#Dani's House of Pizza

[kopilot-pop]

[New Jeans x Oldest Member! Reader] - #2

- imagine.

Summary: You’re the oldest member in NJ. That means alot of adoration coming from your younger members. (These are just a bunch of short moments with NJ and oldest member)

A/N: Hey I’m back with another one lol. Sorry for the long wait! This one’s (I think) a bit shorter, but hey who cares. It’s mainly fluff but I decided to write angst in the end so beware of that! Love y’all

Warnings: overworking, physical abuse, breakdowns, etc. Don’t get scared it’s like 3/4 fluff

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#1

"Hey unnie are you-"

Haerin opened your door for the tenth time this week, and just like the other times, you weren't in your room. The girl let out a frustrated groan.

Recently, you've been hanging out at Nmixx's dorms alot.

It started when you became close friends with Haewon (having been the same age) at a festival. Thanks to Haewon, you became close with Lily, and soon you had the 4 other members surrounding you with the same adoring eyes you always see on your members.

It was cute to be honest.

But wanna know who didn't find them cute?

Every single person at your house.

"WHY IS SHE NOT HOME AGAIN-"

"Okay, Hanni calm do-"

"CALM DOWN?! SHE'S CHEATING ON US!"

"What- NOBODY'S DATING EACHOTHER."

"IT'S STILL CHEATING!!"

The short girl was having a tantrum on the couch, with Minji barely stopping her from barging into Nmixx's dorm. However, since this is the 5th time this week you're at their house, Minji is currently considering barging in with Hanni.

"...Does she not like us anymore..."

Another slumped body rolled onto the couch.

"DANI NO-"

"Maybe I was too clingy.. Maybe we should let her go... Let her move onto better things.."

"WHY ARE YOU GUYS ALL ACTING LIKE A TEEN GOING THROUGH A BREAKUP!?"

"Yeah, Y/n deserves better..."

"DANIELLE!"

Minji pinched her temple when she heard another person throwing a tantrum in the kitchen. Hyein slammed the fridge door in frustration, causing the whole room to shake. She had a prominent pout on her face, sipping on the Caprisun in her hands (which you bought by the way).

She was grumbling something about Nmixx and how much 'I'm cuter than their maknae', causing Minji to let out an exasperated laugh.

"Everyone calm down!! Y/n told me she's gonna be home soon so-"

"I'm home right now, so..."

You stood at the hallway, watching the three members having a near-breakdown over your absence.

All four of them ran into your body, capturing you in a hug.

“UNNIE!! Why did you take so looong..”

Hyein - being taller than you - was practically carrying your whole body in her arms.

“I was gone for like 3 hours..”

“Way too long if you ask me.”

“But-”

“WAY too long.”

You let out a sigh, “Well, you guys better get used to it then, because I’m visiting them next we-”

“HUH?”

“Yeah, we’re having pizza-”

“PIZZA?! WITHOUT US?? HOW COULD YOU?!”

Minji let out a loud groan, hurriedly leaving you to deal with the children.

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#2

“How was your first impression of each other?”

The young man sitting on the sofa was smiling, clearly excited to be interviewing one of the most famous k-pop groups of 2023.

His question wasn’t something new, but it was the first time you guys have been asked it.

You picked up the microphone first, “Well, personally, I just thought all of them were really pretty so…”

The studio filled with laughter from your statement.

“Ah, well then, let’s ask our pretty girls. What did you guys think of Y/n the first time you saw her?”

Hyein was the first to be given the microphone.

“……..Scary.”

“What?!”

The other girls agreed, causing you to look at them in disbelief.

“I was not scary!”

“You were really scary! You were wearing a hat that covered your face and you had a really deep voice!!”

“I had a sore throat that day!”

“You always have a deep voice though?” Hanni teased.

You let out a frustrated groan. “I brought snacks that day! I thought I made a really good impression..” You pouted at Danielle causing the girl to squeal.

“You did in the end! It was just your first look that was really scary. Now you’re just a really big puppy in our eyes.”

The whole group hummed in agreement.

“Hey, wait! I’m not a puppy!”

“Yeah, exactly. You’re not just a puppy. You’re a really big puppy.” Haerin commented with the same expression she always made when teasing you.

Flustered, touched(?), and clearly not used to this kind of treatment by your ‘kiddos’, you let out an awkward cough, causing the interviewer to laugh.

“Haha, I can tell that they really adore you Y/n!”

You can’t contain a smile this time.

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#3

“UNNIE! Do you know where my leather jacket is?!”

It was currently 11:24. Haerin excitedly told you for weeks on end about appearing in Euchae’s Star Diary, and today was finally the day.

Apparently, it was a special episode, with Eunchae, Kyujin, and her going around like a small hangout. The crew apparently wanted a ‘natural vibe’, which meant the girls could choose what kind of outfits they want to wear.

Haerin kept you up all night to pick out an outfit, but apparently she needed her favorite leather jacket - with the star patches - to complete the look.

“Didn’t you leave it at the company last week?”

She let out a soft gasp, immediately followed by a prominent pout on her lips.

“Ah.. but I really wanted a leather jacket to go with this..” She tugged at the shirt she was wearing. After a few second of watching her sulk, you grabbed your own jacket and threw it over her shoulder.

“How about this one?”

Haerin let out a giggle, “Hmm.. I think this might be better than the star one..!”

“It’s settled then. Come on, our manager’s probably waiting for you downstairs.”

“Oh, can I really borrow it?”

“Of course. If you don’t plan on throwing it in the sea, you can wear it as much as you want.”

You watched as a tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“….”

“Did you forget something, bub?”

Haerin stood at the entrance, hesitantly looking at you and her feet.

“….s.”

“Hmm?”

“….Thanks… for helping me out…..I’ll see you later!!”

She burst through the front door, leaving you dumb founded. After a few second to process everything, you finally let out a loud laugh.

“Not a problem, kitty.”

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#4

You were tired, that's for sure.

It's approximately 14 days and 3 hours away from your group's comeback. And you've been a mess for approximately 30 days.

Being the oldest meant alot of pressure onto you from the company. For a while, the pressure was always on Minji, but ever since you stumbled into her crying after being yelled at by the choreographer, you decided take charge a bit more.

Being screamed at was fine - it's you or the others, and you'll gladly be the victim if it meant the girls weren't. Being forced to attend meetings at midnight was fine - you're already high on caffeine. Fuck it - having a clip board thrown into your shoulder was fine and even being slapped by a random producer was fine.

At least in the moment it was.

Everything all came back to you in the dorms.

When the effects of the energy drink you chugged flushes out and when the ringing in your ears changes into the sounds of Hanni's favorite TV show, you finally feel the burning sensation on your right cheek.

That day was the first time your members saw you cry.

Hyein was barely awake, having been waiting for you to come home. She dragged her feet towards the front door when she heard you unlock it.

You simply stood there, tears streaming down your face.

The maknae took a few moments to shake off the sleep left in her body and immediately took you into her arms.

"Wha- it's okay, it's okay unnie. C'mon I'm here..."

You sobbed uncontrollably, clutching onto the younger's body like she would fade away if you let go even for a moment.

Hyein was confused (I mean she woke up like 5 minutes ago), but all she cared about was the fact her unnie - the strongest person she knew - was having a breakdown, barely a feet inside the house.

You think you passed out from exhaustion in her arms.

When you gained consciousness again, you were in your bed. Hyein was underneath you (most likely unable to leave because of your hands clutching onto her pajamas) and through bleary eyes, you could see Danielle cuddled up right next to the two of you.

With her hand tightly gripping onto the pajamas somebody changed you into.

"Oh, you're awake."

Minji was in the doorway with a tray of food and a plastic box.

You pushed yourself off of the maknae and sat on the ledge of the bed.

"Yeah, um.." Your voice cracked immediately, making Minji let out a chuckle.

"I brought you breakfast? If you want some, of course."

"I.. I'd love to. Thanks bub."

After a few moments of silence, Minji finally decided to start a conversation.

"So... How are you feeling?"

"Haha... I'm not sure actually." You let out a nervous laugh.

As you played with your food, you could sense Minji's eyes boring into you. What you couldn't sense was her grabbing your face, and wiping it down with a wet towel she brought.

"Agh- what are you doin-"

"What happened to your face?"

Silence, again.

"What about your shoulder? Why is it bruised like that?"

Ah, so she changed your clothes.

"...I don't want to talk about it."

You could see her eyebrows furrow. She clearly doesn't like your answer, but doesn't want to pry any farther. At least not right now.

Minji lets out a sigh, "Fine."

"I'm okay Minj-"

"We know you're not."

She starts adding ointment onto your her hand, rubbing it onto your burning face.

"And it's fine if you're not ready to tell us."

You stare into her eyes.

"But just... I just want you to know, we're always here... Always."

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#new jeans #fanfic #danielle marsh #danielle x reader #haerin #haerin x reader #hanni #hanni x reader #hyein #hyein x reader #minji x reader #minji #new jeans fic #new jeans x reader #new jeans imagines #newjeans

[ilovefanficbooks]

If You Dance I'll Dance (Apolo Hidalgo X Reader)

Summary : A dance is coming up and Apolo wants to asked Y/n but she's already got a date, but Y/n wants to go with Apolo

Warning: jealous, kissing, fighting

Pronouns: she / her

Paring: Apolo Hidalgo and Y/N Y/L/N

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Y/N Pov

Tonight is the day of the dance I don't really want to go to this stupid dance but my friend Dani instead I go to this. All I want to do is order pizza and watch movies til I fall asleep.

But other things is that I don't want to get my heart broken by a serton Hidalgo boy. He is too young for me to go out but I can't help but feel this feeling in my stomach.

"So you go a date tonight?" Dani asked as I close my locker to face Dani and Raquel my other best friend.

"Does it matter if I have a date?" I asked raising a brow. Dani looking at me with the look saying you-need-a-date-or-else.

"Tonight is the last night to be free!" Dani told me throwing her arms in the air.

I cross my arms and lean against the wall while my two friends stand in front of me.

"I don't even want to go with anyone" I told them which that was a lie as I want to go with Apolo but again I don't want too.

"What about Apolo? You too are quiet close why don't you asked him to the dance?" Raquel said. I shut my eyes for sec wishing Raquel never said that.

Since Raquel is with Ares she has made me and Dani hanging out with at he's house with Apol there.

"Raquel he's 16 and I'm 18!" I said throwing my arms in the air.

"So?" Raquel said with a brow raise.

"So! I can't go with a minor what would everyone say?" I said looking around in the hall.

"Fuck everyone" Raquel said while she tries to give me a gentle smile.

"No I can't " I said shaking my head. I look to the side to she my class mate Dylan walking with a smile on my face and the only way to get out of this Apolo situation us to go with someone else.

"Dylan!" I called out. He turn to me with the same smile he has on all the time.

"Yeah" He said. Raquel and Dani looked at me confuse what I am doing but I ignored them.

"Got a date tonight?" I asked but he shakes he's head no.

"Well you can be mine meet you at six in the gym" I said with a smile. Dylan chuckle and gave me a wink.

As he walked away I turn back to the girls that have a shock and scared dace on.

"What?" I asked them.

"You that was Dylan and you know what he is like with girls!?" Dani said pointed out. I rolled my eyes that they would believe those rumours.

"Those are just rumours" I said rolling my eyes.

"I still think you should of when with Apolo" Raquel said making me huff.

"Speak of the devil" Dani said.

I turn around to see Apolo walking down the hall with a pair of flowers in her hand with that stupid smile he has on.

Well shit.

Apolo Pov

I was walking down the halls with some flowers in my hand. I am going to asked Y/N to the dance and may be tonight to asked her to be my girlfriend.

I have been crushing on her for so long now, since I moved schools and Raquel invite her out I just can't stop this feeling inside me.

I see her standing against the wall with Raquel and Dani there talking. Her hair flow down her back makes me want to just touch it. Smell it.

She sees me coming as she rolled her eyes as I came to stop in front of her.

"Hey Y/N" I said scratching my neck and start to go red.

My hands start to go clammy from being nervous around her. I am always nervous around her.

