#dash point state park

[onehikeaweek]

#hiking #dash point state park #dash point #state park #puget sound #maury island #federal way

[smilingpepperonisgirl]

I grew up in Dash Point. It was a quiet neighborhood where everyone knew everyone else. But we moved away because the world was finding out that it existed.

#dash point #washington state #dash point state park

[r3ynah]

Extended Family

DCxDP

An Au where, Maddie is Damian and Danyal, Biological mother besides Talia, Basically Talia and Maddie(+Jack) both grew up in LOA and were very best friends(lovers?? at some point including Jack). Talia wanted a natural birth for her son, as she was not really fond of the idea of a test tube baby. so she asked Maddie a favour to become a surrogate. which Maddie happily accepted. because of her experience with Jazz and Danyal's birth, Talia was sure Maddie can give birth to her son safely.

This was approved by Ra's Because he deemed Maddie as someone that could be trusted due to her becoming one of the most strongest and smart assassins in the LOA(He was fond of her, like really really fond.) So he accepted his daughter proposal for Maddie to become the surrogate.

And then Damian was born, Jazz and Danny basically loved Damian and would not go anywhere but the baby's side. Jack loved taking care of Damian due to Maddie and Talia not knowing how to take care of a baby with physical affection.(basically house husband behavior,).

As the kids grew they become closer through the years until you know, it wasn't safe for them in the LOA anymore so they helped Damian escape first to his Bio dad's place(They did let him pick though, if he wanted to stay with the fenton-nightangles or go to Bruce, he chose the latter because if something happened to them he'll have connections.) and then Maddie and Jack escaped with their children in a random town named Amity park. which turns out was a hotspot for Lazarus pits or Ectoplasm. (They decided to change the name cause everytime Jack hears the word pits he started laughing).

The children of course never severed their communication throughout the years. And Bruce never asked about his life at the LOA so he never introduced his half siblings.

Damian hated his older brother, Danyal with all his might. if you asked him to choose between his Half-sister Jazz or Danyal. He'll choose Jazz in a heartbeat.

He hated him, because of his foolishness and absolute neglect of his surroundings, making him a easy prey amongst people who wants to take advantage of him. He disliked Danyal's poor choices in life especially now.

The youngest wayne stood in the middle of one of the many hallways of his highschool as he stared at a certain, black haired and blue eyed girl, who was waving at him ecstatically, he contemplated if he should fight the girl head on or just run and escape.

Obviously in this situation he would pick the most desirable option to make sure his day wasn't ruined by his older brother, so he picked the latter. Damian dashed through the hallways, making sure to lose the girl before the third period started. He slowed down as he looked warily at his surroundings his back against the storage room incase he needed a hiding place from that test tube spawn.

When suddenly a pair of arms phased through the door embracing Damian as he tried to escape.

The girl giggled as she kept her hold on the older boy who tried to get her off him. "Hi uncle Damian!"

she greeted as she finally let go making space for the boy to take a step back.

"Danielle. Why are you here, Did Danyal send you to pester me?" He glared at his niece, as he kept his guard up.

"Kind of, mama sent me here to check up on you." She explained "You kinda went MIA when you stopped answering his texts and calls."

"This is absurd, I can take care of myself. him thinking something happened to me for not answering his calls is offending, I am not like him." Damian stated as he finally lowered his guard. And started to walk away expecting for Elle to follow to which she did.

"Eh.. You know him, His just paranoid he always is" Elle exclaimed as she looked at her schedule. "What's your next class Uncle?"

"Math."

"Ooh Yey! We're classmates, let's sit together!"

A groan left Damian as Elle chuckled and continued to look at her class schedule beside him, Peaceful quietness welcomed the two as they walked to their shared class.

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"Do you have a apartment nearby?" Damian asked as he stood up from his table waiting for Elle as she packed her notebooks, only filled with doodles from both party.

"Nope, Mama requested that we move here for easier transport but i didn't wanna bother with all the moving stuff." Elle explained as she finished tidying up. "Beside I can just fly back and forth, what's the use of my powers if I can't abuse em."

"Your logic is as worse as Danyal." Damian exclaimed as they both headed out the door. "Follow along. you'll be staying at my manor this week."

"Why?" Elle asked suspiciously

"Because, It is a tiring job to use your flight ability for something so stupid." The boy explained.

"Is that really all?"

"Ofcourse not, As your uncle it's my job to keep you energized and unbothered, But as your mother's brother its my duty to annoy him for thinking i was in danger. so I'm basically taking you hostage at the manor." Damian grinned, as he took his niece's hand to make sure she doesn't get lost through the maze of hallways

"So basically kidnapping? I'm in."

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"Master Damian, welcome home." Alfred greeted as he opened the front door. "And who might you be?"

"Hello Alfred, This is Danielle your Great-granddaughter." Damian said, making Alfred raise his eyebrows slightly before returning to his relaxed state.

"Well, nice to meet you Lady Danielle" Alfred greeted with a smile, as he shook her hand.

"Please call me Elle, Alfred" Elle brightly smiled

"Very well then Lady Elle." Alfred chuckled.

"Is father home yet?" Damian asked

"No not yet master Damian, you two may go to the living room as I prepare the guest room for Lady Elle." Alfred exclaimed as he headed to the kitchen to finish what he was doing.

Elle looked at Damian, Damian looked at Elle.

"I can feel my phone vibrating from my bag." She laughed. Her mother Danny was certainly going to be sad that his little brother kidnapped his daughter for a Uncle and niece Hangout.

#dpdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc fanfic #dc x dp crossover #dpxdc fanart #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny phantom crossover #dcdp #Danny is nonbinary

[cherrycola27]

Burnin' Up

Pairing: Jake x Fiancée!Reader

Warnings: Some Language, mostly fluff!

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You tapped your fingers to the beats of your 2000s Pop playlist. It was finally Friday, and you were itching to get home and get ready for your anniversary date with Jake.

Your engagement ring gleamed in the late afternoon sun as you tapped along to the Jonas Brothers. You hoped Jake would appreciate the high heels and red dress you had picked out for tonight as much as Nick, Joe, or Kevin would've. Though you hoped he'd appreciate the matching red lace set you'd planned to wear under it even more.

You glanced at the clock on your dash. It was 3:45. You'd left school the moment all of your students had gone, knowing you would need every available minute between dismissal and the time he arrived home from base to get ready. Jake had told you that your reservation was at 6 pm sharp and that he had planes to get ready on base right after training.

You were thankful that he had decided to do that because that meant you had full reign over the bathroom for at least an hour and a half.

You turned onto your street just as the song was finishing. You made a mental list in your head of what you needed to do when you got home.

However, all of those plans went out the window when you rolled into the driveway, and Jake's Silverado was parked in his spot.

Worry set it. Being a teacher meant that on most days, you left before Jake. However, he almost never made it home before you did. You checked your phone to make sure that you hadn't missed a text from him saying training ended early. Nothing. Now you really were getting worried. If Jake was home, that meant something was wrong.

You quickly gathered your things and made your way into the house.

"Jake?" You called out. You slipped your shoes off next to his boots. You hung up your keys and set your bag down next to the bench in the mudroom.

"Jake, honey, I'm home!" You called out again, waiting for him to answer.

You padded your way through the kitchen and into the living room. You were just about to head upstairs to see if he was in the shower when you heard a faint groan come from the couch.

You tiptoed over to the sofa and peaked over the edge. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw Jake asleep, one arm thrown over his head, the other dangling off the edge. You were half tempted to take a photo, but then he let out another groan in his sleep.

Your brows crinkled when you noticed that his body was flush, and he was paler than usual.

You gently shook his shoulder trying to wake him, without startling him.

"Jake," you cooed to him before stroking his face.

You quickly pulled your hand back because his forehead was searing hot to the touch.

"Jake, baby, wake up." You said, jostling him.

His eyes flew open, and he quickly sat up. "What time is it?" He asked in a haze. "It's a little after four. Honey, are you feeling okay?" You respond to him.

"What—yes I'm fine. I had a headache, and Maverick let me come home a little early. I just dozed off when I got home. I was hoping a nap would make me feel better before tonight," Jake told you.

"Sweetheart, if you aren't feeling well, we can celebrate our anniversary another night. Why don't I call the restaurant and cancel our table, and we can stay in and relax?" You say stroking his head. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, he definitely had a fever.

"Absolutely not! I've had this planned for over a month. This is our last first date anniversary before we get married, and I wanted to make it special for you!" He proclaims.

"Jakey, I understand that, but if you're sick, I don't want you pushing through it and being miserable all night." You tell him, trying to reason with him.

"Listen here, woman, I do not get sick!" He states matter of factly. To further try and prove his point, Jake quickly stands up, ready to change for the evening. But when he rises to his feet, the room starts to spin.

"Easy there, cowboy." You say, jumping up to steady him.

You press the back of your hand to his forehead and sigh.

"Jake, you're burning up." You tell him

"Yeah, for you, baby." He quips back.

"Jacob Thomas Seresin Jr., would you just admit that you don't feel well so I can take care of you?" You huff out, placing your hands on your hips.

"You used my full name. Does that mean I'm in trouble?" He chuckles.

"You will be if you don't get your ass upstairs and let me take care of you." You threaten him.

"But honey, I don't want you to have to do that. I'll be fine." He tries to convince you, but it's too late. You're already dragging him by the arm towards the stairs.

"In sickness and in health, Jacob. In sickness and in health." You call over your shoulder.

"We aren't even married yet!" He half argues back.

"And if you don't get changed into some comfy clothes and get your ass in that bed, we won't be." You tell him sternly.

"I don't know why you're worrying about me. I'm telling you, I don't get sick!" Jake huffs, tossing his clothes into the hamper and grabbing a pair of sweatpants.

His back is turned to you, but he can feel the daggers you are staring. He decides it's best not to argue with you. He would also never admit it, but he is feeling kind of crummy. His head hurts, he feels exhausted, and his skin was kind of clammy.

He trudges over to his side of the bed and climbs in. You come over and make sure he is comfortable, tucking the covers around him and kissing his forehead.

"Here." You say holding out a glass of water and a bottle of cold medicine. He accepts them without a fight, downing the medicine taking a sip of the water.

"Thank you, honey," He says before setting the glass on the night stand.

"You're welcome. Now, I'm going to call the restaurant and let them know we can't make it, and then I'm going to make you some soup. Get some rest baby." You say before heading back downstairs.

By the time you return upstairs with some soup and a Gatorade, Jake is fast asleep.

You smile softly at him. Jake always tried to put up a macho man front. It warmed your heart for him to let his guard down around you.

It hadn't always been this way. When you had first met Jake, you thought he was a certified asshat. He had strolled up to you at the Hard Deck, toothpick in his mouth and beer in his hand.

He tried everything to win you over, but you wouldn't budge. It continued like that for weeks. The truth is Jake was dying to get to know you. He couldn't figure you out, but he desperately wanted to.

One night, you finally snapped at him. "Bagman, you are such an annoying human being. You go around like you know who I am, but you don't!" You had yelled at him, pushing his chest.

"Sweets, I don't have you figured out at all. You've got me on my toes. Every time I come in here, all I want to do is get to know you. Why won't you let me?" Jake said back smoothly.

His honesty had sealed the deal for you. After that, you were his girl. Soon, you would be his wife.

Jake shifted in his sleep, arms reaching out for you. He let out a groan, and his brows furrowed together.

You quickly set the soup to the side and changed into some sleep shorts, and one of his old Navy shirts. You slipped under the covers and snuggled up next to you.

He sighed contently, tucking you under his chin.

You sank back again him, enjoying this tender moment.

You don't remember falling asleep, but the next morning, you wake up, and your body is cold and achy. The sheets that are supposed to be occupied by Jake are empty.

You sit up and see that the soup from last night has been taken from the room, and his sleep clothes are neatly folded on his side of the bed.

"Jake?" You call for him as you walk downstairs.

"Baby! What are you doing up?" He asks, turning the stove off.

"I could ask you the same thing." You say putting your hands on your hips.

"I feel so much better this morning, so I wanted to surprise my best girl with breakfast in bed." He tells you.

"Aw, Jakey, you're too good to me." You smile, coming into the kitchen to hug him.

"Just trying to be half as good to you are you are to me." He says, embracing you back.

You pull back as he leans down to kiss you, but just has he does, you start to cough.

"Uh oh." He says. Looking down at you.

"Don't give me that look, Jake." You tell him.

"What look?" He feigns innocence.

Suddenly, everything hurts, and you're freezing cold. Jake gives you a knowing smile.

He opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, you cut him off.

"Don't say it, I know, I know. And I'm going back upstairs to bed. I'll take some medicine and hopefully feel better in the morning." You half laugh turning away from him.

"It's my turn to nurse you back to health now, baby!" He yells up the stairs.

"Don't you dare, you're the reason I'm sick, Jake!" You yell back from the top.

You can hear him laughing through the house.

This may not have been the anniversary weekend the two of you had originally planned, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

And that's it, folks! My final entry for @roosterforme 's love is in the challenge! I hope you enjoyed it. This fic was inspired by "Burnin' Up" by the Jonas Brothers. My teenage self is screaming!

Tag List: @dreamingathighaltitude @shanimallina87 @luckyladycreator2 @mak-32 @katieshook02 @samhapner6 @rosiahills22 @thedroneranger @roosterforme @youlightmeupfinn @withahappyrefrain @arson-tm @sebsxphia

#top gun maverick #top gun #lt. jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman seresin #hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin #love is in the air tgm #roosterforme #cherrycola27

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“Okay,” Will says, when they’re comfortably on the road. This early in the morning, Highway 17 is practically empty; nothing but sunny skies and clear air rushing through the open roof. The emptiness may also be attributed to the fact that it is a random Tuesday. “Pick a number between one and nine.”

“Uh, five.”

