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honey-flustered · 1 year

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Too Quiet (Fluff)

YoungDad!Steve Harrington x YoungMom!Reader

Summary: You and Steve finally get a moment of peace until you’re reminded that you’re parents of two rambunctious toddlers and a puppy. Sometimes, quiet’s never a good sign.

A/N: This fluffy thought came to me because I have a toddler niece and whenever she gets quiet we know she’s never up to any good. This also goes out to the parents who just need a little break from time to time. (Note: this has also been in my drafts for so long)

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You appreciated the mundane. Boring can be good sometimes. Like for instance, neither you or Steve had any work that needed to be done. No errands, no chores, no 8-12-16 hour shifts. It was just a simple day where the two of you got to relax.

You found yourselves so comfortable, in fact, you hadn’t recognized that you were laid on the couch with your back against his chest, scrolling on your phone until he randomly cleared his throat.

You jolt up, looking back at him. “Whoa! When’d you get here?”

He looks up from his book, reading glasses slipping to the bridge of his nose. “I sacrifice my need to get up and pee for like 2 hours just to be your body pillow. My legs are asleep.”

You roll yourself around, facing him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry I’ve ignored you. It’s just so nice having these moments of downtime.”

He kisses your nose. “I understand, love. I’m really glad we don’t always have to talk to enjoy each other’s company. I like the comfortable silence.”

“Me too,” You grin. “Sometimes, I don’t always want to talk. Sometimes, I just want to scroll through my phone or eat a whole pot of mac ‘n’ cheese all by myself without the necessary judgment.”

“Weird way of bringing that up…but I get it.” Steve chuckles. “And you know what—since we’re throwing things out there—I’m so over people believing that being ‘boring’ is synonymous to being ‘old’. I mean, if I prefer staying home over going to parties it doesn’t mean I’m not still King Steve.”

“Exactly! Boring is the new fun! Like vanilla sex…it isn’t so bad.”

“It’s fantastic! We don’t always need the theatrics. It’s just so extra to have freaky sex all the time. Um, waiter, I’d like vanilla sex with a side of missionary please.”

You snort at his dorkiness. “I have to admit that I don’t always care to drink when we go out. I don’t always want to be a tipsy ditz all the time. Sometimes when I’m out with my friends, they make me feel bad about ordering just wine so I just lie and say that I’m drinking vodka when it’s only water in my glass. I’m just really good at pretending I’m drunk.”

“You’re goddamn Meryl Streep and Viola Davis combined when you act drunk, baby. I could use some pointers. I don’t always want to drink either but the boys…” Steve groans. “It’s always ‘Steve, chug down this beer’ and never ‘Steve, would you like some chamomile tea.’ I don’t drink tea but I just might start if someone offers me.”

“I’d offer you since you’re taking interest. Would you like me to make you some now?”

“Maybe later,” Steve curls his arms around you tight. “I like talking about being boring with you.”

“Yeah, I could be boring with you all the time. Like if I decided to crochet some shit for the hell of it, you wouldn’t judge.”

“Course I wouldn’t. I think you’d be the best crocheter ever and that’s saying a lot because there are a lot of great ones out there. I know this because I watched a youtube tutorial of crochet making…in full. I don’t plan to make a not one piece but I watched it anyway because I had time,” Steve shrugs. “And sometimes, even when I have plenty of time, I don’t always feel like styling my hair.”

You gasp, putting a hand to your chest. “Not the hair!”

“I can be too cool for cool.” He smiles smugly.

“I wanna wear a oversized clothes.” You rush out.

“You deserve it! I’ve seen the kind of clothes you’ve had to wear. Super tight. Not that it’s a bad thing, of course. I don’t always wanna dress in the latest fashion either.”

“I hate going to the beach nowadays. I get sand in all of my crevices and I end up finding sand around the house even weeks after.”

“I hate driving too fast.”

“I like gardening.”

“I like socks with sandals.”

“I’ve been leaning into buying those portraits with the words on them that say things like “home is where the heart is” or some corny thing like that”

“Eww, you mean the ‘live, laugh, love’ crap,” He laughs. “I’m sorry but we’re not that old.”

“Oh, please, I’m sure you’ve got worse.”

Steve thinks for a moment. “I guess I’ve always wanted to ask an employee if they’re working hard or hardly working.”

“Oh, nooo!” You cringe. “That’s horrible. Do you want them to hate you?”

“Alright, so I’m that kind of old, too.” He admits defeat.

“I think mom jeans aren’t as bad as everyone makes them to be.”

“I think dad jokes are the epitome of comedy and I’ve brushed up on some.”

“Ooo, tell me one!” You beam excitedly.

“Okay. What do you call a nose with no body?”

“What?”

“Nobody knows."

You both join in laughter which soon dies down when the gears in each of your heads began to turn. The two of you stare in space, speechless and reflective of the conversation.

“Although, it is a bit quiet,” You say, breaking the silence. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, too quiet.”

“Not boring, though.”

“No, not boring. It’s a good boring if it is. But it’s like…something’s missing. Like we’re forgetting something important.”

“Or someone important?”

“Some…ones…” Steve says in a reflective tone, then his eyes bug out and so do yours as you come to the same realization.

The two of you exchanged looks and simultaneously yell. “Our babies?!”

The two of you jump up from the couch and heading in any direction the two believed the boys were in. You checked the pantry, he checked in the bottom cabinets. He checked the in the boys closet, you checked underneath the bed.

“How could have forgotten about them for two hours?!” Steve exclaims. “We’re terrible people! They’re literally all the reasons why we’re so old and boring now so how can we have forgotten?!”

“They’ve handled themselves just fine alone, babe.” You say trying to comfort him.

“You and I both know that when it gets quiet it’s never a good sign. They’re like Max from Max and Ruby and you know how sociopathic that bunny could be. Little Baby Blue hasn’t barked in 2 hours either. What could they have possibly done to him?” Steve says while running his hands through his hair.

The sounds of giggling from the master bedroom is enough to shake you and Steve to your core. The boys were for sure in there and possibly doing something that will cost you a lot of money to repair.

“For all we know they’ve just created armagedon in there,” You say, darting your eyes between the bedroom door and Steve. “Whatever happens, whatever we see…we must prepare ourselves. Some things may be damaged beyond repair and most likely there will be a lot of cleaning up to do…but we mustn’t take out our anger on the children. They’re children who are simply practicing their exploration and discovery skills.”

“Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one who found your game console submerged in a toilet bowl,” He clutches his chest. “You don’t know my pain.”

You groan, hearing more laughter from the boys. “What do think it is this time? Paint on the walls? The forbidden mudpie cake? Fisher Price Guillotine?”

“I don’t know. That’s the terrifying part. They always come up with the darnedest things,” Steve holds out his hand. “Hold it please, I’m not ready for this horror show.”

You swallow hard, taking his hand. Opening the masters bedroom, you see the twins with their thumbs in their mouths watching Saturday cartoons on the large bed. Little Baby Blue is wedged between the boys, relaxing as they both pet him with their free hands. Their eyes immediately dart to the two of you standing in the doorway like you’d just interrupted a nice moment.

“Mommy.” Oslo smiles and runs up to you.

“Daddy!” Bear runs into Steve’s arms.

“My boys,” You say in relief. “Mommy and Daddy are so sorry for not checking on you. We were very, very tired.”

“Das kay, mommy,” Oslo says, snuggling into your tummy. “Blue’s here with us.”

“Blue even gave us some things to eat.” Bear points to one side of the bed which was full of snacks from the pantry.

“I was wonderful where the Oreos went.” Steve says.

You pet Blue. “That’s a good boy! Maybe next time go for the healthier options in the fridge.” The dog huff and you raise your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll cut you some slack. I know how hard it is watching two toddlers.”

“I’m going to whip us up some lunch and then we’ll go to the park for family fun day. How’s that sound, boys?” Steve says.

The boys jump up and down excitedly with Steve hyping up their mood. “Ok, but you have to go and get ready real quick. Think you two can do that like the big boys you are?”

“Yes!” They shout at once.

“Go on then after come down for the famous Harrington men’s sandwich.”

The boys run out of the room, Blur chasing after them.

You lean in to whisper to your husband, still in shock. “Everything’s neat. The boys were actually angels the entire day. Thanks to babysitter Blue.”

“I guess those two were having a relaxed day, too.” Steve quips.

Oslo enters the room, tugging your sweater. “Mommy, can you help me find my favorite sho”

“You mean the light up ones?”

Oslo nods and you take his hand, “Come on, we’ll look together.”

“Then, I’ll help Bear get dressed. We’re going to beat you guys!” Steve teases.

You all laugh enjoying the friendly competition. Although, you enjoyed the times where things get quiet. You couldn’t trade the moments of chaos and fun with your family for the world.

#steve harrington x reader imagine #steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington x you fluff #stranger things fluff #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #dad!steve harrington #mom!reader #Steve harrington x fem!reader #joe keery fanfiction

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 11 months

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Can I request an Aaron Hotchner x autistic!daughter young adult ideally but any age. Or even she’s on the team and he’s a father figure to her because her own is so ableist. My dad is so ableist and I have so much autistic trauma from him even though my autism is from him too. He thinks that gives him even more rights to say whatever he wants to me and bully me even more. I just need to know what it feels like to have a good dad who cares about my autism. Who cares about me ❤️❤️

Aaron Hotchner x Autistic! Young adult reader

Of course I can, I'm sorry you have to deal with that, my parents have trouble understanding my Autism as well but they are getting better. I will write this for you!

Summary: Y/Ns ableist Dad comes to the BAU and starts being an Ableist arsehole to his daughter, her father figure (Hotch) steps in and saves her.

Third Person pov...

It had been 3 years since Y/N L/N joined the BAU, she was 21 when she joined and instantly became the baby of the team and Hotch became her Dad, Y/N is autistic and has sensory issues.

Ever since she was little her father was ablest and would bully her and verbally abuse her saying how her being Autistic meant something was wrong with her and that she needed fixing, the man caused her to have so many meltdowns and sensory overloads that it made others concerned her teachers as school.

He was later arrested for child abuse and was sent to prison, Y/N was then left with her neighbours who were a nice loving family and always liked her but hated her dad and were glad she got away from him after suffering for years, her Mum was out of the picture.

The young girl had so much trauma from her childhood when she joined the BAU that Hotch became her father figure, their relationship helped mend Y/Ns trauma from her bio dad and she was able to live comfortably knowing he wasnt in her life anymore, she was treated with respect and was always told that her autism wasn't a bad thing.

From being with Penelope and Spencer (who are also Autistic) her relationship with her Autism was mended and she was able to be herself, while with her dad she could stim or doing anything 'autistic' but with her new found family she was free to stim and had all her accomedations, if anyone disrespected her or called her weird they would have to deal with an angry Hotch and the rest of the team.

It was a normal day for the team, they weren’t on a case and for once they all got to relax and fill out paperwork, well aside from Hotch and Spencer no one was doing any paperwork, Derek and Emily were sat giggling loudly like children as they kept throwing rolled up pieces of paper at their second youngest member.

The laughter increased as they kept hitting their mark, Spencers head, the genius was none the wiser as a pile of paper was forming around him at their many failed attempts. From the side JJ and Penelope sit and watch as Spencer doesn't realise, opposite the genius sat Y/N she was busy spinning in her chair with her headphones on and watching the scene play out.

She had the perfect poker face for when a paper ball hit Spencer's head, as the children in the bull pen play the two adults Hotch and Rossi where actually getting work done, , well Hotch was at least the Italian was drinking and watching the kids outside keeping an eye on them as someone responsible needed too.

As Y/N continued to spin around her in chair she didn’t hear the heavy footsteps off someone walking up behind her, the H/C woman was suddenly yanked off her chair and onto the hard floor by a man, in the process of being manhandled her headphones when flying off her head.

“What did I tall ya about doing that Girl!” exclaimed a voice that haunted her nightmares, gasping in terror Y/N stared frozen at her Father who was suppose to be in prison, the large man had a sickening grin on his face as he saw the terror in his daughter eyes.

“Yes its me!” he laughed that horrible laugh that had Y/N holding her hands overs her ears, the 21 year old was still frozen on the floor while the others were staring at the scene before them guns raised, by this time Hotch and Rossi had heard what happened and were out of their offices.

“bu-but your supposed to be in jail!” exclaimed Y/N finally finding her voice stuttering, the man looked down at her crumpled form, he then grabbed the front of her blouse pulling his daughter close. “they let me out for good behaviour, did ya miss me!” he semi whispered as Y/Ns face grew a sickening pale white, she scrambled to get away but the man wouldn’t let go instead he raised his hand and slapped her.

Y/N cried out in pain. “you really didn’t think I could be held for long did ya you retard! You really are still a fucked in the head as you were years ago” yelled the man, Hotch had had enough, he rain down thw ramp arms raised, gun in his hands. “Get your hands on hr now, you do realise you just assaulted a federal agent” growled out Hotch as the man teared his eyes away from the shivering form of his daughter.

He spat at Hotch. “your not her father I am, this waste of space in am Agent HA!”!” he laughed again and kicked Y/N hard in the ribs, Penelope gasps tears in her eyes as she witnesses her friend get beaten. Y/N holds in her cries of pain and raises her head from the floor glaring at the man.

“your not my dad you never have been!” she cried tears rolling down her face, the sadistic man smirked at the tears rolling down his daughters face, the sight reminding off when she was a kid and he would verbally abuse her, he had never hit her before now, it felt good.

Her words made him angry. “I am your father retard, though I hate to admit it you share my blood, your as stupid as I remember crying on the floor like the child you are to stupid to do what I say” he goes on on berating Y/N and saying how stupid she was once again verbally abusing her, as he went on his rant Y/N managed to stand up.

She was then pulled behind Hotch, his finger close to pulling the trigger. “you Bastard, you shut the fuck up now, you have crossed the line now get out of my building and away from my Daughter before I pump your body full of bullets!” yelled Hotch threw clenched teeth, he was so close to pulling the trigger instead he stormed up so he was chest to chest with the man and pulled back his fist.

When he lets go his right hand connected with the nose he was satisfied to feel it shatter, a smirk on his face before gesturing to a couple of agents. “now don’t ever come back or I will kill you” Hotches hand was burning but he felt satisfied when Y/Ns Dad freeze before he tsked and stormed out not before calling Y/N the R slur before he was detained by two agents ans forced into handcuffs.

Hotch crossed his arms before turning around to hug Y/N was had collapsed, the stress from her dad coming in draining her, she was then sat at her desk with Hotch hovering around her looking at her injuries, E/C eyes locked on his brown ones.

“Im your daughter” she whispers hoarsely, this made Hotch smile and run his hand through her hair. “of course, you are sweetie” he smiled softly kissing her forehead still smiling when she smiles back.

The end!!

Hoped you liked this oneshot so sorry for the wait! As usual sorry for the grammar and spelling mistake!

Requests are open!

Word count: 1366

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babayagakeanu · 1 month

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it’s not living (if it’s not with you)

pairing: John Constantine/reader

Summary: John realizes there’s nothing more in life that he wants more than you.

**this gif sent me into a short spiral so I had to use it. Like how dare you look at me like that sir?**

You’ve know John since you were in the hospital he stayed at when he attempted to take his life, and since you had a medical background, you have been his person to go to when he needed stitching up. Ever since, you two’ve grown closer over the years, and you harbored a serious crush on John. Something about the way his deep eyes bore into you as you speak, always throwing you off balance. Maybe it was because he was older, ten years older and somehow you go off on that.

Or maybe it was because two weeks ago, he stopped at your doorstep liquored up and gave you the best night of your life. Since that heated, drunken night, he hasn’t come around much, and he was in here every other night. You knew you couldn’t trust him with your feelings. Since when do we trust men with gorgeous eyes, who are tall and charismatic, and tease you endlessly? It was ten o’clock at night, you were fresh out of the shower after a long day and ready to relax for the remainder of your evening in front of your tv. Heating up and eating a microwave dinner, you scroll through the channels before settling on some old 2000s rom-com. Finishing your dinner, you set it on the cheap coffee table in front of you, and just as the movie is getting good, John knocks on your door.

Sighing, you know it’s John because he came up with specific knock to use when he needed somewhere safe to land, or close a hole in his flesh. You swing open the door to find John, bloodied and beaten.

“Oh my fucking God, John!” your gasp comes out as a whisper, being mindful of your other neighbors. “What the fuck happened to you?” You help him inside, half of his weight leaning on you as you guide him to the chair in your kitchen.

“Just a coupla’ really strong demons,” he mutters, “got an whiskey?” Another sigh from you. Always drinking, thinking it’s going to heal his inside problems. You slam a glass down in front of him and pour hima few fingers of whiskey. This will also help manage his pain once you start threading through his skin. Walking to the cabinet in the hallway, you grab the first aid kit, along with a suture and needle, and a pair of slightly rusty scissors.

Sitting down in front of him, you open your kit. “Just keep sipping on your drink, John. I’m gonna start, now.” Wiping down your needle with alcohol, you thread the suture through and the first piercing of the needle is enough to make John wince. He gulps his drink greedily, slamming it down on the table.

