#uh. i contain multitudes. WHICH MEANS I CAN BE IN TWO PLACES IN ONCE YES

[lilblog-asatreat]

15 and Barry!

15. paying attention when they are talking about their passions

Still taking prompts from this prompt list!

Barry is a man with a lot of patience. He has to be, especially now that he's on a seemingly impossible mission to save all of existence with studying the Light of Creation being one of the only ways to figure out a way to stop the Hunger once and for all. A job that is also nearly impossible for the simple fact that, more often than not, even when they do happen to find the Light early on in a cycle, it's usually with people who won't give them access to it until they've proven themselves worthy by the end of the year. A few weeks, at best, every two to three cycles is not enough time to get any meaningful information from it.

This is why Merle being taught the ability of Parlay was such an exciting breakthrough. Getting a direct line to the Hunger has got to be the biggest and best accomplishment they've ever had. His frusteration with not getting the Light in Tesseralia until the end of the cycle had evaporated completely with this news... until Merle came back the next cycle with no information whatsoever.

It was only the first meeting though. It established that communication was possible, that there was someone who Merle could communicate with which is big in and of itself, and Merle was eager enough to jump right back in after telling everyone what happened.

It sucked that Merle died again after less than fifteen minutes, but he did come back with news that he got something from John even if it was obvious and really broad with a dash of confusion on the part of everyone on the Starblaster. What does growing larger than the limitations placed on living things even mean? How do you overtake the creator of limitations?

Barry isn't too thrilled the Hunger is getting information on them too, but that is how conversations work. He has to be patient.

He reminds himself of this as he listens to the end of Merle's third report: in exchange of giving them in detail specs of the ship, they got... John's previous occupation and the fact that the Hunger contains multitudes, much of which he and his family have already seen as he added more planes to his mass.

"Hey- hey, Merle? Just as like a tactician I guess am I- am I the tactical officer?" Magnus asks.

"Yeah, you're proficient in that," Merle agrees.

"Yeah yeah yeah, maybe stop giving him so much tactical information about, you know, our ship and how we escape him every time? Just aaaaa suggestion?" Magnus says, crossing his arms. "We're learning a lot about him esoterically, but not like... weaknesses, strengths, fighting... uhhh"

"Okay, I'll just say, 'how do I kill you, John'. I'll just ask that next time, smartass." Merle says heatedly with his hands on his hips.

"That's what he's asking you!" Magnus exclaims exasperatedly.

"No he's not! He's-"

"His first question was how do you come back to life! That's how do I kill you for good, Merle!"

"I don't know!"

"Okay, guys? We can't fight over this, alright?" Davenport says as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Merle, Magnus has a point. Next time he asks you something like that, can you please be a little more vague in your answer? It's fine if you have to give him an answer to get him to continue talking to you, but we can't afford to have you tell him everything about us."

Merle slumps his shoulders. "Yes, Captain."

Lucretia closes the notebook she was writing in and tucks it underneath her arm. "Are you ready to go back, Merle? We could use any more information you can get out of him."

Merle shakes his head. "I'm uh, I'm actually going to take a break this cycle. Dying sucks, and I haven't tended to my plants in three years. They're probably all dead by now, but I can replace them with whatever plants this next planet has to offer, I guess."

"That's fair," Lup says. "Not gonna lie, it's been weird not seeing you at the dining table for three years in a row. I'm kind of glad you're sticking around this time."

Merle smiles, and opens his mouth to say something, but Taako cuts him off.

"Yeah, you know you don't have to go talk to him at the beginning of the cycle, right? Especially if you dying is going to uh... become a thing? Like, you can just wait until we're all about to leave anyway, my dude."

"I don't know, I kind of like getting it out of the way," Merle says with a shrug. "But I would rather spend time with you all, so we'll see."

Everyone disperses after that. Barry watches Merle walk down the stairs to head back to his quarters before he remembers that he needed to talk to him about something really important now that he's going to be back with them for the year. He runs to the top of the stairs and calls out, "Merle, wait! I need to tell you something!"

Merle pops his head back around the stairwell to look up at him. "Is it about John?"

Barry shakes his head. "It's about... well... it's about your plants." He starts feeling jittery as he walks down the steps. Is Merle going to be mad he went into his room everyday for the past three years?

"Okay? What about them, Bar?"

He stops in front of Merle and starts to fidget with his hands. It's been over thirty-three years since he's met him. He knows he's probably not going to mind, but he's still getting needlessly stressed about this.

Maybe he needs to increase his dose of anxiety meds.

"Um... so since I knew you weren't going to be back to take care of them for a while, I kind of... um... I started taking care of them for you? I'm sorry if it wasn't cool of me to go in your room. I promise I didn't touch or move anything except the plants, but I remembered the routines you were telling me about that you have on how you take care of them, and I thought I'd give it a shot? I managed not to kill any of them which I'm sure you'd be glad to hear, but the marigolds from cycle 25 came close. Also, last cycle I found a seller who had bags of plant food that was similar to the stuff you brought from home, and the few plants you still have from home loved it! I have some extra bags of it in my room for you, so it should last a while. Oh, and I know you said you've always wanted to get a philodendron pink princess, and I found one back in cycle 31, so I got that for you, and- hey, are you okay?" Barry looks at Merle with concern as his eyes start to tear up.

"Yeah, I'm good, I just... I didn't think anyone actually listened to me when I talked about my plants. Thank you."

Barry kneels down to let Merle in for a hug. "Of course I listened. I know it's important to you, and after looking after them for the past few years, I kind of get it. I'm still not the biggest fan of dirt, but it was really cool to watch them grow and know I was helping to make that happen."

Merle laughs and pulls away from the hug. "It's really cool, isn't it? It's really something special. I know not everyone can be a fan of dirt though, so thank you. Really. That really means a lot that you did this for me."

Barry smiles and stands up, feeling the anxiety leave him completely. "Of course. Now go get some rest. You've earned it."

Merle smiles and nods. "You too, Bluejeans. See ya at around dinner time?"

"You bet!"

#thank you for the ask!!! #taz #taz balance #taz fanfic #barry bluejeans #merle highchurch #ipre #a gift from Gab #written works of Gab

[nonbinary-renfri]

inspired by this post by @elliestormfound

It’s Lambert’s turn to cook dinner tonight for the witchers wintering in the keep and he’s feeling rather inspired, after Geralt and Eskel went ice fishing and came back with four lovely large trout. Going down to the root cellar while the other two witchers were taking care of the gutting and cleaning and de-scaling of the fish out in the yard, Lambert picked out some onions and some potatoes and some garlic. He also took a container of the goat milk butter they’d started making after Eskel had insisted on getting the keep its own mini goat herd. The animals themselves were stinky, ungrateful bastards, but even Lambert would admit having the fresh milk was nice. Once they finally figured out this goat cheese thing, it’d be even nicer.

But for now Lambert’s heading back upstairs with a basket full of potatoes and onions and garlic and is greeted by some absolutely beautiful fish fillets laid out on the kitchen counter. A lesser man- such as many high-class chefs with their fancy restaurants in the cities- might shed a tear at the sight of such divine knife work. Lambert is so glad Eskel let Geralt do the filleting this time.

He dices onions and garlic and preps the potatoes, washing them and piercing them in several places with a knife. The wood-stove is already lit, doing its best to spread fingers of warmth through Kaer Morhen’s cold stones. Opening up two of the burners, Lambert plunks down a pair of heavy iron saucepans onto the stove. He makes two batches of an onion-butter sauce, one with garlic and one without. While that’s simmering, he seasons the fish with rock salt that he’s fairly certain Vesemir collects and grinds himself, and then divides the fillets out evenly between two baking pans. Lambert pours the sauce over the fish before sliding them, along with the potatoes, into the large oven to slow cook.

With some time to kill, he washes the dishes he’s created so far and then starts poking around in the kitchen cabinets. He finds things he knew were there, like shelves filled with jars of different spices and a section dedicated to baking supplies, and things he didn’t, like glass bottles of apple cider in a bottom cupboard. Lambert uncorks one and sniffs it, and, yep, that is apple cider and it’s still fairly fresh too, probably squeezed and bottled by Vesemir this past autumn. He doesn’t think the old man will mind awfully if Lambert commandeers some of it; it’s for a good cause, and it’s not like Vesemir won’t also get a share of it.

Putting a larger pot on the stove top, Lambert mixes up a hot drink made with apple cider, a splash of squeezed fruit juice, and spices. Sticks of cinnamon and dried orange and lemon slices float in bubbling amber liquid as it simmers on the burner. Dinner will be done before the wassail is, but that’s alright; they can have it as a nice follow-up afterwards.

Lambert glances up from stirring the drink as Vesemir enters the kitchen. The old witcher is carrying a basket with fresh broccoli from the winter garden, tiny bits of ice glimmering on green buds from being washed outdoors in the cold. Taking a deep breath in, he smiles appreciatively. “It smells delicious.” Yellow irises find the bottles of apple cider out on the countertop. “Ah. I see you got into my juice stores.”

“For a good cause, old man.”

Vesemir’s nostrils flare as he leans towards the pot. “Yes, indeed. An after-dinner treat?”

How does he always know these things. “Yeah,” Lambert admits.

“Would you be willing to trust me to watch over your handiwork for a bit? I thought I would add broccoli to the menu tonight, but the table in the hall could really use a wipe down before we sit down to eat.”

“Sure, I can go do that. Stir the pot on the stove occasionally and don’t fucking burn my food, okay?”

Vesemir acquiesces with a nod and waves the younger witcher out the door.

The table is rather dusty and bread crumb-covered from a multitude of meals, so Lambert wipes it down with a dry cloth and then a wet one. He also takes the opportunity to set the table, putting out plates and silverware for all the witchers, though not in the pompous, shitty way a noble household would. Just a fork and a knife, thank you very much. The butter dish and the ceramic howling wolf salt and pepper shakers Eskel had brought back one winter go on the table too. Vesemir keeps his eyes on the broccoli he has searing on the stove as Lambert comes in and out of the kitchen, pretending not to notice as the younger snags napkins for the table that he knows will be neatly folded beside their plates. And he thinks they don’t know that he cares.

Eventually all the food is done cooking and the old witcher lets Lambert take care of the plating of things, helping him carry the platters of roast potatoes and fish and broccoli into the hall. The smells must reach the other witchers in the keep as Geralt and Eskel quickly appear at the door, dressed in clean clothes with cheeks pink-flushed and the slightly spicy-sweet scent from the witch hazel soap they keep in the hot springs wafting off of them.

“Wow, that smells good,” Eskel comments. Geralt’s nostrils flare in agreement and the two are quick to take their usual seats at the table, eagerly eyeing the spread in front of them.

As soon as Vesemir fills his plate, the rest of them are free to dig in as well. Scenting the air, mouth partway open, Geralt gravitates towards the fish without garlic and scoops a good chunk onto his plate. Eskel takes a smaller piece from the same pan and a similar one from the other as well. Like Vesemir, Lambert takes a big serving of the fish with garlic. They all take potatoes and cut them open, steam wafting into the air from the well-cooked soft white insides. Goat butter melts quickly from the heat and they sprinkle rock salt on top of potatoes now drenched in gold. Broccoli joins the rest of the food on their plates and they eat in silence for a while, too hungry from the day’s work and grateful for a good meal to have the wherewithal to interrupt it with conversation.

Eventually though, as Vesemir and Geralt go back for second servings of their preferred fish and Eskel takes more broccoli, they find themselves able to take their concentration enough off the food to talk.

“Thank you for making dinner, Lambert,” Geralt says, because sometimes he can be a polite bastard. Lambert suspects it has something to do with all that time the white-haired man spends around a certain uppity sorceress.

“Yeah, thanks,” Eskel parrots, talking through a mouthful of potato because he doesn’t have a questionable influence in his life to teach him courtly manners. “’S delicious.”

Vesemir nods in agreement. “Quite.”

Resisting the urge to shrug off the praise, Lambert pretends the tips of his ears aren’t turning red. “Mhmm. Yeah. Uh. You’re welcome, I guess.” He remembers the wassail he has simmering in the kitchen still, and takes the excuse to flee the room. “Hot drinks, for after dinner. Should be done, so I’ll, uh, go get them.” Getting up and walking away, he waits until he’s completely out of eyesight of the others, because Vesemir would somehow fucking know if he didn’t, before he lets the bubbling warm feeling in his chest spill onto his face. He smiles the entire walk back to the kitchen.

Returning with a big wooden pitcher full of hot wassail that drifts the sweet scents of apples, citrus, and spices into the air with curls of steam, he pours it into the mugs gathered at the far end of the table, placing one in front of each witcher.

Vesemir, the madman, doesn’t even blow on his before gulping down a large mouthful. He swallows and immediately goes back for a second, humming his approval.

Slightly more cautious, Eskel blows on the surface of his drink before trying it. His face changes to a contemplative look and then he nods, seemingly in approval.

Geralt takes a sip from his mug with an unreadable expression. Lambert watches him carefully, knowing the other witcher can’t stand to drink apple cider on its own. Taking another sip, Geralt lets out a quiet grunt.

Lambert’s voice gets ahead of his head. “So? Is it good?” Shit shit shit way too pushy, what, do you need validation or something-

Shrugging, Geralt says, like he’s simply stating a fact, “Everything you make is good.”

There is a pleased yet embarrassed heat rising in Lambert’s cheeks, because Geralt doesn't say nice things when he doesn't mean them. “Fuck you.” Dammit, why can’t he be the kind of person who just goes speechless in moments like this.

Geralt doesn’t reply, but he’s smiling in that tiny way he thinks is unnoticeable, with the very corners of his lips and the tilt of his eyebrows, or something. The white-haired witcher doesn’t go back for seconds of the hot drink like Eskel does, or fourths like Vesemir, but he finishes the mug that Lambert poured for him, which is compliment enough in the younger’s opinion.

It’s a good night, he thinks, as they finish their drinks and Geralt and Eskel take the dishes back to the kitchen to scrub them clean. Even better as they all pile into the study, with it’s warm wooden walls and bearskin rugs a ballast against the winter’s chill. They quickly have a fire burning bright in the hearth, and the room becomes cozy and comfortable. Vesemir settles into his armchair with the old bestiary he’s currently annotating and the three younger witchers tangle together in a pile on the fur splayed before the fire. They wrestle lazily for a bit before sprawling out drowsily, serene and drifting somewhere close to sleep.

In the early hours of the next morning the armchair is empty, bestiary shut neatly on the accent table beside it, and the fire has reduced itself to cold ashes. Lambert wakes up to white hair tickling his nose and his feet tangled with Eskel’s, the other man’s calves laying on top of Geralt’s knees. Soft fur brushes his chin from the bearskin that had been spread over the three of them sometime in the night, keeping them warm beneath it with their combined body heat long after the fire had died out. There’s no window in this room but Lambert has a feeling it’s still not late enough for them to need to get up, so he lies there with his eyes closed, simply enjoying the weight and warmth of his brothers beside him.

#i know that post is kinda old now lol #but i'm p busy so it took me a bit to finish this #i love writing cooking and food tho so. i knew i had to #maybe it's a lot of my fantasy background being redwall and other brian jacques books #and that man loves his food #fish recipe based off my grandma's salmon #i don't have it on hand but i need to get it again bc i really like it #part of what makes cooking a loving thing for me is learning ppl's tastes #like my mom doesn't enjoy garlic #so i adjust what i cook to have less or no garlic if she's eating it to #the point of cooking for someone is making them something they'll enjoy #i just think lambert would b thotful like that #also enjoy my many headcanons abt what kaer morhen is like #the witcher #lambert #geralt of rivia #eskel #vesemir #yennefer of vengerberg #food #cooking #the witcher fic #kaer morhen #writing #my writing #mine #yes i did eventually learn that in the games lambert can’t cook. no i don’t care

[emilycollins00]

A3 actors! Stage for two

Type: Oneshot

Pairing: Citron x Reader

Themes: Crushes / Entertainment

There were two noticeable things the workers from the shopping district of Veludo Way could say about Y/N with absolutely certainty; One, you would go out of your way to help anyone in need and two, you had a humongous crush on the extravagant and lovable Citron from Mankai. 

"Morning my dearest ladies! I have come to find the best products in the city" the young man arrived with his hands already full of bags, smiling at both you and your mother. Looks like it was his turn to do shopping although he pretty much spent his morning around the district anyway. 

"Oh, you flatterer" your mom scolded him but laughed delighted, visibly loving the words “What can we get for you today?” 

Even as you took out some new boxes from inside the store, and therefore only showing your back, you could still feel the heat in your cheeks spreading by the sound of his voice "Fufu, I see lovely Y/N at the store today!" 

You laughed nervously, not expecting to be noticed “M-morning, Citron!” you turned to greet him while wishing you had at least brought another shirt on this very hot day. It was only midday and you were already sweating. 

It had turned into a custom for some time now for the blond foreigner to visit the shops, becoming in no time the idol of the district. He was usually found helping the old owners and grandmas with heavy tasks or just chatting around with everyone. At times he even displayed some street acts which also helped attract clients. “So, do you have any performance for us today?”

"Ah, I’m afraid this time the tail of wonders will have to wait as I’m in a hurry for food”” 

"You meant a tale, didn’t you?" The owner of the bakery in front of your shop, a man in his fifties laughed noisy but genuinely "I swear… don't know how you can still make understandable sentences, boy" 

Citron smiled, placing one of his hands over his chest "Yes, the Japanese language is tricky Ookami-san! Perhaps I could reach you some tongue twister from my native country for a friendly competition” 

The old baker laughed again, not bothering to correct him "I'd like that! I'm sure we could have a good time"

"Here you go Citron-san" your mother called him as she handed you the big bag "I added a few products we just got this morning, enjoy them with everyone at Mankai" 

"You are too generous, ma’am. I’ll make sure everyone tastes the deliciousness you provided for us” 

“Her- uh, Here you go Citron” you looked up to see if he would take his order when you found him staring at you with a warm, gorgeous smile. 

“Honda-san just told me you went this morning to help her cleaning the store, yes?” you nodded shortly, mentally face palming yourself. Why did he always ended up knowing what were you doing? No, why did everyone decided they needed to play cupid for you? 

“Please do ask for me if you do again hard work. I will happily go with you” he kept talking earnestly. Your mouth opened and closed with no words coming out of it. You cursed your blank state of mind around him. 

“I, um will. Yes. I’ll call. You, I mean. Uh… Thanks”

“No, thank you, miss Y/N. Hope you have an enjoyable day” 

You both bowed, managing to exchange a normal farewell. As he left, you couldn’t help but stare longingly at his back. Once he wasn't visible anymore, you let out a brief sight. All the tension you had contained leaving your body. 

"Oh come on, Y/N, you should have at least asked him how was his day" 

"Mom!"

"Still becoming a mess when Citron appears in front of them, uh?" one of your usual clients, an old lady living not far, smiled sympathetically at your mother. A few other laughed agreeing with the comment.

"No man like that stays single for long, Y/N. Even I fell for his personality and looks after the first time I saw him" Ookami crossed his arms in serious thought.

You groaned frustrated "Could everyone stop talking as if I wasn't here, please?" you got comments like that every time Citron came. And he came by A LOT.

"We are just saying, honey" your mother cleaned her hands and put a hand on your shoulder "Citron-san is a wonderful man and you yourself are a lovely and reliable person. If you like him that much, you should try to ask him go somewhere together"

"Yeah, I'm sure he'd be delighted to go anywhere"

"Right, last time as he helped me carry the new furniture to my house he saw the Kokeshi Doll I bought in Kyoto for my grandchildren, and his eyes went wide"

“Ah, but Kyoto is too far, don’t you think?”

"Oh, that's right you went to visit your sister! How's she?"

Everyone finally seemed to leave the topic of your living crush behind, so you went on to prepare the orders of the new coming clients.

It was not as if you liked evolving into a tomato whenever you saw Citron. His gentle mannerisms and way of talking just marvelled you and you found too endearing whenever he misspoke a word and laughed at it rather than becoming frustrated. Before you knew it, every time you started talking with him you couldn’t even look directly at his eyes without making a fool of yourself.

Also, he was one of the most good-looking people you had seen.

                                      .......................………………….

Next day, Citron arrived earlier than he usually did. He had a bunch of posters so it was most likely they had a new performance approaching and everyone at the theatre started publiciting again.

“This is beautibul Citron-san! Which turn is it, Summer troupe right?” your mother took one and posted on the walk of the store “Those kids are genuily adorable”

He nodded proudly “Yes, Sakyo asked me to come and prepare a few acts while I was delivering our publicity. Also because I failed lottery for choosing pairs I was hoping I could find a another one for today’s act” he looked at you, awaiting for what you thought was a confirmation from your part.

Oh?

Oh, no. You laughed looking around for some hole to hide in. He couldn't POSSIBLY be asking you. Even Ookami-san would do a better job.

“Please Y/N, I am in real need of imittance”

Just how did this person come up with such complex words?! “…you mean assistance?”

“Yes, that is correct!” he walked behind you and push you in the middle of the street “Don’t worry, I’m a professional. We’ll have a very good time!”

“Please Citron, I-“

“Oh my, what a wonderful vision has appeared in my sight! If it’s not the goddess of my dreams!" his loud voice caught many casual strollers, stopping to take a look at what was going to happen. You on the other hand, wanted to be able to turn invisible. You couldn’t talk normally to him on a good day. How could you make a good acting partner?

"A street act?"

"Seems like it. Wanna watch?"

"Ey, he's a member of the Mankai theatre! I saw their last performance; they are crazy good!"

You stood there in silence, still not knowing what to do. Suddenly, the foreigner took both of your hands and leaned closer. Great, now besides wanting to turn invisible, you also started wishing your hands stopped sweating so much.

"Since the first time we met, your self has run through my mind day and night, I can’t stop these feelings anymore!” he let go of your hands as he opened his arms, going on a monologue that you tried to follow, but ultimately failed. You saw from the corner of your eye your mom and everyone else invested in the performance.

“…and so, will you do me honour of accompanying me tonight to a tour over the river, to enjoy the gazing of the stars together?"

Everyone's faces turned to you, waiting in anticipation. What were you supposed to say? "I, ah… yes, I’ll go to the river with you" 

“Thank you for granting this poor dreamer his wish. My eternal heart is to you” he kneeled and kissed the back of your hand.

 A few seconds later, Citron got up and bowed. Not surprisingly, the crowd burst in applauses. There were some who were even whistling. 

“That was amazing!”

“Oh god, how can someone be so charming!” 

True to many comments, one of the few times when the foreigner seemed to concentrate better on using words was on his performances. Of course, this one hadn’t been an exception. 

“Sweetie that was amazing!” your mother clapped her hands as she walked to you “Such a romantic act, Citron-san is a very good actor”

As some of the people from the district called you out trying to poke fun at you or just to say you did good, you looked at the other big gathering crowd were Citron was, at the moment, greeting and sharing posters. At one point, you both exchanged glanced, him winking at your direction. You blushed furiously. Just what had happened? 

After the multitude left, you heard the young man calling for you. The thumping you had managed to calm down started racing at full speed “So, Miss Y/N” he pronounced your name tenderly “I assume I could meet as we said for a walk over the river tonight?”

What?

"U-uh? Wasn’t that the…? I mean, you usually- Uh?"

"Every act we actors perform hides some truth or desire in it" he winked at you again. You wished he didn't. It wasn't good for your heart "I was hoping we could make it true"

You stopped working. Feeling his grey eyes still on you, you remember an answer was supposed to happen so you tried to nod, knowing if you opened your mouth something wrong would come out of it.

Citron blinded you with the biggest smile you had seen him "Wonderful! I hope picking you would be alright, yes?" you nodded again, still not saying a word. He laughed taking your hand, similar at how he had done in the street act "Then, until tonight arrives, lovely lady"

You didn't know how your legs didn't gave up before you walked inside your house. One thing was certain thought.

You were sure you had been picked up by a prince in disguise.

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I had so much fun writing this Citron oneshot. I feel like he doesn’t really have filtrer or at least, he doesn’t feel like using it most of the time but well, it’s hilarious I guess it’s okay. He’s indeed a key character in Mankai. 

Hope you guys liked it! Have a wonderful day!

#a3 #mankai a3! #act addict actors #a3 act #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3! imagines #reader insert #citron #spring troupe #citron x reader #oneshot #a3 game

[noona-clock]

One More Round 🐢🍕🎃

Congrtulations again on your milestone, B! You are so deserving and thank you for opening your requests! Can I please request for a fluff with Mark Tuan where they spot each other with matching costumes at a party? Thank you 💚💚💚

Here you go, @inkahgase! I’m super nervous to write Mark for you -- the Mark Queen -- so I hope you like it!!

Genre: College!AU/Fluff

Pairing: Mark Tuan x You (Female Reader)

Warnings: None

Words: 1,925

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you heard your roommate’s voice squealing.

Your eyes searched around the room until you spotted her weaving through the crowd of people toward you.

“Oh my god!” she repeated, her eyes alight with excitement as she finally reached you. She put a hand on your forearm and squeezed it, and she wasn’t doing anything to contain her delighted smile.

“What?” you asked, raising your voice slightly over the spooky music playing in the background.

Your next-door neighbor was throwing a Halloween party right before your university’s fall break, and you and your roommate were only two of many people in attendance -- and in costume, of course.