“Good choice, good choice.”

He opens the centre console, digging around Nico’s – well, and his, at this point – collection of CDs to find the right one. He makes a little noise of triumph when he finds it, blowing on the back and wiping it on his shirt before sliding it into the port.

“One half-assed polish isn’t gonna fix those scratches, Solace,” he teases.

“If you weren’t such an emo fuck, Playlist Five wouldn’t be so scratched.”

Nico laughs, conceding this round. Will looks inordinately pleased, nose scrunching along with his tiny smile even as Linkin Park starts blasting through the speakers, which he hates.

“Three songs ‘til Britney,” he grouches as Nico starts hollering along to Points of Authority. Nico shakes his head, still grinning – as if he didn’t make these playlists. If he is truly so miserable, he wouldn’t have put the song on at all.

(Nico knows, in the very back of his mind, that Will actually and truly cannot stand Linkin Park. To him, it’s not music at all. He has never been able to get into it, as much as he truly likes music of every genre. If Linkin Park is on this playlist, and they’re on more than one of the playlists Will has made specifically for their shared car rides, it’s because he cares about Nico more than he hates the band. Nico shoves this knowledge deep into the dustiest corners of his mind, because that’s more than he can afford to think about.)

The next couple hours pass by comfortably. There isn’t much to remark on the side of the road except the odd fruit stand, or farm advertising eggs and honey, so onward Nico drives. He keeps an eye on the odometer, but mostly trusts Will’s calculations. If he says they won’t need gas ‘til Anthony, wherever the hell that is, Nico believes him. 

“Highway changes to the 98 through here,” Will says, nodding to the tiny sign that boasts nothing except Ft. Meade CITY LIMITS, right next to the giant banner half the size of the church it's attached to that reads, REPENT OR BURN. 

Ah, Florida. Please one day change.

“Do I need to exit?”

“Nope, the road just changes to a different number.”

He eases off the gas as they approach the tiny town, watching carefully for state troopers. And, like, children, probably. So far he’s passed twelve gun ranges and one school, but whatever. He can have priorities, even if this garbage state doesn’t.

“Hm. 98 is a better number.”

“Absolutely not,” Will tells him, aghast. “17 is a prime number!”

“Ninety-eight is more fun to say. Also, prime numbers suck.”

“You take that back –”

Nico slides up his sunglasses, shaking his head fondly. Nerdiest nerd to ever nerd. He would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so endeared.

He presses back on the accelerator as they exit the town, turning up the music as Will’s rant ends. He shucks off his shoes – Feet off my goddamn dash, Solace – and curls up into his seat, burying himself in a book. Nico glances away from the road to try and read the title, but quickly gives up since the font is bright fucking purple, for some reason, and in some horrible looping shape that he knows will give him a migraine. All graphic designers should be in prison. 

“Hey, there’s apparently a gator reserve forty-five minutes ahead.” Nico squints again at the book. Barely, he can make out “roadside” and “weird”. “‘Weird American Roadside Attractions’,” Will reads aloud, noticing Nico looking. “Such as a very nice and highly rated gator reserve –”

“No.”

“Road trip, Nico. Adventure.”

“I’m super happy to adventure away from living fucking dinosaurs, Solace.”

“Aw, come on, they’re kinda cute –”

“Two thousand pounds per square inch of jaw strength! You are the one who told me that!”

“You don’t think you could take one in a fight?”

Nico stares at his best friend incredulously. He’s got a thoughtful little frown on his face, looking at the sky as he contemplates. Nico notices, vaguely, that the shade of his irises is the exact same colour. 

“No, I do not. Obviously.” He pauses. “You think you could take a fuckin’ gator?”

“I think it’s possible.”

“See, that’s crazy, because fifteen seconds ago I genuinely believed you were an intelligent person.”

“Do not lie to me and tell me you don’t have a list of animals you know you could take in a fight,” Will says, instead of rising to the bait. He waits, meeting Nico’s glare, eyebrows raised.

“An ostrich,” Nico admits, begrudgingly. “I feel like – one good punch to the throat –”

Will smiles smugly at him. “That’s what I thought.” He turns back to his book, fiddling with the corner of a page. “Also, ostriches are more closely related to dinosaurs than alligators. So. Check and mate, motherfucker.”

They pull into Anthony at around eleven, at pretty much exactly a quarter tank – just like Will predicted. He looks inordinately pleased about it, so Nico shoots off a quick prayer to the karma gods. 

He trips on his way out of the Jeep. Nico smirks.

“I’m gonna go stretch my legs,” he says, unaware of Nico’s hand in his humbling. Nico waves him off, attention turned to the gas pump.

Annoyingly, as he pulls out his card and handles the pump, he remembers Will’s scrunched nose and pursed lips as he’d explained, when they were 16, how gas station pumps were frequently more germy than their toilets, and cleaned approximately one hundred percent less. Suddenly, his hand begins to feel grimey.

Twelve bags of chips, a gas station slushie, and a pair of clean hands later, Will is still nowhere to be found. Nico frowns, craning his neck to look around the tiny parking lot as if he somehow missed Will’s neon orange shirt the first time he looked. Still not catching sight of him, he walks hesitantly back to the Jeep, tucking his snacks away and biting his lip, contemplating. Will is both very fast and very easily distracted, but he has enough sense not to go too far in a random town five hours from home. If he sticks by the car and waits, Will’ll be back soon. 

But, on the other hand, waiting is torture.

Easy decision, really.

He locks the door, hopes that no one will show up with a pair of wire cutters and a flathead screw driver, and sets off. The first thing he notices, and he adds it to his mental list of things to loudly complain about when Will is locked in the car with him, is that it is fucking sweltering. In the hours approaching the afternoon, the day has gone to pleasantly warm to so hot the air is actually thick with it, and he doesn’t have wind ripping through the open windows to cool him down. Plus, he’s wearing jeans, and for the first, and hopefully only, time in his life, he envies his friend’s cargo shorts. 

The second thing he notices is that Anthony, Florida, is empty as shit. All the love in his heart to the people who call it home, but also, move, maybe. He’s hesitant to stray too far from the gas station, in case Will comes back and finds him gone, but there are no hills or anything. He can see quite far down the road. The only thing he sees is a possum starting a fight with a poor random guy – which, actually, is kind of fun to watch. 

Perhaps he has judged Anthony too harshly. 

“Nico!” shouts a voice, startling him. He whips around and finds Will, standing in the goddamn centre of the road, the dumbass, waving like a lunatic.

“There is no possible way I was going to miss you,” Nico informs him when he’s close enough. “You are approximately the height of the Washington monument. I could not miss you if I tried.”

“I wasn’t waving to get your attention, I was waving to shoo away the eagles that mistook you for a mouse.”

Nico kicks him in the shin. Will, well used to his violence, dodges, grinning, except in the act of hopping away from Nico’s dangerously hardy boots, he somehow wraps his foot around his own ankle and goes sprawling.

Nico smirks. “Who’s the short one now.”

Faster than he can even follow, Will’s hand darts out, wrapping around his ankle, and tugs, yanking him yelping on the asphalt next to him. 

“Foul!”

“All’s fair in love and war, Neeks.”

Shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up, Nico screams at the alarm bells blaring in his brain, he doesn’t mean it like that and you know it oh shit he’s looking this way quick look normal look normal –

“I can do war if that’s what you want, Solace,” he manages, honestly quite proud of himself for managing speech with approximately fourteen percent of his brain still functioning. Damn.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway.” He crawls to his feet, offering Nico a hand. He takes it, dutifully fighting the urge to pull Will down again, just to be an asshole. He’s cool like that, and most definitely being normal about the scrape of Will’s callused fingers against the inside of his forearm. “I found maybe the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, and I need you to come look at it immediately.”

“Sick,” Nico says, immediately intrigued. He and Will have their differences, sure, but if there’s one thing they can agree on it’s their sense of humour. 

He follows will down the road, passing the gas station again. (His car, thankfully, remains in one piece and beautifully not-robbed.) They dark across an empty intersection, walking across a yellowed lawn as they approach a run-down, patchy, one-storey bungalow with a rusted sign that reads: The Iron Works.

“Behold,” says Will gleefully, “the Abstract Iron Centaur.”

And behold, Nico does.

Gaping, he observes the structure standing proudly under the sign. Striding proudly, rather, its front legs bent to simulate movement, its human arms poised as if ready to strike. It wears a medieval knight’s helmet, and holds a rusted axe. The entire structure is a little taller than Will, and made of, presumably, iron, rusted into a light roan red.

“Abstract Iron Centaur,” Nico repeats, after several minutes of silence.

Will still looks delighted. “It was in my book. I had no idea what to expect and also I didn’t believe it was real. Isn’t it the greatest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“It’s…something.”

“We gotta take a picture, Neeks. I never want to forget this thing.”

Nico allows himself to be pulled, still somewhat bewildered. It’s not even the oddest thing he’s ever seen, it’s just – he has many questions, like, for example, why? How long has this creature existed? How long will it persist? Who created it? Why is it in Will’s dorky book? Does it house a soul?

“Okay, squish in, this camera is older than your elderly ass and doesn’t have a timer.”

The familiar jab breaks him out of his stupor. “Seven months older than you, fucker.”

“Geriatric.”

Without warning, Will crowds them under the Abstract Iron Centaur’s lifted arm, and then presses his widely grinning cheek right flush to Nico’s, raising his beat-up camera to the air.

Nico’s brain goes static.

“Say cheese!”

“Hnngh,” says Nico, as the camera blinds him.

Luckily for his continuously worsening blood pressure, Will pulls away the second he hears the click, shaking the ejected negative to help it develop, and Nico has a second to remind his lungs that they have a function, actually, get your shit together, I am not dying in fucking Anthony, Florida. 

“You look like a dork!” Will says, delighted. “Look!”

Blinking at the photo shoved one sixteenth of an inch from his eyeballs, Nico indeed looks. The Abstract Iron Centaur looks more foreboding on camera, somehow, but Nico barely notices it – instead, he finds his gaze drawn to the beam so wide it forces Will’s eyes shut, and the dazed, dopey look on his own face; eyes wide, mouth dropped, slightly, and posture undeniably leaning into Will’s magnetism. 

Humming to himself, Will slips his wallet out of (one of) the (many) pocket(s) of his shorts, tucking the photo inside it. Nico melts into a puddle of goo on the dead grass. His mortal soul escapes his body, descending rapidly. His atoms return to star dust. Et cetera.

“Oh, shit, we gotta go if we want to reach Georgia in good time.”

“Right,” says Nico, voice cracking. He clears his throat and tries again. “Let’s go.”

He absolutely does not haul ass to his car. He walks at a normal pace, for normal reasons, thoughts in a normal place. 

“Back on the 75,” Will instructs as they peel out, sliding sunglasses on his nose. “We gotta scoot around town a bit to get to the entrance, but it won’t take long.”

“D’you know this place?” Nico asks, even though he doubts it. As far as he knows, Will was outside of Sarasota one time: in the move from Austin. He supposes his mother might have had a concert up here, or something, and unusually, let him tag along, but he doubts it.

“Nah, just memorised the map.”

Nico hides a smile. “Oh, of course.”

It’s all too easy to tease Will, but there was a reason he was valedictorian. There’s a reason for his many shining scholarship offers, his endless well of ridiculous facts pulled from nowhere. He is, genuinely, the smartest person Nico has ever met.

Even if he genuinely believes he can fight an alligator and win.

“Two hours ‘til we cross state lines,” Will says brightly, shouting slightly over the wind as they merge onto the highway. “And then on to infinity!”

“Onto infinity,” Nico agrees, matching his smile. 

Already, he’s proved Nico wrong. They’re farther now than Will has been since he was seven, and there’s nothing in his expression that suggests he wants to slow down. 

Privately, and quietly, Nico lets himself start to hope. 

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#Abstract Iron Centaur is real btw #its coordinates will be included when i finally release the route for this road trip #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #will/nico #nico/will #nico di angelo/will solace #solangelo #slowburn #modern au #roadtrip au #pining nico di angelo #pining will solace #mutual pining #will solace angst #or a tease of it anyway #nico di angelo angst #will solace is a huge big nerd #nico di angelo is a whipped loser #anyways #fic #my writing #longpost

[bloodylullaby]

Give Me Something Beautiful

Summary: Morrigan's ordinary life takes an extraordinary turn when Noah Sebastian, the lead singer of Bad Omens, stumbles upon her quaint little shop, adorned with her captivating photography. Intrigued by her talent and drawn to her genuine spirit, Noah invites Morrigan to capture the essence of his band's concert through her lens. As they spend time together, their initial friendship blossoms into a deep and meaningful connection, fueled by their shared love for art and music. Despite the challenges they face as their worlds collide, Morrigan and Noah navigate the complexities of fame and intimacy, ultimately finding solace and strength in each other's arms. Through their journey from strangers to lovers, they discover that amidst life's chaos, true beauty lies in the simple moments shared between two souls who are destined to be together.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OC

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 2421

MasterList

Chapter Two

"Shit," I muttered under my breath as I dashed down the sidewalk, raindrops pelting my skin. I was running seriously behind schedule. My father's impromptu return from a golfing trip had derailed my plans, his endless chatter about the perfect golfing conditions delaying me until 6:40. With barely any time to spare, I sprinted the five minutes back to my apartment, frantically throwing on a black lace-bustier cami top, ripped black skinny jeans, and my trusty pair of Demonias platform boots. 

I left my shoulder-length, black and purple hair in its natural curly state, opting for speed over styling. By the time I managed to get dressed, it was already 7, leaving me no choice but to rush out the door and make a mad dash for my car in the back lot. The drive to the theater was surprisingly smooth, but finding a parking spot proved to be a challenge, eating up precious minutes as I circled the area in search of a vacant spot.

