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amerrierworld · 4 years

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Curtain. (i)

Carol (2015) fanfiction

Summary: An on-and-off job as photographer can only pay so much, so Therese Belivet has taken a job at an elementary school's art program to help pay the bills. One of her last jobs before the school year begins is photographing a preview night of a successful play where she meets the well-known artistic director of the show, Carol Ross. She forgets about their meeting until September rolls around and she starts teaching an inquisitive young six-year old by the name of Rindy.

Characters: Carol x Therese

Word Count: 1,491

Warnings: none yet!

June.

Therese was staring intensely at her laptop, watching as all the little photo icons from her camera began transferring over to her drive. Rain tapped gently against her windows and a can of Coke sat on her desk, half-empty. She had shut all the windows to avoid any light or outdoor distractions as she tended to daydream while looking out in the distance, but this time Therese was determined to get this job finished.

As she waited for the files to continue transferring, the brunette arched her back, yawning as her body creaked and popped from sitting for so long.

It had been three days since her lucky photography gig at the Hudson Theatre. Thinking about it still made her limbs jittery. It was a smaller theatre, but being the oldest theatre in the city and having hosted many successful shows, it was still a landmark. Therese had been overjoyed at the prospect of working inside the theatre for once and seeing all the ins and outs of the show she had been asked to document.

Her phone pinged from where she had haphazardly tossed it on her bed. She stood up and shuffled over, stretching again and giving her legs a shake as she opened a message from Dannie.

preview done. again.

how was it?

tbh a little messier than when u were there, richard kept missing his mark

of course he did.

yeah ross wasn't too pleased with him...

At the mention of the director's name, Therese's stomach lurched a bit, though she couldn't tell why. They had only exchanged a few words during the preview when she'd been there.

...anyways, manager wants to know how ur doing with those photos

workin on em right now actually

tsk that's too bad

why? did she need them now? i thought i had until next week

nah i was just gonna ask if u wanted to get some food and then get plastered w me and phil

Therese snorted and looked back at her laptop, which lit up, indicating all the files had been successfully imported. Temporarily forgetting about her conversation she hurried to glance through them, immediately noticing the faulty pics that she knew she wouldn't be able to use.

Her phone rang and she picked up.

"Is that a no?" Dannie asked from the other end. Therese rolled her eyes.

"Dannie, not responding in 30 seconds does not automatically mean no. But yeah, I don't know if getting drunk right now is such a good idea, I have a lot to go through. Plus, don't you have to work tomorrow?"

"Preview isn't until the afternoon, Belivet. I have all morning to sober up."

Sighing, Therese flicked through a few photos, stilling as she found one of the director whose back was to the camera as she directed Gen, the lead actress, who stood off to the far side of the stage.

"Therese?"

"Hm? Yeah, for sure. I'll come for food, but I'm going home afterwards, I really don't want to be hungover. I've had three cans of Coke already, alcohol and caffeine don't mix well for me."

"Alright, sounds good."

"When do you wanna head out?"

"...now?"

At that, the intercom buzzed at Therese's front door, indicating someone was in front of the apartment building.

"Jesus, Dannie, really?"

"I know you're always hungry, Therese. Plus, getting off the subway from work at your place is so much closer than mine. Forgive me?"

"Ugh fine, give me 20 minutes to get ready though. I don't care if you're stuck in the rain outside. That's what happens when you constantly drag me out for last minute plans."

"Yeah, yeah, Belivet, just hurry your ass up. We're not going anywhere fancy cause God knows I don't get paid enough to afford anything like that."

"Is Richard coming?" Therese asked, brow furrowing in a split second of worry.

"Him? Nah. I actually think he somehow managed to lure Gen into a date tonight. I saw them talking after the show."

"Oof, poor girl."

"Yeah, maybe I should warn her, y'know. Get her out while she still can."

"Terrible idea, McElroy. You know how actresses are with stage hands."

Dannie barked out a laugh. "Shut the fuck up, Belivet. You're one to talk, considering you were ogling the director the entire night."

"I was not."

"Yeah you were. Now get going, or I'm gonna melt in this downpour."

Therese smiled and ended the call, closing her laptop and hurrying to put on some decent clothes before meeting Dannie outside.

"C'mon Terry, not even one shot? As a celebratory drink for this job and the next."

"No, Phil," Therese laughed. "I already told Dannie, I have work to do later."

"Alright, suit yourself, but that means I'm gonna drink extra just to make up for you!"

After having grabbed a bite at a cheap Thai restaurant, the McElroy brothers had dragged Therese to their usual bar even though she was still determined to stay sober.

"Do you even know how to deal with kids, Therese? Elementary school can be vicious, y'know," Dannie said, sipping his beer as he ignored Phil stumbling from his seat to order another drink.

"It's only part-time, Dan," Therese shrugged. "Plus, what kid doesn't like art? If one of them throws a temper, I'll just let him go ham on a canvas with some paint, no big deal. It's therapeutic that way."

"How'd you manage to get a job there anyway?"

"Well, their usual art teacher had to take a break for a year 'cause of an injury, so I'm just filling in for the younger grades. They were desperate for more staff for their programs."

"Jeez, is that allowed? You've barely worked with kids until now."

"I dunno. I did a full police check and stuff, besides I'm not hired for the school, just the programs afterwards so I'm not technically a teacher. But it's a small school with a shit ton of younger kids that often need an after-school program. Chances are they won't even need me in the New Year if the other teacher comes back."

"So they just really need extra hands on deck?" Dannie concluded and Therese nodded. Phil came staggering back with a glass of water, grouchy and mumbling something about the bartender not letting him have another.

"Yeah. What about you though? What's happening after Woolf?"

Danni sighed and slumped back in his seat. "Who knows at this point? Ross is taking a break too, from being artistic director-,"

"Wait, really? She's not retiring is she?"

Dannie smirked at Therese but ignored her sudden eagerness in the conversation.

"Nah, just something about needing to be home with her family. She's worked her butt off for the theatre more than anyone, so it makes sense she wants a break for a little while after this show's done. But she'll probably be back in no time, cause she's like that. In the mean time, Gerhard is taking over. I don't know what she has up her sleeve yet, but I'm thinking a typical Christmas show is coming up."

"Any idea what it might be?"

"Nope. Everyone's talking and wanting to do A Christmas Carol but it's been so overdone, and Abby's always doing unexpected things."

"Damn, I wonder what it could be," Therese chewed her lip in thought.

"You sure you're not just upset at the idea of Ross not working there anymore?" Dannie teased. Therese smacked his arm.

"Dannie," she scolded.

"What! Even a blind person could see she's literal eye candy, though she can be a tough boss. I'm not blaming you for liking her, but I am telling you that she's not as sweet as she looks."

"Hmph, whatever. She's probably got someone anyways, if she's taking a break with family."

"I dunno, Belivet, I've never noticed a wedding ring." He winked at her.

"God, you're the worst y'know?" Therese sighed, though her eyes were twinkling. "I never should have come out to you when all you do is tease me about every girl who I just happen to find kinda cute."

Dannie grinned. "That's what you get for being besties with the McElroys, Belivet. Besides, since Phil doesn't like girls, who am I supposed to go to when I get lady problems?"

Therese shook her head and chuckled before checking her watch.

"Damn, it's getting late. Alright boys, I'm going home. I really need to work on those photos. Don't drink yourselves to death, please?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, Belivet!"

She grabbed her purse before going to hail a cab as Phil and Dannie waved goodbye, her mind whirling with thoughts of the intriguing blonde director. Therese wondered who she was, besides the 'literal eye candy' that she'd managed to capture on camera. Sighing, Therese shook her from her mind during the brief cab ride home, deciding it was best to leave her daydreaming behind for the rest of the night.

A/N: heh... hi. here's my take on carol/therese because i can’t get enough of them honestly. Let me know what you think; this’ll be a pretty packed series so enjoy :3

I’ve also been posting my stuff on AO3 if any of you use that as well so you can find this and my other stories there too! <3

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flowerfan2 · 4 years

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Gray Skies - Epilogue (now complete)

McDanno, 13k, A03 Read from the beginning here

Hi all! Apologies for taking so long to finish this - in my head it was done, but a conversation on the H50 writer’s discord about WIPs reminded me that I had meant to give it an epilogue. So here it is - hope you enjoy it!

Summary: What if Danny misses work because some days, he just can’t manage to come in? What if Danny didn’t move into Steve’s house just because he was worried about Steve, but also about himself? Living with depression doesn’t have to mean living without love.

Epilogue

Six months later

Steve’s in the kitchen, having a philosophical debate with himself over whether trying to find pineapple flavored coffee to tease Danny with is worth the effort, when the man himself comes into the room.

Danny’s looking kind of rough, hair tousled and unshaven. He clearly hasn’t showered yet. Steve’s heart squeezes a little, and he moves towards Danny, arms opening to catch him in a hug.

“Nuh-uh, none of that,” Danny says, stepping back and shaking his head. “I’m fine.”

Steve stops in his tracks. He’s surprised, to say the least. Since when has Danny not wanted a morning hug?

“I didn’t say you weren’t fine,” he responds carefully, searching Danny’s face for a clue to his mood.

“But you assumed.”

Danny’s clearly annoyed, even upset, and Steve can’t fathom why. “No, I just wanted to-”

“Don’t lie. You took one look at me,” Danny waves his hand up and down his rather unkempt self, “and you decided I needed help. Next thing you know you’ll be offering to put on some music and bring me peppermint tea, or build a pillow fort, or give me a back rub.”

“And those are bad things? I was under the impression that you liked it when I did nice things for you.” Now Steve is getting annoyed too. “What’s got into you this morning?”

“Nothing,” Danny says, a little too loudly. “Absolutely nothing. It is an absolutely normal morning.”

“Then why are you acting like this?” Steve can feel his voice rising to meet Danny’s.

“Like what? I haven’t done anything unusual. It’s you who’s being weird – why aren’t you out on a run, huh? Or swimming around the island, or practicing for a decathlon?”

“Oh, that’s mature. And I already went for a run, as you would know if you were having a reasonable conversation with me instead of-”

“So it’s my fault for not being reasonable? Forgive me, I should have gotten up earlier, been prepared to quiz you on your morning activities. Sorry I’m not a mind reader.” Danny scrubs a hand over his face. “Shouldn’t have bothered to get up at all, if I can’t do it right.”

Steve doesn’t understand how this has gotten so out of hand. “Danny, please, tell me what’s going on?”

“For god’s sake, Steve, can’t a person just want to have a lazy morning for once, without his partner jumping all over him to fix everything?”

Steve bites back his immediate reaction, which is to argue some more, and point out that maybe a person who wanted a lazy morning shouldn’t have started it by picking a fight as expertly as Danny just did. But maybe something he’s learned in therapy is actually sticking, because he takes a deep breath instead.

Danny’s hands are tightening into fists as he watches Steve, and he can tell Danny is about to blow. But then, remarkably, Danny takes a deep breath too, and removes himself from the kitchen.

Steve follows him – slowly, respectfully, not like he’s running after Danny to keep arguing, definitely not – and finds Danny staring out at the lanai.

“It’s raining pretty hard,” Steve says. He’s not changing the subject so much as giving them both a chance to regroup, and Danny knows it, squeezing his eyes together hard and taking another deep breath before answering.

“Yeah. Good for the plants, though.”

“Yeah. It’s been dry.”

“Yeah.”

Steve lets another long moment pass, watching Danny’s shoulders relax and his fists unclench. “If I come over there and give you a hug, ‘cause I like you a lot and for no other reason, are you gonna snap at me again?” Steve asks calmly.

“Asshole,” Danny mutters. “Come here.”

Steve wraps his arms around Danny from behind, and Danny leans back against him. They both stare out at the downpour for a few minutes. Steve loves the way he can feel Danny breathing, how he can match his inhales and exhales if he tries.

He presses his nose into Danny’s shoulder, rubs his cheek against the soft t-shirt Danny wears to sleep in, and Danny tilts his head to rest it on Steve’s.

Sometimes Steve wants to worm his way right under Danny’s skin, line them up together and fuse them tight with no space between them. Maybe then he’d understand better what makes Danny tick, when to push and when to give him space. Thing is, Steve hardly ever wants space from Danny anymore, and he thinks Danny feels the same. They’re getting better at this, lifting each other up without either of them faltering as a result, but it takes practice.

“You went for a run in the rain?” Danny asks, as a burst of lightening races across the sky. His voice holds nothing of the accusatory tone from just a few minutes ago, he’s just asking.

“It wasn’t raining as hard before,” Steve says.

“You’re kind of crazy.”

“I know.”

They fall silent again, but it’s more comfortable now. Steve nuzzles against the side of Danny’s head, where his hair is buzzed short, and Danny hums contentedly.

“I don’t feel depressed,” Danny says.

Steve gets that he’s circling back to their earlier conversation, although he’s not sure yet where it’s going. “Okay,” Steve says carefully.

“No, I mean it.” Danny turns in Steve’s arms, gives him a quick peck in the vicinity of his chin, and then steps away, walking over to the couch and flopping down. “I’m okay. I’m so much better than I was, you see that, right?”

“I do,” Steve says, and he means it. They’ve been going to therapy, and are each on slightly different meds, and he thinks it has helped both of them. Sure, there are good days and bad days, and Steve’s nightmares have proved difficult to shake, but overall they’re in a much better place than they were six months ago when Danny finally pushed them to get professional help.

“But I woke up this morning,” Danny continues, “and I just felt, I don’t know, bleh.”

“Bleh?” Steve asks, letting a hint of humor color his tone, and Danny smirks.

“Yeah. Bleh.”

“Okay.”

“Do you get it, though? Not hopeless, not as if I couldn’t bother to get up. Not like there wasn’t any reason I could think of to even move. Just bleh.”

Steve comes over to the couch and sits down next to Danny, twisting so he can see his face. “That’s good, right?”

Danny snorts. “Yeah, I thought so. But then I came downstairs and you looked at me with that concerned face and…”

“You felt like I wasn’t seeing your success.”

Danny sighs and gazes away. “I don’t like the idea that I’m always going to be sick, to you. Someone who needs help. I don’t like feeling weak.”

Steve slides a little closer to Danny and bumps their knees together. “One, you’re not, and I could tell you about a hundred reasons why, although you know them already. And two, I could say the same thing about me.”

Danny looks at him now, his nose wrinkling. “I know. But why do I still worry about it?”

Steve shrugs. “Guess we’re just going to have to be patient.”

Danny laughs half-heartedly and pokes a finger into Steve’s chest. “Ha. Good one. You, patient? We’re doomed.”

“As long as we’re doomed together, we can handle it.” Steve leans his shoulder against Danny and Danny leans back, his hand reaching for Steve’s.

“We’ve been doomed together before.”

“Multiple times,” Steve agrees.

“Remember when we dropped that nuke into the ocean from Kamekona’s helicopter?”

“Not sure I could forget that, Danny.” Steve would love to forget it, it was terrifying, but there’s no chance. “We still made it back in time for Kono’s wedding, though.”

“That we did.” Danny picks up his hand that’s holding Steve’s, and plays with his fingers. Steve watches him, his heart stuttering as Danny brings his hand up to his mouth for a kiss, and then lets out a long sigh.

“You know,” Steve starts out slowly, “I really did intend to have a lazy day today, too. I cut my workout short and everything.”

Danny rolls his eyes at Steve. “You did? What does that even mean? Only two hundred push-ups?”

Steve glances over at the window as another burst of lightning streaks through the clouds. “Thought I’d put on some Norah Jones and make something decadent with bacon. Maybe eat it in a pillow fort.” Steve raises an eyebrow at Danny. “Rainy days are good for pillow forts.”

“Using my words against me,” Danny groans. “I’m gonna kill you.”

“I was thinking about back rubs, too…”

Danny opens his mouth, then closes it again. “If back rubs are a euphemism for something else, I may regret rejecting them as a potential activity for today.”

“Maybe yes, maybe no. Does that mean you’ll reconsider?”

Danny lets a smile dance across his face, then stifles it in mock exasperation. “But no peppermint tea. A guy’s gotta draw the line somewhere.”

Steve beams, and pounces on Danny, who flops back on the couch and grins at him as Steve covers his body with his own. Danny reaches for Steve’s head and pulls him down into a blistering kiss that is entirely out of synch with the whole lazy day aesthetic.

“Sex now, lazy day and pillow forts later?” Steve asks when Danny lets him come up for air.

“Sounds like a plan,” Danny replies, one hand sliding down to give Steve’s butt a squeeze, grinding them both together.

“That’s why I love you so much,” Steve says between kisses, “you have the best plans.”

Danny laughs against Steve’s skin, sending shivers down his spine, and there’s the Danny he knows again, sunshine bright and heart open. “Love you too, babe, love you too.”

#H50 #mcdanno #Hawaii Five-O #H50 fic #Steve McGarrett #Danny Williams

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moist-astronaut · 4 years

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things my friends and I have said over the last year

“I’m verbally illiterate” “Isn’t that called dyslexia”

“I’m going to chemistry and I’m gonna light myself on fire” “No” “Damnit let me burn like the witch I am!”