“Guess what I just saw?” your roommate inquired with a very amused smirk. “I mean -- guess who?!”

“Who? What are you talking about?” You shifted your gaze from your roommate to search around the room. You didn’t know what you were looking for, but you were extremely curious to find out.

“There’s a group of guys over there who are dressed as the Ninja Turtles,” she told you, placing her mouth close to your ear so you would most definitely hear her.

Your lips immediately pulled into a grin. “Oh my god,” you chuckled.

“You have to go find them! Talk to them! Or at least take a picture with them,” your roommate giggled as she nudged your side. “They’re over there.”

You followed her index finger pointing over to the other side of the room, and you narrowed your eyes as you scoured the multitude of people in costumes surrounding you.

The Black Panther, a sexy doctor/nurse combo, Mario and Luigi, Tarzan, a unicorn...

Aha!

Your eyes landed on four heads, two dark-haired and two blonde, donning four different colored eye masks: red, purple, orange, and blue. A soft chuckle escaped through your nose, and you nodded at your roommate to let her know you were going to head over there.

Just as she had done not two minutes ago, you weaved your way through the crowd, twisting and turning so the corners of your costume wouldn’t hit anyone. You had no idea who these guys were, but your costume fit so well with theirs, they would surely be delighted to see you.

When you broke through the crowd to approach them, you leaped out in front of them, standing in a wide-legged stance and holding your arms out as a manner of introducing yourself.

“Whoa!” one of the blonde guys - the one dressed as Donatello - cried, obviously extremely amused. “Dudes! Look! It’s our favorite food!”

You looked down at your pizza costume, gesturing to it before looking back up at the guys with a huge grin.

“I thought you would be happy to see me,” you chuckled.

“Okay, we have to get a picture with you,” one of the dark-haired guys dressed as Leonardo announced, reaching into his pocket for, presumably, his phone.

“Yeah, absolutely!” you agreed.

While Leonardo asked a nearby vampire to be the photographer, the other three ninjas gathered near you to get ready to pose. You put your hands on your hips proudly, and when the vampire held the phone up to take the picture, you plastered a somewhat sly smirk on your lips. The four ninjas either gestured to you or held out their fists with pinkies and thumbs extended in typical Ninja Turtle fashion.

“Hey, awesome!” the dark-haired guy dressed as Michaelangelo cried once the vampire handed the phone back to Leonardo.

“I’m Jackson, by the way,” Donatello greeted, turning to you and holding out his hand for a handshake.

You grinned at him, shaking his hand and introducing yourself right back.

Jackson/Donatello then turned to his friends and said, “This is Yugyeom, BamBam, and Mark.” He had pointed to Leonardo, Michaelangelo, and finally Raphael, respectively, and you shook all of their hands, too.

It wasn’t until you shook Mark/Raphael’s hand that you realized...

Okay, all of them were, like, really cute?

And the way Mark smiled at you all shy and bashful and adorable... the way he softly said your name and how you could tell his cheeks were flushing even under his eye mask...

“Nice to meet you,” you said, not letting your eyes leave Mark’s for even a millisecond.

I mean, all of them were cute, yes.

But... I don’t know.

Maybe it was the way the red Raphael eye mask complemented his blonde hair, but there was something about Mark...

Something...

Well, to put it bluntly, if any of these Ninja Turtles were going to eat your pizza, you’d want it to be him.

“Uh... I --” Jackson began, and your eyes shifted only momentarily to glance over at him -- though it was long enough to see there was something curiously suspicious going on in his head. “I’m gonna get some snacks. Y/N, Mark, do you guys want anything?”

“Oh, no, thank you,” you answered with a shake of your head, and Mark answered likewise a few moments later.

“Bam, Yugyeom, come with me,” Jackson said.

“I don’t want any --”

“Come with me,” Jackson insisted, grabbing both of his turtle brothers by their arms and dragging them away.

...Okay, now the curiously suspicious thing made sense.

Obviously, you’d made your first impression of Mark... obvious.

When you shifted your gaze from the retreating turtles back over to Mark, you pressed your lips together to keep from smiling like a goofball. His cheeks were a nice shade of pink, clashing somewhat with his red eye mask, but he was still one of the most adorable things you’d ever seen.

“Sorry,” he murmured shyly, just barely making eye contact with you. “Jackson is... Jackson.”

“I think we all have one of those friends,” you agreed with a friendly chuckle.

A slight grin pulled at Mark’s lips, and then he rolled his eyes as he said, “He’s been trying to set me up all semester long. He says I don’t get out enough or something.”

“Funnily enough,” you replied. “My roommate says the same thing.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t like meeting new people because you did! This whole scenario was proof of that!

It’s just that you weren’t very good at managing stress, and university was -- surprise surprise! -- quite stressful. So, rather than going out to bars or parties every weekend, you spent most of your free time on your couch watching Netflix or playing video games.

“He doesn’t understand that playing video games is much more tempting than being in a huge crowd of people I don’t know,” Mark continued, and you almost jerked your head back in surprise.

You had just been thinking about playing video games, and Mark had just said he played video games.

“Which games do you play?” you asked, taking a step forward when you felt someone trying to squeeze by behind you.

Mark raised his eyebrows, and the smile which had tugged at the corners of his lips earlier grew just a little. “Uh... The usual, I guess. Fortnite, Overwatch, Grand Theft Auto, League of --”

“No way, League of Legends?” you interrupted. You could feel the excitement sparking in your eyes, and your heart skipped a tiny beat as Mark’s smile grew even wider.

“Yeah,” he answered with a soft chuckle.

“Dude, I would kill you in League of Legends,” you announced with a slight purse of your lips.

“Oh, yeah, right,” he replied, his grin growing even more.

“I would!”

“You don’t know that! You’ve never even played with me before!”

“I don’t need to,” you declared confidently, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m really, really good, so I just know I would beat you.”

Mark’s grin then transformed into a lopsided smirk that was both adorable and sexy at the same time, and he replied teasingly, “If we weren’t about to be on Fall Break, I would challenge you to a game tomorrow.”

Okay, so. You were not in the habit of inviting guys you’d just met over to your apartment. But before you knew it, the words were coming out of your mouth.

“Well, the joke’s on you, because I live right next door. We can go over there now and see what happens.”

You almost immediately regretted your actions, but to your surprise, Mark’s brows shot halfway up his forehead and he tilted his head.

“You’re on,” he said.

And that’s how you found yourself, pizza costume and all, sitting on your couch playing a video game with Raphael the Ninja Turtle.

“Don’t you dare go easy on me, Mark!” you cried just before you killed his character yet again.

“I’m not!” Mark assured you with a laugh. “I swear, I’m not going on easy on you.”

“Then why do I keep killing you?” you asked, pausing the game and setting down your controller to look over at him. And then your features quickly morphed into a very satisfied, very smug expression. “Oh yeah, that’s right. Because I’m super good at this game. I told you.”

“You did tell me,” Mark chuckled, shaking his head. “I should’ve listened.”

You turned back toward the television, but before you could unpause the game, you heard a soft buzzing come from Mark’s pocket.

He murmured a ‘hold on a second’ and lifted his butt off the couch so he could reach in to retrieve his phone. He quickly tapped on the screen and brought it up to his ear.

“Yeah?” he answered.

You pressed your lips together awkwardly, your eyes searching around the room and trying not to be obvious that you were extremely curious about who he was talking to.

“Oh, yeah, no -- I -- the pizza girl we met, she lives next door, we’re just playing some video games,” he said, and you assumed it was one of the other Ninja Turtles. Most likely Jackson since he had been the one to leave the two of you alone earlier.

“Yeah, all good,” Mark murmured. “Uh-huh. Okay, see you later.”

He hung up and gently tossed his phone to the other side of the couch before letting out a somewhat nervous sigh. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled.

“Oh, no, it’s fine!” you assured him. “You can -- do you need to go?”

Mark glanced over at you with a shy smile. “No, I -- I mean, unless you want me to --”

“No,” you interrupted swiftly. “I... I don’t want you to go.”

Because, even though the two of you were still dressed up as a Ninja Turtle and a slice of pizza, you were having fun. A lot of fun. It had been longer than you could remember since you’d played video games with someone who liked them as much as you did, and it had been even longer since you’d met a guy you might actually be interested in.

Both of those things were happening right now, and you didn’t want to ruin it.

Mark’s shy smile grew a little, and you could tell he was trying to hold back from full-on smiling like an idiot. “Okay,” he murmured. “One more round, and this time, I will beat you.”

“Yeah, right,” you laughed, picking your controller back up and starting another game. “You wish.”

You weren’t sure why, but you had a sneaking feeling that the ‘one more round’ would turn into multiple ‘one more rounds.’ And... not just tonight. But for a lot of nights in the future.

And you were more than okay with that.

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[xoexoxhoe]

Meeting Monsta X in Tokyo after KCON

A/N: YALL. SO- I’m currently in Japan and crying because although im in my mother land- I WAS UNABLE TO SEE OUR BEAUTIFUL BOYS AND GIRLS OF THE INDUSTRY AT KCON CUZ 1) i’m broke, and 2) i’m broke and my dad would kill me if I left my family for that. BUT anyways- I wrote this on the plane because I was just filled with sympathy for myself and literally broke down with my family cause I just wanna be there 😂Hope ya’ll enjoy this imagine! Cuz I enjoyed writing it. (Rant over)

Takoyaki in a park + Tokyo + Monsta X? Oh, sign me up plz 😪✨

MONSTA X & Y/N 

The flight to Japan felt way too long for comfort, but you beared with it anyways. The service was amazing, and you couldn’t shake the sense of excitement that you felt as your plane finally touched down in Tokyo. Your mask, sweatpants, and oversized sweatshirt made you unrecognizable to even your own family. Your brother poked fun at you, saying you looked like ‘one of your Kpop boys trying to evade the paparazzi’, to which you nodded and told him that’s exactly what you were doing. He’d roll his eyes as you both caught up to your father, questioning what the days agenda would entail, begging to go and see at least one anime store of the sort.

Your earphones blared a multitude of Kpop songs, ranging from your beloved Monsta X to your treasured ATEEZ. Your parents could barely get your attention after you had a good look at Monsta X’s posters scattered around parts of the airport, all promoting the one thing you truly wished you could attend: KCON Japan.

“Mom, I’m literally going to die if I don’t go one day.”

Your mom shrugged her shoulders, “Sweetie, you never know, we’re here for a few days, maybe you’ll see them after all.” she gave you a quick wink before helping your father with a few bags.

“Yeah, your mother is right, Y/N. We have a lot of walking to do, I’m sure you’ll see at least one famous person.” Your dad heaved your suitcase off of the large conveyer and you smiled.

“Having a hard time there, buddy?” You teased, looking back at your brother for reassurance.

Your dad stuck out his index finger, shaking it while scolding you, “Now, now, don’t start acting up on me just yet.”

Your brother cackled, “Easy, tiger. The trip only began twenty minutes ago and we’re already fighting.”

The car ride to the hotel you stayed at was shorter than you expected, and you enjoyed taking in the beautiful sights of various temples, food stands, as well as locals and tourists alike hustling around the large city roads. Your dad felt the need to find a ramen place as soon as you checked into the hotel and got situated.

“I- I don’t mean to be rude, Dad, but can I go ahead and walk around a bit on my own?” you gave your dad those signature puppy eyes of yours, ensuring that your lips were extra pouty.

“Y/N, if I let you go will you promise to at least hang out with your super cool family for the rest of the trip?”

You winked at your dad after coming out of the bathroom sporting a new outfit and your backpack, heading for the door,“Matta ne! (See you later!)”

Your mom hollered down the hallway as you sauntered towards the elevators, “Back by ten, no later!”

“Ara, umma! (Got it mom!)”

The city of Tokyo was exceptionally beautiful this time of year. The sakura season was coming to a bittersweet end, but the few flurries left of pink flowers signifying that Spring was alive and well created a soft smile that spread across your face. As you crossed a bridge overlooking a small pond, you heard a few shrill screams, causing your head to tilt in confusion. After craning your neck over the trees across the park, you saw a few girls holding pieces of paper with what appeared to be signatures. You rolled your eyes, not at the girls, but at the fact that they’ve probably seen idols who attended KCON, and you didn’t. You continued to walk down the park path, ending up at a  bench near a vendor selling fresh takoyaki. The smell was irresistible; a mixture of both sweet and bold flavors wrapped in the essence of crispy fish and octopus. You were certain you weren’t hungry, but your stomach said otherwise.

As you approached the vendor, you pulled out whatever yen you could to match the price of a few cheese takoyaki. You had enough Japanese language skills to get through a conversation with the kind man, thanking him for the meal and heading to the far side of his stand to place a few condiments on your plate. After reaching for sweet chili sauce, you were caught off guard by the pristine porcelain fingers that were now mingling with your own. Soon enough, the hand pulled back and so did you, looking up and bowing, saying sorry a few times before looking the person in the eyes.

With a mouth full of takoyaki as well, a familiar face that you knew stared at you with a sheepish smile, in a shaky voice, he stated in English, “I am so sorry! I reached at same time!”

Your jaw dropped, Yoo FUCKING Kihyun; you knew he was beautiful in pictures alone, but the way his smile captured the dim lights of the takoyaki stand made you swoon. You gained consciousness from your dumbfounded stupor and blinked, starting to speak Korean on instinct, “No! I’m so sorry! You go ahead first!” Your eyes darted to the side of him, and once again, you felt your heart jump.

In a husky voice, Jooheon walked behind him, nagging him about being slow, “Hyung! What’s taking you so long? Shownu hyung is asking for more sauce,” he turned his head to see you and Kihyun staring at each other, “Oh! New friend?”

You shook your head, “I’m so sorry I bothered you!”

Jooheon laughed and his crescent eyes melted your heart, “hey now! No one said you were bothering. Did Kihyun do the awkward thing where he reaches for sauce at the same time as you?”

You gulped, fuck how does he know?

You nodded, “He did- but; It’s fine! Really! I should have been paying attention!” You had a hand behind your head, running your fingers through your hair to distract your nerves.

“AIGOO! Kihyun-shi, you’re so awkward at times!” Hyungwon. With his signature ice coffee in hand, you almost couldn’t contain your laughter and admiration.

“Guys, he’s just trying to make small talk with an obviously beautiful woman.” Changkyun came from behind and gripped Kihyun’s shoulders.

“Yah, hands off.” Kihyun’s goofy smile and the way he brushed off Changkyun’s hands made you laugh as well.

With a small voice you raised your hand, “I… I don’t mean to be-“

You were interrupted by a deep voice, “Kihyun-shi, where’s the sauce?”

Shownu’s tall figure came over to your side and you almost jumped. Minhyuk came to the side of Jooheon with a vlive phone, waving goodbye to the probable hundreds of thousands of fans that were tuning in. “Who’s this?” Shownu smiled, waving at you as you bowed slightly.

“Oh- I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you all.” You bowed yet again, feeling as if you weren’t being polite enough to the people you so loved with every fiber of your being.

The boys all went down the line to introduce themselves rather than doing their typical introduction, and you smiled, thanking them for that.

Jooheon smiled, “Y/N, do you know who Monsta X is by any chance?”

Your cheeks became flushed and you felt yourself get hot, “Uh- Yes! I do…”

“That doesn’t sound too reassuring, guys.

I don’t know if Y/N likes us.” Wonho walked behind you and squeezed your shoulder while laughing, looking into your eyes and winking. This isn’t real.

You wanted to scream, run a million laps around this entire damn park; you were dying to start singing a bar or two of Beautiful, or better yet, start belting Trespass. Your inner Monbebe began to crawl out from the depths of your deep ocean of love for all things Monsta X, but you suppressed it as best as you could.

“No! I actually really admire you all, and on behalf of all Monbebe, I just want to say that we are so proud of all of your hard work and please sleep well, eat well, and live it up.” You snickered to yourself at your Japanese Monsta X song reference and awaited the reaction of the members.

Minhyuk took your hand and bowed, “And on behalf of Monsta X to our Monbebe, thank you for loving us, we hope you all feel our hard work as we continue to progress in our career.”

You were quaking as his soft hand slipped out of yours slowly, followed by his charming smile.

Kihyun shook the sweet chili bottle and poured some into your paper bowl, “I do this and mix the sauce with the homemade sauce here,” he placed another dollop of whatever daisy looking sauce was in the bottle, and all you could do was thank him over and over.

“Hey guys, should we grab a picture with our Monbebe?” Jooheon put up his hands, and the other members nodded their heads in unison. You were frozen, barely able to move with your takoyaki in tow as Changkyun grabbed your wrist and led you to a tree off to the side of the takoyaki stand. Your heart jumped into your throat when his hands grabbed your bowl and placed it on a bench to the side.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered over and over.

“No, thank YOU for not attacking us.” Shownu chuckled and you couldn’t contain your smile this time, staring into the camera as Minhyuk placed a selfie stick in the air, counting down the moments before he clicked a picture. Once you were finished, the boys disbanded from their selfie positions and looked back at you.

You pulled out your Polaroid camera and smiled weakly, “Is it too much to ask if we could take individual pictures?”

They smiled brightly, “Let’s do it!”

After taking brilliantly radiant selfies with each of the members, they grabbed the pictures and signed them, each writing a small note addressed to you. You couldn’t believe it; your cheeks were writhing in pain from the amount of happiness radiating off of your smile and body. They each waved you goodbye, stating that they hoped to see you back in Korea someday, and you lifted your arm in response, allowing your fingers to move freely to send them off. You sat on the bench where Changkyun left your food and stared at your boots in complete disbelief. You found your way back to the hotel around the same time as your family.

“Hey, honey! How was your walk? Have you eaten?” Your mother was at your side stroking your hair.

“Mom; I don’t think I’m gonna eat for the next lifetime because I just got served a full course MEAL.” Your eyes were misty with happy tears, and your brother’s eyebrows knit in confusion.

“What the hell, Y/N? It looks like you saw a ghost?”

You began to belt the chorus to Ghost by Monsta X, tears of joy trickling down your face. 

“Whoa! I didn’t mean to hurt you, sis!” Your brother looked shocked as you continued to sing the lyrics while entering the elevator .

“Umma, Dad- I SAW THEM!” You screamed into the elevator wall and your brother laughed hysterically.

You whipped out the selfies and your brother’s face dropped as well, “holy shit…” he whispered.

It was undeniably the best day of your life and you didn’t want to change it for the world. You were thankful for your sweet, kind hearted, and beautiful Monsta X. You held those pictures close to you heart the entire night, thanking the Kpop God’s for sending you this blessing. Although you couldn’t utter all the words you wished you could have, you still cried at the fact that busy people such as themselves took time out of their lives to pay attention to you for more than a second; and for that, you were forever grateful.

#monsta x imagine #monsta x #monsta x fluff #monsta x shownu #monsta x wonho #monsta x kihyun #monsta x hyungwon #monsta x minhyuk #monsta x jooheon #monsta x changkyun #I was not okay after writing this but it was happy tears i promise #kpop is a dangerous thing when youre a sad gorl

[dannyphantomisameme]

Lies (One Shot)

Genres: Drama and Comedy

(Links to Fanfiction and AO3)

"Dude hold still." Tucker fumbled with his PDA as he called out to Danny.

"Let's make this quick man." Danny replied. The trio stood in the Manson's backyard on a Saturday evening. The sun was slowly setting, halfway at the horizon, and the sky displayed vibrant colors of pink and orange. They had just finished their assignment for Lancer's class and as usual, the boys were goofing off.

"Ok, and…. Action!" Tucker called out. He was holding his PDA, recording their daily adventures. Danny stood off far in the distance near a tree as Sam sat on her patio overlooking the two boys.

Danny looked around and then shrugged while murmuring "guess I'll die". Suddenly, a bright white ring appeared at his waist and split into two vertically. His dark blue jeans and red and white plaid shirt was replaced by a black and white hazmat suit with neon green accents. He was floating in the air positioned in a typical fighting stance. The atmosphere around the iconic ghost boy became colder.

"CUT!" Tucker yelled and ran up to his best friend. The two high-fived and chuckled as Danny transformed back into his human form, his feet dropping to the ground. Sam face palmed from where she was. Idiots. They’re wasting my time. But then she smiled, ha, I still love these idiots nevertheless.

Sam stood up from her seat and shouted for the boys to come in. They ran up the stairs to the deck and entered back into her home. Sam was the richest person in Amity Park, other than the Fruitloop. They entered a modern kitchen, the black marble table tops matching the pristine white stove and refrigerator. Sam grabbed a vegetarian milkshake from the fridge and 2 soda's for the boys. She passed them over to them and they quickly popped the tabs, the fizzing sound filled the air.

"You guys are so stupid. We have another two hours to submit our video assignment for Lancer and I intend on it being in time." Sam pointed at the other two and they just snickered.

"Well, we may be stupid, but I want to remember the fun times Sam. And Tuck's video diary is the perfect way to record that stuff." Danny smiled his goofy lopsided grin. Gosh he's way too cute. WAIT, snap out of it Sam. He sipped a drink from his can and looked over at Tucker.

"I finished editing it anyways. We can go submit it on your laptop." Tuck said as he leaned back against the fridge door pointing at Sam.

"Ok, lets go to my room." Sam suggested, and they began to walk past the living room. They passed by Sam's grandma watching TV on the huge flat screen and greeted her. They walked step by step up the regal stairs, a grand glass chandelier hanging above their heads.

The walked past the multitude of doors, which contained gold engravings on their fronts to distinguish the rooms. They finally reached a black door and entered the huge gothic room. The walls were painted a dark maroon, filled with posters of bands, and a black four post bed stood in the center. A black dresser was placed off to the side as well as a matching desk. The purple curtains added a contrast to the maroon and black room. Sam's room was neat and organized, no doubt the work of her maid.

The trio plopped onto the bed, Tucker grabbed the laptop sitting on her comforter as Danny leaned back onto the pillows. Sam grabbed a pillow in the shape of a purple bat and hugged it. Danny and Sam started chatting about their other classes while Tucker connected his PDA to the computer and uploaded their assignment to Lancer's website.

Five minutes later Tucker finished submitting their video about the effects of Shakespeare on the field of literature. He let out a sigh of exhaustion, he knew his friends felt just as tired as him. They had been up last night fighting off Technus. That ghost can never get a break.

"And… done!" Tucker said as he threw up his hands in accomplishment. Danny and Sam patted him on the back for completion.

"Let's go watch a movie. I'm so tired and I don't feel like doing anything." Sam spoke as she hugged her pillow tighter.

"I call horror!" Danny raised his arm as he shouted. Tucker groaned, he hated horror. He was into drama, comedy, or his favorite, sci-fi.

"Yes! I need a good scare, but it's not that I find horror movies spooky." Sam said as she raised her fingers in the universal sign of 'boo'. The trio began to head downstairs again, grabbing snacks along the way.

The movie lasted two hours and Tucker was curled up into a ball by the end. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight, am I? he thought. Danny and Sam mocked him, calling him a 'scaredy-cat'. Finally, the trio decided to have a sleepover at Sam's, so they grabbed their sleeping bags out of the closet. They talked for a while in Sam's room, the conversation jumping around from topic to topic. Finally they all fell asleep. The last sound heard was the snores of the trio as they slipped into their dreams.

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Danny hurried through his shower. He quickly grabbed his towel and ran into his room, searching for his clothes. He found a pair of khaki joggers and a baby blue t shirt in his hamper and put them on. No time for the sniff test. He grabbed his backpack and stuffed his homework inside. I actually finished it for once. He ran out of his room, slammed the door, and slipped down the banister of the stairs. He grabbed a piece of toast from the table and greeted his parents.

"Hi mom, hi dad. Bye mom, bye dad." He stuttered out through his rush. He didn't wait for a reply and dashed out the door. He ran all the way to Tucker's, where his other two friends were waiting.

"Man, can you ever be on time?" Tucker asked as he crossed his arms in annoyance.

"S-sorry" Danny panted out through his harsh breathing. Running a couple of blocks in 4 minutes was tiring, even with his super speed. Sam chuckled at his disorganization and hasty appearance.

"Danny you look like death." Sam replied, still laughing and Danny just shrugged. They began walking towards the school where it would take another 10 minutes to reach it.

"Well I'm technically halfway there." Danny smiled, he was happy for reaching his friends before they embarked on their path to school. He was usually late, either from sleeping in or the freaking box ghost showing up in the middle of his shower (it was extremely tough to catch the nuisance while holding up a towel wrapped around his lower half to prevent it from falling).

They continued to talk and laugh as they walked to school. They finally reached the open double doors and walked in with other students. They turned right towards their lockers, going to Danny's, Sam's, and Tucker's respectively to grab their supplies. Students chatted as the trio passed by them, standing by their lockers. Once the three had their supplies they walked down to Lancers English classroom, chattering among themselves all the while. Immediately Lancer stood up as the trio entered the classroom, a nervous look on his face.

"Mr. Fenton, Ms. Manson, and Mr. Foley, the principal would like to speak to you three. Please head down there before class begins." He gestured towards the door awkwardly, unlike his usual sharp movements.

The three passed questioning glances towards each other, turned around, and headed towards Principal Ishiyama's office.