Frustration surged through me as I finally found a parking spot in a garage a mile and a half away. Consulting my phone for the time, I took a deep breath before popping open the trunk of my car to retrieve my camera bag. Midway through the parking garage, a sinking realization hit me like a ton of bricks—I had left my keys in the ignition. Panic surged as I hastily turned on my heel, racing back to my car. However, my frustration only intensified when I reached my vehicle, only to find another car parked so close to my driver's side door that opening it without denting theirs seemed impossible. 

With an exasperated huff, I popped open the trunk once more. Thankfully, my car boasted a hatchback, providing a precarious but feasible entry point. Clambering into the trunk, I grappled with the task of folding down the back seat. Minutes ticked by as I wrestled with the stubborn mechanism, determination fueling my efforts. Finally, with a triumphant grunt, I managed to coerce the seat down, granting me access to the interior of my car. Retrieving my keys, I exhaled a sigh of relief, grateful that my absent-mindedness hadn't resulted in a complete catastrophe. Emerging from the confines of my vehicle, I carefully reorganized my belongings before securing the car and setting off once more, this time with a renewed sense of urgency propelling my steps.

I glanced at my phone, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me as I saw that it was almost 7:30. "Jesus Christ, why does everything have to go wrong when I'm excited about something?" I muttered to myself, my irritation mounting. After cracking my neck and ensuring I had all my gear, I hoisted my camera bag onto my shoulder and set off in a brisk jog.

Arriving at the theater didn't take too long, but my heart sank as I came to a halt, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The line stretched around the corner and further down the street, a daunting sight that left me feeling bewildered and overwhelmed. How could there be so many people here? With the show about to start, the fact that so many were still waiting to get inside only added to my growing sense of unease. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I pushed through the crowd, eliciting groans of protest and complaints from those I brushed past. Determination overriding my nerves, I made my way to the main entrance, where the door supervisors greeted me with looks of confusion.

"Back of the line, sweetheart, good looks don't get you in faster," one of the door supervisors quipped, their tone laced with amusement. I raised an eyebrow, meeting their chuckles with a wry grin of my own.

"Well, if you would let me talk, you would know that I was invited to come in, and I am on some sort of list, but from the looks of it, I think reading might be a little too hard for you guys," I retorted in a deadpan voice, my frustration simmering beneath the surface. As one of the supervisors stepped forward, attempting to intimidate me, the other hastily radioed in to confirm the situation. Rolling my eyes and crossing my arms, I couldn't help but feel exasperated by the unnecessary delay. Why was it so difficult for them to simply read a list or ask for my name, especially when they knew someone was expected with photography equipment?

"Listen, I am running late and don't have time for this. Either the two of you get your heads out of your asses, or I will force my way in," I stated with a firm edge to my voice, my patience wearing thin. However, before I could even finish my threat, one of them grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, causing a sharp jolt of pain to shoot through me.

"Alright, little lady, it was entertaining initially, but the threats took it too far. You're out of here," the door supervisor declared, his tone firm as he motioned for me to leave. Meanwhile, the other supervisor hurried inside to seek assistance.

"You're kidding me, right? You didn't even do your job to see if I was on a list or ask for my name; you just assumed I was trying to sleep my way to the band. Which, by the way, is sexist," I fired back, my frustration boiling over as I launched into a scathing retort. However, my tirade was abruptly interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind us.

Turning around, I found myself face-to-face with another photographer, his presence casting an unexpected twist in the situation. “Morrigan Emerson?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, that would be me," I replied with a relieved smile as the door supervisor promptly released me and stepped aside.

"Follow me; the band has been waiting for you," the photographer instructed, gesturing for me to follow him. With a smug grin directed at the door supervisor, I complied, flipping him off with a sickly sweet smile before trailing after my new favorite friend.

"My name is Bryan; I am Bad Omens' photographer," he introduced himself as we walked, glancing back over his shoulder. His words sparked a flicker of recognition, but I couldn't quite place where I had heard the band's name before. As we navigated down a hallway, a knot of nervousness began to form in my stomach. Who had I agreed to see tonight? Eventually, we entered a larger space that was just one room away from being backstage, and my apprehension grew. What awaited me on the other side of that door?

As we stepped into the room, my eyes immediately sought out Noah. He stood facing away from us, engaged in conversation with a group of guys whom I assumed to be his bandmates. Clad in a sleek black turtleneck, matching pants cinched with a belt, and polished black shoes, he exuded an effortless allure that left me momentarily breathless. Could this man possibly get any more attractive?

My reverie was interrupted when one of the guys spotted Bryan and me, pointing in our direction and catching Noah's attention. "Morrigan, you made it!" Noah exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement as he made his way over to me. I returned his enthusiasm with a shy smile and an awkward wave, feeling a rush of nerves as he drew closer.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Had a bunch of bad luck on my way here," I explained sheepishly, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment. Bryan chuckled, adding his own twist to the tale.

"She was ready to kick some ass when I found her. They had her in an arm lock and everything, and she was still going on a tangent," Bryan recounted, prompting laughter from the group. As Noah and the others looked at me with a mixture of confusion, amusement, and concern, I felt my nerves start to bubble up, manifesting in a nervous giggle.

"Yeah, well, when I got to the doors, they assumed I was trying to sleep my way in with you guys, so I might have gotten a little too hot-headed and threw in some insults that got me in a sticky situation," I admitted, feeling a flush of embarrassment color my cheeks. Noah's expression darkened at my words.

"They thought you were a groupie?" he asked, his tone laced with disbelief. I nodded, unable to meet his gaze, my discomfort growing with every passing moment. I hadn't intended for Bryan to make a big deal out of it; I just wanted to move past the awkward encounter and focus on the reason I was there.

"Yeah, but I handled myself just fine. Bryan stepped in before I could actually kick some ass. Everyone almost got a free show," I quipped, trying to lighten the mood with a touch of humor. Thankfully, my attempt elicited laughter from the group, diffusing some of the awkward tension that had settled over us.

Noah's touch on my shoulder was gentle as he guided us away from the others, his expression serious yet filled with genuine concern. "I'm glad you can find humor in the situation, Morrigan, but I'll take care of them. That shouldn't have happened; I made sure everyone knew I invited a friend to see us. They should have stayed professional, and for that, I'm sorry that my team has let you down," he apologized sincerely, his words carrying a weight of responsibility that touched me deeply. How sweet could one guy be? Although security was from a different company, Noah still took ownership of the situation, demonstrating his integrity and care for those around him.

"Noah, it's okay; it isn't your fault. I appreciate the apology, but I know that they work for a third party from the design on their shirts. I'm not mad at anyone but them, so please don't worry. Bryan came and got me, and that is all that matters. If you want to do something about it, by all means, go ahead. Just know that it isn't your fault," I reassured him, offering a sincere smile to emphasize my point. 

Noah returned the smile, his expression softening with gratitude, before turning to address a security guard who had called him over. With a few words exchanged, Noah reviewed the details with the guard and requested that the door supervisors be released and replaced. Once everything was settled, he guided me back to the group, seamlessly reintegrating me into the fold as he introduced me to everyone.

"Morrigan, this is Nick, Jolly, and Folio. They're the ones who help me make the music possible," Noah introduced, gesturing to each member of the band in turn. "Guys, this is Morrigan; she's the one I told you about with the beautiful and unique photography."

The band members greeted me warmly, expressing their admiration for the photos Noah had shared with them. As the conversation shifted to their excitement for the upcoming show, they began to pump each other up, their energy infectious. Feeling my social anxiety creeping in, I attempted to step to the side, but Noah gently kept me within the circle, ensuring I wasn't left out. As the minutes ticked by and the anticipation mounted, my nerves began to escalate. With just ten minutes left until showtime, Noah turned to me, his expression gentle yet encouraging.

"You'll be with Bryan for the night, so if at any point you feel overwhelmed, you can either go to him or step outside for a breather," Noah reassured me, his words laced with genuine concern and consideration. His kindness was like a breath of fresh air, a stark contrast to the often self-serving interactions I'd grown accustomed to. All I could manage in response was a grateful nod, my mind racing with appreciation for his thoughtfulness.

It struck me how rare it was to encounter someone so inherently caring and gentle, especially without any ulterior motives. As I struggled to steady my breathing, Noah noticed the drained color on my face and promptly guided us to the side, away from the hustle and bustle of the group.

"You'll be okay, I promise. Nothing is going to happen to you. There's a barricade between you and the crowd. Don't push yourself out of your comfort zone if you're not ready," Noah reassured me, offering a supportive thumbs-up. His words were like a lifeline, grounding me amidst the whirlwind of anxiety.

Taking a deep breath, I scanned the room until my eyes landed on exactly what I needed: liquid courage. Making my way over to the table, I couldn't help but grimace at the sight of the options laid out before me. It was a choice between straight liquor or beer, with no chaser or anything to mask the taste. It was clear that this was a situation where necessity outweighed preference.

Taking a deep breath, I reached for a cup and filled it with the dark-colored liquor, steeling myself for the impending taste. As I stared at the liquid in my cup, trying to muster the courage to take a sip, I noticed the band members preparing to take the stage and Bryan making his way over to me.

With a resolve born of necessity, I plugged my nose and quickly downed the drink, grimacing as the harsh burn lingered in my throat. Gagging slightly at the unpleasant aftertaste, I tried to compose myself as Bryan approached me. "Ready?" he asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied with a small smile, determined to push through my nerves and enjoy the experience to the fullest.

"Cool. Let's head out then before the lights go out," Bryan suggested, prompting me to grab my camera bag and gather the necessary lenses. With a determined nod, I signaled to Bryan that I was ready to go.

As we made our way towards the stage, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Noah. Catching his eye, I was met with a reassuring smile, a thumbs-up, and the silent encouragement, "You can do this." Returning his gesture with a nervous smile of my own, I turned away and followed Bryan towards the stage. With each step, my nerves began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of excitement and anticipation. I was going to do this, and I was going to have fun doing it.

Authors Note: I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far :) Summer classes are about to start so chapters will go between pushing them out fast and slow.

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Helping Hide The Truth (Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader, 

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mentions of Transphobia, fear of coming out, body dysphoria

Universe: Could you do maybe a trans male reader who is dating Peter but isnt out to his dad yet I was thinking Steve Rogers Or Bucky I love your writing and I love how you explore your stories ❤️

Peter checked his watch for the 5th time that morning. The morning bell was due to ring in just 15 minutes, and you were nowhere in sight, and Peter was starting to contemplate heading back to his locker, or texting to ask if you wanted him to drop off in the disabled bathroom or to ask if you were even coming in today. Luckily, as he reached for his phone, he saw your dad’s car finally pull up, you jumping out, waving to your dad before rushing up the steps to meet Peter. Peter smiled and waved at your dad- Captain America himself- as he pulled back out the parking lot, and you headed inside, walking at a fast pace.

“The bell’s gonna go off soon.” Peter commented as you both dashed around, pushing through the crowd to find one of the bathrooms or even just a janitor’s closet at this point. Normally when you were on short notice you would just change at your locker- slipping on a baggier shirt and slipping the men’s jeans over your leggings or something, but Peter had noted that today you had come in a dress- and judging by the style, it was Steve’s idea, thought that was obvious anyday. That meant you had to actually find somewhere more private to get changed today. His eyes darted around before he saw MJ at her locker, taking your hand and pulling you in her direction. “MJ!” He called as he approached, and she looked up, seeing you both approaching, what you were wearing, and she immediately knew what was up. She went into her locker, finding her gym bag, and pulled out her towel, unravelling it. 

You stepped hurriedly between her and her locker, her holding one end of the towel against the locker next to her, Peter holding the other end with MJ’s locker door to create a barrier from any onlookers. MJ kept a look out for trouble and also tried to block the view even more with her body, Peter also doing the same when he wasn’t passing you garments, before you gave him the dress with a quick “Done.” and the towel dropped, and Peter shoved the dress into the bag. “Thank you so much.” You told them. 

“Don’t worry about it.” MJ shrugged. “Guessing daddy dearest was adamant on the dress?” She asked and you huffed and nodded, taking the bag from Peter, and shoving it to the bottom of your backpack to go and put in your locker later. 

“I’ll tell him I bumped into someone at lunch and got some crap on it.” You stated. 

“Does that mean we have to get it back out to dump some ketchup on it?” Peter asked. 

“No, we need it to look realistic- you put on the dress and we put ketchup on it.” MJ joked, poking Peter in the chest, making you laugh a little. Peter knew that if that was needed, he’d do it for you. 

Peter had met you when you both started at the highschool a few years ago, and immediately had began bonding over being the ‘weird’ kids. Back then, when he was still getting to know you, Peter had presumed you were shy and self conscious, lacking any confidence, being a total wall flower and wanting to stay out of the spotlight- just trying to survive highschool. That was until the that summer ended and you came back with a new haircut- a much shorter haircut, wearing baggier clothes, clothes that hid any femininity. Peter immediately got an inkling that he may have been wrong about his presumptions about you, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Instead, he complimented your new hair, and the way you lit up at it didn’t help his spidey sense. You thanked him, explaining how you got into an argument with your dad about it before you inevitably went behind his back to get it done, but now it was done and he couldn’t do anything about it and so he didn’t say anything about it. Peter had joked about him being old fashioned, in which you laughed the loudest he’d ever heard. It was then you told him how right he was, and who your dad actually was. 

It was in the middle of the next school break when you two were hanging around at his that he had told you he was Spiderman, and in return, you told him you were trans, and was keeping it a secret from your 1940’s dad. It was about 2 weeks after that, that you and Peter sucked up the courage to ask each other out at literally the same time.