“Jesus, you never hold back, do you?” He cracks, exhaling shortly as the second pierce happens. You give him a muttered affirmation and he notices your silence. “Why are you so quiet, y/n?”

You sighs rolling your eyes at him. “ ‘Cause, John, I just am today. I’m not really in the mood for your antics tonight. I lost a patient today, seventeen years old.” John groans a final time as you tie the suture, holding it in place.

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs, reaching for your hand but you recoil, causing John to look at you weird. “Seriously? What’s going on with you, y/n?” He begs you, and you almost give in, ready to tell him to forget about it, but you’ve reached your boiling point.

“You really don’t get anything, do you, John?” You whirl around, anger seeping through your pores. “Do you remember what happened two weeks ago? Or were you just too fucking drunk to remember?” You spit, venom lacing your words.

He looks at you incredulously. “Me? Remember two weeks ago? Y/n, I can barely remember what I had for lunch yesterday. What has got you all wound up?” He defends himself so easily.

“You wanna know what happened?” You shout, getting closer to him, challenging him to see who could shout the loudest.

“Yeah, I think I do!” John barks back, hands on his hips as he leans closer to your face. You could see the anger swirling in his eyes, and this fight is probably not what he needs right now, but it’s what you need.

“Fine!” You shout, “Two weeks ago, you show up here drunk as a skunk, telling me how much you love me, how much you care about me, and then we fuck!” His eyes are widened, and a small flush is making it’s way to his cheeks. You continue, because you’re not quite finished yet. “And the best part about this is that I can’t stop thinking about you, and how I will never feel like that with anyone else but you! That’s the real fucking reason, John!”

Your rant rings through the halls, and the silence makes itself present. John shakes his head, sits back down, and lights a cigarette. “Y/n, I remember.” Is all he says. You give him a look that’s teetering on ‘I’m gonna fucking kill you’ and ‘you’re dead meat’. “Let me finish,” he warns you, “I remember because I woke up in your bed naked, and with the most gorgeous woman lying next to me. You didn’t see me because I left.” He takes a drag of his cigarette and you ask him why.

“I left thinking that I am not worthy of your love, y/n. I’m a bad person with an even worse conscience. I left thinking there is no way in hell, that someone like you chooses to be with me. Y/n, as soon as I met you, it was over for me. Gone were the days of enjoying my solitude, enjoying my loneliness and misery, because there was you. I am not gonna live anymore if it’s not gonna be with you.” Standing up, he takes your hand and lifts you from your chair. Grabbing your face between his hands, he kisses you sweetly. The smell of a freshly smoked cigarette lingers on his lips and you breath him in. Leather and smoke.

“So does that mean?” You ask him, and he laughs.

“Yeah, I love you, kid.” You squeal, smiling through a kiss as you lead him towards your bedroom, where John shows just how much he can’t live without you.

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Just a short one today as I scheme up some new drafts here! I cannot tell you guys how happy I’m back to be in my blog. I deleted the backup before realizing that it would delete my work that I wrote over there, but it’s fine, I wasn’t too happy with that plot for John wick and felt I could do better! Anyways, here’s a Constantine one, because we all love our sexy smart-ass. hugs and kisses!

#smut #john constantine #John Constantine x reader #keanu reeves #fluff

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heartfullofleeches · 6 months

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Just a random ramble about Cholly. (Also couldn't remember the pronouns so I stuck with He/They since I think I remember those being used but I apologize if it's incorrect!)

My brain is filled with Cholly for some reason and I just imagine them wearing the goofiest halloween costumes. Like the classic ones but having a silly gag. Vampire costume would probably involve them being caught having "blood" on his mouth but he pulls out tomato juice. Frankenstein (I know thats the doctor but for simplicity sake I'm calling the monster that) costume would be normal except he shocks himself with electricity. Unlike Frankenstein however, he shows that skeleton and black border cartoons use as he is zapped. Although his body is a mystery with how they can contort themself so those bones are just for show I'm pretty sure. Ghost costumes would definitely result in him being able to float while wearing it. Like it's just a white sheet over their head but when you pull it off he stays hovering in the air for a second but looks down and falls upon realization he can't fly. I feel like a mummy costume would just be him using toilet paper to wrap up people. He may wear it and then spin it off and wrap another person with it OR instead just pull it out and wrap others. Idk my brain is rotting and I think of the stuff cartoon logic can be applied to and Cholly just fills my brain perfectly.

Sorry if I bothered you with this! Just wanted to ramble a bit about Cholly :D

Never apologize when it comes to rambling about Cholly. I wholeheartedly advocate for more. You don't understand how much I love this goofy toon and would ramble about them daily if I didn't feel I was dumping too much about them at one time. They are so bby girl and such a delight to write for. (For future reference Cholly literally does not care about what pronouns are used for them as they are simply Cholly) For the Ghost costume I could see them doing a gag of drinking "poison" (maybe paint thinner?) and actually "dying" to become a ghost. (They'll be fine so no worries). Still throws on the sheet to spook their darling when the time comes. Probably throws it over their shadow instead and stands behind Reader, transparent and floating a couple inches off the ground. Uses their new abilities to peep on them before missing being able to touch Reader and hoping back in their old skin. - "Whatcha think of my new look?" It's certainly a look. Not the most original, but still quite cute. The trace of the rabbit's pointy ears stick out like a sore thumb from the sheet they wore. You could already imagine their cheeky grin, and the twinkle in their eyes hidden behind those big black circles cut through the blanket. You couldn't wait to see it. "Looking great, Cholly- just one little thing." The Ghost tilts their head, cloth bunching up just enough for you to make a grab at it with zero issue. "What's that?" "I already miss your pretty face." Lunging for the sheet, you yank it off their head in one fell swoop. Your speed surprises even you which boils to confusion as the dust settles. They aren't there. You've seen a number tricks from the colorful character, but there was always some trace of their presence life behind. You look to your right, then your left. "Cholly?" "Still right behind ya, Doll." You spin on your heels. It takes a minute for your eyes to pull away from the blank wall behind you and instead train on the head poking through it. Cholly waves, elbow propped on thin air and hand rested beneath their chin. Watching the quickness of your chest increase, their smile grows. "Hiya, Gorgeous~" You scream. Cholly snickers, eyes shut with the violent bounce of their shoulders. They let a surprise, elated gasp as their eyes widen beneath the see through lense of their kids. "Wow! I can see you even with my eyelids closed! Ghost life just keeps getting better and better." You march over to them, reaching out only to touch solid wall. "Are... are you...?" "Dead?" Cholly scoffs. "Pfft- Course not!.. I mean I am a ghost, but it's a toon thing. I can change back whenever I want to." You let out a sigh of relief. "Good..." "By the way.... If you ever need a hand in the shower, I could lean two. Missed a couple spots while you were in there earlier." "Cholly!" "Think I hear the stove runnin'. Better go catch. Catch ya later, Gorgeous." Bringing their hands up to the sides of your face, you feel the ghostly imprint of their lips upon yours. Only downside to their new form was they couldn't kiss you with the intensity and passion brew inside them whenever in your company. They wink as your brain redirects from the sweet gesture back to the topic of their little peeping session, and fazes out through the wall before you had the chance to chew them out.

#Toon yan #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #Cholly my oc #soft yandere

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okkalo · 1 year

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Hey hey!! First of all how are you doing? I hope you are doing great. But I'm here to put my request in, you don't have to do it if you don't feel like it btw.

Anyways can I request a itoshi bros, Nagi and chigiri in a love at first sight drabble with a stoic reader. I'm sorry if it's too much😅 feel free to decline and thank you for your time!!

hi anon! i’m doing okay, i hope you are too! thank you for the request and your kindness <3

since the prompt was love at first sight i didn’t go too far with it(rip nagi),, i also hope u didn’t mean like all one drabble…so i’m sorry if i misunderstood 😖

second part here!

characters: sae, rin, nagi, chigiri

feel a type of way

sae

it was a foggy day in spain when sae first set his eyes on you. he had decided to go to a nearby cafe in hopes to pick up a muffin and maybe even a warm tea. as soon as he entered the cafe he was met with your friend’s gasps, followed by excited whispers. he was used to the sound. sae itoshi the famous athlete, walking into a normal cafe. he expects it every time. he’s gotten used to avoiding it, which is exactly what he does this time as well, going up and ordering his muffin and tea. once finished he felt a small tug on his jacket, sighing as he heard the question for an autograph. he spun, ready to give his usual “buzz off” reply, though stopping when he saw the whole table. his breathe caught in his throat as his eyes met your empty ones.

“do you think we can have your autograph?” your friend asked once more, not paying any mind to where his eyes fell. he cleared his throat, thinking quickly on his feet.

“sure,” he answered, obliging in the weird requests for an autograph. he rolled his eyes at the head he was asked to sign. he finally got to you, to which you shook your head.

“i don’t need—,” you started, though immediately stopping once he started writing on a napkin in front of you. your face remained blank as you watched him. his hand covered his writing before sliding it over to you, still concealing his phone number. yes, he gave you his phone number. how could he not? he couldn’t let you slip away so easily. you didn’t get to question it, however, seeing how he had already left with his food and drink.

rin

it was a one-sided meeting. shidou had somehow gotten his phone after a pxg practice and started showing everyone random pictures. you had happened to be in one, being an old classmate of his. rin wasn’t even paying attention to what shidou was showing, his eye just happened to catch onto the picture of you. he, however, did not have an excuse for his staring. unluckily for him, it didn’t go unnoticed by his teammates.

“what’s this? is rin interested in what he sees?” karasu had interrupted his daze with a rough nudge on the shoulder. rin immediately scoffed, throwing a glare to the side—avoiding karasu’s perceptive gaze. though his blush still did show.

“gee, leave him alone karasu. ya don’t want shidou hearing about this,” nanase whispered, throwing a worried gaze karasu’s way.

“want me to know what? whatcha hiding from me, rin-chan?” yeah, he wasn’t going to hear the end of this anytime soon.

nagi

it was the year before blue lock when nagi saw you for the first time. you had been a new student, being introduced in front of the class. nagi actually hadn’t looked up at first, too busy with trying to fall asleep. “they’re good-lookin’,” reo’s whisper is what prompted nagi to finally look up at you, eyes immediately widening. reo was right, you certainly were breathtaking. heart stopping even. yeah, he’s internally cringing at himself. that doesn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat. his eyes were locked on you. he noticed your lack of expression at the class greeting—it was a thing that usually embarrassed the new classmate. if anything, that made him more intrigued with you. you seemed quiet, a perfect pair for him. maybe even a perfect shoulder to rest on. yeah, he was gonna try to get your interest…somehow.

chigiri

you two had met through his sister. she had pulled you to her house to watch a movie with her, she wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks so you decided to oblige. your arrival, however, came as a surprise for chigiri. he was getting a bottle of tea from the fridge when he heard his sister rushing you in. confused and curious, he turned around, eyes immediately hooking onto your figure.

“oh hey, hyoma. we’re gonna watch a movie so don’t mind us!” his sister sang, not giving you any time to offer a small wave before she dragged you away.

“wait!” her movements paused at chigiri’s panicked yell. he immediately offered an awkward cough, looking away in embarrassment at his sudden outburst. “what movie you watching?” he asked, eyes hesitatingly looking back up. no matter his attempt not to, his eyes met yours.

his sister offered a small hum at the scene in front of her, quickly picking up on her brother’s emotions. “the one i’ve been talking about recently. wanna join?” she offered, giving him an obvious wink. he nodded, letting out a small sigh. he could only hope his sister wasn’t going to give his crush away during the movie.

unedited thanks for reading!

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toastedkiwi · 11 months

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For vegas bride how about that discussion they agreed to have about the baby? I can just imagine them thinking it through and vegas bride commenting how they’ll have to see if the child will also become a nepo baby like her for either the music or movie industry (maybe just entertainment in general). I don’t mean anything spicy just some good old conversations and thoughts about the future masked with silly comments shared between them. It would honestly be a bit funny if they were a bit tipsy too just for the silliness of it all since that is how they ended up married in the first place

~C.S

They’re in a Las Vegas hotel room wearing white fluffy robes. Henry’s got her straddling his waist as she had been pacing around and even on the bed prior. He’s definitely a little more sober out of the two of them.

Y/n: I think we’d have cute babies.

Henry: you want babies with me?

Y/n: duh! You’re hot! You’re rich- not as rich as me but…. you’ve got your own funds. You don’t have to rely on me like the piece of shits I’ve dated before.

Henry: *grabs her face* let’s not talk about them. Let’s talk about our rockstar babies.

Y/n: excuse me? They’ll be actresses and actors

Henry: no, they’ll have your voice of gold

Y/n: they’ll be huge nepotism babies

Henry: *laughs* those poor babies having to deal with the two of us-

Y/n: being absolute dumbasses

Henry: we’re not dumbasses

Y/n: we got married in Vegas. Not an ounce of sobriety between us. I literally didn’t even know that I got married when I woke up.

Henry: yeah we were pretty stupid and yet we still drink and you still get high.

Y/n: maybe we’ll one day have those babies.

Henry: you keep dreaming about them and tell me about it

Y/n: ya know you could dream about them and tell me.

Henry: I think I will, you dumbass

Y/n: oh kiss my ass, you British fucker. I’m throwing your tea into the harbor.

Henry: *gasps* I can’t wait

#henry cavill x vegas bride!reader

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BODYSHOP 3

++Mechanic!Eddie × Stripper!Reader++

(Eddie talks to Neil the next day and when he comes to visit you at work he enters protective mode once again)

Warnings ⚠️: 18+, language, jealously, drinking. Fighting, Eddie is the sweetest but is very protective. Intimacy described, fluffy angsty smutty goodness.

Pt1 Pt2

Taglist: @eddieloverforever @thefreakofhawkins86 @cancankiki @eddiemunson4ever @zarajyne @micheledawn1975 @3rriberri

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

The next day Eddie hesitantly walked into the auto shop, right to Neil's office. He knocked, quickly being prompted inside and to sit down.

Eddie looked at Neil through his thick bangs. His hair was once again plopped on the top of his head in a bun, pieces sticking out everywhere wild as ever.

"Eddie, we need to talk about Dan." Neil began, crossing his arms and leaning back into his chair.

"Neil I'm so sorry, please don't fire me" Eddie started to plead, not wanting to lose the best job he could ask for right now. Neil quickly put his hand up to stop Eddie from continuing.

"Whoa whoa, son calm down. I ain't firing you. You're the best mechanic I've got, and one the best kids your age I know." He added the last part with as smile spread on his face.

"Dan on the other hand, won't be returning. His behavior yesterday was unacceptable. Your sweet girlfriend deserves more respect than that and plenty of the ladies at the club bring their business here. I won't have Dan or anyone else disrespect those girls 'cause of what they do." Neil finished, a large sigh coming from his chest.

He looked back over at Eddie, a happy grin on his face as his boss spoke to him, stood up for him and his girl. Neil was a friend of his uncle Wayne, and always took a liking to Eddie, no matter how the town perceived him. Nobody could argue with the old man, knowing damn well he owned not only the best auto body shop in town, but also the only auto parts store as well.

"Look kid, she's a great girl, and you seem happier than I've ever seen ya, just don't go throwing punches on the clock anymore okay?" Neil chuckles, giving Eddie a once over before nodding his head in the direction of the door. "Now get to work would ya?" Eddie nodded his head and thanked Neil before going to his station to work on his project car.

You stopped by to say hi to Eddie before you went in for your shift. It was after hours so the rest of the staff had left and it was just him, covered in grease while he worked under the hood.

"Hey handsome" you call out, watching his head tilt to look at you. "Babygirl, what are you doing here?!" He grins, wiping his hands off before stepping in front of you, kissing your forehead.

"Well I had to come see my favorite mechanic before heading into work." You giggle, watching his eyes light up at your words.

"Ugh baby," he groans, taking you in. A short slip dress and some heels were all you had on, knowing you had to do a full costume change when you get to the club. He was drooling as his hands roamed over the fabric. You were completely naked under this little dress, and the thought of just pulling it off and seeing you naked in front of him was mouth watering.

"Baby" he started, but before he could continue you read his mind, quickly pulling the silky fabric above your head. Leaving you in nothing but your black heels. He stood gawking at you. So soft and beautiful, next to all the grease and twisted metal, he was going feral. "Fuuuucckkk" he groans. He quickly lifts you up, setting you on the hood of the car he's working on, before undoing his pants and sliding them down with his boxers. He quickly removes his tank top, and goes to pull at the elastic in his hair, when you stop him.

"Oh you like my work bun sweetheart?" He teases.

"Of course Eds. You look so hot, your curls always go everywhere." You reply, gasping the last words as his naked body pressed up against yours, his lips nibbling at your neck.

"You're so fucking amazing babygirl" he praises, lining himself up with your entrance. He looks down at you, watching your face as he pushes in. Eddie was a big guy, thick, and long, enough to make you wince at first every time. After that you were just a panting moaning mess under him and he loved it.

He looked back between your fucked out face, and watching himself slide in and out of you. He was almost delirious with pleasure as his orgasm started rise.