“Don’t worry it’s not anti-Christ it’s just anti-government”

“I’ve been getting migraines everyday and I’m considering chopping my head off” “But that would kill you” “Two birds one stone!!”

“I swear to god I will hug you” “My house is 5 miles away and my doors are locked” “Your locks are FEABLE”

*writing an email* “Bitch comma”

“Ok but I could be a top” *laughing* “What I totally could be!” *laughing and crying for literally 6 minutes straight*

*on a group call, friends cat misha walks into the room* “Tell misha I would live and die for her, whichever she prefers” “She says thank you” *cat noises*

*joins discord vioce chat at 11:26 pm* “You guys are gae but I love you” “Thank you saeren very cool” “Goodnight” *leaves chat at 11:28pm*

“Jake jake jake jjjake -j-jaaake hey jake” “W H A T” “Can I eat your pens” “I literally have a restraining order against you”

“I’m educatn’t”

“Me calling you to dumb to be a slytherin is payback for you leaving multiple handprint bruises on my legs” “It’s not my fault your skin is weak”

“He’s rolling so that we can walk” *rolling in the grass and collecting leaves on his jacket* “I’m rolling for your sins”

“There are 7 of us so we can each be a deadly sin” “I wanna be Ross” “You mean wrath?” “No that dude from Friends”

“Ok but other than his strict attraction to women, his multiple wives, his hatred of gay people, and the fact that he is dead, what is standing between me and Joseph Smith the All American Hottie from being happy together”

“Consider: Mullet” “No”

“I do my homework while loudly eating a pop tart asmr”

“No no listen, he’s my brother, he’s a bastard of my dynasty…I might just ransom him off”

“These Norwegian bastards indroduced a fucking PLUAGE to my COUNTRY”

“Ooooo meth”

“Half of my life is me resisting the urge to sing the zaboomafoo themesong, the other half is me actually singing the zaboomafoo themesong. So either way my entire life revolves around zaboomafoo.”

“I just don’t think I would hire a gay man-wait no I’m not homophobic”

*chucks half a gallon of milk in a gas station* “-ah- got milk?”

“Gimme your sternum boy”

“Nooooooo he stole my sternum!!!” (Side note these were two separate occasions)

*being force fed milk duds* “No!! This is the worst way to die!!”

“Hey babe come over I have a hammock and a heated blanket”

“Be afraid, be prepared- IN THE WORDS OF SCAR”

“Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies stress eating-”

“I thought to myself ‘Y’know if I die today this is how I want to be remembered- a leather skirt and leg warmers’”

“I think I’m telling you to go to sleep” “You’re gonna have make me” “I can’t tell if this is cry for help or flirting” “Yes”

“This is at best cannibalism and at worst being straight”

“Oh look Percy Jackson’s here now, ooh they replaced every character’s face with Mr. Bean. I hate it”

“You can’t be mean to me! I’m gay AND a woman! That’s a hate crime!” “Yeah well I’m brown and Muslim! Square the fuck up bitch!”

“Babe it’s not very metal to be afraid of your hair dresser” “It’s not very metal to have a hair dresser and yet here we are” “It’s fine you’re into glam metal”

“Hey augie, got any grrrrrrapes?” “I’m doing IXL :(“

“Can I come?” “No” “What if I bring watermelon?” “You can come, leave the watermelon, then leave” “:(“

“What in the jersey shore”

“Rad’nt”

“Ok but consider: Mullet-hawk” “I can and will divorce you”

“Dee-vorce 👏 Just to 👏 re-vorce 👏 👏 “

“Ah yes, that’s why I’m fat…for combat reasons…”

“You fool I consent!”

“My Boston fern is being a bitch but that’s because it’s winter and that’s BITCH season”

“You walk through the rest of the house and it’s like ‘ooo witchy and aesthetic’ then they’ll get to the guest room and it’ll just be a tacky twink Fever dream”

“Who needs a scalp”

“HeHe, sexing”

“Council has decided, your vibes are rancid (and not the band)”

“You’re never to young to hate women”

“Look at me I did the dishes I’m a 1950s housewife with a strangely new jersey accent and affinity for lesbianism”

“Well look who has the table now”

"contrary to popular belief, fuck you"

"There's nothing here that requires whisking, i'm just problematic"

"If you could go anywhere in the world with two people, who would you choose?" “New Orleans!”

"So he proceeded to bite me on the butt...like, really, really hard."

“I don’t cheat, I win. It’s not cheating if it’s consensual.”

“My mouth, my choice”

“Do you like my ombré of a tan"

“Who’s the cutest in the chat right now then?” “It’s Paige!” “No, it’s obviously Augie.” (paige's boyfriend)-said by a straight man

“Francis is just a one and done.”

“Would you ever have a threesome?” “...yes...” *To Francis* “Sure!”

“How do you feel about anal sex?”

“Of the people in this room, who would you most want to make out with?” “Augie” “The answer is yes, but only if it’s 6 feet apart.”

“Square, flat, and overcooked.”

“The virus would be over if everyone would breathe underwater for 5 minutes.”

“I have daddy issues, but not with my father.”

“You’re a ladies man but you have two boyfriends.”

“That means lesbian in sign language” “No, that means fuck boy in American”

“I’m like a parasite, you can’t get rid of me. I’m here forever.”

“You’re like my long term hit man”

“Is it Jake?” “No, why would the evil Russian man be Jake?” “Because he would never hire a gay man and you don’t look like a gay man”

“Jake is homophonic, Augie is racist, and Francis is a woman hater!”

"Grew a korean radish, 1 star"

"I've got more cause i'm a rich boy, and by that i mean my father sometimes buys avocados. And that's on what? Upper middle class"

"Tell your good for nothing boyfriend to stay away from my mom"

"It's not inciting violence it's just ~inspiring it~ "

"Listen bitch just because you have avacados and a roomba doesn't make you better then me"

"i would totally let narthex ruin my life. and that's on what? daddy issues and bisexuality"

"who is titty"

"how is he racist" "he hates the french and russians right?" "don't forget italians" "that's just self loathing"

"This is the last time i wear a thong- it's for educational purposes"

"babe come over i'm a burrito"

"he put bread with milk. luckily he passed away"

"you touched my wiener!" "you offered it!"

"foot'nt"

"i took a shower and realized the floor doesn't bounce"

"i love ass whoooaaaaaa i meant cassie"

"Rosalie you're the deciding vote. Be decisive." "Dude i'm bisexual and a gemini. what're you talking about?"

"Okay so to recap: jake is homophobic, augie is racist, francis is a woman hater, and now paige is a bunny abuser?"

"Just bring a watermelon keychain and it'll be fine" "Whooaaaa i'm gonna need a big key then"

"If you were blind what would you even see"

Post Traumatic Youth, plus D for danny's disorder"

"i think she's past the phase where she likes people just because they're russian"

"francine is a lesbian, but only during quarantine"

"don't be a home wrecker!" "i can't help it!"

"we are not doing coed tents" "i wanted to go purple-ing though"

"if it's not perfect i'm gonna through hands" "with who" "i don't know, the CEO of stupid"

"don't make me feel guilty for bullying you"

"it doesn't look very cash money cool but okay"

"slinky cat" (ferret)

"The pond behind my house didn't freeze all the way through this winter, so i couldn't go ice skating" "okay, so i have an idea. we can go to walmart and get-" "ANTI FREEZE!" "well, yes- wait, no. No, the more i think about that definitely no."

"The amish will win, the amish will prevail" "the amish will conquer us all!"

"He do be kinda mafia doh"

"i'm being sneaky sneak. stairs go creaky creak. and i need. DRUGZ"

"brain on shutdown, power saving mode"

"Somebody go tip her, she's dancing like a stripper" "thatd be nice- oh wait no!"

"fellas, is it gay to lick your homies eyeball?"

"it's not racist if you're only targeting one group of people" "that literally racism" "but what if they're french"

"i'm not racist yet but the option is available, and it's good to have options"

"they don't call me Mr. Steal Yo Boy for nothing!" -a straight man who has a girlfriend

"i think he has a bad habit of not dating girls"

"kinda hot tho 🥵 in a Santa Claus kinda way...hoe hoe hoe"

"i'll be your hot jacuzzi bubble dealer"

"when deceit and doubt fills you up, you cleanse your mind through creative activities, such as making organic soap"

"friendly reminder #4: you're never to old to eat a freezie-pop"

"sorry i'm just nervous" Chinese Teacher: (Waving her hand in front of her face) “Just pretend I’m cabbage.”

"me when my dads name is publicly broadcasted on the radio for his 14 felonies and assorted war crimes"

"<@!523669420435046401> I sentence you to a solid nine by the banhammer. For your crimes against Humanity, God, Satan, and Matt Frank. See you in hell."

"Danny, just because you're playing *Just Cause* doesn't mean you need to Just Cause our friendship!"

"Silly Matt! You fell for the ole’ Heimlich maneuver!”

"i got a bunch of new shirts over quarantine" "you would"

"Ok, there's a 32 year old doctor in new Jersey dying right now" "Yeah, but to be fair everyone in new jersey has a pre-existing condition"

“This is the longest period of time we’ve had without a Nintendo direct” “Maybe they’re gonna make a Nintendo indirect?”

"you’re looking extra white today.” "thanks i've been practicing"

"do you have any batteries" *looks inside shirt* "not yet"

"let's go colonize the middle school!" "yyayayyayayay!!!" " wait I gotta ask my mom first" What happened next is know called the *Juniors burden*

"oh so you're a DOWNSTAIRS milk kinda guy"

"you are literally the human embodiment of crumbs in a bed"

"The Berk-ey Creamery isn’t a place, it’s a people!”

"He shoved a floating joy-con straight up his flux-capacitor.” "great! now it's paired"

"No, that isnt armor, the real armor are the friends you made along the way"

"This one goes out to all my lady friends out there *proceeds to kill himself in game*

"i'm a coward" "that's what a coward would say!"

"rest is for cowards and fools"

"every time you speak you take years off my life"

"Shark dick hoo ha ha"

"Me and the boys brushing our teeth at 3 AM"

"remember if you kill yourself the fascists win"

"The Beatles aren’t real. Have you ever seen a beatle? No? Exactly." "Babe” "Shut up I’m right."

*reading over these quotes* "god i hate that" "you said that!"

#ghost talks #long post

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phandomphightclub · 4 years

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Round 5 Match 2: @ecto-american vs. @half-dead-half-wit

Writer: @dannyphandump

“If you’re that worried about it, you could always throw the match,” Vic said as Nick paced in front of her.

“Nope. Can’t do it. I made it this far, I go big or go home on my own terms.” Nick shuddered and took a bite out of his emotional support hot pocket. “Besides, Ninja’s good. He’s totally gonna kick my butt either way.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Tali smirked, lounging against the wall in the pit.

“Who are you supposed to be, Clockwork?” Nick scowled.

“Nah. Clockwork’s way less helpful. But he is excited to be here, so go out there an put on a good show.” Tali grinned and flashed him a thumbs-up.

“All my hard announcing work, and this is how you repay me? ...Am I even getting paid? Have I been enduring Aurora’s vibe checks without even being compensated??”

“Bold of you to assume any of us get compensated.” Vic snorted.

“Ha ha ha ANYWAY,” Tali cleared their throat before shoving Nick towards the door, which led out into the ring. “Don’t re-die! Or do!! Good luck!!!”

“Wow. Three exclamation points.” Vic nodded somberly. “He’s a goner.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Tali shrugged cryptically before Vic teleported them both back to the VIP box, where Clockwork was sharing a bowl of popcorn with the three (mostly-)living teenagers.

“We sell regular popcorn?” Tali blinked. “Huh. Learn new things every day. Anyway!”

They dooted the kazoo.

“Stepping into the ring is Ninja (half-dead-half-wit) and Nick (ecto-american)! I would give them better introductions but you know who they are, also I procrastinated and I only have 15 minutes left to write this, so! PHIGHT!”

“Hope you’re ready to be left out to dry!” Ninja said, pulling the Fenton Wash&Dry out from… well, Tali didn’t really know where.

“Didn’t he use that last round?” Danny asked.

“There’s no rule that the phighters can’t use the Fenton gear twice.” Tali shrugged. “But will it be enough??”

“Two question marks.” Vic nodded, prompting Danny to raise an eyebrow.

“Too much dialogue tags! Shut up and let me announce!”

Vic rolled her eyes.

“ANYWAY— Ninja’s loading the Wash&Dry with Fenton Pods now, oh man, that’s— one, two, three— twenty-seven Fenton Pods, that’s gonna be a lot of bubbles— but oh, it looks like Nick’s got a trick up his sleeve too!”

Nick snuck behind Ninja under the cover of his cloud of darkness. While Ninja was almost ready to explode the Wash&Dry with the unholy power of Too Much Detergent, Nick added the special ingredient chemical X: FANFIC REVIEWER TEARS.

“Oh no,” Vic said. “This won’t end well.”

“It doesn’t.” Clockwork smiled and ate another handful of popcorn.

The Wash&Dry still exploded. It exploded a lot. Much explode. Very water. Much tears. All over Ninja.

Unfortunately for him, that explosion just happened to be of the emotional variety.

Tears shed over angst and hurt bubbled up with the sheer crack energy of the Fenton Pods. The end result was a mixture that fried all of Ninja’s emotions, leaving him face-down on the pavement.

“That… was not what I was expecting,” Danny said. Nick seemed to be thinking the same thing.

“That actually worked??”

“Two question marks,” Vic said again. “You really need to chill, Tali.”

“SHUT UP, IVE GOT LIKE FIVE MINUTES.”

They played The Final Coutdown on the kazoo as horror dawned on Nick’s face.

“Half-dead-half-wit is unable to battle! Ecto-american wins! Which means he will be facing Aurora in the Phinal!”

“As I knew.” Clockwork grinned.

Nick shuddered, already hearing Aurora calling for another Vibe Check.

#round 5 #so sorry this is so late #ecto-american #half-dead-half-wit #writeup #writer tali #results

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sporesgalaxy · 5 years

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You know what? Fuck it. Here's the whole ass WIP script for the Danny Phantom/Ben 10/Deadpool crossover nightmare, which is called #follow ur crossover dreams, by the way. I think copy-pasting on my phone is gonna delete some italics but whatever.

Reminder that it's still a really early draft with a lot I plan on changing (wade Motormouth wilson doesnt say nearly enough bullshit, for starters), but hopefully u will enjoy it. happy birthday to me, my gift is letting myself share ideas without maximum effort