Peter had took the information exceedingly well. He came up with the idea to have spare clothes at school to change into to make you more comfortable around your peers, which also helped you keep your secret from your dad- all he saw was the short hair but the ‘normal’ clothes when he dropped you off and picked you up, totally unaware that you had begun socially transitioning at school, and with surprising success. Of course, after a close run in one time in which Peter as Spiderman had to save you and him using your correct pronouns in front of some of your classmates- including Flash- people didn’t want to attempt to use that against you knowing that Spiderman seemingly knew you personally, and then when it came out who your dad was… yeah, people at school used your pronouns, if mostly out of pure fear. 

Since being able to be yourself for the most part at school and when away from your dad, Peter had noticed how you had changed. You were chattier, more vibrant. Happier, and he loved it, and he was willing to do anything to keep it that way- even if it meant sneaking you clothes at the beginning the day and taking them back before your dad picked you up, or lying to the Avengers to ensure they didn’t pass any information on to Steve.

The day passed by like any normal day, at the end of lunch time you did get the dress back out temporarily, smearing some ketchup on the skirt before putting it back in the bag and your locker, and dropping a text to your dad that you’d had to change and that your dear boyfriend and leant you an old hoodie and pants, sprinkling in a comment on how sweet Peter was for going out of his way to get you cleaned up and new clothes in such short notice, even though you knew he probably wouldn’t read it for a while or even at all and would ask you what happened to your dress. 

After the last bell rang and you and Peter were gathering your things from your locker, you discussed future plans. “How about this weekend if your dad has nothing planned with you, we could go to the mall? We could pick some clothes up for you but keep them at mine or in your locker?” Peter asked. 

“Why, running out of hoodies? I can give some back.” You teased him with a grin.

“No, I don’t mind, I’ll just steal them back next time I come and visit you- I was just thinking, since they’re all my style, I thought it would be nice for you to have some pieces you could actually claim as yours. You could excuse it to your dad as backup clothes since he must think you’re super clumsy at school, but…” He explained.

“That sounds… nice. I’ll ask my dad if I can go out with you on the weekend.” You told him with a soft smile, closing your locker door, and sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to sneak around like this for clothes of all things. The fact that I’m sneaking in and out clothes that make me feel good about myself and not my literal boyfriend just feels… wrong.” 

“I know.” Peter frowned. “Has your dad made any… comments? Good or bad?” He asked. You shook your head. 

“No clue what he thinks, honestly not sure if he even knows what being trans even means.” You told him as you both started walking down the hallways towards the main exit. 

“Would you like me to… look into it?” Peter offered. You stopped walking, looking at him with apprehension. “Like… we recently had the official lesson on gender identities, I can bring it up with Tony, ask if your dad and Thor has had that talk and how they feel about it. If he asks questions on why, I can maybe pull together a fake project about ‘old world views’ on that kind of thing and if the ‘not from his time’ argument actually holds up with Steve and Thor and that you didn’t want to bring it up with him in case he got defensive or something.” He excused. 

“Are you sure? You know if you do this we will actually have to make that fake project, which could include interviewing my own dad about his views on his own son that he doesn’t know is his son?” 

“I’ll interview him- conflict of interest. You put together a rough draft of a plan for this project in case Tony talks to your dad so you can show him the rough draft to make it seem real. Maybe we can turn it into actually educating him, introducing it to him so one day you can actually be yourself to him.” He suggested. You hesitated, but eventually nodded. 

“I still don’t plan to come out till I’m 18, just in case.” 

“I understand. I love you, and I love seeing you love yourself, but I know you also love your dad and how much he means to you and that you don’t want to damage that relationship. If I can somehow make sure that doesn’t happen, I want to do that… if this fake project gets too close to home, please just say, we can make up an excuse about changing the subject or the project being cancelled or changed.” 

“Thank you Peter, I really appreciate it, and everything you’ve been doing to help me through this I can’t thank you enough and it’s one of the many reasons that I love you.” You told him, grabbing the collar of his jacket, pulling him close and kissing him, before you heard a honk from a car, knowing that it was your dad’s car. You sighed, pulling away from him. “If I’m able to come over on the weekend, can you ask your Aunt May if she can make that lasagna?” You asked, making your boyfriend laugh. You asked that last week, and the week prior. Aunt May was more than happy to make it. 

“Sure thing.” He told you, stealing a quick peck, hearing another honk from your dad before you turned and rushed to get in your dad’s car, waving at him as your dad drove off. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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So I'm currently hyperfixed on Danny Phantom and DC crossover and I really enjoyed reading Danny and Damian are twins Au. I read a lot fics and promps but they aren't enough ( there are never enough great fics in this world) and I got inspired and got this idea and it won't let go of me.... So I decided to get it out of my system so that I can concentrate on my exams but I also want people to read and tell me their thoughts about it. So I thought I share the "rough work" and later I will edit and post it on AO3 but yeah. (some infos before I do know nothing and do what I want)

Here my work in process :

Twin skeletons

Danny just wanted to go to the astronomy exhibition in Natural History museum of Gotham city, just for some peaceful hours there nothing bothers him, maybe even go to the apartly new planetarium. Being away from Amity Park, his ghost hunting parents with their obsession with ripping him apart molecule by molecule and the whole ghost attacks  (he would be able to get a few more hours of sleep) was just a plus.

He was excited about the trip! His core was humming and he felt at ease, no ghost fighting and no one hunting him for a few days, just some peaceful days in the most crime ridden city in the United States. It would be like a vacation. 

But Danny should have known better than to get his hopes up, nothing ever goes according to plan for him. 

And let's be honest here, he really should have known better, his school trip goes to Gotham city of all places, the most dangerous city in the United States (one can never say it enough). Who in their right mind even though it was a good idea to take a few teenager, who only knows danger in form from ghost attacks and the driving skills of the Fenton family and have no sense of self protection, and take them to a big city overrun with guns and drugs and psychotic criminals and crime fighting vigilantes? The adults of Amity Park apartly. (maybe the adults have also lost every ounce of common sense they owned other the last two and a half years) 

But that is beside the point, the point is Danny just wanted to see the astronomy exhibition, not held at gunpoint from a red helmet vigilante,with really strange vibes that made his ghost sense go harwire, after some criminal bombed the museum and held them hostage for whatever reason.

The first day started so promisingly well, they were supposed to get a tour through Wayne Enterprise. The tour through Wayne Enterprise went pretty well and was interesting, if not a little bit strange. Danny had the feeling everyone at the company was looking at him then he wasn't looking. It was probably nothing, it happens in Amity Park all the time(he just ignores the fact that he is not in Amity anymore and the usual reasons he is in the middle of the attention, his parents or the ghosts, are not here at the moment. And he is pretty sure he is Danny not Phantom). 

The second day they had the Museum tour where they could room afterwards as much as they liked and Danny really, really wanted some time without Dash being the bully that he is. The tour was nice, and just as the nice lady wanted to finish the tour, somewhere in the building an explosion went off. 

The lady shrieked, Danny's classmates are either looking curious for the source or talking about ghost attacks vs. Criminals, while Mr. Lancer tries and fails to get everyone to calm down so they could evacuate and Danny just curses his rotten luck. 

The next thing they knew, there were masked criminals binding them with zip ties and taking them hostage because 'if we take hostages we have a better chance of getting away from the bats'. Their words, not Danny's. 

Not fifteen minutes afterwards -Danny thought about the pros and cons about doing something against these criminals himself - a red helmeted, leather wearing hero comes gun shooting towards their rescue. 

Hooray, lucky them. 

And now, he has the gun pointed towards his face. 

"What the fuck are you?!" Besides the electronic modulation, his growl was pretty impressive or a living human, although Danny was still not sure if the hero really was living. 

"Okay, first of all, rude. Second, what is your problem? And third, could you take the gun out of my face? I really like my shirt and it would be a shame if it got ruined with blood and brain mass." 

Red Hood did nothing for a long time but then he lowered his gun but did not put it away. Waving a hand behind himself in the vague direction of his class, grinning Danny speaks again. 

" Are we free to go? I think my teacher is either having a stroke soon or he thinks about taking you on, it will probably be a lecture about treating kids. On a second thought. Please do shoot, I'm not keen on being lectured again, but don't ruin my shirt. I want to be buried in it. "

Red Hood's hand twitched and Danny grin grew even larger, showing his set of fangs. It's a shame Danny can't see the hero's face, it would be hilarious to read his reaction but the helm or the modified voice didn't give away a hint of his thoughts but Danny hoped he was at least a little bit irrational.

"Whatever kid." 

Danny waved goodbye before going back to his classmates. 

Red Hood just stayed long enough to see the boy looking towards his teacher with what looks like his best innocent face. "Mr. Lancer, I suppose we can't perhaps go back towards the astronomy exhibition?" 

The teacher just signs and guides his snickering students out of the museum.

What the hell was wrong with the kid?! 

Jason knew he needed to tell Bruce about the kid, he was nearly a carbon copy of the demon brat, and another Robin clone was never a good thing, especially now then something big is about to happen and there is yet not enough to say what. 

He should really tell Bruce, Jason knew it but something tells him not to. The moment the kid stood behind Jason's back, he thought there was something dangerous, something absolutely terrifying, something that made the Lazarus water go crazy -and for a moment Jason thought he would go into the pit madness- but than it goes all quite, like the Lazarus water itself recognize the Apex predator and hides into the deep of Jason's soul. And it hadn't raised its head ever since. For the first time since his return his mind was quiet and peaceful. 

He should really tell Bruce about this kid. If he really is a clone of Damian, then….. Jason does not know but it would only end apocalyptic bad. And if he is no clone then it wouldn't automatically be better. 

Grinding his teeth, he dials Dick's number.

It didn't take long for the older man to answer. The surprise was clear in his voice. 

" Hey Jason. Weren't you-" 

But Jason didn't let him finish. "Dick listen, I-.... There…." 

He doesn't know how to say it, or what to say first. Fortunately Dick just wait patiently for Jason to speak again, There must be something in his voice that makes him listen. 

" I was at the museum when the hostage situation happened, there was a kid. There…. There was something about the kid. Something dangerous. I put a gun to his head and It frightened the Lazarus water. "

" What do you mean 'put a gun to his Head'?! Jason?! Wait-.... Did you say he 'frightened the Lazarus water'?"

"  Yes, I don't know how else to describe it. The Kid made the pit gone quiet, it's not gone but it's feels like it's hiding and it is quiet and…. peaceful in my mind for the first time since…. Since I returned. Dick. My thoughts, my mind, my emotions, they are my own again without fighting this damned madness."

He took a deep breath but before he can continue Dick speaks first. 

"Jason…" 

" I'm not finished. That isn't the only thing about this kid. This kid, he could be a carbon copy of the demon brat, maybe it's another clone, maybe it's not but Dick… I have the feeling the kid isn't human, he is dangerous and if he stands against us…. I don't think we stand a chance. "

The older man is quite for a long time and then he speaks again, his tone is dead serious. 

" We need to inform Bruce. "

With a deep Sigh, Jason answered. " I feared you would say that. "

Edit: Part 2

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[angel-gone-south]

Stan Marsh/Feminine!GN!Reader:

Shitfuck Downtown

ok. so i have no idea why the title is that. It was like 2? am when i wrote that plan list i think. this is so silly

cw: vomit, feminine reader (pronouns still ‘you’ or ‘they’)

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You huffed. This was bullshit. Your mom had sent you to live with your cousin, Rebecca, in South Park. The state of Colorado put a sour taste in your mouth.

But here you were, stuck shopping with your cousin and her stupid airheaded friend, Bebe. (You promised you meant that in the best way possible. Mostly.) You felt a little guilty at the jealousy that brewed a little, but held both feelings down with an iron fist. You were not ruining your cousin’s chances: you saw how she looked at that girl.

So, you were a third wheel sometimes. But when you weren't, Bebe was really sweet, and helped you pick out some new clothes for when school starts the next week. They were cute! Some skirts with some leggings for underneath and cute graphic tees and some long sleeves that complimented your complexion. No wonder Red liked this girl so much, she was fashion-forward, people-smart, and gorgeous.

They went into the in-mall Red Robin, and you ditched so they could have a cute date. After putting your shit in Red's car, you puttered around the mall more.

【☆】★【☆】

Eventually you found a nice place and sat, wallet under your thigh as you sipped at a milkshake you'd gotten. You were perched gracefully, one thigh slung over the other, skirt flowing just over your knees.

Not so graceful, however, was the group of boys who walked up beside you. One wolf whistled, clapping another on the back.

"Maybe they can help you get over your elementary school girl, Stanley." His toothy smile earned him a glare from the boy he'd knocked to his knees in front of you with a hit.

"Shut up Kenny!" He clapped a large hand over his mouth, scrambling to stand and dashing towards the nearest bathroom. The whistler smirked at his fleeting form, turning towards you.

"Don't worry, sweets, that means he likes you."

【☆】★【☆】

You went home with Red soon after that, absolutely rocked by that encounter. Her response to you was only laughter when you'd told her, so you huffed and laid on your bed.

Your phone pinged, and you rolled on to your stomach with your feet pointed in the air, stockings still on but skirt exchanged in favor of short shorts. It was the group text your cousin had made with you and her girlfriends.

redpunk: im so srs rn guys (nickname) saw stan at the mall 2day. redpunk: he puked LOOOOL babe-ayy: wht?!?! srs?!? dam wendy hes finally off yr hype train!! wends: Thank goodness lol nickiboardgamez: kenny told clyde and clyde is telling, like EVERYONE that stan has a crush on the new kid heidihippie: woooow real romantic redpunk: its fkn grody!! STANLEY MARSH w my cousin?? unthinkable. he does not even meet the bar for good enough sanriomarj!!: aw shucks, it's kinda cute! what do you think, (name)? (username): uhhh idek who tf he is lol? all ik is he dated wendy off n on since elem. babe-ayy: so real. is he like, cute tho? wends: Lighten up Bebe! They don't have to say (username): no shez good. idk? i mean yeah hes cute but what if he was just sick? we dont even kno if hes ACTUALLY into me lolol babe-ayy: 🙄🙄🙄 ik ur new here but babe-ayy: he only pukes when he sees someone he likes (username): first time 4 everythin? redpunk: 🙄🙄🙄

You hummed. We would just have to see on Monday, wouldn't we?