"Fuck baby, fuck I'm gonna cum" Eddie pants, getting ready to pull himself out of you. But you quickly wrap your legs around him tightly, pulling him back in deep. He groans loud, the notion causing him to spill inside of you, moaning a mixture of your name and curses as he thrust himself through his release.

As he came down from his high he looked at you with blown pupils, large doe eyes a nearly endless sea of brown and black. "That was fucking amazing babygirl, fuck that was so hot" he breathes, kissing your lips a few times before pulling off of you and grabbing some paper towel to clean you up.

He helped you get dressed, planting little nibbles and kisses along your arm as you stepped back into your dress, and he pulled the straps up and through your arms.

"I love you" he coos, staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky, because for him, you did.

"I love you too pretty boy, but I need to get to work baby" you reply, giggling as you kissed his cheek and went to turn away.

"Im coming with you" Eddie says flatly, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the door.

"Wait what? Why?" You chuckle, already knowing the answer.

"My girlfriends a stripper, gotta make sure these creeps keep their hands off what's mine. Plus, I know I'll get a lap dance in one of those cute little stage outfits of Angels." He winked down at you, holding the door open.

"Eeedddddiiiiiiieeeee" you whine, "you can't pick fights with my customers. They literally pay to feel us up" You pout, looking up at him.

"Nu uh, no way, absolutely not" Eddie shook his head, mental images flooding his mind.

When the two of you stepped in the club all eyes turned to look at you. You were a stark contrast to Eddie, and the girls at the club did not understand why you found the grease ball metal head so appealing. That was until you recommended the shop to one of the girls, and she caught site of Eddie in his crop top and bun.

Now most of the girls went to Neil's shop for their car troubles, and to maybe oogle at your boyfriend. You didn't mind, you knew Eddie only had eyes for you.

Speaking of which, with all the other strippers eye fucking him, the only thing Eddie was doing was scanning the room, eyeing all the dudes in the room, confirming he could take each one if needed. You rolled your eyes at him, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"I have to go get ready Eds, go get a drink at the bar while you wait 'kay? Ginger the bartender will definitely give you free beer" you chuckle. Eddie nods, kissing you before letting go of your hand, and making his way to the bar.

"Hey handsome" Ginger says, batting her lashes at Eddie as he sat down. "Your Ginger right?" Eddie responds, ignoring the obvious flirting.

"Yep, and your Angels boytoy huh?" Ginger laughs, passing Eddie a bottled beer, winking at him. "On the house"

Eddie squints at her momentarily, before accepting the beer and taking a sip. A man sat at the other end of the bar slowly gets up, and moves seats closer to Eddie.

"Did I hear Ginger says that THE Angel is your girl?" He half chuckles, looking at Eddie intently.

"What? Oh, yeah.....she is MY girl, why?" Eddie responds, obvious annoyance in his voice. Some random stranger is asking him about you, and he doesn't seem to thrilled to hear Eddie has taken you off the market.

"Wow, I've been trying to get in between those pretty thighs for months. How'd YOU manage what so many of us have failed at anyway?"

The man is obviously drunk, rationally Eddie knows this, can smell it on him, can hear him slur.......but hearing him talk about you like that was making Eddies blood boil.

"Shut the fuck up dude, that's your only warning" Eddie spits, giving the man a mean glare. The guy was about to respond when you came over to Eddie, in your white angel costume, and sat on his lap.

You could feel the tension in Eddies body, and you turned your head to meet Eddies eyeline.

"Sam" you say to the man whose been berating Eddie.

"Angel, beautiful, why don't you come sit on my lap instead hmmm, come 'ere baby, I can make you feel better than this freak ever could, you know I'm loaded right" Sam slurs, glaring at Eddie as he hit on you right in front of him, his grimey hand laying rest on your bare thigh.

You turn your attention back to Eddie, seeing the rage fill his face ad he quickly slid you off of his lap, standing in front of you with clenched fists.

"Eddie, don't" you pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. The next thing you know, Eddie is on top of Sam, pounding his fists into the guys face over and over.

Son of a bitch. You thought

#fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie the banished #eddie the brave #eddie the bloody handed #eddie munson x female reader #mechanic!eddie #stripper!reader

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angsty-twihardxx · 1 year

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YOU ARE THE REASON | 3 | T. MILLER

Summary: Happily moved into Jackson with your love.

Warning: As always my fics are generally 18+ cuz swears and also mentions of bullet wounds and tommy being sad :( besides that its super fluffy enjoy <3

Tommy Miller x fem!reader

A/N: I loved writing this and I'm overwhelmed with the love I recieved for it. Lemme know plz if you would like another fic about our sexy texan man. ILY <3

6 MONTHS LATER

Winter was at the end of its cycle, the snow on the ground slowly began to melt away. What was left of it crunched under your boots as you walked along the street. Small yellow beams from the string lights guided your way up the hill where your home sat. The colours of Jackson still took you by surprise, being used to the military grey you had surrounded yourself with for nearly twenty years.��

You had finished in the garden for the day, taking home with you a few extra vegetables for your own dinner. Since moving to Jackson you had taken up a few little jobs, you loved how effortless it was. No soldiers breathing down your neck, no life or death stakes, just watering plants and turning soil. Of course you did work at the town’s clinic, you helped out a bit here and there. Being one of very few qualified doctors in the compound, so you didn’t mind.

The sky was filled with pinks and oranges as the sun was getting ready to set for the day, it was your favourite time. Mainly because it was around the time that patrol finished, which meant that Tommy came home. It was like before, when your life was normal. The two of you would leave in the morning to go to work, then come home to each other at the end of the day.

Reaching the home; the wooden boards of the porch creaked under each step. You kicked the snow off of your boots, shedding off the layers as the warmth of your home engulfed you. Never in years have you had a fireplace, it was something that you never realised that you took for granted. This was the first winter that you didn’t spend completely freezing. You even had a whole bed, not just a mattress on the floor, an actual bed. In fact it quite reminded you of your own home the two of you had before, warm yellow sheets reminded you of the ones you bought for your first home. The ones Tommy said looked like cheese.

You were quite sore from working all day, so you opted to have your cup of coffee outside on the porch. Wrapping a blanket over yourself you bundled up on the old worn out sofa you placed on the porch. A content sigh left your mouth, the hot liquid warming you up from the inside.

From your porch you could see the main street, you watched silently all the people that were going in and out of the Tipsy Bison, sure enough going for some food and drinks. You heard that Maria was on bar duty today, so you knew the food would be good.

Outside the cinema were kids running and throwing snowballs at one another. You smiled as you heard their delighted screams all the way from here. It was part of the promise that Tommy made to you.

You kept your eyes on the gate, on the wall furthest away from your home. It was like this every afternoon, waiting patiently for Tommy to come home. This was one thing that was the same as living in the quarantine zone, the anxiety as you waited, whether or not he would come through the gate. Because although unlikely, you couldn’t imagine what you would do if something happened to him.

Birds screech as they soar into the sky, the gate they were perching on suddenly shuddered open. Everyone rode in on their horses and gathered at the stables, your eyes falling on the familiar dark mop of hair. Your heart settled knowing that he was home.

You wondered how he managed, after the incident in the hospital. The two of you tried not to bring it up anymore, you knew it was very hard for Tommy to talk about. You knew that he would have nightmares about it, being awake as well you would him gasp himself awake, then his hands would search for you in the dark. Once he successfully latched himself into you he would go back to sleep. Or the mornings that you decided to get up before him to get an early start to the day, he would walk down the stairs in a panic. For a brief moment, you recognised the frightened look in his eyes that would disappear the second he found you.

You didn’t remember much about what happened, Joel told you some parts. When you were all still in Boston and Tommy would finally sleep. He would stay up and answer whatever questions you had.

All you remembered before you passed out was Tommy’s fear-struck face and his glassy eyes looking down at you. It definitely was a memory you wished you could forget. The sound of his cries as you started to feel your eyelids get heavy. It would be those visions and sounds that kept you up at night, waking you up from your dreams in a cold sweat.

You woke up a couple days later, in a smaller hospital on the other side of Boston. One that had not yet been attacked by Fireflies, removing the bullet that was plunged in your abdomen. The few days you were asleep felt like an eternity for Tommy, spending the entire time awake, wondering if you would wake up. For the first time in a long time he prayed, not to anyone specifically. Just promising that if you woke up, he would keep you safe, he would be a better person. Even if he felt that he didn’t deserve to be forgiven, he knew that you did. You spent the entire twenty years helping people, keeping them alive. Even if it was for fucken FEDRA, everything you did was so good. And he would do anything to have you stay with him.

If his life depended on it, because it in fact did.

He cried to himself thinking what he would have to do if he had to spend the rest of his future alone, it scared him more than anything. His whole life had been about you, living with you, marrying you, having a family with you and getting old with you.

You opened your eyes for the first time after having surgery, he was sitting in a chair beside you. Not awake, but not entirely asleep, he held his heavy head in his hand. Heavy bags under his eyes and tear-stained cheeks indicated to you that he hadn’t slept, nor had he changed, wearing the same blood-stained jacket you saw him in. You winced at the amount of blood on him. The bed creaked as you shuffled uncomfortably, the noise quickly startling the man next to you.

Within seconds he was on his feet and by your side, his large calloused hands engulfing your cheeks. “Holy shit baby, I thought I lost you.” He breathed out, his eyes beginning to brim with tears again, his eyes scanned you quickly. You knew what he was doing, convincing himself that you were really here.

He had been sitting alone in this room with no one to talk to but himself, his mind went to the worst possible scenarios. What if you didn’t make it? What if the surgery didn’t work? He blamed himself, he should’ve taken you away from this place sooner. He should’ve fucken known that the fireflies were going to ambush, he should’ve told you to stay home.

“Tommy–” You breathed out in relief, unknowingly bringing him back. He had you in his arms in seconds. You hissed at the sharp pain piercing your side, Tommy dropped his arms just as quickly. His eyes moved up at yours, and there was that look again. You hadn't seen him look so scared. “Hey, I’m alright.” You declared softly, raising your hand to hold his cheeks, for a second the two of you sat on that bed. Tommy relished in your touch, your thumb grazing his stubble. Something that he thought he’d never feel again.

“I thought you were gone.” His voice breaks as his eyes move up to connect with yours.

The words you had ready, fell out of your mouth as he crashed his face in the crook of your neck. Which usually you would thread your fingers through his black curls, but this time his shoulders shook into your hands as you tried to soothe him. No matter how many hush whispers into his hair he continued to cry, and you let him for as long as it took. There was nothing that you could say to him that would make him feel better, he just needed to know that you were okay.

“What if this is a sign? That we should stay in Boston.”

“What?” Your brow furrowed in confusion, you pushed gently on his shoulders forcing him to look up at you. He looked like a broken man, you had never seen him so conflicted before. “Tommy this happened in Boston, because of the Fireflies-“

“Yeah and I couldn’t get to you, if those soldiers weren’t there then— then we probably wouldn’t be here right now.“

There it was, Tommy was never much the type of man to directly tell you how he was feeling. You knew how much he wanted to leave, there was absolutely no doubt about it. But now you understood why, not because he was scared of the risks. He was quite aware of them but was so willing anyway. He felt guilty, worried he won't be able to help you again.

“Tommy.” You couldn’t stop your voice from quivering as you held him. “None of this is your fault, no one would have known this was going to happen. You know that right?”

You sighed when you were given no response. “We’re going to Jackson Tommy.”

Your eyes finally caught Tommy's figure, walking up the hill to your shared home along with his brother Joel. His eyes look up to meet yours, which he returns with a wide grin. Even though he had spent all day out on patrol, he was a lot more cleaned up then when you were in Boston. The access to electricity and warm water was another luxury for you guys. Here in Jackson, it was the norm.

“Hey baby.” Tommy greeted you happily, sauntering up the stairs towards you. “Hi there cowboy.” Leaning over your seat, his lips met yours for a chaste kiss. You smiled into it, a content sigh leaving your mouth. You tilted up your chin at an attempt to deepen the kiss but to your surprise he pulled away before you had the chance. Furrowing your brow you cocked your head up at him, looking at him in confusion.

“Put your coat on, got a surprise for ya.”

“But I’m so warm.” You sighed, Tommy shook his head as he stood you up by the blanket you wrapped yourself in. “Sure you don’t want a shower first?”

“Okay fine, but then you are coming with me for the surprise.” He shouted to you as he walked into the house, which was great because you bought yourself a few more extra minutes in your blanket. You figured that he was taking you somewhere in the town, Tommy explored alot more of the town before you. When the two of you arrived you were still quite sore, you spent your first few weeks simply resting and giving your body time. But now Tommy was determined to get you out and about, showing you everything that this town had to offer.

As the two of you walked closer you noticed the warm yellow lights inside the local bar. Not that you had been in there, still slightly traumatised by the dinghy bar in Boston that was usually full of drunken soldiers looking to start something.

But this was nothing like it. You stood in the entrance completely taken aback by the amount of people. Everyone was here to celebrate with the newly married couple that had been here much longer than you and Tommy. The groom worked with him on patrols, so he introduced you to the couple. You tried to remember the first time you had been to a wedding.

There was music, laughter and even more lights that were strung along the rafters. It was something you’d never imagine that you’d see again in your lifetime, yet here you were. You must have been standing there for a while, a hand on your arm brought your attention back to Tommy. “Y’alright?”

“Y-yeah this place is beautiful.” You sighed happily, letting Tommy guide you to the bar where Joel and Ellie sat. “You guys hungry? Got some extra sandwiches for ya.” Ellie chimed in patting the stool next to her, which you took.

You liked Ellie from the second you met her. She was quick-witted, funny and most importantly she was smart. And you also liked how she kept Joel in line, it felt good seeing him happy for a change. She u an easy transition into your small little family, you’d imagine that she and Sarah would’ve gotten along well. You were glad Ellie offered you the food because it took you by surprise with how good it was, definitely better than what you could get with rations in Boston.

“Holy shit! What the fuck is that?” Ellie shouted, her arm pointing furiously outside. After regaining your composure and eating the last of the sandwich you nearly choked on, you looked past her pointed index finger to where there children were playing with some sparklers. “Y’never seen sparklers before?” Joel asked her, mid chew.

“Fuck no dude!” She looked back at you with excitement plastered over her face. You absolutely adored how easily excited she was over what you would consider normal. Although in this instance you didn’t blame her, you don’t think you’ve seen these in years. “How about you finish your food, and we’ll go get you some.”

And you did, because you never break a promise. Tommy leaned against the wall outside as you watched Ellie proudly, holding her hand with the sparkler and writing her name out with the bright yellow ember. He loved how patient you were with her when she dropped the first sparkler you gave her, scared of the yellow sparks. So you waited a moment for her to get her composure back and you tried again.

A part of him felt crushed with the fact that he never gave you any children. But to be fair neither of you felt it would be right to bring a child into this world. But maybe in Jackson, after all that was why you came here. For a better future.

“What’re the big heart eyes for lover boy?” You leaned into him, bringing him out of his trance. “Just admiring’ ya is all.” You scoffed at him playfully, the fact that he could still make you blush after all this time. With a content sigh, you dropped your head onto his shoulder. His arm wrapped around you, your eyes watched over the now dark sky. The string lights doing nowhere as much damage as the bright lights that would be on everynight in the QZ, the stars shining as bright as you remembered it.

Ellie had joined the rest of the children that were playing on the street, you didn’t think you would get used to hearing their cheerful screams. You were glad that you decided to bite the bullet and push down those insecurities and do this with him. Especially now, you don’t think that you could live without this. You were content and you were grateful.

“This place is pretty perfect Tommy.”

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Second Chances - Part 9

A couple weeks have past with you throwing yourself head first into work. The rest of your time is spent figuring out how to move past Billy Russo. You had to end things. You wanted more. You deserved more. Candice left you alone to lick your wounds for a couple of days but has since snagged invites for you and your friends to a Halloween party. You're not in the mood but pining away for Bill isn't productive either. Maybe you'll meet a handsome distraction.

As much as you didn't want to go, you have to admit you're having fun and the party is pretty cool. It's held in the historic firehouse Hook & Ladder Co #8 in Tribeca, which is also known for being the old Ghostbusters Headquarters. You and Candice are dressed up as the infamous murderesses, Roxie Hart & Velma Kelly from "Chicago". You're Velma. Any reason to dress up in sequins and fishnets. You've had a couple drinks and you're feeling good. More relaxed than you've been in a while.

"We're heading around the corner to Walker's. To get something to eat." Walker's is a neighborhood bar that you've frequented before. Just an old school tavern with great burgers, which sounds delicious right now. Candice links arms with you and tugs you along, "You ok? You having fun?"

You nod, "This has been nice."

"What's going on between you and Alex's friend? You seemed to be getting along."

"Ew! Nothing!"

"What? He's hot."

You laugh, "He's so bro-y. He's an overgrown Frat boy. His name is Brad for heaven's sake!" You fake shudder and cringe. "No ma'am. No, thank you."

You get to Walker's and it's busy but you all are able to secure some bar tables. More drinks and burgers are ordered. You're beside Candice so the both of you are laughing and having fun.

