#but Danny’s a quick learner and turned out to be really good

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #3

Immortal Ghost King Au:

Daniel Fenton was crowned as High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms on his 16th birthday. He knew many were opposed to him being crowned at such a young age (he was too), but the Realms had gone too long without a ruler and it was getting restless.

The Realms were sentient to some extent. It can not run itself as it has no form but it chooses a host, a King if you will, to fulfill its wishes. It may have lived on an entire millennia without a ruler, but it was only out of sheer luck and the contributions of countless gods that it had survived. The Infinite Realms needed a King and Danny Phantom was the only contender.

So the people were ignored and their boy king was crowned. However Phantom was young and naive, a child as both a human and a ghost. Even worse, he knew nothing about being a king. But the little godling would learn and learn he did.

Most kings were taught before they were coronated, but Danny had no such privilege. His coronation came and left with the wind. His private lessons overshadowed any thoughts he had left of mortal schooling. And Danny gave up on living a normal human life.

That last part was perhaps the easiest for Danny. Amity Park was already considered too liminal for them to have any “sentience”. The GIW had all but declared war on the Realms with their continuous violent actions upon his people and the land itself.

It wasn’t difficult for Amity to give up their “rights” and “humanity” either. They said good riddance to the world that never helped them, to the heroes that ignored their cries for help. And they bowed to Phantom, declaring him their King, just as he declared them citizens of the Infinite Realms.

He welcomed his liminals with open arms, vowing to protect them from any harm that would come their way, just as he would with any of his other citizens. He gave them a home in the Realms, an island- no a haunt of their own should they wish to truly reject the land of the living, and they accepted. Not many wanted to try their luck against the human government.

But with a God, no, their King on their side, they knew their safety and happiness was all but assured. After all, it was Phantom who protected them even as they turned their own backs at him. It was Phantom who fought against foes that could have erased him from existence.

And of course it was Phantom who would now receive any and all support he could ever want and need should he declare war against the humans of Earth. No, there was no need for people of the Infinite Realms to worry. High King Phantom was a God after all. It was only ever his right to exact divine punishment onto those who opposed and threatened his will. It was not their fault if the humans actively went against his will. No, the humans had no one but themselves to blame for whatever came for them.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc prompt #the infinite realms is home to more than just ghosts #like demons and other things too #it uses the king as its host to ensure its people’s survival and in turn makes the king a god #pariah dark went against the realms will #so he was sealed away and not killed because you can not kill an already dead god #the people of the realms were skeptical of having such a young king #but Danny’s a quick learner and turned out to be really good #amity park vs GIW wouldn’t be the first war he’s led #Danny gave himself a god complex bc people respect him more that way #it’s a mask he only uses outside of the realms #he’s acts normally when he’s with citizens of the realms #can a god even have a god complex?? #amity park moved to the infinite realms after the GIW tried killing them all #JL and JLD are struggling trying to find a way to negotiate a peace agreement #but amity park feels abandoned and spiteful so they refuse #lucky for the JL that it’s Phantom who’s in charge #or maybe that’s the reason they’re not so lucky #amity found out Danny was a god and ran with it #this might be a good way to like make this into an arranged marriage au with a person of your choice #make Danny as old or as young as you want #Danny will do what he needs to make sure his people are safe and happy

[zone-seven]

Party Poison Headcanons

- He was totally captivated from the moment he learned about the Phoenix Witch and the religion surrounding her. Religion quickly became a big part of his daily life; it’s very important to him and he structures his days to give him time to pray and do the rituals he feels are important.

- He’s been dating a guy named Dunerover Danny for a few years. They are very in love, though sometimes long distance due to the “dune roving” thing. Dan is basically an anthropologist (for his own enjoyment of desert history/culture and also wanting a more accurate and humanising version than whatever BLI would do), he’s travelling a lot. Poison goes with him on occasion.

- Extrovert to the extreme, almost always prefers to be around other people. He’s always out and about, running errands or visiting people, or else he’s wandering around the diner looking for someone who’s not too busy to hang out while they work. He’s very chatty.

- He has a habit of making up silly little songs while he goes about his day, usually narrating what he’s doing. It’s very cute.

- He’s a really good cook and (largely) in charge of both supply management and meals. He learned everything he knows about cooking from various people in the zones, including Jet and Ghoul, since cooking was never something he really had to think about in the city. He doesn’t know how to “properly” do any particular cuisine but he does some interesting fusion food.

- he’s an incredibly quick learner and excelled in school growing up. A ton of his identity is baked into that and it’s been hard for him to let go of as an adult/in a society that doesn’t value formal academia in the same way as the city. He speaks and writes fluently in 6 languages, has fancy double psychology and law degrees from Battery City’s most elite university, picks up on new things with ease… and it does not impress people in the desert like it did people in the city, for a variety of reasons. He can be both a little overwhelming in his desire to learn and incredibly obnoxious in his constant need to debate and be right. Also tends to think he knows better than everyone else and comes off as extremely arrogant, sometimes controlling and even belittling. He figured it out eventually but it took a while to learn what upset people.

- Despite the brashness he’s really charismatic and charming. He gets away with a LOT just by being a good manipulator and knowing when to turn it on and off.

- Fame really suits him, he never gets tired of being known and recognised, even by those who hate his guts. He’s just happy to leave an impression.

- The desert really suits him in general, which is sort of surprising because he fit flawlessly into the city until his early 20s. He’s really thrived out in the zones, though — more than most people — and it’s hard to tell he wasn’t born out there. It’s the best decision he ever made.

#party poison #danger days #true lives of the fabulous killjoys #ttlotfk #tlotfk

[bubblegumbeech]

Passing Through

Dannymay Day 5: Doorway

“Don’t go in there,” his mother warned. Her voice shook. “Never go through that door.”

Danny had no intention of ignoring his mother, especially since the night she’d given him that warning was seared so thoroughly in his mind he didn’t think even as an adult he’d ever forget it.

It had been dark, but not any darker than any other night with Danny’s myriad nightlights and glowing stars stuck everywhere he could reach and then some. The night had long since settled, and Danny was supposed to be sleeping and was instead, like any young child, not doing that.

In fact, he’d been staring out his window, arm balanced on the sill and face pressed up against the glass so he could see the night sky in all her glory. It was one of the only times he felt truly comfortable, alone and with his parents and sister asleep. He often imagined himself sailing amongst those stars. Or flying high enough to reach out and cradle one to his chest. 

Jazz always told him that was impossible, that each star was as far away from each other as they were from earth, if not further. He told her she could eat dirt, and she got a hurt look in her eyes that made him feel bad, but he didn’t apologize because she was being mean first. 

He’d been preoccupied, that’s why he didn’t notice it at first. 

When the soft pink touch of the sun started obscuring the night’s stars, Danny realized he’d been up all night and he was probably going to fall asleep in class again. He turned around to quickly dive into bed to at least feign having slept so his parents didn’t scold him and feel like they had to check in on him at night the way they threatened to last time. 

He hadn’t expected the door. 

It was small, very small compared to a normal door. It was just large enough that Danny could crawl through on all fours, and he knew there was no way his dad would ever be able to get through. At least not more than an arm. Maybe his head if he tried to dive through it.

The door was closed, a soft, purple light on the other side painting the carpet beneath where it stood, balanced, in the middle of the room. Acting as if it was placed in the wall like any good door, but missing the wall itself entirely. 

Danny walked closer, his mind off bed times and getting ready for school entirely. Now he was thinking of adventures and stories Jazz used to read him before he could read himself. Stories of exploration and hidden worlds. His hand brushed against the polished brass handle, and a jolt of electricity flowed through him, causing every hair in his body to stand on end. 

He probably should have let go then, released the handle and backed up, frightened. But instead Danny’s grip tightened and he twisted the nob, pulling it slowly open, his heart beating in rapt anticipation. It was barely open a sliver, the tiniest bit of purple light spilling out onto the frame, when his mother ran into the room and slammed it closed. 

She was wearing a hazmat suit, as if she’d just come from the lab downstairs, with thick rubber gloves and ominous red goggles that reflected a twisted version of Danny’s face back at him as she pulled him into a tight, unforgiving hug. 

“Thank goodness you’re safe,” she said, her words heavy with exertion. Had she run up here? How did she know there was a door? 

Danny looked over his mother’s shoulder to take another look, but the door had vanished at some point when his eyes were no longer locked upon it. That was when she gave him her warning. The one he had no intention of ignoring.

The one he was disregarding now, for no reason other than he was sick of it. He was tired of the nights, laying awake and seeing a door that promised so much and had yet to be given the opportunity to deliver. 

His mother would skin him alive if she knew, but she’d probably never find out. Honestly, if Tucker’s theories were true and it was some monster trying to trick him into its lair Coraline-style, it’d probably take at least a week for her to even realize he was gone. His dad probably wouldn’t notice at all. 

Jazz…

Danny shook his head. If anything, Jazz would be the one to forgive him for being dumb. She understood what it was like to have this burning curiosity, this need to know. 

The door didn’t always appear. Most nights it did, but only when Danny was distracted by something, usually the stars outside his window, sometimes a particularly fun video game or a good book. It only ever appeared right on the cusp of night and morning, before the sun rose fully but after the stars hid away. And it always waited for him to look away before it disappeared. 

He didn’t plan on looking away tonight. 

The first night after his mother’s warning, he’d stayed up all night, terrified, waiting for the door to appear. It never did. In fact, the next month, he spent every second awake expecting it to appear and being almost disappointed when it didn’t. 

It appeared again, in much the same way it had the first time, while Danny was star gazing. 

That’s why, now, knowing the rules (or rather what few rules he could tell from this side of the door), Danny was determined to follow through. None of his questions would be answered just waiting for the door to appear or not appear, nor would they be answered by spending time staring at it and studying it from the outside. 

He needed to go through.

The brass knob was cold against his palm, and it turned easily. The click of the mechanism was loud in the night’s quiet. He held his breath. He opened the door.

There was no resistance when it swung open. Almost the opposite, in fact, like it had been waiting for an excuse. The soft purple light that had teased the edges of the door was much closer to a deep, swirling purple that looked almost like mist and obscured the path forward. 

But Danny wasn’t scared. 

He was curious. 

He stepped through, and heard the door close softly behind him. Just like in a horror movie really, and exactly like the stories his mother told him, warning him of monsters and things from the other side. 

It didn’t matter anymore, if he’d made the right choice. He’d made his choice and there was only one path to take. Danny walked into the mists and kept walking.

No more than an hour could have passed, but it felt like much longer. Time seemed to stretch along with the endless path, and Danny hadn’t come any closer to the answers he wanted. 

He sighed. “Hello? Is anyone here?” he tried calling out, to no avail. 

This was turning out to be a waste of a trip. With all the cryptic warnings, he’d hoped it wouldn’t be boring at the very least, yet here he was. The only difference between this and one of Sam’s ‘nature hikes’ was that Danny couldn’t see anything through the damned purple mist.

Or could he?

Danny squinted his eyes, catching something moving just to his left. It was very much hidden, the deep purple of its cloak camouflaged perfectly against the swirling purples all around him. He took a step closer, off the path, and felt the air still around him.

A voice, haunting and deep, startled him. 

“A quick learner,” it said. 

Danny felt his mouth go dry. There was actually someone here, someone that might not be human. Someone that could summon a door into a kids room for half a decade waiting for them to open it. 

Someone who might have answers.

Danny stepped closer, and the mist seemed to gather, catching on itself and folding into a physical shape. The hooded figure. Danny forced himself not to blink. It felt like anything was possible, that if he looked away, he’d miss too much to make sense of it later. 