"What do you think this about?" Sam asked her best friends as she crossed her arms. Frustration rose in her being for being sent to the Principals for no specific reason.

"Probably my constant tardiness." Danny said as he shrugged. He nonchalantly walked as he shoved his hands into his pocket. He had been sent to the Principal's office quite often by Lancer for being late, so he thought this would be the same. Tucker just stared straight ahead, no doubt lost in thought about their possible encounter ahead.

The reached the principals office and swung the door open to enter. Mrs. Ishiyama was in her seat scrolling furiously through her computer. She looked up and saw 3 faces of confusement staring right back at her.

"Oh sorry, I didn't notice you there, please take a seat." She gestured to the 4 chairs in front of her desk and the trio sat down reluctantly and silently. "There have been some complications regarding your… um, project." She grabbed the remote on her desk and aimed it towards the TV, turning it on. Immediately the news station flashed and a familiar woman appeared, sitting at a desk.

"Good Morning Amity Park. My name's Tiffany Snow and I'm here to bring you the town's latest news." How did their project relate to the news? Danny thought. "Saturday night, Amity Park's resident teenager, Tucker Foley, uploaded a shocking video that may or may not change this town's beliefs." How is Shakespearean literature revolutionary? "Here's the video that may change you forever."

A video played on screen. Danny was standing by a tree and someone off camera had called action. Dread poured through Danny's body as he realized what the video was. The color drained from his face. The camera focused on Danny as he shrugged and muttered "guess I'll die", but then what happened next was shocking. A bright light flashed around his waist, and in place of Danny Fenton was Amity Park's greatest hero for 4 years, Danny Phantom.

Danny stopped breathing. He didn't know what to think other than the video replaying through his mind. He wasn't ready for the world to know, not everyone accepted him yet, especially his parents. I'M GOING TO KILL TUCKER… was the next thing Danny thought. Sam's head was in her hands and Tucker sat slack jawed staring at the TV.

The video ended and Danny was speechless, so were his friends. Principal Ishiyama turned the TV off and faced the trio, a nervous expression across her face.

"Is it true?" their principal squeaked as she sat back down in her desk.

"O-OF COURSE NOT! I-I mean, we uploaded the wrong video… uh, its an animation?" Danny said it as if it were a question and Sam stepped on his foot. "Ow-I mean I'm a HUGE fan of Danny Phantom and Tucker here is really good at animations." Tucker nodded aggressively at his side, mouth zipped in a tight line. "It almost looks real right? Hehe…" Danny nervously chuckled and hesitated to look his principal in the eye. He fidgeted with his hands and slowly looked up at the woman in front of him.

"Well I believe you. The graphics seemed somewhat inaccurate anyways." Danny almost shouted a 'hey' in defense, but decided against it and kept his mouth shut. "Your video has caused quite the commotion nevertheless. I've been receiving calls left and right since early this morning. I will inform the press about the video being a mishap. I would suggest that you upload the correct video this time, understood?" The three nodded vigorously. "Ok, you are dismissed. Please return to your first period classes."

The trio stood up and shuffled out of the office. Danny had to put so much effort into not lashing out at Tucker as they exited. Stragglers in the hallway stared at the trio as they stormed down the hall, no doubt having already seen the news.

They found the janitor closet that the typically went in when they wanted to discuss in secrecy. Danny phased them through the locked door and almost screamed at Tucker in reflex, but glared daggers at him instead. The anger within him simmered as his eyes flashed a ghostly green. Tucker gulped in fear.

"D-dude, I'm so sorry. I didn't know I uploaded the wrong video." Tucker said as he pinched his eyebrows together in an apologetic expression.

"Before you lash out Danny," Sam interjected, placing her arm between the two boys, "It's equally our fault for not checking the video after he posted it. You can't blame him. We avoided the issue anyways. You said it was an animation and people will believe it." Sam pleaded returning her hand to her side.

"Fine," Danny muttered as he crossed his arms and leaned against the shelf by the wall. "Lets just get to class, I don't need this now." They unlocked the closet door and exited the small space. They walked back to the classroom in silence, Danny leading them as he stomped in fury. Luckily, no one was in the halls.

They knocked on the door and Lancer was startled to see the trio as he answered. "You're back? Please take your seats." He opened the door fully and gestured towards the back of the classroom. The other students stared at Danny as he sat in his seat, and Danny just looked annoyed. Before Sam could shout at her classmates to back off, Danny beat her to it.

"It was an animation. I'm not phantom…" he rolled his eyes and threw his arms into the air in frustration. Students began whispering and Danny could hear everything they said through his heightened ghost hearing.

I knew Fenturd couldn't be Phantom, he's to wimpy. And he's a freak.

Phew, for a second there I thought I had a crush on the geekiest kid in school.

Ha ha. He wishes he could be Phantom. He's got muscles!

It's impossible for a human to be a ghost, right?

That's what Danny thought, until he became half ghost.

"Quiet students. I guess we've all seen the news and it was just a small mishap, right Mr. Fenton?" Lancer calmed down his students as he looked over to Danny who nodded and sunk down in his seat. Students were still staring at him and he almost banged his head on the desk in annoyance.

Lancer began to pull up students' assignments and displayed them on the screen. Students watched the board as it broadcasted their fellow classmates informing them about Shakespearean literature. The final video was the trio's work. Tucker must have submitted the correct video during class because the last video started with a mini play of Romeo and Juliet, acted by Danny and Sam respectively.

Finally the bell rang as the video neared its end and Danny ran out of the classroom. He didn't even wait for Sam and Tucker. He raced to the bathroom across the hall and locked himself within a stall. He didn't want to deal with the students in the hallway. Eventually Tucker found him and knocked on the door to his stall.

"Dude, you alright? You looked like hell was chasing you." Tucker asked in a concerning voice.

Danny put his head in his hands and rubbed his face in irritation. "That's because it is. I can't deal with everyone looking at me like that. I don't need this attention." He said as he got up and cracked the door of the stall slightly, peering out the sliver of space. Tucker stared back at him shaking his head.

"Get out, scaredy-cat. Just brush them off, their opinions don't matter. If you need to prove to them that it's fake, you can duplicate yourself and be Fenton and Phantom at once, kay?" Tucker pulled him out of the stall and they both went over to the sink to wash their hands.

"Whatever dude." Danny replied, but in reality, the reassurement from Tuck made him feel better. They both dried their hands and left the bathroom. The leftover 3 minutes of passing time was spent walking off to their calculus class, silence overwhelming the two. They met up with Sam and entered the classroom.

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The rest of the school day went by quickly. Students stared and whispered at the trio all throughout the day, but Sam sent venomous glares to anyone who did, shutting them up. The three left the school together and walked to Tucker's and then split. Danny waved goodbye at his friends and headed home. Cars passed by and few citizens stopped to watch the teen walk and ask questions.

Danny was going to go insane. People would not stop pestering him, he couldn't catch a break. When he neared his home, he almost raced back in the opposite direction. News vans and reporters had gathered by his front door. The crowd consisted of at least 50 people. He thought of going invisible, but people would suspect something. So, he ran. Straight ahead.

He sprinted right through the crowd while they shouted questions at him. He felt as if his ear drums would burst due to all the noise affecting his heightened ghost hearing. He pushed through the people and finally reached the door. He twisted the handle. Locked, figures. Can't let the ghosts in. He ran to the other side of his yard and hopped over the fence. It was quite a tall wooden picket fence which would work in his favor, blocking out the crowd. Although he might give more evidence towards his increased agility and strength for the reporters, oh well. He got to the other side and dashed to the back door. It was locked as well. He fumbled for his keys through the mess in his backpack. He glanced up and noticed people trying to hop over the fence but having trouble. Yes. He found his keys, unlocked the door, and slammed it just as he got inside. He locked it from the inside and leaned his back against the door.

He let out a huge sigh of relief, just barely escaping the mob of news reporters. He looked up and saw a pair of furious parents. Oh shit. He forgot about them.

"Explain." His mother demanded. Her expression showed anger as well as sympathy. Her father displayed a little less anger than his mother, but disappointed nonetheless.

"Well, um…" Danny hesitated, "It's just an animation. You caught me… I'm just a fan of Phantom. It was created by Tuck… We accidentally uploaded the wrong video for our assignment in Lancer's class." The information poured out of Danny as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, a nervous habit he needed to get rid. His parents were a silent for a second too long, Danny was sure they would see through his lies.

"Danny-boy! You scared us! We really thought you were the ghost boy when we saw the news!" his father boomed as he grabbed Danny in a bear hug. CAN’T. BREATHE.

"You need to be more careful when you submit your assignments young man. You really scared the entire town, and us. There's no reason for you to like that horrible ghost anyways. " His mother said as Danny winced. She hugged him next, possibly tighter than her husband. RIBS. BREAKING.

"Ok, sorry," Danny said as his mother released him and he straightened his shirt "but now people are following me. There's a MOB outside our front door." He crossed his arms in frustration.

"Yes, well we told them to leave, but they insist on getting an interview or something. Since then, we just let them be. Everyone knows it was an animation; Mrs. Ishiyama made it clear and concise in her interview. I'll try again." His mother suggested as she turned and grabbed a bazooka off the table.

She walked to the door, opening it while aiming her gun out at the crowd. She shut the door behind her and yelled something along the lines of 'Don't swarm my baby' and 'I'll shoot', but Danny didn't care to listen. He was more focused on going to his room and lying down.

He dragged his half dead body up the stairs and entered his room. It was messy since he never cleaned it. He threw his backpack onto his desk and plopped down onto his bed. His eyes had just begun to close in defeat to sleep when he heard a ringing.

Danny groaned and got up hazily, shuffling over to his backpack. Tucker was calling in their group chat on Skype. Danny answered groggily. "Hello?" Sam was already on the call looking at something off camera.

"Dude turn your TV on, its crazy." Tucker said rapidly. Danny moaned and reached for the remote on his desk and pressed a red button.

The TV fizzled to life and displayed the news channel. What Danny saw almost made his eyes fall out of their sockets. Vlad Masters was standing behind a podium on the camera next to some bulky item underneath a white sheet.

"-fternoon Amity Park citizens. There has been a mass amount of commotion regarding a video posted by Tucker Foley on his teacher's website. As majority of you may already know, the video displayed Daniel Fenton transforming into Danny Phantom, our iconic ghost hero." Vlad's face twisted slightly at the word hero. "Daniel claimed this video to be an animation created by Tucker Foley, but when my experts checked the video for digital tempering, no evidence was seen. Although I know this boy very well, I propose that we should not trust this teen to tell us his secret identity, hence the secret. I am holding an immediate town meeting to solve this issue as soon as possible as to reduce the commotion created by this mishap. At 6pm, please join us at Town Hall for a grand reveal." And with that, the screen switched back to the news station.

Danny turned his TV off and almost threw his remote across the room. Fuck it. He chucked the remote across the room in fury. It hit the wall and broke into pieces. Danny blasted it with an ectoblast for good measure. His hands ran through his long raven hair. I'M GOING TO DESTROY THAT FUCKING FRUITLOOP INTO PIECES. He heard someone call his name. Right, his friends.

"DANNY!" Sam yelled through her phone "LISTEN TO ME! If, and only IF, Vlad exposes you, it will all be fine. People already somewhat accepted you. You're fine Danny." Danny could see Sam trying to hide her nervous look through the call.

"Plus, what could Vlad possibly do to reveal your secret?" Tucker added and Danny groaned.

"You just JINXED it, Bad Luck Tuck. Fuck." Danny argued as he got up and started pacing. His hands roamed through his hair, his mind wracking for a solution to his possible revelation.

"Sit down Danny," Sam demanded, and he plopped onto his bed immediately, "Ok, lets meet at Town Hall in 10 minutes. The meetings in 20 minutes giving us ap-"

"DANNNYYYY!" his mother called him from downstairs and cut off Sam.

"COMING!" Danny shouted out his door and returned back to his friends "Ok let's meet there, see ya guys." Danny ended the call and ran down the stairs, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "What?" he said to his mom as he swung across the stairs into the kitchen.

"Vlad has called a –"

"A town meeting, I know. I was just about to tell you. We gotta get going or we're going to be late. I have a feeling I'm the star of the show." Danny rolled his eyes and grabbed his mom's wrist and pulled her towards the garage as his dad followed them.

"I don't know why Vlad would doubt you. You always tell the truth." Danny's mother said as she pressed the button on the wall to open the garage door. Danny grumbled something inaudible under his breath. His mother knew of Danny's distaste for her colleague, but she didn't think too much of it.

They all hopped in the car and Danny began to sweat. He was nervous, really nervous. His phone started to ring, vibrating in his pocket. He fumbled to retrieve it and finally answered. "Hey Jazz."

"Hey Danny. I saw the news, you've made national television little bro. Great job." Jazz said as she chuckled.

"Glad to hear Harvard gets to know about the town screwup. Well, Vlad called a town meeting to quote on quote fix this situation once and for all. We're heading there right now."

"Good luck. You don't know what Vlad could be hiding under his sleeve. You need to be careful before you reveal everything."

"I know, thanks Spazz."

"Hey! Should I call you-"

"NO!" Danny's parents looked at him at the sudden outburst of noise. He mumbled back to Jazz "Don't you dare mention it…" He could hear Jazz laughing on the other side.

"Well I need to get ready for my lecture class. I had some free time and I thought I could call. Good luck little bro, you'll need it."

"Thanks Jazz, talk to you later." Danny cut the call and slouched in his seat. He let out a sigh, today had been a long day, and it was about to get longer, hopefully not.

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The red sedan began to slow as it neared the huge Grecian like building. A sizeable crowd had begun to form, consisting of a variety of people. Danny spotted his two best friends near their parents at the back of the crowd. Danny got out of the car, along with his parents, and walked up to his friends, shoving his hands into his pocket. People watched as the raven-haired boy walked past them, some staring furiously at being entangled in the teen's mistake.

Sam and Tucker, who were whispering to each other, finally noticed Danny walking towards them. They looked at him with guilt. Guilt because the situation was something they could have avoided. Guilt because they could have prevented this with one simple deletion of the video from the beginning.

"Hey Danny, you ready?" Sam asked. It seemed she didn't have a plan this time. Shit.

Danny shrugged "Let's just get this over with. I just have a sick feeling that somethings not going to go right." He whispered towards his friends. His stomach was churning within him, the feeling of dread overwhelming his mind and body. Usually when Danny felt something was going to go down, shit was going to go down.

Vlad Masters, mayor of Amity Park, entered from the town hall building behind a podium. He walked stiffly with confidence and Danny gulped, his tension increasing. I'm screwed, aren't I? Vlad tapped the microphone on the podium for attention.

"Good evening Amity Park citizens. I would like to start immediately as to not use up too much of your time. Would Daniel Fenton please join me on this stage?" Vlad said his name in a fake sweet voice as he turned towards Danny, eyes flashing red, only noticed by the other halfa.

Cameras from news stations as well as people turned behind them to see the youngest Fenton child. The crowed glared at the teenager as he sulked to the front of the crowd. Finally, Danny walked up the small set of stairs and joined Vlad on the stage, giving him the death glare.

Vlad mouthed 'ooh the scary eyes' and Danny rolled his eyes. "Please have a seat Daniel". Danny muttered some incoherent swear and sat down on the chair next to Vlad.

"Ladies and gentleman, in order to determine the question that is tearing our beloved city apart, I present you with the D.A.L.V. Corp lie detector!" Vlad exclaimed as he removed a white sheet covering the machine by his side. People 'oohed' and 'awed' in the background. Danny almost facepalmed, he was done for.

But what if it's a defective machine? Like, do they even make lie detectors that are 100% accurate? There was no telling what Vlad could pull out of his sleeve. Danny looked over to his best friends for any signal of help, but Sam and Tucker were both dumbstruck as he was.

Vlad swerved over to Danny as he displayed a devious smile. Danny wanted to curl up into a ball and simmer in his depression, but he just glared daggers at Vlad. 'Fruitloop' he mouthed and Vlad rolled his eyes and turned towards the audience.

"And now, for the final reveal! Daniel Fenton… do you lead a secret double life as Danny Phantom?" Vlad stretched the sentence out and took his time emphasizing each word. Danny didn't know what to answer. What if the machines broken? What if he wants me to reveal myself? Is this all a trick?

Danny's wild eyes darted left to right as thoughts raced through his mind. He looked to his best friends who only shook their heads. What do they even mean? He looked at his parents, who held equally clueless looks as him. Here goes.

"I-I- I'm not the ghost boy." Danny said loud enough for the microphone to pick up his voice as he looked at his feet. The tension in the air rose as everyone went silent. No one dared to talk while the machine operated.

CALCULATING… CALCULATING… The machine said in a robotic voice. INCORRECT, IT IS A LIE.

Gasps and shouts originated from the crowd, but the loudest shout became the only word running through Danny's mind. Freak. Freak. Freak… Danny panicked, he didn't know if he should stay or run. Vlad only smirked his typical grin and he mouthed towards Danny 'I win'.

In the heat of the moment Danny did the only thing he could do: transform and fly away. Some people screamed, other shouted, most just stood in silence in shock. His parents looked like they wanted to die. His best friends were devastated. Danny went invisible and flew away.

The last thing he heard was Vlad exclaiming to the crowd "SEE?! We cannot trust 17 year old boys to tell us the truth. Danny Fenton is… Danny Phantom!"

"Danny!" Sam shouted to keep Danny at bay, but she was too late. He was already gone. But Sam had a feeling as to where he was headed. She whispered something to Tucker and they both took off, sprinting towards the edge of town.

"Sammykins!" Sam's mother called after her, arm outstretched as if to grab her child, but Sam was too far to hear. The two sped off into the distance as the sun began to set on the horizon.

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"Quick Tucker, check inside! I'll stand guard outside just in case." Sam shouted through her cupped hands and ran to the opposite side of the bridge. The trio had created an emergency shelter in case of, well emergencies. It was hidden under the bridge, making it almost impossible to enter. Almost.

Tucker slid down the hill, careful to not slip into the creek underneath the bridge. He found the rock path the trio hid underneath the rushing water and he slowly tiptoed on them, careful to keep balance. He finally reached the end where he was now underneath the bridge. He opened a hatch to a metal door and crawled in.

Inside it was dimly lit except for the small green glow in the corner. Stashed near one wall was clothing and food while a dark shadow sat stifling a sniff by the other wall.

"Danny? Dude?" Tucker called out. There was enough space for the two of them to sit crisscrossed. Danny slowly turned towards his friend, his facial features displaying pure devastation. Tears threatened to overflow from his neon green orbs. He was in ghost form. Tucker quickly crawled up to him and hugged him tightly. Tucker felt a pang of pity for his best friend; he wasn't ready to be revealed. The world wasn't ready for him to be revealed. "You okay man?"

"I- I'm fine." Danny said as he wiped his eyes. He couldn't take the tension that had risen at the town meeting. Tucker quickly called for Sam, and she came barging into the enclosed space within seconds. She repeated the same actions as Tucker, crawling up to Danny and hugging him. She ruffled his hair as well.

"One day that statement will get you killed." Tucker replied to Danny's earlier remark. Danny chuckled lightly, but it was still evident that he was in ruins.

"Did you hear what they called me… a – a freak. Am I a freak to you? Don't answer t-that. But my parents… the look of horror on their faces… I – I couldn't." Danny said as he broke down with tears again. Danny never cried.

"Dude, don't say that. They all just need to accept the facts. Remember the reality gauntlet disaster? You will be fine. We promise." Danny didn't reply to Tucker's confirmation, he stayed silent. Sam placed her hand on Danny's back and began rubbing for comfort.

"W-what do we do n-now?" Danny whispered quietly. He tilted his head down and stared at his scuffed white boots. He quickly transformed back into human form when he realized he was still a ghost. Tucker shielded his eyes with his arm from the bright flash. Danny's bangs hung downwards, covering his face. "I'm going to be swamped by people, both Fenton and Phantom. People didn't even like me before they knew I was half human. Now they're going to HATE me." Danny ran his hands through his hair, his head throbbing In pain from the incoming headache. "I have to confront my parents too…"

"Danny… wait." Sam paused, thinking for a few seconds. "How about we let the situation die down for a day or two? Then you can return to your normal life, well it wasn't like it was normal in the first place. We just need to hide for now." Sam suggested, trying to sound optimistic.

"Yea, yea that sounds reasonable. You won't have many questions to answer once the situation deescalates." Tucker said, offering his response. The two looked at Danny for his reply.

"S-sure." Danny stuttered. "B-but how?"

"Ooh! I got it!" Tucker offered and continued "Your parents made a recent invention that quote: changes a ghost's appearance unquote. But it doesn't physically hurt them, so they threw it out. We can use that to change your appearance. That way you can still go to school and live normally as a new student for a day or two without people bothering you." Tucker crossed his arms in confidence, happy he came up with such a reasonable idea.

"And… how do you know this?" Danny questioned.

"I- uh. Hehe, I keep a list of all your parents' inventions on my PDA. This just helps me to know which gadgets to stay clear off and which ones we can use to fight off ghosts." Tucker stuttered as he explained. Sam sent a questioning glance towards his way, but he brushed It off.

"Let's do it as soon as possible." Sam added as she began to crawl out.

"Never thought I'd be sneaking into my own house. Wow." Danny said as he grabbed his friends' by the waist, turning the trio intangible and flying them through the door.

They flew out under the bridge and went invisible, soaring over the clouds. The sun had almost set by now and the moon was slowly rising. They all enjoyed the flight, the breeze blowing past their bodies. Their bird's eye view allowed them to see the cars passing, the citizens each living their own life. They finally neared the giant orange sign that belonged to the one and only Fenton Works.

They flew intangibly and invisibly to the basement, where the lab was. Danny released his friends and flew upstairs, checking if his parents had come home. Not yet. When Danny came back downstairs, Tucker was holding a silver and green remote with the word Fenton on it.

"You better be glad I found this. I had to dig through the trash for this dumb thing." Tucker joked as he held the remote in the air. "You ready man?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Danny replied and released a sigh. "Wait, what about you two? This thing doesn't work on humans, and you're going to get mobbed just for knowing me."

"I'll just give people the death glare," Sam said as she shrugged "it seems to work quite often."

"Fair enough." Danny said. Tucker finally pointed the remote towards Danny and pushed a huge red button. A green zap of electricity hit Danny and fizzled out. Danny closed his eyes and when he reopened them, he felt the same.

"Dude, nothing happened." Tucker said defeatedly. "Man, I thought my plan would really work." Just then Danny started to feel weird and he started to smoke.

A green smoke rose of his body and filled the air, blocking the vision of the trio. Finally after a minute of coughing and pushing the green fog away, a different figure stood in front of Sam and Tucker. The latter burst out laughing as the prior stood slack jawed.

Danny had long, straight black locks all the way to his hips. His chest protruded from his plaid crop top and hips jutted out of his skinny jeans, the perfect hourglass figure. His petite feet were disguised by red high-top converse and his face was slimmer. Danny looked down at his body and only one thought came to his mind: "Fuck."

In Danny's place, a female version of his human form stood, examining his body. Laughter erupted from the African American teenager.

"Dude, I mean dudette, ha ha, can't breathe." Tucker wheezed through his continuous laughter. Danny crossed his arms and muttered something incoherent.

"Tucker this is your fault." The unnaturally high pitched voice originating from the new female made Tucker laugh even harder. Even Sam started to chuckle.

"I guess we have to call you Danielle now. Wait, that names already taken." Sam remarked, and Danny just groaned, he was a girl now. Why?!

"This is only for two days, right? I don't think I can last any longer than that." Danny said as he poked his exposed stomach. "Wait, I need a mirror!" Danny ran upstairs and into the bathroom and screamed. He just realized the extent of his changes. He couldn't recognize a single thing about him, except the baby blue eyes staring back at him.

Sam and Tucker came bumbling up the stairs, laughing to the point of joyous tears. Suddenly, the garage door began to grumble. Shit, Danny thought, they’re home. He grabbed his friends and went invisible, flying out of the house and landing on the roof of the Fenton Op Center. He released his friends as he went tangible again.

"DUDE! What do you look like when you transform then." Tucker asked excitedly, bouncing in joy.

"Nope. Not now." Danny quickly said as he twisted to check out his body.

"Well, you are kinda hot this way." Sam said and then blushed when she realized what she said. "I-I mean… you look lie uh… IF YOU EVER BRING THIS UP AGAIN I WILL PERSONALLY SEE TO IT YOUR BOTH FULL GHOSTS." She quickly dropped the point and glared daggers at Tucker who was about to comment. She saw him mouth the word 'lovebirds' and she slapped him across the head. Danny was too busy looking at himself to notice.

"Well, what do I do now? I can't live at my house. My parents will not believe me if I tell them I'm their son… or daughter, whatever. Not like they believe it at the moment though…" Danny added as he sat down on the roof.

"You can come over to my house for a sleepover. I'll tell my parents you're an exchange student from… from England and they'll probably accept you. Right? We can try." Sam suggested and shrugged. She wasn't entirely sure this was an effective plan, but it was the only thing they had now.

"Kay, so I need to go home. My parents are going to yell at me for coming home at," Tucker paused as he pulled out his PDA from his backpack "8:30pm. Yikes, curfew's at 9."