****

Sitting at the end of the bar, Bill tilts his head to the side. He knows that laugh. Y/N. He scans the room but doesn't see you.

"What's up?"

"Nothing. Um, so tell me more about this guy." Curtis had asked to meet with Billy regarding sending a potential recruit to Anvil. Curtis heads up a support group for Veterans trying to acclimate back into civilian life. Bill tries to focus on what Curtis is saying but keeps getting distracted when he hears your laughter.

Billy and Curtis finish up their dinner & conversation when he spots you. You've been here all along. You're dressed up and you've changed your hair into a dark bob. Halloween.

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Brad has managed to squeeze into a spot next to you. He's not a bad guy but you are definitely not interested. You try to be polite but he keeps touching you and crowding into your personal space. Every time he says something to you, he pulls you closer by your waist or neck. It's getting to be too much. You don't like him pawing at you. You frown and pull away, turning to Candice, "Babes, I'm going to head home."

"What? No! Don't go yet."

You hug her, "Thanks for inviting me. This was fun."

"Wait, how are you getting home?"

You shake your phone, "I'll get an Uber or Taxi. I promise I won't leave the bar front. I'll wait right outside."

"I'll wait with you."

"No, it's cold. Stay inside. I'll be fine. Besides, I'm the murderess tonight," posing in your costume. You wave good night to everyone and head outside. Brad follows you out. Internally you groan.

"Look, did I upset you?" You hear a little edge to his voice.

"It's getting late and I have an early appointment in the morning."

"My place is nearby, maybe..."

"No, thank you, Brad. I'm going to head home," you back away. "It was nice meeting you though." He grabs your arm roughly and you gasp as he pulls you against him. The next second. He's on the ground with a broken nose, Bill's foot on his neck.

Choking, "What the fuck,man!"

"The lady told you, no," Bill softly hisses.

"Stop it. I'm ok," you tug at his arm. "Please."

Billy steps back & lets him up but he keeps himself between the 2 of you. Brad makes a move to attack but Bill smoothly extract his gun and aims, "Uh uh uh. You lay hands on her again and you're a dead man. I will fucking end you."

You squeeze his other hand. "Put that away. What are you doing?" Bill returns it to his holster at the small of his back, while Brad runs back into the bar. Keeping your hand in his, he walks you down the block. Your phone rings & its Candice. Before she can say anything, "I'm with Bill. I'm ok."

"Jesus Christ! Are you???"

You look at Bill and you meet his angry gaze, but you aren't afraid of him. "Bill won't hurt me. I'm safe."

"Where are you going!?"

Bill hears Candice yelling so he talks loud enough for her to hear, "We're picking up my car and I'm driving her home!"

"You got that?"

"Text me the minute you're home!"

"I will. I promise," and you disconnect.

"Who the fuck was that?"

You play dumb, "Candice." He turns to glare at you and squeezes your hand. "No one. A friend of a friend." You come up on Bill's car and he gets you settled before sliding into the drivers seat. "Back there was overkill, but thank you. Where'd you come from?"

"I was at Walker's. I met up with Curtis after work. I didn't recognize you," tugs on your hair, "but I kept hearing your laughter all night."

"It's a wig."

"That asshole kept grabbing at you. I wanted to break every one of his fingers. He followed you out and I followed him," shrugs.

"Why do you even care?"

"You ended this. Not me. This is not what I wanted."

"Really? Funny because you were the one fucking other people. Not me."

It's a silent ride back to your studio. The car stops and you're ready to jump out. Bill follows. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure you get home safely."

"I'm home. You're not coming upstairs."

"We can do this the easy way or hard. I've broken into this place before."

You turn around and hurry to your building. Bill's longer strides easily keeps up with yours. He drapes an arm around your neck as you approach the doorman, silently daring you to shake him off. You don't, but do so with a growl as soon as the elevator doors shut. Bill laughs leaning against the wall.

"What's so funny!?"

"You growl and it reminds me of an angry kitten." You give him your middle finger and spin around to face the doors.

This elevator is too damn small. And slow! Having Bill so close is torture. He looks so handsome and you always had a weakness for how Bill smells. And the sound of his laughter goes directly to your heart. You wanted to be the one to bring laughter and happiness to Billy's life.

The doors finally open and as you walk down the hallway. Billy quickly plucks your keys from your hand to open the door. You get that as security it comes natural for him to want to enter rooms first and survey threats or hazards but it annoys you tonight. He does a quick scan, it's only a one room studio, and you start steering him out, "Ok, get out. I'm safe."

He laughs but doesn't fight you. Trapping the hand you have on his chest with one hand and brushing the blush on your cheek with the other. You feel the steady beat of his heart. How many nights did you fall asleep to the steady rhythm of Billy's heartbeat against your cheek? You miss him. He pulls your palm up and places a kiss in the center of it. "Okay, kitten, now you're home safe."

"Don't call me that." You close the door in his beautiful face and again you hear his laughter through the door.

"Lock up." You engage your locks. "G'night, kitten."

@idaofinfinity

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x you #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfic #kbr #second chances

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...And the tears of a Clown

Okay, I’m going to go ahead and say I love Sean Astin and Felicia Day so this episode was just incredible to me! For so many reasons too. There was the Eve getting to tell Jenkins that they could not ALL leave The Library, somebody needed to be there as a last line of defense. Also, it’s the only time we have a NEW artifact that was made less than a couple decades ago and it’s never addressed again that new ones could be made. And of course the ‘attraction’ they use the crew for. But, I digress, let’s continue!

I almost hate when they have anything “set” in Kansas...that’s mostly because I was born there but hey, to each their own. I also despise he miscommunication trope.

But when I tell you I gasped when I saw Sean Astin I am not exaggerating at all. I was not expecting that! Oh my gosh, Ezekiel gave Jenkins that lock picking kit for Christmas!! That’s fantastic!!

I’m dying at this kid interacting with Jenkins. ‘The only ones who come after you are the clowns.’ This is Sam Winchester’s worst nightmare for real. ‘I presume you were raised on electronics?’ ‘Uh yes, yes I was’ good call Jenkins my guy. And now he’s terrified the child. “sigh”

I know that Jake is full suit due to the fake bodybuilder persona, but Cassandra as a mermaid is fantastic, and then we have Ezekiel barely clothed...Eve’s extra head ogling the boys, she felt so violated. Jake telling Ezekiel to stop playing that thing and he’s strutting around half naked unable to stop playing that recorder/flute.

“That must be a weight off your shoulders!” Dear boy, you got your clothes back!! Yes Sean!!! First he was angry, now he’s back to being lovesick about Felicia Day. They are both so cute.

All of them feeling the effects of having their altered appearances is kind of funny. Stone rubbing his arms, Cassandra drinking a LOT of water, Ezekiel trying to say that those abs were all the snake charmer.

‘We have to go back.’ ‘Are you sure you got the right head?’ He was not interested in going back at all. He was laying digital bread crumbs to keep DOSA off of their trail. Look at him go!!! And then they all got taken almost immediately. Worst. Souvenir. Ever. I agree with that, even if it does give you a clue.

“Yes I understand. Your logic is sound. But there is nothing that can stop me from coming after you.” Jenkins showing he cares. Then the kids talking about fabric and Ezekiel finishing that with Matata from Lion King made me laugh. He went from zero to hero....the Disney references man.

Ezekiel asking the right question about why it has to be old. Which, has an unfortunate answer for this episode. I love the way he can twirl things around his fingers. Jones, the man you are... It’s not magic, it’s whimsy, girl, you are having way too much fun with that. Okay, so Stone has a clown outfit that fits his whole country boy vibe, Baird has camo, Ezekiel looks like literally any other clown making him indistinguishable, and Cassandra is having a blast!

“alright cool your jets Harry Potter” The Librarians are fighting for their lives and here these two are having a lovely date. Oh Flynn sent Eve the check yes or no and that is the cutest thing. Everything gets so dramatic and upsetting for a bit.

Oh my gosh, poor Jake as everyone starts talking about the wand. Then Eve’s , do you know how much those things cost?! no, he does not, he would rather steal it. While he needs to know the value for other purposes, it wouldn’t be so that he could pay for it.

Wrapping this episode up, Ezekiel stood way too close to that giant vat of hot wax for my comfort. Like, I know it was to throw the thing into it, but that could have splashed and that would have been a disaster! Then he has to pick at Jake for thinking it was the wand. They have a whole new section for NEW artifacts?!?! That’s amazing and terrifying. And it means we could have got several more seasons out of this show. My boy was mostly in the background for this one, I know he gets to be more in focus eventually, but this is frustrating that he always just gets a couple of lines.

#The Librarians #Ezekiel Jones #season3 #episode5

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The Red Logs: Return to the Temple Ch. 18

Chapter 18: Garden

Last Chapter <- -> Next Chapter

Fem!OC X Crosshair

Word Count: 4625

Fic Summary:

There are benefits to owning a clone bar. Underworld lords don’t threaten you to pay for protection. Clones are great company. And the drinks taste great. However, there are also risks to owning a clone bar. Like, for example, becoming the fuck buddy of a special clone task force member so your life gets threatened when a Separatist puts out a bounty for your capture in order to use you as blackmail. Also your sleep schedule gets wrecked. But Anya Tougt is a little more capable than an average bar owner.

Ao3 Link Here

Warnings apply to whole fic:

Canon typical violence, descriptions of panic attacks, alcohol, swearing, 18+ themes (eventual smut), trauma, religious trauma parallels, mild gore

Authors Note:

In my defense, all of my sex dreams feel insanely powerful and intense like I'm talking overwhelming sensations. So. That is my only point of reference.

24 BBY. Not again. Not again. This can’t be happening again. Kenobi, he’s the reason this happened. Just like last time.

Pleasure bloomed across my skin. Need pulsed with every touch. Crosshair. He was touching my body, gently running his deft hands along the curves of my breasts and down the dips of my hips. He hovered over me with that intense gaze he always wore. Never breaking eye contact, he slid a finger along the length of my aching cunt causing a burst of pleasure to slam my senses. Moans echoed around me. I had gone longer without sex, but the pain of being near him while unable to satisfy my carnal desires was tenfold of past dry spells.

All of me yearned for his body. He crawled up to me, leaving behind feather kisses as he did. Almost there, the heat of his cock teased my folds. A hair away and I quivered. I needed this and I was going to get it. Impatience took hold. My whines remained ignored as the clone continued at his agonizing pace. Finally, I felt the soft tip of his dick plush against my entrance. Overwhelming pleasure mixed with impossible desire skyrocketed my body causing a wave of force to blast out and slam Crosshair against the wall.

I jumped up, gasping, frantically searching for the limp body of the clone. Instead, I found myself under the extra blankets I usually kept stored in the living room closet. Additionally, there was a cotton towel tangled around my body. Reality set in, as the fuzzy memories of the previous night settled.

“A dream?” The words slipped out, like I was checking to make sure I was actually awake. Sex dreams weren’t unusual, but I’d never… Did I? Heat rose to my cheeks as I checked between my legs, finding a drenched mess only an orgasm would explain.

Quickly, I jumped out of bed and into the refresher to clean up. Wasn’t I a little old to have a wet dream? In the refresher mirror I caught my reflection. I’d be seeing my face again. No more helmet to cover my expression. After finishing up, I stepped back into my bedroom and took in a deep breath.

Food. And not a stale, lingering scent. Fresh cooked sausage and the unmistakable aroma of peppers wafted through the vents of the loft. Then I noticed the clattering of dishes coming from the kitchen. A bolt of alarm ran up my spine. Someone was in my apartment.

After throwing on a robe, I rushed out the bedroom to find Crosshair standing at the stove tops, shuffling veggies on the pan in front of him while another cooked meat-the sausage I had smelt. He glanced up at my presence, grinned, and asked me, “Sleep well, doll?”

I opened my mouth to answer him but before I could say anything, loud meows cut me off.

“Stinky! I see Jayas got you home safe.” I dropped to sit on my heels and pet the loud tooka, who rubbed into my hand aggressively. “Yes I know, momma was gone. I missed you too, oh what a good boy.” He purred into my hand, bonking my knees and rubbing his body against my legs as he walked off to a particularly sunny spot on the couch.

When I stood, I was met with that toothpick wearing grin once again.

“I fell asleep.”

“You did.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I did.”

“You did?”

Crosshair wiped his hands and walked around the bar that separated us. He leaned his back against it, folding his arms while he spoke, not bothering to take the toothpick in his mouth out. “I woke you up, to which you told me to get my flat ass into bed for cuddles, or else you’d feed me to womp rats.”

“I wasn’t awake.”

“Not exactly. But your determination was admirable. It took me a whole five seconds to escape your grasp in order to undress and get some blankets.” He grinned at the memory, twirling the toothpick between his lips from one side to the other.

That toothpick taunted me, daring me to imagine how Crosshair’s tongue moved behind his lips. A new flame of desire flickered within me. “Did you go back to the barracks?” Hesitation chopped my rhythm.

“No.” He gave no further elaboration.

The dream lingered in my mind. Was any of it real? A haze of exhaustion mingled with my sleeping mind? “So you just…slept?” I prodded, too embarrassed to admit what I was searching for.

“Right next to you.”

A weak laugh escaped me. “Right.” So then it was all a dream. But my comfort was short lived, as I realized what that meant. I rubbed my cheek, traveling up to my hair and ran a hand through the loose strands. “Sorry. About that.” A glance his way gave me a confused expression. “I mean, you came here for one reason and I was asleep.” My gaze fell to an imperfection in the tiled flooring pattern.

Crosshair pushed himself from the countertop and closed the distance between us. He lifted a slender hand to my cheek and guided my head so I was looking into his eyes. “I decide what I come here for.”

Blush bloomed from my cheeks at his words. “And what have you decided now?” I teased, attempting to hide the vulnerability in my cheeks.

His eyes narrowed with a smirk. “Now,” he dragged out the word, pausing my breath with it. “Is time for breakfast.”

He stepped back, leaving me to exhale quietly. My heart refused to calm as I watched him return to the stove top. Somehow, after everything that happened, I found myself right back here questioning what this sniper was thinking.

“Did you even eat last night?” His voice pulled back my thoughts.

“No, I think I sat down on the bed to braid my hair after showering, but,” I swept my loose hair over my shoulders in show. “Clearly that didn’t happen.”

“Breakfast.” Crosshair ordered, gesturing at one of the stools for me to sit.

I sat, leaning forward on the countertop to watch as he filled a plate full of stir fry veggies and two links of what looked to be bantha. “I don’t remember having sausage.” He slid the plate in front of me, and I dug in.

“You didn’t.” Crosshair piled the remaining food on his own plate then slid it onto the bar beside me. “What you had left rivaled the GAR’s pantry.” His voice faded as he turned away, putting away the dirty dishes into the sink. “I went and picked up a few things.”

“Mm.” I finished a bite before continuing. “How much do I need to pay you back?”

He rounded the bar, sliding into the seat next to me where his plate sat waiting. “Nothing.”

I glanced his way. “No really,” he kept his eyes down on his own meal. “You shouldn’t waste your stipend on me.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “Anya.” He turned to face me. “I wanted to.”

We stared in silence for a minute before the words sunk in. “Oh!” I blinked. “You wanted to?” I had to ask, to be sure I heard him right.

Crosshair’s sharp features softened as he looked at me. “If you prefer, I could stick to buying drinks downstairs.”

“No, no. This is welcome.”

Breakfast was quiet after that. Between how hungry I felt and the mess of emotions in my heart, there wasn’t much room for conversation. After finishing my meal I stood and started on the dishes. Crosshair ate slower than me, him still working on the last bit of his veggies as I washed the pans he used to cook them in. Though my back was to him, I could feel his eyes on me as I worked. That gaze locked on me came with questions.

“Got a lot on your mind?” Crosshair, who put Stinky’s status as an ambush predator to shame, slid up behind me without me noticing. He wrapped his arms around my waist after he put his plate into the sink. Before I could stop myself, my body melted into his. The feeling of his chest against my back, how secure I felt in his arms–it was too good to not indulge in. A soft hum escaped me as I sighed at the comfort. “Now that confirms it.”

I stiffened, turning my head just enough to catch the edge of a smirk. “What confirms what?” My brows furrowed together.

“Anytime you’re stressed and I hug you, you let out a little sigh like that.”

“What if I just like you holding me?”

Crosshair’s chest rumbled as he chuckled. “Then you’d be wiggling. You move when you're happy.”

Blush climbed my neck. “I do?”

“Mhm.” Crosshair answered casually, as if him noticing something so small wasn’t a heart-capturing moment. “So what is it?”

I turned away from the sink, spinning to face Crosshair as he opened his arms to let me do so. He rested his hands against the edge of the counter, trapping me between it and him. His brown eyes locked on me as mine fell in an attempt to keep blush from rushing to my cheeks. My slippers were sandwiched between his feet. Our bodies barely brushed against each other in the kind of way that sent sparks to my stomach instead of between my legs–though that part of me was certainly aware of our positioning.

A grin cracked on my lips. “I can’t seem to remember what I was thinking about.”

A short laugh came from Crosshair. “Really? Not at all?”