The hooded figure turned to him and beckoned with one gloved hand, the other holding a twisting, intricate staff covered in shapes and symbols Danny couldn’t quite make out. Danny didn’t step any closer.

It was clear this man wasn’t human, or at the very least hadn’t been for some time. The only thing Danny could see hidden under the cloak was an old clock. But even then, Danny couldn’t tell whether it was something he was wearing on his chest or if it simply was his chest and there was nothing else.

“You’re still cautious, even now when you’ve already made your decision?” the figure asked. “Did you not seek an answer to your curiosity?”

Danny frowned. This whatever-it-was knew more than he was comfortable with. Had he been watching from the other side? How? Is that why the door only appeared when it did? Why couldn’t he just open the door and step out if his goal was to spirit Danny away like in the stories? 

There were just so many questions, and Danny still didn’t have any answers. 

“Do you actually have any answers or are you just going to eat me?” he asked, growing irritated. It had been a long night, made longer by his fruitless walk, and it was starting to affect his temper.

Instead of answering, the figure lowered his arm, tilting his head to the side. “If you thought I was going to eat you, why did you come through the door? You’ve been very good at ignoring it so far.” 

“Yeah see,” Danny said, throwing up his hands, “that kind of stuff only makes you sound more creepy and suspicious, you know! If your goal is child eating you should set up, idk a candy house or something. Pretend to be a grandma, I hear that works wonders provided you stay out of your own oven.”

The figure laughed. It sounded, off, not like a noise Danny recognized, but more like a collage of sounds: a ticking clock chiming with heavy clanking clockwork all wrapped in canary song and it vibrated all the way through Danny from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. It filled the air around them much like the mist once did and Danny felt glee himself, caught up as he was.

He looked up desperately at the figure, trying to keep ahold of himself and how he truly felt, lost in the sudden sea of emotion. The figure’s cloak was bunched up, as if he was doubled over in laughter, his gloves clutching at his staff and the entire collection shaking with slight tremors.

The hood turned towards him, empty, and Danny’s panic spiked. The laughter stopped, and the figure stood once more, pulling the hood further down and hiding the nothingness underneath.

“I apologize,” he said, sincere. “It’s been some time since I’ve felt in such good humor, and you took me off guard. I hope you didn’t get too swept away?”

Danny, who was still definitely feeling the effects of the other’s laughter, shook his head no. “I’m alright. I just- what are you?”

“I am like Clockwork,” he answered readily. “Though the question you should be asking, Daniel, is what are you? That is a much more interesting answer.”

Disagreeing vehemently, Danny shook his head. Like Clockwork? Was that his name? Why he had a clock, er, was a clock? How did that work? What was he? Simply what his name implied? Something more? There were a billion and a half questions he wanted answers to that were more interesting than that. 

Then again, there had to be a reason he said it, right? “Okay Clockwork, I’ll bite. What am I?”

He could swear the thing smiled. “You are halfway there.”

#dannymay2021 #danny phantom #clockwork #danny fenton #horror #horror themes #loosely based off TPoH #but not nearly that well thought out #Bee's writing

[daisybeewrites]

Academy Blues

oh, deer

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none for this chapter, vague foreshadowing

ship: dousy (daisy johnson x daniel sousa), background Fitzsimmons and Philinda

heyyyyy…. yes i posted it early on Ao3

howeverrr you guys are gonna like this chapter. i just feel it in my bones (bc its fluffy and the angst starts kicking in in the next one)

“You look like Rudolph, Daisy,” Elena greeted.

Daisy took a large swig of coffee, rolling her eyes but smirking. The pair were walking together to Elena’s first class after a tough early-morning spar.

“You’re the one who punched me where I already had a bruise,” Daisy shot back.

“Hey, I already told you I was aiming for the jaw. It’s not my fault you didn’t duck quick enough.”

They laughed as Elena swiped her key card to the comms building. Daisy held the door for Elena, shoving her lightly in the back as she passed.

“Hey!”

“Not my fault you can’t see backwards,” Daisy teased.

It was Elena’s turn to roll her eyes and laugh, slowing to a stop outside May’s lecture room.

“Right. Wish me luck, I heard May was giving a pop quiz today,” Elena grimaced.

“You don’t need any luck. I’ll see ya, Elena,” Daisy replied.

“Yeah, you will!” Elena said, backing into May’s large lecture room.

Daisy watched her wave and sit down with a group of third-years, her perfect french braids swishing behind her, before turning around. Daisy didn’t have a moment to think about where she was going before she ran into a solid wall.

Daisy looked up into a pair of dark chocolate eyes, crinkled at the edges with a small smile. The wall’s hair was ruffled, as if he had just gotten out of bed. He wore black SHIELD sweats and a white t-shirt. The wall was very attractive. She vaguely registered the smattering of books on the ground, her mind more focused on his hands on her shoulders.

“Daisy, are you okay?”

She must have been staring for too long. “Yeah, I’m good! Great! Sorry, Sousa,” she apologized, quickly bending over to pick up his books. She almost dropped them again when his hand brushed hers while she handed the thick textbooks back. She gave him a quick smile, taking a deep breath to compose herself, reciting her affirmations. I am Daisy Johnson. I am an Agent of SHIELD. I can move the Earth. I am powerful. I am in control of myself.

Daniel’s smile grew a bit when he heard Daisy laughing quietly to herself.

“I guess you could say I really swept you off your feet.”

Daniel chuckled at the quip, his hands still on her shoulders. “Yeah. Foot,” Daniel corrected. Daisy furrowed her brows, but ignored the strange comment.

“Right. Well, the bell—” Daisy was cut off by a long, high-pitched bell. She closed her eyes tight, the blaring alarm causing tiny vibrations to travel through her skull. When she opened them, Daniel was still standing in front of her, white tee and black sweats and messy morning hair encouraging just a bit more flirting before he had to leave.

“Wow, look at you. Late! I’m a bad influence on you, Danny.”

Daniel shrugged, glancing at his watch. “S’not the first time,” he murmured lowly, stepping away and giving her a last look before he disappeared into the classroom.

Daisy pretended not to notice her heart rate had risen from it’s usual sixty beats-per-minute to seventy-six beats-per-minute.

Daisy spent the rest of the day absentmindedly completing work in her classes. For some reason, flirting with Daniel felt… different than it had with her exes. Even her exes in SHIELD. Daniel was grounded. He had a calm presence. Being late didn’t phase him in the slightest; Daisy would have internally berated herself for the rest of the day.

She was finishing a short answer assignment from International Law and SHIELD Policy while stretching on the outdoor training grounds when she saw him again: still in sweats despite the heat. He was still walking with same, familiar limp. Then it clicked—’Foot’; the throwaway comment from earlier made much more sense now. He had a prosthetic. Before she could think anymore about that revelation, May called the Ops trainees to gather around her under a giant maple tree. Daisy was the last to get up, hanging towards the back as usual.

“Ops training, eh?”

Sousa turned to Daisy standing beside him, breaking his focus on May to turn to her. “Yeah. I used to be military, remember? 28th Infantry Recon Scout. I figure I’ve got to get at least near the level I used to be before I can go in the field.”

Daisy nodded, her hair caught in a slight breeze. “As long as you don’t steal my crown as the Queen of Spar, Master of Field Ops Physical Training.”

Daniel chuckled quietly, turning his attention back to May, who was explaining today’s exercises.

“Partners,” Daisy breathed. Daisy hated partners, unless it was May. She’d rather condition. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the other trainees, they were great people! But her nerves got the better of her and she ended up holding back, not helping herself or her partner. She knew how to control her powers, how to keep herself from using them while sparring. Whispers of doubt and guilt still invaded, fogging her mind like deadly mist.

You could kill them. It’s happened before…

She was taken back to the moment by Daniel tapping her shoulder. “Partners?”

Daisy reluctantly nodded and motioned to him to follow her over to a thick pad of grass next to a small willow tree.

“So, what exactly are we supposed to be doing? It’s Tuesday, which is usually a mix of breathing and nerve control and focusing on technique, rather than strength.”

Daniel glanced over at the other partners, who were all going through defensive and offensive stances slowly, like tai chi, he thought.

Daisy walked closer to where he had stopped beside the willow, pointing out a pair of partners moving almost in sync.

“They’re focusing on how their breathing can help their fighting. Mentally and physically. If you’re nervous, your heart rate spikes, your brain goes fuzzy and then your body gets sloppy. If you aren’t breathing, your heart rate spikes, your brain goes fuzzy and your body gets sloppy. Breath can make a punch more powerful and a kick more accurate, if you know how to use it. I’ll show you the moves.”

Defensive, offensive, block, strike, block, kick. Daisy continued in a cycle until Sousa could mirror her movements with little effort.

Daisy stopped him then. “Great! You’re a quick learner,” She winked, smiling wide.

Daniel smiled back, “So how do I do the breathing thing?”

Daisy pondered how to explain it for a second. “You have to flow, like water. You control your breathing, you have the power. But at the same time, you have to let the air flow naturally. The moves will align with your breath, don’t force it.”

Daniel nodded, and they were off. It took a minute to get into the groove, but once he did, it felt effortless. Every kick, block, inhale and turn, exhale and strike came naturally. It gave him the opportunity to study Daisy.

Usually, especially in the early mornings in the computer lab, Daisy looked tired. Her brows were drawn slightly, fingers fidgeting, knee bouncing. In the halls she walked briskly and adjusted her bag or checked her watch often, a small tic she didn’t seem to notice. Right now, though, breeze across her olive skin, Daisy looked cool as water.

She felt the earth beneath her. The trees and grass and flowers in the wind. She tuned in to the radio of her surroundings, letting her muscle memory guide her. The forest was really loud. The concrete buildings had a sort of buzz, too. They mixed in her bones like the sounds of a great symphony, low rumbles and high-pitched chittering and long, constant notes that provided a harmony to the undulating melody. The frequencies of each living and non-living thing in the area seemed to be flowing around her, steady.

Daniel softly stared at her as she moved through the flow with him. She was very good at this. He was having a bit of trouble, though he doubted he would be having this much trouble if it wasn't Daisy right in front of him. For an exercise designed to relax them, wasn’t it counterintuitive to partner with the girl that made his heart skip a beat when she smiled?

When May clapped her hands and signaled the end of the session, the tired, sweaty kids gathered around May’s oak tree. The sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon, bringing a glow to each of their faces. Daisy looked radiant.

“Class is dismissed. Tomorrow, we’re conditioning,” May warned. In a quieter voice, May called, “Daisy, can you hang for a second?”

Daisy stepped away from her bag and towards May. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. I have a question for you. Would you mind giving up your free period three times a week?”

Daisy’s eyebrows raised, no classes that she knew of only took place three times a week. “I want to say yes, but I’d also like to know why?”

“Fair. Top brass called. If you want to be a field agent with powers, you’ve got to practice fighting with them, get comfortable with them. I know everything that happened with Lincoln…” May paused, gauging Daisy’s reaction. When there wasn’t any, May continued. “Your powers didn’t make you an agent, I did.”

May paused, giving Daisy a chance to settle her thoughts before adding, “But I think this is important.”

Daisy slowly nodded. If this was important to May, then Daisy had no problems giving up her free period.

“Who will I train with?” she asked.