【☆】★【☆】

#south park x y/n #south park #south park fanfiction #south park gay #south park x reader #south park x you #emeto #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x y/n #stan x reader #south park stan #sp stan marsh #sp stan #➳ Mail’s In!♡

[aneyef0raheart]

𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱 ℜ𝔞𝔠𝔢

TW: Backshots, flashing, freaky stuff, sucking and violence (I hope these are enough warnings to be aware that this is more than these)

You were a young woman who had amazing drift skills, one of the most popular actually. You are well known in your city and create a lot of commotion just for being seen in public. There was an event that was very unexpected and exciting at the same time, you didn't know why? Why didn't you know? The men told you there was a guest visiting this event, participating as you may seem. The two men that told you were Satoru and Suguru! You're high-key supporters and help you with your awful and joyful conditions!

"Heyyy Y/N, you're probably super curious who this person is eh?" Satoru said sitting on those metal chairs drinking a white monster energy drink. He just stared at you waiting for an answer chuckling while Suguru standing in the back with his arms crossed leaning against a wall. "Well yes of course! Who is it!" You said with full excitement grabbing both Satoru's shoulders. He tilted his head with a gaze upon looking up at me, "What if I said it was the one and only, D.K." You let go of my grip and stepped a foot back from him. You had my mouth halfway open and my eyes widened like they were going to pop out my eye sockets. "Drift King!? Choso Kamo!? Number 1!?"

I noticed Suguru giggling behind Satoru nodding and keeping his head down. "You're fucking shitting me." You covered my mouth with all the unexpected things crossing by. Before Satoru spoke again a loud engine was heard nearby the parking lot. "Why ye-" He raised his eyebrows and smirked looking at you. "He's here~" Suguru walked towards Satoru always standing by his side placing a hand on both your guy's shoulder. "Why not meet him!" "What the fuck you think we'll do!" I ran away from them dashing to the parking lot seeing a car with thousands of stickers with lightning bolts on the sides of the car. Just by the looks of the car, it turns out it was a black Toyota Chaser with such a low skirt. "How is he able to drift this masterpiece!?" I thought to myself, the fact that I turned to the side of his car noticing he parked next to MY CAR!? I caught him staring at it looking at my car in millions of different angles looking any damages, he seemed impressed by the brand and looks if my beautiful car which I LOVE!

My car was not an ordinary Mazda RX7, it had champagne pink wrap on it while my favorite anime characters were on the back of my car. It was pretty girly until you see it being driven. The car plate was placed as "S1M9ER". "Ayy~ Choso! Looks like you've made it to see our pretty lady right there." Satoru chuckled pointing me out to him. I turned my head to Satoru starting to get embarrassed. "What the shit Satoru!" I gritted my teeth glaring at him, Choso giggled and got out his car. He leaned his side of the car gazing me. "Nice car." Choso stated to me. "I.. I-uhm.. Thanks?" "Shall we begin the race?" He questioned, you didn't know there would be a race just now, you flinched for a few seconds wonder what race? With who? "Hold on a race? Race who? With who!?" You were so confused, nobody told me anything! "Ah, I'm sorry looks like Satoru hasn't told you that you will be competing with Choso, Y/N." Suguru announced for me. "E-EH!? RACE!? NUMBER 1!?" "That's right, you're good. You can handle him, even if you do lose you owe him something." Suguru and Satoru smirked "It's his choice what you owe him." Suguru exclaimed

"I- uhm... Sure I guess..." I said in a quiet lowered voice as I walked over my car with baggy black sweats, they make you look even thicker than before. To hide your ass from them freaky boys, you wore a baggy car tag shirt on top. Your style did not match your car, which was very unusual of anybody who does that.

Both you and Choso revved your engines and drive to a track where nobody was suppose to even pass, this is where the town host the events where a whole freeway was built and difficult obstacles included.

I'm sorry to tell you this but my noodle arms can't handle this, y'all gonna have to wait for PART 2!! 😭I don't even know you guys but love you! Good night or Good morning!🩷

#jjk choso #frat boys #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk #cars #car race #drifting #first post

[massivecheesecakewolf]

Danny Phantom AU where everything is the same except there's another ghost hunting (investigating) family who use occult and magic besides the Fenton who use science (and Danny who is a halfa but besides this point). I want to see the magic family (let's call them the Greys) wanting to one-up the Fenton while the teenage grey goes to Casper high and didn't notice Danny's unusually ghostly thing while looking for ghosts in Casper high.

The Greys have magical items( think like a compass that points to the nearest ghost or something like that.) And ghost warding magic with blood blossom crossbow but they have only a magic spell that pulls a ghost into the ghost zone that is situational( the ghost has to stay in a spot for one minute.) While the Fenton thermos is better at catching ghosts and got a ghost portal. While the Fenton are looking to capture a ghost to learn about it while the Greys learn the ghost past(by studying the ghost family history and even learn how they died, the Greys also help the police with murder cases to learn about a ghost death)to figure out their weaknesses and the reason for the ghost purpose for haunting Amity Park. When the Greys saw Danny Phantom fight ghosts they were confused about the new ghost that they didn't know about and try to figure out how Danny came to be but every time they tried to learn about Danny he just hid and changed form as his halfa state confused the magic compass as he is technically alive.

I want someone to write about where Danny help the Greys with a Teke-Teke (a Japanese urban legend there a bottomless lady spirit killed by train haunted a train station and kill people with a scythe) while the Greys are having a conflicted idea about either letting Danny help them or just getting information while fighting the spirit.

The Greys are a major power for Amity Park when they are pulled into the ghost zone by Pariah Dark because their magic item and training help against the ghost army and distracted Fright Knight from helping Pariah Dark.

The teenage Grey ( let us call him Joseph) is a student of Casper high and carries a couple of magic items ( the magic compass and a magic yo-yo that can hurt ghosts even while intangible) while trying to find a ghost (Danny) but his compass is having a weird moment while near Danny but Joseph didn't notice, but don't mistake him for a fool (think him as Joseph Joestar) as he first find Danny Phantom fighting the lunch Lady he misdirected lunch Lady into the freezer and with Danny help capture her,( after this as Joseph is turned Danny leave before Joseph ask about him).

Edit: the Greys absolutely HATES the GIW because they caused collateral damage and possibly death which means more ghosts and the GIW occasionally fight the Greys because they thought magic using are ghost ability as well making the Greys job harder.

Edit edit: When the Greys heard about halfa they thought the halfa are made from a relationship between a ghost and a human, not an artificial accident from a ghost portal. And the Greys can let a ghost possess them while still in control with power ( think geist the sin eater power).also Joseph is on one step higher on the popular ladder then team phantom because when Dash tried to bully Joseph he just sudo flip Dash to the locker in front of the A-lister and scare them.

#danny phantom #ghost hunting #magic #ghost hunting family #danny fenton #magic vs science

[drvnkd4zed]

Enhypen reacting to another member interrupting you two

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Jungwon

You've been working the whole day so you come home exhausted and breathless. You lay on the couch staring at the empty wall right in front of you. You close your eyes for a second, but then you feel a hot breath caressing your forehead. You look up and see Jungwon's eye smile. "You woke up!" he says surprised. "I wasn't sleeping" you state. "Were you practicing your snoring then?" Jungwon replies, sitting next to you. You decide to ignore his jokes and kiss him as he leans to you. "Your lips taste like strawberries" you say smiling, then you kiss him again. It took an instant to break the atmosphere. Not just an instant, but a person too: and that person is Sunghoon. "I'm sorry" he whispers shyly. "What do you need?" Jungwon asks him, noticeably annoyed. "Nothing, I'll come back later". Jungwon won't hesitate to close the door and kiss you passionately later, just like nothing happened.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Heeseung

You and Heeseung are spending the day at home chilling for your anniversary, the next day you two booked a flight abroad to celebrate so you decided to rest. "Can you believe we've been together this long?" you ask him. "It's very tough, you're so annoying" he says laughing. You smack him with a pillow, making him grabbing it. "See? You're violent". "How can you still love me after so much time?" you ask him again. "It's impossible for me to not love you". You grab his chin to turn his head towards you, leaning a kiss on his lips. He kisses you back more passionately as you caress his cheeks. " Guys!" you two suddenly stop hearing this familiar voice calling you. "I finally won that Geometry Dash level" Niki shouts as he sneaks inside the living room. "Am I interrupting you? Bear with it" he says as he sits between you two. Heeseung pushes Niki to the edge making him fall. "I'm going, but you're being very rude".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Jay

Jay runs to you, grabbing you by your waist and kissing you hard. You startle because of his sudden actions, pushing him further so that he can explain. "We have five minutes before Jungwon comes here and I missed your lips so much". You smile at him, crossing your arms around his neck. Jay pushes you to the wall, pressing your back against it. Your lips meet his as you close your eyes. His hands caress your hips ending up on your butt, you feel the passion and the love from him, but then you hear someone coughing and it can't be Jay as he's kissing you. He sighs and turns around to see who's that. "The bus arrived 3 minutes earlier".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Jake

"I need to tell you something" Jake says as you sip some of your coffee. "There is a reason I took you to this café" he continues. You look for clues around you, but no answers. "The first time we met, we were drinking ice teas here" he says. You smile at him innocently, while you feel like your heart's becoming a lot warmer. "I think you might have noticed this already, but I like y-" Heeseung slaps Jake's shoulder interrupting him. You still have your mouth opened in shock. "What's up?? What are you two doing here all alone?" Heeseung asks. Jake looks down, embarrassed. "I'll go order something and get back to you" Heeseung leaves us , but Jake couldn't look at my eyes anymore. "Jake" you whisper. He raises his head, looking cute. "I like you too".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sunghoon

Everyone knew it is your anniversary with Sunghoon and the members gifted you two with two tickets to entry the amusement park. There are a lot of rides and shops with plushies, candies and t-shirts. "Which one do you want to try first?" Sunghoon asked, referring to the rides. "There's a haunted house over there!" I reply smiling, pointing it. He doesn't look too excited about it, but he wants to do it if you want to do it. "Are you scared?" You ask him. "no, I've got to show you how I protect my woman". His words makes you laugh, knowing he'll scream like a baby the whole time. You two head towards the haunted house where everything's dark and dusty. The mission was to escape the house finding the clues. "I can't see anything" he whispers to your ear. "That's exactly what I wanted, now it's just the two of us". You pull him closer and kiss him. You can feel his smile growing on his lips. You two lay on the floor and kiss even harder, right when he's starting to unbutton your shirt, you can see a light behind sunghoon's head and above you. You look up to see Sunoo using the torch of his phone. "What the hell are you and Niki doing here?" Sunghoon yells. "We bought two more tickets but we didn't expect you to visit the haunted house" Sunoo explains. Sunghoon looks very frustrated and shocked, so you calm him down holding his hand. "It's fine, actually... it could've been weird to make love here" You say. "Sorry, when they locked the doors I thought it was just the two of us" Niki said pointing Sunoo. Niki turns off the torch of his phone, gets closer to us and whispers:"Now let the real game begin".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sunoo

Sunoo takes you to your favorite bakery, surprising you with your favorite cake. "Happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to you~ happy birthday y/n, happy birthday to you!". Once Sunoo stops singing you open your eyes and blow the candles. "I am SO curious about your wish" he says staring at you. "It's something very simple". You actually don't want to tell Sunoo about the travel you organized and bought for the two of you. "Then say it!". You kind of feel confused, you don't know if it's the right time to say it but you eventually put your hands inside your pocket, taking two tickets. "WHAT'S THIS?" Jake yells hugging Sunoo from behind. Sunoo's face changed in a second, showing a disgusted and annoyed expression. "Why would you interrupt us right now?!" Sunoo asked. Jake's laugh makes you laugh too, smiling at Sunoo who was still very annoyed. "I'll go grab something to drink, I'll come back once you two are done". Jake leaves you two alone and Sunoo smiles at you again. "I like Jake but sometimes I wish he was more descreet".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Niki

"Jump higher! No, not that much! Wait- turn right- no, go to the left!" "Niki stop! I can't play video games if you keep shouting!". Niki drinks some of his water and throws himself back on the couch. "I'm not giving you any other advice" he says. "I can play anyways, I don't need your tips". "Let's play one more match, if I win you're going to kiss me and if you win I will kiss you" he says smiling. "I can't see the diff-" "And if I win you're going to buy me lots of strawberries" he adds, interrupting me. "I'm down!" You shout. You two are in the middle of the game when someone switches the tv off. "What the fu-" "Niki, no!" You shout, interrupting him. You look up to see Jay with anger filling his eyes. "What are you two doing? We're late for Sunoo's birthday party!". Niki sighs and throws the gamepad on the couch angrily. "Let's say I won" he says. You land a kiss on his cheek, making him blush.

I'm back lol

#enhypen reactions #enhypen #kpop #heeseung #jake #jay #jungwon #niki #sunghoon #sunoo #kpop requests #enhypen imagines

[hon3yteddy]

꒰ meeting nct dream at the amusement park 🎠 ꒱

synopsis: a day out with friends in the most magical place on earth gives you the chance at a happily ever after genre(s): strangers to lovers, fluff, slice of life, romance warning(s): cringe, romance, happy people, bad writing, bad grammar, probably the wrong tense somewhere, delusions, long sentences, mention of death (not really)? not reread for mistakes author's note: inspired from when i went to the amusement park last month and i suffer from parasocial relationships. some of these stem from real life experiences, but there was no dashing man just me nearly slipping out of a teacup and a basketball rolling past. some of them link, but each member has their own y/n in a sense! i also love how each passage gets longer...