I looked up and met his dark eyes with a wide smile. “No, not at all. Guess it didn’t matter.”

In response Crosshair shook his head at me then leaned down just enough to kiss me. “I highly doubt that.” Our noses touched as he rested his forehead against mine. Crosshair lifted a hand to my waist, closing the small gap between us fully by pulling me into him. “But I can’t blame you for getting distracted.” His lips grazed mine as he spoke. Before I could retort, the sniper kissed me again. This time he lingered, letting his lips savor the treat. When he finally pulled away his typical steely gaze was replaced with one that could melt an icy heart.

“What?” I leaned back to get a better look at him. He was tall enough that it was easier this way.

“Nothing.” The grin on his face said otherwise.

“No really.” I grabbed the front of his shirt. “What’s got you looking like that?”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, turning his head away from mine in the process. “Seems it’s my turn to get distracted.” The sharper edges of his expression returned, and his smirk grew more playful than sincere.

I laughed, then patted his chest before sliding out from his arms. “Alright, be that way. I’m getting ready.”

He followed. “Ready for what?” Crosshair asked, mild interest peaking through his words.

“That depends, when do you need to report back?”

“Tonight, but I can sneak back late.”

At my wardrobe I scanned the various clothing options for the day. Something comfortable or something more flashy? My neck crawled as I felt Crosshair hovered over me, observing the options just as, if not more, intently than I.

“What is this?” He purred, reaching past me to pull down a hangar holding perhaps the most revealing garment I owned.

The bodice was little more than cups and straps, with sheer paneling making up the majority of the top. The skirt–if something so short could be called that–didn’t even close fully around the bodysuit. Green like the forests of Kashyyyk and with gold detailing that aimed to accentuate the most curvy aspects of a human body–it had been long forgotten stuffed behind the much more practical outfits I wore in my day to day life.

“Oh no.” I groaned, covering my face as Crosshair studied the bodysuit. “Please don’t ask.”

Through a gap in my fingers, I watched as Crosshair’s gaze flicked between myself and the garment. After a moment, Crosshair lifted the piece and held it up to me, a wicked grin growing in response to whatever he imagined. “You sure I can’t ask?” He prodded.

I gathered my wits breathing in deeply, then snatched the hangar from the clone. “Look,” the explanation burned in my mouth. “I had all these aspirations for what I’d wear after moving here.” To prevent any further spying into my wardrobe, I pulled out a casual tank and pair of pants, pushing the doors shut behind me. “Clearly, it didn’t stick.”

Crosshair leaned against the closed doors as I walked to the dresser to pull out appropriate undergarments. When I turned around, he was still leaning against the wardrobe. After a moment, I gestured towards Crosshair. “Are you going to let me change?” I asked with a raised brow.

The clone cocked his head at me. “What’s the point? Nothing I haven’t already seen.” I threw the clothes on the bed.

Blush flooded my cheeks. “Well yes, but-”

“But what?” He pushed off the wardrobe and stepped closer, grin growing with every second.

“Well this is different!” I held my ground, feeling the heat on my face spread to my ears and neck as Crosshair approached. “Nudity during sex is one thing, but just changing is…” Words I didn’t want to speak filled my mind. No-It wasn’t I didn’t want to say them. I was scared to say them.

“Anya.” He finally reached me, pinning me back against the dresser. “You’ll flip a clone onto his ass and step between punches to stop a fight, but you won’t change in front of me?” Only my wide eyed stare and silence answered him. “Even though we fuck like ash-rabbits when I’m off duty?”

A pout grew on my lips. “Just humor me?” When he still didn’t move, I continued. “Besides, you gotta get dressed too. Or I’ll just leave without you.” At that, Crosshair sighed and exited the room.

After the door shut behind him, I turned towards the clothes I threw onto my bed. I glanced towards the wardrobe. Maybe I should grab something nicer? We haven’t exactly done this before. Going out together away from the bar.

Going on dates.

No. I shook my head at the thought. This wasn’t a date. Dates require planning and actually asking the other person to go out with you. I hadn’t done either of those. But now wasn’t the time.

Quickly, I pulled off my bathrobe and pulled on my garments. The outfit was casual, but comfortable. I glanced in the mirror, nearly ready to go, before catching my mistake. The scars. My left shoulder looked like someone tore out a jagged patch of skin, leaving behind a rough path. Like an instinct, I threw back my hand to trace the scar under my hair. Between passing out last night and waking up to Crosshair in the apartment this morning, I had completely forgotten about them. Since he hadn’t mentioned them, I guessed Crosshair didn’t see the damaged skin last night. Maybe I would change after all. There was no reason to make him worry. I mean, I was going to tell him. Then he’d know. My lips cracked, suddenly dry.

Like a switch turned on, I moved. Crosshair could come in at any moment, so I opened my wardrobe and pulled out a long sleeved crop-top instead. I flung off the tanktop and pulled on the new shirt with no interruption from the clone. Next my focus turned to my hair. If I put it all up or braided it, he’d see the other scar. I gathered a small portion of hair from my crown and pulled it back into a flat clasp. Something to at least keep strands out of my face.

The bedroom door opened. “You ready?” Crosshair asked, leaning against the frame in his full armor.

I turned, walking past him into the living room space of my apartment. “I am.”

Coruscant was busy. As Coruscant always was. But in the depths of the city-planet, Uscuru was uniquely quiet. Of course the entertainment district would be relatively asleep when the rest of the planet was up and working. We passed a handful of other humans and aliens, commuters by the looks of them. Nothing like the crowds that flooded these streets once the sun fell. Crosshair walked beside me. Even the sounds of traffic started to fade as we traveled deeper into the city, away from the skylanes. A handful of clouds speckled the blue sky. Everything was making out to be a perfect day.

But I was feeling anything but perfect.

Each step forward coiled my chest and choked my throat. My stomach flipped as thoughts I’d rather not think invaded my mind.

“Not only are you putting the cohesion of this team at risk, but you will also hurt my brothers.”

Tech’s words echoed until they were the only thing I could hear. His disappointment. His frustration. His anger. All of those emotions, so well hidden under the blunt cadence of his speech. I’d promised him. And after everything he did for me, keeping a promise was the least I could do.

Yet.

“Hey.” I looked towards Crosshair. His face was obscured by his helmet. “You’ve been quiet.” He tilted his head towards me just barely.

“Something you want to talk about?” I answered.

He let out a breath of air, a sound turned metallic due to the modulator in his helmet. “Just unusual.”

“I don’t talk that much, do I?” Again, I met the visor of a helmet.

“Didn’t say that.” Our path led us to a low archway, forcing Crosshair to duck down behind me.

The image sent me back to the separatist ship–when we were chasing Vekek through the maintenance tunnels. A second passed before I returned, back to the safety of Coruscant. “Then what did you say?” I asked, returning my gaze forward after Crosshair rejoined my side through the arch.

The clone took his own second before answering. “Quiet.” He said. “You’re not usually quiet.” Though the words remained the same his delivery granted them new meaning. His comment wasn’t about how much I spoke.

“Just because you don’t see it that often, doesn’t mean I can’t be quiet.” Unknown to him, he’d actually seen a lot of quiet me. Crosshair just didn’t know that was me. That would change. A suffocating heat grew up my chest into my throat.

“So what’s wrong?”

I opted to ignore the question for now, and instead guided Crosshair around a corner. Our destination emerged from the metal of the planet. Green-not from neon signs or graffiti, but natural greenery that was so rare on Coruscant. Before us was a block of what looked to be an abandoned construction site, covered in vines, bushes, and grass. The only evidence this was purposeful was the turnstiles blocking an unpaid entry. A sense of relief lost against my anxiety. “We’re here.”

“What is this?” Crosshair pulled off his helmet, taking in the fresh oxygen without the filters of his helmet.

After paying the park fee for two, we stepped into the hidden garden together. “Someone thought some greenery might help make Uscuru less dangerous. Lower the crime rate. Guess they didn’t think about the importance of location.” I smirked, noting the lack of other visitors in the garden. “It reminds me of a garden I went to a lot growing up. When I’m stressed or just need a break I’ll come here. The distance is worth it.”

“Didn’t know Coruscant had any nature left on it.” Through the snark, a hint of awe shined through.

“Some.” A mix of feelings rose to my chest at the fond, and not so fond, memories in the Jedi Gardens. We passed pink trees with blue flowers in bloom, beds of yellow and white flowers that sat low in the soft grass, and bushes bearing fruit I didn’t recognize. “Here,” I ducked under a particularly overgrown archway made obstacle due to the thick vines and greenery attached to it. “This is my favorite spot.” The brush opened up into a small circle, a meadow on any other planet. In the center stood a fountain with three tiers.

Crosshair followed, stepping through the brush with ease. He paused, taking in the sight as I walked forward still. “How did you find this?”

“Luck.” I chuckled. “When I first moved here I spent a lot of time wandering.” He watched me, still standing by the entrance as I sat down on the plush grass. “If only this opened up to the sky, then we could watch the clouds.” I laid back, lifting my arms towards the ceiling.

After a second, Crosshair joined me. He settled beside me, sitting rather than lying like me. The top of my head pushed against his thigh. I glanced towards him, the angle made his lithe form look like he was towering over me. His reticle met my glance, and the lines that commonly decorated his face faded. “So how many clones have you brought here?” His gaze left mine, and those lines returned.

“One.” I watched his jaw twitch and eyes flick back towards me. With a soft smile I lifted my hands, finding the sharp features of his face between my palms. Those dark eyes of his studied my expression. Nerves bounced through my skin as I watched those eyes think.

“Why?”

My brows furrowed at the question.

“Why me?” He clarified.

Like a reflex, my jaw tightened. This place, it wasn’t exactly special. Just a failed attempt by some politician to earn brownie points for the reelection. But I so often found peace here. Peace that even my loft could not provide. After the mission, using my powers, nearly killing Crosshair with one of them-didn’t it make sense to come here? Did it make sense to tell him who I was here? Another spike of anxiety pierced my heart. As my chest pounded my head grew cloudy. As noise disappeared into fog, one voice became clear.

“Promise me that you will tell him before our next mission together.”

Another glance. Another study of his knitted expression. Confusion, anticipation, and fear swirled behind those dark eyes. Fear. Even on the battlefield I hadn’t seen such a clear expression of fear from the clone. Could he read me just as easily, see the terror that captured my words? Or was the force feeding me this information?

"Promise.”

“I made a promise.”

“What?”

Crosshair tilted his head. I sat up, sitting beside him. He shifted to face me. When he moved the grass crunched softly. My hands fiddled. Words would not come to me, even after spending several minutes messing with a loose thread on the hem of my sleeve. This was one of those times when I just needed to open my mouth and talk.

So I did. “I can’t keep it. I think I knew that, even when I made it, but I didn’t want to admit it. The timing is kriffed. When is it not? And it’s selfish, but how could I not be selfish about this?” Somehow, my eyes returned to his. “Crosshair, I haven’t been sleeping with anyone else. For a while.”

Those brown eyes widened, raising his gray brows in the process. His lips parted.

Panic surged as I realized what I had said. “I don’t expect the same from you! I mean,” Damage control kicked in. “We were clear about what this was. No strings. No expectations. That can still be the arrangement, if you want.” His expression relaxed, though that look of surprise still lingered. “That’s why it’s you.”

Anxiety returned as I waited for a response. My own feelings were too strong to even guess what Crosshair was feeling through the force. I was left with my gut for this one.

He cradled my cheek with one hand. “Anya.” My name sounded sad leaving his lips.

Oh no.

“I don’t want to keep our arrangement.”

He must have seen the twitch in my eyebrows, because he quickly continued.

“I want strings and expectations.”

A laugh that shared more in common with a cry escaped me. I leaned forward and threw my arms around the clone sitting across from him. He held me at my waist burying his nose into the crook of my neck. My fingers twisted through his short silver hair.

“So what was that promise you made?” He moved back to catch my eyes as he asked the question.

“That is a secret,” I rocked forward to kiss his lips gently. “For now.” My grin brushed his pout.

“Fine.” He kissed me back, lingering longer than I did. “So us being a couple doesn’t change what you let me in on?”

“Technically we’ve only been together for a few minutes. You’ll have to wait longer than that before I can trust you completely.” I winked.

In response, Crosshair rolled his eyes. “You sound like Tech. Remind me to never leave the two of you alone together.”

“Uh.” I shouldn’t be surprised to hear Crosshair talk about his squad, but now it caused me to trip. “Yeah? Does this mean you’ll bring them to the bar finally?” Before the summons from the Jedi Council I had regularly teased Crosshair about keeping me a secret from his brothers. But now I've met them. And he didn’t even know.

“No.” He scowled with a small pout that betrayed his playful mood.

I laughed, falling onto my back and lifting up my legs so they draped across the clone’s legs. “You’re adorable, Cross.” He grumbled in response. A moment passed, with me laying in the grass, hands covering my eyes and him leaning back, one hand resting on my legs. “What do we call each other?”

“What?”

“I mean, boyfriend and girlfriend would be accurate but it feels… childish.” My brows furrowed at the thought. “We aren’t married, so husband and wife are off the table. Committed works to explain the relationship, but not as a noun. Partner is too vague. Partner in what? Life? Business? Crime?” Lover also came to mind, but I wasn’t ready to say the word aloud yet.

After listening to my prattling, Crosshair took a moment to think. “Riduur.” He spoke softly.

I propped myself up on my forearms to get a look at him. “What’s that?”

“It means everything you said, but in one word.”

“Is it Mando’a?”

He nodded.

“Riduur.” I copied his pronunciation carefully. “I like it.”

Crosshair smiled at my reaction. “Knew you would.”

“How’s that?”

“Secret.” I scoffed, feigning offense. “Afterall, we’ve only been riduur for a few minutes.”

“Jackass.”

He laughed, a full body laugh.

We stayed like that for another twenty minutes, enjoying the peace of the park and our casual conversation. Our solitude eventually ended, as we heard other voices pass through the park. I stood, prompting Crosshair to follow, and we exited the oasis together. My promise to Tech stayed behind.

“So, you have the whole day right?” I asked as the clone donned his helmet.

We stepped through the turnstiles of the public park. “Yeah?”

“Let’s do something fun.” Unlike our walk to the garden, I held out my hand offering it to him. Though his helmet hid his reaction, my gut felt the grin plastered on his face. He took my hand and we walked.

“What’d you have in mind?” His thumb rubbed over mine as we walked.

Authors end chapter notes:

Look at my two little dumbasses being all cute together this is totally going to last forever and nothing bad ever happens ever. :)

Dividers by Djarrex

Tag list: @midnight-sun-0

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on chemicals in my rivers

Today’s ritual for health: steroid topical ointment, only four days. After that I’ll have a non-steroidal topical ointment for four more days. Then vaseline applied on wet hands to make a thin film, hands patted dry on a towel. I take escitalopram (the left-handed version) and birth control, little bitter pills as a nighttime treat. When I have headaches or period pains I can take an ibuprofen. If I’m running a fever I can take an ibuprofen. Or even a huge combination pill of dextromethorphan, guaifenesin and phenylephrine (also known as mucinex) so I can sleep at night. Formulated to taste sweet as a joke, I drink two down with a large glug of water instead of the peppermint oil gas I’d try to suck down my sinuses. Old mornings greeted with a sand dry mouth that had gasped down the air for my hermetically sealed nose.

All of these names were family to me, but sealed behind glass picture frames, we the first American generation. The medication was reachable (I was 5’3 by 11), but my mother never suggested that they were for anything but the most severe fevers. And it never occurred to me to ask her for some. When I cried from the contact of a lukecold blanket, She would measure out my temperature before administering a child’s dose of ibuprofen, liquid form, 30 mL, tasting like spiced grapes. Instead it was tar-black herbal medicine and probiotic supplements my mother had brought to the US from her Korean pharmaceutical degree. I shook myself awake in bed, 3pm, my heaven-mandated pain in a garden of blankets.

Then I watched my college roommate pop four acetaminophens on an empty stomach to preempt a headache. The next time I got a cold, I ran to the university nurse, who prescribed something to unclog my axiomatic tiny nose (and then charged me $400 for it). Did you know eczema is curable? I sat on the dermatologist’s papered-over patient bed and felt the glow of washing dishes without rubber gloves, feeling my hands plow through the old clay I molded that ripped open cracks into my skin. When the dry winters tore it open my mom applied L’occitane (said lo-chi-tahng in Korean) hand creams that would try to pat down ravines. Then the oil and redness would react to create small bubbles under my skin, the bubbles which would then oxidize, tiny combustions across my hands. Now I have steroids. Don’t let your skin get used to being chronically inflamed, the dermatologist said. A thirteen minute appointment and I was moving into the cold spring outside, scarf only having made it over one shoulder.

When I want to die I take my left-handed bitter apple and even though She would throw me out of the house for it, She can’t see me here. I use steroids for four days, the number four which starts the word “death” in Korean. But not in English. And I use painkillers and anesthesia and birth control and antidepressants and I am down on earth with everyone else and I smile in my sleep.