"Ok, I'll drop you off home and then we'll head over to Sam's." Danny said and transformed in reflex. Wait… this isn't right. He looked down and his heroic outfit had completely changed. It consisted of thigh high heeled white boots matched with black slim fitting high waisted leggings, clearly showing off his curves. The DP logo was displayed over his volumptuous chest and white gloves covered his slender arms. His crop top had a small zip on the front, displaying his cleavage. A white collar jutted out from the top. It was like one of those sexy versions of Halloween costumes for females. His snow-white hair flew in the air as though the breeze gushed past him ferociously.

Tucker and Sam burst out laughing, while Danny's green eyes flashed with annoyance. "You know these 'girl' hands can still punch just as hard?" he remarked holding up his fists. That shut his friends up.

Danny then grabbed his friends by the arms and flew into the air, making them invisible. Tucker and Sam mocked Danny's new body throughout the entire flight while Danny stayed silent took the abuse. They reached Tuckers, dropped him off, and headed for Sam's.

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When they reached Sam's, Danny transformed back into his human form and entered through the front door. The duo fled up the stairs to find Sam's parents, passing by a butler who was dusting a glass table holding precious antiques.

"MOOOOM! DAAAAAD! I'm, home!" Sam shouted as they walked up the flight of stairs. Her parents immediately exited their bedroom and ran up to their daughter, hands extended in front of them.

"Sammykins!" They exclaimed as they embraced her. Sam's expression was priceless as she mouthed 'help' through the entanglement of arms. Danny had to take all he had to prevent him from laughing out loud, but his mouth fought with him to smirk. "Who's this Samantha?"

"Hi, I'm… Daisy." Danny said as he held his hand out in a handshake. Her parents shook it while Danny continued to talk. "I'm an exchange student from England. Sam signed up to house me for a few days. Did she not tell you?" He tried to fake expressions as he spoke to Sam's parents like he had never met them before.

"Well it's nice to meet you Daisy. We weren't expecting you. You can stay in the guest bedroom." Sam's mother responded and then she turned towards her daughter.

"Samantha, may we talk to you for a second?" Sam gulped, that wasn't good news. The three quickly walked towards the end of the hall.

"Sammy, what was that at the town meeting? Do you know what happened to that wretched Fenton child?" Sam's father asked her. Both Sam and Danny flinched, Danny could hear with his ghost hearing from the distance.

"Um…" Sam hesitated to answer. What should I say? "Danny's... um Phantom. He's been secretly fighting ghosts for the past 3 years to keep our town safe. I don't know where he went though, he disappeared. But he'll be back. I know he will." Sam said, intermixing truths with lie. Just then, Danny's phone started to ring in his pocket and he looked at the caller ID. Jazz.

"I'm going to take this quickly." Danny said as he walked off towards the edge of the stairs. He answered once he was out of human earshot. "Hey Jazz."

"Who's that? And what are you doing with Danny's phone?" Jazz questioned. She mustn't recognize my female voice.

"Jazz its me, Danny. I-I'm a girl." What the fuck Fenton. Explain. "I mean I zapped myself with one of Mom and Dad's inventions, which by the way was TUCK's idea, and it transformed me into a female." Before Danny could finish, Jazz was already on the other line laughing her ass off.

"Haha, this is way too funny. I wish I could be there. But mom and dad are worried, Danny. They don't know where you are." She said in a concerned voice.

"I-I'm in hiding. I don't want to face anyone right now. I can't deal with the stress. I'm not r-ready." He stuttered. "I'm at Sam's pretending to be an exchange student for a couple of days, or until this transformation wears off."

"Ok, but be careful little bro. You're little scene made national news again. Maybe even international." Danny facepalmed.

"Ok, ok. I'll be going to school tomorrow as a new student. Hopefully, no one will recognize me. It seems like it's working though, we were able to fool Sam's parents."

"LOL. Well I gotta get to bed. I just wanted to check up on you. Stay safe and go back home soon, kay? Also, send me a selfie, it's not every day your little brother becomes your little sister!"

"Yes Spazz."

"Ok L-"

"I said don't call me that!" Danny shouted as he hung up. He shoved his phone into his pocket as Sam and her parents began to approach him.

"Sammy, will you show Daisy where she will be staying? We will finish our conversation later." Sam's mother asked in a sweet tone. Sam nodded in reply and grabbed Danny's hand as they walked to her room.

"Thanks Mrs. and Mr. Manson!" Danny quickly thanked as Sam dragged Danny down the hall. The soft voice that escaped his mouth was still unusual to him. They entered Sam's room and she slammed the door, swerving towards Danny and placing her hands on her hips.

"Who called you?" she asked or more so demanded.

"Jazz. I told her what happened and she… laughed." Danny said as he looked away at the last word.

"Ok. Well I bet you already heard me and my parent's conversation so there's no point in me explaining that."

"Yea."

"Also, you can sleep in my room. Just grab your usual sleeping bag."

"Won't your parents think it's weird?"

"I'm goth, they're not supposed to understand my weird quirks." Danny just rolled his eyes and walked over to Sam's closet. He opened the door and searched for his signature constellation sleeping bag, but it wasn't there.

"Uh, Sam… its not here. Tucker's is also gone." Danny asked as he looked over to his friend. She facepalmed and muttered something incoherent.

"Right, well I told the butler to wash them cause it's they started to get dirty. You know me and being clean." Danny just nodded in return. "Well, I guess we can share my bed then. It's big enough for the both of us. Plus I don't trust you in your own room."

"HEY!" Danny called "I have standards."

"Standards meaning you trash a room the second you enter it? Then yeah, that's exactly what you got." Danny lightly punched Sam in the arm as she chuckled and they both sat on the bed together. They began to talk about possible solutions to their disaster of a situation, slowly nodding off. By 11pm, the two were sleeping snuggly in the gothic bed, the sounds of their snoring filling up the silence of the dark night.

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"DANNY! That's the fifth time, wake up!" Sam shouted over the mess of the room. She had thrown her clothes everywhere to find the perfect outfit for Danny while he sat sleeping in her bed. She got up and pushed him off and he tumbled to the floor with a large "bang". "GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP!" Danny let out a small squeak in reply.

"Ouch. Good morning to you too," he said rubbing his back "I'm so tired." He got up off the floor and stretched, yawning. He walked over to the mirror and almost did a double take. Right, I'm a girl.

"Here put this on." Sam said as she shoved some clothes into Danny's arms. Danny looked at the clothes and then looked back at Sam dumbfounded.

"You want me to…" he didn't finish the sentence, but Sam understood. He's too embarrassed to look at his own body. She sighed and told him to close his eyes. She began to remove the jeans and crop top Danny had wore last night and thankfully he had some underneath clothing. She took the dress from his hands and wiggled it over his head. "Can I open my eyes now?"

"Yes." Danny did as he was told, and he immediately went over to the mirror. He was wearing a sleeveless red and black dress, which felt kind of odd due to the openness of his legs. It cinched at his waist and gave him a nice hourglass figure. He looked back at his face and noticed the rats nest that sat upon his head. He went over to Sam's dresser and grabbed her comb, and then began to brush his hair in light strokes.

Danny used to play around with Jazz's hair so he had practice tying it. Once his hair was silky smooth, he began to braid it into one long strand. When he was done he turned to Sam and asked "How do I look?"

Sam was impressed. He did look quite good. She immediately blushed and said "Not bad…"

It was 7 am on Tuesday morning and they had another 30 minutes or so before they needed to meet with Tucker at his house. The two went into Sam's bathroom, brushed their teeth, washed their faces, and Sam began to apply makeup. Danny just sat and watched her do her thing while also admiring himself in the mirror. She tried to put some, eyeliner was it?, on Danny but he dodged each attempt.

Danny noticed the slight muscles on his arms and began to poke them. Tough, he thought.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked looking at him questioningly through the bathroom mirror.

"Look, I have muscles, like my old self." He said pointing to his arm. Sam sighed and continued applying her gothic look. When she finished, the two skidded down the stairs for breakfast. The private chef had made some avocado toast and they quickly shoved it down their throats in silence. After, they headed out the door. Sam had given Danny one of her unused black backpacks for the time being.

They met Tucker at his house and walked to school as they continued their conversation from yesterday. When they finally reached the school, people stared at the trio. Some wondered who the new girl while others sought for the missing piece to the trio, aka Fenton. Danny didn't want to deal with the glares so he walked behind his best friends, using them as shields. When they got inside, they immediately turned towards the principal's office to introduce Danny. He entered first and greeted the principal, followed by Sam with Tucker waiting outside.

"Hello! I'm Daisy." Danny said as he waved at Mrs. Ishiyama. "I-um, I'm an exchange student from England staying here with Sam Manson. I just wanted to introduce myself so you knew I wasn't just some random person, he-he." Danny made up as he rubbed his neck, an old habit of his.

"Ah, yes. Welcome Daisy. I hope you find Casper High quite suiting. I would advise you to follow Ms. Manson to her classes as she can guide you," she said as she glanced at Sam who was standing behind Danny. "Do you know how long your stay here will be?"

"About a day or two, then I'm moving on to another state." He said and tried to smile. It's so hard trying to act as if you know no one, when you really know everyone.

"Ok, Daisy. Have a great day!" she said and Danny replied in fake enthusiasm. He then followed Sam and joined Tucker outside. The trio walked to their respective lockers and grabbed their supplies for their classes. As Danny took out his English notebook, he could hear conversations involving 'Fenton' and 'Phantom'. He decided to listen in on a few.

So, the video was real? How did he keep it a secret for so long?

Gosh who knew Fentonia could be Phantom?

I don't believe it. The ghost boy cannot be that wimpy dork. He's WAY too clumsy.

I hope Fenton comes to school today, I have so many questions. Where is he by the way?

I'm right here, Danny thought. He was glad he wasn't noticeable at the moment. He really didn't want to deal with this mess. He walked back to Tucker's locker, his dress swaying from side to side. Dresses are kind of comfortable. Damn, I never thought I would say that. The day had been ok so far and nothing had gone wrong as of yet.

"Who's the hot girl Foley?" Dash sneered as he walked up to the trio. Ew, he really wanted to punch Dash for calling him hot, but he couldn't risk it right now.

"Hi, I'm Daisy." Danny said as he pretended to be nice, he didn't want to create tensions, just lay low. "I'm an exchange student from England." Every student in the hallway turned to watch the king of Casper High flirt with the cute exchange student.

"Well, what do you say we exchange numbers?" Dash asked in a flirtatious tone. Danny almost threw up. Tucker was laughing so hard at his side while Sam just watched, crossing her arms and smirking in delight.

"I-um, I think I'm good…" Danny stammered in embarrassment as his cheeks swirled in light pink. Dash looked disgusted at the fact of being rejected, but he brushed it off.

"That's alright, you don't know me that well. I'm Dash, captain of the football team. Once you hang out with me, you'll be swooning in no time." he said as he held up his arms to showcase his muscles for Danny. Danny's cheeks transformed into a darker shade of pink.

"S-sure." Was all he could stammer out. Tucker and Sam began to laugh even harder and Dash looked at them with a furious aggression.

"What are ya laughing at Foley and Manson? Say... where's Fenton? I don't believe the little stunt he pulled off yesterday." Tucker just shrugged and clutched his stomach while wiping a fake tear from his eyes.

"We don't know where he is." Sam replied straight faced.

"Lies." Dash said. "He's probably hiding in embarrassment after acting as Phantom. I bet that lie detector malfunctioned too." He remarked quickly then grabbed Danny by the arm.

"Come with me Daisy, I'll show you around the school." He glanced at the other two and frowned "these losers aren't worth your time." He rapidly sauntered off, clutching Danny's arm. Danny squeaked with the sudden pull. He turned back to his friends and mouthed for 'help', but they were too busy laughing their asses off, due to the fact that their friends bully was hitting on him.

The bell rang immediately, and Dash groaned. "Damn it, I forgot about class. I'll show you around after Lancer's class kay?" Dash looked over to Danny in admiration. Danny was a couple of inches shorter than Dash, so he didn't have to look up too much. Did I shrink? I used to be an inch shorter than Dash.

"Um… sure. I have Mr. Lancer first period too." Danny almost smacked his head at his statement. He could have easily gotten away if he had said any other class.

"Coolio." Dash replied and they both walked off to Lancer's classroom. Dash entered first and sat down in his desk while Danny went up to Lancer and introduced himself. Lancer welcomed him and introduced Danny to the class.

"Good morning students, we have a new student here today. This is Daisy, she's an exchange student from England and will be with us for a few days." Danny waved at his classmates and then walked to the back to sit in his usual spot, between Sam and Tucker. The students gazed at Danny as he sat in his seat, then realized what he'd done. Goddamnit, it's a habit. The students turned back towards Lancer and Danny hoped no one would make the connection.

Lancer began to take attendance and only one student seemed to be absent: Daniel Fenton. The class began to murmur about the questioning reveal yesterday and Lancer silenced them immediately. Although he wanted to discuss the events of yesterday, he had a class to teach.

Class went on as usual, Lancer lectured and then gave the students time to work. When Lancer called out 'worktime' for their essays due next week, all the students turned towards Danny and he gulped. He did not want to be the center of attention again. Paulina was the first to speak.

"So, you're from England, right? What's it like there?" she asked questioningly. Danny honestly had no clue as of what to say, he was frozen solid.

"Its- uh, it rains a lot. Um…" he stuttered and tried to make up something "but it's not as fun as visiting America." He looked around at his fellow classmates. They were all staring at him in astonishment. Mikey spoke up next.

"How come you don't have an accent?" Dang, he was good.

"That's a stereotype. Not everyone back home has a British accent." Danny felt accomplished after making up the quick statements. His classmates continued to press him for answers.

"What are your hobbies?"

"I like to draw and play video games."

"What are you interested in?"

"I love the stars and astronomy. I want to be an astronaut in the future. NASA is my goal."

"Who are you staying with?"

"Sam."

"How is your skin so flawless?"

Danny scrunched his nose at that. He had no clue how to answer. "Facial scrubs?" he shrugged, mental note: learn more about ‘girl stuff’ if you're ever in this situation.

The questions continued for a couple of minutes and Danny answered with a constant pace. The bell rang and students filed out of the room as Lancer as reminded them of their homework assignment. Danny quickly escaped with Sam and Tucker at his side before Dash could steal him away. They walked towards the next class: history. The questions asked began to reduce as word spread throughout the school.

At lunch, the A-listers swarmed him and asked him to join their table. After repeated pleading, Danny sat with them and instantly regretted his decision. Dash played footsie under the table the entire time while Paulina talked to him about girl things. He wanted to die, well half die. If they knew he really was, they would immediately scream and run away. Danny could see his friends from the corner of his eye laughing at his misfortune. Oh, they're so in for it.

After lunch, which he ran away from when the bell rang, he went to his algebra class. He and Sam had all the same classes while Tucker took a higher level math class. The class went by smoothly with minor interruptions.

Sam and Danny left class only to go to next one which he had been dreading since morning: gym class. They headed towards the locker rooms, where Danny walked behind Sam, somewhat crouched to hide. He felt so wrong walking in on females changing. He wanted to close his eyes, but he didn't want to seem out of the ordinary.

"Sam I-," he whispered, "how do I change?" they walked to the corner of the room, blocked from the view of other girls. Sam opened her locker and took out her gym clothes and her emergency gym clothes. She looked around the area for peering eyes and sighed.

"Danny it doesn't matter. You're bound to see a girl's body anyway. You're fucking 17 now." She crossed her arms in annoyance. She really didn't want to be the one to dress Danny again. Danny growled and slowly peeled off his clothes as Sam did the same next to him. He turned around so to give Sam some privacy. He put on Sam's gym clothes in haste. Underneath he wore a black lace bra and matching thong. So that’s what’s been giving me this horrible wedgie.

"Nice ass Daisy." Paulina said out of nowhere, passing by the two changing. Danny blushed and remained silent, fumbling to put the t-shirt and shorts on.. Sam snickered beside him and he jabbed his arm into her side when he finished changing.

The two cleaned up and walked out into the gym. Tucker was already standing near the bleachers on his PDA. The two sat beside him and Tucker grinned.

"How was the girl's locker room Danny?" Danny couldn't help but smile, his friend was always cracking jokes.

"Not too bad." He replied but quickly blushed.

"Paulina said he's got a nice ass." Sam said as she grinned her gothic smile towards Tucker. The techno geek began to chuckle as he put his PDA into his pocket. Just then, a shrill whistle blew.

Ms. Tetslaff ordered all the students over to the bleachers. She took attendance and noticed the new student over in the corner. "And who might you be?" pointing to Danny.

"I'm Daisy, an exchange student. I'll be here for a few days." Danny said, accustomed to greeting himself as a female. Ms. Tetslaff just nodded and began to shout instructions. She made them run a mile as warm up outside. "Now I want all of you to stay behind the red line and when I say go, you're going to run to the post over there and back. You're grade depends on how fast you make it back here, got it?" The students nodded in unison and jogged over to the starting line. "GO!"

Danny ran nonchalantly, he wasn't in a hurry or anything and it wasn't like he was being graded. He just jogged with the wind flowing through his hair. He liked the airy breeze against his bare skin, the soothing coolness against his face. He closed his eyes and imagined himself flying through the night sky, starts twinkling overhead. He rounded the pole and headed back. He didn't see anyone in front of him, maybe I'm just being really slow, ha. When he reached Ms. Tetslaff, her mouth was open in shock.

"Daisy, right?" she asked as Danny nodded through his pants. "That was…" she paused and looked at her stopwatch "3 1/2 minutes…"

"Wait, WHAT?!" Danny shouted as Dash came running in 3 minutes later. Dash was breathing hard, but he looked at Danny in surprise. Sam came running in right behind Dash and grabbed Danny by the arm. He yelped as her hot breath whispered in his ear.

"Why did you run so fast?!" she furiously whispered. Danny was astonished; he had been running really slowly in his mind. I blame the wind, it increases your adrenaline.

"Daisy, are you ok?" Ms. Tetslaff asked. Danny just sighed and nodded.

"I run back in England. I'm on the track team." He said, making up even more excuses. Students began trickling in, looking at Danny with stunned expressions. Danny just cowered behind Sam and Tucker for the rest of class, laying back on the ghost enhanced agility. When class was over, he dashed into the locker room, changed, and hid at Sam's locker. Eventually his friends met up with him and were ready to go home. Just then, things got worse.

"Hey Daisy," Dash cooed. "Mind if I talk to you for a moment?" Danny wholeheartedly wanted to say no, but he had to keep up his appearance, he still hesitated. Sam just smiled and nodded for him to go along.

"Umm…" Danny replied, but before he could say anything Dash grabbed his hand.

"I'll take that as a yes." He said and walked Danny to the other end of the hallway. "So, what do you think of Casper High?" he asked as he still held Danny's hand. His palm was sweaty while Danny's was ice cold.

"It's cool," Danny said. He tried to keep his replies short and simple.

"You know, you're a really athletic girl and, I uh- have to ask. What do you think… of me?" Dash said. Danny blushed, his cheeks turning rose pink. Dash was hardcore flirting with his bully victim.

"Um… you're cool…" Danny wanted to wash his mouth with soap. I can't believe I just said that. He wanted to erase the memory from his mind but the most horrifying experience of his life was about to begin. Dash leaned towards him, closing his eyes and puckering his lips while and Danny literally just stood there frozen in fear. Dash was about to place his lips on Danny for only a second until Danny moved. His mind was telling him to dodge the romance, so he quickly punched Dash in the face with little exertion. Dash clutched his face in agony and backed off. Danny speedily ran out of sight, hiding behind a corridor where a single student couldn't be found.

Danny's heart was pounding in his chest at the terrifying encounter. I was almost kissed by Dash. BY DASH. Tucker was going to have a good laugh at this one. He could hear Dash shouting in the distance as Danny crouched down in fear. So much for appearances, he thought.

Eventually, Sam and Tucker found Danny sitting on the floor rocking back forth, with his knees up to his chin and wide eyed. He was scarred for life. The way Dash leaned forward, eyes closed, lips puckered…

Tucker was having a great time at Danny's expense. "Oh man… that… that was good! I got… got it on my PDA!" he said through his laughter. His stomach and cheeks started to ache with this day's humor. Sam jabbed him in his side, hinting at him to stop.

"Danny let's go. You really took a number out of Dash though, his nose was bleeding." Sam said through her smile; she also found this situation quite comical. She stuck out her hand and Danny grabbed it as she pulled him up. They began to walk out of the school as leftover students stared at them. Luckily, Dash had left for afterschool football practice so Danny didn't have to see him. They walked back to Sam's home, conversing about ghosts and school.

Danny realized as they neared Sam's house that no ghosts had appeared today. He didn't want to jinx it so he kept quiet. At Sam's house, they grabbed a couple of snacks and headed downstairs to watch a movie. Halfway through the movie the doorbell rang.

A minute later, Sam's grandma called for the trio to come upstairs. Sam grabbed the remote, paused the movie, and the three ran up the stairs to the main door. When they saw who was at the door, they almost dashed back downstairs. Danny's heart started to race, pounding in his chest. He hoped he wouldn't notice him.

Vlad Masters, mayor of Amity Park, stood at the doorway, his suit crispy, clean, and black. His hands were behind his back and his face was neutral. "Ms. Manson, may I speak with you for a moment, you too Mr. Foley." he paused and his eyes darted towards Danny, confusion crossing his face. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Daisy. An exchange student…" Danny said rapidly in defense. Danny held out his hand "Nice to meet you, uh…"

"Mayor Masters. Welcome to Amity Park." Vlad said in a sweet tone. So he doesn't recognize me. YES! Danny smiled internally. "I just need a moment with you two." Vlad returned back to his neutrality as he pointed to Danny's friends. They followed him onto Sam's porch. Danny stayed behind; ready to return back downstairs when someone touched his arm.

Sam's grandma sat in her motorized wheelchair and told him to wait. "Danny how are you holding up?" she said with a grin on her face.

"Wait – h-how? What?" Danny was shocked and confused. How did she figure it out?

"You look the same. It isn't hard to tell, at least if you pay attention." She said as she winked.

"I- uh, I'm good." He replied to her earlier question. H didn't know what to think. He knew Sam's grandma was smart, but this convinced him that she had some sort of psychic powers.

"Stay safe kiddo." Danny nodded and smiled in reply. Sam's grandma patted his back and he went back downstairs. His mind raced through thoughts on where he went wrong, was I giving away too much?

AT THE SAME TIME

"What do you want Vlad?" Sam ordered as she crossed her arms and glared ferociously.

"You know what I want. Where's Daniel?"

"After the stunt you pulled yesterday, he's long gone. We couldn't find him" Tucker replied in anger.

"Don't play dumb with me child. You two would be the only ones to know where he could possibly be. He's hiding, isn't he?"

"You know, Danny could pull a Vlad and reveal your secret?" Sam said in a sly smile as she pointed her finger slowly at the older halfa.

"I don't need this!" Vlad shouted and stomped his foot. "Tell me where he is NOW." He demanded as his eyes flashed a glimpse of red.

"Why do you need him anyway? He's out of town." Tucker said and then clamped his hand on his mouth, as if he revealed a secret.

"Which town!?" Vlad shouted as he towered over Tucker. Tucker just shrugged with a neutral expression. Vlad let out an irritated growl and stomped back to his limo. He hopped in the back seat and left speedily.

Sam and Tucker looked at each other, high-fived at their acting skills, and then skipped back inside. They met Danny in the movie theater-like basement. Danny immediately started to explain his encounter with Sam's grandmother followed by Sam and Tucker's explanation of Vlad's annoyance.

They erupted in laughter after both explanations and finished the movie. The day ended same as yesterday: Tucker left for his home and Danny slept over at Sam's. As they did their homework, they began to fall asleep and ultimately ended up passed out on Sam's bed.

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The morning routine began same as yesterdays as well. Sam woke Danny up, they got ready, ate breakfast, met with Tucker, and headed for school. Today, Danny wore a blue off the shoulder crop top, showing off his slight toned abs, paired with black skinny ripped jeans with his signature red high top converse. He let his hair out today, its silky-smooth strands meeting his hips and swaying back and forth as he moved. Sam wore a purple t-shirt paired with black leggings and thick combat boots. Tucker wore his usual yellow turtle neck, green cargo pants, red beret, and brown timberland boots.

The trio conversed about other students and recent gossip surrounding the school. The biggest event was Danny's revelation, but they ignored that fact. When they reached the school, students stared again. Danny cupped his hand over his face as if he was hiding behind it. He walked behind his friends and he could feel all the eyes burning holes into his body. He didn't stop at his locker, in fear of being cornered by Dash again. He followed Sam and she grabbed her textbooks from her locker. Just then, a huge, muscular figure placed his hand on Danny's shoulder. Danny jumped a little in response and turned around.

Dash stood there, with a white bandage covering his nose. "Daisy…" he started. Danny waited for a punch to the face, half closing one eye and keeping the other open, but "- you're strong. You're like THE PERFECT girl…" Danny puked in his mouth and swallowed it back down. WHAT. THE. FUCK. Can't this man get a hint?