"Apolo" She said but she sound annoyed.

"I was wondering-" I was cut of when Y/N pulled my arm and dragged me into the near toilet. Not the boys toilet. THE GIRLS!

Y/N check if anyone is in here but it's empty. I when red as I'm in the girls toilet, with the girl I like, alone, with her!

"I know what you are you g to say Apolo" She said crossing her arms.

I gave a smile and hope for answer would be yes.

"So will you?" I asked with the flowers out for her to take.

She looks at me in my brown eyes and gave a guilty and sorrow look.

"Apolo... You are only 16 I'm 18 people will think it's weird and I don't know what you want me to say" Y/N said as my smile vanish.

"I don't care about everyone only you I care about " I said trying to reason with her.

"Apolo you may believe in love. But I don't and I can't go with you because... I am going with someone else I'm sorry " Y/N said giving me a sad look.

I lost my chance with her. Someone had to come in and take her. And even my heart is been taken over this girl.

"I'm sorry Apolo" Dhe said yet again and then she ran out the door.

I let her slip away and I feel as I crumbled underground.

Y/N Pov

I was raised to not hurt anyone. I was raise better then this and yet I hurt a sweet innocent boy that just wants to go to the dance with me.

I don't even feel like dancing or do anything and here I stand in a pretty dress on, makeup and hair done with a bord face on while Dylan stand next to me with the both of us not saying anything.

I keep looking around in hope to see those chocolate innocent eyes show up. I wish I said yes but my gut told me know. Maybe I'm scared to get in a relationship. I never believe in love but why do I feel these feelings to Apolo?

"Do you want to dance?" Dylan asked me at that time I saw him. Taking with he's brother that jas he's arm around Raquel. All I hope I was standing next to him.

"Sure" I said forcing a smile on my face.

Dylan bring me to the dance floor and both of us dance to the slow song playing. But I feel weird being touch by a different guy I don't want is wrong.

All I can think about is all the things me and Apolo have spend together during the months at he's house. All the laughs we gas laugh, the talks we had not shut up.

I now look over at Apolo and he is looking back at me but those eyes look sad, I can almost see tears going to pour out he's eyes.

I can't take it no more. I want Apolo I don't care anymore if anyone don't like it I think I want Apolo as I know he wants me.

"Stop" I said pushing Dylan out of my arms.

"I'm sorry but my heart wants someone else and its not you" I told Dylan. He chuckle at what I said.

"You made a bad mistake " He said as I turn my back about to go and find Apolo.

"Come back here" Dylan said grabbing my arm way to tight. I want to scream for someone but I can't get it out.

"Let go!" i aaud loud enough but he won't listen. I try to fight but Dylan is too strong.

Dani and Raquel we're right oh why did I not listen to them.

"She said let go!" I heard the voice of Apolo say behind me. I look iced my shoulders and see Apolo standing there with Raquel and Ares with a look that could kill someone.

"Oh sorry didn't know this whore was uses" Dylan said as my lips wide open.

Before anyone can say anything Dylan was then punch in the face by Ares. My wrist was release as I came to stand next to Apolo who wrapped he's arm around my waist.

"Say that again to her and you won't just have me to deal with" Ares said standing up where Dylan lay on the floor.

"Or what you going to do Hidalgo?" Dylan spat out.

"You won't just have to deal with the Hidalgo's you will gave to deal with me dickhead" Dani said with one of her show in her hand.

Dani had a mean smile plant on her face that could kill you and a you-hurt-my-girl-your-dead look on her face.

"I suggest you run" I said.

And that time Dani start chasing Dylan with a shoe in her hand as Dylan scream like a girl begging for mercy.

And the end Dani throw her shoe at Dylan that hit him on her head as Dylan left the gym. We were all laughing when Dani came back over.

"You okay?" Dani asked me hugging me.

"I am now" I said with a smile on my face.

"Y/N" Apolo asked as I turn to look at him.

"Would you like to dance?" Apolo asked with a shy smile on.

"Yes" I said taking he's hand.

We both walked to the floor and my arms inmidly wrapped around he's neck and we both lean our forehead against each other.

I can feel my heart beating face and I'm sure Apolo can as well. And all of a sudden I just blur out what I have been keeping locked down me.

"I love you " I said. Apolo wet he's perfect red lips while looking me in the eyes.

"I love you too. Be mine" Apolo said.

And at that moment I nodded and kiss Apolo on the lips as he kiss back by this time I don't want to let go. I want to be close with Apolo.

He is mine. And that night we dance all night and kiss all night I was then Apolo girlfriend. And then I knew I believe in love because of Apolo Hidalgo.

He changed me.

#y/n story #through my window #ares hidalgo #Apolo Hidalgo #Raquel Mendoza #fem y/n #Through My Window Y/n #Crazy fingers #Daniela #y/n y/l/n #Apolo Hidalgo x y/n

[trovao-penguins]

Deep Water Pt.1

Warning: One curse word

Danielle Marsh x GN Reader

You eye the clock on your wrist, just one. More. Hour. Left. And then that would be it, you’d get to clock off and come straight home to your loving girlfriend and dinner, hmm nice, warm, delicious dinner. With your resolve renewed, you gather what strength you have left to slave away at the computer in front of you, casually making walks around your office, to the printer, to the restroom, to your coworkers every so often when you had troubles on the project that you had due that day. You had been working tirelessly for the past few weeks on it ever since you were assigned to it, with it completed you were sure to land a raise on your salary. And you were just so close to finishing it. You had told Danielle all about it, she was happy to hear about how hard you had been working, but she was still concerned over if you have been working maybe a little too hard. She could tolerate seeing you a bit less around the house since you have been slaving away at the office, but she couldn’t stand to see how exhausted you were after clocking off. Which is why that night she had proposed to make a special aussie-korean fusion dinner! Specifically the same wholesome dinner that her family makes only on special occasions. You had only ever heard about the mystical aussie-korean dinner through rumors and speculations, (most likely due to Dani constantly bragging about how much she loved her mother’s cooking back at home from when she was younger.) but tonight was going to be different, for the first time in what seemed like forever you and Dani were about to have a wholesome, delicious, home cooked dinner. You were looking forward to it ever since she announced it. The thought of it was already much better than when you and Danielle were ordering pizza every night for dinner, the pizza that was beginning to taste like bark; but you didn’t care because it was with Danielle, and to you, that was all that mattered, spending time with her whether it was in bed briefly before mornings tracing the outlines of her jaw the crown of forehean, or eating that fake ass pizza, you both were happy. You began drooling at the thought of finally being able to let go of a weight off of your shoulders that had been crushing you, and have dinner with Danielle, you soon began to realize that you almost forgot to send your portion of work to the project manager for it to be considered truly complete. You soon snap-back to reality and perform some minor edits before you were going to send it. All was going well until CRACK! The sound of thunder and lightning began echoing across the office, power surged and lights flickered, at first all was well, no stuck elevators and everyone appeared to be fine after looking around momentarily to check. You thought nothing much of the lightning until you REALIZED THAT THE SERVICE WAS SLOWER DUE TO THE STORM! But there was no way to save your progress, you had already sent your work, it was only a matter of waiting for the percentage bar to fill up and see that the project was sent through properly. The bar filled up slowly, there was no way for you to speed up to process, which left you stuck. The clock rang for 11:00 pm and everyone began packing up except you, stuck because you had impatiently sent your portion of a project that was going to guarantee you a raise and a promised warm dinner that night. You sat there slouched in your poorly styled office chair, with no back cushion and 3 wheels when there should be 4. You texted Danielle a lengthy apology on how you weren’t going to make it to dinner and hoped that maybe you both could enjoy it another time, your fingers trembling at the “send” button but they hit it anyways. You lay your head in your arms, accepting the fate that you were given and begin to doze off.

#nwjns #danielle marsh #gg x reader #mo jihye #newjeans #newjeans fanfic #danielle x reader #new jeans x reader #I have no idea what I am doing

[magalidragon]

we will always have the weirwood tree | a Things We Left Behind AU | teaser

Broken men break women. Jon Snow was broken. And Daenerys Targaryen was beautiful.

Happy Birthday @youwerenevermine !

This is the long awaited Lucian x Sloane AU. It had everything you love and more. Enemies-to-Lovers, Grumpy x Sunshine, second chance romance, feral Jon, badass Dany….WE LOVE IT ALL!

As I have already said I didn’t finish the first chapter and decided to go all in and just give you the full 10k smut chapter 😂 But until then, here’s a big teaser.

LOVE YOU BESTIE AND HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY!!! 🥳 🎂 🎉 🎈 🎁 💕

Super sneak peek after the cut!

Jon took a deep breath and opened the door, unfolding himself from the Range Rover. A blast of frigid air pushed his coat back and he reached up to anxiously push back some of his unruly black curls. He didn't mind the cold; it suited him. He ignored buttoning up his coat and strode down the drive, crossed the yard, entered the godswood on one side, and went around the massive weirwood tree-- ignoring the worn branches that stepladdered up to the bay window that looked directly at his childhood bedroom-- out the back gate and around the edge of the house to the front porch.

He didn't even have his knuckles lifted to knock on the door when it exploded open and a silver-haired, elegantly coiffed man flew out, smacking into him. "Jon!"

"Vis," Jon sighed, patting the man's back. Vis was older than him by at least seven years, but there were times where he behaved far younger. He figured that he'd be a mess. Vis was never one to handle anything rationally or professionally. He carefully extricated himself while at the same time turning Vis around and marching him into the house. "You made it in alright?"

Vis wiped at his eyes, nodding. "Yes, the plane was a bloody nightmare, they wouldn't even bump me from business to first class, can you believe it? I didn't even get a lie-flat seat on the flight!"

"Sorry to hear, call me next time I would have had my plane get you."

A set of pale lilac eyes widened greedily, even through the grief etched on his thin, pointed face. "Oh? Well I will do that." He beckoned him into the house. "Come on in. We ordered pizza, but mine is without carbs."

Jon didn't even know what that was supposed to look or taste like. Ash, he expected, and he politely declined, holding his hand up even as Vis was trying to offer him a slice. "No thanks, I already ate."

A cool, icy voice floated down from the staircase behind him. "Don't you know Viserys, vampires don't eat actual food. He only drinks the blood of innocents."

<i>And there she was.</i>

He didn't even need to turn around. In fact, he thought if he did, his knees would either give out because of the intense <i>want</i> she invoked within him. Or he'd snap and say something he would regret because of the intense <i>fury</i> she also invoked in him. There had been no one in his life who could make him swing from emotion to emotion on either side of the pendulum except for her.

<i>Daenerys Targaryen</i>

Dany, to her friends. Satan's Majesty to him.

He held his breath, turning his head a fraction to glance at her, a bemused expression settling on his face. Tonight she wore fuzzy pink dragon slippers on her tiny feet, a pair of dragon scale-like leggings in vibrant purple, and an oversized Winterfell High Track and Field sweatshirt that had seen better days, the dark gray wolf mascot on the front almost white from so many washes. Her silver hair, the same shade as her brother's, was bound up in a variety of braided knots, some of it left loose to cascade over her shoulders. There were a few faded pink drinks within it, probably a remnant from an All Hallow's Eve costume a couple weeks ago.

Unlike her brother, her eyes were more vivid, lavender with a flame held over them. It matched the fire that was always bubbling under her surface, unleashed whenever she felt passionate about something. Which happened more often than not.

Daenerys was nothing, if not passionate.

Especially for the ones she loved.

And he hated her for it.

It was that same passion that betrayed him.

And he couldn't forgive that. Jon Snow <i>never</i> forgave and he <i>never</i> forgot.

Plus, she was the epitome of Before. And the reason for After.

The funny thing was, Dany frgave and forgot either. It made for some awkward encounters over the years. Encounters which always left him aching, wanting, sometimes <i>begging</i> for more. Things he had suppressed in himself over the years. Weaknesses. Failures. It was why he never came back here if he could help it and when he did, he tried to always avoid the house beside the weirwood tree.

Yet it seemed he'd been here more often than he ever had before, checking on things...on people. On Aemon.