#poetry #asian american #or whatever #tw: drugs #not the illegal kind of drugs but hey

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the mason sisters: four

summary: photoshoots, a new old friend, and some fun times in the car.

word count: 4552

warnings: food, swearing

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(a/n: i created a character descriptions carrd! it’s on the masterlist, which you can find here!)

over the next few weeks, mercy attended meetings with the hendrick teammates to learn more about the series and the way hendrick works. the time came to announce the new driver of the 48. mercy had interviews with hendrick, pictures taken, make-up touched up every few pictures, etc. mercy was getting tired by noon, and pretty hungry too. when she’d get a break, she’d text her parents, sister, and alex. she’d also text jimmie, asking for advice on how to keep herself sane on days like these. she laughed at his text about daytona media days. “mercy, five minutes.” the photographer, faith, called to the young woman. “‘thanks!” mercy smiled, looking down to her phone and scrolling through social media, seeing a tweet from her childhood friend, laurie. she opened up her texts and texted her, telling her to save her from this mess. “i heard someone wants taco bell!” alex yelled, walking in with a bag of food and two drinks. “you are a lifesaver, thanks alex.” “no problem.” alex sat next to mercy, chowing down on his burrito. “the potatoes are cooked just right.” mercy groaned at how delicious the potatoes are. “do you want me to pay you back?” alex shook his head and pushed mercy’s wallet out of view. “no, no, no need, merc. my treat.” mercy smiled, putting her wallet back in her purse. “thanks, alex. i appreciate it very much.” alex nodded. “it’s not a problem at all, i know what these days are like. daytona is the worst.” “jimmie said the exact same thing.” “mercy, we’ve got a few photos left, wanna come finish up and then we’ll be done for the day?” faith, the photographer asked mercy. “yeah, be right there!” mercy took a sip of her baja blast, throwing her head back at how good the baja tastes right now. “thanks again, alex.” mercy pat his shoulder and smiled, getting back to taking photos.

after about 45 minutes, mercy finally finished up photos and got to finish her now cold taco bell. “thanks for keeping an eye on my food, alex.” “i almost ate the rest of it.” he laughed, taking a sip of his pepsi. “how did you know i like baja blast?” “i follow you on instagram and twitter, i know more about you than you think i do.” he winks, laughing again. “oh my god, stalker.” mercy gasped, giggling. “you also really like dunkin coffee, especially when it’s practically cream.” “you’re one of those people who like plain coffee, psychopath.” the pair laughed, mercy holding onto alex’s shoulder so she doesn’t fall over. neither of them noticed the photographer taking a picture of the two of them laughing, planning to send it to mercy.

after looking at the pictures with faith, mercy picked out her favorites and asked her to send them to her when she had the chance. “thanks, faith, i’ll see you soon! thanks for being awesome, too.” “no, you’re awesome! have a great week!” “thanks, you too!” mercy waved, walking out of the room and receiving a call from laurie. “laurie! oh my god it's been forever! how are you?" "i'll meet you outside." alex nodded to mercy, who nodded back. "it's been so long! we need to get together soon. i was calling you cuz i've got some news." mercy sat down on a bench in the lobby. "gimme the deets. what's up?" "so you know that a certain person and i have been talking…" laurie giggled. "austin?" "yeah. well, we're uh, having our first date tonight." "WHAT?!" mercy yelled, making a few shop guys turn to her. "sorry!! no, seriously, y'all are together?" laurie laughed. "no, not yet. hopefully it all works out. how about you? how are you and alex doing?" "you know i'm gonna pull up in a disguise, that glasses and a mustache disguise to your date, right?" mercy chuckled. "seriously, that's so awesome! yeah, we're getting really close. i mean, we're literally in the same shop next year, but he definitely doesn't feel that way." "bestie, i know you two are gonna get together. hello, you're so gorgeous, you'd be the biggest power couple!" laurie beamed. "laurie, no, it's not gonna happen. he clearly doesn't feel the same way." "he does. not to change the subject, but i'm so excited for tonight!! i'm gonna send you a couple of pics of my fits, tell me which one you like!" laurie squealed. "will do. oh, got them." mercy connected her headphones to her phone so she could listen to the call. "that black one is cute, but i think you should have a pop of color to it. maybe some red? it looks so good on you. remember when you said it would never happen because 'he's him and you're you'? look who's right again." laurie sighed. "shush. i still owe you a drink. we need to get together soon, i need some mercy-laurie time." "same here. i miss you so much, i've just been so busy. you know about what's going on, right?" "yeah, you told me the day you found out! i'm still so happy for you. any chance i can be your crew chief?" laurie chuckled. "i can talk to mr. h, maybe he can get you in here sometime. if not, you'll be at every single race. you'll get to see katelyn, too. she's gonna try her hardest to be at my races, and i'll be at hers. i'll make sure you have a spot for daytona." "awesome, thank you so much! i'll be there this weekend." "yay! can't wait. see you this weekend. love you!" "see ya! love you too." laurie sang, making mercy chuckled. she hung up the call and headed outside. "alex, you didn't have to wait for me!" "figured since we're teammates and shop-mates next year, we should get to know each other better." he shrugged. "sorry, i'm not usually this social, i'm very, very awkward." "no, no, welcome to the club. i've been awkward since i was born, buddy." mercy chuckled. "the more comfortable i get with someone, i don't feel as awkward. i mean, we had interactions on twitter and stuff like that, but face to face stuff can be awkward. i'm rambling, aren't i?" mercy cringed, making alex laugh. "it's fine, merc. i get it." after a small pause, mercy spoke up. “so, uh, where do you wanna go?” “i was thinking maybe the shop? i could introduce you to my guys and your guys?” “yeah, that sounds good!” the pair decided to walk to the shop, since mercy was getting pictures in the administration building. the two drivers were quiet for a bit, enjoying the bird sounds and quiet hum of the highway. “that’s a cardinal. i think i heard a sparrow or two. some finches as well. i had pet birds and loved all types of birds as a kid, so i know a lot about them. i still have two cockatiels from my childhood in my house, we have a specific room for them. it gets a lot of sun and they’re happy there.” “really? that’s interesting.” alex smiled, waving to a car driving by. “yeah, i really like birds.” mercy chuckled, seeing a female cardinal fly by. “that was a female cardinal. my grandmother loved them. she was a big part of my life before she passed when i was young.” “sorry to hear that.” alex pat mercy’s shoulder, “oh, thanks. katelyn took it the hardest with our grandfather, though. i was closer to my grandmother and she was closer to her grandfather. he passed when we were young, too.” mercy nodded, alex kept his hand on her shoulder for a few seconds, then slowly brought it back to his side. “yeah, life sucks, as we all know. it gets better though. i really thought i was out of nascar for good a few years ago.” mercy snapped her fingers, “i remember that. i was pissed, not gonna lie. i barely knew you, we had interactions on twitter and stuff like that, but that just really sucks. i can’t believe they fired you on twitter.” “i don’t go to that taco bell for that reason.” alex laughed. “totally get it, i wouldn’t either. i’m glad you’ve got a ride here. it’s a nice crowd of people, i just hope people here don’t avoid me because i’m a woman and ‘it’s a man’s world’. i’m young, if i don’t get any wins next year, that’s fine, i’ve got plenty of chances. i just hope my hometown crowd is as loud as it is whenever i go up for xfinity.” alex opened the door to the shop and let mercy in, a small thank you coming from the young woman. “if it’s as loud as it is in xfinity, it’s gonna be even louder in cup. i remember the first time they said your name last year, even when they said your number, they were loud. then you came out on stage and people went absolutely nuts, they love you up there.” “i’m grateful for them. i miss home a lot.” alex nodded, “i get it, i miss home. hey, some shop guys are available if you wanna go see them now.” “yeah, that’d be great.” mercy smiled, heading into the shop.

after about an hour of talking to the shop guys, mercy got a text from faith with the pictures she wanted.

‘thank you so much faith! when did you get that picture of alex and i?’

‘Just after we finished our session. You are really cute together!’

‘oh, faith, we’re not together! we’re just friends. this is our first meeting face to face, we’ve seen each other in passing but we’re just trying to get to know each other better since we’re shop-mates next year.’

‘I’m telling you right now, you’re gonna be a cute couple if you ever date. Unless you don’t swing that way, which is totally okay by me! You’re a great person and you deserve the best! ❤️’

‘faith🥹🥹’

‘😁😁 I’ll send you the rest when they’re finished! Have a great week :)

‘you too! 😁’

mercy saved the pictures she wanted to send to her friends and family, keeping the one of her and alex in a separate album. “thanks for the time, sorry to keep you from what you need to do, i’m just showing mercy around, since we’ll be shop-mates next year.” “fine by us, see you soon, mercy!” “see ya! thanks for being so kind.” mercy smiled, turning to alex. “ready to head out?” “yeah, gimme a sec, i’m taking all of this in right now.” the young woman giggled, running her hand through her hair. “i still can’t believe this is happening, alex. i’ve been dreaming about this my whole life.” “it’s happening, merc. a few more months and you’ll be in the cup series.” alex smiled, opening the door for mercy again. “thanks.” mercy stretched out her arms when they got outside, sighing. “what do we do now? anything else you wanna take me to?” alex thought about it for a few seconds. “just the gym, i guess? i hate the gym.” alex laughed. “i don’t like exercise.” “neither do i.” mercy smiled. “that explains why i look like this.” she moved her hands up and down her body, a chuckle escaping. they headed to the gym, seeing some more shop guys from other teams using the machines. “wow, y’all got a huge gym! i’m more of a biker, i like biking.” mercy saw a whole row of treadmills, practically in awe at the amount of them. “i know you and josh wise do a lot of biking, mind if i join you two sometime?” mercy turned back around to face alex, pushing some of her hair back. “yeah, that’d be fun! i need more support sometimes.” alex laughed, scratching his face a little. they left the area of the gym and headed outside. “so, you’re the driver of the 48 next year… that was my dream, you’re living my dream!” mercy tapped her fingers along her thigh, grounding herself. “it’s crazy how my life changed, 2016 i was filling in for junior cuz of that concussion, now i’m full time and about to take over the 48. it’s so crazy.” alex sighed. “now you’re making history as the first woman hired for hendrick motorsports. it’s absolutely nuts how much history is being made. they don’t have any idea what’s coming, merc.” “oh, stop. you’re making me blush!” mercy fanned her face with her hand, laughing. “i’m serious! you’re freakin’ badass.” alex smiled, “the queen of the xfinity series! bow down!” mercy laughed as alex bowed in front of her.

katelyn saw mercy’s car pull up to their house around five, then alex’s car pulled up behind mercy’s truck. mercy walked up to the house with alex. “i’m home! not for long, though! just wanted to grab some stuff. katelyn, you’re welcome to come along.” mercy yelled as she opened the door. katelyn ran downstairs as mercy was running up. the youngest mason sister saw alex standing near the door on his phone, scrolling through social media. “alex! hey.” katelyn waved to alex, who looked up from his phone. “oh, hey katelyn!” alex waved, “we’re gonna go get some dinner. you interested in anything? you can come along if you’d like.” “thanks! i don’t wanna interrupt anything, though. i’d feel horrible if i did.” “no, you wouldn’t be!” mercy came back downstairs in a my chemical romance shirt, black shorts, and a small bag of mascara and lipstick in her hand. “invite someone if you’d like, it’s just a small get-together.” “i don’t want to interrupt anyth-!” katelyn was interrupted by alex.“we’re totally okay with you coming along!” he smiled, “i just gotta let the dogs out before we go anywhere.” “we get to finally meet those crazy pups now!” mercy gasped, holding her hands together. “you know i’m gonna be dropping by every chance i get to play with the pups, right?” “me too!” katelyn giggled. “they’re so cute.” “until they get into stuff.” alex laughed. “they’re cute, but little brats. ready to go?” “yep, lemme grab my purse and i’ll be ready.” katelyn winked to mercy, walking upstairs and heading to her room. mercy rolled her eyes and chuckled. “pain in the ass little sister.” “i have two brothers, so i feel your pain.” alex chuckled. “they’re a pain in the ass too, but i love them.” “yeah, i love katelyn, i’d do anything for her.” mercy gave alex the side eye. “don’t tell her i said that, though. she’d never let it go.” “who wouldn’t let what go?” katelyn came around the corner of the staircase. “nothing, get your ass movin’. i’m hungry.” mercy laughed. katelyn ran down the stairs to go outside. “we’ll take my truck, i’ve got more room, if that’s okay by you?” “yeah, that’s fine!” “alex, you gotta take me for a ride in your ‘vette sometime. mercy’s been on a ride or two and i haven’t!” katelyn folded her arms, pouting. “you’ll get a ride soon. how about for your 18th?” “17 and a halfth birthday?” katelyn smirked. “kate, that’s literally passed already. that was may.” “yeah, yeah, and it’s october, i know, it’s next month, but i can’t wait that long!” “my birthday is literally next week, kate. i’ll be getting another ride!” mercy looked up at alex with a big smile on her face. “right?” “yeah, sure. i’ll make sure to scare the shit out of you with burnouts.” alex smiled. “you won’t scare me. can i drive it since it’ll be my 21st?” “don’t go drinking beforehand.” alex laughed, “dear god, it’s gonna be ruined.” “hey! i’ll take care of your pretty car.” mercy pouted, making alex laugh. “alright, ready?” mercy grabbed her keys out of her pocket and headed outside with katelyn and alex. “katelyn, you gotta sit in the backseat, alex is older so he gets the front seat.” “no, it’s okay! katelyn can have the front.” “no, that’s fine. alex should have the front.” katelyn nodded, getting in the back, sitting in the middle. mercy jumped into the driver’s seat and connected her phone to the cord and bluetooth so she could play some music. as soon as they got moving, mercy had alex press shuffle on the playlist and vampire money started playing. “oh my god, vampire money!!” mercy and katelyn yelled as alex tapped his foot to the beat. “well, are you ready ray?” mercy yelled. “yeah!” katelyn yelled back. “how ‘bout you, frank?” “oh, i’m there, baby.” alex yelled. “how ‘bout you, mikey? fuckin’ ready.” mercy changed her voice to fit mikey, then back to gerard. “well i think i’m alright!” “ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!” all three drivers yelled, headbanging and dancing in the truck. the whole time vampire money was playing, each driver yelled the lyrics and jammed out. after vampire money finished, alex directed mercy to where they were going for dinner. mercy asked alex to play vampire money again, since she loves that song so much. as they jammed out to the song, she got a text from laurie. “laurie says, ‘austin is such a gentleman, i’m so happy with how everything is going’ with three exclamation points. what do i respond with?” alex read to mercy. “uh, ‘now you owe me twenty bucks. /hj seriously i’m so happy for you’ with a few exclamation points, and uh, a red heart. thanks, alex.” “she sent a picture too, of her and austin.” mercy glanced at her phone, seeing the picture. “oh my god, they’re so freakin’ cute. kate, look!” alex turned around to show katelyn, who looked up from her phone. “aww, they’re so cute!” she smiled, going back to her phone. “texting tyler, i assume?” “hey, shush.” katelyn blushed. “it’s been a few months, ask him out for a drink or something!” “he would totally say no to me.” katelyn sighed. “i’ve only known you for a few weeks, but from what i’ve heard from merc and seen, i’m surprised tyler hasn’t asked you out.” “oh, shush, alex. you’re just saying that to be nice.” “he’s serious, kate! i’m telling you, i’ll go up to tyler and literally force him to ask you out. it’s obvious he likes you.” “not to change the subject, but lizzo is on. gimme a minute before i say anything else to boost your mood.” mercy starts dancing in her seat, alex directing her to the next turn. “ay boy, whatcha say boy, you tryna play coy like a gameboy? hit my phone, boy, is you home boy? are you home, boy? come gimme dome, boy.” “mercy goes crazy for lizzo, alex. just to let you know, she’ll probably quote some stuff from her often. she’s a huge fan.” “got this boy speaking spanish, ay papi~!” mercy pushed her hair back, throwing her head back. “i see that. she literally shut you up for her!” alex laughs, looking over at mercy, who’s singing to herself and dancing in her seat once again. “make a girl go crazy! four, three, i like big boys, itty bitty boys, mississippi boys, inner city boys, i like the pretty boys with the bow tie, getcha nails did, let it blow dry, i like a big beard, i like a clean face, i don’t discriminate, come and get a taste, from the playboys to the gay boys, go and slay boys, you my fave boys!”

the three drivers pull up to alex’s house, mercy parks the truck and disconnects her phone, getting out of her truck and walking behind alex. katelyn is still on her phone, texting tyler. “hey guys! holy crap, i’ve only been gone for a few hours, you’re crazy!” alex laughs, petting his dogs and giving them head kisses. “hi puppies!” mercy kneeled down and pet finn and roscoe. “oh my god, you two are just lovebugs! hi! hi! hi! thank you for the kisses, boys! you’re so sweet, hi!” katelyn puts away her phone and starts petting the dogs. “hi you two! hi! hiiiii! how sweet! hi! oh my god, hi!” alex heads towards the back door to let the dogs out. “finn, roscoe, c’mere rascals!” “hey, look, he has his own rascals!” mercy put katelyn in a headlock and gave her a noogie. “ow, ow! mercy!” katelyn laughs, pushing her sister away. the sisters head outside with alex as the sun starts to set. “wow, this is such a nice property, alex. i might just have to live here.” mercy beams, laughing along with alex. “there’s enough room if you need to crash anytime.” “alex, can i use your bathroom?” katelyn asks the older driver. “of course, when you get to the kitchen, take a left and it’ll be the second door on the right. the fan makes a weird noise when it turns on, but it’s not gonna do any damage.” “thanks much! be back in a few.” katelyn give the dogs pets and then heads back inside, closing the door. mercy grabs her phone and texts katelyn.