이민형 MARK ↴

❝ maybe i can get your number? to repay you of course! ❞

― the amusement park had overpriced (and rigged) game stalls dotted around the area, with most being difficult basketball games that offer the best prizes. mark of course tries his luck at getting a big teddy bear but misses all his shots and his last throw so happens to roll over to you, the beautiful stranger of his dreams. you didn't really react to the ball at first, but as soon as you see mark jog over to you, you swiftly pick it up. it almost felt like that time had stopped and mark was running over in slow motion as a romantic soundtrack played in the background.

mark was a mess while retrieving the ball from you, continuously apologising for his clumsiness and bad aim, yet he can't help but check you out quite obviously (he's not so slick with it).

you couldn't deny how cute he was too, worrying over you even though you were completely unharmed. his awkward smile, shy eye contact and that one classic neck scratch move sent you into a pitiful state of embarrassment. but thanks to his wingman (a dream member of your choice), mark finally gives in to his friend's teasing and asks for your number in hopes he can repay you with a date some time and who are you to decline such an offer?

(fun fact: he didn't win a single prize for the whole day.)

黄仁俊 RENJUN ↴

❝ don't worry, i've got you. ❞

― teacups are a must when it comes to amusement park outings, thus the queue had to be extra long on the saturday you were there. for a good half an hour, you waited with your friends' constant complaining only for your suffering to end with you and another friend to not get on while the rest of your friends squeezed themselves into one teacup (traitors). but the universe decided o be nice for once as it fatefully made a pair of (drop dead gorgeous) boys in a teacup offer you and you friend to join them and kick out the giant plush that sat with them.

it was awkward to to sit next to strangers of the same age in such close proximity, but as long as you got on a teacup, you couldn't complain about sitting next to who you later learned was called renjun. the ride was great fun though, aside from the fact that you nearly slipped out (teacups never have belts) while your friend spun the cup at the speed of light. but don't worry, renjun was sure to grab your hand to save you. his friend couldn't miss the chance to whistle at the smooth move from him and this normally would set renjun off, but instead he seemed to gain confidence into sliding his arm around your shoulder to securely hold you in place right against him.

he was your knight in shining armour, and for the rest of the day he always seemed to be on the look out for you, just in case you needed saving again (of course he got your number at some point).

이제노 JENO ↴

❝ you could return it to me, but i think you should keep it. ❞

― you didn't think you were one to be persuaded into riding the biggest and wettest ride of the park, but there you were waiting in line for the biggest and wettest ride. now you didn't believe the ride itself to be scary, but walking around in soaking clothes for the rest of the autumn day (your only clothes may i add) sounded like a complete nightmare. yet the feeling soon washed away once you saw the beautiful boy named jeno. he definitely suited being in the most magical place on earth with his prince charming look.

not only did help you step onto the wobbly boat, offering his hand while you stepped down and give you a reassuring smile a second before your vision was solely covered by a huge splash of water, he was the gentleman who didn't hesitate in giving you his spare hoodie after noticing that you had no spare clothes as you both dried yourselves off at neighbouring heat booths. he didn't mind walking around in damp clothing, in fact he looked even better now that his white shirt was soaked.

jeno of course doesn't forget to slightly pull the bottom hem of his damp shirt to "dry" his face just to show off one of his great assets; he couldn't pass up the opportunity to look good infront of the stranger who's caught his eye.

이동혁 HAECHAN ↴

❝ are you sure you're not following me? ❞

― haechan had "met" you before, at the teacups with renjun. at your first encounter you didn't converse much - it was more of weird eye contact as you both watched your friends "flirt" with one another. the next time you saw each other was at the arcade, then the burger place and many other rides & stalls. it wasn't uncommon to see the same person every now and then at the same amusement park, but it was the way he always caught your eye and gave you that darn smirk with the occasional wink that annoyed you and fluttered your heart. you could only reciprocate with forced smiles or more favourably, ignore him and divert your gaze.

every glance, every smile, every acknowledgement only added to the building tension until it came to the last ride of the day, the bumper cars, and it was just your luck to find yourself being repeatedly bumped into haechan's car. that's when the oftenly interrupted conversation began, with haechan bumping into your car on purpose now (he thought it was hot).

he insinuated that you were following him after you had "fallen for him at first sight" at the teacups, you very much disagreed to the statement which only made his interest in you grow. at this point you were attracted appalled by him and now joined in at passing back and forth forceful impacts to only blame it on the small children around you.

finally your round had ended but you somehow ended getting persuaded into giving you his number so he can continue to "argue" with you for the rest of the day and days to come. you most definitely wanted to give him you number though, you just didn't want to admit it.

나재민 JAEMIN ↴

❝ do you mind holding my hand just this once? ❞

― jaemin always believed he was a smooth talker; he was most of the time, until he was sitting next to the most beautiful being he had ever seen at the park's highest ride, the one that could drop you straight down at any given time with no warning whatsoever so thanks to the nerves, jaemin started a conversation with you in a panic, talking about anything his mind could conjure.

from telling his mum how much he loved her, to slipping out how single he was and how pretty you were. he even shamelessly asked for you to hold his hand, you easily complied to his request ever so willingly. you sat beside him listening to every word with a laugh which somehow calmed him before the ride suddenly dropped you both to land safely on the ground. you were fine aside from your hand being gripped too tight by jaemin which he only realised when he removed his hand to see the marking on yours.jaemin didn't waste a second to fall to his knees begging for your forgiveness infront of all your friends (the group chats that day were having a field trip).

smooth talker jaemin was long gone, but if it was because of the ride or you, jaemin couldn't tell. he did try to save his face by asking for your socials for the sad excuse of sending you pictures the ride's camera took. it wasn't your best picture, nor jaemin's, but seeing a notification from @.najaemin on instagram really made up for it.

钟辰乐 CHENLE ↴

❝ i guess a kiss can't hurt... ❞

― the sight of couples were sickening to all your life being single you, and in an amusement park, they were everywhere. of course the park had to use the couples for profit by introducing a couple queue fast pass for the famous ferris wheel, the most romantic ride of all.

the ferris wheel was your most anticipated ride, but the queue was way too long for someone as impatient as you. so amongst the crowd, you found chenle, and oh boy did he certainly take your breath away. he made the perfect fake boyfriend for your fast pass to the ferris wheel and thankfully he was more than happy to join you in your scheme. now the problem was to convince the workers you were a couple.

chenle was a pure natural at the whole boyfriend act, sliding his arm around your waist to pull you closer and passing you the toy he won at basketball to seem like he won it just for you. you weren't so bad either as you smiled warmly at him, even calling him "babe" lovingly infront of the staff.

yet even after your oscar worthy performance, the park rules required that the two of you had to take a picture of a romantic kiss and post it online with a cringey hashtag for marketing. nothing could stop you from getting onto that ferris wheel at sunset, so with consent and an apologetic smile, you gave chenle a small peck on the lips with your own for a quick picture. the plan worked to say the least and the ride between the two of you wasn't so awkward. but your comfort was soon to be interrupted by your friends rushing to you at the end of the ride to show you your instagram post with the caption "my happily ever after #trueloveat***park".

박지성 JISUNG ↴

❝ you're really cool... no wait, that sounds terrible. i mean you really are cool, i'm just not? ❞

jisung was definitely never an adrenaline junkie si he mostly stuck to rides designed for younger audiences or came up with the excuse that he didn't want to be sick as he ate a hot dog. unlike jisung, you didn't mind the big rides and didn't want to waste a great opportunity. so the first time he saw you that day was when you had gotten off the fastest roller coaster at the park, and pyou certainly looked like you ahd been on fastest ride with your hair out of place, and a wide grin stretched by adrenaline shooting through your veins.

to jisung you looked unreal, like everything he wanted to be: confident and unafraid. he almost felt jealous as he watched you converse with your friends about the ride; he wanted to be just as cool but instead he was watching his friends suffer from whiplash from where he stood on the ground.

he didn’t think he'd see you again, afterall you definitely wouldn't find him at any of the rides you wanted to go on. fortunately, he did get too see again, this time at a ride more to his liking, a simple double tiered carousel. while he sat on a pony at the bottom level, he watched you smile and laugh on a pony on the level above. by the end of the ride, everyday jisung would walk away casually, no effort in trying to make a move, but this time he found himself shuffling towards you. maybe it was the slightly off tasting hot dog from earlier, yet for a moment he felt confident enough to take the risk to shyly tell you how cool you are (he's got no moves), which somehow ended up with his phone getting a new number added with your name plus a heart. maybe he was a risk seeker afterall.

oct 2022 © hon3teddy

#nct #nct dream #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct blurbs #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct x gender neutral reader #kpop #first post #mark #mark lee #nct mark #renjun #huang renjun #jeno #lee jeno #haechan #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #donghyuck #jaemin #na jaemin #chenle #zhong chenle #nct jisung #jisung #park jisung #nct fluff #nct fanfic

[atinylittlepain]

Request: Reader suffers an accident with an infected and ends up full of their blood, so in a horde of infected she manages to go unnoticed and meets some strangers (Joel and Ellie) who were being cornered and saves them, since they did not know the technique of going unnoticed among the zombies. In a universe where they are zombies and not the infected from the last of us. Reader x Joel Miller.

ahhh, this is bringing me back to watching the walking dead as a kid and I love it! I put my own little spin on it, I hope that's ok :) thank you for the request, babe!

A Big Break

Joel Miller x f!reader

warnings | 18+ descriptions of gore and violence, angst, a dash of fluff

joel miller masterlist

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There was no other way. It was damn risky, maybe even idiotic, but Joel knew there was no other way. That’s what he kept telling himself as he and Ellie began to move through the fallen Columbus QZ. Shit had only hit the fan here a month ago, and the damage was still fresh. Bodies scattered the streets, already in various states of decay, most obviously bit and turned as they reached weakly for the pair. Ellie took odd pleasure in stabbing the walkers in the skull (“extra points for eyeball shots, old man”), but Joel was quick to tell her to “cut that shit out” and “keep fucking moving.” 

They hadn’t been together on the road very long at this point. Long enough to lose Tess to a horde. Long enough to realize this wasn’t going to be easy, getting this kid across the damn country. But he had promised Tess, and he couldn’t turn back now, not when there was nothing left for him in Boston. 

Joel was keeping his eyes scanning the storefronts as they skirted through the city. They needed supplies, food mostly, and they needed it badly. He knew that the geeks weren’t much danger, you could out-walk them usually. The problem came when they had numbers. The instant you were cornered, and there were more walkers than you could count on your hands, Joel knew you were shit out of luck. But really, it was humans he was more worried about.

It’s a huge break that they reach the outskirts of the city without any problem, and Joel thinks to himself that something big must have happened here for it to have been so wiped out. Just off the highway, he spots one of those big warehouse stores. It’s a fool’s errand, a store like that had probably been picked over a long time ago, and he’s sure that not everyone that went in came back out. But they’ve only got about another day’s worth of jerky in their packs, and he’s noticed that the hungrier Ellie gets, the more backtalk she dishes out. They skirt down the highway heading toward the store, Ellie asking all kinds of questions as they near the building.

“Why were people so obsessed with toilet paper?” Joel huffs, eyes darting around the crumbling parking lot, scanning for movement and finding nothing.

“Don’t know. People liked stuff back then. Liked having a lot of it. You ask me, I always thought these stores were a scam. Thinking you’re spending less and getting more but you’re really just spending more.” Ellie hums at that, close on Joel’s heel as they sidle up against the building. They both carry hunting knives and flashlights, Joel keeping his rifle slung across his back. The doors have all been busted in, glass crunching under their boots as they step into the dim store. At first glance, it seems clear, Joel can’t hear any of the warbly grunts he’s come to associate with walkers, and he sees no movements amongst the ceiling-high shelves. He lets his light dart across the store, catching motionless bodies down some of the aisles. It seems like they may have gotten another break.

He turns over his shoulder, nodding at Ellie, and the pair start to move further into the store. The lower shelves are all bare, but the higher ones are still packed with stuff. Joel sets his sights down one aisle, the top shelves lined with cans of food. He turns to look at Ellie.

“Think you can get up there, kid?” She grins.

“What? Scared of heights, old man?” He scowls at her smug expression.

“Too old for that shit. I’ll give you a lift up and you toss down whatever you can, alright?” She huffs, already shouldering off her pack. He hoists her up with a groan onto one of the higher shelves, and he’s a little annoyed at how easy she makes it look as she hauls herself up to the top.

They move in tandem, she tosses down cans of food that he catches in an old cardboard box that had been laying on the floor, his knife back in its sheath on his thigh. The heavier the box gets, the more relief floods through Joel’s system. But he’s learned that relief is always short lived in this world.

The thing is, Joel can’t hear out of his right ear. Hasn’t been able to after that stand-off with a group of smugglers. And it’s from his right side that a geek is suddenly on him, causing him to drop the box and stagger back onto the ground. He’s quick to grab his knife and stab the walker through its skull. That’s not his concern though, not when he sees the trickle of walkers starting to shuffle into the store. 

“Ellie, we need to go now.” She sees them just as he does, letting out a low curse as she starts to scramble down the shelves. Joel’s shoving cans into their packs, keeping an eye on the horde, his heart kicking up the nearer they close in. They’re gonna have to gore their way out, there’s too many now to skirt the crowd. 

The store is a cacophony of the garbled groans and grunts of the walkers as Ellie finally hops down onto the floor. As quick as she shrugs back on her pack, the first wave of geeks is on them and the pair have no choice but to start stabbing and struggling towards the exit. But when they’ve barely moved a few feet, the horde seeming to have no end, Joel starts to get worried. He tries to shut off his brain, to just keep running his knife through the geeks, but even he can’t tamp down the fear as they get encircled by the decaying creatures. 