May smiled. “Meet Yo-Yo and I behind the garage at seven sharp tomorrow morning.΅

Daisy saluted playfully, wandering to her bag and walking in the direction the other students had gone. She could see them filtering into the cafeteria. A smoothie sounded nice…

The canteen was full of students grabbing plates of chicken and veggie tacos. Daisy was always happy during dinner on taco Tuesday. She grabbed her plate and a small green juice and searched for a familiar pair of heads, warm brown eyes and freckles sitting next to dirty blonde curls.

As she approached, two hands went up, waving. Weaving her way through students, she saw Fitz pat the seat beside him.

“Oi, Dais! I've got something to show you!”

Daisy sat down, her attention drawn to the tiny device on the table in front of her. It was small enough to fit in her hand, but surprisingly heavy for its size. Multiple coloured wires stuck out from various surfaces. Fitz was grinning at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He pressed a button on a small remote that sat on the table. Daisy looked over at Jemma, puzzled. Was something supposed to be happening?

Daisy glanced down at her hand. There was nothing there but a constant weight.

“Fitz! You replicated cloaking!”

Jemma and Fitz immediately shushed her, looking around. “He wasn’t supposed to! It’s above his ‘level’. Professor Weaver practically forbid him.”

Daisy’s eyes widened. This was very Fitz. Tell him he can’t, and he will, just to prove it to himself. Holding it up to eye level and moving it around, Daisy marveled at the seamless invisibility. “What are you gonna do with it?”

Fitz shrugged. He began to explain a number of uses for the device, along with the technical modifications he’d have to make for them to work. She tuned out after Jemma exasperatedly told him they couldn’t train monkeys to be invisible recon scouts.

Her plan to learn something from Fitzsimmons banter was derailed when Daisy noticed a shadow at the corner of her eye. It slipped away as quickly as it came, around the corner of the cafeteria and out of sight.

Why was she getting déjà vu?

“Dais, you alright there?” Fitz asked quietly.

Daisy turned back to him, smiling. “Yeah, I thought I saw something. Probably just tired.”

The sandy blonde boy laughed, “S’only Tuesday, Dais. We’ve got a whole week ahead of us!”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’ve got six tests this week!” Simmons countered.

Daisy’s mouth opened in surprise, quickly shut when Fitz made a comment about catching flies. “Wait, so you aren’t excited for the tests?”

Jemma shook her head miserably, her amber eyes rolling. “No. Usually I would be, it’s so odd! But I was studying the other night and reviewing old tests, and my chest felt so heavy and my head started spinning—”

Fitz stopped her by putting his hand over hers, gently reassuring her. Watching the two, Daisy thought her heart might burst, a bubbly feeling rising in her chest.

Jemma turned back to her, considerably less distressed.

“Do you want some help studying?” Daisy offered.

Jemma nodded. “Tonight, 8, the rooftop?”

The group nodded.

At eight o’clock, Daisy carefully climbed out her window and around the corner to the fire escape. The stairs whispered and creaked with the wind, but you would never know anyone was climbing the iron to the roof unless you ran directly into her.

She arrived at the last landing, one floor above her own, and crouched down. She jumped, using small quakes as a make-shift propulsor. Jemma turned her head towards the soft thump of Daisy landing on the roof.

The space was decorated with a jungle of potted plants and fairy lights strung around the ledge, mix-matched multicoloured and shades of white. They cast a warm glow across the spread of notes and textbooks neatly placed in front of Jemma. Daisy approached, pulling out her laptop and a pouch of pens, pencils, highlighters, and white-out.

“Ready for our study date?”

Jemma smiled. “Yes. Fitz should be here any minute.”

The two girls got comfortable, beginning to go over notes and chat idly. Daisy wrote down vocab and key ideas on note cards and organised them by subject. Jemma laughed loudly when Daisy expressed her confusion at the difference between the three biochemistries that she was taking. Suddenly, loud clanging was heard from the side of the building.

“Daisy! Jems!”

The two girls shared a glance at the panicked voice. Fitz.

They rushed over to where he would be coming onto the iron landing, grabbing his hand and helping him over the concrete barrier onto the roof.

Fitz supported himself on his knees, panting. “There's a guy down there. Creepy bastard.”

Jemma and Daisy shared another glance, this one full of concern and trepidation.

Fitz pointed to Daisy. “Askin’ about you, Dais. Your…” Fitz trailed off, drawing waves in the air with his hand.

Jemma rested a hand on Daisy’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. “Go check it out, we’ll be here when you get back.”

Daisy reluctantly jumped onto the metal landing below, resisting the urge to use her powers to cushion her landing. She quickly checked the perimeter of the dorm, then wandered closer to the forest that backed up to the dorms.

If only she had night vision as well as the power to create earthquakes.

A subtle movement caught her eye, a dark silhouette shifting in between the trees. A haze of clouds covered the moon, making the forest darker than usual. Daisy stepped forward slowly, her breath speeding up.

The air seemed electric, the few clouds in the sky bloodred with the remaining rays of sunset. The tall pines and thick oaks were silhouetted black against the sky, branches seeming to reach out to grab the twilight shadows. Daisy threw a quick glance over her shoulder, letting out a relieved exhale when she saw Fitz and Jemma watching over her from the roof.

A twig snapped right in front of Daisy, the treeline only twenty feet away. Daisy felt the echo bounce around the forest. She took a deep breath, steadying her hands and lungs. Something, someone, was right on the other side of those bushes…

“AAGH!”

A deer leapt out of the brush, landing right in front of her. Its large doe eyes stared at her, ears back. It was just a fawn.

Daisy slowly let out a sigh of relief, dropping her arms from where they had come up in front of her. She snorted.

“You’re just a baby. What are you doing in the bushes by yourself?”

Daisy tentatively reached out, the fawn showed no signs of moving. She opened her palm, letting the deer sniff before it bounded away across the field.

Daisy sighed. She felt something was off, like you would the moment before you were struck by lightning. Like any second, something else would pop out of the forest, this time a real threat…

Silence.

Stillness.

Daisy sighed, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes. I just need sleep. If the paranoia has set in, I definitely need sleep.

Daisy headed back to the dorms, the feeling of eyes on her following until she was safely on the roof with her friends.

The twinkling fairy lights lit the rest of their evening, shadows and deer forgotten in the warmth of laughs and starlight.

#daisy johnson #dousy #daisy johnson/daniel sousa #fitzsimmons #jemma simmons #daniel sousa #leo fitz #timequake #fic #philinda #philindaisy #academy au #ashby writes #x reader #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #marvel #aos #melinda may

[dwaynepride]

fading light of the setting sun

summary: dwayne tries to be there for reader in the aftermath of douglas hamilton.

words: 3,421

warnings: spoilers for 4x08, 4x10, and 6x10, nsfw, female reader

tags: @stanathanxoox​​ @pageofultron​​ @6adb0y​​ @thegoodlonelydalek​​ @consultingdoctorwholock​​ @starryrevelations​​ @thebeckyjolene​​ @diaryofafan17​​ @specialagentlokitty​​  

a/n: this is part 2 of a 2-part fic. both parts are based off of ‘setting sun’ by lord huron

PART 1

Tell me, when did I lose your love?   Was it him you were thinking of     All those nights when you made me swoon       Making love beneath the moon?

Dwayne is certain that his blood must be on fire.

He can barely breathe. Lost the ability to think just as soon as your hands ran down the skin of his chest. They left behind such an impression that Dwayne knows he’ll feel your touch for days afterward. And your hands - they never left his body. Even now, he feels them; one on his shoulder for leverage, the other on his back, nails digging into his skin.

In all honesty, Dwayne is shocked he’s lasted this long already. Your first little moan of his name realistically should’ve made him cum alone. That look in your eye after he’d gone down on you should’ve put him out of commission. You’re dangerous and you don’t even know it.

And yet, Dwayne is still rocking against you. A hand gripping his backboard while the other is tangled in the sheets. He might’ve been able to keep his own orgasm back before, but it’s getting so much harder now. Every deep thrust, every single time you cry out, every wriggle of your hips - it’s starting to become too much. Dwayne’s face is buried in your neck, eyes screwed shut, focused on keeping himself at bay until you cum. Just one more time.

“You’re so fucking good, sweetheart. So good for me. Wanna hear you cum again,” he mumbles in your ear. Honestly, it took all his brainpower to even speak.

But he’s a quick learner. He’s picked up how your legs tighten around his waist whenever he starts goading you on. Dwayne notices it even now - the nails in his back scouring even deeper. Your moans getting higher. A growing tenseness in your body that tells him you’re getting closer for the second time tonight.

He bets that Hamilton could never have made you cum twice in a row.

So he picks up the pace. Goes even deeper and Dwayne knows he hit a fucking perfect spot by the way you suddenly cry out. It nearly sends a shiver down his spine, but he pulls his focus back in. “You close, honey? Gonna cum for me again?” He pants out. God, it’s getting hard to talk....

Your head bobs in a desperate nod. And it only takes two more thrusts of his hips before you’re cumming around him. Clinging to him just as tightly as Dwayne clings to you. Reveling in the feel of his body moving against yours, and this time, he really does shiver when you start moaning out loud.

“Fuck, fuck- god,” you’re choking out the words. It only serves as initiative for Dwayne to keep going. “Fuck- Douglas! Oh my god...”

He was on the very edge. About to follow you over and cum with a groan of your name and it would’ve been about as close to heaven as Dwayne could be. He could almost taste it.

But he stopped. He had to. It was a raw, sudden shock that made Dwayne stop moving his hips. And when he pulled his face away from your neck, eyes coming up to see your face, your eyes weren’t even open. Clearly still lost in your own pleasure, but Dwayne doesn’t look away. His limbs are trembling from the sudden halt of his orgasm - or maybe it’s because you’d just cried out Hamilton’s name.

Slowly, your eyes blink open with tiny smile gracing your lips. A sight that surely would’ve warmed him before. You see his face, outlined with the moonlight that filters in through the window.

And instantly, you realize why Dwayne looks like you’d just shot his dog.

He lets out a shaky exhale, and finally moves away. Pulls out and climbs off, tugging the sheets to wrap around his waist. Dwayne not even sure what to say. What can he say?

So you’re the one who speaks, instantly sitting up and leaning toward him. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you tell him. Voice tight and keening and not something Dwayne likes to hear. “I just- it just came out. I didn’t mean it, Dwayne. I’m so, so sorry.”

For a moment, he doesn’t look at you. It would hurt a little too much to see you, right now. His chest feels like its been cracked open, and Dwayne finds that his limbs are still shaking slightly. He feels like he might just start screaming. And maybe he should have; maybe it would’ve made him feel better. But when Dwayne finally looks over to you - sees your sad and torn up expression - he knows he’d be physically incapable of shouting at you. Doesn’t want to make you feel worse.

Dwayne knows you’ve gone through a lot with Douglas. Gone through a terrible heartache. Maybe it’s unfair to expect you to be able to completely drop all your feelings for Hamilton - as much as Dwayne thinks it should be easy.

You’re still adjusting, he tells himself.

It’s difficult, but he offers a tight smile. Raises a hand to rest along your cheek. And when Dwayne leans in, you follow his lead, and he kisses you softly. “It’s alright. I’m not mad,” he says lowly.

Now, it’s your turn to be speechless. Perhaps you were expecting Dwayne to be furious with you. But honestly, he can’t just force you to stop loving Douglas. He’ll just have to work harder to help you get past him.

Your own hand comes up, curling around the back of Dwayne’s neck and tugging him closer. Prompting him to lie down, and he follows you readily. Settling in beside you, Dwayne presses a small kiss on your shoulder. A little peace offering, despite his churning stomach.