Now Aemon was gone. But he as here, wasn't he? That's all Aemon could have hoped for at this rate. Even if he never had understood why his beloved great-niece and his beloved...whatever the fuck Jon was suddenly couldn't bear to be in the same room as each other without tearing each other's throats out.

He nodded to her. "Your majesty." He affected a fake bow, exaggerated and theatrical. He straightened, smirking at her, pushing down the surge of attraction. It seemed his body— notably his cock— had never received the memo that Daenerys Targaryen was off limits. She was the bane of his existence. She was the most obnoxious, annoying, infuriating, and downright ridiculous person he had ever met.

As she walked by, the top of her head barely at his eyesight, she scowled at him, giving him the finger. Her nails were purple with smiley faces on them. He hated them. "Fuck off, why are you even here? Vis, you know when you invite vampires into the house they can come in whenever they want."

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[proper-goodnight]

Into The Gray Chpt. 8 (House Call)

Fandom: The Gray Man (2022)

Pairings: Sierra Six x Reader, Courtland Gentry x Reader, Sierra Six x You, Courtland Gentry x You

Type: Multi-Chap

Tags: @medievalfangirl, @biblichorr, @pyrokineticbaby, @lxvrgirl, @asiludida164, @torchbearerkyle, @jasmin7813, @comfortzonequeen, @96jnie, @ryanclutched, @the-light-of-earendil

You sat in the opposite chair, chin in hand, watching Claire Fitzroy push around the dinner that you’d made. You hadn’t thought that you’d done that bad a job, cooking had become something of a hobby for you after all, but you entertained that it was because there was too much complexity in flavor for a pre-teen to handle. She’d turned the herbs over and inspected them with a vaguely disturbed look, nose scrunched, only to repeat the action with the seasonings, picking through each one as though she’d discovered dirt. Her body was angled backwards, ready to leap from the chair in case the plate suddenly leapt off the table.

The kid lived off of Hawaiian pizza and ice-cream. Garlic and zest may not have been the best idea that you could have chosen.

Finally, the fork laid to rest against the plate with a soft clang. Tentative fingers nudged it away, a few inches and then halfway across the table. Her forearms folded on its’ edge; the wooden finish worn from years of sitting. She’d addressed you briefly when you first entered the safe house—a wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere—but this was the first time that she’d officially looked at you since you’d arrived. Her eyebrows raised, and yours instinctively copied the action.

“So,” Claire started, trailing off. 

“So?” You echoed. 

She leaned forward, and those raised eyebrows suddenly narrowed, as though she had started some kind of interrogation. Her expression mirrored suspicion, but you thought that she was just curious. It was kind of cute; you could admit that. “You and Six aren’t friends?” 

There was a pause before you answered, but your gaze didn’t leave her. “We share secrets.” 

“That’s kind of what friends do.” She pointed out. 

You nodded, but you wouldn’t really know. You’d never had many friends, and no one came to mind that you would trust to keep a secret. You thought about Dani, and you thought about Lloyd, but every secret that you’d learned about them was without their knowledge. You doubted that it counted. 

Social standards and attachments weren’t lost on you, the sociology and psychology of it, but the fact that you’d only thought about it in a scientific aspect, synapses firing in the brain and the chemistry, only proved to you that you wouldn’t be the ideal person to get advice from—you were too blunt; too literal. 

“You tried to kill Six,” She accused, flat. 

You didn’t. You told her that. “I didn’t.”

“You broke into our house,” her eyebrows flicked upwards, as though she’d caught you up in a lie. “I saw you. He had a gun, and then those people broke in. They took him.”

You didn’t know what to say to that; most of it had nothing to do with you. 

“Why did you go after him? Do you know Six?”

You briefly contemplated the extent of how much you should confess with a pre-teen and also the niece of the one person that you’d been after at the very start–the original dividing cog in an already fragile machine. Should you explain? Apologize? 

“I’m only concerned about him through proxy.”

“What does that even mean?” She grimaced, voice terse.

Your own remained even. “It means,” you trailed off, eyes flicking around the small space of the kitchen. “That when I get what I need from him, that’ll be it.”

“And what exactly do you need?”

When you didn’t answer right away, Claire leaned forward, turning your attention back to her, the suddenly intense stare in her gaze as she rested her chin on top of her fist, squinting as though determined to find some kind of secret that could have been hidden in your expression. You didn’t have anything to hide, so you found yourself staring back despite yourself, then finally decided to ask: “What are you doing?”

“Reading your mind.” She said as a matter of fact. “I can usually do it with Six; you both have this zone out thing that you do.” She exhaled, then gave up, the brunt of her shoulders colliding back against her seat. “He’s easier.”

“You know him.”

Claire exhaled through her nose. “You two aren’t that different,” she then clarified: “You both can be really frustrating to talk to.”

It wasn’t very often that someone could pull a smile from you, and you hadn’t expected Claire Fitzroy to be one. You could see how Sierra Six was attached to her, the contradiction to the rules–an innocence in a world that was quite the contrary.

She was a child. Children didn’t live in your world; children didn’t survive there. 

The rest of your conversation with Claire had been minimal, and at some point, while the two of you had sat at the table, she gave up in her attempts at learning the specifics about you to retire for the night instead. She hadn’t asked about Six much after that, likely because where he was concerned, the two of you were on a similar page. 

Very much in the dark about what was planned for him. 

You hadn’t been to see him since your last conversation, only being sure that he was in your same line of sight when you went to the office only to be bombarded with bullshit busy work from Carmichael to hide the fact that he was compiling evidence against you–unsuccessfully. If Dani had any suspicions, she didn’t voice them, but there was something about the looks she gave you that told you that you needed to cover your tracks a little harder before every single eye in the agency was following you around. 

Dani wasn’t as subtle. Her curiosities and willingness to go along with anything that could inconvenience Suzanne and Carmichael had kept you safe. You liked that about her.

You let the possibilities of Dani being considered a ‘friend’ follow you home.

When you dreamed, it was of ribs jutting out stark from underneath skin; it was shadows stretching along walls in rows that winded down every corridor, obscured faces that became blurrier over time until they disappeared entirely. There had been more once, but their names were filed down to a manila folder in a drawer, and when it was gone, you knew to forget. 

Your place in the world was what anyone else wanted it to be, that was it, and while you regretted necessity, there was nothing that could be done. You’d had loyalty.

Along with loyalty came a point in your life when you knew that you were old enough. Pain had come with you growing taller, stronger, and it was when eyes that once praised your innocence changed to desire that you’d had to change tact. Everything in your life had been boiled down to calculation, statistics, and logic. It wasn’t only about survival. You served.

Pale silver light sifting through the curtains was less of a haze than your dreams had been, but mild or horrible, you never startled awake. Your eyes drifted open, a bare brush of eyelashes against your cheeks, the skyline outside your window less captivating than the subtle shudder of the wall on the far side of the room. 

You’d left Claire alone listening to an old record before you’d gone home. A door had closed, but you were meant to be alone. 

Over the years, many things had made you hesitate. One had been someone’s daughter, rushing to a dance lesson, outside of her mother’s sight but centered directly inside yours, another had been a scientist who thought himself a comedian but took entirely too long to explain what made his jokes funny, and another a reflected light off a skyline; you’d heard the bullet before you’d felt it. 

You found yourself hesitating now, the cover having sunk toward your hips sometime during the night, your arm tucked underneath the one pillow that you owned. You waited, the silence feeling like a pressure against your eardrums, the sounds of the city much quieter in comparison to the anticipation. Your heartbeat was slow and rhythmic, keeping in time with every breath that you carefully expelled from your lungs. 

You heard a footstep. One, and then two. Unfamiliar. More of a shuffle than a step. You paced it in your mind, but this intruder wandered with no particular destination. Regardless, they would find themselves back out if they didn’t end up under the ground first. 

Careful, practiced movements had you slowly drawing the blanket down the rest of your frame, your arm sliding out from underneath your pillow with barely a sound of scraping fabric. With that same universal slowness, you turned, setting one leg over the side of the bed, and then the other until you were standing, a lithe figure in the darkness creeping over the carpet. 

You paused with every paused shuffle, moved with every abrupt step, matching the intruder pace for pace. Muscles tightly coiled; you were prepared to leap at a moment’s notice. Your fingers curled around the doorknob. On the other side, you heard the shuffle stop. 

You stopped, and then finally wrenched the door open.

“I need your help.”

Rather than immediately turn, you pivoted in a slower motion. Your face remained passive despite the confusion that gripped you. You had thought that you were beyond those little slips in humanity. Six was straining, pushing himself off of the door frame that served as an entryway to the kitchen, directly adjacent to the hall that had housed your room. He’d gotten close. Too close for comfort.

When you reached over and flicked on the lamp sitting on an end table, Six’s swaying form was revealed to you, blood matting his hair, and the way that his arm wrapped around his abdomen suggested a trauma to his ribs. You could hardly identify his features in the dark before, but it was him; you knew that much by his voice, and the way that he carried himself, a strong outline towering over you despite a stance that suggested he’d recently suffered an injury. 

You didn’t know why his appearance hadn’t immediately alarmed you, but you decided against questioning it in the moment. 

The fact that he’d gotten into a skirmish with who was likely Carmichael and the entirety of the FBI and decided to come here instead of Claire gave you pause. Truthfully, you didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended. 

“You look like you got into a fight.” You noted. 

“Your friends don’t make good company.”

“And I do?”

Six shrugged. “Better company.”

“And here I thought that Carmichael’s personality was just stellar.” You thought that you’d heard the beginnings of a laugh ushered from him, but he winced. You didn’t immediately move to help him, and with a look that was asking permission, he shuffled past you to collapse unceremoniously onto your couch. His blood spread into the upholstery, and you strongly assumed that you would be better off throwing out the whole thing. 

“Did anyone follow you?” You asked. 

“No.”

Regardless, you thought that this would be the first place that they would look. Carmichael was looking for anything to damn you, and a wanted fugitive hiding out at your place was as good a reason as any. Your absence did provide an alibi; nobody could claim that you’d helped him escape, but apparently, he didn’t need the help. You approached the couch.

“How did you know where I live?”

“Lucky guess.”

He was a terrible liar, but you would figure out the minute details later. There was a bullet wound in his shoulder, a knife wound in his side, among a variety of other injuries that you couldn’t clearly identify over simple lamplight alone. “How bad are the other guys?”

He shrugged. “Worse off.” 

With a soft hum, you pulled yourself away from the couch, wandering to one of the side doors that led to the bathroom so that you could dig out your meager stash of first aid supplies. When you walked back, ushering him further onto the couch so that you could sit, he grimaced, but obliged, tucking one of the couch pillows behind his back.

As soon as you took out the antiseptic, his eyes wandered to the kitchen.

“Got anything to drink?”

“You’re gonna have to deal with this sober.” You said, still digging some of the essentials from your bag. You didn’t look up. “Take your clothes off.”

When you didn’t immediately see a shuffle of movement out of the corner of your vision, you glanced up. Six was looking at you, hesitating to oblige this particular request. You raised your eyebrows, and you thought that the Gray Man, who had broken out of a secure CIA building through agents with years of similar experience, looked awkward. You raised your eyebrows. He still didn’t move. 

“I can’t help you through your clothes.” You pointed out.

Six exhaled through his nose, shifting with a soft grunt so that he could grab at the hem of his shirt and begin tucking it out of the cover of his jeans. His expression twisted at the extension of his movements, a strain on his wounds that had soaked through the fabric and left residue wherever his hands had grabbed. You shuffled closer to him. 

“Let me help.” Six moving his hands out of your way was the only permission that you needed. You tugged his shirt free from the confines of his jeans, careful to avoid his wounds while you worked your way up over the defined muscles of his chest, skilled fingers gliding up his biceps and carefully working the sleeves through his arms before you could yank it free over his head. It was dropped to the floor.

Scars covered nearly every surface, old wounds from old places that you’d observed through the window at his house in Florida. There were new wounds over the old, some that would leave new scars, but it did little to hinder his rugged handsomeness. You weren’t a fool; you would give credit where it was due. 