Ellie and he are pressed back to back, frantically killing off the swarming infected, both starting to let the panic wash over them of this reality. Just then, he catches a glint of something through the horde. The blade of a knife. And then he sees the person moving through the horde, seemingly unnoticed by the teeming geeks. They’re wearing what looks like an old, dark red raincoat with the hood pulled up, obscuring their face as they dart through the swarm, making quick work of the walkers who still bizarrely ignore them. Joel realizes that they’re clearing a path for them, and he grabs Ellie’s arm to start shouldering through the infected, following the hooded figure as they start to struggle towards the entrance. It’s damn close to a miracle as they step out into the light of day, and Joel now sees that the person who just saved their asses is a woman, and that the coat she’s wearing is covered in blood and viscera, enough to make even his stomach turn. She glances at them over her shoulder, a silent look that tells them to follow. Maybe it’s just because he’s still shocked by how easily she moved through that horde, but he complies, nodding at Ellie behind him as they silently jog out of the parking lot and down an embankment before they hit the treeline. When they get into the woods, she finally turns, taking down her hood and studying them. Joel’s fingers flex on the strap of his rifle as he holds her gaze.

“Where are you folks headed?” Joel glances at Ellie before looking back at her.

“West. How did you do that?” She grimaces, cocking her hip as she glances between him and Ellie.

“Where west?” Joel huffs.

“Wyoming. Got family there.” It’s not a complete lie, he is going to find Tommy, but not before taking Ellie to those doctors in Utah, information that this stranger certainly doesn’t need to know.

“You’re a long way from Wyoming. You sure that family is still gonna be there?” His jaw ticks under her steely gaze. She shrugs, turning heel and starting to trudge into the forest. For a moment Joel stands unsure what to do, Ellie looking at him questioningly. But then, she turns back around, hollering over her shoulder.

“Y’all coming or not? Look like you could use some rest.” They both stutter into motion, following behind her. Joel figures so long as it’s in the general direction of west, it can’t really hurt. That, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t find out how she did that back there.

They walk for a while, going deeper and deeper into the woods until the sound of running water starts to come closer at hand. As they break through the trees a creek comes into view, a cabin sitting a little ways back from it. 

“Holy shit.” Ellie laughs at the sight, and the woman turns back over her shoulder to grin at them. 

“Found this place just passing through two days ago. Decided to stay a while. Think it was someone’s bug out cabin. There’s cans of food all stacked up in the pantry. Help yourself.” Ellie is already walking toward the cabin, but Joel grabs her arm, pulling her back behind him despite her protests. The woman stills, sizing him up again.

“Why are you helping us?” She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Why shouldn’t I? Y’all bad people or something?” Joel doesn’t say anything, but Ellie pipes up.

“We’re not bad people. Joel’s just an asshole.”

“Ellie.”  The woman laughs at the pair’s interaction.

“Alright then. Joel and Ellie, it’s nice to meet you.” She holds out her hand, but Joel only looks at it. Ellie huffs, coming out from behind him and shaking her hand herself. The woman tells them her name.

“Look, you can do whatever you want. I’m getting out of here tomorrow morning, heading out to Utah, if you care to know. But, you’re welcome to camp out here with me tonight. Wouldn’t mind a little company.” Joel’s ears prick at her mention of Utah, but he keeps his expression steeled. 

“Well, I’m staying the night.” Ellie crosses her arms over her chest, shooting Joel a challenging look. He huffs, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Fine. We’ll, uh, we’ll stay the night, if that’s alright with you. But we’re heading out tomorrow too.” The woman grins, nodding lightly.

“That’s alright with me, Joel.” 

…

Ellie’s first move is to the pantry, finding herself a can of peaches and busting it open with a rock, slurping up the syrup. Joel sits down on the moldering steps of the cabin, watching as the woman goes down to the creek, shrugging out of her gorey jacket and dipping it into the water, scrubbing away at the smeared guts on it. He shuffles down to the water’s edge alongside her, sitting down on a fallen tree and watching her silently work at her jacket. He clears his throat and she turns to look at him.

“What’s in Utah?” Her movements still and she sighs before glancing at him again.

“That kid is right, you do seem like an asshole– but for some reason I feel like being honest with you. Before the Columbus QZ fell, I was a part of the Firefly outpost there, I’m sure you’ve heard of us. We had been radioing with a hospital out in Salt Lake City before shit hit the fan. They’ve, uh, been working on a vaccine, if you can believe it, last I heard they found a kid who’s immune, the real deal.” Joel swallows thickly, not totally believing that she’s actually telling him this.

“Are you a doctor?” She smiles.

“Was supposed to be, had another year left of school when everything– well you know.” He squints at her.

“What kind of doctor?” Her smile crooks and for a moment Joel’s distracted by how pretty she is.

“An epidemiologist, go figure, huh?” He snorts, shaking his head. She sighs.

“Anyways, a couple of us were holed up in the city after everything happened, kept listening to the radio and planned to head out but, uh, I guess I’m the only one who actually made it.” Her face falls, eyes settling on her hands. Joel sighs.

“Since you’re telling me the truth, I might as well do the same. We are headed to Wyoming, but we’re also headed to Utah.” She furrows her brow at him. He jerks his head over his shoulder, gesturing to Ellie who’s still sitting on the porch practically making love to another can of peaches.

“That kid? I’m pretty sure that’s the one you heard about over the radio.” Her eyes widen, jaw falling slack. Joel just nods.

“I’ve seen the scar myself. She is the real deal.” She lets out an incredulous laugh.

“Well then I guess I’m glad I decided to see what all the ruckus was about at that Costco.” Joel laughs at that, trying to tamp down the warmth that’s spreading through his chest at the sight of her grin. He shakes his head, trying to refocus.

“You know, I’m still wondering how you did that. Those geeks weren’t even glancing at you.” She quirks an eyebrow at him, lifting up her now clean jacket. Joel’s brow furrows.

“What, like camouflage?” She shrugs, laying the jacket out on a rock before sitting down beside him, their legs barely brushing.

“Something like that. Whatever this thing is, we’re pretty sure it’s a virus. Not airborne obviously, something more like a stomach flu that has to pass through a mucous membrane of some kind.” She glances at him to see if he’s following and he nods.

“Well, the only goal of a virus is to make more of itself, right? So, that virus is gonna be looking for hosts, organisms that aren’t already tagged by it. It was a shot in the dark, really, but I figured if I walked around with a nice coating of the virus all the time, all those stumbling hosts weren’t gonna pay me any mind, and I was right.” The explanation goes just a little over Joel’s head, and she seems to be able to tell, laughing lightly. He’d be hard pressed to admit how the sound is making a blush creep up his neck.

“Sorry, that was probably more of an explanation than you wanted. But, yeah, it works. You just gotta make sure you don’t get any of that gunk in any cuts or your eyes and stuff, but otherwise it’s damn good protection.” Joel huffs, nodding as he glances at her.

“Never seen anything like that before. It’s impressive– that you figured that out.” She shrugs, getting back up to collect her jacket. Joel speaks before he can even think about it.

“If we’re headed the same way, we might as well stick together. Might not be as smart as you, but I’m good on the road, and the kid is too.” They both glance behind them at Ellie. She’s on her third can of peaches. Joel turns back to her and she laughs at his exasperated expression.

“Alright, Joel– wait, what’s your last name?” He feels the smile spreading across his face as he holds out his hand to her.

“Miller, Joel Miller.” She grins, clasping his hand. His heart kicks at the squeeze she gives him.

“Joel Miller, looks like we’re walking to Utah together.”

…

They share a makeshift dinner of canned beans and vegetables, Joel having cut Ellie off from the peaches to get something other than sugar into her stomach. The girl promptly conks out inside, and Joel offers to take the first watch of the night. She still follows him out, leaving Ellie lightly snoring in her sleeping bag. They sit down together on the steps outside the cabin and she offers him a small flask she pulled out of her back pocket. He raises an eyebrow at her, but she just grins, pushing the flask into his hand. He takes a swig, letting the burn thrum down his throat before passing it back to her, the warmth that her fingertips brushing his sparks up his arm far better than anything booze could ever create. She grins around her own gulp before screwing the cap back on and tucking the flask away. 

Joel is finding that he can’t take his eyes off her, the way her features are limned in moonlight, the slight smile tugging at her lips. He really needs to stop looking at her lips. He feels like he’s losing his mind, how quickly he seems to be getting tangled up with this woman. It’s easier to just chalk it up to the physicality of it all. She’s there, she’s warm, she’s pretty, she’s smart– he’s a damn fool. He clears his throat, trying to shake his brain free of these stupid thoughts.

“So you were really gonna study diseases? That’s what you wanted to do?” She snorts, resting her cheek on her shoulder as she turns to look at him.

“That was the plan. Although, I guess in a way I’m still doing that, just with one very weird disease.” He huffs out a laugh at that.

“Do you really think these people– these doctors– do you think they can find a cure?” She scrunches up her face.

“Not a cure– a vaccine. If it is a virus, and Ellie really is immune, her blood could be the golden ticket.” Joel shifts slightly to face her, their knees brushing. She grins.

“I won’t give you another medical lecture about how that would work. But, if what you told me is true, it will work.” Joel nods.

“Wouldn’t mind another medical lecture, for the record.” She quirks her brow at him.

“Oh, you wouldn’t? I’ll have to remember that.” Now Joel knows he’s going crazy because there’s no way in hell she’s actually flirting back, right? His head is swimming, exhausted from the long day and just slightly buzzed from whatever she had in that flask and it’s making him throw caution to the wind.

“I’d probably listen to just about anything you have to say.” He flushes the instant the words leave his mouth, but she just grins brightly.

“Well, maybe you aren’t an asshole after all, Joel Miller.” He winces as she laughs.

“I’m sorry about earlier– it’s just–” She cuts him off, resting her hand on his knee and squeezing lightly.

“Don’t have to apologize– I understand. You gotta look out for you and yours.” He presses his lips in a thin line holding her gaze. And then, Joel feels like his heart is going to explode when she carefully brings one hand to his jaw, leaning closer to him.

“It’s ok if you can’t believe what I’m about to say, at least not yet. But you can trust me, Joel. I’ll help you get her there as best I can.” He swallows thickly, nodding.

“We’ll get her there together, I guess.” She smiles at his words, dipping in and laying a sweet kiss on his cheek that sends a jolt up his spine. When she pulls away, she snorts at his agape expression. He collects himself enough to speak.

“What was that for?” She grins.

“For not being an asshole.” Before he can reply, she briskly gets up, turning and walking back into the cabin after speaking to him over her shoulder.

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THE TROUBLE WITH COYOTES

DARK STEVE (AU) X READER

YOU HAVE CAR TROUBLE AND IT'S STEVE TO THE RESCUE, OR NOT. (I SUCK AT SUMMARIES LOL)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, NON-CON, NON-CON/VAGINAL SEX/VAGINAL PENETRATION BY A FOREIGN OBJECT/MEAN STEVE/ASSHOLE STEVE/ORAL SEX (MALE RECEIVING)/ANAL SEX/SLAPPING/CHOKING/USE OF THE WORD RAPE/SPIT(LUBRICATION PURPOSE ONLY)/CAR SEX/CHEATING/BREEDING KINK/DEGRADATION/BLACKMAIL/REVENGE PORN(?)/NON-CON

AS ALWAYS THIS IS STRICTLY 18 + ONLY

I HAVE TO GIVE YOU A HUGE THANK YOU TO @caffiend-queen. WITHOUT THEIR ADVICE, COMMENTS, SUGGESTIONS, ADVICE, ENCOURAGEMENT AND JUST OVERALL BEING AN ABSOUTELY FANTASTIC FRIEND I PROBABLY WOULDN'T BE WRITING ANYTHING. WORDS CAN'T EXPRESS HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU TAKING TIME TO DEAL WITH MY CRAP.

“Car trouble?”

“Uh”

Your first instinct was to lie but looking around there really was no other plausible explanation for you to be stopped, in the dark, on the side of barely two lane gravel road.

For the millionth time you wondered why the fuck Betsy had decided to get engaged and move to the middle of Fucking Nowhere Kansas.

She’d blamed it on “Country Boy Dick” which must have been damned impressive to make her give up Neiman’s and the Smithsonian. 

“Hello.”

“Oh, uh, sorry. Yeah, I guess so.”

The stranger pulled ahead of your car, executed a perfect three point turn and parked facing your dead vehicle. 

“What happened?”

“I have no idea. It started making a weird noise and then it just stopped.”

Your words trailed off as you got a good look at the driver. 

He was tall, hair buzzed, dark stubble covering his face. 

A grimy, yet somehow still clean, tank top that revealed nicely defined abs, peeked out from under a rugged brown leather jacket. 

Battered jeans, that had no business being that snug on his crotch and thighs, completed the ensemble.  

Goddamn. 

“Country Boy Dick” didn’t seem like such a lame excuse anymore. 

“Hey, Hello?”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you could pop the hood for me.”

A lazy, knowing smile formed on his lips. 

Mortified at being caught gawking, you opened the driver’s side door.

Peering in you looked for something that might “pop the hood” whatever the hell that was. 

“You aren’t from around here are you.”

Whirling around, you found him standing right behind you, your bodies almost touching. 

You scooted down car, a tiny warning bell tinkling in your head. 

“Oh, hey.”

He raised his hands up.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. My name’s Steve.”

Reaching under the dash of your car he pressed a button.

He strode to the hood, lifting it up. 

“What’s your name?”

“Uh, it’s Meredith.”

No way in hell were you giving a complete stranger your real name, smoking hot or not. 

“Well, Meredith,” by the way he emphasized your name you knew he knew you had lied, “your timing belt snapped off.”

“Fucking great.”

You kicked the back tire. 

“Ok, thanks for trying Scott. I’ll call Triple A.”