"Um…" Danny stood there. He really, really, REALLY, didn't want to reply. Sam was laughing her hardest next to him. He jabbed his elbow into her side, but she continued as if the shove didn't affect her. Before Danny could move Dash grabbed him by the waist… and… and…

KISSED HIM. THE DUMBASS THAT WAS DASH FUCKING KISSED HIM. Danny's eyes widened, and he wanted to race the hell out of here, but he was frozen in Dash's tight grip. Dash pushed harder and asked entrance into Danny's mouth through his tongue. Danny puckered his lips tight and stomped on Dash's foot. Dash yelped backwards in pain and Danny dashed out and into Lancer's classroom. He could hear Dash's cry for wait and something about it being 'the best kiss ever'.

He was hyperventilating as he sat down in his seat. He shuffled through his backpack and found a water bottle and downed the whole thing. Lancer looked over questioningly and Danny smiled innocently as Lancer returned to his computer unfazed.

Tucker and Sam came running into the classroom, doubling over in laughter. Yeah, laugh your asses off at my expense. Danny banged his head on his desk and left it there until the bell rang.

Dash entered the room after the bell rang and sent Danny a flirtatious wave. Danny wanted to stab himself and become full ghost. Sam and Tucker had huge grins and sent Danny kisses as if mimicking Dash.

"Good morning class, happy Tuesday. Please say here as I say your name for attendance." Lancer said. Again, everyone's name had a check mark beside it except for Daniel Fenton on his attendance sheet. Lancer hoped his student was okay. "Ok class," he said as he put down his clipboard "today we are going to –" a wisp of blue escaped Danny's mouth. No. No. No. No. Danny's hand shot up in the air. Lancer sighed, "yes Daisy?"

"Can I go to the restroom please?" Danny asked sweetly, he wanted to escape this hell hole anyways.

"Yes, but go quickly." Lancer continued his announcements as Danny left the classroom. Closing the door, he looked left and right and didn't see any ghost. He walked to the girl's bathroom and entered a stall. Transforming invisibly, he flew through the ceiling and onto the school roof. A robotic ghost stood holding a huge blaster, green flaming hair flying in the wind.

Skulker immediately scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, then widened his eyes in realization. The sexy phantom that stood in front of him was none other than Danny, just female version. He started to snicker at his enemy's predicament. Danny landed on the roof and almost fell over, he wasn't used to wearing heels. This only made Skulker laugh harder at the welp trying to regain his balance on the 4 inch heels connected to his thigh high boots.

"Welp, what happened to you? It is you right? I still want to skin your pelt and place it over my fireplace." Skulker said with his grin. He aimed his blaster and fired.

Danny dodged the ectoblast, tumbling over his heels. Flying it is, he thought as he began to levitate. "Skulker, even if I'm a girl, I can still beat your ass. Don't be sexist." Danny said as he fired back three fire blasts in succession.

The first two were dodged by the flaming ghost, but the last knocked the blaster from his arms. Skulker drew up his arm and it opened to reveal 3 silver and blue missiles. He fired and remarked "Is it true that Plasmius revealed your secret to the mortals?"

Danny rolled his eyes and confirmed the ghosts suspicion. "I don't have time for this, I need to get back to class." Danny crossed his arms producing a shield, blocking the missile. He flew up to Skulker and kicked the ghosts arms off. He then proceeded to unscrew Skulker's head and grab the green little blob from within. He took the thermos out of his belt and dropped the blob into the thermos.

Danny sighed as capped the thermos and floated back down into the bathroom, transforming into his human self and returning to class. He sat down with a huff, tired from fighting the level four ghost. Sam passed a note onto his desk: 'check your arm'. Oh shit. He didn't notice the slender cut that ran down his arm. One of the missiles must have nicked him when he had turned around. He placed his hand on top of the scar to block it from view. He checked his palm and some blood was smeared across it. Great.

Class resumed as usual, Lancer went through a PowerPoint and then gave students work time. The students conversed in their respective social groups and Danny was glad for the little attention.

Suddenly, Danny felt his muscles ache. He couldn't move any of his limbs He was about to tell Sam, but suddenly a green smoke arose from his body. Students turned around to see the situation. The smoke filled the room and everyone began coughing. Lancer opened the door and a window and students swatted the air as they coughed. The smoke began to clear and everyone turned their head towards the source of the green air.

Short, jagged black hair replaced the silky black locks, thin slender frame was replaced by light muscles, pointed face replaced by angular cheek bones, and crop top and skinny jeans replaced by a blue t-shirt ad jeans.

Danny Fenton sat in the spot Daisy was sitting in, wide eyed and staring at his classmates. Students mouths were wide open while Sam and Tucker facepalmed in sync.

"Fuck." Danny muttered, clutching his arm tighter.

The loudest exclamation came from a specific A-lister with his head in his hands. "I KISSED FENTURD?!" Dash shouted as he stood up.

#omg so cringey #this was my third phicc I think #did ya like it? #I feel like some charcacters were OOC but I hope not #an old phicc of mine #a phicc a day keeps the doctor away

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i would like to place you in a habitat

TWO HABITATS? YES PLEASE!!

what habitat am i being placed into

#I AM BOTH!!! something something i get #uh. i contain multitudes. WHICH MEANS I CAN BE IN TWO PLACES IN ONCE YES #asks #anonymous

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The Wanderer - Part 1

by @proliferationinthecrypts

“Out there, in the world, walk embodiments of ideas and peoples, whose lives contain multitudes. To us, they are almost beyond time. A young doctor is about to meet one.“

The following diary entries were taken from the journal of one Doctor Elliott Rutherford. 

19/12/2018

Fuck, I don’t even know where to begin. But, I guess, since the Big Guys won’t let me breathe so much as a whisper of this one to my colleagues, family, or anyone else, even with all personal details anonymised, I’ll have to get my feelings out here. Maybe I can get my thoughts straight, too. 

The patient those two business-looking guys, the ones in the suits who never introduced themselves, assigned to me, had his first appointment today. Right now, sitting at my desk, it still feels weird that I want to write about this, I mean, you see some pretty fucked up shit, as a psychiatrist, but… I mean, maybe it’s because my migraines have been bad lately, ramping up my stress levels? Honestly, who knows? I’ve been left pretty stunned by today.

I’ll call my new patient ‘Grandpa’. He isn’t that old (although I am still unsure of his age, which is embarrassing for me), but the name fits him well, and I’m not gonna put down the name he gave me here (I mean, I feel that I shouldn’t even write this in my own diaries, but hey, I love precaution!). I had been given very little information about him by the men in suits that let themselves into my office and grilled me on random shit for two hours, but my first impression of the guy still nags at me. When he came into my office and sat himself down, nothing seemed weirder than anything else I’d seen in my career. I do wonder if the mystery surrounding his arrival at my practice had put me on edge, although, for some reason, that just feels like a wrong answer. Damn, I need to slow my brain down. Easy, man, easy. No overthinking, this time. I’m going to write out our meeting as I saw it, and maybe, if I come back to my computer after sleeping on all this, things will make more sense. That’s often the way, isn’t it? Right, here we go.

I do a little thing when my patients first come in - I look them in the face, or attempt to, to get a gauge on their stance, expression, the general vibe they give off, if you will. Grandpa did meet my eyes pretty quickly, but only for a moment, before his body jolted, almost as if he’d gained some sort of focus, and heightened awareness of where he was. He then proceeded to glance about the room, his one visible eye wide. He really did look like a startled animal, trapped in a corner. He jumped into the room, hunched, with stiff arms, almost childish. His head snapped around, and he looked over his shoulder. It seemed like he was fixing to look down the corridor, but he pulled himself back, and slowly, slowly closed the door. It made no sound, and he seemed to relax again.

He did not speak until he’d perched in the chair I’d set out for him. He still hadn’t looked at me since he first entered, and he looked almost embarrassed. I smiled, introduced myself as the doctor, and then faltered. It was only a slight pause before I asked him how he preferred to be addressed - I mean, there was no name on the few papers I’d been given before our appointment, but it was still unusual for me. Something in me was sure that I would get no simple answer. Grandpa confirmed my suspicions by bouncing his leg, and staring at the floor for a few more seconds, before answering.

“Call me Grandpa.” He said.

“Okay, Grandpa, it’s nice to meet you.” I replied, still smiling at him. I got no response. There was another long pause, before Grandpa raised his head, and stared at the window behind me, caught up in the middle distance. I think he would have stayed like that if I hadn’t drawn back his attention.

“So, Grandpa, what can I do for you today?” My usual intro-question carried the tension it usually does, and a little extra. I’ve talked to people whose selves have been in many dark and odd places, and I have been, with them, in some equally dark and odd situations. I’ve seen every face and form the psyche can take. The atmosphere on this particular morning, however, said otherwise. It was at that moment, you see, when Grandpa raised his greying head and forced (yes, forced) himself to meet my gaze.

“How much have you been told, dear?” His voice crackled, like that of somebody who chain-smoked, hard and often. 

“About you?”

“Yes, dear.”

Now, as I’ve said, the men in suits, and those surrounding them, had given me very little on Grandpa. No date of birth, no name, no detailed medical history. Enough for a dating profile, maybe, plus a list of physical maladies, and medications, but little else. Moreover, the notes weren’t dated, or attributed to any practitioner or medical practice. They just had that cover letter, from the manager of my trust, and some guy the men in suits had mentioned.

“From the notes I was given, you’re… “odd, but gentle”?”

“Yes. Nice to see they’ve stuck with that one.” His little smile caught me off guard, and I stumbled over my reply.

“You “like coffee and cake”, and “don’t trust easily”?”

“That is correct.”

“What kind of cake do you like?” Another smile answered me, one that reached his eye, this time.

“Oh, my, that’s difficult to say. I’ve tried so many.” 

I was beginning to like this guy. Even if he himself couldn’t have been older than 65, his voice carried the self-assurance of someone who had lived far longer. It was kind, and gravelly. I wondered about his career, the places he’d seen.

“Have you been told much more, my son?” Grandpa asked.

“Hm,” I quickly flicked through the papers in my lap. “Not much. Hm… medications, some, uh, physical stuff, burns- uh, there isn’t much.” His warm gaze still held mine. I found my hands relaxing, letting the papers fall back down.

“May I see those?” 

“Why, er, yes, of course.” I gathered the papers, and held them out for him to grab. He stood up, and reached forward, maybe an inch or so, before jerking back, like he’d had a shock. He cleared his throat, I remember, before tugging down the cuff of his shirt, and taking the papers. I gave him the time he needed to look them over, once he’d sat down again. His gaze zipped through the pages, while he nodded, slowly. Eventually, they were handed back to me, with a courteous nod.

“It seems you have some little scraps,” he shifted in his seat, “I hope I don’t confuse you, you seem like one of the nice ones. You have that look about you. Not your outward looks, no, I’m referring to how you set your shoulders, your expression. Oh, I’m starting off on one again,” he took a deep breath, “I’ve tried this with other psychs, it might benefit you, too. Would you like to ask me some questions?” He smiled again, but this one was weaker. Not forced, but you could see even he wasn’t entirely sold on it. Now, this last statement had me stuck for a moment. The know-how in his voice was probably what spurred me on.

“Where are you from?” 

Grandpa tensed again, and cocked his head a little.

“Oy, that one. So easy to ask, and yet so tricky to answer. The simplest answer I can give is, wait, wait, I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten the time of… Yes, the simplest answer is that I’m Israeli.”

“You’re from Israel? Cool.”

“Yes.”

“Whereabouts?”

“Last time I was there, I had a little place in Jerusalem.”

“Where do you live now?”

“Oh, I still live there, mostly. I’m just up here visiting some old… friends.”

“In London?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” I wanted to move on. “How old are you?”

“Do you want the hard answer, or the easy one?” Grandpa’s brow was furrowed.

“Whichever you feel like giving.” 

“I’m very, very, very old.” He was leaning on his knees, and looking up at me through his thick, dark eyelashes. I believed him, in that moment. He raised his head again - I think he read the confusion on my face.

“For your purposes, peg me anywhere between 55 and 75. That’s where people’s guesses usually fall, within that range. It might be easier for you, that way.”

I took a moment to think, and decided it was best, once again, to press forward. After all, I still had so little to work with.

“Grandpa, what would you like me to do for you?” This question made him sigh, and lean his cheek on his hand.

“My dear doctor… I suppose, it’s still nice to have someone here to listen. As I’m sure you know, sharing one’s burdens is incredibly healthy. I don’t want to drop too much on you, too soon. I know you’ve seen many, many people, and read their stories. You’ve held their hands when they were sick, and sat with them when no-one else would. Here, though, there is something important for you to know,” he clasped his hands together, his mouth drawn in determination. “A hell of a lot has happened to me. A hell of a lot. I, myself, never know when or where to start. Plus, this is only a test session, I mean, it usually is, to see if we click, as patient and physician. Hence, why I’ve suggested that you ask the questions.” 

The quirk of his eyebrow drove me to start probing a little deeper.

“You wear an eyepatch,” I pointed at the glossy, leather-looking mask that hugged almost one half of his face. “Why?”

“Around thirty-three percent of my body was severely burned. Fairly recently - in your terms, anyway. Part of the damage was the loss of my eye.”

“Are you comfortable in telling me how this happened?”

“No. I should, but you are so young. So small.” His eye was wandering back towards the window.

“Do you feel… any kind of way about your burns that you want to share with me?” 

Another pause. This one, long, and the most stifling thus far. It took him a little longer, this time, to return to the present.

“My son, how it feels to die, over, and over, and over, millions of times over… It is something I still cannot describe. I have always been good, excellent, with words, but there are none there. I feel the same physical pain that you would, with injuries like these, except these are nothing like that. Not even close. They scorched an already battered, ancient ground, and every spot that stings, every little tiny cut that won’t close, even after years, makes me think of all the trees that once grew, and their children that will never be… that I will never know.”

Now, at this point, I was entirely fascinated. I think, looking back, I had completely forgotten how utterly lost I was. The questions came more easily, from that point. I’ll paraphrase, or remember the best I can, the ones that stuck out to me the most:

“You’d been hurt before?”

“Many times. In ways I’m very glad you can’t feel.”

*

“Do you work?”

“Yes.”

“What do you do?”

“Currently, I’m a librarian. I’ve been one many times before, but I’ve always been drawn to the written word. I practically peed myself when the printing press was invented.”

“You do have a way with words.”

“Yeah, language is my thing!”

“Do you speak many languages? You know a little Hebrew, perhaps?”

“Hebrew is an old and dear friend of mine. It’s nice to see it spoken again. I speak a little bit of everything, to be honest, but I always come back to that. These days, it’s all about English, so I’ve made sure to keep my skills there nice and polished. It’s such an odd, patchwork language.”

*

“Where did you grow up?”

“That’s a big one. Pick a decade.”

“Hmm… 19…50s?”

“Shit, I phrased that poorly. Pick a century.”

“…19th?”

“Shit, I really didn’t think this one through.”

“Were you influenced a lot by classic literature growing up, then?”

“I guess you could say that?”

*

“What do you like to do when you’re not working?”

“I don’t go out socially, really… Oh, no, that’s wrong, I sometimes go out for drinks with my old friend Joel! I wonder how his kids are doing, I think the family moved out of Leipzig- oh… oh, no… Never mind. I don’t go out much, except to walk, and peruse libraries that aren’t the one I work at. I like to feed the stray cats. There are a lot of them in Israel, did you know that? They’re very sweet. I think they have a particularly liking to me, which is refreshing, as I’m sure you can imagine.”

*

“Do you have any aspirations, or projects you’re working on?”

“A bit of peace and quiet would be nice.”

“Could you elaborate?”

“I’d just like to be left alone, you know? People can be so destructive.”

“You get some mischievous readers down at the library, then?”

“Sometimes, but that’s nice. I mean, it’s annoying, but it’s nice compared to, you know, the world.”

“The world?”

“Yeah… I don’t like to read the papers. My fear drives me to do it, doctor, but I feel sick when I see what they say about me-us, I mean, me. They think it’s new, but it’s not. But the individual people, the grains of sand, they’re too young, they do not see…”

*

So, yeah, those are the exchanges I had with Grandpa that I can recall most clearly. The rest of the appointment went well, in that we seemed to get on. There are still some things that bug me, though. For example, when we’d come close to talking about his injuries, he would start tracing his fingers along his wrist. There were times when he’d go to tug back the cuff of his shirt, as if to show me something, but quickly deciding against this. Speaking of his injuries, I still feel irked. Patients open up about things in their own time, I know that, but I still feel this weird guilt about not being able to get anything on why he was so extensively, well, fucked up. If a man has burns, keloids and gashes poking out of every visible gap in his clothing, along with a gnarly eyepatch and a permanent look of wariness, then there is a story there.

The list of the medications he’s on was pretty extensive, so despite the general weirdness of this situation, I don’t think anything has been left out, there. He isn’t on any kind of anti-psychotic medication, and nothing from what we spoke about, or what was in my notes indicated any history of hallucinations. Grandpa seemed perfectly lucid, although nervous, and spoke consistently and with confidence about himself, and the little he gave me about his past.

To summarise, I’m strung out, I have no idea what’s happening, and I need to sleep. I have yet to hear anything from the men in suits, or whom-the-fuck ever, but I’m too tired to think about that area right now. I hope to God this will make more sense in the morning.

#The Wanderer #hetalia fanfiction #rated t #historical #mystery #aph ocs #hetalia oc #submission

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Roleplay Server Log #395

"Cooking with EAlex, Meet the Parents, Really Bad Ideas”

-Once certain that she was the only one still awake within the vicinity, Sphinx slipped out into the night to track down Ra.  She returns to spawn and heads in the direction she saw him and the child go, skirting around the village.  There's a house ahead of her and she catches a whiff of blood.  She starts questioning Ra’s sincerity and picks up her speed.  Sphinx approaches the house and the scent of blood is coming from a room built around two massive jungle trees’.  Climbing up to the small balcony she peers over the edge, and is surprised to find that the blood is coming from Ra, a pile of blue feathers at his side and the blood dripping from his arm.  Sphinx considers approaching until she hears the door open and a gentle glow is cast into the room.

“Firebird?”  Sphinx watched the long white haired woman draw closer to Ra.  “Is everything alright?”

“I’ll be fine, did I wake you?”  Ra yanks another feather out of his arm, wincing as he does so.

“Not me, but CP woke up because he could smell the blood.”  The woman kneels down next to Ra and with a gentle movement of her hand a few green flowers spring up next to Ra, a gentle green glow coming from the and whisping towards his wounds.  Ra is silent as he watches the flowers.

“I’m sorry Lie…”

“For what?”

“CN…  You trusted me to keep him safe and he ended up in danger because of my past.  He was stolen from me and dragged off, gagged and…  And I couldn’t control myself…  I tried to warn them off, I didn’t want to hurt them…”  Ra has begun trembling at this point, recalling what he did.

“But there’s a difference between then and now.”  Ra looks at the woman with surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“Firebird, in the past you did things out of pride and anger, this time, it was out of fear and love.  You feared for CN’s safety, you pushed yourself to get to him for his own safety.  You didn’t care about your own, only his.  You love him Firebird, that much is so very obvious.”  Lie glances over at the sleeping child on the bed.  “I know you worry about Doc changing their mind and kicking you out because of your relapse and I can assure you that will not happen.  You’re not the first to have a relapse at all.  In fact I’m fairly certain CP may be heading towards another himself.”  Ra tilts his head a bit curiously at the woman before him.

“How do you know the thoughts that trouble me?”

“You forget Firebird, I’m psychic and you’re broadcasting your thoughts fairly loudly.”  Sphinx watches as Ra becomes flustered.

“Ah, right…”  Lie smiles gently and places a hand on his arm.

“Get some rest Firebird, my flowers will heal your arms.”  She stands to leave and Firebird looks after her.

“Hypothetically, if I were to be kicked out, what would you do?”

“What would I do?  Well, I’d see what CN wanted to do.  Unfortunately, I don’t think he and I have bonded as we were meant to, but he has bonded with you.  If he wanted to follow you to where ever you ended up, I would let him go with you Firebird.  You have been quite possibly the best thing for him, and I respect that.  He has no powers other than the ability to transform into a bird, and even that was given to him.  He was meant to be a buffer against my husband when he spawned, and his first teachings were from somebody very cruel.  You saw he was starting down a path similar to what you had gone down, and you took it upon yourself to make sure that didn’t happen.  And I’m proud of you for that.”  Ra looked surprised.

“Proud of me?”

“Yes, it takes a very strong person Firebird, to take the mistakes of their past and not only learn for them, but use them to help another, and that’s exactly what you’ve done with CN.  Now rest, you need it.”  Lie then left the room, leaving Ra alone to his thoughts.  Sphinx slipped down to consider what she had just witnessed.  Obviously, Ra was trusted here, especially by that woman, but she needed to find Set to learn more.-

[Locklear] Huffs a little as he slips away from his most recent kill.  The hot and humid air is annoying as a multitude of bugs swarm around the area.  The buzz of their wings ignorable at this point to him-

[Yster] Rings his phone-

[Locklear] Lets a small smile cross his face as he stuffs his mask into his pocket and answers the call- Hello love

[Yster] Coos back at him- Are you busy?

[Locklear] - That would depend

[Yster] My parents called...

[Locklear] - Oh?  How nice.  Did you enjoy your chat with them?- He slips out onto a busy street, his red coat hiding the blood all too easily which is splattered across him

[Yster] Not bad... but I accidently let slip that I'm dating someone now and they want to meet you.

[Locklear] - ...  Love, I am currently blood soaked and in South America

[Yster] .... you're where??? And why?

[Locklear] - It's a rather easy place to get away with murder.  Would you like anything while I'm here?

[Yster] I guess it would totally depend on how you got there and how you're getting back?

[Locklear] - By the slender beings my dear, but I would need to stop at the manor and change my clothes on the way back

[Yster] Ah, so it'll be a short trip with no customs involved. Any chance you could pick up some coracao de frango? It's a street snack and should travel okay. If it's not too much trouble.

[Locklear] - Anything for you

[Yster] Splendid! I'll see you when you get here. I can always fob them off for a day or two so you can relax and tell me about your trip.

[Locklear] - I can be back in a few hours if you'd rather get it over with quickly

[Yster] Up to you. You're kind of 'not the one driving'. Haha

[Locklear] - I will see you in a few hours then

-There's a distinct smell of meat and it rouses Licht from her position on the couch, where she's flopped after coming home from work-

[Licht] Groans and rolls out of bed- EAlex?  What are you doing now?

[EAlex] Whoops! Um... cooking you dinner?

[Licht] - ...  How?

[Ealex] ...... with heat?

[Licht] Is still suspicious and so throws on a thin robe and heads into the kitchen-

[EAlex] Has placed two furnaces in the middle of the kitchen and is monitoring them both. - Oh! I was gonna call you when it was done...

[Licht] - No, stop those things

[EAlex] But.... It's almost done, just give it min.... and then I'll get rid of them. I promise!

[Licht] - No

[EAlex] Obviously stalling for a few more seconds- annnd foods done! - He takes a whole roast chicken out of one furnace and two baked potatoes out of the other. The delicious smell billows out into the kitchen the moment the little doors on the furnaces are opened.

[Licht] Does not look happy-

[EAlex] flop sweat and sets the food on the table before swatting the furnaces so they pop small and zip into his inventory. - No more mess.

[Licht] - If I recall correctly, if you take something out of a furnace before it's done, it remains raw, correct?

[EAlex] I stalled long enough. It's all done. It only takes a few minutes in a game furnace.

[Licht] - Yes, but it's just plain.  If you had taken it out when I told you to, then I would have shown you how to use what I have here in the kitchen and how to season stuff

[EAlex] What's seasoning?

[Licht] - Flavor that you add BEFORE you cook

[EAlex] Is very curious now. - I can get another raw one from my trunk...?

[Licht] Huffs a little- Fine, at least the potato's are salvageable

[EAlex] I'll put the cooked one away, it's not like it'll go bad. - he stows the chicken and hurries off to grab another. In a wink he's back and holding a very large raw chicken in both hands.

[Licht] Has gone and retrieved the proper pan for roasting a chicken and is flipping through a recipe book- Let's see here...  I think I have some of that?

[EAlex] Juggles the bird for a moment and puts it on a plate before peeking over her shoulder-

[Licht] - Alright, first things first, we need to pre heat the oven

[EAlex] It doesn't just get hot?

[Licht] - No, and that's because it can be set to many different temperatures too- She shows EAlex which buttons to hit to set the oven

[EAlex] Wouldn't making it colder cook things slower? Or being hotter just burn them to nothing like falling in lava?

[Licht] - No, different things do cook differently at different temperatures, but other things have to be cooked at different temps for safety reasons

[EAlex] Sounds complicated. So... where do we put the fuel in? I have some lava if you're gonna run it for a long time.

[Licht] - It's electric, same stuff that runs the lights and the computer.  And it can be complicated, but that's why recipe's exist

[EAlex] Oh. Okay. - He looks around the stove curiously- It's really simple. Hardly any chips at all. Just on this clock part.

[Licht] - Well, it is only meant for cooking.  Open that cupboard to your right and look for a container labeled Thyme

[EAlex] Time? Okay, I'm looking. - They poke around - Lots of stuff in here! Mmmm... here it is! - He hands Licht the jar and then eases open another jar to sniff the contents before coughing explosively.