Your hands went for his belt next, but he grabbed them.

“I got it,” he said. 

“Are you shy?” You teased. 

Your little mockery gave rise to a very light smirk, refreshing the frustration that’d previously occupied his face, but your hands retreated so that he could take over himself, unbuckling his belt and carefully wiggling out of his jeans until he was down to his boxers. Those were dropped onto the floor along with his shirt. At least he had been conscientious enough to leave his shoes by the door, even if he still tread blood across your carpet. 

“You have a knife wound by your ribs.” You told him, gently poking at the space next to the wound to further emphasize your point; you went for that wound first, taking the antiseptic and gauze into your hands. Your head was bent low, your eyes wandering over the rough outline and bruised edges with practiced focus. 

“Yeah,” Six murmured in soft agreement. “He was aiming for my heart so,” he hissed a sharp intake of breath as you dabbed at it with the antiseptic. “It felt like a win.” 

You glanced up, the edge of your mouth twitching. He was looking down at you, eyes wandering, and when your lashes fluttered and your eyebrows raised, he looked back up, to the space around your house, undeniably more decorated than his had been–still with its own style of simplicity, nonetheless. 

You didn’t think that there was much to look at. 

“Uh, thanks.” He went on. “For–for this.”

“I wouldn’t thank me yet. This is not going to be comfortable for you.” 

Six nodded, leaving his appreciation in the air for another time. He leaned his head back over the arm of the couch, closing his eyes. He looked more peaceful like this, moonlight blanketing over him through a peek in the curtain, clouds lighting up in faint silver, the skyline going to sleep one office window and oversized billboard at a time. His hair fell away from his forehead, revealing another cut there; another eventual scar. 

You elicited a low groan from him as you pressed the antiseptic into the wound and dabbed at it with the gauze. One of his eyes opened to look at you.

“Just making sure you’re still with me.” You said. 

“Barely. I am beginning,” he hissed out, the words rising like bile in his throat, “to seriously question my life choices.”

Your head tilted. “The Sierra Program taught you how to take a beating, all things considered.” 

“Stubbornness is a family trait.”

You exhaled through your nose, poking on what was presumably a bullet wound toward his left hip making him gasp; it’d only clipped him as far as you could tell, but the skin there would still be tender, but nothing that you had to immediately worry about. “You’re hilarious,” you murmured good-naturedly, the action and remark earning a gentle glare from him. “Here I thought that it was the blood loss making you so passive.” 

“Just another Thursday,” he quipped. 

“It’s Monday,” you corrected him, standing from the couch to flick on the living room light and close the curtains the remainder of the way. Six held up his hand to shield his eyes from the sudden intrusion of light, except that his arm couldn’t extend that far and it fell back down to his chest. “I’m going to work on your side first. I’m going to need you to hold still, okay?”

Other than a sharp intake of breath, and an occasional flinch, he hardly moved at all; one sharp jerk had you leaning your arm over his legs to hold him still, pushed close to his abdomen and practically laying over him. You’d nudged him closer to the couch cushions to make more room for yourself, your hip pressed against the side of his thigh. 

Threading the needle with a closed eye, you glared at it in focus before your thumb and index finger guided the needle through his skin right beside the hole, drawing it over. As you worked, refined, you ignored the gentle sounds that you elicited from him. Soft sounds of pain were nothing new to you, and you did have to admit that they had made him rather resilient. You didn’t know what you had expected, but for some reason, you expected backlash.

You assumed that his and Lloyd’s pain tolerance were drastically different.

The iris scissors were lifted, and you tied off the thread before snipping it.

More antiseptic was soaked onto the wound before a bandage was applied. You shimmied up his body to inspect the wound by his shoulder. One of your thighs was forcefully planted to one side of him, trapped between his and the couch, and the other teetering on the edge, close to falling but secure at the same time. The supplies were placed on his chest for assurance. He’d lifted his head up when he felt you move; the two of you were nearly nose to nose, but your head was turned, focused on his shoulder. 

He placed his hand beside your thigh, holding you in place should you somehow find yourself falling. Where one of your hands was planted against his chest to hold yourself up, you felt his heartbeat underneath your palm, pounding in a frantic rhythm. His skin was hot underneath your fingers. 

Charming.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you’ve never had a woman like this,” you said softly, and low without looking at him, your hand moving away to grab more of your antiseptic. 

His breath hitched when he was about to answer, but you interrupted him.

“I don’t want to know.” You mused.

“I have.”

You snickered. “I never said you didn’t.” You felt his muscles relax underneath your hands, but you associated it more with defeat than relaxation. Granted, you had that effect on people naturally. Considering how often you had knowingly or unknowingly infuriated and simultaneously puzzled Lloyd Hansen and Denny Carmichael, Sierra Six was hardly an added challenge. 

Your slender fingers worked at disinfecting and closing the wound at his shoulder, gradually brushing up the length of his arm. Your skin was cold to the touch as always, and you thought that you felt him shiver under his fingers–there was an explorative nature to your demonstrations, touching every little line and mark as you worked your way up over scars old and new in search of other wounds. 

Your eyes never strayed from the work, speaking in their own silent words. Your hand traveled up to drape across his shoulder and toy with stray hairs, twirling blonde strands in between with gentle tugs that were strangely casual. From there, one would consider a conversation starter, or a knife positioned directly where your other hand lingered at his side, doing the same demonstrations where your fingers splayed at the sensitive skin by his hip bone.

It wasn’t often that you were able to get this close to a man without any other intentions.

Six’s hands lay limp, arrested to the couch cushions, slowly curling into fists. When you nudged his arm to look at a wound at his other side, he obliged your wordless request. You felt him tense underneath your fingers, seconds teasing him, trickling past. He waited, and he watched. He didn’t risk another glance, another breath too deep. 

Slowly, mechanically, through painstaking precision, he turned to face you completely opposite with a crinkle in his crescent eyes. You knew that look. You’d seen it before, only with much less speaking involved. Then he truly did subside toward you. He pushed the heel of his palm into the sofa’s back for support.

All at once, you found yourself pulling away, your hands retreating from his skin, two breaths escaping in unison once you finally made distance and pulled yourself up from the couch. His fingers lingered, brushing your wrist and curling around your knuckles.

“Are you done?” Six asked, voice sounding groggy, lulled into a kind of security that was never meant to be found with you.

“I think you’ll live another day,” you answered. You forced yourself to not submit, to subside against unwise impulses. Especially with as pale and cold as he was—oh, how he could still play the game. Later, you promised to no one in particular. “Get some rest. We’ll go see Claire when you can at least walk on your own.”

Six finally exhaled, unable to challenge that certainty in your gaze. He managed a pursed smile, then the smile faded, unreadably flat now. With great reluctance, he let go of you. Not once did his attention travel away from your face, clinging to it.

You marched off, unjustifiably tense for all the wrong reasons, and gently shut the door to your bedroom while his relentless tossing and turning sounded on the couch. Eventually, you fell back into conscious stillness, never asleep, never visibly awake.

#sierra six #the gray man fanfiction #courtland gentry #fanfiction #the gray man (2022) #sierra six x you #sierra six x y/n #sierra six x reader #the gray man

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Round 1 of 6, Group 2 of 4

propaganda is under the cut (359 words) - may contain spoilers

summaries (pulled from imdb or wikis)

propaganda

Danny Phantom - 3.12/3.13 Phantom Planet

When Plasmius' new ghostbuster team outclasses Danny in the field, the boy decides to remove his powers and retire, unaware of an approaching massive asteroid threatening Earth.

1) *points at Phantom Planet* LOOK AT IT! Okay there is a whole ass Power Point presentation on tumblr about why PP sucks major ass, but I can't find it right now. So my sybopsis: Danny just. Decides to give up on his ghost powers. After 52 fucking episodes. He's out. Vlad won. Bye. Except oh no who would've guessed that was all part of Vlad's plan and Vlad reveals his powers to the whole world and takes ALL OF IT hostage (wow such cunning, much intelligence, very smart villain). And he wants money. Not like Maggie, whom he has been pining for for decades. Like I get that it's a children's show and that'd be a bit too fucked up but money? Really? So Vlad fails in making the anti-ghost-meteor intangible. Danny goes into the Ghost Zone POWERLESS and gets blasted by every ghost ever and I guess those people who think that he died to get his powers are right because HE GETS HIS POWERS BACK??? LIKE THAT??? Vlad's plan of using ghost powers on the anti-ghost-meteor didn't work, but using ghost powers on the entire world as the anti-ghost-meteor is about to crash into it does? I thought that meteor negated all ghost powers??? VALERIE GRAY WOULD NOT CHEER AT THE REVEAL THAT DANNY PHANTOM IS DANNY FENTON. SHE WOULD BE INCREDIBLY ANGRY AND CONFLICTED, PROBABLY PUNCH HIM AND THEN LATER APOLOGIZE WHEN SHE ACTUALLY HAD SOME TIME TO STOMACH THAT REVELATION. HOW *DARE* YOU RUIN THAT REVEAL FOR US?! Also what happened to Dani? Tucker becoming mayor is stupid but considering this entire episode, it's also super funny. I let him have that win lol.

2) So bad the fandom disowned it, AO3 fics regularly tag "Phantom Planet didn't happen"

Roseanne - 9.23/9.24 Into That Good Night

The Conners welcome baby Harris Conner-Healy home. Roseanne is delighted Darlene wants to live at home and work on her parenting skills. The family talks about their lives after winning the lottery and are glad they have all come out of it stronger people. Over a pizza dinner, Roseanne suggests they say grace to thank God that Harris survived and the family is together again.

Family and friends gather at the Conner house to celebrate baby Harris' Homecoming and everyone takes a turn chatting with the new addition to the family. Mark and Becky have some exciting news, as do Leon and his husband Scott. During dinner, Roseanne takes time to reflect on each member of her family and reveals she has been writing a book; everything we see is Roseanne's altered version of actual events. Roseanne reveals the true story and admits she changed whatever details she didn't like about her life and the people in it. In truth, the Conners never won the lottery; it was all a fantasy Roseanne created in order to cope with a devastating reality. In the final moments, Roseanne sits alone in her basement writing room. She goes upstairs, passing through the old kitchen and the old living room. Roseanne sits on the old couch with the classic afghan on the back and silently takes in the warmth and comfort of the family home as the lights slowly fade.

Just focusing on the (at the time) series finale and not all the terrible things Roseanne decided to say and be later. This finale sucked. It was built to retcon the entire (admittedly bad) season that came before it as a bizarre fantasy of the titular character after her Husband died. They quickly and randomly undid different characters' development and swapped around couples just because.

#danny phantom #roseanne #wfround1 #wfpoll #wfr1g2 #polls #poll

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Time After Time (Chapter One) - Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Cross Over x Reader

A/N: I AM HAVING TOO MUCH FUN WITH THISSSS BESTIE YOU GETTING A REVERSE HAREM LMFAOOOO

Summary: Six years after something incredible happens to you, it somehow happens again. You don't know how, but your friends found you.

PAIRINGS: Aegon x Reader, Aemond x Reader, Jace x Reader, Theon x Reader, Robb x Reader, Jon x Ygritte, Daenerys x Drogo, Margaery x Tommen

Word Count: 2,525

TW: profanity, innuendo

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them.

Tag List (comment if you wish to be added/removed): @dreaming-for-an-escape

It’s your twelfth birthday, and you’re pretty sure that it’s going to be the best day of your entire freaking life.

Margaery, Dany, Robb, Theon, and Jon are all coming over and you’re going to watch movies, go play laser tag, and then hang out by the pool.

That is, until everyone comes down with the flu. Your mom gets the call the morning of and has to spend two hours consoling you. Your dad won’t be home from work until later, so you can’t even celebrate with them yet.

You go out to your backyard and sit by the pool, pouting.

Best day of your entire life? Try worst day ever.

Then, while you’re staring into the distance, you hear a loud splash and are completely drenched with water. Your head whips up and you see three kids, two around your age and one maybe a year older, frantically doggy paddling in your pool.