“It’s Steve.”

“Excuse me?”

“Steve. It’s my name Meredith.”

A tiny bit creeped out, you faked a smile.

“Sorry Steve. I suck at remembering names. I’m just gonna call Triple A and…”

“I hate to tell you but the only tow truck for miles is owned by Jake Plessy. And seeing how it’s Friday night I imagine he’s sitting at Rooster’s at least half a bottle in of Jim Beam. You’ll be lucky if he can find his rig before morning.”

“Ok, so, well I’ll call 911.”

Steve laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

You were in no mood for this bullshit. 

“Sorry, it’s not funny, but Sheriff Wison is probably sitting right next to Plessy. You might get lucky and catch a State Trooper on patrol, otherwise their closest substation is over an hour away. Or…”

“Or what.”

“Or you could let me give you a ride into town.”

“I think I’ll wait for the police. I mean, I appreciate the offer, uh, Steve, I really do but it’s a rental and I don’t want to just leave it.”

Steve let the hood drop with a bang. 

You jumped, flinching at the sound. 

“Suit yourself. Make sure you stay in your car. Lot’s of coyotes out on a night like this.”

“Coyotes?”

Right on que a howl drifted across the air. 

“Yeah, but don’t worry. They’re more scared of you than you are of them. Normally.”

“Normally?”

Your voice squeaked. 

“It’s been a bad summer. They like to pick off the weak. But you should be fine. Have a good night.”

Steve opened his car door. 

Looking around you noticed just how absolutely alone you were out here, in the dark. 

“Uh, wait. I’ll uh, I’ll take that ride. 

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It’s alright if you love me

It’s alright if you don’t

I’m not afraid of you runnin away honey

I get the feeling you won’t

Say there ain’t no use in pretending

Your eyes give you away

Something inside you is feeling like I do

We said all there is to say

Baby

Breakdown, go ahead and give it to me

Breakdown, honey, take me through the night. 

The music spilling from the speakers coupled with the steady motion of Steve’s car had almost lulled you to sleep.

Vaguely you wondered why he had turned off the main road thirty minutes or so ago. 

You were almost certain Betsy's directions had you staying straight after turning off the highway. 

Looking back out the passenger window you watched the flat land pass by. 

It was almost hypnotic with nothing to break the view. 

Your eyes started to droop shut.

The sudden stop locked your seatbelt, pitching you forward.

“What the hell?”

Steve was facing you, the dashboard lights bathing him in a satanic-esque glow.

“What’s going on, is everything ok?”

“That,” his hand massaged a noticeable bulge under his zipper, “depends on you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Big city girl never heard of put out or get out?”

He unzipped his jeans, lifting his hips to free his cock. 

You inhaled sharply at the sight of the large appendage, crimson tinted head shiny with pre-cum.

“You putting out or getting out sweetheart? Town’s a good 20 miles North of here.

You stared out the windshield.

The moon was a pale sliver illuminating nothing. 

“Fine,” you huffed, bending towards him.

“Hey.”

“Wha…”

SMACK

Steve slapped you.

“No teeth. You understand.”

“Yeah…I… Yeah, I understand,” you stammered.

“Then get to it.”

Leaning down, you took a tentative lick.

Determined to get it over quickly, you attacked his cock, head bobbing, cheeks hollowed, hand twisting at the base.

Steve gripped the back of your head pressing you down.

You gagged around him, hands beating his chest.

He pulled you up only to force you down again, repeating until you caught his rhythm, doing your best to take all of him, adding a swirl on each upstroke.

You prepared yourself to swallow, instead he shoved you away.

“Strip.”

“Nuh Uh. No fucking way. I’ll give you a blowjob but that’s…..”

He held up his phone.

A video of you between his legs flared on the screen.

“Poor Betsy. Imagine how hurt she’ll be when she sees her best friend slobbering all over her future husband’s knob.”

Your eyes grew wide.

“How did you..No..no..this isn’t happening. She wouldn’t…”

Steve lurched across the seats, pinning you by the throat to the passenger door, head hitting the window.

“Yeah she would. She believes every word I say. I walk on water as far as that dumb bitch is concerned,” he sneered, “Good thing her mom’s loaded huh? Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stand her.”

You batted at his arm.

“Let me go you son of a…….”

He tightened his grip.

“Or how about I send this to that hot shot Senator you work for? How long do you think it’d take Mr Family Values to fire your skanky ass?”

Eyes now the shape of saucers you croaked, “How do you know…”

“SHUT UP!,” he bellowed in your face, spittle flying.

“I know because Betsy never shuts the fuck up either. Your big career, your fancy apartment, all the parties you took her to. All I ever hear about is you.”

Steve scowled, pure hate emanating from his voice.

“But she’s mine now. It’ll suck when she finds out you seduced me, I mean I couldn’t keep you off my dick, practically raped me.”

“Or,” he leaned in, “We could have a little fun and no one would have to know.”

He caressed your cheek.

“Yes or no, I ain’t got all night.”

Too stunned to speak, you nodded your head.

“Good girl.”

Settling back in the driver’s seat, he gazed at you expectantly.

Shaking, you removed the knee high leopard print boots, black leggings and oversized black Cashmere sweater, leaving on the pink, lace edged balconette bra and matching thong.

Steve raised his eyebrows in a show of impatience.  

WIth a defeated sigh, you finished undressing.

You shivered even though the engine was still running, heat pouring from the vents.

Sliding closer, he pawed at your tits, one hand dropping to your apex.

His touch was crude, rough, devoid of any finesse. 

He shoved two fingers in your dry channel.

You gritted your teeth.

His mouth descended to your chest, laving and biting the nipples.

Graciously, your body provided some lubrication, Steve’s fingers finding less resistance.

By pure chance his thumb brushed your clit, stomach instinctively contracting.

Like a kid with a new found toy, Steve played with your nub, his harsh touch firing your senses.

You squirmed, embarrassed, his attention firmly on the bundle of nerves. 

He rubbed faster, callused fingers contrasting with the smoother skin.

Heat built, a sure sign of an impending orgasm. 

Horrified at your body’s betrayal, you fought to keep it at bay.

It was a losing battle.

The orgasm washed over you in soft waves, a small moan escaping your locked jaw.

Furious at your internal treason, you elbowed him away.

“Sit down,” you hissed, obviously intending to ride him.

“Not yet. I’ve got a better idea.”

Steve gestured to the hard, plastic shifter. 

You recoiled, revolted at the thought.

“Are you insane? I’m not doing that, no fucking way.”

“Fine.”

He snatched your clothes, tossing them from the car.

“Start walking. By the time you make it to town everyone will know what a whore you are.”

The slump of your shoulders signaled your surrender.

“I don’t…” you fought back tears, “I ..how do I..”

Steve spit on the handle.

“Figure it out before I get bored and leave you here anyway.”

Softly crying, you positioned a knee on each bucket seat, arms braced on the dashboard.

Oh so carefully you descended, unable to stifle a whimper of pain.

He palmed his cock, licking his lips.

“Go on, I wanna see you ride it.”

You bounced haltingly, hyperaware not to take the object too deep.

Steve stomped on the gas pedal, the revving engine vibrating the shifter, sending sparks shooting from your core. 

Shame burned bright with the fresh slick that coated the plastic.

“Holy shit,” Steve muttered, voice low with lust.

He slid a hand between your legs, circling your clit causing you to gasp at the duel sensations. 

“Dirty slut. You’re getting off on this.”

You shook your head, silently pleading with your deceitful body.

Unfortunately, it had other plans.

Muscles tensed as you came again, stronger than the last, Steve supporting you as you shook with tremors.

Your humiliated bliss was short lived. 

“Move.”

Hesitation earned you another slap.

Extricating yourself, he opened the driver’s door, dragging you with him. 

Turning you around, Steve shoved your face down, leaving your lower half exposed, legs straight, ass in the air, gravel cutting the soles of your bare feet.

You stifled a scream as buried his cock in one brutal shove, stretching your walls to their limit. 

He clutched your hips, holding you steady.

“Fucking hell, I didn’t think your pussy’d be so tight.”

“Just,” you hiccuped, “Just hurry up.”

Instantly he changed pace. 

He leisurely slid back and forth, bumping your g-spot.

“Maybe I’ll cum inside you,” he mused.

“No, God no,” you blubbered, “Don’t..don’t do that.”

You reared up, trying to escape but Steve held you in place, your struggles egging him on.

“Been trying to knock Betsy up for a few months, insurance policy so’s she don’t leave.”

Tears streaming, you begged, “Don’t do this…I’m not on anything.”

“I bet you’d be cute, all fat, tits swelled up.”

“Please, please, please,” you sobbed, “Please don’t.”

The head of his cock nudged your puckered hole.

This time you couldn’t contain the scream.

Snot and tears mingled on your face.

“Poor baby, I thought you’d like taking a dick in the ass.”

He thrusted deeper, gaining enjoyment from your pain.

“Ass or cunt? Your choice. Either way I’m blowing a load in you.”

Picking the lesser of two evils you whispered.

“Ass.”

“Good choice.”

Forcing your body to relax, you swept a finger across your still sensitive nub, praying for a distraction. 

“Piece of friendly advice Sweetheart.”

He punctuated the words with the snap of his hips. 

“Don’t leave your car alone at strange gas stations.”

You wanted to rage at his revelation, howl at the moon for this cruel twist.

Steve fucked you mercilessly, bruises forming on your hip and ass.

You lashed at your clit, shutting out everything  but the blooming pleasure.

Unbidden, your hips rocked to meet his body, caught in spasms as you came.

He followed, hips pumping erratically, rope after rope of warm, sticky cum coating your insides. 

Sated, he withdrew, buckling his jeans, tossing your clothes at your feet.

You dressed, shuddering both from the cold and his assault, folding yourself gingerly back in the passenger seat. 

“Check this out,”

You glanced over, eyes dull from crying.

Your mouth dropped open.

Another video, this time of you riding the shifter to orgasm, displayed.

“You fucking asshole,” you shrieked, pummeling him with your fists, “You said…”

“I didn’t say shit,” he smirked again, holding the phone just out of your reach, “It’s a  little extra motivation to keep your trap shut. I mean who knows, I might wanna get my dick wet again before you leave.”

You dove for the phone, managing to bite his wrist, drawing blood.

“Fucking cunt!”

He dropped the phone, wrapping both hands around your throat.

“I own you bitch! You hear me! I’ll post this on PornHub. You won’t be so high and mighty then will you!”

The fight left with each denied breath, until you laid still, tears once more flowing down your face.

Steve let go, straightened his jacket, popping the car in gear.

He sped off, humming along to the radio.

Curling into a ball, you stared blankly out the window, wishing in vain you’d taken your chance with the coyotes. 

Breakdown/Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers/1976

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Swagger Bishie 22 bc you can *slay* that

22- Kisses in the Rain

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If the school had been smart, they would've canceled the trip. It only made sense; bad rainstorm plus field trip to the closest state park equaled bad idea. But Casper High was clearly not smart, and so here they were, soaking wet, caked in mud, cold, and miserable. At least, most of them were cold. It was at times like these that Danny was grateful that he couldn't get cold.

If the park ranger had been interesting, maybe there would be a bright side to the whole thing, but the guy who was tasked with guiding them clearly was just as miserable as the whole lot. He wasn't loud enough to be heard over the pouring rain anyway. It did mean that Mr. Lancer couldn't be mad that the class had split into their own smaller groups to talk.

Sam and Tucker had gotten into a heated debate about conservation. Or it had started as conservation, but now it sounded a bit more like if a squirrel could take a raccoon in a fight. Either way, it was a heated debate that Danny wanted no part in, so he had let them walk ahead of him and fallen a few steps behind.

A hand found his as Dash matched his stride. "Hi," he said, just loud enough for Danny to hear him over the rain.

"Hi," Danny replied, slightly louder. His hearing was better than Dash's, and they both knew it.

"You should totally do the thing," Dash said.

"I'm not going to do the thing," Danny said, rolling his eyes.

"Why not?" Dash pouted. "It's like you want me to get sick."

"I do not want you to get sick," Danny said. "I just don't want anyone to notice that we're dry and they aren't."

"I can't believe that my boyfriend wants me to get sick," Dash complained as if he hadn't heard a word Danny had said. "And only a few days before the big game too."

Danny shifted his weight to push his shoulder into Dash's side. "You say every game is the big game."

"That's because they are!" Dash argued. "Every game is a big game, which is why I need you there at every game."

"I'd be there whether its a big game or not," Danny pointed out.

"And I appreciate it," Dash replied. "But you won't need to be there if I end up sick from all this rain!"

"You're not going to get sick!" Danny said with a laugh.

"I won't if you do the thing," Dash said.

Danny rolled his eyes one last time before letting intangibility wash over himself, through their connected hands, and over Dash. All of the water that had collected in their clothing fell to the ground in one big sploosh, but it was completely hidden by the still pouring rain. Danny kept the intangibility up, letting them walk completely dry.

"I'm dropping this before we get back to the lodge," Danny said. "I don't want anyone else to notice."

Dash waved his free hand dismissively. "Yeah, that's fair. But isn't this nicer?"

"Yeah, you're right," Danny agreed. "So what are you going to do to thank me?"

"Why do I have to do that?" Dash said. "You're dry now too."

"I was perfectly fine getting wet," Danny said.

"That's what she said," Dash interrupted.

Danny ignored it. "You were the one who wanted to be dry so badly."

"Fine," Dash said. He leaned down just enough to kiss Danny on the cheek before straightening again. "Happy now?"

Danny hummed thoughtfully. "For now. You will need to do more than just that."

"You drive a hard bargain," Dash said.

"I can let you go right now," Danny replied. "Then you won't need to repay me at all."

Dash's grip tightened. "I didn't say you should do that."

"That's what I thought."

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