[Licht] - We'll only need a little- She moves the chicken to the roasting pan before reaching for the container in EAlex's hand- Uh, this is not what I asked for

-It's a jar of cinnamon-

[EAlex] It's in my nose! OW!

[Licht] - That's cinnamon- She closes the jar and puts it back before grabbing the thyme- This is what we needed

[EAlex] Goes to the sink and tries to get rid of the lingering powder with cold water- Mmm' Not used to having such a long nose!-

[Licht] - I suppose not...  Now come here, I'm going to show you how to separate the skin from the rest of the chicken

[EAlex] Why do you want to skin it? That parts crispy.

[Licht] - This helps the flavors get into the meat, it will also make the skin crispier

[EAlex] Scoots over beside her to watch. He smells slightly of smoke and a bit muskier then usual. But in a good way. His hair trails a strand over an exposed part of her neck as he leans over to look.

[Licht] Shivers- You might want to pull your hair back while you cook

[EAlex] Sorry... wait, with what? If I use spider thread I might have trouble getting it out.

[Licht] Pulls open a small drawer and pulls out a hair band- Here, use this

[EAlex] Holds up the little ring and plays with it in a confused way- How..?

[Licht] Small sigh before washing her hands and taking the band- Hold still- She pulls his hair back and puts it into a braid to keep it out of the way

[EAlex] Hums happily as his hair is handled. It's soft and just a bit curly as it spills over his shoulders- Thank you.

[Licht] - Now, take the thyme and rub some of it under the skin, not too much though

[EAlex] Does as he's told and ends up scooting the chicken around a lot trying to manipulate it. - This smells so odd.

[Licht] - Maybe a little, but it does taste good

[EAlex] I'll just trust you on that. - He finishes up with the chicken and gives it a pat-

[Licht] - Now we melt a little butter and put it on the skin- She grabs a small bowl and puts a bit of butter in it before putting it in the microwave and showing EAlex what to hit

[EAlex] Figures out the microwave a bit quicker since it's more like the furnace actually.

[Licht] Next shows him how to brush the butter onto the chicken.  While doing this the Oven beeps to let them know it's ready- Perfect timing, time to put this in

[EAlex] I can do it! - They pop the door and eyebow at the rush of heat before putting it in bare-handed. - Toasty.

[Licht] - Now then, this will take a few hours, but that gives us a chance to look through the cook books for anything else you might like to learn how to cook

[EAlex] Hours? Talk about roughing it... But that does give us time to.... explore other things. - He reaches over her and grabs a book at random before opening it in front of them-

[Licht] Smiles a little and watches EAlex begin looking through the recipes, she feels calm, much calmer than she has been around the large being, and she supposed that was a good thing-

[Locklear] He yawns as he pulls up in front of Yster's apartment, he is sans his usual red jacket since Trender had thrown a fit over him meeting Yster's parents in it, especially since there was still fresh blood on it.  Instead he wore a dark red shirt with a dark charcoal gray suit over.  His hair was even pulled back and he was exhausted.  He quickly climbed the stairs with the food Yster requested and knocks on the door-

[Yster] Opens the door and sweeps him inside- you look so dapper! I've missed you.

[Locklear] - And I have missed you- He offers her the food she requested- And I only look like this because Trender was having a fit

[Yster] Then he has my gratitude, you look great. - she takes the food - Oooh! That smells wonderful! Thank you. - she gives him a peck on the cheek - so nice to get a box of tasty hearts from you- she winks cheekily.

[Locklear] - It's not the first time

[Yster] - blink blink- ????

[Locklear] - Come now, it wasn't that long after our first meeting that I left you a gift

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[Yster] Dawning realization- !!!!!! You know.... I'd almost forgotten about that! Though I wouldn't have described it as tasty. Honestly I wasn't sure what to do with it. It's in the very back of my freezer. I wasn't too sure what kind of animal it actually came from.    

[Locklear] - A deer, I would have never taken an innocents heart and my usual prey wouldn't have even been worth spitting on.  That and it was as close to giving you my physical heart as I could

[Yster] Ah! Okay, that's a bit of a relief. I was a tad afraid it was human. Incriminating evidence and all. - she taps her chin- I wonder if I could pickle it? I'll have to get a big jar... Anyway. That's a weekend project. Thank you though.

[Locklear] - You're very welcome love.  Now then, I believe I have some family to meet?

[Yster] Yes. We have a little time. I'll go change my clothes and we can go-

[Locklear] - I'll wait here- He goes to sit in a chair and ends up dozing as he waits

[Yster] Comes back out after about ten minutes. Her long black hair is tastefully braided and she's wearing a charcoal and red pantsuit that's not quite a match for his but nice enough. She's also got a pair of red glass earrings and a pendant with a large matching stone and some heels. - I'm ready. Aww. - she gives him a gentle peck.

[Locklear] Opens his eyes- Perhaps it would be best if you drove tonight- He offers his keys

[Yster] Fair enough. You can doze in the car so you're nice and sharp.

[Locklear] - Well, this is what happens when you haven't slept in about 48 hours

[Yster] Particularly difficult targets?

[Locklear] - No, just an increased need for organs

[Yster] Yikes... - she helps him out to the car and pulls out slowly. There isn't too much traffic and it's a nice night.

[Locklear] Absolutely falls asleep against the window as Yster drives-

[YSter] Pulls into a small homey-looking restaunt and scouts around for her mothers car before parking next to it. She give him a little poke. - They beat us here. Are you ready?

[Locklear] - I suppose so.  Just so we're clear, I work in the hospital with children

[Yster] I'll just let you talk about it without inturrupting so we keep our stories straight.

[Locklear] - And how did we meet?

[Yster] Mutual friend. That's vague enough.

[Locklear] - Alright, let's go then- He yawns as he opens his door

[Yster] Leads them into the resturant and heads for the table her parents are sitting at.

-Her mother is a pleasant looking woman with dark eyes, a short flattering haircut and a very conservative black dress. Her only adornment is a little gold cross necklace and some small gold earrings. She gives Locklear a look that says she approves so far and gestures for them to sit down.

-Yster's father has a sweater on and some dark jeans.  He's got short hair and smiles as he see's his daughter-

[Liam] - There's my baby girl!

[Locklear] Notices the slight suspicious look given to him from Yster's father-

[Yster] Mom, dad, this is Doctor Locklear. This is my mom Lovis and my dad Liam.

[Lovis] Doctor? My my.

[Locklear] - A pleasure to meet both of you, I'm afraid your daughter hasn't mentioned you much

[Lovis] That's fair since she hasn't told us much about you either. So what kind of doctor are you?

[Locklear] - I'm a surgeon, specializing in transplants for children

[Liam] - You work at the local hospital?

[Locklear] - Sometimes, I move around depending on where I'm needed since there aren't many who specialize in what I do

[Lovis] Then I think you and I must be mortal enemies Doctor Locklear. - She gives a little laugh.

[Yster] Blushes- MOM.

[Locklear] - And why might that be?

[Liam] - Dear please don't put it like that...

[Yster] Ugh.... Love, mom is a funeral director. She also runs a small crematorium.... Her business is literally death.

[Locklear] - I see, is that where your daughter gets her love of the other side?

[Lovis] Most likely. But it's a good steady income that let me give her what she needed growing up. After all, a cemetary is just a pretty park with lots of very quiet residents.

[Locklear] - This is very true

[Liam] - So Yster, where did you meet your boyfriend?

[Yster] Oh, he and I have a mutual friend. My old bosses son introduced us.

[Locklear] - I most certainly didn't know what to say to her at first, so I do admit I ignored her a little just out of nervousness

[Liam] - Old boss?  Do you mean Howard?

[Yster] Oh fuck no. That nasty old creep! It was Markus. You remember him right?

[Lovis] Oh, the one with the receeding hairline?

[Yster] He got implants mom...

[Liam] - Oh yeah, nice man

[Locklear] - So what do you do sir?

[Liam] - Me?  I work for the government, just a lowly pencil pusher I'm afraid

-Waiter comes over to take their orders and puts a basket of crispbread on the table with some butter-

[Yster] Gives Locklear a look like 'would you like me too..?'

[Lovis] Orders a Raksmorgas and an order of pea soup and pancakes for Liam - It is Thursday, but I'm just not in the mood. You know?

[Locklear] - Go ahead, I'm sure I'd barely be able to read the menu with how tired I am

[Yster] I'll have the pickled herring over potates and a Raksmorgas for my friend. - She side eyes him. 'Trust me'.

[Waiter] thanks them and scurries away-

[Liam] - Yster, have you spoken to your brother recently?

[Yster] Only online. All he ever talks about is his boyfriend...

[Lovis] He is a nice young man.

[Liam] - They just got back from a trip to Brazil!  I think he mentioned having a present for you?

[Yster] Then I guess he's waiting to see me in person... wait, what was he doing in Brazil?

[Lovis] The usual necking I suppose.

[Liam] - Some sort of festival?  Or activist thing?  I don't remember, you know how he is though

[Locklear] - You always have to be careful doing that sort of activity

[Yster] Yeah.... - she looks closer at her mother. - Mom.... why are you wearing that thing?

[Lovis] You know it's good for business sweetheart, makes my clients more... comfortable.

[Yster] -deep sigh-

[Locklear] - Are you actually religious?  Or...

[Yster] Oh she's religious all right.

[Lovis] Chuckles sweetly- He must be a special one, if you're going to share family secrets...

[Yster] MOM.

[Locklear] - Well, she already knows a few of the more...  Unsavory things about my family

[Yster] She worships some Aztec deity none of us can pronounce right.

[Lovis] Takes a dainty sip of her drink- It's not good to say his name aloud for no reason anyway sweetheart.

[Yster] I know mom. - she looks at Locklear and thumbs at her mom- she just likes putting dead Christians and Catholics in the fire and the ground.

[Lovis] Gives the tiniest shrug while smiling at Locklear. - We all have our, little hobbies.

[Waiter] arrives with the food and places it around. The Rakmorgas  are shrimp sandwiches piled high on a single slice of bread each with shrimps, boiled eggs slices, lettuce, and creme romsas with dill and salmon roe. The pea soup and pancakes is exactly what it sounds like.

[Yster] Takes her herring potatos gratefully.

[Locklear] - Oh absolutely

[Liam] - So what about your family Locklear?

[Locklear] - We're all...  Adopted.  Our father and his brothers have supported us, even as adults they check in on us and help us if needed

[Lovis] That's quite admirable. It takes a big heart to adopt children in need. I presume this is why you enjoy working with children yourself?

[Locklear] - Partially, and it keeps me out of the same wards which a couple of my siblings work in

[Lovis] Well if you see someone a lot at home, it's understandable to not want to see them all day at work as well. Thankfully my job is quite quiet. Haha.

[Locklear] - You're quite lucky in that aspect- He tries to stifle a yawn- My apologies in the past two days I've only gotten...  How long were we in the car?

[Yster] Not long. We should eat anyway. I'm betting you'll pass out when we get back. - She forks up some of her food and nibbles on some crispbread as well.

[Locklear] - Of course- He starts eating as well and he does notice the slight glare that Liam is giving him

[Yster] Gives her dad a questioning look.

[Liam] Just smiles at his daughter as he slurps up his soup-

[Lovis] Saw the look and gives her husband the smallest light kick under the table with her rather pointy shoes. She's assuming he's just being territorial.

[Liam] - Oh, before I forget Yster, your birthday is coming up, what do you want?

[Yster] ...

[Lovis] You should get her a Princesstarta, she loves those.

[Yster] Squirms - It's true.

[Liam] - Oh yeah!  I remember the first time you had one, you ended up with cake all over your cute little chubby face

[Locklear] Fights back a bit of laughter at the mental image-

[Yster] aaaaarrrrrgh.

[Lovis] Should I just get you a gift card for some new movies? Or games?

[Yster] Very embarassed nod-

[Liam] - I'll still get you your Princesstarta baby girl

[Yster] Please dad...

[Liam] - I know, I know

[Locklear] Eats a bit more, thinking about what he could possibly get Yster and is distracted-

[Lovis] Finishes her food and makes eye contact with Locklear, he can tell she's appraising his attire, his accent and how he's dressed. She gives him a small, approving smile.

[Locklear] Finishes his food and glances at the time- Yes, I do believe I have been up for way to long, are you about ready to go love?

[Yster] I am. I had a long day at work. And we may have to bother Cp again for some debugging... - He can see her mentally swear for saying a bit too much because tired.

[Lovis] Cp?

[Locklear] - Our mutual friend that introduced us, he's brilliant with coding things, but an absolute asshole

[Yster] Not fighting that.

[Lois] Ah, the tempermental savant type.

[Locklear] - Indeed

[Liam] - Well, if both of you are tired, we shouldn't keep you, but Locklear, you, Noah, and I should have a boys day, maybe go fishing

[Lovis] You should go catch crayfish, then they might actually be eaten afterwards.

[Yster] I would absolutely eat some crayfish.

[Locklear] - Perhaps, I'll have to see when I have some time off

[Yster] Stands and her mom does as well; to hug her and whisper something to her before letting go. She gives her dad a hug as well-

[Liam] Gives her a pat on her back and leans in closer- You still have your pepper spray, right?

[Yster] Yes dad. I'm being careful. And he's very very protective.

[Liam] - I'm just worried, it's a dad thing

[Yster] Don't be worried dad. This one is special.

[Liam] - I know that...

[Yster] Leans in - I love him dad...

[Liam] - That's what I'm scared of

[Yster] Pulls back and says quietly- Don't be such a 'dad'.

[Lovis] Gives Locklear a confident handshake. - It was lovely to meet you Doctor.

[Locklear] - And you, hopefully I can be much more stimulating and awake next time we meet

[Lovis] Lowers her voice so no one but him hears her- May the blessings of [incomprehensible] be on you. I haven't seen her this happy in a very long time.

[Locklear] - I'm happy to be the one to make her this happy, and thank you

[Liam] Offers Locklear a hand to shake-

[Locklear] Accepts it-

[Liam] - You be good to her

[Locklear] - Always

[Locklear] He and Yster leave the restaurant and he notices the mothers approving look towards his car as they get in. He dozes some more as Yster drives them home. He follows her inside and doesn't even notice his jacket folded neatly on the counter with his mask on top-

[Yster] Leads him to the couch and slips off his jacket and shoes before tossing a quilt over him, and putting a pillow under his head.  She belatedly notices his folded clothes and is a bit unsettled thinking someone was in her apartment while they were gone. She checks on Rex and Noodle before curiously grabbing Locklear's mask. She slips it on and amuses herself for a little while with the night vision setting. After a bit inspiration strikes, and she dons his coat as well before sending a few selfies to Dofta.

Chuckling to herself, she decides to hide his stuff in her room so he can't sneak out in the morning and retires to her own bed with a smile.

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[Lie] It's the next morning and she's outside tending to her animals-

[Sphinx] Draped across a fence like a heathen, watching Lie-

[Lie] Spots her- Um...  Can I help you?

[Sphinx] Hmmm.... Maybe. Why do you trust him so easily, hm?

[Lie] - Trust who?

[Sphinx] Ra--- Fffirebird. That's what you call him, Firebird.

[Lie] - Firebird?  Well, for starters he's never given me any reason not to trust him.  He's fought by our sides when we've needed him and he's been a great help with CN too.  He's personally helped protect me when facing off with a much more...  Tyrannical and murderous NOTCH...

[Sphinx] Hmmm... I  see...

[Sphinx] Although I doubt someone could be worse than he.

[Lie] Gives a mental burst of everything Harvestman had put them through-

[Notch] Comes around the corner talking to Ever.

[Ever] Catches sight of the Sphinx boobies and his tail flicks excitedly.

[Notch] What's wrong with you?

[Sphinx] -Seems unperturbed- That certainly is awful...

[Lie] - Yes, now I have a question...  Why the hell are you half naked?

[Sphinx] Why not?

[Lie] - Because!

[Notch] Very polite- Hello there. I suppose you're new?

[Ever] She looks good though.

[Sphinx] Because Why, hmm? There's not a reason TO put a shirt on.

[Lie] - For modesty!?

[Ever] Is wearing his usual booty shorts. - It is a nice day out...

[Sphinx] It's only modesty if you're ashamed of your body or live in a culture where you're not valued equally.

[Notch] She is a cat person Lie... don't be a.. a.. specieist?

[Ever] Chuckles-

[Sphinx] -Calmly rolls off the fencepost onto her paws and stretches-

[Lie] - Deer is bad enough with her trying to strip me whenever she's in the mood

[Ever] Twitchy ears -

[Notch] She's weirdly pushy with you isn't she?

[Lie] Huffs a little-

[Sphinx] An interesting view into how he's been living now, at least. That explains why Ra wears a shirt. Thank you for your input, Miss.

[Lie] - Oh, uh, your welcome?

[Ever] I thought Ra was a male god? Does he have boobs in some stories???

[Notch] Who are we talking about anyway?

[Sphinx] You call him Firebird. Still don't think it's a fitting name but... -Shrug-

[Notch] well we do have a phoenix on the server too. That could be confusing otherwise.

[Ever] Scoots over to Lie and pokes her-

[Lie] - Yes Ever?

[Sphinx] Maybe so.. Well, I better be off. People to find, People to question. I can tell Set is here Somewhere too.. -Starts off-

[Ever] Pulls out a bucket and a hopeful expression- would you care if I milked your vanilla cow?

[Notch] Looks defeated since he was mostly ignored. - Nice to uh... bye then...

[Lie] - Yeah, absolutely, and Sphinx?  If you're referring to Flowey, then you should try the desert

[Ever] Thanks! - Scoots off towards the barn -

[Lie] - Everything okay Notch?

[Sphinx] Much thanks.

[Notch] Shrugs- Just one of those days. Flux is out someplace and it's been super quiet. Just spinning my wheels today.

[Lie] - Well, you're always welcome to come over and play with your grand daughter whenever you want, she's pretty close to figuring out how to crawl

[Notch] Brightens- I may do just that. Where is she anyway?

[Lie] - Inside with daddy, having a messy breakfast

[Notch] Beams a bit - I'm just blown away by how good a dad he's become.

[Lie] - You never would have guessed from how he used to be

[Notch] Don't forget how many times he stalked and killed me.... Trust me, I know.

[Ever] Comes back wiping his mouth a little. He's already put the bucket away. - You're the best Lie. Thanks!

[Cradilly] Sneaks up on Ever and nips his tail curiously-

[Ever] YOW.

[Lie] - Cradilly that's not nice.  Got what you needed Ever?

[Cradilly] Tries to look chagrin and fails miserably-

[Blake] Dashes out the back door and leaps into the pond-

[Notch] I should come over more often it seems.

[Ever] Moves away fromt he plant with a suspicious look at it.

[Lie] - I haven't seen Karla about lately, how's she doing Ever?

[Ever] Wilts a little. - She's spending way too much time trying to think of reasons to seek out Slender. She's fascinated with him and he scares the fuck out of me.

[Lie] - Oh dear...  I mean...  I don't think she'd really need much of a reason, but I also know he's pretty stressed himself at the moment...

[Ever] She kinda wants to help....

[Notch] That's weirdly noble of her...

[Ever] You know it's not that simple.

[Lie] - In other words she wants something in return

[Ever] Looks down - I think... she's jelous of you guys...

[Lie] - Jealous?  Why is she jealous?

[Ever] Waves a hand - Because you guys are... super... you know? You all have weird powers. She's practically ageless and so am I.. but...

[Lie] - She wants another tool on her belt...  But what does she think she can get from Slender?

[Ever] I don't know. The way I understand it, you can't be a creepypasta without accepting Insanity, right?

[Notch] Well... they don't stop being creepypastas once she'd gone though.

[Lie] - But from what I've heard, she's only infecting those for Slender's father at the moment...

[Ever] I don't know. She's hard for me to read sometimes.

[Lie] - I...  I'm not sure how to feel about this.  I like Karla, but I remember very well how CP was...

[Ever] Yeah. She's... annoyingly ambitious about certain things.

[Notch] she cares about your opinion though, right?

[Ever] Yes, but I don't even know what to say. She wouldn't turn on you guys, she's not ungrateful.

[Lie] - Ever, if she gets turned, there's a chance you'd be dragged in as well.  I remember when I was told about how a creepy pasta's mates work, well, the mate ends up infected as well usually...

[Ever] Puffs up his tail - Why would they want me??? I can't possibly be of any use. I'm a good book-keeper and that's about it. I'm no good in a fight.

[Lie] - Because you'd be her mate, her counter.  You'd be the one capable of pulling her out of her blood lusts and keeping her calm

[Ever] Shivers- I don't want anything to do with those people...

[Lie] - Then make sure she knows what she'd be dragging you into

[Ever] Ears flat- I will. And I know... at least I'm pretty sure... without me, Dawn would come after her...

[Lie] - That she would, and she'd probably be really unhappy about her working with Insanity as well

[Ever] Contrite- Thank you Lie... - He wanders off.

[Notch] Poor kid.

[Lie] - Be safe Ever- Turns to Notch- Well, shall we go cheer up with the baby?

[Notch] Yes, I think so.

[Lie] Leads him inside where CP is feeding Aether-

[Aether] Has no bib on and her whole front is covered in food-

[Notch] Somebody needs a few more lessons in where food goes-

[Blake] Uses the open door to run back inside and make a modicum of wet dog smell.

[Lie] - Blake...  Go dry off by the lava

[Aether] Gets very happy at seeing Notch and waves her arms around-

[CP] Just looks tired-

[Blake] Running around happily-

[Notch] Hi Aether. Is it bathtime yet?

[Aether] Shakes her head and body-

[Lie] - I think so, I'll go grab a cauldron

[CP] - Lie...  Why did Aether have to wake up BEFORE sunrise?

[Lie] - Because she hasn't figured out how night works yet

[Notch] You'd think as a native she'd get the hang of that quickly. - small smile-

[CP] - Nope, just whenever she wants

[Notch] Twiddles his fingers and smiles at the baby. - You gonna be a night owl like me? Code till dawn?

[Aether] Squeals happily-

[Lie] Returns with a cauldron- Does Farfar wanna give her a bath?

[Notch] Yeah, okay. I can do that. Give Cp a break.

[Lie] Puts in the water and CP comes over to warm it up to the right temperature-

[CP] - Careful, she's learning how to splash

[Notch] I can deal with a bit of water. And better she be happy and splashing then crying again.

[Lie] - True

[Aether] Smooshes some of the food on her chest with her hand-

[Notch] Reaches for her, - that's not what we do with food Aether.

[Aether] Laughs-

[Lie] - Come on Blake, let's get you some food while we're in here

[Blake] So quick to Lie's feet you'd think he teleported.

[Lie] Smiles and grabs some steak and mutton for the wolf-

[Notch] Gets Aether undressed and sits her in the shallow water and cupping it over her. - Yeah, you made a mess! Didn't you!

[Aether] Splashes, fascinated by how the water moves-

[Blake] Watching Notch with the baby while he's eating. - Urf...

[Notch] I'm being careful.

[Aether] Splashes Notch-

[CP] Goes and nuzzles Lie-

[Lie] - I know I know

[rocketpowerreg]

hey now, you’re my biggest fear → harpie

TAGGING→ @notthatharperlee @rocketpowerreg DATE→ Thursday July 5th, 2018 PLACE→ Harper & Natalie’s NYU Dorm room NOTES→ After spending the entirety of the 4th of July together, Harper and Reggie wake up cuddled in bed. In that moment, Harper gains the courage to ask Reggie on a date despite their no-feelings agreement. Cue a panicked and flustered Regina AUTHOR’S NOTES → sometimes you just gotta post a para a month and a half later JUST TO FEEL

REGGIE CLIFFTON

Waking up the next day in a place that wasn’t the studio Reggie lived in was a pretty normal way for days to start. They tended to either be completely unfamiliar locations or somewhere she knew well, and as she opened her eyes from the sun peaking in past the dorm room blinds, Reggie instantly knew she was at Harper’s place. Even while a little groggy she could tell simply from having been there so much lately. And if that hadn’t been enough of an indicator, the fact that her arms were wrapped around Harper herself would have been. For a brief moment Reggie paused, her mind thinking about how they landed here. Sure waking up in bed together was pretty on par for them, but they were fully clothed. Which meant either they were really sneaky with screwing around, or they actually hadn’t done so last night and instead fell asleep cuddling. Reggie was sure it was the latter.

Laying there a moment as she let that sink in, Reggie looked down at Harper who’s head was resting on her chest, her face slightly buried in the crook of Reggie’s neck. Without realizing it, a smirk graced Reggie’s lips, finding herself not wanting to disrupt Harper from her slumber. So she didn’t. Instead Reggie rested her head lightly against the top of Harper’s, soaking in peacefulness of the moment and the feeling of the girl beside her while no one was there to catch her do it. Reggie was always a private person, but that had become especially so in the last five years. Which lead to her only being her most sincere self when it felt like no one was watching. Unfortunately, the atmosphere was ruined as her phone started blaring the alarm normally meant for her to get out of bed and workout before class. But it was a holiday week and so she had neither work or classes to consider today, and therefore, the alarm was disturbing the peace for no reason. Carefully removing only one arm from her hold on Harper, she grabbed her phone in her pocket and silenced it, knowing full well there wasn’t any way that the girl hadn’t heard it, “Sorry,” Reggie chuckled, keeping her laughter contained so Harper wouldn’t have to have a continued rude awakening by her body’s convulsions, “Didn’t mean to wake you, your highness.”