“Give me your hand,” you say to the one with brown hair, who is nearest you, “Come on, I’ll pull you out.”

Eventually you get all three of them out. You give them an annoyed look.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to break into people’s houses?” you glare at them, your hands on your hips, “I could call the cops on you, ya know!”

They look at you confused.

“My lady,” the brunette who looks like he’s your age speaks, “What are you wearing?”

You gasp, “Are you insulting my birthday outfit! You jerk! You know what, I am calling the cops!”

You pull your phone out of your pocket and the three boys run toward you, fascinated.

“What is that?” the oldest boy asks you, “Is it some sort of weapon?”

You look at him and squint, “It’s my phone, dipshit.”

“Dipshit?” he repeats, “My name is Prince Aegon-”

“Oh, boy,” you roll your eyes, “I’m getting Mom.”

“Wait,” the younger blonde grabs your wrist, “My Lady. Where are we?”

“Uh, Westeros,” you scoff, “Duh. Are you stupid?”

They look at each other in confusion, the brunette speaking, “My Lady, you must be mistaken. This can’t be Westeros-”

“Um, yeah, it is, weirdo” you roll your eyes again, “Is this, like, a prank? Did that jerk Ramsay send you? I’m gonna beat the crap out of him Monday-”

“We just found ourselves here, My Lady-”

You cut the oldest boy off, “It’s Y/N. We don’t use your weird Renaissance language here, bud.”

The boy smirks at you, “Apologies, Y/N.”

“Can’t you say sorry instead?” you poke him in the chest, “Like a normal person?”

He actually laughs, “Sorry.”

“Okay, so you’re Aegon,” you turn to the other two, “And you?”

The other blonde introduces himself as Aemond and the brunette as Jace.

“So,” you pause, eyes widening, “Oh my God! Are you guys, like, time travelers? Like Doctor Who?”

“Doctor Who?” Aemond asks.

“Who?” Jace repeats.

“Oh my God,” you shriek, dragging them in the house, wanting to see them react to all your appliances.

They are absolutely amazed when you turn on the tv and play “Moana” for them. You also show them a microwave.

“What is this sorcery,” Aemond mumbles, watching your pizza pockets heat up.

When your mom comes out, you lie that these are your other friends from school. She believes you and introduces herself, offering to get you a cake to cut. You nod.

“It’s your nameday?” Aegon asks, “But where is the celebration?”

“My friends all got sick,” you frown, “It was the worst. But now I have you guys! Do you wanna play lazer tag? Wait, you don’t know what that is. I know!”

You run and turn on your Xbox, quickly explaining to them how to play MarioKart as best as you can.

Once they get the hang of it, they are so over competitive. Screaming at each other to the point that you’re laughing so hard your belly aches. When your mom brings out a large pizza from your favorite pizza place, they are completely fascinated and scarf it down in seconds.

“You poor boys,” your mom frowns, “Y/N must have really tired you out. Let’s get you all some ice cream!”

Jace turns to you, “Ice cream?”

You look at your mom, who seems confused, “Uh, they’re from Canada. They don’t have a lot of ice cream there.”

Your mom gives you a weird look, “Okay, honey. I’ll bring the car around.”

You drag the boys out to your front yard where they marvel at your mom’s SUV.

“This is a car,” you explain, “It takes us places.”

“Like a dragon?” Aemond asks.

Your eyes widen, “You have dragons in your time?”

He nods, beginning to tell you all about the different ones. Aegon scoffs and slaps him on the head.

“Share your time, little brother, we wish to celebrate with Y/N as well.”

You grin up at him.

They watch the cars on the street as you go down the road to Baskin Robbins. When you enter, they stare at all the flavors, in complete shock.

“We would like to sample one of everything, please,” you announce, “It’s my birthday!”

The usual staff member who takes care of you smiles and nods, “Anything you want is on the house, Y/N, birthday special.”

After sampling literally everything, Jace decides on chocolate, Aemond on strawberry, and Aegon on mint chip. The four of you sit eating in silence.

Then, Ramsay freaking Bolton comes in with his little friend, Joffrey. They snicker at you, seeing your mom is busy chatting with Ramsay’s stepmom.

“Aw, poor little Y/N,” Ramsay sneers, “Your little friends didn’t come to your party so you picked up some strays?”

You glare at him, “Shut up, Ramsay! They’re my friends from out of town!”

Aegon stands up, being quite a bit taller than Ramsay, “I suggest you leave my friend alone.”

Joffrey puffs out his chest and glares up at him, “What’re you going to do about it, loser?”

You stand between them and take your ice cream, smashing it in Joffrey’s face.

“Oops.”

He goes crying to his mom, who’s outside and will no doubt come and bitch you out. But for now, you smirk at Ramsay.

“You should go take care of your bestie, Ramsay. He seems sad. Like a little baby.”

Ramsay scoffs, glaring down at you, “Just wait till Monday, Y/N.”

“Oooh, I’m so scared,” you call after him mockingly.

When he leaves, you see the three boys staring at you.

“What? Do I have ice cream on my face?”

“You were so brave,” Jace gapes, “I’ve never stood up to anyone like that!”

You shrug, “You just have to know you don’t deserve to be treated badly, ya know?”

Your mom comes up to you four, sighing, “Y/N, did you make Joffrey cry again?”

The boys bite back giggles as you reply, “Uh, maybe? My ice cream just kind of… Slipped?”

Your mom sighs, “Cersei’s going to come storming in here any minute, let’s drop your friends home.”

“Can they sleep over?” you plead, eyes wide, “Please! You always let Robb and Jon and Theon stay in the other room!”

“Okay, only because it’s your birthday!”

“YES!”

-

Back home, you pull out your retro polaroid camera and ask your mom to take a picture of you with your new friends. She takes four and gives one to each of you, smiling.

“Thank you boys for making Y/N’s birthday so special.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N,” they answer the way you instructed them to so she doesn’t think they’re weird.

The four of you watch Shrek, a movie which completely enthralls them. Though a few of the references definitely go over all of your heads.

When it’s time for you to go to sleep, you wave goodbye at them.

“See you in the morning, guys! Thanks for the best birthday ever!”

When you leave, the three of them turn to each other, bickering.

“If she comes back with us, I’ll ask Mother to betroth us,” Aegon smirks, “Clearly she liked me the best.”

Aemond scoffs, “Brother, she barely tolerated you. We spoke about dragons in her mother’s car-”

“You spoke!” Jace cuts him off, making Aegon laugh, “She just sat there! I think she likes me. She said my eyes are pretty.”

When you wake up the next morning, you are devastated to find that your new friends have vanished. You look all around the house for them but they are nowhere. You cry the whole day.

You would think you dreamt the whole thing up, if not for that polaroid photo that sits on your side table…

Six years later…

“Robb, you lazy piece of shit, get up, it’s your turn to make us breakfast!”

Robb continues snoring while Jon yells at him, you and Theon standing behind him, snickering.

“Five more minutes, Mommy,” Robb mumbles, flopping over onto his stomach and away from all of you.

You shove Jon out of the way and scream in Robb’s ear, “Wake the fuck up!”

He jumps up, his head making contact with your nose. You scream in pain, holding your poor, injured nose. He looks at you, his blue eyes full of guilt.

“Okay, in fairness-”

The doorbell interrupts him. Theon goes to answer it, while you still hold your nose, which you’re pretty sure is bleeding.

“I hate you,” you mumble, your voice more nasal than usual.

“Hey, Y/N, did Robb really break your nose?”

Seems like Margaery’s arrived. You turn around and she gasps. Apparently there’s a little blood by your nostril. She grabs a tissue and wipes at it before shooting Robb a dirty look.

“What did you do to my best friend, you little fucking turd?”

“She screamed in my ear, Mar, it was a natural reaction-”

She glares at him, “A natural reaction is when I’m gonna shove my foot up your ass so far it comes out your mouth, Robert Eddard Stark-”

The doorbell rings again. You all look at each other and frown. Dany wasn’t going to be joining you until way later. Who the fuck is at the door?

Robb rolls out of bed and the five of you make your way back to the living room of your two bedroom apartment. The brothers share a room, so you are literal roommates with walking talking skank-in-chief Theon, which makes for some…

Interesting moments.

Robb comes and gives you a hug, apologizing again. You wave him off, saying it’s fine.

“If you deviated my septum, maybe my insurance will cover my nose job-”

He groans, “For fuck’s sake, Y/N, for the last time you don’t need a nose job-”

The ringing at the doorbell continues, over and over and OVER. Oh my God, who the fuck are these assholes?

You throw the door open, ready to tear someone a new one, but you see… 3… Smoking hot dudes?

They look like they’re going to a fucking Renaissance Faire. One of them has long blonde hair, kinda like Orlando Bloom in Lord of the Rings and wears an eyepatch. The other two are dressed like medieval royalty. Like, they look like they work at fuckin’ Disneyland or something. 

“Um, Halloween was last month, assholes,” Theon smirks at them, “No candy here.”

“We didn’t have candy on Halloween,” you correct him, giving him a glare, “You were supposed to get it and you blew the money on weed!”

The tall blonde clears his throat and gives you a bow, “My Lady, I-”

“Wait,” you hold a hand up in his face, making him gape at you, “Mar, did you get the strippers for Dany’s bachelorette for the wrong day?”

“Yes, Y/N, I’m a total idiot,” she slaps the back of your head, “I ordered Renaissance strippers and fucking Legolas to your apartment instead of the bar in Vegas. Dumbass!”

“Fuck you too, bitch!”

“People from the future have always spoken quite strangely,” the taller blonde mumbles to the other two, who nod in agreement.

“Hey, fuck you, dick face,” Theon says, glaring at them, “We don’t talk fuckin’ weird, you talk fuckin’ weird!”

“Can you fucking stop saying fuck?” Robb snaps, “Is that the only fuckin’ word you know how to say?”

You slap Robb on the chest, “You said it three times, like, in that sentence alone, dumbass!”

“Y/N?” the brunette speaks, his eyes hopeful as he looks at you, "It's us. We found you."

You stare between the three of them before you gasp, “Jace? Aegon? Aemond?”

Aemond, who you realize is the Legolas lookin motherfucker, pulls a tattered piece of paper out of his jacket. It’s his polaroid.

You feel your jaw drop as you drag them inside, immediately embracing each of the three, “Oh my God! I thought I’d never see you again!”

Your other friends look at each other in confusion.

You turn to them, “It’s the time travelers!”

“No fucking way,” Theon shakes his head, “You’re so full of it!”

“No, she’s not,” Jon speaks up for you, “I’ve seen their portraits in our old family books. That’s Aegon and Aemond Targaryen and Jacaerys Velaryon.”

“You’re a Targaryen?” Jace asks.

Jon nods, “My father is. I was adopted after both my parents passed, so I go by Snow.”

You quickly introduce everyone.

“This is my best friend, Margaery.”

“I thought I was-”

“That’s Robb,” you cut him off, rolling your eyes, “He broke my nose.”

“I DID NOT, Y/N, STOP FUCKIN’ LYING!”

“That’s Jon. Robb’s adopted brother and your great great whatever,” you point Jon out, who gives a little wave, “And the ugly one is Theon, my roommate.”

“Hey!”

“What’s a,” Aegon pauses, testing the word on his tongue, not having heard it from you the last time he saw you, “Roommate?”

“It means we’re fuck-”

“Our beds are in the same room,” you cut him off, giving him a dirty glare, “Shut the fuck up! I’m not fucking you! You are literally ruining my life right now!”

Theon sees the stink eye all three boys are giving him and throws it right back. He flips him off, but they just look at him confused. Do they… Not know what that means? Are they, like, actually from the future?

You coo and fuss over your friends who are literally supermodel gorgeous, ushering them over to the dining table and finding them something to eat. You quickly microwave the spaghetti that Robb had made for dinner three days ago, making him protest.

“Those are my leftovers!”

“Shut the fuck up, Robb Nosebreaker!” you snap, “My friends need to eat!”

You don’t see it, but Robb, Jon, Margaery, and Theon see the hearts in the three male’s eyes as they watch you scramble around the kitchen to feed them.