Slowly, your hand runs back down the length of his body. Fingers following every curve and line over his chest and stomach, and it isn’t until you reach his happy trail does Dwayne catch on to your plan.

You knew he hadn’t cum yet. You’re trying to make things even.

But he’s just not in the mood.

His hand catches yours before you can reach him, and to keep from hurting you further, Dwayne brings it up to press a kiss against your wrist. “Actually, I just wanna get to sleep - if that’s alright with you.”

Your eyes flash with surprise in the lowlight, but you don’t argue.

And that night, Dwayne falls asleep wrapped around you, chest to back, with his face hiding against the back of your neck. Wishing he could get the sound of your voice out of his head.

-

Were you dreaming of his touch?   When you couldn't get enough     Was there truth in the songs you sung?       Little girl, you're not so young.

There’s no real attempt in trying to play any semblance of a song. Dwayne doesn’t even try - he simply lets his fingers trail over the keys in any way they want. He’s much too preoccupied to think about playing anything.

Danny was safe. He knew that. The young man was home with Loretta and Dwayne fulfilled his promise to find and save him.

Shockingly, none of that makes him feel any better.

Dwayne hears the doors open, but he doesn’t look up to greet whoever came in. Can’t be bothered. His gaze sits on the piano keys, his mind going over the events of the day.

Though, your voice helps ground him - just a little. “I know you guys finished up early today, but I wasn’t expecting anybody to come over yet,” you speak up. Voice bright and chipper and everything Dwayne is not.

You don’t know about what happened to Danny. Unaware of the lines Dwayne had just crossed so readily.

He can’t find the words to respond with, and that’s what prompts you closer. This time, when you speak, there’s a careful concern in your tone. “Is everything okay, Dwayne?”

This time, he shrugs. And usually, Dwayne might’ve brushed off your question. This was not your burden to carry. He knows you’ve been going through a lot - he shouldn’t just dump it all on you. And yet, the weight of it is too much. He sighs. “I did something today,” he says lowly. “Something I shouldn’t have done. It was for a good reason, I guess, but it scares me that I did it.”

You’re quiet, but eventually, he hears your footfalls come toward him until your sitting beside him on the piano bench. And as your hand comes to settle on his shoulder, Dwayne reflexively exhales. Truly, it’s amazing what your touch does to him.

“I know you’ve had a hard few months. With your job and the bar and...” you trail off. And Dwayne nearly flinches when you finally say his name, “and Douglas. But you’re one of the best people I know. You’re a good man, and I care a lot about you. I wanna be here for you, if you need me.”

Immediately, his head swivels around to look at you. Meeting his eyes, you offer a smile. Hoping it would lighten his mood, a little.

Dwayne is not so naive, though - not naive enough to think that perhaps, your words went deeper than how they sounded. That maybe, despite the scars that Douglas left behind, you’d feel for him even a fraction of what he feels for you.

Dwayne knows you care about him, but not in the way he wants.

Still, this day wore him down. His heart is heavy, soul tapped dry, and you’re right there. It’s natural to lean in, loop his arms around your waist and push his face into the crook of your neck. Your arms come around his shoulders, hands running up and down his back. Despite everything, Dwayne feels a bit more at ease. More at home, even if he knows it’s not really his.

His eyes fall shut, exhaling against your skin, and he just lets go. “I love you,” Dwayne mumbles. Barely audible to himself.

“What’d you say?” You ask him.

“...Nothing.”

-

Well, I could never betray your love   You had me, heart and soul     You might never have known it, girl,       But I was all yours.

Sometimes, the universe loved to test Dwayne Pride.

He knew this, of course. It feels like his entire life has been a test. An experiment of how much he can take, how he handles it all, and what happens after.

But even the universe goes too far, sometimes.

Dwayne rubs his hands over his face, leaning back in his chair for just a moment. After everything he’s done and sacrificed and risked to put Douglas Hamilton in jail, he might be going free. The team has been scrambling to try and figure out who his partner could be, but there may not be enough time. His trial is only in a couple days.

Talking to him with Gregorio resulted in nothing but a screaming match. It seems Dwayne hasn’t been able to quite stifle his burning hatred of the man.

His attention breaks from his thoughts, however, when Dwayne hears your voice calls his name. Hands falling away, he looks up to see you marching right into the office with a perplexed Roy peeking in from outside. You looked very worked up. Dwayne stands to come around his desk.

“When were you going to tell me?”

He blinks in surprise at your harsh tone. “Tell you what?”

“About Douglas. That he’s appealing his trial? He might get out of prison?” You shoot off each word like a bullet as you walk up to him. Your eyes are wide and angry and searching for answers and Dwayne can barely meet them.

He knew he probably should’ve told you before. Sat you down and explained it before you heard from the media. But it was too hard a conversation to have. Thinking about it made his blood boil, and Dwayne was aware of your lingering feelings. Honestly, he didn’t know how you’d take it.

He scrambles for an answer. “I’ve been busy, sweetheart-”

“Busy trying to keep him in jail, you mean.”

Your words throw him back, a little. Dwayne’s eyebrows knit together in a frown as he nods. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He asks.

“Dwayne, if he’s trying to appeal his case, then that means he’s innocent,” you tell him. He can hardly believe what he’s hearing. “That you made a mistake.”

It’s difficult to nail down a singular emotion that he’s feeling. Confusion, mostly, of why you’d think Douglas was innocent. Maybe a little hurt that you’d be so quick to turn on him. And there’s anger in his stomach, too. That you’d believe Hamilton over him.

“I didn’t make a mistake,” Dwayne says with a shake of his head, his tone growing a bit harder. “Douglas is guilty, sweetheart - he’s making a deal-”

“Don’t call me that.” You’re looking real angry, right now. Mimicking Dwayne’s hard frown. Though, he suspects he can’t begin to match that hot look in your eye; it almost makes him look away. “You hate him so much, you’ll let him rot in jail for the rest of his life. Do you know what I’ve been through? Trying to come to terms that Douglas might not have been who I thought he was?”

You’re almost yelling, now. Dwayne’s shifts his weight, and he wants to cut in to try and calm you down. But you’re not stopping. “I’ve been trying to push down my feelings because every time I look at you, I just think about Douglas and I feel so damn guilty about what happened. And you won’t even admit that you could’ve gotten it all wrong!”

By now, his anger had deflated. And he’s just watching you with sad, cautious eyes. All these months, Dwayne had just hoped that maybe, if he’d been there for you, those feelings might start to fade. That you’d move on, eventually.

But now, learning that those feelings only brought you guilt and shame....

Dwayne felt like he might throw up.

He steps closer, reaching out and putting a hand on your arm. But you pull away from him. It’s like a punch to the gut. “I’m sorry,” he chokes out. “I truly am. I never wanted you to feel guilty, and I’d never do anything to hurt you. But believe me when I say that Douglas Hamilton is guilty. I’m completely sure of that.”

Your eyes fall shut and you step away from him with a shake of your head. Dwayne watches the tears well up in your eyes. How you’re starting to slip away from him, and he starts getting desperate. Grasping at anything that will keep you here. He could pull you to his desk; show you the evidence he has against the former Mayor. But he can’t move. He can only speak from the heart.

“I love you.”

Within a second, your eyes connect with his. Wide, pink with tears. A breath caught in your lungs, but he keeps going. “I have for a long time now. I love you so damn much, and it never mattered to me that you weren’t ever really over him. Because I wanted to be there for you. And I needed you with me. I love you, and that’s why I’ve always tried to protect you.”

He can’t breathe. Can’t move. His hands tremble slightly as you take in his words. And for a moment, Dwayne feels hope rise in his chest. Maybe you’ll believe him finally. Maybe you’ll see that your love for Hamilton has been blinding you, and that Dwayne was right. Maybe you’ll hold him and kiss him and apologize for things that you really don’t need to apologize for because Dwayne has already forgiven you.

But then you take a step away from him. Your head shakes, eyes falling away, and Dwayne feels like his chest has just been cracked open. “I can’t do this, Dwayne. I can’t. Not anymore.”

His body is numb. Mouth dry. Mind blank.

“Maybe there was a time where I felt- thought I felt something for you. But it’s too much. Every time I look at you, I just see the person who took Douglas away from me.”

You say nothing else, because everything’s been said already. A tear falls down your cheek as you finally turn away from him and walk out.

The last Dwayne sees is you wiping away a tear. A tear he caused.

-

I know I’ll never reclaim your love   And that’s just how it goes     I ain’t the person I was this morning       When the sun rose

“428 West 27th. New York, New York. 10012.”

Hearing Eddie Barrett recite that address felt like being dipped in ice cold water. Dwayne barely had time to listen to it - understand it - before Eddie speaks up again. “Laurel, right? That’s where your daughter lives?” He asks. A rhetorical question.

Dwayne doesn’t respond. Doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a reply. He just keeps the barrel of his gun pointed at the other man, daring him to try something. And Dwayne still had hopes that he’ll be able to take him in. That his team will show up.

But the son of a bitch keeps talking. “4702 Perrier Street. New Orleans, Louisiana. 70115.”

And instantly, Dwayne gets nauseous. His gun suddenly weighs about thirty pounds heavier and he has to lower it. Has to grip it tight to hide the light tremble of his hands.

“That’s Y/N’s address, if I’m not mistaken,” Barrett tells him calmly. A light smirk comes to his face and Dwayne wants to beat it off of him. “Though, I don’t think she stays there, too often.”

“Stop,” Dwayne finally utters out.

“From what I’m told, she’s takes a lot of visits to the State Penitentiary. Visits a man - what’s his name?” Eddie pauses, as if feigning to remember.

Dwayne has to remind himself to breathe. To think past the slow boil of his blood and the sickening churn of his stomach. He won’t give Eddie Barrett what he wants. “I said stop.”

“Oh, that’s right. It’s Douglas Hamilton.” Dwayne grits his teeth at the mention of that name. “But I’m sure she comes around her apartment sometimes.”

It’s a reflex to stop closer to Barrett. Raise his gun just slightly. Stare into the eyes of the man who’s staring right back, so confident in his control. “You think I can’t get to them? No matter where you put me? You think I don’t still have people willing to do anything I ask?”

Problem is, Dwayne doesn’t doubt that. Not for a second. Maybe Laurel might be safe. Maybe she could be a little too far out of Eddie’s grasp for him to reach and maybe her boyfriend can protect her. But you? Well, you’ve already made it clear to Dwayne that you wanted nothing to do with him. That likely means his protection, as well.

He couldn’t let Eddie play him like this. Dwayne raises the gun to point at him once again. “I’m bringing you in,” he forces out. Hoping his voice sounds solid and confident - anything other than how he feels.

“Christopher LaSalle and his brother were just a small taste of what I’m capable of,” Eddie muses out.

Dwayne shakes his head fervently. “I’m not one of your followers.”

“No. Worse. You’re someone who actually believes he’s in control. But I will drag you into the chaos and this will never end.”

All his crazy, pretentious words start to become white noise. Something Dwayne can’t fully focus on, because he’s not naive. He knows Eddie isn’t just bluffing. He knows the power he has and Dwayne may not be able to stop him, even in jail. But then Eddie says something that snaps something inside of Dwayne. Says something that he can’t block out, even if he tried.

“And I’ll start with that woman you love so much. Her blood will be splattered all over the walls, and it’ll be your fault-”

Three gunshots fill the air, one after another. They silence the white noise.

Seems like protecting you is just gut instinct.