HARPER CLARINGTON

The shrill ring of a phone alarm wasn’t exactly the wake-up call Harper was expecting. She blinked her eyes groggily, satisfaction rolling down her core at the realization that it was Reggie’s arm wrapped around her on this post-holiday morning. Harper allowed herself to sink back into the brunette’s embrace with a smile. “I’ll pardon you, but only this time,” she teased. “Because you treated me to the perfect night.” The statement wasn’t a lie. Harper had spent the Fourth walking along the harbor hand in hand with Reggie, pausing every so often to kiss under the fireworks or sneak a bite from the patriotic edible she had prepared. With the way she had been feeling about Reggie lately it was an added bonus to discover that the girl had fallen asleep cuddling her. From the beginning Reggie had been upfront with her about being casual and at first Harper had no complaints. She couldn’t help but wonder if Reggie staying the night proved that her feelings weren’t hers alone. The conversation with Matt gnawed at her conscious, prompting her to twist herself up onto her elbows. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Harper started, her voice faltering from nerves. There’s no time like the present, Clarington. She took a deep breath and pulled Reggie’s hand into her own. “After all of this I’m going to ask you to forgive me for sounding like a massive dork. These past couple of weeks have been… fucking amazing, Reggie. You told me from the start that doing things casually is your modus operandi, but I’d love the chance to take you on a real date.” Harper let her gaze drop down to their hands, suddenly unable to face the girl. “So what do you say? Or am I officially too nerdy for you?”

REGGIE CLIFFTON

As Harper's body turned, Reggie loosened hold on her so she could freely move. It was almost second nature by now for her to try to assist Harper in any way she could. She had a smirk on, as Reggie was always instantly interested in whatever Harper had to say. She would have been too distracted by how cute and shy she looked had she not managed to hear what she was saying. "What?" Reggie asked, her eyes trained on Harper as she let out a nervous chuckle with confused expression. Despite her education,  when it came to anything dealing with emotions, Reggie was clueless. Yet there she was, in bed with a girl who was asking her on a date. Which, in truth, was new. Reg had been used to being the pursuer over the years, and upon realizing she was being genuinely pursued, her heart was racing from a multitude of emotions that made the situation feel overwhelming, "I uh, no," Reggie stumbled, her usually cool exterior nowhere in sight for as she tried to figure out what to say, "As in, no you're not too nerdy for me. Not no to the other thing. That's-... something else."

Reggie shook her head, feeling her cheeks heating up as she realized how little sense she was making. It was frustrating her and at this rate, she would wind up ruining whatever it  was they had. Reggie’s eyes glanced down and noticed that despite her panic, she hadn't let Harper's hand go. Amazing enough, the sight gave Reggie an odd sense of calm, and courage. Enough so that she was starting to get her heartbeat to slowly settle as she allowed her eyes to find Harper's gaze. The girl was putting her heart on her sleeve, and Reggie found it hard to deny it though her pessimistic nature made her feel like she should, "Can I just ask why? Why do you want to go on a date when you know who I am?” Reggie asked with an earnest tone, her thumb lightly brushing over Harper's knuckles as if to silently give some reassurance. She didn’t want Harper thinking she’d done something wrong, “I could hurt you, you know.”

HARPER CLARINGTON

Harper could feel her heart stutter and fall as Reggie’s expression shifted from confused to shocked. Once again she had jumped the gun and had made a fool of herself. The last few weeks they had spent nearly every free moment together and despite Reggie’s warning, Harper had fallen for her. Heat flooded her cheeks as her mind scrambled for a reasonable way to backtrack, her embarrassment further fueled by the fact that Reggie wouldn’t meet her eyes as she stuttered out an answer. The diatribe of vicious thoughts against herself were already warming up in preparation for another ruined relationship. 

It was the gentle brush of Reggie’s thumb against her skin that brought Harper back into focus, the honesty of her question proving that she was giving the idea some legitimate thought. There were so many ways to answer the girl’s question and while it certainly wasn’t appropriate, Harper found herself letting out a weak laugh. “Reggie, don’t you see? That’s exactly why I want to go on a date with you. The last couple of weeks have proven that you’re anything but what the rumors say you are. You’re genuine and resilient, compassionate and easy-going. That’s not even counting the fact that you’re one hell of a cook. Yes, you could hurt me. But you know what? I’m willing to take that chance for a shot with you.”

REGGIE CLIFFTON

Reggie kept her eyes very much trained on Harper as she waited for an answer. And as she got one, it was one that again made Reggie's blush. For five years she had been able to come nowhere near such emotional conversations. Now that she was presented with one, her mind and heart had two vastly different, competing reactions. But something that was managing to get through was the fact that Harper was there putting it all out on the line despite the warnings from Reggie herself, and likely others. It was kind of beautiful, and insanely hot, which made it all the more baffling. While she wasn't sure she deserved the chance Harper was presenting, the fact that Reggie's heart was rapidly beating made something crystal clear for her-- she felt something genuine for the other woman.

Reggie nodded her head after Harper finished up, acknowledging that she heard her but needing a second to let what she said sink in. She had always been the type to need to piece things together in her head before responding, especially if it was something outside of the realm of logic and reason. Reggie let go of Harper's hand, but only to put her arm around Harper's body again, "You're something else, Harper Clairington." Reggie said in a soft, sincere tone, pulling Harper close against her as she prepared to give her response. She wanted to be honest with her above all else, and while she worried her brand of honesty would wind up hurting Harper, avoiding the situation was worse. She knew Harper didn't deserve that, so she pressed on, "I can't go on a date with you. Not right now." Reggie started, wishing she wasn't such a pessimistic soul so she could just get past her own problems and give Harper what she wanted right then and there. But alas, she couldn't.

"Going on a date sounds fucking terrifying. Not because of you, but because they mean relationships and serious stuff I've managed to purposefully avoid with anyone. At least anyone before you." One of Reggie's hands tucked some hair behind Harper's ear, and then remained rested lightly on her cheek, lining with the path of her jawline. She took the pause to look down to make eye contact with Harper again. Staring into someone's eyes wasn't customary for Reggie, but she never had a problem with it when it came to Harper's. She even remembered that happening their first night together, which should have tipped Reggie off to turn and run. Yet she hadn't. And even now still wasn't. That meant something, it had to.

"I feel something for you, Harp. But you have to understand I haven't felt anything like this for anyone in... years. Not since high school," Reggie had a chuckle escape as she shook her head at herself. Admitting her fears wasn't her forte, and she had very much kept this aspect of herself unknown, "I know I'm telling you now like it's nothing, but... I've been fighting it for weeks. Denying it. Because even just a second of trying for more with you makes my anxiety kicks into overdrive. I'm no where near as brave as you."

It was clear in Reggie's own eyes that she was saying the truth, though it was difficult. Opening up was always hard, but hell, if Harper could wear her heart so kindly out for Reggie, Reg could try the same for her, "I'm sorry for being too emotionally fucked up to go on a date with right now. But I don't know. Having you here and around actually makes me think eventually I won't be." Reggie's eyes wandered down, looking at their bodies still close by and she had to wonder if this would be the last time it happened. That thought made Reggie's own heart sink but she couldn't dwell on it right now, "I don't want to lose you, but it'd be wrong to keep you hanging on without you knowing any of this. If you want me to go now, I can. No hard feelings."

HARPER CLARINGTON

Harper leaned into the embrace and allowed it to ground her as Reggie thoroughly explained her feelings. Past experience had her on guard almost immediately, ready to jump in and work damage control. It wasn’t until she took a moment to consider why that Harper realized she was preparing herself for another Spencer Porter experience. While Spencer hadn’t been ready to commit either, she knew that expecting Reggie to hurt her in the same way was only playing into the rumors surrounding the brunette. Taking a moment to think about the last couple of weeks alone proved that such an assumption was unfair. Reggie had been nothing but honest and supportive, and Harper wanted to give her the genuine chance they both deserved.

With that in mind she let Reggie’s words sink in. While her heart admittedly stung a little from the rejection, Harper could see that the other girl had only intended it as more of a pause. The date would happen if and when they were both ready for it. Harper toyed with a piece of her hair that kept falling forward, waiting to respond until she felt she had a answer that would do justice to Reggie’s sincerity. “Reggie? I’m not going anywhere unless you ask me to,” she started, lifting her eyes to meet her gaze. “Because, believe it or not, you being so respectful and upfront with me about all of this makes me like you that much more. Even if that means slowing down and cooling my jets.” A light laugh punctuated her last word. “You’re worth it.” Ignoring the anxiety that it would be too much blooming in her chest, Harper tilted her head up and pressed a soft kiss to Reggie’s jawline.

REGGIE CLIFFTON

The bit of silence that came after Reggie spoke from her heart felt like forever. Both in a way that made her nervous, and in a way that made her appreciative. Harper wasn't screaming at her to get out, or telling Reggie that her reasons were bullshit. Which, truthfully, she didn't even consider being a possibility with Harper. It was more just something from past experience when Reggie gave honesty, but Harper wasn't anything like the girls from her past. She was truly the good soul that Reggie believed Harper was from day one. The certainty of this was very much solidified by the time Harper was pressing a kiss on Reggie's jawline. It was such a small, yet sweet gesture, the reassurance on Harper's end easily appreciated. Being someone that did not often let people know her fears and comfort her of them, Reggie wondered, and hoped, it could be something she could get used to if it was with the girl her arms were wrapped around.

"Now I didn't say you had to cool your jets. I like when you're running hot. Especially if I'm the one making it happen." Reggie teased, ducking her head to catch Harper's lips, wanting the seriousness of the moments before to pass by. The two of them were still in a good place and still had a chance. Rather than worry about the what ifs, Reggie relished that feeling. She used to never have a problem with that, and it had been a long time since she had an opportunity to try it again. As they kissed, Reggie shifted her body to have Harper less pressed against Reggie's body and more under it instead. Then Reggie pulled back before they got too lost in the kiss, their eyes connecting and time taking another pause, "Hey," Reggie needlessly greeted. A smirk tugged on the corner of her lips as she placed a hand on the side of Harper's neck, feeling courageous for a moment as she whispered softly, "I like you." They were alone at the moment, but Reggie still wanted the words to only be for Harper's ears. It wasn't much, though it was a start.

#*para: all #*para: 003 #*c: harper #*para: harper

[misskieshakate]

A Certain Elegance (II)

Or in which the team sees the security footage of Lance torturing Joras. 

If you haven't read the first one and felt like the torture scene was cut off or simply just not enough, here's the cctv along with the team's reactions to  A Certain Elegance 

*** I am extremely sorry for taking this long to post this! I had trouble with the structure and flow of this story that I had to scrap the whole thing and rewrite it over and over- it sucked!! (And it still is in my opinion). But I’d rather post it now than not post at all, right? So I guess I’m apologizing for two things: 1) That this took so long to write, and 2) That the structuring and flow might be a little iffy..***

Caution: This turned out longer- waaaaay longer- than what I planned!

Enjoy :))

To say that Shiro was concerned was an understatement. Being the Black paladin does that to you. He had to juggle being a leader and being a friend to the other paladins, balance between being stern like a General, and being considerate like a friend. He thought he's been doing a good job so far, ordering the others around with a firm tone and patting their backs for a good job; until now. 

The other paladins- Keith, Hunk, and Pidge- were already in their lions waiting for the wormhole from the Castle of Lions, all except the Blue Paladin. Shiro tried to play no favorites when it comes to his teammates, giving them equal attention if need be, but Lance was beginning to occupy most of his thoughts. 

"Yo, my dudes. Aww you guys so sweet, waiting for me." Lance's face projected in his lion's screen. 

"About time." Katie's face popped up on his screen. 

"I was outnumbered Pidge, get off my case..." Shiro let them drone on into a harmless squabble of words against words, but one thing stole his attention. 

Shiro may have been used to the sly and seemingly innocent act Lance pulls during diplomatic missions, but the splatter of blood on his helmet was a surprise. 'Maybe it's alien blood. He did say he was surrounded.' He thought, wishing the cold tendrils of suspicion let him go. 

The tendrils of suspicion didn't let him go. Instead, it gripped him tight and held on for dear life. 

 "If you're such an amazing paladin, what did you get out of that Galra ship, Keith?" 

"Well, me and Hunk, managed to hack into their servers." Keith held out a small thumb drive, "You are looking at the ship's security footage from the year it was used until we sacked the place." 

"Ha, don't make me laugh." Lance opened a zipper in his flight suit and fished out a data pad, "Behold! The data pad containing all information about the ship's plans, course, slaves, meal plans and all of the above! Beat that, Keith." 

Keith scoffed, "For all we know, that data pad's full of malware and alien porn." 

"It's from one of the Generals who supervised Shiro in the pits, mullet head..." 

Blood. 

There was blood splattered everywhere on Lance's white and blue armor, from his helmet, his breastplate down his knee guards. There were also dark spots on his black flight suit that Shiro assumed it was alien blood not Lance's. He met the princess' eyes and they both had the same suspicion. 

What the hell did Lance do this time? 

'Shit,' Lance thought, 'of all the things they could find, they'd have to find security tapes.' 

 After the debriefing in the Bridge, Lance made his way to the showers. Lance walked in strides, letting his long legs do their work. He undressed in a way where he's taking off armor and flightsuit in an efficient way yet not looking like he's in a hurry, like he's not a bundle of nerves. 

The blood on his hands was still warm as well as the memory of blade gliding across skin, leaving a trail of vibrant red. Lance shivered despite the warm spray of water against his body. The thrill of letting loose a part of him that he badly kept a secret was a complete euphoric feeling. It was like the flood gates were finally open, setting free the torrent that was the Salazar in him. And for it to be contained yet again because of a thumb drive the size of- well - his thumb, Lance scoffed at the cruel joke that was his life.

He scrubbed at his chest, reliving the sensation of warm blood and tears on his fingers. 

Oh-

He lifted his hand to his face. Lance watched the beautiful crimson of Joras’ blood wash away from his fingers like it was never there. He frowned with the thought of the others finding out that part of his life. 

Lance was and never will be ashamed of who he is. He planned on telling the team about his upbringing and his family, but now was not the time. They are fighting an intergalactic war, the fate of the entire universe are on their hands, they don’t need any distractions right now. That means no surprise attacks in the form of him being a mafioso was needed. And also, Lance was wary on how the team would take it. Will they look at him differently? Would they treat him at an arm’s length?

A feeling of warm comfort hummed in the back of his mind, gently waving through his body.

Blue.

Blue sent him feelings of acceptance and assurance, telling him that the team will understand, that they will not think badly of him. Lance smiled at the comfort that his sentient lion was sending him. But he was still reluctant about the cctv footage. There has to be a way where the team doesn’t find out he’s a Salazar and still hold on to the high of being one.

A mischievous spark of an idea jolted Lance out of his thoughts.

“Of Course!” Lance exclaimed and hurriedly looked for anyone who might have heard him.      

When he was sure no one was listening, Lance started formulating his plan. But little did he know, he was smiling that Salazar smile once again.

“Knock, knock. Pidgey, open up!“

Pidge looked up from her laptop and sighed. She knew that voice, heard it over and over again until she can pick it out in a crowd.

Lance.

She groaned when the knocking hasn’t stopped. What she would give for some peace and quiet-

“Pidge, you know I come from a big family, I can do this all day!”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming, geez!“

PIdge trudged to her door and placed her hand on the pad on the wall. The door opened to a Lance wearing that stupidly soft robe with an equally stupid green goo on his face. 

“What do you want?“

“Well hello to you too, Katie.“

PIdge gave Lance a pointed look.

“I’m just here to give you the data pad I retrieved from the Galra ship, no need for your sass, Pidgey.”

PIdge took the data pad from Lance. “Is that all? If you haven’t noticed, I have a shit ton of video feed to go through.”

“Oh I noticed alright!“ Lance unceremoniously waltzed his way inside her room. With Pidge’s dwarf like height, she doesn’t exactly have the ability or the energy to stop him. 

“I mean look at this room!“ He gestured at the scattered clothes and the multitude of wires all tangled up that occupied most of the floor and the bed. “There’s more junk covering the floor than, you know, actual floor. And look at you!” Lance pointed at Pidge and leaned closer to take a sniff, “You reek, Pidge. Have you eaten anything since we arrived? Please tell me you at least ate something before you planned on binge watching years worth of security footage.“

Pidge was touched, really she was, especially when Lance was acting more like a mother to her than the space brother she dubbed him as. But Lance acting like a mother hen sometimes can get a little overboard. Like that one time he lectured Pidge about brushing her teeth before going to bed, he texted her every hour reminding her to brush her teeth.

“Will you leave if I say I did?“

“That depends,“ Lance crossed his arms on his chest, “are you telling the truth?“

Pidge was about to say yes but her stomach whaled a guttural cry like the traitor it is. She opened her mouth to argue but closed it again because Lance was smirking at her.

“Nice try, Pidge.“ Lance made his way towards her drawer and pulled out clothes and a tower, “Take a shower, the one I taught you with the scrubbing and the conditioning, understand? After that, you will eat. We just raided a Galra ship and took all of their rations, Hunk went wild with his cooking. I promise the food tastes divine.“

Pidge was tempted to do just that, hell, she could almost feel the warm water on her skin. Then her gaze slid on her bed and saw her laptop. Right, she has a job to do. 

“Lance, I have videos upon videos to watch. I don’t have time for a thirty minute shower-“

“Nuh-uh.“ Lance placed a finger on her lips, stopping her from reasoning out. Pidge tried to chew that finger but Lance pulled his hand back and ruffled her hair, “I know when you can do stuff and when you can’t. In your current condition, you can’t. In a matter of hours, you’ll find yourself sleeping then chugging mugs of coffee. I know you, Pidge.“

“No, you don’t under-“

“Katie/‘Pidge’ Holt/‘Gunderson,’ if you don’t take care of yourself I will. I’m one step away from dragging you to the bathroom and giving you a bath myself.“ Lance ruffled her hair a bit more before smiling softly at her, “Go. I’ll watch the videos for you. Go!“ Lance gave her a little push towards her door.

Pidge plopped down on her bed, her hair still a bit damp after her thirty minute shower Lance routine. She felt light as a feather. She picked up her laptop and placed it on her lap. The notepad program was open. She clicked on it and saw a typed message from lance: 

‘Hey Pidgey, I ran your Galra translation program on the videos and it seems that it didn’t place the videos in the right order. Some are in the right order though, but some are definitely misplaced. I sifted through the earlier videos and marked them whenever something interesting happened. Remember if you need some help, don’t hesitate to ask for it, ok? 

xoxo Lance.

P.S. I left you snacks under your bed, be sure to eat them when your vision starts to blur :)’

Pidge scanned the file names of the videos Lance listed below his message. There weren’t a lot, which she expected. It was a courier ship, the most exciting thing that must have happened was when they were carrying prisoners, which- based on Lance’s notes- happened only twice so far. Pidge clicked on the file containing all of the security footage and confirmed that it was truly out of order, she expected that too. Her Galra translator still had a few kinks she needs to fix but at least she has something.

Pidge cracked her knuckles and adjusted her glasses. 

“Let’s do this,” then she clicked on the next video.

She was on video number 47 when she decided to eat the snacks Lance left. It was in the middle of the night cycle and Pidge’s butt started to cramp from sitting on her bed for far too long. She munched on the biscuits and played video number 48.

Pidge sat straighter at the unfamiliar setting of the video. The previous videos were from cameras in the ship’s docks and hallways, but this footage was in a secured room with monitors all over the walls. 

“Jackpot.“ Pidge fast forwarded the footage and pausing momentarily when a Galran soldier entered the room. She zoomed in closer to the keypad to see the string of code they type in, but the footage turn grainy in some areas when she zoomed in too close. Fast forward some more... She unpaused the video with a jolt when a sudden commotion occurred in the Galran ship.

The video footage shake and audio got scratchy. The sounds of blasters and cannons were heard even in the secured part of the ship. Galran soldiers went in and out of the room holding blasters and swords.The soldiers were panicking as they leave the room. Then, a tall and broad soldiered Galra entered the room. He began giving orders to the soldiers who were dwarfed when standing next to him. They promptly obeyed his orders to stay, to attack, to defend-

“This guy’s a general.” Pidge felt her heart pound at the action that was happening in front of her. It was sick to enjoy what was happening, she felt like she was watching a movie. She didn’t know if she was rooting for the Galra or the people who were ambushing them.

A thought came to Pidge that made her heart pound harder. What if there were people out there fighting the good fight? What if there were indeed people who were rebelling against Zarkon?! That meant more allies, more connections! Her breathing turned to pants as she watched the video. She knew it was stupid, but there was something that wormed its way to Pidge’s mind.

‘What if my brother’s out there fighting the good fight? What if he’s a part of a rebel group that’s attacking the ship right now?’ It was a far fetch idea that fought the logical part of Pidge’s brain. It was an emotional request from her heart. Pidge will damn well fight for that part of her that refused to let go of the hopeful sentiments that her brother and dad were still alive. 

She was giddy, practically jumping on her bed as the video shook once more. There was a deafening sound, then the doors of the room was blasted open. There was smoke all over the room, turning the video grey and white. The Galra soldiers were shouting amidst the chaos, warning each other that there was someone else in the room. A flash of blue laser blasted off against the dust and smoke followed by a scream of pain. After that, a spray of blue lasers shone through the fog of smoke. Various screams echoed inside the room as well as the thud of a body falling on the floor. Pidge was able to follow the source of the blasts, her eyes straining to track the fast and agile movements of the unknown gunman.

As the dust settled, the fog of smoke clearing out, the video footage beoming clear and focused. The gunman was finally revealed.

Pidge gasped at the sight of blue, white, and black. She had to admit that she was impressed by the skill of the gunman who managed to shoot all of the Galra soldiers down. But her moment of praise was interrupted by two blasts from the gunman.

The tall, broad shouldered General howled. Pidge wondered why the gunman decided to shoot the Galran general but spared his life. The gunman sauntered towards the fallen General. Pidge zoomed in on the image when the gunman stood a mere feet away from the Galra General. 

Pidge watched in horror once she realized where those two blasts landed. The General’s knees were blown out. Two holes decorated the General’s knee caps, crimson bleeding all over the Galra’s legs and on to the floor.

No.

The gunman pulled up a chair from one of the control boards. He hefted the General by the shoulders, the general’s height dwarfing the gunman’s body. The gunman let the General slump on the chair. The gunman worked methodically, tying up the general with wires found in the room, even cutting up pieces of cloth from the fallen soldiers to stuff the General’s mouth.

NO. No. Nonono..

The gunman moved with precision, his hands never shaking while tying the wires on the General in intricate knots. He tugged on them, making sure it was tight.               

Pidge couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She looked at the time stamp and confirmed that the video was a recording of their assault on the Galra ship. If the video was footage of today’s events then there should be a call right about-

‘I’m in one of the control rooms, Pigeon, cool your jets.’

Pidge’s jaw fell open. 

“Lance?“

‘I’m a bit outnumbered but I can handle a couple of Galra soldiers on my own.‘ Pidge watched Lance pretend to be out of breath.

‘Nah man, I can handle a few of these aliens. Besides, you and Keith have a mission. Protect the mullet head, yeah?‘ Lance picked up his bayard and pulled the trigger at no one in particular, giving the illusion that he was preoccupied at the moment.

‘I gotta go, guys, I think I just got found out.‘ Lance pressed a button on his helmet. 

“So that’s how you cut the feed.“ Pidge was still in shock. Why did he do that to the general? Why did he lie to me and the team? “What are you hiding, Lance.“

Shiro, Keith, and Hunk were busy sorting through the loot they got from the Galran ship when Pidge burst through the common room with her laptop. She looked ashen, like she’d seen a ghost.

“You don’t look so good, Pidge. You alright?” Hunk asked, coming towards her and patting her back.

“Yeah, you look... pale.” Keith added, eyeing the lack of color on the Green Paladin’s cheeks.

“You guys need to see this.” Pidge moved most of the things on the table aside and placed her laptop on the surface. Keith noted her shaking fingers.

“What is it, Katie.” Shiro placed a firm hand on Pidge’s shoulder, “Is something wrong?”

“It’s about Lance.” 

At the mention of Lance’s name, Hunk perked up. “What about him?”

“Just watch, ok?” Pidge clicked play and stepped back.

 Shiro’s eyes were glued on the screen. And when things started to unfold, he realized why Lance slowly occupied his thoughts.

He remembered it starting when he brought the Blue Paladin in a diplomatic mission. Shiro chose Lance because he kept on insisting to come, and maybe because Lance was pretty good with children. So when they arrived on the planet, Shiro expected Lance to entertain the emperor's seven little alien toddlers while he and the emperor were to negotiate a deal. Lance did went with the children but only for a few minutes.

Then, Lance entered the throne room like he owned the place. He asked for the Emperor's company with such finality that the Emperor almost smacked him in the face, but Lance merely leaned against the Emperor's face and whispered a few words. Shiro has never seen a green face go pale so fast it almost looked like watered down mucus. In an instant, the Emperor spluttered and ordered Shiro to leave the two alone. Shiro was about to argue but his protests died on his lips the moment he saw the terrifying smile on Lance's face.