“Mommy issues,” Theon mumbles, making Robb and Jon snicker under their breath.

Robb frowns at the new arrivals. He doesn’t trust them, not one bit. Jon, however, has become fast friends with all three, and so has Margaery.

Things around the apartment are about to get a lot more interesting.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys x reader #robb stark x reader #theon greyjoy x reader #hotd x reader #game of thrones x reader #modern hotd #modern got #tat fic #time after time fic

[evandarya]

Heat

{Read on AO3}{Part 1}

"I don't know what scares me more, Dickie. That you invited strangers to Bruce's private stretch of beach for a bonfire, or that they agreed to come." Jason said. They had been hauling logs around for half the day, building what could easily be a small beach hut that they were going to set on fire. Not that Jason was against fires, far from it, but they had only met Jazz and Danny and Dani-with-an-i the day before. Jason would love to get to know Jazz more and figure out why the Green reacts to Danny the way it does, but this seems forward, even for Dick.

"I'm good with people." Was Dick's only answer. 

"You're a class A manipulator, that's  what you are." Jason shot back. 

"Well, you know what they say: "Mansplain, Manipulate, Malewife." Dick hoisted the last log onto the pile and brushed the dirt from his hands. 

"What?" Jason asked, bewildered.

"It's a meme. Don't you ever go on the internet?" 

"Yeah, for research, not memes."

"Oh my gods, don't tell Tim that, you'll break the little nerd's heart." 

"Whatever, what time are they supposed to get here?" Jason asked as they headed back to the beach house.

"They should be here soon. I told them the pizza will be here at eight." Dick checked his watch.  "I bought enough to feed an army of Flashes with enough left for midnight snacks."

"That delivery driver is going to hate you," Jason said with a grin.

"I tipped them 50 percent, so they shouldn't be too mad," Dick said, knocking the sand from his sandals and stepping into the house.

There was a knock on the door and Dick answered to find Danny, Jazz, Dani, and a delivery woman each holding a warming bag. 

“Hey, Dick,” Dani said with a smile. “When you said you were going to have enough pizza to feed an army I thought you were exaggerating.” 

“I never exaggerate about food,” Dick said, thanking the delivery driver and waving everyone in. The delivery person unloaded the pizzas and took her warming bags back. Dick slipped her an extra twenty, which she tried to refuse but Dick slipped it into one of the bags. 

“Richard! Did you remember to order a veggie pizza for me?” Damian asked as he came into the kitchen. Tim almost bowled him over when he stopped dead at the sight of Dani. “Hello, Danielle. It is nice to see you again.”

“Don’t stop in the middle of the walkway brat, Tim said, pushing around Damian to check the pizza boxes. 

“Hey, Dames! I think I saw a veggie and a plain cheese on the order slip,” Dani offered cheerfully. 

“We didn’t know what kind of drinks you liked,” Danny said, setting his backpack down and unzipping it. “So we got a bit of everything.” Danny pulled out three two liters of soda from his backpack and set them on the counter. Jazz set her own bag down and pulled out a jug of sweet tea and a two-liter of lemonade.

“You didn’t have to get anything!” Dick said. “I made juice and tea.” 

“Your tea is too sweet, Dick,” Jason said, taking a slice of pepperoni pizza from one of the boxes and biting into it. “I’d like tea, not diabetes.” 

“Diabeetus.” Danny and Tim said at the same time. They met eyes and both looked away with a blush. 

“Fine.” Dick fake pouted. “Let's eat so we can start the bonfire.” 

***

Tim had never been to a bonfire before. He’d been to housefires and fires caused by explosions, some he set off himself, but he’d never really sat in front of a fire for the fun of it. Dick had run off almost as soon as the fire was lit, saying something about going to get marshmallows, but he hadn’t seen his brother since. Dani and Damian were sitting side by side on a log across the fire from him, holding a quiet conversation. Dani laughed at something Damian had said and Damian blushed in response. Jason and Jazz had disappeared pretty quickly, claiming they wanted to go on a walk, but they left holding hands, so Tim figured they wanted some alone time. Danny was sitting on the sand next to him, drawing some intricate symbols in the sand. Tim watched him for a moment, enjoying the heat from the fire. It was a nice contrast from the cool sea breeze blowing across his neck and back.

“What’s that?” Tim asked. Danny froze and a red flush crept up his neck that had nothing to do with the fire. 

“Just, ah. Nothing, really.” Danny said, obliterating the symbols with his hand. “Just, it’s kind of embarrassing.” 

“Is it like a secret code or language or something?”

“No, more like a summoning script,” Danny said. 

“To summon what?” Tim asked. He knew summonings were real, and if Danny was involved in magic, well, that was something the Justice League would be interested in. 

“The Ghost King,” Danny said, waving his hands around in a way that was supposed to be spooky before laughing.

Tim laughed, too. It felt nice. Danny had an easy casualness about him, something Tim couldn’t help but feel drawn to. Danny leaned back against the log Tim was sitting on and stretched his arms out, brushing Tim’s leg as he did so. 

“This is nice,” Danny said, gazing up at the sky. “Back home I don’t have time to just look at the stars anymore.” 

“You can’t see the stars where we live, too much light pollution,” Tim said, gazing up as well. “I never have been able to pick out constellations.” All the bats knew enough about the stars to navigate by them, but picking out shapes from the thousands of stars up there was never Tim’s goal.

“It’s not hard, once you know how to find them,” Danny said, pointing up toward the sky. “In the northern hemisphere, you can always find the Big Dipper. You see those four stars in kind of a square with three more heading off to the side?” Tim looked but he couldn't see where Danny was pointing, so he slid off the log and sat closer to Danny. Just so he could follow his finger as he traced the different constellations in the sky. And if the places where their arms touched burned a little hotter? Well, that was because of the fire.

***

“So,” Jason said. He wasn’t sure what to say. Should he bring up the fact that the pit reacts to her brother? Then he’d have to explain the pit to her. Or maybe he should just ask where they are from, and look into it later? That's a normal question, right?

“What brings you to Florida?” Jazz asked before he made a decision. 

“Mandatory Family Bonding Time,” Jason said. “You?”

Jazz laughed, full and loud. Jason was glad it was dark because he didn’t want her to see the heat creeping up his neck. “Our parents are here for a conference. They wanted Danny to come to help them out and I knew if I didn’t come, too, they would make him work all weekend. Then Dani heard about it and invited herself along, too.” 

“Was Dani not invited to begin with?” He wondered aloud. 

“Dani’s not technically our sister, she’s more like a cousin, so she doesn’t live with us.” Jazz said. “But she and Danny are close, they have a lot in common. He feels responsible for her, so he’s always treated her like a little sister.” 

“Do your parents treat her like a daughter?” Jason asked. 

“No, to them she’s a distant cousin.” Jazz looked out toward the ocean, thoughtful. “They aren’t bad parents, but they get caught up in their own work and everything else falls by the wayside.” 

“That's why they were okay with you going to a stranger’s beach house for a late-night bonfire?” Jason asked with a grin. 

“Are you a stranger?” Jazz asked. “I thought we had got to know each other pretty well yesterday.” Jazz stopped walking and turned to face Jason, her hand resting lightly on his chest, looking up at him with those soft teal eyes. Before he knew what he was doing he leaned forward and met her pink lips with his own. 

The kiss lasted for only a few seconds before he pulled away. Before he got too far Jazz pulled him back down into a deeper kiss. One of Jazz’s hands snaked up to rest on his neck, keeping him exactly where she wanted him. He could break free, but why would he want to?

***

Damian was used to the heat. Growing up in the desert had made him used to it. He didn’t understand the appeal of a bonfire. Campfires to keep warm and ward off predators, sure. But the fire Grayson had made was too large and required too much wood and put off too much heat to be comfortable. An issue Drake and Fenton didn’t seem to share as they sat cuddled up on the sand. 

“Come on, Dames, let's go before they start kissing,” Danielle said, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. They walked hand in hand along the beach. Danielle seemed to have a destination in mind, so he allowed her to lead him. They were quiet for a long time until Danielle broke it. “I’ve never been to the beach before. I’ve been almost everywhere in the country, but I’ve never thought of going to a beach.” 

“Does your family travel a lot?” 

“No, Danny and Jazz have school and jobs.” 

“You don’t have school?” He had been taught everything in the league, but Father still made him go to school. 

“Let's climb up there,” Dani said, pointing to an outcropping of rock. There was an obvious and well-worn trail leading to the top. 

"Who do you travel with, if it isn't your siblings," Damian asked as they started up the trail.

"I go alone, most of the time. Sometimes Cujo comes with me."

"Your parents make your siblings go to school, while you are allowed to travel alone?" Something was wrong with this family if that was the case.

Dani gave him a look over her shoulder that he couldn't quite grasp in the darkness. "You know I'm not actually Danny and Jazz's sister, right? Their parents aren't my parents. My father is their uncle."

"And your father is okay with you traveling alone?" 

"Not exactly, but the less he knows about me and where I am the better. He isn't exactly nice." They had reached the top of the cliff by this point and Dani walked right to the edge overlooking the ocean, unafraid of falling. "It's beautiful." 

Damian couldn't spare a glance at the water, instead, he watched Danielle's face, happy and calm, and made a vow. No harm shall come to Danielle as long as he could prevent it.

#BatPhamSummerSendOff2022 #Heat #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Jazz Fenton #Danny Fenton #Danielle Fenton #Brain Dead #Anger Management #dp x dc #Batman #Danny Phantom #Tim Drake/Danny Fenton #Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd #Danielle Fenton/Damian Wayne

[jus-a-lil-mouse]

A newswoman speaks into a microphone outside of large, concrete building. It is night, and there are floodlights illuminating the parking lot she’s standing.

As she begins speaking, the cameraman zooms out to reveal a large fight occurring on the roof of the building, featuring high-school age children in colorful costumes fighting an adult man, also in a costume. The newswoman is interrupted by one of the children being thrown off the building and landing nearby.

She drops her microphone, immediately moving towards the girl. “Dani? Danielle is that you?”

The girl gets up, steadying herself on the reporter. “Sorry, I gotta go!” she says, and the camera follows her as she flies into the air, returning to the fight atop the building.

The camera swings back to the newswoman. She is staring upwards, and her expression quickly turns from concern to cold determination. She looks into the camera, and says “I have to go. My kids are up there.”

-

The house is small. The for-sale sign is still out front, although the realtor put a large SOLD! sticker. The siding is a forest green color, the roof a bright red. The trim used to be white, once; the grass in the lawn is too long to be tasteful and the garden beds look even worse, bricks missing from the border and the flowers crowded by weeds.

Dani can’t help but think it’s perfect.

It’s small inside. There’s no furniture, because they’ll be moving it in this weekend.

The kitchen is red, with an island, and the dining room spills into the living room, where a fireplace is set into the wall. There’s only one hallway, but the flooring is a smooth wood that Dani just knows will be perfect to slide down in socks.

There’s three bedrooms, all different sizes, and three bathrooms, also all different sizes. Mom follows her around, fussing over marks on the walls and scuffs on the floor.

Dani loves it.

Ember is waiting for them in the master bedroom, arms crossed and smirking. “This is my room,” she announces when they open the door. “I saw it first.”

“Actually, I saw it first,” Mom corrects. “So it’s mine. Also, I’m older.”

Dani giggles. Ember’s grin flares up into something real and genuine. “Race you to the medium room,” Ember says, and Dani spins and sprints for her life. Ember has longer legs, but Dani has a head start, and she was right about the hallway floor - she slides through the doorway just a heartbeat before Ember does.

The medium room is on the corner of the house, meaning that Dani’s new room has a view of the front yard and the neighbor’s house. It gets lots of natural light and the walls are currently painted a light gray. The floors are wood, but Dani thinks they might look nice with a rug like in Val’s room, and that she wants to put glow-in-the-dark stars around like in Danny’s room, and get some thick curtains to block the sunlight in the mornings like in Sam’s room.

Ember throws her hands up in defeat. “Well the small room has a bigger closet anyway,” she says, and they both know she’s lying. Dani rolls her eyes and Mom calls for them to help unload the car. Ember is going to college two states away anyway; she doesn’t need a big room at home. Not like Dani, who is going to the nearby community college and living with Mom.

