly, and I realize I’m not winning this fight.

 “Well, what do you want us to do then?” I demand and stir my oatmeal angrily. “Sorry I’ve got other things on my mind and don’t always want to hang mistletoe and all that other crap.”

 The girls stare at me, and Peeta pushes back from the table and takes his bowl and spoon to the sink.

 “I’m going to work in the office for a little bit. Let me know when you girls are ready for the last Advent calendar activity with your Uncle Peeta.”

 Frustrated, I follow him and hiss his name so the girls won’t hear me. “What did I do wrong this time?”

 He looks at me for a few moments, and I see the muscles in his jaw tensing and releasing repeatedly.

 “It’s nothing,” he says quietly.

 “It’s not nothing. What’s going on?” I sound like I’m about to cry, which surprises me. I didn’t realize I was that upset.

 “We’ll talk about it once the girls are gone. I’m not ruining the last full day they’re here by arguing with you,” he insists. “It’s not that important.”

 But I have a bad feeling it is. If it wasn’t a significant conversation, he wouldn’t delay it until the girls are back with their parents. I head back to the kitchen with a knot of apprehension in my stomach and try to distract myself with the sweetness of my nieces. Unfortunately, it doesn’t really work.

#everlarkchristmasgifts #everlark #everlark fanfiction #blue #traditions