[BEN is running through a crowd of high school students, excitedly. He is on his phone] BEN: C'mon, Gwen, just tell me where to go! I wanna fight some bad guys today! It's been weeks! [GWEN is on a computer] GWEN: Ben, for the last time, you are NOT going into this alone! We aren't even sure what's causing this yet! Seismic activity at this scale is totally unheard of around here, and whatever's causing it-- BEN: Is gonna get it's butt whooped by the one and only Benn Tennyson! BEN: Don't worry, I can totally handle this! GWEN: Yeah, cause things always work out perfectly when you say that. BEN: Just give me the location, and you can catch up with me there! GWEN: No, Ben. I'll fill you in when we know more, but.until then, don't run off. [BEN is dejectedy watching TV at home, when suddenly, there is another earthquake. Soon after, a newswoman reveals the epicenter just outside of town, and Ben gets an idea] [BEN gets off a public bus at a bus stop far outside of town. He looks out into a dry hilly wilderness, and down to his phone gps to confirm he is going in the right direction.] BEN: all right...I didn't wanna risk timing out before I got there, but I think I'm close enough now... [BEN places his phone gps at his feet, closes his eyes, and slaps the Omnitrix] [BEN transforms into Stinkfly] BEN: Well, I was hoping for XLR8, but I guess I can work with this? [BEN picks up his phonr and flies off] [when he reaches the epicenter BEN finds, embedded into a large hill, an abandoned lab of some sort.] BEN: ooOh [BEN enters the lab, and shortly times out, becoming human again. He sort of tries to sneak, but is clearly too excited/curious to be very effective] [The lab is full of rusting, inscruitable equiptment. Finally, Ben enters a natural cave turned testing area deep inside the lab, a cavernous room machinery littering the floor. There seems to be a fixation on machinery that we would recognize as Danny's parents' portal, but not embedded into a wall, so like a door attatched to a tube. Spare parts and dissasembled prototypes rest along the edges of the room, and a few assembled peices rest towards one end.] [Ben stands on the far south end of the cave, looking around at all of the strange wiring and such.] BEN: I wonder if this is Plumber tech... [BEN kicks a bundle of cords on the floor, and the sound echoes through the room.] [Then, a stranger sound eminates from somewhere just outside of the cavern. And another, similar, closer sound is accompanied by a visible flash. And then-- in a green streak, DANNY bursts into the air in the cavernous space, and then hits the floor and skids. When he stops, he turns human as he falls unconscious] [BEN has no fucking idea what is going on] BEN: uh...h...HEY. ARE YOU...OKAY? DANNY: ... BEN: HELLO? HELO-O? DP: ya think he's dead? BEN: AUGH!!!! [BEN jumps violently, very surprised by Deadpool's presence, and takes a step back] BEN: Who the heck are you?! DP: Call me Deadpool! [BEN gives him a look of utter disbelief. That is the stupidest superhero name he's ever heard. He's about to say that, but then,] DANNY: [groans] DP: [hops down. Puts a hand out, signalling for Ben to stay] Stay here, kid. [Ben is offended to be belittled even if it's reasonable. He stands with an angry look on his face for a moment before following just a few steps behind deadpool, hand at the ready above his watch.] [DP veeery cautiosly walks over to Danny and then....abruptly switches gears, standing up straight and gently bumping the boy's shoulder with his foot] DP: hey. hey. get up. DANNY: five more minutess.... DP: ...7Your mom made pancakes? [DANNY's eyebrows furrow. He groans again. He props himself up, and rubs his head. He's covered in dirt and some blood. He opens his eyes and his expression is full of exhaustion and dread as he processes his unfamiliar surroundings. He looks up at Deadpool] DANNY: ...........I don't smell any pancakes. [DEADPOOL and DANNY stare at eachother for a moment. DANNY seems to be waiting for something. He suddenly looks at BEN, incredulous] DANNY: So are either of you going to attack me, or are we having a staring contest? BEN: I dunno, are YOU going to attack? [DANNY is so tired. He's had a long day] DANNY: I'd prefer not to, but it tends to happen a lot. DP: Well that's depressing! BEN: Well if none of us are fighting, I have a question. BEN: Where'd you two come from? DANNY: Ghost portal. DP: Time travel. BEN: ... BEN: You're not giving me much to work with, here. [BEN points to DANNY] BEN: Especially you. I get time travel, I can live with that-- DP: Thank god. BEN: --But, "ghost portal?" Like a portal for ghosts? Are you dead?? [DP slowly prods Danny with his foot again. Danny is too busy suddenly realizing that he's in human form to be concerned with that] DANNY: I--uh-- BEN: Was that what was up with the green energy? DANNY: Maybe I just went through the ghost portal, ok? I--where are we? BEN: Somewhere on the outskirts of Bellwood, Nevada. DANNY: Nevada? BEN: Nevada DANNY: Huh. DANNY: And why are you here? BEN: [excited to sound smart] There was some unnatural seismic activity around here, and I came to check it out, see if it was anything nefarious. BEN: [cocky] You know, usual superhero stuff. [Danny is a little shocked. He's never really met another superhero before, who wasn't a clone, or accusing Danny of being evil or something] DANNY: oh. BEN: What? DANNY: You're...you're really a superhero? DP: You're like 12 is that safe? [What is the deal with all these young superheroes but say it funnier] BEN: I'm 16!!! DP: Children trying to be superheroes never works out well, trust me kid. BEN: I'm not a child!! Why do you care, huh? DP: Cause I hang out with a lot of superheroes and the heroism business has never done anyone's mental health ANY favors. [DANNY puts his hed in his hands] DANNY: Ugh, tell me about it. BEN: Ha! You AREN'T a normal kid! DANNY: oops. BEN: What can you do?? Do you have GHOST POWERS? [DANNY bites his lip] DANNY: What about you? Do you have powers? BEN: I can turn into any of hundreds of aliens! DANNY: ...care to show me? [BEN looks at the Omnitrix. It's still timed out] BEN: ...in theory... [Danny raises an eyebrow] [meanwhile, Deadpool loses interest. He starts climbing on stuff, looking at the scattered tech.] BEN: Uhhh...can it wait a minute? I just flew here. DANNY: What?? BEN: [gestures to watch, grinning sheepishly] Alien tech! BEN: I swear I'll show you later. What about you! Show me yours! [Deadpool arches an eyebrow at them in the distance] DANNY: ...I guess, since you already guessed it... BEN: What are you so worried about? Ha, haven't you ever met another superhero before? [Ben was sort of kidding, but...] DANNY: BEN: DANNY: Uh, no. Not really. BEN: ...So do you fight bad guys all on your own? DANNY: Uh, yeah? I'm kinda the only person who can. [Reconsiders, and adds with bitterness] Well, the only one who can and will. [Ben thinks about that for a second. He knows how it feels to think you're the only person who can save the world, but Ben is usually wrong when he assumes that's the case. He doesn't like imagining how he'd feel without all the support he's gotten in his hero-ing career. He's genuinely concerned for Danny.] [Danny notices the concern in Ben's expression. Ben seems to be about to say something, but Danny suddenly feels insecure about being pitied. He finally stands up, brushing himself off] DANNY: But like, I have friends, and plenty of tech they can use to help me out. I'm just the only...I guess I'm the only superpowered person willing to deal with fighting ghosts all the time, okay? Whatever! I've been at it for 2 years, I'm used to it. [Ben then adds something together in his head] BEN: Wait, have you never heard of me? Ben 10? DP: Wow! Humble! BEN: No, seriously! Never? Have you ever seen any aliens? DANNY: Uh, no? BEN: Where are you from? DANNY: Colorado. BEN: I've saved the world, like, several times. [DANNY and DP raise an eyebrow each] BEN: Publicly!! People know about me! I'm a big deal!! This is--You guys aren't from here. I need to take you to the Plumbers, so we can-- [A portal powers up again. DANNY seems to suddenly remember something. He goes stiff] DANNY: Oh no. BEN: What? Is that the Ghost Portal? DANNY: Yeah. And you're about to meet the guy who punched me through it. [DP rejoins them to look at the threat] DP: Oh, now that you two have your shit figured out, I should mention I'm from another universe. BEN: WHAT! You said time travel! DP: Yeah, time travel gone horribly, horribly wrong. BEN: How??? I've time travelled a few times and never seen anyine mess it up that bad. DANNY: Yeah since when does time travel take you to other universes? DP: OH SO WE'RE ALL TIME TRAVEL EXPERTS HERE ARE WE??? I'm not telling you two how to live YOUR lives! DP: How about I start bragging about being a superhero expert! Neither of you even know what an X-man *IS!* BEN: Like from the comics? [DP looks at Ben. He won't say it out loud but his expression says "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE"] [BEN shrugs]

[time to get DISJOINTED!!! Here's 2 comic transcripts]

...[some fighting I havent written yet]...

DP: DANNY WHY IS YOUR GHOST DAD SO HOT?? DANNY: HE'S NOT MY DAD. PLEASE DON'T CALL HIM THAT, IT'S A WHOLE *THING* WITH HIM-- [VLAD beams] VLAD: Now, Daniel, is that any way to speak to your father?? DANNY: SEE?! Now he'll never shut up about it! VLAD: I've had enough of your sass, young man! You're GROUNDED. [VLAD spikes Danny into the ground HARD.] [DP is pissed off now. He reaches for his katanas.] DP: Ok I get the picture.

...[more unwritten fighting]...

VLAD: Well, now that I have your undivided attention-- [DANNY has just been punched into the ground. He's sitting up, now] DANNY: --You can start the evil monologue. Joy. VLAD: Evil is such a reductive word. Don't you ever get tired of being beaten half to death to protect people that couldn't care less if you lived or died? [DANNY stands up, with some difficulty] DANNY: You *would* think having a conscience is exhausting. [VLAD is taking a lazy step towards Danny every few moments] VLAD: ...Have you noticed where we are, Daniel? VLAD: Because it isn't Amity Park. It's not even in the same universe as Amity Park. VLAD: And it's not anywhere your idiot father will ever bother finding, seeing as it has nothing whatsoever to do with ghosts. [VLAD is standing over Danny, now] VLAD: Do you know what that means, my boy? VLAD: Nothing I do here can spoil my reputation. VLAD: And none of your little friends are coming to save you. [VLAD places a hand on Danny's shoulder, gripping too tight] VLAD: So VLAD: I'm going to make you the same offer I made you the night of the reunion VLAD: One. Last. Time. VLAD: Either abandon Jack and let me teach you how to really use your powers, [VLAD summons some ghostly energy between his hand and Danny's shoulder] VLAD: Or force me to make poor, dear Maddie file a missing person's report that will never be resolved.

[wow direct segue into comic!]

..[just a tad more unwritten fighting]...

[Vlad has Ben by the neck very far up in the air, and Ben is frantically pressing his Omnitrix] VLAD: [cackles] Goodness, I think your powers might be even more tempermental than Daniel's! It's a little sad, honestly. I was looking forward to a real challenge for once. DP: [on the ground, a distance away] Superpowers shmuperpowers [cocks gun, and fires a couple of shots at Vlad] [Vlad was watching DP talk, unimpressed. He becomes intangible, clearly no longer interested in Ben, allowing him to plummet to his death] [After becoming tangible again, and without breaking eye contact, in a flash of pink energy, Vlad is right in front of Deadpool, and violently pins him to a wall] DP: AWH, you can teleport?! That's not even fair!! VLAD: [close to Deadpools face, crushing his neck harder] No. It isn't. And that's just how I like it. DP: [choking] [thinking] don't say harder daddy don't say harder daddy don't say harder daddy [cut to Ben falling through the air, desperately, repeatedly smacking the Omnitrix] BEN: PLEASE WORK PLEASE WORK PL-- [Danny swoops in and catches him] BEN: [clinging to Danny, obviously spooked but trying to be cool] Thanks! DANNY: [amused] Don't mention it. [Danny puts Ben down on the ground] BEN: Um..where are your legs? DANNY: Oh, they uh...they just do that sometimes. DANNY: Is something wrong with your watch? BEN: [glares at the Omnitrix] It just does this, sometimes. [Danny sees something coming] DANNY: Well you'd better fix it fast! [Ben looks up just as Danny turns them both intangible, seconds before Deadpool is sent hurtling through them and into the ground] [BEN is grinning, watching his hands as they turn re-tangible] BEN: That is SO COOL! I've only ever gotten to do that to myself! Y'know, as an alien! [DANNY was looking at DP's crater, but turns to BEN, surprised at the genuine enthusiasm] DANNY: [maybe blushing a little?] Uh, thanks! [BEN grins at him, and Danny smiles back. They're cute.] [Deadpool's hand pops out of the crater, waving (flailing)...reassuringly?] DP: Don't worry about me, all he did was break [groans] most of my bones. [Danny grabs Ben and pulls him out of the way before Vlad fires an energy blast at Deadpool] VLAD: Still think you can manage without superpowers? [DP sits up painfully and slowly, and coughs] DP: Ac-- [Vlad hits him with a copious amount of energy blasts for an unnecessarily long time as he slowly lowers to the ground] [When Vlad lands and stops firing, he turns around to face Danny and Ben] VLAD: Where were we, Daniel? [Danny is horrified. He's gripping a fistful of Ben's shirt like his life depends on it, expecting to have to save him a third time. Ben is a bit shaken but still determined, and holds his hand at the ready over the Omnitrix] VLAD: ...That was rhetorical, my boy. I had just asked you a very simple question. VLAD: [turning his gaze to Ben] And I don't want to repeat myself. [Ben is not quite picking up on Vlad's thinly veiled threat. Danny, bug-eyed, follows Vlad's gaze to Ben, and is clearly absolutely terrified to be responsible for the deaths of two people he just met. Danny tightens his grip on Ben's shirt.] DANNY: ...I-- [a gunshot hits Vlad from behind. Vlad is completely shocked] [behind him, DEADPOOL is sitting up in the crater, charred to all hell but somehow still alive. He appears to only have one (barely) functioning arm left, which is holding the smoking gun] DP: I never said I didn't have any superpowers, jackass. [DP narrows his eyes] DP: I just like guns. [DP tries to shoot VLAD a few more times, but VLAD has turned intangible, and flies to a safer distance] Vlads gonna say some shit and run off Im not done yet but hoo boy. Oh man.

#void screaming #follow ur crossover dreams

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nowitsdarkfic · 5 years

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hanging out with joey would include

First of all, he’d be really sweet to you. No strings attached, either—even if you’re a guy, he’ll be a darling to you.

He’ll hold the door for you.

He’ll tell you if that shirt looks good on you—he might even tell you if it doesn’t, because he was once caught wearing his mom’s leopard print top over leather pants, he KNOWS what ridiculousness looks like.

You guys probably met on accident, like he was standing next to you in the beer line and he overheard you singing “Oh Sherrie” to yourself and he thought it’d be a good idea to break out in song with you. Or you guys kept rubbing butts together when the walls of the concert halls got a little too tight.

He’s not really looking for anyone but he wouldn’t mind spending an hour or five with a lovely young lady such as yourself.

Don’t let his old stoney/resting bitch face fool you, especially since he’s had it since he was an adolescent. Even so much as saying hi to him is enough to coax a smile so bright, you would think the Indian summer is upon us.

He blushes... a lot, especially when you tell him he’s one of your favorite singers. You know, he’s like “me? No wayyyyy.”

Dirty jokes. Absolutely filthy and naughty, and to the point you wonder if he’s sure about not wanting someone.

He’s the kind of guy who’s a total gentleman but at the end of the day, he’s got a dick and he knows how to use it.

There’s a little twinkle in those brown eyes when you least expect it but he knows he’ll make you laugh because he’s just that good.

Pizza. Penne with prosciutto. Coffee. Lots of coffee. He might even take yours if you don’t finish it. No booze: too many times Scott and Frankie threatened to leave if he didn’t put down the bottle.

You better be a music fan otherwise you have no business being there. So help me.

You play music, oh boy!!!

If you’re a drummer, he’ll suggest jamming with you.

If you’re a guitarist, he’ll look at you all coy and ask for a lesson in a small voice.

He’ll do that but get uncomfortably close to your face and pucker his lips if you play piano.

You remember that his aunt likes to call him sassy and ho-oh-oh-oh boy does it show.

You think he’s gonna be like “please...” and he’ll be thinking “bitch” before then and “get out” afterwards if they fuck up the set of Madhouse. Again. The boy likes to perform and play with his hair.

#geddyleeorbust

“The White Album on creamy vinyl is a surefire way to make me cream my jeans.”

When you guys are at that weird stage in which you’re not sure if he likes you more than a friend, compliment on his butt and see how he reacts to it.

If he blushes and covers up, you’re not there yet.

If he giggles and says “nah”, it’s getting there.

Notice how he behaves with Charlie and Danny. You watch him put an arm around Danny’s shoulders and cuddle him like he’s a little teddy bear and you low-key want him to hold you like that.

He and Charlie like to shop around for vinyl, but something tells you that it’s all for you, baby doll.

His high-waisted jeans accentuate his legs and his hips so much you’d think they’re going up to ya-ya.

Ah, upstate New York. Even saying the name beckons a feeling of fresh fallen snow.

Take his word for it when he tells you to wear a coat and a sweater.

Take his word for it when he tells you to watch your step, even if there’s nothing there, especially if there’s nothing there. Trust me, it’s upstate. There’s always something underfoot, even when there isn’t.

You ask him if his hockey mask really is made just for him and he dares you to put it on. He’s got those full cheekbones, that straight Roman nose, and those odd, almost gaunt dimples in his cheeks, good luck 🙃

He wants to give you a dream catcher because they keep the nightmares away, and this is where you start to wonder if there’s something more between the two of you, like if he sees you as more than just a new friend to bring home to Ma.

You find he’s got about twenty different wristwatches and five identical pairs of black Chuck Taylors and yet he’s hardly got anything to eat. Except for pasta. He’s lousy with it.

He’s not a very good cook, but he tries, though. Oh, does he try—the other side of his heritage is Italian after all.

But his hand shakes from the pressure of cooking for a guest and from the fear of legitimately setting a pot of water on fire, and so you assist him.

You stand next to him and you make sure he has a rolling boil for pasta.

He puts his hands in the butt pockets of his jeans and you make out a lovely curve to his hips.

In fact, this is where you start to see him as... kinda cute. He’s trying his best for you even when he screws up, because he likes you

You remember that his butt is soft, and it’s kind of a weird thing to recall from when you guys met. Kind of.

He’s got back, as in baby got back—he is a Libra, you know. Libras are the kings and queens of the derrière.

You also remember his hair feeling weirdly soft, too, even though it’s so coarse.

And then that voice--oh, holy fuck, that voice! You could hear him sing the phone book and it’d be the hottest thing ever.

You look at his hips and you wonder if it’s subconscious on his part, like if he’s trying to flex for you.

As a matter of fact, you take a closer look at his sinewy arms and find that yes, he is flexing.

You start to wonder about his chest, and then his stomach, and of course, his thighs and the space between.

You examine the full shape of his thighs, prominent and striking on his slender body. Gosh, he’s so thin, but his hips and thighs are actually quite sensual. Voluptuous and healthily thick. Sexy, in fact.

You think of touching them and kissing the insides of them. It’s a fleeting thought but it’s there. You think it.