‘u only left so alex and i would have time alone. u brat >:(‘

‘Get itttt ;)’

‘stfu or i’ll tell tyler u loooove him’

‘I’ll delete your number and never talk to you again’

‘hehe >:)’

“i’ve been thinking about something.” alex spoke after a few seconds of silence. “yeah?” “do you wanna just have dinner here? i can order some food and we can chill here. you must be exhausted from today.” “i mean, if you’re offering, sure. i don’t wanna overstay my welcome, though.” “not a problem, you’re really fun to hang out with. i feel like we get along really well.” alex smiled, resting his hand on mercy’s shoulder. “thanks, you’re really fun to hang out with, too. you’re one of the only people i’ve met that don’t make me feel intimidated.” “god, you two, get a room.” katelyn gagged as mercy blushed, laughing. alex laughed along with mercy. “oh tyler, you’re so cute, tyler, i wanna marry you!” mercy made fake kissing noises at katelyn. “mercy-kay!!” katelyn blushed, alex laughing at the sibling banter. “you two are hilarious. katelyn, we’re gonna stay here and order food, are you in the mood for mexican food?” “hell yeah!” “ooh, can we order from que onda? they have these really good vegan tacos.” mercy held up her fists and shook them a little. “fine by me.” “same here.” “awesome. i’ll write down the order and call it in.” “oh, merc, no, it’s my treat again.” alex smirked, pulling out his phone and writing down the order.

once they ordered their food, the three drivers sat in front of the tv with some drinks and watched whatever was on tv. mercy was next to alex on the couch, katelyn was on the chair next to the couch. “thanks for letting us stay over for dinner, alex. i know i appreciate it.” mercy smiled, pulling her phone out and seeing a text from laurie.

‘what’re you up to? austin and i are hanging out at his place.’

“not a problem, i enjoy the company!” alex smiled, taking a swig of his beer. mercy texted laurie back.

‘hanging with katelyn at alex’s place. he invited us to dinner! :D’

‘oooh you’re close now ;)’

‘nope. not happening.’

‘mercy, my bestie, you gotta get together! ur too cute together, a power couple!!’

‘nooo it’s not happening! he’s too good for me :(‘

“the food’s here!” katelyn cheered, heading to the door to pick it up. she thanked the driver as they drove off, placing the bag on the island. alex helped katelyn with the food as mercy finished up her draft for a tweet. “would y’all mind if i posted a pic of the three of us to twitter?” “not a problem at all.” alex nodded, handing mercy her tacos. he received a thank you from the 20 year old. “same here, it’s totally fine by me.” katelyn smiled. the three sat down at the table and started to eat their food. mercy opened up the camera app and sat right next to alex, who put his arm around her shoulders, and his other arm around katelyn’s shoulders. they all smiled for the picture, then making funny faces for another picture. “thanks for getting pictures with me. i wanna get a couple more before we leave.” mercy smiled as katelyn groaned. “you know i hate getting my picture taken, sis!” “deal with it, rascal.” mercy smirked, sticking her tongue out.

after they finished their dinner, katelyn took mercy’s phone and had her sister and alex stand outside. “alright, here we go!” alex wrapped his arm around mercy’s shoulders and mercy placed her hand on alex’s back. “i got a couple. my turn!” katelyn handed mercy her phone back. the oldest mason sister grabbed katelyn’s phone and took a couple pictures of her sister and teammate. “got a few. alex, can you please get pictures of katelyn and i?” “of course, who’s phone?” “mine, katelyn won’t send those pictures until i’m on my deathbed.” mercy cackled. “that’s not true! it only took me six months to send you that picture of you and that standee of mikey way!” katelyn grumbled. “i had that as my lockscreen for weeks. it was nice to look at his face for that amount of time.” mercy handed alex her phone and stood next to her sister. katelyn stood awkwardly next to mercy, while mercy rested her arm on her sister’s head. “you’re mean and you stink.” mercy gasped, putting her arm down hugging her sister. she had a big smile on her face, while katelyn laughed. alex laughed while taking the picture. “i got a few for ya. hope they’re not shitty.” “oh, buddy, if they’re anything like katelyn’s pics, you’re doomed.” “shut up, meanie.” katelyn pouted, making the older drivers laugh. “jeez, it’s getting late! it’s almost ten. i’ll text mom and let her know we’re headed home as soon as possible.” “damn, it’s that time already?” alex looked at his phone. “wow, today was fun, girls.” “yeah, it was!” katelyn beamed. “i agree, it was good to hang out with you, future shop-mate.” mercy giggled, lightly elbowing alex in the arm.

mercy drove alex back to the mason household, since he left his car at their house. he walked the sisters to the door. “hey, thanks for today, katelyn. you’re a fun gal.” “thanks, alex. you too, you’re fun. thanks for dinner, too! see you soon!” “not a problem at all. see ya, goodnight!” alex hugged katelyn, then waving as she went up to her room. “alright, thanks for tonight, alex. thanks for the taco bell and dinner. i appreciate it. i owe you, too.” katelyn watched out her window at mercy and alex on the walkway by alex’s car. “no, no, you don’t owe me. it was my treat.” “mmm-mmm. you’re not getting away with that, bowman.” the pair laughed, as they hugged each other. katelyn snapped a picture of them and sent it to mercy. “i’ll see you soon. hopefully at the track this week?” “yeah, definitely. stay safe.” mercy smiled, patting alex’s arm. “see ya, mason.” “see ya, bowman.”

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babysappho · 4 years

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#bopedit #harleyquinnedit #birds of prey #harley quinn #helena bertinelli #dinah lance #renee montoya #cassandra cain #things i made #rebirth roller derby harley spoiled me too much and now her team in bop makes me so sad whoops #also you know you are getting old when you gasp at drinks being throw on the ground

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obsidiancreates · 3 years

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Born This Way (Because Of Negligence Towards Basic Scientific Safety)

(IDK how far apart the Fenton kids are in age, so Jazz is an Undetermined Age Where She's A Toddler But Also Very Verbal. Maybe it's the Genius Genes letting her learn faster. Let's go with that.)

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Maddie coughs, spitting out another glob of ectoplasm. "Well, at least know it's not an issues with the cooling system."

Jack sneezes out the ectoplasm stuck in his nose, and then grins and stands triumphantly. "Still a step towards success!"

Jazz frowns from where she's playing with her doll, safe within a Fenton Anti-Ghost Toddler Chamber. "Mommy, you should cover your mouth." She points at her own mouth. "Mr. Wummy on TV says dat getting weird stuff in your mouth is bad."

"Mr. Wummy is a cartoon, dear. We're seasoned scientists, we know what we're doing." She wipes herself off, and sits down. "If there were any side-effects to accidental ecoplasmic consumption, we'd know."

"But what if Danny doesn't like it?" Jazz point at her mother's belly.

Maddie pats her belly. "The baby is still just a fetus, sweetie. It can't tell what it does and doesn't like yet. And why are you so sure it'll be a boy?"

"Because I'm your baby girl. So now you need a baby boy!"

Maddie tilts her head and smiles lovingly at her daughter. "Oh, you're adorable." Nothing cuter than Child Logic.

Maddie stands back up, and puts her hands on the workbench. "Now, let's see about that firing mechanism..."

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Maddie brushes her teeth, sighing when her toothbrush comes away glowing green. "We really messed up a lot of experiments today. I think I swallowed a whole ghost's worth."

Jack spits a similarly colored mouthful of toothpaste foam out. "At least it doesn't taste as bad as it smells."

Maddie puts her hands on her belly, the bump now quite obvious. "II hope we're right about it not having side effects."

Jack's expression softens. He gently pulls his wife into a comforting hug. "The doctors all say he's as healthy as can be, Mads. You don't need to worry."

"I still worry anyway, though."

"Of course you do. You're his mom! But we'll worry together, and if you ever need me to, I'll do the worrying for us both! While you relax and give him more tips on how to avoid ghosts once he learns to walk."

Maddie giggles, and sighs. It'll all be fine... nothing to worry about.

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Jazz has her arms crossed, a teddy bear hanging from one hand. "Five times!"

"Yes, and did we mention we're so proud that you can count so we-"

"Five times!" She shouts again, waving her little sticky toddler hand at them. "I saw you eat the bad green stuff five times!"

"We didn't eat it," Maddie says patiently, "It got into our mouths by accident."

"You swallowed it!"

"Only a tiny bit, only on accident, dear."

Jazz puts her hand on her mom's belly. "Danny is gonna be here soon and he's gonna be mad!"

"He won't even know it happened, sweetheart."

"Yes he will! He'll be the smartest ever, just like me and like you and like daddy! And he'll be so upset and never stop crying!"

"Babies do that anyway, sweetie." Maddie rubs her belly. It's true, Danny is due any day now. And yes... there's been some extra Ectoplasm Incidents lately. Maddie just can't stay awake sometimes, and... well. That's not exactly good when working on ghost hunting machines.

"Your baby brother will be perfectly fine," Maddie assures. "He's a healthy baby boy, and he'll be just as healthy when you meet him."

Jazz lights up at the mention of meeting him. She can't wait!

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Jazz bounces excitedly in her dad's arms. She gets to meet her baby brother! Finally! She's going to read him bedtime stories, and protect him from closet monsters, and show him how to throw a tea party!

Jack chuckles. "Calm down, sweetie, you don't get to play with him quite yet! He's still very fragile."

"But he's okay?"

"Yes, he and Mommy are both okay. Better than okay."

Jack knocks on the hospital room door, and they enter.

Maddie is holding Danny, and it looks like she fell asleep. Jazz gasps, even though all she can see so far is the blanket bundle.

"He's tiny!"

"Very." Again. Ah well. Jack had always hoped one of his kids would groww up to be taller than him, but maybe it'll have to be a grandkid.

He walks over, and smiles at his sleeping wife. "Okay, let's be quiet," he whispers. "We don't want to wake mommy."

Jazz nods seriously.

Jack sets her on the bed, and Jazz carefully crawls closer to Danny. She moves the blanket to get a good look at his face, grinning widly-!

She frowns. "Where is he?"

"What?!" Jack hurriedly picks up the bundle, making Maddie startle awake. "Holy-"

"Jack? Honey? What is it?!" Maddie's tone becomes increasingly panicked.

Jack, looking a bit pale, hands the bundle back to her. She gasps.

It's empty, and freezing!

"Where- where is-"

And then suddenly. He's there.

Fast asleep, wrapped up snug and tight. His little face still red from being brand-new to the world, his tiny tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he snoozes.

He disappears again.

Maddie thinks she's about to pass out.

Finally, Jazz breaks the horrified silence. "I told you to cover your mouths!"

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Danny sleeps all the way home, and all the way up to his room. Jazz is waiting by the bassinet, and peeks in as soon as he's placed down. She frowns. "Mommy, his hair is white. He's not old."

Maddie sighs. "No, he's not. Apparently it just... does that, sometimes."

Danny yawns, and opens his little eyes. Jazz's own eyes widen as well. "He's glowing!"

"Yes... that happens too."

Danny screws up his face, and starts crying. Maddie picks him up and rocks him. "Poor baby... he's so cold."

"Why?" Jazz tilts her head.

Maddie sighs. "Well... your father and I... we think he's half-ghost."

"How?"

"... Probably... the ectoplasm," Shame burns in Maddie's veins.

Jazz, wide-eyed, reaches to to try and touch Danny. "Is he dead?" She doesn't sound sad, because it looks to her like even if he is dead, he's still alive.

"No!" Maddie shuts the idea right down. "He is a very healthy, living boy! But he's... different."

"Are you gonna trap him?"

"Wh- Jasmine, why would you ask that!"

"He's a ghost."

"No! No, we never treat him like any other ghost. And he's only partly ghost, so it barely counts. Now, Mommy has to feed him so he can go back to sleep. How about you go pick a movie for tonight?"

Jazz nods. She takes that job very seriously. There's a science to picking movies.

She heads off, and Maddie looks at Danny's sniffling little face. His eyes are back too baby blue, but his hair isn't quite black yet.

At least he's still visible.

At least the side effects seem mild.

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It's about 6 am when Jack bolts up too use the bathroom. On his way back, he decides to check on the kids.

Jazz is asleep, cuddling a stuffed animal. Jack smiles.

Danny is also asleep, wrapped up in a cute little onesie and floating above the bassinet FLOATING ABOVE THE BASSINET?!?!

Jack runs over and grabs Danny from the air, pulling out a Fenton Ghost-Whapping Baton!

And then he looks at Danny, who's whining, and sees sleepy glowing green eyes looking at him.

"Oh. Um, sorry, son." He puts away the baton. "I thought a ghost was stealing you."

Danny yawns. Jack sees a cold breath puff out of his son's mouth, despite the room being temperature-controlled to keep him toasty during the nights.

Jack puts Danny back into the bassinet. He leaves, and comes back a little bit later with some equipment.

He sets up a rudimentary ghost-shield to keep Danny from floating away during the night, but won't trap him. He can still float a little, if need be.

"The scariest ghost we've faced yet," Jack mumbles. He kisses Danny's forehead, and sits there until Danny falls asleep. By then, Danny is human again.

Jack leaves, and in the morning he and Maddie begin working on some upgrades for Danny's room.

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Danny babbles happily as Jazz plays peek-a-boo with him.

"Boo!"

Laughter.

"Boo!"

More laughter!

"A-boo! A-boo!" Jazz can't stop grinning. She's a great older sister! Look at her go!

She takes Danny's hands, and moves them over his face. "Now, where's Danny? ... Here he is! Oh."

Danny isn't there. But his clothes are, and something's inside of them. And Jazz is still holding two chubby baby arms, even if they're cold and invisible.

Jazz stares for a second, and then speaks. "... Peek-a-boo?"

Danny reappears, and squeals with laughter!

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Maddie sits down to give Danny his bottle. She's brought him out shopping with her so she can grab some replacement parts that fried in their latest invention, the Fenton Ecto-Extractor!

Jazz had thrown a fit when she'd heard the name, and it startled Jack so bad he'd turned it on too early and it completely collapsed on itself! It took half an hour to convince Jazz that they weren't trying to use it to make Danny normal, just using it for themselves now that they know it can cause... strange things, to happen.

Danny drinks the bottle with no issue, and burps as soon as she starts his back. Really, he's a pretty easy baby. Except for the ghost part.

Maddie is getting him back in the stroller when Danny's face screws up. She watches a cold, visible breath leave his mouth, and then he starts to scream. Sobbing, wailing baby screams, attracting the concerned and/or annoyed attention of most people around them.

"He's just tired," she assures loudly. His breath is still puff out in cold clouds, even though it's perfectly warm in the mall.

Maddie quickly picks him back up and hugs him, bouching and singing to try and calm him down.

Danny starts to quiet down. She puts him back in the stroller, but as soon as she does (as soon as he looks behind her with those bright, bright green eyes) he starts crying again.

She sighs and picks him up, hurrying back to the car. She'll just come back for the parts later. Clearly, something is upsetting him.

Something that she just can't see.

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Jazz leans away from Danny, grinning. "There!"

Danny is propped up on her bed. Maddie and Jack needed to quickly decontaminate themselves, and so Jazz had to watch Danny for just a minute.

And in that minute, she's does some redesigning.

Danny's fluffy white hair has a little bow in it, and she's put some of her kiddie makeup on him.

Danny disappears for a second, and the bow falls. When he reappears, it's not on his head anymore. He looks at Jazz blankly.

Jazz crosses her arms. "No fair! I was making you pretty!"

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Maddie stumbles into Danny's room. She flicks on the light, and turns off the Fenton Ghost-Shielding Hanging Mobile. She reaches in and pulls the crying Danny out of the bassinet, shushing and rocking him.

Danny's eyes are bright green again, and Maddie can see his breath. "Oh, you always get so worked up when this happens," she says softly. "Is the cold upsetting you?"

Danny doesn't answer, just cries more.

Maddie takes him to her and Jack's room, and lays down with him on her chest. Jack rolls over in his sleep and puts his arms around her, cradling both of them.

Danny falls back asleep soon, and Maddie sighs. She can still see his breath, but at least he's calm now.

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Jazz holds up her drawing, and shakes her head. She goes back to scribbling, and moves closer to Danny. "This is black," she says to him, pointing at the crayon she's using. She picks up another color. "And this one is red."

Danny stares as Jazz keeps scribbling. Jazz assumes that means he's learning.

"I'm going to let Mom and Dad know I saw this in my closet," she says seriously. "I think people know you're special and want to steal you!"

Danny blows a spit bubble by accident, and laughs when it pops.