He had never seen him smile that way, all menacing and cold. Then their eyes met and Lance simply shook his head. His smile became more friendly and open, like nothing happened. At first, Shiro thought it was only a trick of the light. There's no way Lance was capable to look like a cold blooded killer, right? Not their goofy, jovial Lance.

But the series of successful diplomatic missions say otherwise.

Shiro had to admit that there was something slick yet graceful in the way Lance made the people around him oblivious and aware of him at the same time. He would approach the ladies of the court or the maids, even the guards, charm them until they're eating at the palm of his hands. Then, when official business are on their way, Lance would worm his way to the negotiation and say his piece. Allura gradually got used to this tactic, but she and Shiro agree that the way Lance operated was frightening and downright astonishing to watch.

And to have a front row seat on how Lance gained his information was... captivating in the bloodiest of ways. 

‘Now, we’re alone.’ Shiro watched Lance remove his helmet and ruffle his hair casually, like the Galran General he shot on the knees and tied to a chair was not a big deal. 

‘Comfy?’

Keith wasn’t sure what he was supposed to feel. He gets that people have secrets, he has many of his own, but he didn’t expect for Lance’s secret to be like this. He expected, guiltily, that Lance’s secret involved something amusing and funny, even downright embarrassing. But torture? 

Like watching a car crash, Keith refused to look away. 

Lance was sitting across the Galra now, snatching a wicked dagger from the alien’s belt. ‘I didn’t know you have one of these.’

Keith watched in complete fascination at the way Lance wielded the weapon. It glided through the air, slicing and stabbing at imaginary opponents. He was in awe at the way Lance controlled the almost non-existent muscles on his arms to make the illusion that he was slicing in slow motion. 

Keith’s obsession with knives doesn’t stop in collecting. With all his time spent in the dessert, isolating himself from the world, Keith occupied himself in learning to wield the very knives he collected. He practiced and practiced until he was able to control any bladed weapon be it a dagger or a sword just like his bayard. And watching Lance was like watching a mercenary give a tutorial on how to kill.

With the amount of strength and precision Lance was presenting, Keith could only assume that Lance had years and years of practice despite his bayard being a ranged weapon. How Lance came to learn to wield a knife like that is the question.

‘You must be wondering where I learned to do this.’ Keith leaned closer to the laptop’s monitor, straining to hear the answer to his question, but there was a mumbled static.

Keith hit the pause button and turned to Pidge.

“What did he say? Why can’t I hear what he just said?”

“The cctv camera couldn’t catch what he was saying because Lance leaned down and whispered it to him. I zoomed in as far as I could, tweaked the audio as much as I can and I still can’t hear him.” Pidge fixed her glasses on her nose and gave a pointed look at Keith, “The image pixelates even more when I tried to read his lips. Does that answer your question?”

When Keith shut his mouth, Pidge hit the play button again, “That’s just the first part. There’s more.” 

But before Pidge continued to play the video, Keith didn’t notice the part where he paused the video. Keith caught the exact moment Lance grinned at the Galran General. Even seeing it in the safety of a video, it sent chills up and down his spine. 

‘Shall we begin?’ 

‘The Champion was captured with two other humans, one was even brought to the fighting pits. Where are they?’ Lance made a light cut on the Galra’s cheek, drawing blood.

The term kill them with kindness suddenly made sense to Hunk. Before, he interpreted the saying by actually being kind to people, taking the high road and doing what was right instead of opting for the violence route. But seeing Lance torture a Galra using a twisted way of kindness brought a different meaning.

It had been ten minutes after Keith paused the video. Pidge promised more, and boy was there more. 

In the span of ten minutes, Lance was able to make a bloody mess on the floor as well as on his armor. So that’s where the blood came from. Lance made another incision on the Galra’s chest, deeper this time. He repeated his question then made another slice. 

Lance’s voice was melodic when he apologized for every cut he made, be it a shallow one or a deep gash across the skin. However, his apologies were a bizarre thing to listen to, Lance’s apologies were said in a way that Hunk could only describe as playful sorrow. Sure his face was hunched up to convey sadness and guilt, his voice taking over a watery and thin tone, but Hunk couldn’t help but hear an amused tone beneath all that sadness you commonly associate with apologies. It sounded sincere yet mocking at the same time.   

Hunk was surprised he was handling Lance’s secret with a complete calmness out of the three. Sure he was caught off guard at first, but everything makes sense now. When the video paused on that chilling smile Lance gave the General, something clicked. That wasn’t the first time Hunk saw that smile.

They were chilling in the library- Hunk and Pidge leaning back on their chairs while Lance studied- when he first saw that smile. A group of other students snickered at Lance when they passed by their table, one even made a rude remark regarding Lance’s underwhelming performance in their flight simulation. As usual Hunk thought of kill them with kindness and took the high road by saying thank you for their criticism and a promise to do better next time. Of course, Pidge made a rude gesture of her own by flipping them off. Hunk gave a worried glance at his friend and that’s when he saw that cold, toothy grin.

Hunk always wondered why Lance seemed to lag behind their lessons when they were in the garrison. People who enter the garrison already have an existing knowledge regarding piloting and space in general, so seeing lance struggle was something Hunk often mused about. Of course, he didn’t directly asked Lance about it but instead helped his friend figure things out. Hunk already had a clue about his friend’s self-esteem issues so he made it his mission to give back what Lance did for him in moments where Hunk’s own anxiety takes over. But that chilling smile he made had a look of determination in it. It screamed ‘Watch me prove you wrong.’ And seeing it in this context gave a deeper meaning to it.   

That chilling smile didn’t simply mean determination and proving someone wrong, it had a murderous and almost malicious intent to it. Combine that with the calculated moves Lance have been doing- apologizing for every harm he did on the Galra- he was truly killing with kindness in the most literal of ways.

They were fifteen minutes into the video and there was a pool of Galra blood on the floor. The Galra was decorated with cuts of varying degree. The other paladins wondered why the Galra hasn’t passed out yet, but not the Green paladin. 

Before showing the video to the others, Pidge has watched the video hundreds of times. Upon watching it over and over again, she came to the conclusion that Lance was a genius when it comes to torture. 

Every move he made was calculated, every slice was precise no matter how shallow or deep he cut on the Galra. The reason there was a pool of blood on the floor was because of the numerous shallow cuts he made on the pars of the body that blood flow were the strongest. When the cuts were beginning to close, Lance made sure to reopen the wound, keeping the Galra awake. 

The deep ones were the ones where Lance focused on. Pidge noticed Lance avoiding the deep gashes he made. And instead of slicing it open again when the wound stopped bleeding, Lance squeezed at the cut to encourage the flow of the blood and to keep the Galra from passing out.

When the pool of blood was becoming a bit too much, Lance changed tactics. He still asked the same questions over and over, but the punishment was different. 

He punched the General’s gut and face when the answer remained the same: he doesn’t know. The paladins clearly heard the crack of bones every time Lance made contact through his fists. His apologies becoming more and more sincere as he delivered blow after blow. The Galra slumped forward, breathless and wincing in pain, when Lance paused to wipe at his bloody knuckles. 

He tipped the General’s face up to him with such care and tenderness that it conveyed through the muddled cctv footage. He looked at the Galra with pity and compassion as he once again apologized, saying that he’ll keep on hurting him if he doesn’t give him the answers he wants, but he never failed to apologize and let the Galra know that he hates doing it.

It had the effect of mercy and guilt. It made the other paladins cry at the General to have pity on himself as well as on their friend who was forced to inflict pain on him. 

Still, the Galra insists on not knowing. Lance sighed and dropped heavily on the chair. Lance explained that he leaves him no choice. With speed they didn’t know the Blue Paladin had, his hands were on the Galra’s knees and the Galran General screamed in agony.

Lance’s fingers were digging into the hole he made on the Galra’s knee caps.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’ Lance chanted. He didn’t want to do this, they thought. The pain in his eyes says it all. Why can’t the General just give him what he wants and save both of them from the pain of the torture it brings on both of them?

Lance retracted his fingers and wiped the blood off his fingers. He picjed up the knife again and began cutting the wounds that started to close.

‘I have told you over and over again, Blue Paladin, I do not know! Please, please, I do not know. Please believe me.‘

‘I want to believe you, Joras, believe me I do. But I checked your credentials, Joras. You are one of the major generals in the Galran forces. You were the one in charge of the Champion when he was in the fighting pits. So you are either lying to me or you take me for a fool. I get it. Really I do. Most people take me for a fool, and I don’t blame them for it. I suppose it’s my fault for letting them think of me that way.‘ The sad and downward look lance casted upon Joras made the other paladins mad. How dare he think of Lance as a fool!

‘No! I take you not for a fool! You have successfully infiltrated this control room, one of the most secured control room in this ship. You have killed all of my soldiers who were the top of their class and was handpicked by me. And you have me between your legs, Blue Paladin, you have me bruised and bleeding, begging you to have mercy on me. You are no fool.‘ Damn right he isn’t, they all thought.

They watched the scene progressed, resulting to Lance gaining the information he needed. So that’s where the data pad came from. All of them sighed in relief knowing that the torture on both the Galra and torturer was finished. But that relief was short lived when Lance began to speak once more.

‘I know this may sound cruel but know that I have the right intentions in mind. Do you want me to kill you?‘ The room was filled with shocked silence. They didn’t expect lance to offer such a thing. It was both a cruel and kind mercy. 

‘I know you know what’s coming to you. Zarkon doesn’t appreciate snitches, just look at what happened to Thace. And what’s worse, Zarkon will just dispose of you like you were nothing. He will erase all of the things you have done in service to the empire, let people remember you as a traitor.’ This was true. The only thing Joras will be coming back to was punishment from Zarkon, a certain death.

‘But if you die now, die on my hands, I can make it painless. I will let the entire universe remember you as the Galra who helped the Blue Paladin rescue the humans that ended the war against Zarkon. You will die a hero, Joras, don’t you want that?’ The paladins unconsciously nodded in agreement. A painless death was better than humiliation and pain. 

‘You will make them remember me as a hero?’

‘Yes, Joras. And even more.’ Galras didn’t deserve the kind of mercy Lance was willing to give the General knowing that they’ll have no second thoughts in capturing or killing them. Yet, Lance found it in his heart to be kind and give this small mercy to a Galra who will not hesitate to pull the trigger on them. 

‘Alright. It was nice to meet you ,Blue Paladn Lance. It is an honor to die on your hands.‘ 

‘Goodbye, Joras.’ Lance picked up his bayard and wordlessly shot the Galran General in between the eyes.

The paladins gasped at the sound of the blast and the audible sound of a body hitting the ground. Lance shot a Galra point blank.

And he was smiling.

Oh god you made it through!!! Congratulations? 

I didn’t mean to make it this long and honestly this was supposed to go even longer but the paladin’s answer to the video was silence until this part of the mafia au created by @gdesertsand. We’re co-writing the mafia au on ao3 but we haven’t posted/ got started on the chapter 2 yet haha so sorry about that.

And oh, shout out to @nameless-ice-goddess who gave me the idea of the team reacting to the torture scene. Hope you like this one too!

#lance #voltron #vld #mafiaau #mafia!lance #dark!Lance #uhm happy birthday? #it's his birthday #i'll post something fluffy and smutty on his birthday #but this one is dark #maybe a lil angst too #who knows

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BabyDaddy!Cal Pt.6

A/N: I'm really struggling putting these chapters out and I feel bad for it, but I want y'all to know I'm doing the best I can. Surprisingly, I typed this up a bit fast and it turned out well in my opinion, so I’m guessing the writers block is diminishing. Y'all know to get this to 100 notes and feedback is very much appreciated (especially rn). Hope you nuggets enjoy💕

**WARNINGS**: Smut because it’s highly requested and  to makeup for my struggles in the last chapter

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six,seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}

"So, now that I've told you the latest drama, how's tour been?" Connor smiled through the screen of your phone while cuddled up into Felix's chest. You hadn't spoken to your boys since you'd left for the tour two weeks ago and missed them dearly."You and nugget okay?"

"It's great and we're fine."you reassured as you munched on some pickles. It's crazy how often you crave the salty snack. "It's fun as hell traveling the world."

"I bet. You've seen more places than both of us ever will." Felix chuckled."What about you and Calum? How many times have you beat him?"

"Like three." Calum hopped into your conversation as he plopped down beside you, placing his head into your lap the best he could while your belly poked his head." I deserved it, though."

"Do you guys want pizza? There's a place like a block from here, we can walk and get it?" Ashton suggested and you all agreed.

It wasn't until you five left the bus did Luke question,"I hope they're okay with us disappearing for like two hours since we leave in three."

"Your tits are growing." Connor blurted out and you laughed loudly, holding the phone at another angle to hide away your aching breast.

"Shut the fuck up." You rolls your eyes playfully."My breast are so sore it's ridiculous."

"Get Calum to help you out." Felix joked and you and the boys laughed.

"I mean-"

"No." You interrupted before Calum could reply with some perverted response. "I'll FaceTime you guys tomorrow, aight?"

"Okay." The two boys showed their pearly whites."Bye, Y/N, we love you."

"Love you too." You three blew kisses at the screen before ending the call.

"Your friendship with them is admirable." Ashton commented and you snorted."No, seriously."

"Those two put me under so much stress it's crazy." You laughed lightly."Have you guys had this pizza before or are we just being adventurous?"You questioned the four.

Ashton shrugged his shoulders in response,"Adventurous, I guess. We're starving and this will probably be the only time we can eat out somewhere since we're on the bus for the next two days."

"Well shit."

You felt Calum slip his hands into yours and lace them together, the two of you looking down simultaneously and smiling at the gesture. Luke smiled fondly at the sight of his two friends, swiftly pulling his phone out to record the two for his Instagram story.

"Hey, lovebirds." He called to catch their attention."Say hi."

"Dammit, Luke!" You shouted with a laugh, hiding your face in Calum's side." I look rough."

"You look beautiful as always." Calum complemented and you cheesed up at him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

God, did you love this boy.

You were relaxing in the tub, your eyes closed as the water kept you warm. You heard the quiet beep from the door, letting you know that the boys were back and not long after the door slammed shut Calum's voice sounded throughout the spacious hotel room.

"Y/N!" Calum shouted and you let him know where you were in the hotel. Seconds later Calum appeared in the doorway and a smile appeared on his face when he saw you sat in the Jacuzzi tub, bubbles covering your body with a few on your chin as well.

"Hi."

"Hi." He laughed as he took you in, his heart warming at the sight. All he could think was: "Damn, I love her."

"Are you gonna join me?" You grinned cheekily and he shook his head no, taking a seat on the floor and leaning on the edge of the tub.

"Nah, 'M just gonna sit with you for a bit. We have to start getting ready for the party in a while." He informed, poking his fingers in the bubbles.

The two of you sat in silence, the only sound being the jacuzzi tub keeping you warm. You watched Calum intently as he seemed to be in a daze, a small smile making an appearance on your face when you realized his hand slowly making its way to your baby bump. Once you felt his hand connect with your warm belly, you couldn't help but to let out a content sigh.

"Does she kick you?" He questioned and you shook your head.

"Nugget probably won't start kicking until five or six months."

"Oh." Was all he replied with."Well, if she kicks a lot then she's going to be a football player. No doubt about it."

"You must want a girl?" You questioned and he nodded his head.

Calum hadn't really spoke much about what he wished the gender of the baby to be, nor had he even spoke on what he would do if the baby was his. So, when he finally voiced his opinion on the matter, it never failed to make your heart flutter.

"Yeah, I want to have a little princess to spoil."

This caused you to pout as you mumbled out,"I thought I was your princess?"

"You are," he reassured,"but if you have a girl then you'll just have to become my queen."

You couldn't contain the child like grin that appeared on your face as you leaped closer to him and pressed your lips to his. Calum laughed at the fact that he was now soaked due to the water being sloshed over the edge of the tub. He allowed you to press kisses all over his face and wet the top half of his shirt from your wet breast being pressed against him. When you finally detached from him, Calum decided to playfully reach out a squeeze your breast and the two of you smiled at each other cheekily.

"I love you so much." You breathed and he kissed you once more.

"I love you too."

"Okay, I want you to enjoy yourselves tonight." Amy was giving you all a short pep talk before you exited the SUV as she always did."No arguing, no fights, no attitudes." She listed, eyeing you and Calum, letting you know she was mainly directing it towards you."That's all I ask of you besides the interview, and if they start back on the cheating rumors just avoid the question entirely, okay? Don't feed into anything they say unless it has something to do with your fans or the music. Got it?"

"Got it." You all reassured and she nodded her head one last time.

"Okay, lets go."

As the lot of you entered the building, you stopped Amy to whisper into her ear,"Hey, do you mind keeping the door unlocked just in case I need to get away for a bit?"

"Yeah, no problem." She nodded, pressing the button to unlock the doors and then tucked the keys into her purse.

At first you followed the guys around, being introduced to and greeting a multitude of people you didn't know. Surprisingly you had found a flowy dress that didn't give away your bump, but there was the occasional woman - most of the time being an older one - who definitely knew you were pregnant and congratulated you. Eventually you had gotten bored following behind them and went off to do your own thing, which meant exploring the large building it was held in. You at first thought it was a club, but the further you walked in the building, the more you realized it was most likely a hotel due to the gym, pool, and multiple rooms. After deciding that you wanted to put your feet in the water and struggling to get off your retched heels, you were startled by a voice.

"Need help?"

Turning around to see where the voice came from, you saw a guy dressed in a blue dress shirt and slacks. He slowly made his way over to you and sat beside you, looking into your eyes for confirmation before he actually touched you. Once you nodded your head the stranger carefully unstrapped your heels and gently placed your feet onto the cool tile floors.

"Expecting?"

"I uh.. yeah. Is it that noticeable?"

"No, not really. My wife is pregnant, I can see that same pregnancy glow on you." You could easily hear that he was a native from the city you were currently in."Plus your feet seem to be starting to swell."

"Pregnancy isn't fun." You laughed lightly, turning to place your feet into the cool chlorine water.

"Yeah, I'd assume so." He laughed along with you."It's worth it in the end."

The two of you talked for what seemed like hours. You'd found out that the guy's name was Nicholas and he was way older than you being in his late twenties. He'd told you how he owned the building you were currently in and that his wife was currently pregnant with twins which would make three kids in total. Nicholas had even traded with you some tips for a few problems you had as well as for some that may come up later in your pregnancy. Just as he was telling you about how he and his best friend saved up and got this hotel built before he owned multiple hotels, your phone began to ring loudly.

"Sorry, it's my boyfri-babydaddy." You laughed as you corrected yourself, answering and holding the phone up to your ear."Hello? Of course I haven't left the party, I went exploring...Yes, I’m fine...Okay, yeah, I'm coming. Bye."

"Well, your babydaddy calls." Both you and Nicholas laughed at the way the word sounded due to his accent.

He helped you strap your shoes back on and walked with you to join the party once again. The moment you saw Calum's eyebrows furrow from seeing you and some unknown man emerge from the halls laughing together, you knew you were in for it and now dreaded being by his side again. You bid your goodbyes to Nicholas, smiling as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and handed you his business card in case you ever needed help with anything. You stalked slowly to Calum who was now standing against the wall with his arms crossed and a frown prominent.

"What the hell was that?"

"Oh, stop your pouting." You rolled your eyes."Nothing happened between us, he's too old for me anyway."

"Why's the back of your dress wet?"

"We were sitting at a pool." You shrugged your shoulders and he eyed you with a raised eyebrow and you wrapped your arms around his waist."I promise to you I wasn't doing anything with that married man."

At the sound of married, Calum seemed to ease up a bit. You laughed lightly and shook your head, pressing a kiss to his lips. As you pulled away, Calum couldn't help but to pull you back in and connect your lips once more. It had been too long since the last time he could properly make out with you and for some reason he thought this was the perfect time. Deepening the kiss, he wrapped his arms around your waist while yours went to play with the hair on the back of his neck. When he detached his lips from yours to place kisses down your jaw and his hands had now trailed to grip your left cheek, you knew that the two of you had to get out of the crowded room.

"Amy left the car unlocked."You hinted and he grinned widely, taking your hand in his and dragging you out the backdoor.

Luke laughed as he saw the both of you rushing out of building, catching the attention of the other guys who laughed as well. The two of you just could never keep your hands to yourselves. You had now reached the SUV and Calum opened the door so that you could climb in before he did. You quickly removed your panties and climbed into Calum's lap the minute he sat down. Your lips attached once more as you made out sloppily, your teeth clashing and noses bumping every few moments. Calum let out a groan as you swiveled your hips against him, his hands squeezing your butt to bring you closer to him.

"Why are you always getting me hard in public?" He breathed out a laugh while his hands tugged the straps of your dress down your shoulders, leaning in to take the brown bud on your exposed breasts into his mouth.

"I dunno, it's a God given talent." You joked.

You struggled putting your hands between the both of you due to your belly and soon you pulled away from Calum with a huff. Calum grinned at you, amused at the situation while he watched you slide away so that he could unbuckle his belt and pull himself free from his jeans.

"Nugget's making everything complicated." You whined.

"I see." He kissed you again."You gonna ride me, baby?"

"Mhmm."

Calum practically moaned as he dipped his fingers underneath your dress to feel how wet you were for him, then he proceeded to stroke his cock using your wetness as a lubricant. He ran his cock up and down your slick folds a few times and growled when you sunk yourself down on him. It took you a few moments to adjust since you didn't initiate in foreplay and because you hadn't had him in quite some time, but eventually you began to slowly rock your hips against him and building a steady pace. Calum's hands were clenched tightly around your waist as he watched you ride him with your head thrown back in pleasure, his name leaving your lips in a moan.

"You feel me, baby? You feel me deep inside of you?"

"Fuck, yes." You whined, bouncing a little harder.

Calum pressed open mouth kisses to the swell of your breast, sucking purple hickeys onto the skin. His hand had wrapped around to rub circles onto your clit and that action is what brought you to your first orgasm as you moaned his name loudly.

"Flip over for me, princess. Get on all fours."

Moving as quickly as you could, you allowed Calum to come behind you and sink into you to the hilt. Your hands were pressed against the fogged up window and you prayed that no one could see the two of you. Calum was pounding into you relentlessly, low growls and the occasional moan leaving escaping his lips and leaving you wanting him to the cum even more. You began to bounce your ass onto him, the two of you laughing lightly as Calum smacked it to watch it jiggle even more.

"Fuck, you feel so good."

"You gonna cum for me, Calum? Hmm? Cum inside of me?"

"Shit...yes, baby." He groaned as he pumped in and out of you as fast as he could.

"Fuck! That's it,Cal, right there!" You moaned loudly.

Your second orgasm was quickly approaching and you were trying to hold back so that you and Calum could reach your high together. You knew Calum was close when his grip on your waist tightened and his already fast pace seemed to quicken. Moments later you felt his cock twitch inside of you before his hips jerked and stiffened just at the same time you finally came.

"Holy fuck...shit." Calum moaned as he thrust slowly to ride out the both of your highs, leaning over to rest his forehead against your damp back." That was amazing."

"We can take car sex off of our list." You reminded him of the long list the two of you made jokingly of places you wanted to have sex.

Laughing to himself, he pulled out of you a sigh leaving his lips as he saw the mess that was now on his pants. When you turned around to see for yourself, you stifled your laughter at the mishap.

"Oh my- what the hell happened?"

"You happened, Ms.Rivers." You let out a loud laugh at the name, nearly falling over from the intensity of it. "I can't go back in there with wet pants, Y/N. Stop laughing." Calum had to admit the situation was funny, but it was still troubling.

"We'll just have to call it a night. Say we got tired or somethin'." You wiped away the tears."That's hilarious."

"It isn't." He rolled his eyes playfully as he pulled out his phone to call and uber.

You pulled the straps of your dress back onto your shoulders, located your discarded panties and slid them up your legs, then leaned over to fix Calum up while he spoke with the driver. Luckily it was only five minutes before the driver pulled up and you were on your way to the hotel. The two of you laughed the whole elevator ride to the room, making fun of each other and how badly the predicament would've been if Calum had no choice but to return to the party. You both showered quickly and slid on pajamas, looking over to smile at the other across the room like the two lovebirds you were.

Elbowing Calum to catch his attention, you smirked before saying,"I got that wet wet." and bursting into a fit of giggles when he pushed you away from him.

"You're unbelievable." The Māori laughed as he climbed into the bed, leaving the covers pulled back until you climbed underneath.

Snuggling into his chest you whispered,"You love me, though."

"I do." He replied and placed a loving kiss to your forehead.

The two of you laid in a comforting silence, listening to the calming breaths of the other and playing with the others fingers until you both felt into a deep sleep.

Sighing loudly as he entered the dark room, Michael had began to shed his clothes on his way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. While searching for a clean pair of boxers and clothes that he would sleep in, the blonde jumped at the sound of ruffling above him. Rapidly standing upright, Michael let out a slight chuckle when he realized that it was only you and Calum cuddled together and sleeping. Going to retrieve his phone from the nightstand he sat it on upon arrival, he snapped a picture of you both and continued to post it onto twitter. Once he'd tagged the two of you and smiled when multiple fans had already began to retweet and comment on the picture, he locked his phone and went to take a shower while you both laid in each other's arms completely oblivious to the world.

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