No, no. You don’t wanna think about him like that. He’s not looking for anything and he’s just being kind to you.

But gosh. His thighs are tempting. He’s looking a little lush right now, too. Think about it: he brought you home with him, he’s been nothing but sweet to you, and most of all, you got to touch his butt!

And then he looks at you with those deep eyes and those sensual lips and says “you wanna put the linguine in or should I do it?”

And then you go ahead and do it for him because you don’t want his beautiful body splashed with boiling hot water.

He likes to eat. Well, you might’ve noticed that from before but HAHAHAHAHA you only saw the tip of the iceberg.

When he’s full, he gives his black hair a toss before he leans back in his chair and sets his hands on his svelte, slim tummy for a gentle massage. Something about it so comforting and... erotic.

He’s relaxed and feeling soft. He’s vulnerable.

Is he flirting with you? You don’t really know. But oh. my. god... you’re... finding him very attractive right now.

I mean, shit. You just had dinner together. And you know the old proverb: “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” He’s showing you his body in the most relaxed state you have ever seen.

He closes his eyes and sets a hand on the side of his face.

Okay, he’s definitely flirting with you.

You start to wonder what you would look like as a couple.

You start to wonder what he’s like in bed. The skin in his thighs... the skin... elsewhere.

“Lights on or off?”

Oh fuck. You’ve really fallen down the rabbit hole now. You just wanted an innocuous friendship but you find yourself feeling moist. He’s so tempting and you’re starting to feel hot.

It’s intense, especially when he offers you dessert.

Chocolate gelato.

(And FYI: chocolate is an aphrodisiac.)

He asks you for whipped cream on top of his. Let that sink in.

At one point, he offers you a bite of his and he feeds it to you.

A gentle groan emerges from your throat, especially when your eyes lock and he shows you the tip of his tongue.

Oh, no.

Oh... OH, NO.

Oh YEAH!

He asks you if you’re staying at one of the hotels in Oswego, and when you say no, he offers you to spend the night with him.

When the two of you finally do go to bed--he in his own bed and you on his nice comfy couch--you can’t help but think of him, laying there in bed with no shirt on...

And you wonder if he’s thinking of you... if you know what I mean.

And the next time you see each other, he’s still very friendly to you but he never goes any further than the simple platonic behavior of a friendship.

And you wonder if your feelings are reciprocated.

You wonder if he’s feeling something for you but he’s just wary of telling you for... whatever reason.

Ruin the friendship? Wanting to stay true to his word? What the fuck.

In fact, it kinda drives you nuts (yes, that was intended). So many mixed signals but you can’t help yourself.

You look at his thighs some more and you want to touch them SO MUCH.

Indeed, you catch him looking at your chest. It’s a fleeting glance but he does it. You caught him in the act.

He starts acting odd, too: leaving things out, forgetting things, tripping on his words, getting flustered easily... so unlike Joey, what gives?

But remember what I said, though: compliment his butt and see how he reacts to it.

If he blushes, it’s not there yet. If he brushes it off, go for it, baby doll.

#wrote this last night before I went to bed #ain't I a stinker #joey belladonna #anthrax #headcanon #slow burn #would include #mutual pining #fanfic

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thelastspeecher · 5 years

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Story Time

I usually like to include in the title of the post what AU the write is from, but this particular AU has such a long name that I don’t really want to. This takes place in the Reverse Portal Stanley McGucket AU, and is a rare write that takes place from Lute’s perspective. It’s not quite as Lute-centric as the thing I’ll be posting tomorrow, since it focuses a bit more on Stangie memories. But still, we get some good Lute thoughts into what is going on in this tragic AU.

“Uncle Lute, look!” Lute looked up from the dishes he was currently in the process of washing. His niece Daisy ran over, proudly holding a piece of paper. Lute smiled and dried his hands.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“My teacher left a note on my project, sayin’ I’ve got potential in science she’s never seen before!” Daisy enthused. Lute chuckled. He took the piece of paper. It was the results of her fourth-grade science fair project. Angie had helped, but Daisy had insisted on doing the majority of the work on her own.

“I ain’t all that surprised,” he said, ruffling her hair. “Yer quite the smartie. Just like yer ma.” Daisy beamed. “Ya told her when she picked ya up, I assume?” Daisy nodded. “Good. I can put it on the fridge right away, then.” Lute walked over to the fridge and stuck the paper on the door with a magnet shaped like a salamander. He heard the front door open again.

“Ma, are ya goin’ to tell us?” Emory’s voice asked eagerly.

“Yes, sweetie, just let me take a seat in the livin’ room, okay?” Angie’s voice said. Lute pursed his lips. Angie was frequently tired, particularly since she started to help Ford with his research on the Gravity Falls anomalies, in addition to her own. But the exhaustion in her voice wasn’t physical. It was emotional. And that pointed to his missing brother-in-law.

I knew they’d start askin’ about him eventually. The breadcrumbs Danny ‘n Daisy have, or what all Stanford ‘n myself tell ‘em isn’t enough. They want to hear about Stan from their mother.

“Don’t start without me!” Daisy said suddenly. She darted out of the kitchen. Lute took a deep breath and followed her into the living room. Angie entered and took a seat on the couch. Emily and Emmett, six years old and just done with their first week of school, climbed up next to her. Daisy sat on the floor in front of the couch. Danny joined her.

“Angie,” Lute said softly. Angie looked up. In the seven years that had passed since Stan’s disappearance, the bright caramel color of her hair had started to fade, and she’d been forced to wear reading glasses regularly. Lute couldn’t help but wonder if the stress of everything that had happened was what caused her to age so quickly.

“I’m fine, Lute,” Angie said with a forced smile. Lute leaned against the wall.

“You don’t have to talk about him. I can tell ‘em another story.”

“No, we wanna hear about Dad from Ma!” Emmett protested from Angie’s lap. Lute blinked, surprised. Emmett was the black sheep of his siblings, quiet and unsure. He very rarely raised his voice, and even more rarely wasn’t willing to compromise.

Maybe he’s finally gettin’ some stubbornness in him. Lute smiled. Good. Stan wouldn’t want a kid who’s willing to back down.

“It’s fine, really,” Angie said to Lute. She took a deep breath. “It’s been seven years. I can talk.”

“Okay,” Lute replied. He stayed where he was, determined to step in if Angie became too emotional to carry on.

“What do ya want to hear about, babies?” Angie asked, stroking Emmett’s hair.

“What was Dad like?” Emmett asked. Angie smiled faintly.

“It’d take a long time to explain everything about him,” she said. “Like all people, he’s complex.”

“Ma,” Danny piped up. “Don’t dance around the question.”

“All right, all right. He’s stubborn. Stubborn as a mule. Loyal, willin’ to do anything to protect those he cares about. He has issues showin’ emotion in front of people at times. He’d try to downplay anything he did to be kind as him doin’ just ‘cause it didn’t inconvenience him. His voice would get all gruff when he talked about yer sisters, ‘cause it was the only way to hide how proud he is of ‘em, and how much he loves ‘em.”

She’ll never stop usin’ present-tense, will she.

“How did you two meet?” Danny asked. Angie raised an eyebrow.

“I know you’ve heard that story.”

“Yeah, but not from you.” Danny leaned forward. “Did ya know he was the love of yer life the second ya laid eyes on him?” Angie laughed.

“Not by any means. I was sixteen and hadn’t even left the state before. I couldn’t feel any emotion other than curiosity until I got to know him.” Angie looked over at a photo on the wall, of her and Stan’s high school graduation. “Most of the first interactions we had, I was confused how someone could be so obtuse. He was a real fish outta water on the farm.”

“But he got better,” Daisy said. Angie nodded.

“Yes. He got better.”

“How did ya know he was the one?” Danny asked. Lute let out a small huff of amusement.

There she goes, the hopeless romantic. Lord, am I goin’ to have fun terrorizin’ her dates when she gets older.

“I’m not quite sure,” Angie replied after a moment. She untangled a knot in Emmett’s hair. “It wasn’t one moment. It was a series of moments that all built up.”

“What were-” Danny started.

“Where is he?” Emmett interrupted. Angie’s face broke. Lute stood straighter.

“…I don’t know,” Angie whispered.

“We’ve answered that question, Emmett,” Lute said. Emmett looked over at him.

“Yeah, but yer lyin’,” Emmett said firmly.

“No, we were tellin’ the truth.”

“No. It doesn’t make sense,” Emmett insisted.

And already his new stubbornness is comin’ to bite us in the butt. He really is Stan’s son.

“Honey, yer Uncle Ford was there,” Angie said gently. “He saw what happened.”

“Yeah. Right after he and Dad had a big fight. Uncle Ford could be lying to cover his tracks. He probably is. ‘Cause it doesn’t make any sense fer Dad to be- be wherever Uncle Ford’s machine took him!”

“Junior,” Lute snapped, using the nickname he had come up with when Emmett was five and wanted to go by his middle name, Stanley. “Yer on thin ice.” Emmett glared at him.

“I just want to know what really happened!” Emmett said, crossing his arms. “Dad shoulda been here! He wasn’t! If it’s Uncle Ford’s fault-” A single tear traced its way down Angie’s cheek and landed on Emmett. He looked at Angie, startled. “O-oh. Sorry, Ma.”

“I’m fine,” Angie said. She rubbed her eyes. “I just don’t like thinkin’ ‘bout- ‘bout where yer dad is right now.” Emory embraced Angie.

“Ma, don’t cry,” Emory said softly. Angie smiled through her tears.

“Fer you, I’ll hold ‘em back.”

“I’ll be quiet now,” Emmett mumbled.

“You don’t need to be fer my sake, honey-bun,” Angie said. Her voice was still thick with tears. Emmett shook his head.

“No, I- we should talk ‘bout the good things,” he said. Angie stroked Emmett’s cheek. “I don’t wanna think about him bein’ somewhere bad, either.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” Angie took a shuddering breath. “Danny, the first time I knew yer father and I had somethin’ was when we moved in together. He jumped at the chance to move out of yer grandparents’ house, across the country, with no plan fer a job or anything. Just so he could live with me. Everything that happened after just made me more sure of it. Our bickerin’ over the thermostat, me draggin’ him to museums and forests, him draggin’ me to sporting events. The way- the way he’d just laugh if I jumped onto his back, takin’ on the challenge to carry me to whatever my destination was.” Angie’s eyes grew misty with memory. “The way he smelled and felt. And…the day he proposed, blurting it out without thinkin’, without even havin’ the ring on him.” Danny’s eyes widened.

“Wait, how did Dad propose if he didn’t have a ring?” she asked. Lute cocked his head, curious as well.

I don’t think she ever told anyone how Stan proposed. Angie smiled fondly.

“We were down in the mines, and yer father kept tryin’ to get me to go to this fancy restaurant I liked. But I ignored it, said I was fine traipsin’ ‘round underground. I didn’t pay attention to what was goin’ on, and yer father had to rescue me from bein’ eaten by somethin’. He tackled me, we rolled down a hill, and there, at the base of the hill, with me starin’ up at him, he asked me to marry him.” Angie let out a small wistful sigh. “Never did find out what exactly prompted him to pop the question then and there. Knowin’ him, it probably just felt right. And it did. It was special. Way more special than if it had happened at a restaurant.”

“Aw,” Danny gushed.

“I can see why ya kept that story a secret,” Lute said softly. “It’s a sweet one.”

“Yep. And Stan’s got that hard shell. He wouldn’t want folks to know he’s secretly sappy.”

“He’s gonna come back, right?” Emory asked. Angie nodded.

“Yes,” she said. “He will.” Lute’s heart sunk.

She’s never goin’ to move on.

“I think that’s enough story fer today,” Angie said briskly. “Y’all have some homework, and I have some data to write up.” The children grumbled, but gradually dispersed. Once all four children were gone, Lute joined Angie on the couch. She was staring at the photo on the mantel of Stan, Angie, Danny, and Daisy during their first Halloween as a family. Stan and Angie were dressed as robbers, and the infant Danny and Daisy as sacks of money.

“Banjey, it’s not right to get their hopes up like that,” Lute said in an undertone.

“I know you don’t think he’ll come back,” Angie said softly. “But I know my husband. He’d do anything to come back to his fam’ly. It’s not gettin’ their hopes up to let ‘em know that one day, their dad will be back. It’s preparin’ ‘em fer the future.” She stood. “I really do have research to work on.” She walked away. Lute sighed.

“Learn to keep yer darn mouth shut, McGucket,” he said to himself. He stood up and walked over to the mantel to pick up the Halloween picture. In the background, he could just make out Ford with his back turned, helping Tate go trick-or-treating.

If there was anyone who could bring Stan back, it’d be Stanford. And if there was anyone who could survive alternate realities to come back home to his family, it’d be Stan. He set the picture back on the mantel. Maybe I should try bein’ optimistic like Angie fer once. It’d sure be better than assuming my brother’s dead. He let out a sigh.

“Somethin’ to ruminate on,” he said quietly. He turned away from the mantel.

Now, back to the dishes.

#Reverse Portal Stanley McGucket AU #Stangie Family #Lute McGucket #Angie McGucket #Daisy McGucket #Emily Pines #Emmett McGucket #Danica Pines #my writing #ficlet #speecher speaks

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tracies-tales · 5 years

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Dressed to Impress

The late October air was crisp and chill in their nostrils as Dan and Arin briskly shuffled through the parking lot towards the awaiting doors of the costume shop. Corny posters lined the windows, stating appropriately spooky themed puns as, ‘Prices so good they’re scary!’ and ‘You’ll lose your head over our inventory!’

They shouldered their way through the door, Arin already taking his gloves off to breath hot air on them as it shut behind them. “Fuck dude, wasn’t it goddamn ninety degrees like two weeks ago?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Bro, that’s what the planet gets for not being able to keep up with humanity’s toxic emissions,” Dan giggled. “You wanted warmer weather all the time, right? Sucks, you get crazy weird temperature fluctuations first.”

“You’re giving me all kinds of weird fluctuations,” Arin elbowed Dan playfully.

Dan rolled his eyes, “I know I have that affect on you, baby bear.” He finally allowed himself to gaze at the rows upon rows of costumes hanging before them. “Woah,” he said at the sheer overwhelming number of them he could see before they’d even properly began to search.

“Told you this was the place to shop,” Arin said. “Hit up the fuckin’ Wal-Mart or whatever for your candy, but costumes? You want a kick ass costume, you come here.”

“I can only imagine why,” Dan grinned, bouncing on his toes and subsequently causing his hair to bounce with it. He clapped his hands together, “Let’s get started.”

They picked an aisle at random, rummaging through the wide variety of outfits. Arin snorted and said, “God, there’s like twelve Jason outfits in a row. That sure ruins my whole agenda.”

“But you could be like, Jason X or something,” Dan said as he tugged out a cloak to look at. “He was a pretty cool Jason.”

“Um, let’s be real Dan, they’re all cool Jason’s,” Arin said, laughing as Dan turned to cuff him lightly in the face with a hand.

Dan pulled the cloak off its hanger and put it on, dramatically swishing an arm to half cover his face. He made a, “Waaah!” impression of their Ghoul Grumps intro. “How do I look?” he waggled his brows at Arin over his arm.

Arin snorted and used a stereotypical vampire accent to say, “Oh, ju look seemply deleecious. I vant you to suuuck my diiick.”

“Do you now? My vampiric charms are working,” Dan’s attempted evil facade was broken by his grin. He waved his free hand dramatically through the air and said, “Come to me, then, my beautiful one.”

Arin set the back of his hand on his forehead and swooned, “Oh, what is this power overtaking me? It’s...it’s coming from my penis.” He started making a jerk-off motion in front of his crotch. He started to use the whiny girl accent he knew Dan hated and said, “Ooohhh, it’s sooo gooood.”

Dan started laughing in spite of himself and swatted at Arin’s arm, “Arin, please God no, not now.”

Arin smiled and kissed Dan’s cheek, “You’re just lucky I don’t want to get us thrown out before we’ve even found our costumes.”

“Well shit, apparently I don’t even need to keep looking,” Dan threw the cape over his shoulder. “You have any ideas?”

“I was already Princess Peach one year,” Arin rubbed a hand over his chin as he perused the dresses. “Fuck man, I don’t know.”

Dan jumped suddenly and said, “Wait, I have an idea! I’ll be back,” before he sprinted off down the aisle and disappeared. Arin shrugged and went back to rifling through his options, considering which Disney Princess dress he’d look the best in as he waited.

A few minutes later, Dan showed up at the end of the aisle, strutting towards Arin in the same vampire cloak but now sporting fishnet tights and bedazzled red high heels. Arin felt his heart stop, his situation not helped when Dan struck a pose, jutting out his hips and setting one hand on his waist while the other went to card through his hair.

“You thought I made a sexy vampire before,” Dan smirked, biting his lip and sliding one foot to stick out his leg. “Now, I’m irresistible.”

Arin blinked a few times before he said, “I mean...fuck me.”