-

I know I’ll never replace your love   And that’s as hard as it gets     So I’ll be taking a life this evening       When the sun sets

#ncis new orleans imagine #ncis nola x reader #dwayne pride x reader #dwayne pride imagine #douglas hamilton x reader

[darling-i-read-it]

A-Z NSFW With Danny Torrance

Danny Torrance x reader 

Author’s Note: I’ve never done one of these before so I’m hoping this is what you were looking for!

Requested; by anon,  Hi there!! I love your writing and was wondering if you would do the fluff alphabet and the nsfw alphabet for Dan Torrance! I know they’re a lot, so no worries❤️ thanks so much for being here

Genre: smut

(not my gif)

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Danny is the sweetest person ever after sex. He likes to hold you after and spoon, play with your hair and after the two of you have cleaned up there's a shit ton of cuddles and pillow talk. If you aren’t both passed out just after which is also possible. 

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes your hands. He likes when your hands are on him and holds your hands when he can. Hands! 

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)  

At first he liked to cum on your stomach but as your relationship got more intimate he often liked to cum in you but really it depends on yours and his moods. 

D: Dirty Secret

He likes it when you take control and he never tells you but when you do it it really gets him going. Just remembering you did that after so much drunk sex is everything for him.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

As I mentioned before, he had a lot of messy drunk sex and you’re his first real partner. He isn’t really experienced but he is a quick learner. 

F: Favorite Position

He’s rather vanilla but anything where he gets to hold you in his arms, facing him or away from him he likes it. 

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He likes it easy going. He can laugh and he can be serious depending on what you want or again the mood. 

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Very clean, very groomed, mostly shaved. 

I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Danny is so intimate, so so intimate. He likes to take whatever chance he can to tell you he loves you through the love making so he’s always telling you or setting it up so that you can have a nice romantic night together. 

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He used to masturbate a shit ton when he was a drunk just because he didn’t know better but nowadays he’ll usually just come to you.  

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)  

He likes to praise you! PRAISE! 

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom! He likes his little room and it's so quaint and you spend a lot of time there anywhere so he just likes to hang out in his bed anyway may not do the do there. 

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He LOVES when you bite your lip, when you look concentrated, when you rub against him (even unintentionally) and when your hands rub his chest. Amongst other things. 

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like really kinky sex, nothing that would bond him from not being able to touch you or you touching him. He likes touching you too much and again, your hands. 

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)  

Giving! Giving! He is very good at giving (not that he doesn’t enjoy receiving as well) 

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He does like to be quite rough and fast a lot, very often but there are days where he can just be slow and careful but usually it’s him above you, working it out. 

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

Not a big fan of quickies but he has done it before. He prefers to take his time with you and will only ever do it if you’re really really teasing. 

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

He’ll do what you want at least once but if he doesn’t like it he will tell you for sure and you’re very understanding about it. 

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)

He has an okay stamina, could go for two or three rounds but he doesn’t usually last very long in the moment. 

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He isn’t a HUGE fan but if he uses them it’s usually on you to tease you. 

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

This is why he doesn’t like quickies. He is a fan of teasing you and won’t do it every time but he does it quite often. 

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Wow, the poor landlady. He grunts, he is very vocal especially just before climaxing. 

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He doesn’t like music when he’s doing it. Why? I don’t know but I don’t think he would like it. 

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)  

He’s average size, not too big , not too small and not too long or too short. Little longer than usual. Pretty good. 

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Especially when he’s had a rough day its usually pretty high but years of drunk sex didn’t make him cling to you to terribly all the time. 

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Oh so fast. If you’re not talking he will fall asleep on your chest, spooning you, he is always exhausted. 

Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing​, @satanslov3r @records-and-stardust​ @broodybats​ @starwarsprequelfangirl​ @ah-callie​ @rai-strangebr​ @whyisgmora​ @fandxmnerd​

#danny Torrance x reader #danny Torrance imagines #doctor sleep imagines

[bleachanimefan1]

Turtles Forever Part 65

The Lesson

"Donnie, What's the big surprise that you had to drag us all out of bed?" Raph growled, irritated. The three brothers, Splinter, and four girls were in Donnie's lab, wondering the same as well. Donnie was standing in front of them.

"Yeah, Don. Couldn't it wait in the morning? A turtle does need his beauty sleep, you know?" Mikey groaned tiredly, rubbing his eyes, yawning. Leatherhead walked into the room wheeling in a strange monitor. 

"Leatherhead? what are you doing here?" Leo asked.

"Leatherhead and I staid awake all night fixing this. But, we did it! We've finally got it to work!" Donnie shouted barely able to contain his excitement. 

 "Did what, my son?" Splinter questioned. Donnie walked over to Mona and took her hand gesturing her to the bed, with the monitor next to it, to lie down on it. Cautiously, Mona laid down as Raph walked over to her standing beside the bed next her.  Donnie started up the monitor and began to rub some gel on the mutant's stomach. Then he took a sensor that was connected to the monitor and began to rub it over Mona's belly. A picture came on the screen followed by an erratic heartbeat. Oh the screen, was a small baby with a tail as it moved. Raph and Mona's eyes widen in shock as did everybody else as well watching the screen.

"O-Our baby?!" Mona stammered. Raph watched the screen in silence, completely paralyzed in shock. Donnie scanned Mona over again then inspected the image on the screen. 

"By the looks of it, the baby's definitely gonna take after Mona. But, I can't tell what the gender is because of the tail in the way. However, they seem to be healthy." Donnie explained. "I'd say it'll probably be about three months before they are born."

"Donnie, this is the best gift ever! You and LH really out-did yourself!" Raph exclaimed. Donnie smiled sheepishly, rubbing his head. 

"It was nothing really. Just a few broken circuit boards and wires."

 The turtles and the four girls jump down in front of April's shop. They walked in as they entered.

"April?" Leo called out. "Anybody home?"

Suddenly, they hear a scream and the sounds of someone getting beaten up. "No!"

"April's in trouble!" Donnie exclaimed. He pulls out his staff and runs towards the back door. The others follow him with weapons drawn as they ran out into the alleyway. They see April holding a bat.

"I give, I give!" They hear someone shouted. Leo adjusted the light bulb and everyone was surprised to see that it was Casey. April panted as she looked down at him.

"Easy April, it's only me!" Casey protested. April gave him an angry look.

"Casey, what the heck are you doing?" She questioned. "That has to be the dumbest thing in the history of dumbest things anybody could do!" Raph and Donnie walked over and helped Casey up. "What were you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I'm glad that's just a whiffle bat," Casey commented, rubbing his head. "Sheesh!"

"No, I mean, why would you do such a thing?" said April as she threw the bat away and started walking towards the back door to her shop.

"You asked me to, remember?" Casey asked.

"I did not!" April protested.

"Sure you did!" Casey said as he steps to her. "You was bragging about your ninja fighting skills," He flaps his arms. "And I said I ought to sneak up on ya sometime and test out how good you was. And you said that sounded like an interesting idea."

April glared at him, placing her hands on her hips. Then she looked at the four brothers and girls. "So, how are you guys doing?" She asked. "I was about to make some hot chocolate. I can easily make enough for nine," She smiled. Everyone cheered as they followed April to her shop.

"Great, I love hot chocolate!" Casey exclaimed, happily.

April counted as the four brothers and girls walked into her shop. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," She smirked and pointed to herself. "And nine." Slamming the door on Casey's face.

"Come on April, you weren't that scared," Casey protested outside. "You beat the crud out of me!" He groaned. He hears no response. "April? Guys? Geez, everybody's so sensitive around here," said Casey, as he kicked a can and started walking away.

In the living room, Mikey and Leo were sitting on the couch, along with Yuuki and Alopex, Raph was sitting on the chair while Mona sat on the arm rest of the chair, Donnie was sitting on the table while Venus sat in a chair next to him.

"Think Casey's okay out there?" Mikey questioned. Suddenly, Donnie's shell cell began to ring.

"That's probably him now," said Leo.

"He's such a bonehead," Raph commented.

"Uh, hello?" Donnie asked as he answered his phone. But, he winched as he heard static. "Huh, it's not Casey. Sounds like somebody's trying to send me a fax."

April growled in frustration. "Oh that Casey gets me so mad!" She carried a tray with nine cups filled with hot chocolate as she walked over to the table. The three brothers and girls walked over to her at the table, taking a seat.

"What are you talking about, April?" Raph asked. "You totally clobbered him!"

"Well," April hesitated. "It's just that I really thought I was getting somewhere in my training with Master Splinter," The turtles, and girls take their hot chocolates, listening to her. "But Casey totally caught me by surprise. I should have heard him coming. You guys would have."

"Well, if it makes you fell any better, April. I'm still learning myself." said Yuuki.

"It takes a lot of practice," Donnie tells her.

"Master Splinter spent a lot of time training us to be aware of our surroundings at all times," Leo explained. "After a while though, if you studied hard enough, you got a sixth sense for it."

"Maybe you guys could help with my ninja training?" April suggested.

The four turtles give her surprised looks.

"Yeah, that's actually not a bad idea, April." Yuuki commented. The four brothers looked at each other, before shaking their heads.

"No way!" Raph said, waving his hands. The four girls looked at them surprised.

"Why not? I'm a quick learner!" April protested.

"It's not you, April," Donnie explained. "It's us."

"Last time we tried to play sensei...well, let's just say it didn't work out too well," Leo said, hesitantly.

"Yeah, we though we could teach this kid," Raph chuckled. "And we were just kids ourselves."

"Raph, that's no way to tell a story," Mikey argued. "Here, let me do it. It was a dark and stormy night, in a galaxy far far away-"

"Mikey," Raph warned.

"Uh, I mean, many moons ago, on a night much like this one,"

Four younger turtles with shorter masks that covered their heads were running in the sewers.

"We were four young turtle tots facing the most horrible of all dangerous dangers. Dun, dun, dun, the wrath of Master Splinter!"

Splinter smacked his staff against the map of the sewers that was hanging on the wall.

"We'd been warned. We knew what we were not supposed to be doing." Leo added.

Splinter smacks his staff, making the four turtle tots gasp. "Do not go to the surface!" He told them as they were walking across a balance beam. "Never go up to the streets! It is far too dangerous," He warned them as they were having dinner and slammed his teapot down, making them gasp. "Under no circumstances should you ever go above ground," Leo lost his balance, falling off from the beam. "If you ever think of going topside, just do not!" Splinter exclaimed. "You had better hope I never catch you going out of the sewers!"

The four turtle tots gulped and looked at each other.

"So, what did you guys do?" April asked.

Leo opened the manhole cover. "We went topside." The four brothers struggled to slide the manhole cover as they tried to move it. 

"When we finally go the lid off." Donnie said.

"Hey, no cutting in line!" Raph warned as they tried to crawl out.

"Then move your big fat shell!" Mikey exclaimed. They climbed out and looked around the alley in wonder and amazement.

"It's amazing!" Leo said. "All this open space!"

They walked further down the alley, exploring. "Man, Master Splinter's been holding out on us," Raph said. "Up here, it's...it's..."

"Beautiful," Donnie finished.

"What we didn't know was that just around the corner, was destiny. Or actually this kid that needed help," Mikey said. 

A tall black haired boy was wearing a red shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. With him was another boy who was wearing glasses. They watched as the older boys were playing hockey in the streets.

"It's Danny McDonough and his wolf pack," The boy wearing glasses said.

"Man, these guys think they own the street," The taller boy whined. "How come they gotta play in front of my steps, Stevie?"

"I'll help you," Stevie explained, clenching his fist. "We'll stand up to them." He glanced over at the older boys nervously, gulping.