That evening, when they are sitting on the dining room floor eating pizza, Mom takes a work call in the backyard and Ember looks at Dani for a long moment. Solo, Sol, and Lun are in Dani’s dollhouse, one of the only pieces of furniture that came with them from Dad’s. She and Ember are alone for the first time in a while; she’s not used to having her sister’s focused concern.

“Are you good?” Ember asks. Dani nods. “You sure? The house is real small.”

Dani looks down at the half-eaten slice of pizza in her hands. She knows what Ember is really asking. The house isn’t small; it’s just not a mansion. They didn’t take any of their furniture from Dad’s, and Dani left all of her clothes there too, except for a handful of things she’d gotten from Val and Danny and Dash and the other student council members. Mom didn’t make anywhere near as much money as Dad did. Their whole world was smaller now. It was bigger though. Ember and Dani hadn’t spoken much before last year. Dani hadn’t had friends until a few years ago. She hadn’t really had a Mom before a few months ago, though not for Harriet’s lack of trying. So the world is smaller now, but it’s also bigger. It’s different. It’s good.

“It’s small, but I like it,” Dani replies. Then she kicks her sister in the shin, because she can, and because it’s funny.

“You little shit-“

“Amber Masters, what have we discussed about foul language?” Mom says, returning at the perfect moment.

Dani laughs too loudly to hear Ember’s response.

Yeah. It’s good.

-

A companion ficlet to @this-is-z-art-blog ‘s DannyMay piece for today! You can find it here!

#mouse squeaks #shugo phantom #danny phantom #shugo chara #ember mcclain #amber masters #danielle masters #dani phantom #harriet chin #dannymay2023

[thesmokingguns]

Tomato Plant

Minors DNI 18+

Mentions of drugs and sex

When Duff moved into his new apartment he noticed that the neighbor had a green thumb. When moving boxes he had to be careful to weave through pots and plants that were growing. It reminded him of his mom back home and though the boys all grumbled that this was definitely not going to be a party house like they had wanted.

But when he saw her at 6am on a Sunday morning when he was waking up to throw up he realized just how wrong he had been about the girl next door.

“I’m Duff.” he had brushed his teeth and sprayed too much cologne on and got dressed in his semi clean pants. She looked up tuckin a stray piece of curly blonde hair behind her ear, looking him up and down, smiling at him.

“I’m Dani. So you’re the new neighbor who listens to The Clash at full volume at 3am.” she said it teasingly but the bassist felt the way she was easy to get along with. “I was going to bring you some cookies or something but my cooking doesn’t keep up with my gardening so I have a plant for you.” she was moving around, finding one of the plants in a big black pot and giving it to Duff.

He looked at it, vaguely thinking that it looked like a weed plant but not knowing enough about plants to actually say anything to her.

“You can tell everyone it’s a tomato plant and you harvest it when it blooms in September. If you need help with it let me know.” He nodded his head, not knowing what else to do, “I have to go to work soon. Have a good day Duff.”

When the guys came over that afternoon they all looked at the plant and at Duff, confused.

“Where did you get a pot plant?” Axl asked, looking at the plant that Dani had given to him. Duff looked at the plant confused.

“It’s a tomato plant.” Duff repeated what he had been told, handing out beers to the guys who all looked at him, wondering if he could really be that vulnerable.

“Where did you get a tomato plant?” Izzy asked, suspicious of this new development and wondering where he could acquire one as well.

But Duff was starting to realize that this plant was for him and not others and he was going to safeguard his secret now. His neighbor with the golden hair and those hazel brown eyes who was not the old lady that he had expected.

“Leave the plant alone, aren’t we here to work on the band?” He didn’t see them all exchanging looks at the plant that would never sprout a tomato in its life.

Duff saw her again two days later. She was on the back balcony, smoking as she sat back on a chair, eyes closed with an expression that let him know she was stressed about something. Dani was well dressed in a pair of suit pants, a starched white shirt with too many buttons undone and her curls falling out of a ponytail.

He could see her from his balcony and wanted to comfort her but he didn’t know what words to say to her. He had only talked to her once and that had been when she gave him the tomato plant that had yet to sprout any red tomatoes.

“Hey Dani.” the words came out of his mouth before he knew what was going on. He watched her eyes open and she blinked at him as if she was wondering how long he had been staring at her on the porch. “I ordered pizza and wings. Do you want to eat with me?” she smirked, putting out her joint as she pushed herself up.

“I had a really bad day, Duff. Really bad.” he wanted to apologize to her, ask her if she wanted to talk about it but she was morning closer to him, lips so close he could smell the chapstick she was wearing. “And the only thing that would make me feel  better is to get fucked so hard all I can think about is dick and not my problems.” She tilted her head as she leaned forward, the small barrier between them not giving enough space. “Can you fuck me?”

Duff nodded his head and Dani smiled, swinging her legs over the barrier and making it over to his side of the porch. She was grabbing his hand, leading him into his home as she sent a smirk over her shoulder at him.

The bassist was confused as to what was happening but as Victoria made her way into his bedroom and started undressing he became bery aware that she was serious about fucking him. She folded her shirt and pants, placing it on a chair and turned to him in a black lacy set, waiting for him to make a move.

He pulled off his shirt, stepping forward as Dani started undoing his pants. Neither of them are talking now as they just breathed in each other. His pants fell to the floor with a tug and Dani raised an eyebrow as she looked at Duff.

“Comando? I guess I’m wearing too much now.” Duff moved for her panties, tugging them down as Dani undid her bralette. Her small tits free as the bassist pulled her panties off and grabbed her thigh, pulling it closer to him.

Dani leaned into her pleasure, fingers tangling with his blonde hair as she felt his mouth on her body. Kissed on her thighs as she waited and anticipated the feeling of his lips higher to the split between her legs. A whimper came out of her mouth as his tongue came out, flicking over the wetness between her thighs. The way she whimpered and grinded against his face was driving Duff insane.

He hadn't been with girls who let themself just feel pleasure like this. The way Dani was so free with letting him see her enjoy herself. She was loud, whimpering as she arched against his face giving him access to her body.

“Fuck Duff, you’re going to make me cum.” his fingers slipped into her body and he had to catch her with one hand and guide her back onto the bed as he pushed her thighs back, his mouth devouring her.

As soon as Dani hinted at cumming he was making it his personal mission to make her cum as many times as humanly possible. Her back arched, hand tugging his hair as she rode her orgasm on his fingers and face. Duff licking and working his fingers inside her body as she pushed her knees together holding him there.

The doorbell rang, breaking Duff’s concentration as he pulled back from Dani who was still writhing in his sheets, panting heavily now in her post orgasms. She lifted a hand to touch her cheeks as she looked down at him, the doorbell ringing again.

“It’s the food.” Duff admitted, unsure of what to do. Dani smirked at him, pushing herself up as she grabbed duff, kissing him.

She could taste herself on his tongue and Duff was thinking of laying her back and holding her down as he made her cum around his cock this time. BUt as he tried to lay her down Dani shook her head, pulling away from the kiss with a wet smack of lips.

“You should probably get that. I think it’s going to be a very long night for us.” Duff groaned, grabbing his pants as he heard the doorbell ring again.

The pizza kid looked annoyed as he saw him but Duff could care less as he grabbed the pizza and wings, handing the kid the money as a teenager looked inside the apartment, eyes landing on the plant Dani had given to him.

“Cool tomato plant.” Duff looked at him, handing him a bigger tip before shutting the door, locking it and putting the food down. He had to get back to bed.

#McKagan Mondays #Duff mckagan GNR #duff mckagan fanfic #duff mckagan #Duff McKagan fan fiction #Duff McKagan fan fic

[catierambles]

so my birthday was a couple weeks back and like always, I didn't do anything for it. my room mate had asked me once why I didn't celebrate my birthday. I told her I used to

I was a senior in high school, turning 17 and my birthday fell on a weekday so I had the party on that saturday after. my parents left the house for it, left money for pizza, got cake and ice cream. I invited all my friends, Adam, Mary, Duffy (Joe), Danielle, Erin, Megan, Kim, everyone, let them know ahead of time so it wasn't like I told them the friday before.

no one showed up

well, that's not completely true. Adam and Keegan showed up, for like a half an hour, but then they left to do other things.

but for the most part I was alone. all day. If they had told me that they had other things going on that day, I would have been fine with it, but they didn't. come monday morning, and they're all talking about the great fun time they all had with each other over the weekend, hanging out on saturday and sunday, watching movies, oh the hijinks that ensued. Erin, Megan, and Kim were a separate friend group than Adam, Duffy, Mary, and Dani.

and I just sat there because I was alone all saturday save for about 30mins. they had my number, they knew where I lived, they could have come over or invited me out, but they didn't. I mean, that was pretty normal for them, they did that a lot, but this was my birthday weekend and I specifically invited them because I wanted to spend it with my friends, but they wanted to all hang out with each other, but not with me.

so yeah. I don't celebrate my birthday anymore, because if no one else cares about it, why should I?

#catierambles personal

[filet-o-feelings]

get to know me better pts 1 & 2

Thanks for the tags @jesuisici33 @ramonaflow and @carolrain and @hippolotamus for part 2, combining these out of pure laziness.

Three ships: David/Patrick, Twyla/Stevie, Firstprince

First ever ship: probably Cory/Topanga?

Last song: Apollo - Noah Reid

Last movie: Red, White & Royal Blue

Currently reading: The Love Left Behind by DelilahMcMuffin (consequently, I've been crying all day)

Currently watching: haven't watched anything since the last one of these I did...

Currently consuming: water

Currently craving: pizza

Nicknames: Dani

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Height: 5'1 (and a half, sometimes I round up, but I'm still just as short)

Fav music: depends on my mood, and it's changed a lot in the last couple of years. I love some ska/punk but lately I've been leaning towards stuff like Mary Lambert and Sara Bareilles and a lot of the Heartstopper soundtrack. Always looking for music recs as I feel like I've kinda started from scratch recently, rebuilding my music library

Do you get asks: mostly just when I ask for wip games and stuff

Amount of sleep: depends, but probably average almost 8 hours. I try very hard to get enough sleep because if I don't, my sensory issues become way too overwhelming and I'm basically unable to function. Sleep is my biggest priority.

What are you wearing: a dress that I got for cheap online that's way too big but perfect for lounging around the house (aka working from home)

Dream job: I still don't know, but I guess even though I don't love my actual job, I'm kinda living as close to the dream as possible, working from home and having lots of downtime to read fic (and fill out tumblr surveys)

Languages: Sadly, just English. I took Spanish in high school and tested out for college. I've probably absorbed a little French due to my job, but not enough to be useful whatsoever.

Random facts: the day my best friend got married there was a big prison break, the wedding was the reason my dad and her husband weren't working at the prison that day.

And a related fact because it says random facts, plural: Ben Stiller later came to town to film a movie about said prison break (which I still haven't seen... also maybe it was a tv series? I don't even know, but Noah has mentioned watching it 😆) and my uncle's band played a private show for the crew before they left and Ben Stiller played my uncle's drums lol

Aesthetic: I don't know if I have much of an aesthetic. Fun, bright colors, but usually too lazy to put any decor/outfit together?

Tagging anyone else who wants to play (I'm sorry I've been so lazy with tags lately!)