“Not while we’re in public, baby,” Dan winked. He nodded and said, “I’m satisfied with this. You think of anything?”

“The only thing I can think of now is having your dick in my butt,” Arin retorted, “so thanks, you’ve ruined shopping.”

Dan laughed and clapped his hands together, “Aww, I’m sorry, Arin. I’ll go take off the fishnets to be less distracting.”

“Fuck no! Leave them, what’s wrong with you? Why would you ever consider wearing anything else?” Arin asked.

“Uh, because I don’t want my dick swinging around in the breeze on the daily?”

“Well maybe you don’t, but some of us would appreciate it.”

Dan giggled and bopped a finger to Arin’s nose, “I know. But come on, there’s gotta be something in this labyrinth of a store that you wanna wear.”

~~~

“Dude, how do you wear this thing?” Arin asked as Dan helped him tug on the spandex Danny Sexbang uniform.

Dan laughed, “Well, for starters, I don’t have any handsome chub rolls to tuck into it. Second, it was tailored specifically for me.”

“For starters,” Arin mocked, “they’re not chub rolls, they’re all the spicy tuna rolls we’ve been eating,” he grinned and slapped a hand to his stomach. “Second, I really hope I don’t stretch this thing out.”

“No worries, this is the old one. I’ve been wanting to see what it looks like on you for ages, anyway,” Dan admitted with a faint blush tinting his cheeks. He tied the cape on and stepped back, saying, “Alright, let’s see it!”

Arin spun around to face him, the sparkling blue cape flying out behind him. “Hey, I’m Arin Sexbang!” Arin made finger guns. “Check out my kung fu,” he said, trying to kick out a leg and failing. He chuckled at himself before he asked, “How’s it look?”

Dan didn’t respond right away, too busy drinking in every detail. He finally snapped back to attention with a, “Wha?”

Arin smiled and walked forward, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should,” Dan replied, looking down at him again as Arin tucked his arms around him, wrapping him in the cape. “You look ravishing,” Dan purred as he set a hand on Arin’s jaw.

“We are two sexy sons of bitches,” Arin nodded.

“Hell yeah we are,” Dan grinned, giving Arin a kiss. “Now let’s go scar some children for life!”

Arin threw his hands into the air, “Yeah! Nothing like making people look at two grown men in spandex and fishnets.”

“They’re just gonna be jealous,” Dan pinched Arin’s cheek. “Come on, we’re gonna miss the first trick or treaters.”

“Coming,” Arin followed Dan to the foyer to wait with their bowls of candy, glad he hadn’t settled for anything at the costume shop.

#egobang #how could i not #300 follower special #holy shit??#i'm beside myself this is wild #thank you all so much!!#fluff #polygrumps #i know it's not halloween anymore okay #im just late #ficlet

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welshwoman1988 · 5 years

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Tied With Ivy And Thread

I was part of the @sterek-events2019 Valentine’s Day Soulmate exchange and I was paired with the lovely @aqua-ref ! Hope you enjoy, Cathy!!

(And Here Is The AO3 Link For Those That Want It!)

Enjoy!

Stiles looks up at the towering… well, tower. The thing is completely flattened brick, no grip holds or broken stone for him to grasp ahold of. Not to mention, its height is very… daunting.

He looks at his hand, twitching his fingers slightly so that the red catches the evening sunlight.

The thread still leads upwards, to a window he can just barely make out.

Sighing heavily, Stiles has a brief moment of wishing that his thread led to a pretty face next door, like Scott and Allison’s did, but then he pushes that away with the reminder that he wanted to see the world and hoped that his thread led him on daring adventures that he could brag about when he came back home.

Although, he had to admit, that none of his imaginings ever prepared him for this…

Well, never let it be said that Stiles Stilinski is a quitter! Hanging on to the sudden optimism, Stiles renews his search of the tower’s base, eyes peeled for any irregularity that he could possibly have missed on his first quick scan.

The stone remains as smooth and unbroken as before, but there is a sudden tugging on his ring finger that has him looking up at the window again…

…just in time to see a dark-haired person dart back inside it, obviously spooked at being caught.

Stiles’ heart starts pounding like a drum in his chest, so many questions clamoring to be asked that he can’t seem to make any of them squeeze past the lump that has taken residence in his throat. He is completely speechless, a rarity in his life, and is scrambling for his waterskin to try to clear his throat when a loud, clear voice rings out.

“What are you doing here?”

Choking, in both surprise and because the water he was drinking went down the wrong way, Stiles has to hack out a few times before a raspy, “Following the thread.” manages to make it past his lips.

There is a long silence in answer to his question, long enough for Stiles to consider shouting up his answer again, just in case his companion didn’t hear him the first time.

He is just opening his mouth as the voice calls out again. “And this ‘thread’ led you here?”

Stiles doesn’t take umbrage at the man’s – is the person a man? They sound like one, or a deeply toned girl – tone. There are many kinds of ‘thread’ that could have led him here, and not all of them were very trustworthy. A lot were nothing but hokum and even Stiles called them out as hogwash, but he didn’t want to specify just which ‘thread’ he had followed.

His companion already seemed a bit spooked, Stiles really didn’t want to frighten them any more.

So, he simply says, “Yes, it did.” and leaves it at that.

What sounds like a snort carries on the air before a heavy sigh follows it. “You’re not going to leave if I ask you to, are you?”

Stiles squints up at the tower window. He knows that tone, he’s very familiar with that tone. Scott has used that tone more than once when he’s done something stupid that he doesn’t want Stiles to find out about.

“How am I going to help you if I leave?”

Another sigh floats down to Stiles, sounding so dramatically dejected that Stiles is stuck between actually feeling sorry for this guy – he’s still leaning toward the occupant being a dude – and biting his lip to keep from laughing.

“I just know that I’m going to regret this, but here.”

It’s a good thing that Stiles is looking up already or the large length of… something that comes hurtling toward his head might have knocked him out. As it is, the… rope, maybe? ...hits the ground with a soft thwump and he hears, “Climb up on that.” float down afterward.

Stiles eyes the climbing apparatus dubiously, one hand reaching out hesitantly to rub his fingers over it. Purely to test its durability and tension, of course.

He barely has his palm on it for a second before he’s jerking his hand back with a sudden shiver.

“Is this hair???”

Another one of those ‘woe is me’ sighs before might-be-a-man/might-be-a-woman snaps, “Yes, and it’s mine. Do you want to get up here or not?”

Stiles bites his lip, uncertain about how he feels climbing someone’s hair to get to the window in the top of a tower. His thread is throbbing with a warm heat now as if it knows that Stiles is close to his Intended and he’s more excited to finally meet the person that’s meant for him than creeped out by the fact that he’s climbing hair.

Not that this isn’t weird…

Shaking his head, Stiles just grabs ahold of the hair and begins to climb. When he doesn’t hear any groans or grunts of pain, some of his uneasiness fades as he slowly begins to scale the tower.

He only looks down once, unconvinced that he’s really made any progress, but that quickly proves to be a bad idea. He instead focuses on keeping his gaze on the window that is slowly coming closer and closer…

What he originally thought was a small square while standing on the ground, now reveals itself to be a pretty decent sized window, the perfect place to sprawl with a book or some scrolls without having to sit all day in a stiff chair.

His attention is pulled away from the open window by the length of hair strung up beside it; it’s slung over a hook of some sort, which would explain why he didn’t hear any sounds of pain. He’s just about to ask how long it took for Not-A-Captive-Anymore to gather all of this hair when his eyes decide to keep following the length of hair, his words falling out of his mouth when his jaw hits the floor.

The reason for this was twofold; first, the hair that Stiles just climbed up wasn’t just gathered, oh no. This stuff was still attached to this guy’s head, which made him climbing up the stuff even creepier than before.

The second part was really two smaller parts shoved together, which Stiles figured just made one big part and he counted it as one in his head. Point 2a. was that he found out that the Not-A-Captive actually was a guy, and Point 2b. was that he was the most gorgeous guy that Stiles has ever laid eyes on.

And he grew up with Danny, by the Moon!

Aside from the whole hair… thing, the guy was muscled and sturdy, arm easily scooping up strands of his hair like it was nothing and Stiles heard the sound it made when it hit the ground, okay? Those ebony locks had some weight to them, and the guy was just heaving them here and there like they were silky papers that were in his way!

Add that to the fact that this guy’s eyes seemed to defy a simple color code; depending on where he stood in the room and whether or not the sun was reflecting off them, those eyes were either a shimmering green, a deep chocolate, or some mixture of the two that bleed out to a golden ring outside the iris…

“I don’t think I’ve been up here long enough to miss much, but I’m pretty sure that you’re supposed to introduce yourself when you swing through someone’s window.”

Realizing that he’s just spent the last few minutes just staring at this guy, Stiles clasps his hands behind his back, using the motion to rub at the thread that is now throbbing in time with his heartbeat, before dipping in a short bow. “Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. At your service.”

“Stiles Stilinski?”

Grimacing a little, Stiles continues to rub at his ring finger, a nervous habit that he picked up ever since he first started to notice the red thread gradually winding around his hand. “My given name is a bit of a mouthful and can be hard for people to pronounce, so I just go by my nickname now.”

The man hums at that but doesn’t insist on hearing Stiles’ given name like so many other people do when they hear his explanation, which is kind of disappointing. Stiles wanted to see if this guy could actually say it, he is Stiles’ Intended, after all…

Well, it’s not like he won’t have another chance to do so. Stiles should be happy that he wasn’t pushed to give his name after he made it clear that-

“Derek.” The name pulls Stiles out of his contemplation, eyes wide when ‘Derek’ blushes dark enough to be seen under all of his hair. “Derek Hale. Is my name.”

Stiles has to grin at that, charmed by the fact that his Intended blushes when confronted with attention, despite the fact that his name is making something niggle at the back of Stiles’ brain. “Nice to meet you, Derek Hale.”

Derek smirks a little, shaking his head for some reason as he replies, “And you as well, Stiles Stilinski.”

“So, you gonna tell me why you’re holed up in this tower, Derek Hale? Something tells me that it has to do with the fact that you have more hair than a whole village of people…”

The blush is back, and Stiles has to bite his lip to keep from cooing at that, more so when Derek rubs his hand over his face and mutters, “It’s fucking embarrassing…” before sighing heavily.

“Well, before I get into that, there’s something that you should know. I’m only telling you this because I can already smell one on you, enough for me to know that you spent a lot of time together…”

Stiles gets what Derek is trying to say almost as soon as the man flashes blue eyes at him, the tension in his body lessening when the only reaction Stiles gives him is a slight nod.

“Okay, so you’re a werewolf. Did a grooming spell go wrong and give you more hair instead of cleaning what you already had?”

Derek huffs. “If it was only that easy… Is the Were you know capable of fully shifting?”

“By all the stars! You know how to fully shift?? Scott hasn’t been able to go anything farther than the partial! That is so impressive! How long have you been able to do that? Did you know as soon as you were Bitten? Because Scott-”

“I wasn’t Bitten. I was Born.”

“May the Moon be blessed…” Stiles has to sit down at that, nearly bruising his butt on the stone floor when he drops more than settles into his seat.

Born Weres are extremely rare to come by, most coming to their power by Bite or Bond, so Stiles thinks his shock is appropriate for the situation. He then starts thinking of all the Were families he knows, trying to match Derek’s surname up to any others that he’s heard of and it’s not until he’s thinking of royal bloodlines that the name finally clicks.

Derek Hale.

Hale.

“Selene help me, you’re the Were Prince.”

Derek’s face grows pinched, whether by Stiles’ tone or the title he gave him, Stiles’ isn’t sure, but he finds out when Derek says, “Don’t call me that. I am no higher or better than any of my brethren. Any Were can rise or fall, no matter Bitten, Bonded or Born.”

For once in his life, Stiles keeps the first thing he wants to say quiet, but that still doesn’t keep him from asking, “Does the fact that you’re one of the Hales have anything to do with the fact that you’re keeping the hairbrush market open and are stuck away like a bird in a cage?”

Derek frowns at that, before sighing and shaking his head. “No, this has more to do with me not paying attention and someone having a stick up their- Well, I think I should just tell you my story and let you decide for yourself.”

Stiles leans forward eagerly, curious as to what led his Intended to this state and wondering if there was any way to help him, curling his hand when a sudden warmth around his ring finger has a stray idea popping into his head…

Derek begins speaking before Stiles can voice his idea, however, and he ends up biting his lip to keep from reacting the more Derek talks.

“I was relaxing in my full shift after a particularly trying full moon, having run much farther than normal during the night. There was this smell that had been teasing my senses, something that carried too many things from a village to be anything in the woods, but I kept from indulging too much into my instincts and following it. While there are many that have accepted Weres, there were still more that wanted to harm us, using the full moon as an excuse for slaughter.”

Stiles nods softly, knowing that there were more than a few people that had less than pleasant thoughts concerning Weres in his own village, Allison’s father Chris among them. It had been a bit of a tough situation when Scott’s thread led him to Allison, but her father seemed to let Scott’s actions speak for himself, as he wasn’t much of a believer in the power of the thread.

Pulling himself away from the bad memories, Stiles makes a motion at Derek to keep talking, something the Were does after a moment of looking Stiles over with a furrow in his brow, almost as if he wants to ask something. It makes Stiles’ cheeks heat, along with another throb from the thread around his finger, like it was trying to make Stiles reach out and complete the connection...

Folding his hands in his lap, Stiles squeezes his palms together and ignores the way that Derek’s gaze drops down to the movement, wanting to find out what had happened to him before he adds more the Were’s plate.

For a moment, it seems like Derek will ask, or rather demand, about whatever it is that’s making Stiles smell the way that he is. Scott, after getting a hold on his powers and learning to use them, could tell whenever Stiles had a bad day or needed an extra hug. Derek’s only hindrance is the fact that he doesn’t know Stiles well enough, but he’s pretty sure that nervousness and anticipation have pretty distinctive smells, no matter who you are.

Sighing heavily, Derek seems to get that Stiles isn’t going to give him anything to distract him from the second part of his story, so he rubs his hands over his face and speaks to a spot somewhere over Stiles’ left ear.

“There was a woman in the words that seemed... particularly enamored of my wolf form. She didn’t seem deterred by my growling at her and kept trying to put her hands in my fur, so I had risen up to leave. She... um, she grabbed at my tail and I may have- may have bitten her for that.”

“Good.” Derek blinks at Stiles’ angry tone, making him shake his head and breathe out sharply. “She obviously was bothering you and you even growled at her to warn her away. If she still tried to touch you after all of that, then I don’t feel any pity for her at all.”

Derek gapes at Stiles for a full minute, seemingly surprised that he might take the man’s side. Wasn’t Derek just saying that there were people that accepted Weres? Stiles hadn’t run screaming when he showed him his Were eyes, so why was Derek so surprised that Stiles condemned the woman who touched him against his will?

Clearing his throat and once more turning his gaze so that he wasn’t looking Stiles in the eye and a suspicious redness dusting his cheeks, Derek flatly states, “She didn’t appreciate the fact that I bit her, when she was just ‘trying to show reverence to my beastly form’. She might also have been a little... upset about where I bit her as well.”

Stiles’ eyes go wide. “You didn’t-” He gestures at his crouch, relieved when Derek’s own eyes go wide and he immediately starts shaking his head, ebony locks making a light swishing sound with each turn.

“Then where...?”

Definitely blushing now, Derek raises his gaze to the sky and places his hand behind him, right where his leg-

“By Selene, you bit her on the ass?”

Stiles immediately dissolves into a giggling fit, not helped by the way that Derek is glaring at him with ruby red cheeks, arm folded in front of his chest like a petulant child.

“It’s not funny! I’ve been here for Selene knows how long and she did this,” Derek gestures to his head with an angry flick of his wrist, “when I didn’t apologize after the second day! And I can’t use it to get out the way that you got in, because it tangles up in the hook and I can’t cut it or pull it out!”

Stiles turns somber at the frustration in Derek’s voice, his hand practically burning with the heat the thread is giving off now. Breathing in deep, Stiles pushes himself to his feet and takes a step towards Derek, telling himself that this is his Intended and that someone, somewhere, saw that they needed each other.

“Did she say how to break the spell?”

Derek’s eyes follow Stiles as he makes his way over to him, darting all over his face as each step gets him closer and closer. “She said I had to apologize to her and she would remove it. She laughed when I said that I would rather eat a year’s worth of horse manure, but said that there was one other way that I could be released.”

Stiles stops a mere foot away from Derek, hands still clasped in front of himself as he asks in a voice that may seem too soft for the moment, but he doesn’t think he can speak any louder. “What was it?”