"I'd like to, but they'd just beat the crud out of us. You just go on around and go home," The taller boy told Stevie. "I'll be okay."

Stevie placed a hand on the taller boy's shoulder. "Be careful. I'll see you tomorrow." The taller boy waved as his friend left. As the taller boy turned to walk to his house, the older boys blocked him.

"Hey guys, here comes Arnie dork. You forgot to pay your toll yesterday. This here's our street!" Danny said, jerking his thumb to his gang.

"I...I don't want no trouble," the boy replied, nervously.

"Well, you got trouble." Danny said as he and his gang advance closer. The boy pushed past Danny and his gang and took off running. They chased as they skated after him.

In the alley, Raphael was standing on top of a dumpster.

"I am Raphael, king of the trash!" He exclaimed. The other three turtles climbed onto the dumpster, but Raph threw them off.

"Sorry, Raph," Leo said as he picked Raph up by his leg and knocked him down. "You're the trash and I'm the king!"

"All hail Leo! King of the trash can!" Mikey cheered. Suddenly, Donnie heard voices that were coming closer towards them.

"Guy's, somebody's coming," He told them. The boy ran into the alley while the four turtle tots hid underneath the dumpster. The boy saw that he was trapped as he was at an dead end. He leaned against the wall panting, trying to catch his breath. As he stood up to run away, his eyes widen. 

"Oh crud," The boy muttered. He backed up as Danny and his gang skated towards him.

"Poor little fella," Danny said, smirking. "He ran into a dead end." 

The four brothers cringed as they heard the boy getting beat up.

"Somebody ought to help that kid," Leo whispered.

"Yeah, finally some real action," Raph murmured, getting up, ready for a fight. But, Donnie stopped him.

"Remember, we can't be seen," He told them.

As the gang was beating the boy, a trash can suddenly came flying at them and hit one of them. "Ow! Hey man, what's your deal?" He shouted as he pushed one of his friends. Mikey threw a trash bag at one of them.

"Ow! Hey, cut it out!"

Then a rope was thrown at one of their feet, being pulled. One of the boys lost their balance and fell on top of Danny, placing his hand on Danny's shoulder.

"Hey, quit it!" Danny said. He turned towards the boy at their feet getting ready to beat him up some more.

"Danny! Lunch time!" Danny's mother called out. He turned to the boy.

"Next time, pay your toll if you want to use our street. Come on, we're outta here," Danny said as he and his gang left.

"That's when young "Master Leo" convinced us to help the kid out," Mikey said.

"To train him so he wouldn't need little green guardian angels all the time," Donnie added.

"We thought we already knew everything there was about ninjitsu, so how hard could teaching be?" Leo said.

"And it had to be better than being stuck in the sewers doing nothin'." Raph said.

"Okay," Leo explained as he turned to the other three turtles. He was wearing a red hat that covered his face, blue jeans, a yellow shirt and brown jacket. "You guys know the plan. We'll each take turns teaching the kid what we know. Agreed?"

"Agreed." The other three turtle tots saluted.

"But remember, guys," Donnie warned. "No matter what happens, we can't let Master Splinter know what we're up to."

Leo nodded and walked over to the boy as he was getting up. The boy groaned as he rubbed his arm. "Hey kid," He turned to Leo. "I saw what happened earlier. You know, you really shouldn't let those bullies push you around like that."

"Oh, it's no biggie," The boy rubbed his arm. "I'll heal."

"It IS a big deal," Leo argued. "It's a matter of honor! You can't surrender your honor so easily. The street belongs to everybody."

"Not for kids like you and me," The boy looked away crossing his arms. "I'm too small."

"No! Those guys are small because they have no heart and no honor. My sensei, my teacher, always taught me that true strength comes from within," Leo explained.

"Maybe, but how do you get it?" The boy asked.

"You train. You train in the art of self-defense," Leo said as he did some moves. The boy watched in awe. "I can help you, teach you." The boy smiled at him.

"Okay, then let's meet back here tomorrow, the same time." Leo said. 

The next day, Leo and the boy were on the rooftop, sitting with their legs crossed. The boy was struggling. 

"First of all, you have to be serious about wanting to change things. You have to feel the power, connect with the power. Find your inner core, your honor, your true heart. Have you found it yet?" Leo explained as the boy continued to struggle more.

"Uh, I don't think so. Uh, little dude, I can't feel my legs," The boy said.

"That's a good thing, stay focused and breathe and you'll find your true strength," Leo told him. As Leo watched the boy as he tried to meditate, his mind began to wonder back to yesterday with his encounter with the girl with pig tails. 

"Uh, little dude, I don't think this is working." The boy said. Leo snapped out of his thoughts and looked at him. How long was he spaced out. His eyes widen. He needed to get back home, fast! Leo stood up. "Just keep practicing. You'll get it! I-uh, need to go to the bathroom. I'll be back!" He said, running.

At the turtle's old Lair, Mikey and Donnie were sparring. Splinter was watching them. Donnie jumped to kick but Mikey dodged it. "Excellent, Michelangelo. Donatello, lift your leg higher for the kick," Splinter instructed. Mikey knocked Donnie and he landed in front of Splinter. Donnie sat up, rubbing his head.

"Sorry, Master Splinter," He said. Splinter held his hand out and Donnie took it as Splinter helped him up.

"That is enough for now. You may rest, my son. It is Leonardo's turn to train," Splinter said as he turned to the couch. Raph was watching the TV with a stuffed bear, sitting next to him that was wearing Leo's mask and a T-shirt.

"Uh-oh, oh boy..." Raph muttered as he looked back as Splinter then back at the bear.

"Come Leonardo," Splinter called out.

"Master Splinter, we wanna keep practicing!" Mikey called out as he and Donnie tried to distract him.

"But it is Leonardo's turn," Splinter explained.

"Leo won't mind, will ya Leonardo?" Mikey called out. Raph lifted the stuffed bear's arm, waving at Splinter.

"Uh, wave if it's okay, Leonardo," Donnie said, nervously. Raph lifted the stuffed bear's arm, waving at Splinter. 

"See? Leo doesn't mind." Mikey answered. Splinter frowned in suspicion.

"Uh, is this right, Master Splinter?" Mikey called out as he and Donnie began to spar.

"What about this leaping over the leg sweep?" Donnie asked. "I think I'm getting better!"

Splinter turned to them."I said enough practice. Leonardo, Leonardo?" He called as he began to walk over to the couch. Mikey and Donnie cringed as he got closer.

"This is it, it's all over! We are so cooked!" Mikey panicked as Splinter reached a hand out. Donnie and Mikey screamed. Raph immediately shut his eyes.

"Leonardo!" Splinter shouted as he placed his hand on Leo's shoulder.

"Yes, Master Splinter?" Leo answered. Splinter blinked in confusion.

"It is time for your practice," He explained.

"Oh, okay, coming sensei," Leo said, giving Raph a wink and a thumbs up. Raph returned it. Leo jumped over the couch and flipped, landing next to Splinter.

"Sorry I didn't answer earlier," Leo said as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. "I kind of dozed of there for a moment." He started his katas. Donnie and Mikey were watching Leo and Splinter. Donnie nodded to Mikey and he quietly slipped away without Splinter noticing.

On the rooftops, Mikey finished dressing up, wearing the same outfit that Leo was wearing. "Now the student has become the master," He chuckled as he walked over to the boy. "Ready for more learning?"

"Well, I've been trying to be serious and breathing stuff to find my inner strength like you said,...but kinda makes my head hurt," The boy said as he scratched his head. "And I still can't feel my legs."

"What, are you kidding me?" Mikey questioned. "Get up, get up!" He helped the boy up. "Forget all that baloney, the first and most important lesson is this: you need the right attitude!" The boy blinked, confused, looking at Mikey. "And part of having a winning attitude is having a cool battle cry! A heroic superhero battle cry, like in the comic books!"

"I got it! Goru guru sama!" Mikey exclaimed. The boy scratched his head, completely confused.

"Go ro ro bo...wha?" He questioned.

"Goru guru sama! It means Mister Thunder! Goru guru sama! It's perfect for you!" Mikey exclaimed. "If you yell out Goru guru sama while charging into battle, your foes will flee like cowards before you! Ooo I really wanna see that! Come on, let's try it!" 

"Oh, they're just gonna cream us again," The boy complained as Mikey lead him into the alley until the two spotted Danny and his gang.

"Not with your cool battle cries!" Mikey told him as he pushed the boy towards the gang. "Remember, Goru guru sama. Now, go get 'em!"

The boy gulped then narrowed his eyes and walked over to Danny and his gang. He clenched his fists.

 "Goru go bolo ama!" He shouted. The gang smirked and skated over towards the boy and began beating him up. Mikey cringed.

"Maybe I didn't give him the right name..." He murmured as he watched.

Donnie and Mikey met on the rooftops. Mikey took off his clothes and tosses them to Donnie.

"How's it going?" Donnie asked.

"Um, great," Mikey answered, hesitantly.

"Good, because I got something really special planned for them. They're gonna love it!" Donnie said as he put on the hat.

The boy sat across from Donnie looking down at a chessboard that was sitting in front of them. "It's really important to really think your actions through. It's all like a game of chess," Donnie explained. "You have to be thinking three to four moves ahead of your adversary. Planning, knowing what's coming."

The boy looked at the chessboard unsure of what to do and scratched his head. "Uh,..." Donnie tapped his finger on the table. He looked up at the boy, who still hadn't made a move. Hours seemed to passed, as Donnie had his head laid on the table and a pigeon landed on him. He looked up again to see that the boy still hadn't made a move.

"Well, it might take a little more time...for some people, I guess," Donnie said as he stood up. "I'll be right back." He left as the boy stared at the chessboard, thinking.

Donnie ran to Raph, handing him the clothes and tossed the hat on Raph's head. "Good luck," He told him. Raph quickly got dressed and ran over to the boy, sitting down.

"I've been studying the board like you said and I still don't get it. Like the horsey, though," The boy said as he held up the knight piece. "I'm trying to think it through, but I don't know."

"Listen guys, the first and most important lesson is to never think. Never! Just act and react and always attack!" Raph said.

"I sure wish you'd make up your mind. Be serious, use your battle cry, think it through, never think! I don't get it!" The boy shouted, confused.

"What you need are weapons. It's all about the weapons," Raph said. "We gotta find you some kind of weapon."

Raph looked at the chessboard before getting an idea. Across from Raph and the boy were three cans that were sitting on the ledge. Raph held the chess pieces in his hand and threw them, knocking down all three cans. "Ha!" He turned to the boy. "You try!"

"Uh...kay." The boy answered nervously, holding the chess pieces in his hand. He threw it but the pieces hit the wall and rebounded back towards him and Raph. Raph cringed.

"Hmm, maybe you just need a better target. Let's see how you do in combat," He said. Raph lead the boy into the alley.

"Now remember, focus on your weapon. It's all about the weapons!" He explained.

The boy threw the pieces at the gang but missed as the pieces landed near their feet. Raph cringed as he watched the boy get beat up by the gang.

"Maybe we need to work on the kid's aim a little...or find him a different weapon." He murmured.

Back in the Lair, Mikey, Donnie and Leo stood across from Splinter as he stood in front of them. "Now, I wish for you to take what you have learned and use it in pairs. Michelangelo and Leonardo, Donatello, and Raphael," Splinter raised an eyebrow, seeing that Raph wasn't there. "Where is Raphael?"

"He's in the shower?" Donnie answered, nervously, jerking his thumb.