#left out the following/follower ones cause nobody needs to know that #and if anyone knows anything about the prison break movie/series I'm referencing I guess I've given away my general location #but yay this has taken up a good chunk of time and now I'm done work for the day

[houseofpendragons]

Thoughts on Teen Wolf the Movie while watching it pt.2

And the flashbacks hurt

Speaking of flashbacks, Derek punched through half a stone pillar in one go during season 2 so Scott wtf my guy. Ur a True Alpha, I thought that meant u were supposed to be better than everyone else "I'm stronger, I'm faster, I'm better" (think that's from the boys lol)

awww reunion 👏

Yeah I'm with Lydia, I wouldn't be too keen on looking at the sword that murdered my bestie either

why you not want Melissa to know ur here. Boy if you don't bring ur mom some dinner, she works very hard

Ofc it's a muscle girl it's ur damn vocal cords

Lmao Jackson is me. That pizza looks good, also I wish he had stayed for more season, I'm a firm believer that he was really supposed to be Peter's son and Malia is just made up of what his and Cora's storyline would've been had the actors stayed

Should've brought Ethan with you

Okay so wtf is going on w/ Jackson? is he werewolf or kanima bc all we see him use are kanima stuff now but at the end of season 2 he was full werewolf. Also like didn't they explain in like season 5 that it's supposed to be impossible to be two things and that's why the chimera's were such a big deal? Smh, really wish Colton had stuck around so this was explained but I respect his decision to leave

"Well it looks like a tree" Def would've been him in season 3

Wish they had just rebuilt the Hale house

"it was coming loose anyways" lies 😂😂

he broke alot of laws 😬

boy really just said "well I'll just change my name" like by doing that it'll alter his DNA 😭

Poor kid is so insecure about being a werewolf, maybe he's scared he'll be a failwolf like Scott. Nah but in all honesty the Hale's were like wolf royalty so that would be a lot of pressure to live up to. Plus I wouldn't love losing control of myself and being hunted down

Malia making me think of Dany "take off your clothes"

Derek trying so hard. You're doing great sweetie 👍

Love how Parrish just has a uniform already prepared

Also feel like if Malia had to have a love interest it should've been a woman

When ur fuck buddy decides he wants a relationship 😬

Why she so weirded out by relationship when they already act like a couple...

No explanation for Scolia break up. One is an incident, two is a coincidence, three's a pattern. are we gonna get enough for a warrent, what's after four?😭😂

"I missed you" "I missed you too" "No you didn't" "Okay, I wanted to" Believe it or not that's progress😂 Malia you know for a fact that you have developed better emotional skills, you've been human for like 14 years now and Lydia was one of ur best friends

"It's kind of awkward to see you" Should've been Kira telling Scott that. Or Allison could've said that to Kira, would've been and interesting love triangle if Scott and Kira were still together. Who would y'all have wanted to end up together had that happend in the movie, Scallion or Skira?

Don't y'all remember how impossible that thing is to find? Like y'all legit had to sacrifice yourselves last time to find it

How did Nogi get in Chris? We've got enough for a warrent people, Jeff we're coming for you jkjk

So it was that simple to get it out...why didn't we do that the first time? Ooo could've made it like that time when all the werewolves got possessed and tried to kill eachother bc of all the flies, but this time Chris does and its not the Nogitsune (well it is but u know what I mean)

Ur not even gonna try and catch Nogi...okay then

Malia you couldn't pick up on ur cousin's scent? Speaking of, Derek you didn't here your son jump out that window?

"you got got big" yea that's what happens to kids when a shit ton of years pass Scott 🤦‍♀️

So sleepwalking is just a sign of upcoming transformation? Huh, I just always thought Peter was controlling Scott some how, but cool I want to know more about the born wolves! We should all petition Paramount + to make a Hale prequel

The screamer😳 that sounds like a bad porn name

Malia acting like she found it😂

Eli's so slow to take the hint, he's so adorable and so much like me

Them saying don't tell Derek bc it's personal like um nah it's cause he'd say it's a bad idea

I feel like a blood sacrifice should've been made to wake up the nemeton again bc it goes dormant after a few years when nothing happens to it as we've seen countless times before, also this is necromancy so it should be a darker ritual. Like the ground where she died & the weapon that killed her is great but there should've been more steps & it should've been more complicated. If there's anything I've learned from the numerous fantasy shows I've watched is that magic like that always comes with a price

Cool ritual overall though, love how they almost got sucked into the nemeton

All this magic making Malia hungry, me too grl me too

I also love how it wasn't automatic, it took a few seconds. Maybe it would've been better though if she didn't come back to after they actually left and so Harris finds her without her memories and manipulates her by lying to her. Meanwhile the pack is grieving again and questioning why it didn't work

Also I forgot to say this, when Mr. Harris popped up in Liam & Hikari's restaurant I immediately thought "Ariana what are you doing here?😂"

Love how Allison came out looking 30, with her hair having grown out, and her makeup and nails done. Sis was really at the spa, not Bardo 💅 why y'all interrupted her, she was on a much needed spa retreat bc dying is so stressful

Also why didn't we just use this ritual to bring other people back?

Is she alive though, or is she still in just a state between life and death,, what if now her physical body us here but part of her subconscious is still over there? *gasp* then maybe we can talk to other ghosts through her if she gives up control of her body sometimes. Omg that would be a coll concept for another movie, someone taking over her subconscious

Now Malia's bout to pop a wheelie, seems like she still sucks at driving

Hey mama McCall's a doctor now!

Seems like she wasn't very suprised at some of the gang being back in town

I feel like the glow from the nemeton should've been just a black mist to represent the Nogitsune instead of the just green that kinda reminded me of the ghost riders; also I thought he needed a host?

should've made Allison his host so that they'd have a harder time killing him bc of the emotional damage

Imma add to the plot I made up earlier🤪 Allison comes back after Scott, lydia, and Malia leave and Mr.Harris gets her and manipulates her right, right, well then he gets the Nogitsune to possess her but she doesn't know it. Sometimes she's her, and sometimes she's not, but regardless she doesn't have all of her memories

Pt. 2 - 5

#teen wolf #teen wolf the movie #derek hale #eli hale #scott mccall #lydia martin #malia tate #allison argent #jordan parrish #chris argent #alan deaton #nogitsune #void stiles #braeden teen wolf #kira yukimura

[justplainwhump]

Ridley-Dies-Arc: Ben

B and Dany take a step towards freedom.

(B and Ruby belong to @hackles-up)

[Dany Masterpost]

No cw in this one, except for general BBU setting. It's a short one, and bittersweet.

The kitchen in Frankie's small house is unexpectedly comfortable, the light of the sunset tinting the wooden cupboards orange, illuminating the mix of photos and pizza delivery flyers on the fridge.

He always dreamed of having his own house, but never had the money for it. I wonder if Ruby knows what he sold to afford it. Whom he sold.

There's people who would have killed him, were they in my place. Had he done it to them. Many, I guess. Yet I don't feel like revenge. I'm tired. All I want is to get away from here, get out of this country, leave it all behind. All but one person. One person, who needs Frankie's help right now. There might be better forgers in than him in town, but none of them would miss the chance to sell us out.

Frankie has already. He won't do it again.

"Name?" Frankie asks, not taking his eyes off the laptop in front of him. The program he's using looks odd, old-fashioned and sloppy at the same time, but I guess that's not what matters. What matters is what will come out of the printer next to him.

"B", says B with a frown.

"That's a letter." Ruby, Frankie's... pet? girlfriend? - I don't get it and I'm not certain is I want to - seated at the counter with a cup of tea, rolls her eyes. "Who uses a letter as a name?"

My skin prickles and I have to force myself not to ball my hands into fists. "Well, who uses a hair color as a name, Ruby?"

"Frankie picked it." Ruby runs a hand through her red hair, smiling. "I learned to like it."

"My savior picked mine," B says. His voice is laced with grief and pain. "It's my name."

Frankie looks up from the screen, his gaze brushing over B with a frown before it settles on me. He sighs. "Babe. I'm doing this for you. And I need to get it done fast. So. What name do you want in your pet's passport?"

"I am not your babe. He is not -" He is not my pet. I can't say it. Not in front of him. I told him I could be his owner. I can't say the contrary now. I reach aside and find B's hand.

His fingers interlace with mine, warm and soft. It feels almost natural. It feels good.

I start again. "He... He's able to speak for himself."

"Well then, pet. What's it going to be? Your new name?"

I want to chime in, rebuke Frankie, explain the situation to B, but he lifts his chin. "B... Ben," he says.

"Ben?" Frankie raises an eyebrow and types into his keyboard. "Benjamin, or...?"

"Just Ben." He casts a side glance at me, as if he's waiting for my approval.

All I can do is nod. Ben. Just Ben. My throat feels constricted. B picked a name. His own name.

"Ben," he repeats, as if he's tasting the name.

Ridley has bragged to me about who B once was. The he'd once had. Daniel. Dan. Ben. It feels right.

His grip around my hand tightens, and I realize maybe it's just a reply, to my own hold of him. "Ye... Yeah," I whisper. "It's a good name."

"Ben." I think I can see the hint of a smile on his lips, but I don't dare look long enough.

"Geez, guys. Yeah. I've got it," Frankie says. "Ben. Great. Last name? Date of birth? Place of birth? We don't have forever."

We come up with those quickly enough, and a short while later, Frankie puts a blank passport sticker into the printer. "Takes some time now," he says and presses some keys. "Calculating security patterns. But we're getting there."

I watch the printer whir and do its job, slowly producing our chance at a future. For the first time, I'm almost ready to believe in it.

"Ben," I whisper, and rest a hand on B's cheek.

"Yes, Dany?", he replies softly.

"May I kiss you?"

"Um." He looks at me, a little consternated at the question. "Yes?"

I pull him down towards me. His lips find mine, and I don't let go of him until there is a brand new passport on the table next to us.

Ben Braden. Just Ben.

It's a beginning.

#bbu #Ridley Dies AU #dany #b the guard dog #frankie mueller #deconditioning #or getting there #maybe

[croissantbae]

June 3, 2023

1.  There’s something wrong w/ my Tumblr app.  Usually I post from my phone but the create new post button doesn’t respond when I press it.  It’s quite a hindrance to blogging. 

2.  Today felt like another great weekend w/ the kids.  I can already see how these are going to be the times I look back upon as the best of times because doing anything w/ the kids is fun (if they’re in a good mood).  Like going out to eat is fine and dandy but going out and having a good meal with the kids feels so victorious.  Seeing them smile and have a good time truly makes anything more worth it.  Today we went to Kidspace and we texted everyone to see if they’d be available.  Trudy was busy writing her dad’s book but Paul came w/ Wes and Kian and the kids had a lovely time.  Well, Dani was a bit cranky because she was hangry.  Naya ate a million pancakes for breakfast but Dani just picked out the chocolate chips and didn’t eat any actual pancake.  She’s strange in that she doesn’t like carbs unless they’re in the form of something crunchy like a cracker or chips.  

Afterwards we went to Tomato Pizza (or whatever its called) and oh my god it was so delicious. We were going to take it to Trudy’s and Paul’s but the kids were so hungry (or rather Dani was dying at this point) so we just sat on one of the seats outside and ended up eating all the pizzas out there.  Then Paul got wings (delish) and a beer and oh my god.  I just had one sip of his beer but it tasted like summer sitting out there.  The kids were running around, going up and down random stairs, touching rocks, etc. and it felt so peaceful and nice.  Then we went to visit their new house (under reno) and given Jason and I like doing that kind of stuff it was really fun to explore their new space. So curious how it’ll all turn out once their vision comes to life.  

Then we came home and gave the girls a looooooong bath, showed them some Hercules, then ate dinner, then put them to sleep.  Dani knocked out like 2x but we woke her up so she wouldn’t sleep because when she naps, she doens’t sleep for a whileee at night (and Jason suffers).  

3.  Tomorrow I am going to a Mamamoo concert with my friend and we’re getting dinner in ktown beforehand so Jason is going to watch the kids solo. Therefore I am taking the kids out to church tomorrow on my own and Jason will have his own time.  I really hope things aren’t too hard tomorrow night. 

4.  Going back to #2, I keep staring at some of the photos from today because the expressions on the kids’ faces are just. so. precious. 

5. I’ve been watching heart signal season 4 and I just have to say wow it makes me so thankful for Jason. Just because you can see how awkward it feels as they get to know each other and it really opens people up for insecurity, jealousy, etc. I would not do well in that kind of environment bc I don’t like to put myself out there like that and I esp don’t like to flirt the way you kind of need to on the show in order to progress relationships in a short amount of time. But I still love watching lol.

[moskowitzs]

No dining (at Dani's House of Pizza) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co5JEjNuFsO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=