Derek’s gaze darts all over Stiles’ face, eyes dropping more than once to Stiles’ lips, his tongue coming out to wet his own. Watching as Derek’s eyes dilate when Stiles mimics the action, Stiles gently prods, “What was the other way, Derek?”

“My Intended had to find me. Find me and... and I had to let them kiss me.”

Stiles exhales the breath that he didn’t know that he was holding before raising his hand, red thread almost giving off a low glow in the darkness of a room that is only lit by the light of a setting sun.

“Remember the thread that I said lead me to here?” Derek’s gaze is focused on Stiles’ outstretched hand, a longing sort of hope in his eyes. “It actually lifted up as soon as I made it to the base of this tower. It didn’t just lead me here, it led me to you.”

“You’re... you’re mine?” Derek’s voice sounds so soft and filled with so much longing, that Stiles almost reaches for him despite himself, drawing back at the last second.

“Yes.” Stiles swallows hard when those eyes are once more focused on him. “Yes, I am yours. If you want me. If you want to invoke a Courting, we could do that as well. I know that just because I am your Intended, it doesn’t mean that it is a romantic connection. I would be more than willing to kiss you and become your best friend or advisor-”

“Stiles.” Derek grabs Stiles’ hand, the hand that held the string on it, in his own and pulls Stiles against him.

A blinding warmth suffuses Stiles’ entire body, a soft gasp from Derek telling Stiles that he can feel it too, before what looks like the same red thread winds around where both Stiles and Derek’s hands were clasped together before sinking into their skins.

Stiles stares at where the thread disappeared, startling when Derek speaks again.

“It was you.”

Stiles looks up from their hands, heart caught in his throat when he realizes how close the pair of them are, but Derek doesn’t look away. As a matter of fact, he pulls Stiles even closer.

“The scent that I followed in the woods, the one that had me so on edge... I thought I was dreaming when you found my tower when you answered me when I called down to you. No one... no one else even looked up, no matter how loudly I yelled and screamed. That’s half the reason I wanted you to leave, because I didn’t want you to be a dream that disappeared as soon as I threw my hair down. Then you came through the window, smelling like fresh bread and dried herbs and home-”

Derek shakes his head and buries his face in Stiles’ throat, breathing in deep a few times, seeming to steady himself with every inhale. After a few minutes, Derek finally pulls away from Stiles' neck, but he dips forward to Stiles’ lips, pausing just before they touch.

“If I kiss you, it will be to Bond with you, to take you as my Intended and Mate. Do you accept that? Do you accept me?”

Stiles can’t do anything but wrap his hand around Derek’s neck and pull him forward, practically mashing their lips together and swallowing Derek’s gasp of pleasure at the motion. There is a slight swishing sound filling the room, but it is more background noise as Stiles presses as close as he possibly can to his Intended, a familiar warmth no longer focused on his hand, but blooming outward from his entire body.

When he finally pulls away due to a severe lack of oxygen, he startles a little bit at seeing the shortened hair that just falls to the base of Derek’s skull and the fact that he can’t see the hair anywhere else in the tower.

Derek looks around, a slight pout on his lips at Stiles paying attention to anything else than him right now, before his eyes widen at the bareness of the room as well.

“Uh, Derek?”

“Yeah?”

“I just thought of something.”

Derek’s shoulders tense a bit under Stiles’ hands, but he still meets Stiles’ gaze as he asks, “What’s that?”

“Um, how exactly are we supposed to get down?”

Derek blinks, and then a slow, feral smile spreads across his lips before he leans close enough to Stiles that his mouth brushes against Stiles’ with every word, making a shiver travel his entire frame.

“We don’t have to leave right now, do we?”

No, they did not.

#sterek #eternalsterek #sterekisourdestiny #AU: Fairytale #AU: Fantasy #Rapunzel!Derek #Adventurer!Stiles #Red String of Fate #My Writing #Victoria Writes #Victoria Writes Fanfiction

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Hāʻule Lau (Fallen Leaves) - Chapter Two

Turns out this is going to be a three chapter fic (no one is more surprised than me, but these things happen).

McDanno, M, A03 The radiation poisoning Steve suffered almost ten years ago has finally caught up with him. But they're getting through it, together.

Chapter 2

Eighteen months later

Steve sits on the bathroom floor, wiping his mouth and trying to catch his breath. Danny leans forward to flush the toilet, then settles back down next to Steve. He hands him a water bottle, and Steve takes it, arm shaking as he raises it to his mouth, swishes, and spits.

“Want a blanket?” Danny says after a few minutes. It’s not cold out – it’s summer in Hawaii – but Steve is shivering. He nods, and Danny gets up to retrieve the spare quilt from the bedroom. They’ve used it for this before. Steve will never look at it the same way again.

After a few more minutes, Danny stretches out his pajama-clad legs and sighs, then shoots a guilty look at Steve and tries to rearrange his face into something less miserable. It’s hard to do, though, at three in the morning, in the middle of another punishing round of chemo. The disease has made their lives into an endless cycle of hospital visits and days waiting to see how much more Steve can vomit.

Steve hates the expression that’s taken root on his husband’s face, a sorrowful mix of fear and worry and pity. It’s especially out of place now, this week, when he should be feeling only joy.

“I want you to go,” he says. It comes out too rough, his throat sore and aching, so he tries again. “Danny, I want you to go. Today.”

Danny blinks at him, brow furrowing, and then shakes his head. “No.”

“She’s having a c-section in two days. You should be there. You have to be there.”

Grace lives in L.A. now. She’s in her third year of grad school. She’s also pregnant with her first child, and about to pop. Steve knows that if he wasn’t sick, Danny would be there by her side, waving his hands and grinning and praising every damn thing about his little girl. But instead he’s here, in a cold, smelly bathroom, cleaning up Steve’s puke.

“I’m not leaving you, Steve. No. Forget it.”

Steve takes a deep breath, carefully easing the air in and out. His stomach is staying calm for the moment, so he slides a little closer to Danny. “Hey, listen to me,” he says, and catches Danny’s eye. “I’ll be okay here by myself for a few days. I will. The worst is over.”

Danny glares at him, and shakes his head again. “No.”

“You can’t just say ‘no’ over and over to me, Danny. That’s not an argument.”

“You can’t make me leave.”

Steve starts to respond, pales and coughs while he suppresses the urge to vomit again, and then pokes at Danny with his socked foot. “I’m still gonna be here in a few days, Danny. “ Hopefully not right here, he thinks. His butt aches from sitting on the tile floor. “As much fun as it is having you here with me, I really can get by without you for a little while. I can still drag myself to the bathroom and back, even if you’re in L.A. And if you miss this, the birth of Grace’s kid, your first grandchild….”

“What?” Danny challenges. “What’ll you do?”

“I’ll feel terrible,” Steve says bluntly. Steve feels pretty terrible all the time lately, and Danny knows it. But this, this is an entirely different ballgame. “Please, Danny. Do this for me. For Gracie. For you.”

Danny gazes at Steve, and Steve can only imagine what he’s thinking – that the dark circles under Steve’s eyes are getting larger every day, that the muscles in his arms are getting smaller. That his buzz cut is only a memory. “I don’t want to leave you,” Danny says, voice tight.

“Come here.” Steve holds out his arms, and Danny sags into him, hands sliding under the blanket to find Steve’s clammy skin. “It’s gonna be okay, Danno. I’ll be okay alone for a little while. I can do this.”

Danny presses his face into Steve’s neck, shoulders shaking. Steve strokes his back, trying to keep his breathing regular, praying that the scent of Danny’s hair or laundry detergent or something else random doesn’t send him diving for the toilet for at least a few more minutes. He just wants to hold his husband for a little while, give him some comfort. It shouldn’t be too much to ask.

“Can Charlie come over?” Danny mumbles. Steve hears the hesitance in Danny’s voice, and mentally kicks himself in the ass. Steve has been clear about not wanting anyone to see him like this, and has rejected offers of help from family and friends for weeks. Possibly this wasn’t exactly fair to Danny.

“Yeah, Charlie can come over. Every day, if he wants. I’ll call Kamekona, too.”

Danny huffs out a laugh. “Shall I tell him to bring garlic shrimp? Or do you want the extra spicy kind?”

Steve groans, and pretends to reach for the toilet. Danny sits back in alarm, and then ducks his forehead against Steve’s chest, tiredly curling into his arms again. “I love you, babe. So much.”

Don’t die on me, Danny’s saying. Don’t leave me.

“I love you too, Danny.” I won’t. I’ll try. “Now go book a flight.”

*****

“God, I can’t believe how beautiful she is,” Steve says, leaning forward to try to get a closer look. Charlie picks up the tablet and holds it between them so they can see better.

Grace’s daughter is without a doubt the most beautiful baby that has ever lived.

Steve’s been camped out on the couch all day, watching reality TV with Charlie and waiting for updates. He enjoys spending time with Charlie, he always has. Danny’s son has turned into a good looking young man, blond like Danny used to be and slight, but taller than his father and still growing. Charlie’s simultaneously skyping with Danny and texting someone else on his phone, never still for long. Just like his dad.

On the screen, Danny is sitting in a hospital rocking chair, holding a bundle of striped blanket with a little face peeking out. As beautiful as the infant is, Steve thinks the joy on Danny’s face is even more beautiful. Radiant, even. He’ll keep that thought to himself.

“I can’t believe Grace still hasn’t named her,” Charlie is saying, and Steve forces himself to focus on the conversation.

“It’s an important decision,” Danny says, his voice quiet so as not to wake the baby. “But she did finally make up her mind.” There’s a twinkle in his eye that comes through even over skype, and Steve bites his lip in anticipation.

“She did? What’s her name?” Charlie asks.

“Stephanie Danielle,” Danny says.

“What?” Charlie shrieks, sounding like a six year old again. “That’s – no way!”

Danny’s grinning, and Steve grins back. He knows where this is going.

“Why does she get to be named for you guys? Why not… Charli-ana, or…”

“I think you’re looking for Charlotte,” Steve says under his breath to Charlie, and Charlie nods.

“Yeah, why not Charlotte? And wow, mom’s gonna be pissed, so pissed, Grace can’t really play favorites like that, can she?”

Danny is practically snorting now, trying not to laugh, and Steve loves it so much, this playful side of Danny that hasn’t had a chance to show itself much these days.

“I’m just kidding,” Danny finally says, and Charlie deflates.

“Oh. That’s good.” Charlies pouts. “So, did she name her or not?”

“She’s narrowed it down to Kayla or Justine. Or possibly Maribelle.”

Charlie frowns. “Really?”

Danny grins again. “No. She won’t tell me yet, she wants to tell us all together. But between you and me, I heard her talking to the nurse, and I think she’s going with Annie.”

“Annie,” Steve says, nodding. “That’s really nice.”

“Yeah,” says Danny. “I thought so.” Danny shifts a little, his gaze going down to look at the baby, and then back up at them. “Hey, Charlie, give me a minute with Steve?”

“Sure, no problem.” Charlie stands up from the couch, long limbs arranging themselves with ease, and wanders into the kitchen. The only problem with having Charlie around is that he eats like a horse, and Steve and food don’t really get along. Steve is tempted to unplug the microwave in his defense but the smell in the kitchen is even stronger, and he doesn’t think he should risk it. Maybe tomorrow.

“So babe, how’re you doing?” All joking has been set aside.

“I’m okay, Danny, really.”

“How’d you sleep? You keeping anything down?”

Steve doesn’t answer, and wishes he didn’t have to see Danny’s face fall. But he’s not about to lie.

“That bad?”

“It’ll be better tonight. And I napped a little this afternoon. Drank some water.”

Danny nods. “You look comfy.”

Steve’s covered in blankets, extra pillows piled around him. “Charlie’s looking out for me. He’s a good kid.”

“He is.” Danny looks down at the baby again, and back up at Steve, a little of that joy returning to his face. “I can’t believe it. Grace made a baby. And she’s so gorgeous.”

“She really is. And Grace is, too.”

Danny beams. “She is. Grace was just amazing. So calm, and so strong. You should have seen her, Steve.”

“I will,” Steve says. “Next time you visit. I’ll be with you.”

Danny’s smile flickers, and Steve feels a shiver run down his spine. “Promise?”

Steve knows he can’t, knows he shouldn’t. There’s no way to predict how this will go, whether he’ll recover from this or not. But he’s seized with a sudden confidence, a determination he hasn’t felt in a long time. He wants to fight. He wants to be there for Danny, for their marriage, and for their life together. For Grace and Charlie, and for this beautiful little baby.

So he sends out a prayer to the universe, and looks his husband in the eye. “Yeah, Danno. I promise.”

#Hawaii Five-0 #h50 #Steve McGarrett #Danny Williams #my fic

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Pretty Mess Chapter 5 (Chiona)

A/N: well boy has it been a hot minute since I updated this fic. This chapter’s been sitting in my folder for ages, and after nearly a full damn year of not updating, she back. Life just got super busy, and I actually became more of a twitter stan so I wasn’t really on tumblr that much. But, nevertheless, here I am! I’m gonna try write and update a bit more frequently at least until I get this done, because I got a bit attached to this fic to be completely honest. Hope y'all enjoy xx

TW: s*lf h*rm mention, weed, swearing

Roy didn’t hear from him again for another two weeks. Although upset, he decided to leave Danny be for a while, so he didn’t seem too eager. But then a week and a half went by, and Roy started to get frustrated. It seemed as though Danny was ignoring him. Obviously, the kiss had bothered him to the point that he needed to keep his distance.

The events of that night continued to play out in Roy’s head. Everything from his comforting Danny to the feeling of his soft, plump lips against his. The look of disappointment he could have sworn that Danny had when he said that they should forget the kiss ever happened (however this was probably just Roy’s mind playing tricks on him). He didn’t regret the kiss, not one bit. He’d been wanting to kiss Danny for a long time, and it felt amazing to finally let out all the pent-up emotions he’d had toward the younger queen. But what he did regret was that he had clearly taken it too far. Danny had jolted away so quickly as soon as Roy reached down for his pants that Roy thought he had accidentally hurt him or something. But that wasn’t the case. What confused him, however, was that Danny had taken off both of their shirts, instigating something a little bit more than a make out session, yet pulled away so fast, and so suddenly. Like he was repulsed. Roy had mulled the entire situation over, unable to stop himself from thinking about it, and he realised that Danny probably had a reality check. Sobered up a little bit, and realised what it was that he was doing. And Roy would be lying if he said that the thought of that didn’t make his heart sink.

The only other thing he regretted was not asking more about that fucking blade. Sure, he didn’t want to pry anything out of Danny, or make him uncomfortable. But there was clearly something wrong; Danny was normally really emotional ; he cried a lot; and often thought with his heart and not his head. And it was understandable for him to be upset, since he’d just had a mental breakdown, which had been filmed and would most likely end up being broadcast on television. However there was something off about Danny, like there was something more there that he wasn’t telling anyone. And Roy knew that this blade had something do to it, judging by the way Danny completely froze when he brought it up. And as much as he didn’t want to think about it, the first thing that sprung to mind was that Danny could be cutting himself. It made lots of sense for this to be the case; the blade in the backpack and Danny’s clear nervousness when Roy asked about the blade suggested it. Even though this was most likely what was the problem, Roy desperately hoped that this wasn’t the case. Danny deserved the world, and Roy didn’t want to see him anything but happy.

Roy caught himself smiling thinking of him; thinking of his gorgeous smile and infectious laugh; his carefree, messy attitude that Roy admired; how gorgeous his green eyes were. Holy fuck, he was in deep for this boy and he was only just realising it now. The feelings had always been there, he just never admitted them to himself until that damn kiss. But when Danny pulled away, that’s when Roy knew that he could confirm that these feelings were more than just a little crush. Never before had he felt such disappointment, such a strong feeling of emotional frustration, the feeling of a strong lump forming in his throat as he choked back tears. Because he knew. He knew that Danny saw him only as a friend and this bothered Roy more than he cared to admit.

Roy was in the middle of a rollercoaster of emotions and it was fucking exhausting. And on top of all of this, he was worried about Danny. At first, he thought that he was just distancing himself from Roy, especially after the kiss. But then, after two weeks of Danny being inactive on social media, and multiple texts from some of the All Stars 2 queens asking after him due to him not responding to their messages, the only thing on Roy’s mind was whether Danny was okay. And before he knew it, Roy had found himself sitting in his car outside the front of Danny’s apartment.

He was debating with himself as to if he should go and see Danny. He didn’t want to seem like he was pushy or anything, he just needed to know that his friend was okay. And despite the somewhat positive note that their last meeting had ended with, Roy was terrified to confront Danny. However, his legs were carrying him to the front door before he could even consider driving away.

As he knocked on the door, his breathing grew uneven. After a few seconds, he heard movement behind the door and his breath hitched in his throat. Quickly, he tried to relax his face a bit and even out his breathing. Never let a bitch see you sweat.