"Yeah, yeah, he's in the shower," All three turtle tots said together. Leo smiled sheepishly. Splinter gave them a suspicious look.

"You four have been acting very strangely of late," He pointed out.

"Uh, Raphael, it's time to get out of the shower!" Leo shouted, running off. Donnie and Mikey smiled sheepishly and followed after him. Splinter had a confused look on his face watching them leave. Raph walked in as the others ran over to him. "Raphael!"

"Raphie, hold still!" Mikey told him and Leo dumped a bucket of water on Raph.

"There."

"What was that for?!" Raph demanded.

"You just got out of the shower," Leo whispered. Raph turned to Leo and growled until he saw Splinter walking up to them with a stern look on his face.

"I just got out of the shower, sensei," Raph explained. All four smiled sheepishly as they looked up at Splinter.

"Hmm, I can see that," Splinter answered, hesitantly, crossing his arms."Do you always shower with your mask on?"

"Uhh, yeah, it's a great way to keep it clean!" Raph said. Splinter gives him a questionable look, shaking his head. 

"Come, let us resume your training,"

In the alley, Leo, who was wearing clothes again, stood with the boy. "Okay, now it's time to try out what you've learned, to face your enemies."

"But you already made us face 'em, twice!" The boy pointed out. "And they creamed me both times!"

"Em, I did?" Leo asked, confused. "Well, let's try it again, using everything you've learned." He pushes the boy towards the gang. Standing back, watching, Leo saw his brothers walking over towards him.

"So, you think he learned anything?" Mikey questioned.

"I hope so. I mean, you taught him self-defense, right, Mikey?" Leo asked in response. "How to punch and kick? And I covered inner strength."

"I didn't teach him any fighting skills," Mikey answered, confused. "I thought Raph was gonna."

"I didn't," Raph shook his head. "Donnie, did you?"

"Oh shell," Donnie muttered in realization.

"Go so bo gara!" The boy shouted. The four turtle tots cringed as they saw the gang beat the boy up again.

"Okay, we're gonna start over," Leo said. "But this time with the real basics."

"Right!' Mikey commented. "Or as Master Splinter would say, "the foundation of any house must start strong and-" A shadow towered over them and Mikey made a girlish scream as Splinter stood over them.

"Master Splinter!" The four turtles exclaimed.

They gasped, seeing Splinter was not happy. He was furious.

"Um, Master Splinter, we can explain," Donnie explained. "We've been teaching."

"Like you!" Mikey exclaimed. "But not as good as you."

"You know, trying to follow in your footsteps?" Leo asked, sheepishly.

"There's this kid and-" Raph started to add but Splinter hold his hand up.

"Enough! Home, now!" He snapped, angrily, crossing his arms.

"But...the kid," Raph protested.

"We can't just abandon him," Mikey defended.

"You are not ready to teach! You could do more damage than good. The child must find his own path, as you must find yours. Now come, we are going home," Splinter told them. All four turtle tots whined as the hang their heads down.

Everyone busted out laughing out loud. "Oh man, was Splinter angry!" Mikey exclaimed.

"He must have made us practice for 78 hours straight," Leo recalled.

"I think he wanted to make sure we were so tired, we wouldn't be able to go topside," Donnie said.

"So whatever happened to this kid, anyway?" April wondered, raising an eyebrow. The four turtles looked at each other.

"You know, I don't know," Leo answered, shaking his head.

The boy was walking down the street with a solemn look on his face. "I'll just have to tell that kid in the red hat the training isn't working. Guess I don't have what it takes."

"Hey geek boy, doing a little reading?" He heard and looked up to see Stevie being picked on by Danny and his gang. "Oh, you're gonna cry? Oh look, he's gonna cry!"

"Give it back!" Stevie shouted as he tried to grab for his book.

"Stevie?" The boy asked, before narrowing his eyes, growling. 

"What are you gonna do about it?" The gang asked before hearing a loud scream until Danny was punched to the ground. The others skated towards the boy. The boy ducked, causing one to wack the other with his hockey stick. He grabbed the stick and punched the older boy in the stomach and the face. Danny got up with a stick in hand seeing the boy knocking his gang down like they were nothing. He growled and skated over to him striking with his stick. The boy blocked it, striking back until he knocked Danny off of his feet making him fall to the ground. 

He looked up at the boy in fear before he and his gang skated away, leaving him and Stevie alone.

"That's right, you better run!" The boy exclaimed. "You bullies better watch it, because Arnold Casey Jones aren't letting you push nobody around anymore!"

"Gora...gora...Goongala! Goongala! Goongala!" He roared out loud as his voice echoed throughout the streets.

"Wow," Stevie said in awe with his mouth slightly dropped. Casey walked over to him and handed Stevie his book.

"Come on, Stevie, I'll walk you home."

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Upcoming Byeler Fic Sneak Peek: Roll for Strength - Emmett Snippet

So, you may or may not remember the fic I’ve been slowly developing in which Will is shocked to discover that Mike is secretly dating a guy. (This is to explore the idea of, what if Mike was the “first to the queer scene,” instead of Will as we usually see in fanon? I’ve made a post about that here.)

I posted a sneak peek from Will’s POV a while ago, but now that I’m nearing the end of The Unmarked Mixtape, I’m starting to get going on this new project. And for anyone interested, I have another little tidbit - this time from someone else’s POV (you’ll never guess who lol). Enjoy.

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Emmett misses Seattle.

He misses the city, he misses the inlets, he misses the streets - the hills so steep that the houses seemed to sit at a forty five degree angle to the sidewalk. He misses the rain. He misses sitting in the bus and watching the misty horizon roll by. He misses his room in his old apartment - the one on the 3rd floor that looked out on one of those steep streets, where, in-between the buildings, he could see the tiniest sliver of ocean if he craned his neck right. He misses the bookshops, and his old school, and the cherry trees, and most of all he misses his band. His friends. Hell, he even misses his ex. He misses catching the bus home with the gang after school. Hoofing it the five blocks from the bus stop to the Brady’s expensive house in the suburbs at the edge of the city. Setting up in the garage. He misses C.J. scribbling lyrics in red pen and messing around on the synthesizer, driving everyone nuts. He misses Warren tapping compulsively away on drums, Tom on the keyboard, Manda at the mic. Manda Panda. Manda at the Mic. And Danny, always showing him up on lead guitar, the obnoxious bastard. Yeah. He misses Danny.

He’s not super jazzed about Hawkins, to be perfectly honest. It’s so flat, and hot, and so brown. There’s so little green. So little rain. The trees are sharp and scraggly, and the dirt is coarse. Everything feels so bare, so suffocating with empty space. Back home there was always the city all around - glass spires reaching up into the clouds, people on every side, the constant hum and glow of city life. You could always find someplace open, at any hour, if you needed caffeine or food or even just the next book in a series. Here it’s like... there’s nothing. Everything closes at 9 or 10pm. The houses feel about a mile apart. In the city there’s always somebody nearby. In Hawkins, Emmett feels like he’s living in a ghost town. You might go out and not see a single other soul in a mile of walking - or two miles. And the house doesn’t help. It’s his aunt’s house, really. It’s on the scraggly edge of the suburbs, a couple streets from Hawkins’ pitiful shopping district. It’s small. Two stories, but narrow, and worn-down. And it was cramped before he and his mom moved in. And the new school... well. Hawkins is... not progressive, let’s put it that way. Back home Emmett was fairly comfortable about being gay. He didn’t usually go around shouting about it, but he didn’t feel like he was gonna get beat up if he said something with the wrong inflection or wore something too brightly pink. Here it’s another story.

No, Emmett isn’t super jazzed about Hawkins. But there are a few bright spots. O’Reilly’s New and Used Books, that cozy little bookstore he discovered a week after moving in. His dad is thousands of miles away. That’s a huge plus.

And then there’s Mike.

Emmett misses the ocean, but Mike makes him a little more fond of these sharp, sparse woods that at first seemed so unfriendly. Mike’s eyes are like deep, rich soil, or damp bark, or - when the light is dim and Mike’s eyes are wide and hungry - like the night sky, dark and bottomless. (Nothing like Danny’s piercing silver eyes, which were like rain clouds.) Emmett misses the ocean, but Mike is all forest - and he thinks that maybe he could acquire a taste for it. Mike smells the way that Emmett thinks a log cabin should smell - not like pine, but like resin and clove and spice, and something lighter, something more sunny. Cherry chapstick, as he discovers, and the fresh-linen scent that comes from Karen Wheeler’s way of doing the laundry.

Yeah, he could definitely acquire a taste for Mike. For the way that Mike is enthusiastic and maybe a tad obnoxious (like Danny), and how he has dark, wavy-curly hair (darker and curlier than Danny’s) and how he had never done so much as kiss a boy, before Emmett (nothing like Danny). He’s a quick and enthusiastic learner. Always eager to please. Always a little afraid he’s not doing it right. Ever keen to prove that he can be good - that he can be worthy.

Mike seemed like such a godsend, really, when Emmett arrived in this little town and faced all the hostile expressions in the school hallways. The whispers. Look at his hair. Look at his nails. Is that nail polish? Look at his piercings. What a homo. And then there was this Mike Wheeler guy. Open, and instantly caring, and spilling emotions out all over his face. Giddy and grumpy to an artless degree. Sweet and curious and loud and a little abrasive sometimes. Mike never shot Emmett a dirty look in the hallway, never muttered something about him to a group of sniggering friends. And when they ended up as lab partners in Biology, well, that was the nail in the coffin. Emmett liked him.

Mike had fantasy paperbacks in his backpack, instead of science fiction, and he was in drama and AV club instead of a band, and his eyes were dark brown instead of bright silver, and he didn’t smoke. He never had scabs healing on his knuckles or a ripening bruise on his cheekbone from throwing himself into fights. He wasn’t arrogant like Danny. He didn’t chew cinnamon gum like Danny. But certain parts of Mike - just little edges and corners of him - reminded Emmett of the ex he left behind in the evergreen state. And when Mike started mirroring Emmett’s subtle flirtations back at him - when he started leaning closer instead of away, and glancing every so often down at the piercing at the left corner of Emmett’s mouth - well, Emmett thought, maybe he could pretend.

And the thing was, he could. If he really wanted to, he could have sealed his mouth against those shy lips and buried his hands in that dark hair and he could have pictured Danny. But - and this is the funny thing - he didn’t want to. Because once he had Mike cornered in the lab storage room, while they were supposed to be working on a lab, Emmett took the dive with his heart in his throat. He pressed one hand to Mike’s hip and leaned in. And Mike - well, Mike froze up for a moment, and Emmett thought, uh-oh. But then he pressed back. Slowly. Cautiously. Like he was afraid the whole thing would shatter like glass if he moved too suddenly. Like he was testing it out.

The door handle scraped, starting to turn, and Mike shot out of his reach so fast that Emmett almost fell over. They went about their business with faces burning, silent and awkward as a blonde girl in heels entered and began gathering lab supplies. But later, after school, Mike appeared at Emmett’s locker. They walked home side-by-side. Emmett kissed him again, after that, and realized that - no. He didn’t want to imagine Danny in Mike’s place. Because Mike was observant, and he cared about things - so much, and wore it on his sleeve - and he was actually pretty adorable, and attractive in that awkward, dorky way, and interesting, and kind, and... and, well, Emmett needed somebody. He knew no one here. He had no one. And it was about time he moved on from his ex, anyway. So he chased it. One thing led to another. They exchanged numbers. They went out to the movies. Mike was a nervous wreck the whole time, which Emmett found a little endearing. They talked. About movies and music and anime (Emmett) and D&D (Mike), and favorite foods and school and Hawkins and Seattle. They talked for hours - never about the deep stuff. Neither of them really wanted to veer into that territory. Emmett never brought up the grittier details of his dad, his old home, his past heartbreaks and miseries. Mike clearly had a few secrets of his own that he kept to himself, and Emmett didn’t pry. But they talked late into the night, and it was around 2am that Emmett finally ventured the question.