The front door swung open, and Roy was immediately met with the strong smell of weed and the sound of David Bowie being played over the speakers… He looked up to see Danny, and he could have sworn that his heart skipped a beat. His black hair was dishevelled and messy, yet adorable, and he had some intense stubble. His face was slightly red, and a little bit puffy, bags circling his eyes, but he somehow still looked beautiful. To top it off he was wearing long pyjama pants and an oversized t shirt, and he looked so incredibly cozy.

Danny’s expression softened slightly when he saw that it was Roy on the other side of his door.

“Hey, chola” Roy said, with a small smile.

“Hey, bitch” Danny smiled, running a hand through his messy hair and leaning slightly against the doorframe.

“Good to see you’re still alive, I was coming over here to check on you” Roy immediately justified, “Obviously you haven’t been responding to anyone’s texts because you’ve been too busy turning your house into a hot box, Laganja”.

Danny pulled a face.

“My phone’s been on airplane mode, you asshole,” he laughed, with a smile that seemed more like a grimace, “Come in.” Danny grabbed Roy’s hand and pulled him inside.

“Why’s it been on airplane mode?” Roy asked, noticing the multiple cigarette butts and empty beer bottles littered all around the house, mostly on the floor of the lounge room.

Danny slumped down on the couch and attempted to clean up a bit.

“I’ve just been having a bit of a creative rush, I needed space to concentrate”

“Did you get anything done?” Roy asked, finding a place to sit.

“Yeah, I started writing a few songs!” Danny’s eyes lit up, immediately stopping his cleaning quest and dropping the beer bottles back on the coffee table again. Roy couldn’t help but smirk. “Do you wanna hear?”

Roy bit his lip to suppress a grin.

“Of course queen! I can pay you with love instead of money for once, being your sugar daddy can get a bit boring sometimes”

Danny laughed and hit him lightly on the shoulder, but Roy was instantly kicking himself for referring to himself as Danny’s ‘sugar daddy’, especially after what happened the last time they saw each other. Danny didn’t seem to take any notice of it, however, and Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay, so I don’t know what to call this one yet but I’m really proud of what I have so far, I just have a verse and the chorus-”

“Just sing, chola” Roy jokingly snapped, a warm smile on his face as he interjected the younger boy’s blabbering.

Danny, although not showing it, was incredibly nervous. This song was written about Roy, and Danny really hoped that he wouldn’t pick up on it. But he was too proud of what he had written to keep it hidden away, so he was going to take the risk. When his breathing calmed down, he opened his mouth and sang.

Road trip when I lost my crown

To get away from this crazy town

He never seemed to look my way

My lover stays with his poker face…

You know how they say I only have eyes for you?

Well you better be looking back at me babe…

Said you better be looking back at me babe

You know how they say I only have eyes for you?

Well you better be looking back at me babe…

Said you better be looking back at me babe

It always shocked Roy when Danny started singing. He would always forget how amazing his voice was until he heard it again, and every time he did he was caught by surprise. And hearing it like this; singing such a beautiful song…it left Roy absolutely floored.

“That’s all I’ve got so far” Danny told him, biting his lip and waiting for feedback.

“Wow, Danny…that was amazing” Roy complimented, breathless, looking up at a beaming Danny.

“I’m so fuckin proud of myself, you have no idea”

“That’s so great, willow” Roy grinned “But just please don’t disappear like that again; I was worried about you”

“I’m sorry” Danny sighed, comfortingly squeezing Roy’s shoulder “I just needed some space”

“I know.“ Roy said softly, “But, Queen, I got so many texts asking if I knew whether you were okay, I couldn’t even get through them all”

“Oh shit, really?”

“No one’s heard from you for two weeks, Danny”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t really think too much of it” Danny frowned, reaching over to his phone and switching off airplane mode for the first time in 2 weeks. Immediately, it erupted with thousands of notifications, and Danny’s eyes widened.

“I don’t see how you managed to go without your phone for so long, that’s some impressive shit, Danny” Roy scoffed sarcastically. Danny hummed in agreement, with a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. Roy assumed he was focusing on something on his phone, so he didn’t think anything of it.

Danny was telling the truth; he had spent the last two weeks writing music. But it wasn’t the whole truth. The past fortnight had consisted of him sleeping, moping around, chain smoking (and then getting upset when he struggled to hit the high notes), drinking, eating junk, cutting most days, and spending most of the time completely zoned out. And on top of all of this, he hadn’t showered in a while, and probably smelled like death. He wasn’t going to tell Roy, though; he had done so much to comfort Danny recently, and he didn’t want to be weak in front of someone so strong.

“I better let people know I’m not dead” Danny scoffed, picking up his phone and trying to avoid the oncoming silence between them.

“Good idea, queen. Twitter’s been going off wondering where the hell you disappeared to”

As Danny typed up a tweet, Roy’s mind was whirring. How long was it going to be before they talked about what happened between them? Was it even something they needed to talk about, or was he just reading to far into the situation? Was it just him feeling the sexual tension between them? He didn’t want to ruin the mood; even though Roy could tell it was a façade, Danny seemed happy and vibrant, and he didn’t really want to make things uncomfortable. So, albeit hesitantly, Roy kept his mouth shut.

“Do you have any plans for today?” Danny asked, breaking his train of thought.

“No, I don’t think so, why?”

“We’re having a movie day” Danny announced, putting down his phone and pulling Roy over to the couch before he could protest.

“Maybe I should clean up a little bit first, though” Danny mused, beginning to gather up the multiple empty beer cans strewn across the room.

“You think, queen? It looks like something blew up in here” Roy stated dryly, proceeding to help his friend clear everything away, “How the fuck do you live like this?”

“I’m a messy slut” Danny winked.

After they had cleaned the living room, Danny was walking toward the couch cradling a six pack of beers and a large bowl of popcorn.

“There you go, chola” Danny handed Roy a beer and carefully sat down on the couch.

“You can choose what we watch, queen, I don’t mind” Roy normally wouldn’t be so quick to let Danny choose what they watched, most of their movie nights involving lots and lots of negotiations, but Roy wanted to make him happy. They finally decided on Halloween (Danny’s favourite move), and as the credits started an uncomfortable silence suddenly fell over the pair of them. And what made it so uncomfortable was that they were sitting on either end of the couch, as far away from each other as possible.

Roy shifted in his spot, nervously taking quite a large sip of his beer. The strange silence was obviously the product of their kiss two weeks ago; otherwise they’d be cuddled up on the couch together, a calming and comfy silence shared between the two of them, just like normal. But because of the kiss, they were as far away from each other as they possibly could be on the couch. The kiss was playing on the back of both of their minds, and the thought of it was exactly what made the air awkward. It was almost like they were scared to get too close to each other, afraid of what would happen if someone initiated any type of contact, even if it was platonic.

And Danny didn’t like the atmosphere one bit. He quickly became jittery and anxious, bouncing his leg up and down as he tried to focus on the movie. For some reason, Roy’s silence made Danny assume that he was mad or something about the fact that he had pulled away from the kiss. And Danny didn’t like the thought of Roy being upset at him one bit. Unable to shut his mind up, he abruptly rushed out of the room, returning with a bong and some of his weed stash. As he placed everything down on the coffee table, Roy watched his shaky hands set everything out.

“Chola, you do realise that if you keep smoking that shit you’re gonna wreck your voice” Roy commented, watching Danny lean his back against the couch as he ground the weed up.

“I know” Danny snapped. Roy opened his mouth to respond, but was left lost for words. Danny obviously needed to smoke to calm himself down, so Roy decided not to comment.

Danny visibly relaxed as soon as he took a hit; his shoulders drooping lazily; his breathing slowing and eyes closing. But Roy couldn’t figure out why he seemed so on edge in the first place; normally he was relaxed when they were around each other, Danny always saying that Roy was one of the few people who could keep him calm. Jesus Christ, Roy thought, This kiss has really fucked things up. He hoped and prayed that things were only awkward because it was still fresh in their minds.

The smell of weed immediately filled to room, and Roy screwed up his nose.

“Sorry. I’m just a bit on edge” Danny admitted, distracting himself by blowing smoke rings into the air.

“I can tell. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, fine” Danny gave him a reassuring smile. “Come here” Danny grabbed his phone and pulled Roy in close to him, holding it up to take a picture of them. Roy pouted his lips and used the picture as an excuse to nestle into Danny as close as he could. When Danny took the picture, he kept his head resting against Roy’s chest as he captioned it.

‘Movie nights with this fucker @thebiancadelrio’

Roy grinned softly at the caption, watching as Danny posted it to his Instagram. He kept his head resting against Roy’s chest and brought his attention back to the movie. The weed had calmed him down to a point that he was feeling brave.

His body tensed up at first, but eventually Roy casually looped his arm around Danny’s waist and snuggled into him. And in that moment, everything was perfect. Neither of them were uncomfortable. Neither of them were unhappy. They were just wrapped around each other, savouring the intimate moment.

Danny was trying to watch the movie, but his mind was focusing on how lovely it felt to be cuddled up next to Roy like this. He had a warm feeling across his chest from the weed, and he was contentedly sleepy, eyes half shut. The atmosphere had suddenly gone from awkward to comfortable, and Danny was so fucking glad. His mind was racing, however, struggling to steer his thoughts away from Roy to focus on the film he’d already seen so many times. It was much easier said than done. After debating with his head, Danny closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Fuck it, he thought, turning his head to face Roy.

“Roy” Danny asked, looking up at the older man. Roy stared down at him with a warm smile on his face. Danny stared at him like he was trying to memorise how his face looked, smiling softly as his eyes scanned the dark brown eyes, olive skin and dark stubble on his jaw.

“Yeah?” Roy asked, eyes unable to move away from Danny’s.

Before Danny could change his mind, he quickly pressed his lips against Roy’s in a small peck, leaving them there for a little while. When Danny felt Roy softly kiss back, his stomach lurched, and he tried his hardest to suppress a grin. Then he broke the kiss with another peck, before whipping his head back around to focus on the movie again, nestling his head back into Roy’s shoulder, trying to hide the massive smile on his face. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, moving in closer.

Roy’s eyes widened, completely taken by surprise. Grinning like an idiot (and grateful that Danny’s back was turned so he couldn’t see the look on his face), Roy bent down and pressed a kiss to Danny’s forehead before shifting slightly and nestling into him.Roy had never had such a blissful moment in his life.

#biadore #adore delano #bianca del rio #chiona #pretty mess #tw self harm #fluff #rpdr fanfiction #canon compliant

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phandomphightclub · 5 years

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Phinal Round, First Place Match: @reallydumbdannyphantomaus vs. @heyheyitsstillgay

The ring was repaved. Vic and Tali were back in their seats. Tucker had finally gotten some decent food.

Finally, finally, everything was ready for the final battle.

“Bug versus Anri, huh?” Tucker asked. “Is it too late to place bets?”

“Who would you bet for?” Danny asked in return.

“Probably Bug, honestly,” he said after taking a big bite from his burger. “They might be a pain, but they’re apparently pretty good. Not a ton of ghosts can get the whole duplication thing down.”

“I’d still vote for Anri,” Sam argued. “They’ve got more raw power. Plus it looks like they have more abilities than they let on.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out who’s gonna win!” Tali said brightly as the two ghosts once again entered the ring.

“Our phinal match here, pholks! Winner gets all glory, honor, bragging rights, and a year’s supply of free Denny’s pancakes.”

“Really?” Danny perked up at that. The Denny’s might not have the greatest food, but their pancakes were pretty good. And a year’s supply of free ones? He might enter the tournament next time for that.

“Really! So let’s get this phight started! From the Observant’s Keep, a ghost who once tried to eat fake grass out of an escape room, we have Reallydumbdannyphantomaus!”

“That was one time!” They shouted up at Tali, who just laughed.

“And their opponent from Nightmare Valley, a ghost with memes so dank they can’t be seen by the mortal eye, Heyheyitsstillgay!”

They waved to the crowd with a staff made entirely out of Danno faces.

“PHIGHT!”

Bug extended their PowerPoint staff like a lightsaber, red glow and all. “Ready to finish this, binch?”

“I died ready.”

They two ghosts clashed over the freshly-paved center of the ring. The Danno staff squealed each time it made contact with Bug’s PowerSaber.

“Is that, like, gonna burn your face too?” Tucker asked Danny. “Like some kind of voodoo or something?”

“Shut up, Tucker,” Sam said offhand, her entire attention glued to the fight.

Anri brought her Danno staff down in a heavy overhand blow, putting more of their extra-dense weight into the attack. Bug blocked, using all four of their arms to hold up the PowerSaber.

“You… have strength, I’ll give you that,” Bug said through gritted teeth. They couldn’t have blocked that attack if they’d used any of their energy on making duplicates; this was going to be tough.

“I’ve got more than that. I’ve been around longer than you can imagine,” They said, their face inches from Bug’s. “My core is ancient and fueled by things you’ve only seen in your nightmares.”

“Your… core, huh?” Bug asked, getting an idea. Twisting and diverting Anri’s staff, they slipped one hand free to punch them in the gut. Anri grunted and gave Bug an opening to dart away.

“You’re not gonna break my core that easily,” Anri said, spinning her staff and coming back in swinging. Bug snapped theirs into two halves, blocking with one red-glowing half and striking Anri’s side with the other.

“I don’t plan on breaking it.” Bug smirked. Then they plunged one half of the PowerSaber into Anri’s unprotected stomach.

Anri stopped for a moment, stunned at the wound – but then, as Danny knew would happen, the dark energy began coalescing around it.

“What’s Bug thinking?” He asked. “They know Anri can’t be beat like that!”

“Why not?” Sam asked. That’s right, she and Tucker weren’t there for that match.

“They’ve got a special power. Instead of being fueled by ectoplasm, the inside of their form is – well, just watch.”

The memes began to trickle from Anri’s stomach as they pulled out the Power Saber.

“You’re in for it now.” They grinned ominously. But to their surprise, Bug grinned back and stabbed the half of the PowerSaber they had left into the ground. The projector screen unfurled from it, casting blinding light onto Anri.

“That’s not going to—”

But blinding wasn’t what Bug had in mind. The two halves of the saber created a link – one that siphoned the memes from Anri’s form and projected them onto the screen.

“What – no!” Anri shouted, feeling their form begin to droop as it lost its power. Bug folded two hands behind their back, using the other two to point to the presentation.

“And if you’ll look at this diagram, you’ll see the different types of memes that Anri contains broken down by type and percentage. I would draw your attention to this slice of the pie chart, which depicts the percentage of bad Danno edits. It’s unusually high in comparison to the other types of memes, though they are all equally impressive…”

“You can’t just – my memes – my PowerPoint slides – how can you take them from me!?”

Bug pointed to the half of the saber that Anri still held. “You did that to yourself, my good binch. You should’ve kept your hands to yourself.”

“NOOOOO!”

And with that last shout, Anri’s flesh prison deflated completely. We won’t describe what that looked like, because we’re sure it’s already frightening enough, and probably wasn’t suitable for children to watch. However, the Denny’s does not have insurance for psychic and/or emotional damage caused by exposure to any of the phights, so hopefully everyone could deal with it on their own, or had officially-licensed, non-Spectra therapists who could help them cope.

“Dude, are they gonna be okay?” Tucker asked.

“Oh, Anri?” Tali laughed. “Don’t worry, they do that about once a century. They’ll replace those memes with even worse ones and come back stronger than ever. Kind of like molting, or something. But in the meantime everyone can press F to pay respects.”

Danny looked down and saw a tiny button labeled F on the armrest of his chair. He pressed it.

Tali blew her kazoo to the tune of Never Gonna Give You Up. Every verse. All three minutes and fifty-six seconds of it. The crowd listened with their arms raised in a respectful dab. Danny figured he might as well dab too, and eventually even Sam caught on to the mood and obliged.

When the song was over, Tali finally said the fated words.

“Heyheyitsstillgay is unable to battle! Reallydumbdannyphantomaus wins!”

XXX

“Tucker! Sam! Wait!” A voice called as Danny was about to fly them out of the Denny’s.

“Oh great.” A resigned glare slid over Sam’s face as she turned to the ghost. Of course, it had to be Bug. The one ghost she’d wanted to see get their butt kicked, and it never even happened.

“What do you want?” Tucker grumbled. “Come to make fun of us again?”

“No, well, actually…” Bug ruffled their blue hair with one hand, two others fidgeting in front of them. “I came to make up. Here.”

With their last remaining hand, they held out three CDs, one for each of the friends. Sam took hers with a critical glare.

“Exactly what you think?” She read the title. Bug’s signature was scrawled below it.

“It’s the song I wrote for the phinal. As a friendship gift.”

“If I wanted some lame music, I would’ve gotten something signed by Ember.”

Danny elbowed her, and her she winced. Okay, maybe it wasn’t fair to hold a grudge for something Bug said one time. It wasn’t like they had to go out of the way to give them something.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “Thanks.”

“What song is it?” Tucker asked, a little more brightly. He’d never learned to hold a grudge like she did.

“You’ll see!” They grinned. “But if you want to know just how lame my music is before that, come watch the closing ceremonies of the Phight.”

“Closing ceremonies?” Danny asked.

“What, Tali didn’t tell you? She does forget a lot. Anyway, we’re holding it out in the ring in a few minutes, if you’ve got time! See ya!”

They flew back out of the Denny’s, leaving Danny, Tucker, and Sam confused. They shared a glance, but figured they already knew what they’d be doing.

“So… who’s up for one last blast in the ghost zone?”

XXX

A few minutes later, the stadium was packed again, this time with ghosts holding candles over their heads. As Danny didn’t have a candle himself, he settled for lighting the tip of his finger and swaying it in time with the music that Bug began to sing. Tali backed them up on kazoo, putting her soul into the tune’s melancholy air.

Oh Danno boy The phights, the phights are calling From den to den and through this portal side The show is on and all the blows are falling Tis you tis you must go and I must bide But bring ye back when Denny’s is reopened Or when the ring is hushed and in limbo It’s I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danno boy oh Danno boy I love you so.

Danny turned at the sound of sniffling.

“What?” Tucker asked, drying his eyes on his beret. “It’s a very emotional song!”

Sam sighed and patted his shoulder, to which he mumbled a thank you.

Then slowly and more orderly than they had after any of the phights, the ghosts began to filter away. Almost like they too were mourning the end of a tournament that they’d all enjoyed. As they left, Danny pondered the lyrics.

“Does this mean… the Denny’s is closing?”

“Only physically,” Tali said, suddenly appearing beside him. “But in our hearts, the Denny’s is forever.”

“I’m not sure if that was sappy or ominous,” Sam said.

“Both.” Tali smiled. “We’ll still be around, but we’ll be on the downlow until the next Phight.”

“When’s that?” Tucker asked.

“Next year, probably. It’s a lot of work to run a Phight Club on nothing but a few pancakes and the money we conned out of Vlad. But don’t worry, it’ll come sooner than you know it!”

And somehow, in spite of all the crazy things that had happened in the past month of watching the Phight, Danny looked forward to it.

#mod tali #writeup #results #round 6 #phinal round #it's here #it's done #thank you all for the support #you've been a great crowd

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wreathedinscales · 7 years

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No matter how exhausted Matt feels, his senses ignite the instant he's awake.

Three heartbeats. One sprawled on top of him, another just above his head, and the third downwind. Jessica and Luke both smell like the city, from the rare natural breeze of the park to the grit of the streets and shitty manholes. But Jessica has that alcohol smell, and her sweat smells different from Luke's, though they're both dry. Her cheap shampoo is offset by the thrum of her powered muscles, constantly moving even when she doesn't mean them to. Luke's body is similar, though he has considerably more mass, and is the second warmest of them.

The hottest is Danny with his trained chi. Matt takes in the ozone radiating from his hands, the slight growl that always comes with every breath, as if a dragon is sleeping under his skin the way a beast rests in Jessica and Luke. The city's smells are still settling on him, but Matt doubts he'll ever be fully rid of the far-off mountain mist ruffling his hair. The place they're in casts huge wafts of it on expensive AC.

It's quieter uptown, but maybe that's just Danny's walls. He customized them. Matt can hear the minute shifts of the material as they block most of the outside. Disconcerting, to say the least, but Matt's still a couple degrees further from face-planting, so he figures he can live with it this morning.

What's woken him moves to a second chord. A ukulele, accompanied by a phone's frequency and size, coming from under Danny's discarded shirt behind the couch they'd crashed on. There were a few fights last night, nothing big but enough to slow their steps, and on an extremely rare occasion, Danny's penthouse was closest. Luke had taken the couch, Jessica had mumbled "fuck it" and joined him. Matt's not sure how he came to lie between them when he's almost positive he took the other couch to leave them room.

Matt coughs quietly, tugging Jessica's hair from his mouth. He does his best to dry it, but he's not wearing a shirt either. None of them are, and Jessica doesn't wear a bra if she can help it. Death traps, she calls 'em. Matt smiles at the memory, at the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest. She's sprawled on top of him as if she'd fallen asleep as she landed, head fallen over his shoulder to butt Luke's ribs, one leg between Matt's and the other shuffling slightly on the floor. Matt's got a hand on her lower back, the other grazing Danny's hair. Luke's fingers rest benignly on the collarbone Jessica's not covering.

Matt wants to go back to sleep. But that ukulele.

Jessica's heart quickens with awareness. She heaves a deep-throated groan and moves at the same time Luke inhales loudly through his nose and makes a sleepy, frustrated sound in the back of his throat.

"Oh," Danny croaks, sleep-rough, "my alarm."

"This is your alarm?" Jessica asks flatly.

"Well," Matt says, "it did rain last night. Maybe there's a rainbow."

"Ugh."

"Turn it off," Luke moans, "it ain't even dawn."

Danny grumbles, extracting himself from their tangle as the lyrics start.

"Under your shirt," Matt tells him. He gets a garbled thanks. "Didn't I take the other couch?"

Luke traces his jaw. "Yeah, 'cause you're an idiot. These couches are bigger than me."

Jessica sits up, awkwardly straddling Matt and a bit of Luke. Her body creaks and grinds as she stretches and rolls her neck. Matt presses his thumb to her stomach, edging one of the scars. She lets him, and he smiles.

"I carried you over," she says, "Luke wouldn't stop whining."

"Hey!"

Matt snuffles a laugh. "Well, thank you. This is much more pleasant to wake up to."

"Yeah, yeah," Jessica mutters. Fondness softens her words. "Just don't expect a repeat performance." Then, blunt as ever, she asks, "Anybody else got morning wood?"

Danny snickers. "Do you?"

"Just 'cause I don't have a dick, Rand, doesn't mean I can't get it. Get your head outta your ass."

Matt, who's been quietly enjoying Luke's at his spine, says as much.

"Yeah, I'm raising my hand," Luke says. "So're Danny and Jess."

"What about you, Murdock?" Jessica drawls, "Can you get it up?"

She reaches behind her and grabs his dick. He shudders. With his heightened senses and their position, Matt wonders why they'd have to ask.

The alarm's finally shut off. Matt licks his lips. He traces the seams of Jessica's underwear. Arousal thickens in the air, sweet and thick.

"Are you sniffing us, you weirdo?" Jessica asks.

"C'mon, Jess," Danny chides, voice moving to behind Luke's head, "It's not like he can help it."

Holding Jessica's hips, Matt adjusts himself until he's aligned with Luke. The three of them surround him, scents and sounds and heat, so much heat, rising with the slightest movement. He tastes their sweat.

Danny hurries to his bedroom and fumbles through a drawer. Morning breath is fucking terrible, but Luke kisses Matt anyway, clamping on his hair. He grinds against Matt's ass, mindful of Jessica as she moves to align herself. Their breaths change and mingle, Jessica nipping at Matt's ear and neck and digging her blunt, bitten nails into Luke's arm.

"Oh, shit," Danny whispers. Matt hears his blood rushing south.

"Get your ass over here, Danny," Luke growls.

A box, a bottle. Both fancy brands. Luke bites Matt's bottom lip. Danny kisses Jessica's cheek; she scoffs, grumbles about junior high, and opens his lips with her tongue. The sound alone has Matt groping for the box.

"You're gonna have to move," Luke says.

Matt grunts, but reluctantly sits up. Jessica drags him down. They land on top of Danny. His breath punches out of him, but his heart drums eagerly in Matt's ears.

With a few tugs and kicks, Luke gets his and Matt's boxers off. Jessica grabs Matt by the dick again. He moans into Danny's cheek.

"Gimme," Jessica snaps.

"Hold on," Luke says, "I got it first."

"Hey, I got it first," Danny says.

"Try and take it back then, Rand."

Danny huffs.

Luke lifts Matt's ass. "Spread 'em."

Between his voice, Jessica's strokes, and Danny's licks, Matt's forced to recite a few Hail Marys in his head. He holds himself open, panting into the sliver of space between Danny and Jessica's shoulders.

Jessica snatches the lube. She and Danny help each other wriggle out of their underwear. Luke presses a finger into Matt not long before she puts one into herself.

"Fuck yeah," Jessica slurs.

The slick sounds torture Matt's skin as much as Luke does. His lips drag between Jessica and Danny, earning little noises.

Time drowns in sensation. Matt can only hold on, try to breathe, and for fuck's sake, Murdock, don't come. He keeps as still as he can, accepting kisses and nuzzling into bitten off whines and half-spoken names against his throat, his cheek, his hair.

Condoms are passed around, even to Matt. Minimizes the mess. Matt's hands shake. His senses are overloading.

"Ready?" Luke asks. Matt can only nod.

Jessica just orders Danny to do it, then yanks Matt into a rough kiss. He and Danny thumb her breasts, Matt's other newly free hand tugging Luke down and holding him there. After a while doing this, it doesn't take long for Luke and Danny to bottom out, for Jessica and Matt to adjust.

Jessica holds herself up, and consequently Matt. As Luke and Danny set their paces, Matt finds his cock grinding against Jessica's vagina and a hint of Danny. He tries to think of something else, anything, but his eyes are rolling back, head tossing against Luke's―fuck, fuck, not yet, not―

The fire explodes with light. Matt tries not to scream. But they're all kissing, touching, stroking him, and he just―he can't stop himself. Never can.

Luke and Jessica keep him up. Matt drowns again.

The ukulele's back.

Matt, still on top of Jessica, offers to get it.

"What's it for, anyway?" Luke gripes. The phone's almost exactly where it was the first time.

"Just in case I sleep in," Danny says, "Once I got used to the city's sounds, my schedule's been getting weird. Forgot to turn it off."

"How many are set?" Matt asks.

"Should be three?"

Jessica smacks him. "And you didn't think to turn them all off?"

"Uh...I really, really wanted to fuck you?"

Jessica groans. Matt and Luke snort.

When Danny takes the phone, he pauses.

"Turn it off, Rand," Jessica snaps.

"Huh," Danny says.

"What?" Luke mumbles.

"Well, it's just―there's a rainbow."

It's surprising enough to give the others pause too.

"Is there?" Matt asks.

"Yeah," Luke replies, "a little one. Guess it's 'cause of the rain last night. It's one 'a those round ones, y'know?" He grunts. "Ah, sorry―"

"No," Matt murmurs, "I remember them."

There's another pause.

"Great," Jessica deadpans, "so the sky knows we're queer. I'm gettin' a shower. Anybody wanna come with?"

"Poor choice of words," Matt says.

Danny laughs.

"Where trouble melts like lemon drops High above the chimney top, That's where you'll find me..."

―Israel Kamakawiwoʻole

#the defenders #defenders ot4 #ecriture

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frankunn-cain · 7 years

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Rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

hi um @yoshifics tagged me in this thing so i’m gonna answer some things (thank you for thinking of me)

tagging: @freckledandspectacled @toriirdz @frank-myhero-iero @smut-smut-in-the-butt @talkriddletome @xhanac @completelychris @neverland-in-space @preasylumtrager @sirachas @partygoul321 @flux–and–flow

the last …

1. drink: herbal tea. yep, I’m a tea hoe

2. phone call: My dad, he told me my grandma’s sister died. I’ve only met her once, but it’s really affecting my grandma

3. text message: to my brother, I’m trying to build a 3D printer

4. song you listened to: I Don’t Love You by My Chemical Romance… ok I’m a bit emo. I was sad leave me alone :p

5. time you cried: early june. my school isn’t letting me go to graduation.. i thought i’d get over it, but it’s still hitting me

6. dated someone twice: no?

7. kissed someone and regretted it: ya i guess. i enjoyed it, but i really shouldn’t have

8. been cheated on: well i hope not

9. lost someone special: they didn’t die (if that’s what this is asking), but a good friend just ghosted me out of nowhere idk

10. been depressed: ye been a constant thing for awhile :)

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: haven’t thrown up because of it

favorite colors…

12. light pale blue

13. holographic black (idk if this counts lol)

14. slightly darker than blood red

in the last year have you…

15. made new friend: ye i think so

16. fallen out of love: idk relationships are so confusing

17. laughed until you cried: once? maybe?

18. found out someone was talking about you: ya :/ idk how to deal with that

19. met someone who changed you: ya, they’ve helped me grow

20. found out who your friends are: ya. when i came out my friend groups treated me strangely.. so kinda had to find a new one

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: Yes. If by facebook list you mean we’re friends on facebook

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Pretty much all of them? i don’t use facebook really

23. do you have any pets: ya, i got a bearded dragon named Smaug and a pup named Bailey. I kinda share my best friends cats (3 hypatia, ozzy, and achilles) because I spend so much time at their house (my situation at my house isn’t so great)

24. do you want to change your name: Yes i absolutely hate my birth name :)

25. what did you do for your last birthday: had dinner with my boss idk i wanted to not be around my family

26. what time did you wake up: like noon. I’m jetlagged and i feel like a bum

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: playing a new game i bought from the steam sale when i should’ve been drawing oops

28. name something you can’t wait for: a safe feeling :) i rly need to get away from my house. i get nightmares a lot and idk what to do

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: today

31. what are you listening to right now: sense8 on netflix a friend told me to. it’s p good

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: Does Thomas count? If so yes. I know one from this space thing and one at school

33. something that is getting on your nerves: myself

34. most visited website: this one? or youtube?

35. hair colour: Black. i wanna try dying it

36. long or short hair: Short. one side is shaved rn

37. do you have a crush on someone: idk feelings are complicated

38. what do you like about yourself: mm yikes. some stuff i’ve made i’m proud of

39. piercings: just my ears. i really wanted snake bites for a long time lol

40. blood type: O-

41. nickname: pear, oswald, ozzie, peari, oz (insert pear emoji here)

42. relationship status: relationships are confusing don’t talk to me

43. zodiac: chinese: golden dragon, asrological: taurus i think

44. pronouns: he/ him

45. favourite tv show: (im gonna list a few) GOTHAM!! i’m in so deep man. it’s the only show i’ve watched air. Danny phantom, Avatar: the last airbender, Durarara, Soul Eater, sense8 (idk tho i haven’t finished), star trek: the next generation, shameless, sherlock, doctor who, great british baking show, chopped, merlin, magicians, ouran high school host club, series of unfortunate events, kill la kill, TEEN TITANS

46. tattoos: nope, but i reeeeally want some

47. right or left handed: Right-handed, but i can draw with both

48. surgery: not yet, but i need one soon

49. piercing: repeat?

50. sport: i did rowing in high school

51. vacation: i really want to go to a lot of places in asia (japan again, south korea, taiwan, tahiti )

52. pair of trainers: shoes? ya i have running shoes

more general

53. eating: i like asian and mexican food

54. drinking: tea!!! (bubble tea too) slushies, apple juice, milk

55. i’m about to: try finishing the 3D printer, hopefully draw

56. waiting for: fulfillment idk i’m kinda a mess rn

57. want: okie doki, a lot. security in the future, not to worry about money, a cat, surgery, time, clothes, better mental state, relationships i feel absolutely safe about

58. get married: yo man, that’s scary

59. career: working in stop-motion animation

60. hugs or kisses: i like both in different contexts. hugs can be with more people, but still i hate strangers hugging me. making out is like v great tho :0

61. lips or eyes: Can I say both again? eyes can be so friggin cool tbh. irises are so complex and can like dilate an shit??? but mouths have so many different shapes????? im smitten bro

62. shorter or taller: either

63. older or younger: either? in a dating context i usually like older people. (I’ve had the biggest crush on my english teacher, sorry Mr. Rossen)

64. nice arms or nice stomach: i feel like those are weird things to pin against? why not arms or legs? but I guess arms? you ever see a guy with nice arms and you like omg strangle me. mkay just me (no one is gonna read this far)

65. hook up or relationship: i’m uh kinda asexual so i wouldn’t have hook up sex? but make out and stuff sure, but I’d rather have a healthy relationship because u can do nasty stuff and cuddly/ domestic stuff

66. troublemaker or hesitant: i’m a chaotic neutral, i’ll hesitate if i’m not sure of the outcome

67. kissed a stranger: Nope

68. drank hard liquor: Ye but i’d rather mix it with stuff

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: ya my mom was so mad i felt terrible :(((

70. turned someone down: I guess? i was in a relationship and he was being pushy??

71. sex on the first date: no I could not

72. broken someone’s heart: i do not know. i hope not. i’m sorry dude

73. had your heart broken: when I came out to my parents

74. been arrested: Nope

75. cried when someone died: ya…this dude in my grade died recently. i saw him the day before.

76. fallen for a friend: ya i think

do you believe in …

77. yourself: HAHAHAHA

78. miracles: yo idk i wish

79. love at first sight: not really? but i won’t be against

80. santa claus: Nope

81. kiss on the first date: why not?

82. angels: not as little kiddies with wings

other

83. current best friend’s name: one? lol can’t pick. Teutie, Illuin, Heming

84. eye colour: brown?

85. favourite movie: mm nah i’m gonna list again. HELLBOY!!! i rly like the avengers one, Lord of the rings, Coraline, the purge, sweeny todd, little shop of horrors, gremlins, zootopia, star trek, star wars, the little prince, mean girls, mad max, the man from uncle, guardians of the galaxy, x men, harry potter (i like the 4th the best)

welp! Thanks for tagging me @yoshifics This was really fun!

#personal #lol no ones gonna read this

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