And that’s how, about a month into the semester, they became boyfriends.

(It’s about three weeks after this that Will starts noticing the hickeys.)

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Scott Mccall Imagine

Overview: Scott has dreams every night, Y/N has dreams very night, but they don't know that they have the exact same dreams. Could these dreams be part of something big or just a coincidence?

It was the night when Scott was bitten by Peter that they started. At first the dreams were just small glimpses of faces and snippets of conversations, none of it made sense to him but he just assumed it was the bite giving him some strange dreams. Yet when it carried on for weeks on end he knew something wasn't right. However he just grew to ignore them and went on with his normal life, well semi-normal life.

For Y/N it all started at the start of sophomore year. She was going to get an early nights sleep when she had a dream of a boy being bitten by a wolf of sorts. Then every night after that it was just faces and muffled conversations. She ignored every dream and just passed it on as her imagination being over active or something like that.

This carried on until they finally met each other properly. When Y/N walked straight into Jackson by accident and he smacked all of her books on the floor, then yelled at her “WATCH OUT YOU LOSER!” And then left her pick up the books and papers that were now scattered all over the hallway. Scott saw this and rushed over to help her. When Scott looked up at her he realised that this was the girl he kept seeing in his dreams and the same for Y/N. She gave him a small smile and introduced herself by quietly saying “Thanks, I’m Y/N.” He chuckled and replied with “No problem Y/N, I'm Scott.”

The night after they met, their dreams started to become clearer. The faces would become more recognisable and the conversations started to make more sense. It was as if they were seeing the future because what they saw soon happened. Like a dream where Scott went on a date with Allison, that happened. It hurt her to dream about Scott dating Allison because she had small feelings deep down for him but never wanted to admit it.

From this point forward they became quite close friends. Stiles was happy that his best friend had found them a new friend, until he realised that they had to keep Scott’s secret away from Y/N. Although that didn't last long because she walked in on Stiles trying to calm Scott down. At first she was extremely confused and a little bit scared, but soon learnt that he wouldn't hurt her because there was something about him that lead her to believe that.

It came to the night before prom when the shared a dream where Lydia got bitten by Peter. The morning of prom around and Y/N ran to Scott to tell him to warn Lydia of her impending doom. Scott turned to her saying that he had a dream that Lydia was bitten by Peter and she said that she had also had the dream. At first they were confused that they had shared the dream but passed it on as a coincidence. When the time prom was going on the didn't know what to do because Lydia had refused to not go, so they were on high alert so they could try to save her. As they were waiting around Y/N noticed Scott sneaking in and passed coach, he was almost caught but started to dance with Danny so coach wouldn't yell at them. This made Y/N laugh but she then saw Scott swiftly moving over towards Allison. She saw them dance and felt her heart break a bit, so she left to wander around the school. She couldn't find Lydia before she left the hall so she wandered the halls looking for her, when Lydia wasn't found Y/N rushed out onto the field and saw Peter and Lydia. She was too late and Lydia was bitten. However Peter noticed Y/N and chased after her. He caught her and also bit her, she screamed out in pain and dropped to the floor. She attempted to reach Lydia but didn't make it as she had passed out.

When she woke up she was in the hospital with Scott, Stiles, Allison and her parents waiting for her on the chairs beside her bed. Y/N tried to sit up and the noises woke Scott up, he moved over to her and repeatedly apologised for not being there to save her but she passed it on as if it didn't matter. Y/N’s mother and father woke up to see her and Scott talking, they left them be for a moment to finish their conversation. Y/N’s mother leaned over to give her a hug and asked her what had happened, Y/N didn't know how to reply at first so she said she didn't remember. Her mother kissed her forehead and said that it was okay and to get some rest and that’s exactly what she did. As she slept she had dreams of her and Scott training in the woods as if she had actually turned.

For the next week or two Scott was constantly over at Y/N’s house with Stiles. They sat on her bed and caught up on what had been happening. All she knew was that Derek had killed Peter to become the new alpha and that Derek was turning outcast kids into his beta’s. When she was back to a good health status, Scott took her out into the woods to teach her how to use her new founded skills. She was a quick learner and together they formed their own small alpha-less pack.

Y/N started a conversation one day with Scott about dreams. He told her about some dreams he had had and she noticed that they were al eerily the exact same as hers. They decided to go and speak to Deaton about it. When they arrived there Deaton was sat at the front desk typing on the computer and only looked up when Scott cleared his throat to gain his attention. Deaton asked what the pair wanted and Y/N replied with “We wanted to speak to you about something that’s happening to both of us.” Deaton happily invited them both into the back and asked them what was wrong. Scott spoke up and told him about the dreams that they had shared and how they seemed to tell the future. Deaton had a look of confusion until it seemed to click in his mind what it was. He excused himself for a minute and returned with an old book. He flicked through some pages looking for what he desired and when he finally found it, he turned the book around and pushed it towards the pair. It read ‘This only occurs between a true alpha and their beta, it is an unbreakable link. It connects their dreams, thought and feelings. It will start with the dreams and then follow on with thoughts and feelings. This can eventually turn into a mate bond if it is completed. Mates are rare for werewolves but they can help alphas and other wolves through their moons and heats.’

Scott turned to Deaton and told him that Y/N wasn't his beta and that he wasn't a true alpha. Deaton turned to him and said that he may not be an alpha now but will soon become one and that Y/N was his beta now.

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Hey, hope you liked this Scott imagine. I know this is really bad but here you go. let me know if you have any requests or questions :)

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What Arsenal Exactly Need To Do To Balance Attack and Defense Even After 3-1 Win Over West Ham

Arsenal under Unai Emery secured the first win of the season while beating West Ham United 3-1 at the Emirates stadium. Both the teams came into the game with back to back defeats and desperately wanted to put first points on the board and looked weak in defense however  Arsenal and Emery had picked up a lot of positives from the previous losses to champions City and away to Chelsea owing mainly to the problems in the Arsenal defense. Emery had made only one change from the line-up starting against Chelsea, Ramsey was in place of Mesut Ozil who didn’t even make the bench due to illness. The primary weakness about the team once again was the Arsenal defense for which they were punished for when Arnautovic scored a goal just after Iwobi had lost the ball high up the pitch. West Ham had plenty of chances which could have been turned into the net had they been more clinical. Growing into the match Arsenal scored goals via Nacho Monreal and Lacazete’s good work which led to an own goal and a sucker punch by Danny Welbeck in the added time of second half which secured a 3-1 comeback which was far from convincing specially in regards to the Arsenal defense. DEFENSIVE TROUBLES  Arsenal head coach must have assessed the trouble in Arsenal defense in all the three PL matches which he diligently mentioned in his post-match conference, “It’s clear that we need to improve (defensively) and we need to improve on working to not concede many chances.” Arsenal have been playing a very high line while attacking which leaves the Arsenal defense back line very vulnerable to long and through balls. Mustafi and Sokratis have been solid while defending set pieces but since it is very early days of this partnership it quite often leads to an array of chances for the opposition to exploit when Arsenal are trying to play the high defense line. Emery really needs to work out the positioning for both the centre backs in the training ground as their lack of pace usually hinders the tracking back and makes that maintaining of the back line really troublesome for the Arsenal defense https://twitter.com/ArsenalVids1/status/1034412634349731840?s=19 Nacho Monreal who scored also spoke about the unsatisfactory defensive performance at the post match interview, “Obviously it has not been our best performance and we have to improve. In the first half we concede but we have conceded few more so we need to learn about that.” The right-hand side of the Arsenal defense has really led to a number of openings in all the three games. Arsenal have already conceded total 44 attempts on goal in just three matches, out of which 13 were in the game against the Hammers. This is where Hector Bellerin has to step up and be a much improved version just like he’s looking right now in the attacking third. CONSISTENT MIDFIELD PARTNERSHIPS Guendouzi has come to rise under Emery who agreed that the young French is a quick learner. But judging by the three games, Guendouzi should really be eased into the games and the league gradually. Emery’s style of play demands full backs to push forward while attacking leaving them out of position with a need of a midfield cover which has till now fallen to Guendouzi who seems better suited playing centrally rather than as the defensive cover that the Arsenal defense needs him to be quite too often. Aaron Ramsey adapting to the new style of play spoke to the press at the end of the match and explained saying :, “He wants us to press and press really high up the pitch, so that’s the biggest thing really and then obviously we’re trying to figure it outgoing forward as well, so hopefully we can combine the two next week and get another win under our belt.” Arsenal needs a stronger and experienced partnership in the middle of the park where Lucas Torreira would be a mainstay in front of the defense and Xhaka can play higher up the pitch like he does for his national team. https://twitter.com/GoonerViews/status/1033780360935555072?s=19 Torreira gave the required balance that the team really lacked when he was subbed on for Matteo Geundouzi. Playing the two defensive minded central mid-fielders would actually bring the required balance in attack and defense for Arsenal. The Uruguay International made  efficient ball recoveries and timely interceptions whereas Xhaka also kept and used the ball well with his precise long passes with Torreira’s defensive security behind him and giving him the stability that he needs to impose himself into the game. Now Emery needs to find a way to play his main game changers Mesut Ozil, Aaron Ramsey and Henrikh Mkhitaryan together. Emery with his style of play likes to play a defensive shape with three in midfield so with Ramsey trying to play from a little deeper position when the fullbacks barge ahead will actually provide the structure to the team all around and get the team properly and fluently function right from the middle. Ozil and Mkhitaryan can play further ahead with the striker but lack of a true winger troubles Arsenal going ahead. This is where either Ozil or Mkhitaryan (or both) has to adapt into the role from wider positions. GOAL-LESS STRIKERS Keeping the Arsenal defense issues aside, Emery has already spoken out in his press conference about how Arsenal striker Aubameyang is low on confidence and a goal would do a world of good to his form. After 10 goals in 13 matches last season he is expected to deliver whenever on the pitch with the kind of scoring appetite he has. But this season second half substitute Lacazette has always looked influential when brought on. https://twitter.com/tomgunner14/status/1034010163143954432?s=19 Unai needs to reconsider who he likes and chooses to play up top and maybe for a few games atleast be ruthless enough to replace the striker in the team with the one that seems more likely to score and looks to be in better form as of now.  The boss has also spoken about Aubameyang and Lacazette might be playing together but for that to happen he has to sacrifice either Ozil or Ramsey in his place and this is something which is potentially a huge decision to make but one that nevertheless needs to be implemented. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || ).push({}); Emery has already show how he is absolutely unafraid of dropping his star names from the match day squad by keeping Ramsey out of the starting XI against Chelsea and reportedly telling Ozil to pick up the slack else face the axe, so this is exactly something that he needs to do here by dropping either of them when they aren't upto their best and instead trying out Lacazette and Aubameyang up top and check which works better. Emery’s philosophy of tactical high press and playing out from the back can work only if the individual personnel adapt into their roles as quickly as possible, especially in the Arsenal defense. With the run of games Arsenal have in coming game weeks they have really a good chance to establish their best combinations and Unai Emery really needs to address these key issues and effectively decide on his starting line up as early as possible ahead of the peak season kicking in. Read the full article

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