Jazz's eyes hold more determination than ever. She scribbles with the fury of a million warriors. "You're very valuable." She learned that word yesterday. "So you need lots of protecting."

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"Do you think this will make her feel better?" Maddie asks as she closes the panel.

Jack lifts his soldering mask and nods. "If one thing can make a person feel safe, it's fifty anti-ghost devices hidden in their walls!"

"I just worry about that doodle. What if something really got in?"

"Mads, you personally handcrafted every single sensor put up in the kids's rooms! If a ghost had gotten in, we'd know! To get past then they'd need deep knowledge of exactly how our deigns work and how they detect ghost energy, and no ghost has that!"

"You're right, you're right. Still, I hate to think she might be having nightmares about something like that. It looked like it had devil horns."

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"Peek-a-boo!" Jazz grins at Danny. "Peek-a-boo!"

It never gets old for him! No matter how many times they play, Danny loves it!

"Peek... a-boo!" Jazz does little jazz-hands.

Danny disappears, and Jazz grins. "Where's Danny? Where'd he go?"

Danny reappears, and-

"B-b-boo!"

Jack and Maddie dart into the room! Maddie swoops Danny up, eyes wide!

Danny giggles, and says it again. "Boo!"

Maddie and Jackie both tear up. In unison they shout, "HIS FIRST WORD!"

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Danny gnaws on the toy with his little baby gums.

"I can't believe it. Already teething," Maddie sighs, holding him. "Seems like only yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital."

Jack wipes his eyes. "He's growing into a young man already."

"Oh, Jack, stop it, he's not nearly a young man."

"But he will be before we know it!"

Maddie pats her husband on the back comfortingly as he begins to blubber.

Maddie closes her eyes, thinking about those early months with Danny, figuring out how to prepare for his floating and invisibility, learning to not panic when his eyes and hair changed color, learning that sometimes when they do his clothes change color as well...

She's startled out of her thought by something warm and wet on her lap.

She looks down to see the teething toy on her thigh... and a whole lot of nothing where Danny's head should be.

Then it' back when she blinks, and he's beginning to whine for his toy.

She quickly picks him up off her laps and retrieves it, giving it back to him.

So... the ghost abilities are still developing, then. She'll have to let Jack know about this later.

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"Daniel Fenton," Jack says, the most serious Jazz has ever seen him, "You're in big trouble this time, mister. I don't know how you did this-"

Jack shakes the empty tube of baby snacks, safe for teething babies.

"But I will get to the bottom of it!"

"Look like he already did," Maddie jokes, setting Jazz's breakfast down for her.

Jazz laughs, because it sounds like a Smart Adult Joke and she thinks those are funny, even when she doesn't understand them.

Danny babbles, smacking his chair's food tray.

"Oh no you don't, mister! You're getting regular baby food this morning and that's all!" Jack grabs the jar of food, and holds up the spoon. "Now, here comes the Fenton Ghost-Tracking Copter!"

He puts the spoon up to Danny's mouth-

-and right through his head.

He gasps and pulls back, and Danny's head reappears. He babbles, smacking the tray again.

Maddie drops her fork. "I can't believe I forgot! That's what I was going to tell you about!"

Jazz looks at her parents. "You didn't know he does this?"

They both gawk at her. "You did?!"

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Danny reaches up and grabs Jazz's nose. Jazz wrinkles it, and he laughs.

Jazz sticks out her tongue and crosses her eyes, and Danny laughs even harder!

Jazz looks at her parents as they finish setting up the picnic blanket. "I'm the funniest big sister ever!"

"You sure are, sweetie!" Maddie scoops Jazz up and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "You get it from me."

Jack laughs. "It's true! Your mother could get the whole Ghost Hunting Club laughing out HAZMAT suits off all day long back in the day! ... 'Course it was just the three of us, but still, three's a crowd!"

"May as well have been doing stand-up," Maddie says, setting Jazz down on the blanket.

They enjoy the little outing, the sun shining but not beating down, the cool breeze just enough to crispen the air but not freeze.

And then Jazz looks at Danny. She sees glowing eyes, and a puff of breath come out of his mouth. "Uh-oh. Mommy! He's gonna cry!"

Maddie picks Danny up right as he starts to wail. She hugs him, and is shocked. He doesn't feel cold this time!

Is he just cold inside?

Or is there some other problem?

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Jack rubs his ears. "That child wails like a Banshee!"

"He could very well be doing exactly that," Maddie points out. "We still don't know what other abilities he'll develop as he ages!"

"Or how well he'll be able to control them. ... Mads... should we homeschool him?"

"It's a little early to worry about that, Jack."

"I know that tone, you're worrying about it too."

"... We can't just keep him isolated from the rest of the world, Jack. It'll be unhealthy for him. And what if it makes him lean into his ghost side too much?"

"So you think we should let him go to school."

"Yes. ... But not pre-school. We'll teach him to not use his abilities around other kids, and then send him to Kindergarten."

"... Alright, Mads. If you think that's what's best, then that's what's best!"

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"Come on, that's it! Yes, yes, WHOO!" Maddie picks Danny up as soon as he walks over. "Who's a strong little Fenton? Who's the best little boy at walking in the whole wide world?"

"Danny!" Jazz cheers from the couch.

"Danny!" Maddie and Jack both cheer at once.

Danny laughs and squeals, kicking his legs and flapping his arms. His first proper Walk! Not just a step or two and then crawling, that was real walking!

Jack takes Danny, holding him aloft. "You're a real butt-kicker in the making, son! You'll be as strong as your old man someda-"

Jack feels something bump him, hard.

He shouts as he goes down! Danny going with him!

But as Jack meets the floor, he feels Danny's weight disappear from his hands!

He lands with an "oof", and looks up to see Danny floating above him, surrounded by a faint white aura. Danny looks down and babbles, sucking his thumb. Then... he moves.

He's only ever floated in place before. But as he looks down at his dad, he kicks his little legs and moves! Moving right across the room!

And then he looks behind his dad, and his breath comes out in puffs. He starts crying and wailing hysterically.

Jazz peers at where Danny is looking. "Mommy, hit the air with the stick!"

Maddie gently grabs Danny. "Why, sweetie?"

"Danny is scared! So we have to protect him!"

Maddie grabs her Fenton Baton, and gives the area Danny was looking at a good thwack. She expects it to go right through the empty air.

Instead there's a loud zap! There's a cry of pain! And then a semi-transparent form zooming out of their house!

Maddie's jaw drops. Jack scrambles to his feet and grabs every ghost weapon in radius, forming a protective circle around the family with them!

Maddie looks at Danny, who's now calm.

And his breath isn't visible.

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"We're just seeing if my hypothesis is right," Maddie assures.

Jazz sobs, clinging onto her leg. "NOOOO! HE'LL GET HURT! OR STOLED!"

"Stolen, sweetie. And Mommy and Daddy would never let that happen."

Jazz scream-sobs again.

"What if we can promise you the ghost will be in a big, big box?"

Jazz looks at her mom with watery eyes. "Like around Danny's crib?"

"Yes, like that."

"But-but he's so little."

"It'll just be a second, sweetheart."

Jazz sniffles again. "... Can I hold the stick?"

Maddie smiles softly. "Yes, sweetie, you can hold the stick."

A couple hours later, Jack and Maddie return home with a ghost in a box. It's yelling something, but the box is soundproof.

Jack sets the box down, and goes to grab Danny. He comes back, and holds Danny firmly while walking towards the ghost. Danny's eyes are covered by a too-big hood on his little shirt. He can't see, or hear, that there's a ghost nearby.

Danny's breath comes out a visible puff about two feet away from the ghost, and he starts crying. Jack steps back a ways, and Danny's breaths become normal again. He settles down.

Jack walks closer. Puff of breath, and crying.

Jack steps back. Normal breath, calm Danny.

"He can sense ghost's," Maddie says, looking in awe at her baby boy. Her face breaks into a grin. "He's his own portable ghost detector! He'll never be caught unawares, he'll be able to always defend himself!"

She runs up to Jack and hugs them both, kissing Danny's little forehead. Danny babbles.

"He'll never be caught unawares," Maddie says again in relief. "Oh, this makes me feel so much better."

"Mommy? ... Does that mean we're haunted all the time?"

Maddie's relief hardens and breaks in her chest.

All those times Danny's Ghost Sense has gone off inside! All those times!

She pulls away. "Jack, we're upping our security!"

Jack nods. "Time for FentonWorks 2.0!"

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Danny giggles as his dad chases him around the house. He phases through doors and turns invisible in hiding places, always giving himself away with laughter.

Jack grabs Danny just before he phases through the next door. “Gotcha!”

Danny laughs, happy little kid squeals that you can hear through the whole house. Jack puts Danny on his shoulders and heads into the kitchen. “He’s getting pretty good at running! Say, whatcha making, Mads?”

“Meatloaf. Would you mind helping?”

Jack sets Danny down at the table and helps Maddie make dinner, while Danny eyes something on the counter.

“Cookie.”

Maddie looks over. Danny is staring at the cookie jar. “No sweetie, no cookies yet.”

“Cookie!”

“Not yet.”

Danny starts to cry. “Cookie!”

Maddie walks over, and gives Danny his binkie. Danny refuses it af first, but once he has it he calms down fast.

He looks at the cookie jar still, though.

And, slowly, he lifts out of his chair. He kicks his little legs, pushing himself forward. He plops down on the counter, and reaches into the jar with an intangible hand.

He pulls out not one, but two cookies!

He gets so excited that he starts waving his arms, making happy noises.

Jack looks over. “What? Maddie, he’s gotten into the cookie jar!”

“I’ve got it!” Maddie walks over and scoops Danny up in his old Anti-Ghost-Phasing Blanket. Soft, warm, and totally ghost-proof.

Danny whines. “Cookie!”

“I said not yet, honey.” Maddie grabs the cookies and puts them on the counter. She safety pins the blanket around Danny like a little cape, except it takes away his powers.

Danny sits in his chair, throwing a fit! But to no avail. Eventually he just sits there, tear-faced and angry.

And then Jazz walks in. She looks over at the cookies, and then at Danny.

She walks over and snatches them off the counter as quick as she can! She casually walks over to the table, and hands them to Danny.

Danny brightens up. He shoves one cookie in his mouth, and gives the other back to Jazz. His original intention.

Jazz smiles, and scarfs the cookie down just before Maddie turns around.

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“Why?” Danny looks at his mom with wide, innocent eyes.

Maddie’s heart aches. “People might get scared.”

Danny frowns. “Scawy?”

“No, no, you aren’t scary. But the... idea of ghosts, for a lot of people, can be scary.”

Danny thinks, and then walks over to the fridge. “Scawy.”

Maddie looks at the drawing Danny is pointing at. It’s Jazz’s drawing of The Ghost.

The one that’s been haunting them for months.

Black horns, it looks like. Red eyes. Deathly blue skin. It makes Maddie shiver, knowing it had direct access to her children for so long.

Danny starts to cry. “I scawy!”

Maddie scoops him up. “No, no sweetie! You are nothing like that monster, nothing like it at all! And you never will be, I promise!” Maddie hugs him tightly. “Oh, my poor baby... how about we take a break? Do you want to help Jazz paint something?”

Danny sniffles, and nods. They head upstairs, leaving the talk for another day.

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“Kindergarten, Jack,” Maddie says, packing the little lunch box. “He’s already in Kindergarten!”

Jack is already openly sobbing as he makes Jazz a sandwich.

“Do you think he understands what he needs to do?” Maddie asks no-one in particular, just worrying.

“He understands perfectly!”

Maddie jumps a little, and turns around to see Jazz smiling proudly. Danny stands right next to her, a shyer smile on his face. Maddie tears up at the sight of him with his little backpack and school outfit on.

Jazz looks at Danny. “Go ahead! Show them what we practiced!”

Danny puffs out his chest to look strong. “I won’t go through anything, turn invi-invisi- um, turn not-seeing-me, I won’t fly, and, um... and if I feel another ghost, I’ll use this!” He pulls his little Fenton Emergency Pager out of his pocket.

Maddie wipes her eyes. “Perfect, honey,” she says, letting the pride seep into her voice. “Oh, my baby boy! Growing up so fast!” She picks him up and kisses his face. Danny wraps his arms around her neck.

“Do I have to go, mommy? They’ll think I’m scary.”

“Oh, honey. You aren’t scary, I promise.”

“... What if I need to be scary?”

“Mommy will come be scary for you.”

“She very good at it,” Jack chimes in, shivering a little as he remembers the time a ghost attacked while Maddie was buying Danny’s first pair of little shoes. By the time it was over, Jack almost pitied the thing.

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Maddie gives Danny one last hug. “Remember, calls u anytime you need us, okay?”

He nods. “I love you, Mommy. I love you, Daddy. I love you, Jazz.”

“You’re just going to school, not saying bye forever.” Even as Jazz says it, her lip wobbles and her voice cracks.

Danny floats up to the car window give her a hug, before being quickly held up by Maddie to cover the power use.

“That’s the only time today you’ll do that,” she reminds him.

Danny nods.

Eventually... the goodbyes are done being dragged out. Danny’s family drives away as the teacher leads him inside.

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Danny sits on a swing by himself, not sure what to do.

Usually at home he plays using his powers. He doesn’t know how to be good at tag without making it so people can’t touch him, or how to play hide-and-seek without turning invisible.

He kicks the sand. This is stupid. He misses Jazz. He can play with her.

“Hi.”

Danny looks up. Another young boy is standing in front of him, holding some kind of electronic. The boy holds out his hand. “I’m Tucker.”

Danny shakes his hand, focusing very hard on keeping it a real hand. “I’m Danny.”

Tucker shows him the electronic. “Want to play my game?"

Danny looks at it. It’s a coloring game. He nods.

They pass it back and forth between each other for a while, both coloring in different parts of the same picture.

Eventually it’s time to back in. Danny and Tucker ask if they can sit closer together.

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“So, how was it?” Maddie asks, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she picks Danny up. “Have fun?”

“I made a friend!” Danny yells! “His name is Tucker and he’s really nice!”

Maddie relaxes. “Oh? How did you meet?”

“He let me play his coloring game!”

“That’s wonderful!”

“We made a tower out of blocks and it was the strongest ever! And I never used my powers!”

“I’m so proud of you, sweetie!”

Maybe Maddie can stop worrying now. ... Probably not.

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“What if we gave it big scary horns?” Danny says as he doodled something in crayon. “Like the thing that watches my window.”

Tucker looks at him with wide eyes. “A monster watches you?”

“My parents don’t let it touch me. They hunt ghosts.”

“Oh. Do you hunt ghosts?”

Danny shakes his head. “I’m too little.”

“Oh. Me too.”

“You should give it bat wings.”

They both look up. The quiet girl who usually sits in the back is standing in front of them, her hair pulled back in a tight black braid and her clothes perfectly pressed.

Danny looks at the drawing, and nods. He adds the wings. “We’re drawing the monster from that story we heard today.”

The girl sits down. “I bet it had claws. And could breathe black fire!”

Danny adds them on. “You’re really smart!”

The girl nods. “I am.”

“I’m Danny.”

“I’m Tucker!”

The girl grins. “I’m Samatha.”

“Wow... that’s a long name,” Danny says, eyes wide. “My sister has a long name too. Do all girls have long names?”

Samantha thinks. “I dunno. I haven’t met all girls.”

“Oh. We don’t know all boys, either.”

They spend the rest of free time coloring. Once it’s over, Samantha moves to sit with them.

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“So, how was today, sweetie?”

“I made another friend! She’s really good, and her parents make her have long hair but she wants it short, and we made this with her!” He shows Maddie the drawing.

Maddie grimaces a little, but turns it into a smile. “It’s lovely, dear. Looks... a little like Jazz’s picture.”

Danny nods.”The monster in the story lived in the window. So does this ghost.”

“... What?”

“He lives by my window. But he can’t come inside, so I make faces at him and make him mad.”

Maddie speeds up a little. “Danny, we’re going to be altering your windows when we get home. Okay?”

“Okay.”

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Danny leads Sam and Tucker to his room with his tiny arms full of snacks. He brings them inside, and proudly stands in the middle. “This is my room!”

"Cool!” Tucker exclaims. “Whoa, you have a computer?”

Danny shakes his head. “That’s to keep ghosts out. Ghosts hate us.”

“You’ve seen some?” Samantha asks, eyes wide.

Danny grins. “So many!”

“Can we see some?”

“Sure, I can even-”

They hear a gasp in the doorway. Turning to look, they see Jazz. “Danny, you didn’t let me meet your friends!”

Danny looks horrified. “Oh no!” He runs over and pulls Jazz into the room. “This is my big sister Jazz! She’s the coolest big sister!”

“I’m Tucker!”

“I’m Sam!”

Jazz grins. “Guess what I learned yesterday?” She points out of the room. “How to use the remote!”

The trio of toddler’s eyes sparkle. They cheer for Jazz as all of them descend, ready to Take Control Of The TV!

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“-and this is The Box Ghost,” Danny says, showing his friends the doodle him and Jazz made at home. “He’s silly. He wants to be scary, but he isn’t.”

Tucker and Samantha nods like it the most important thing they’ll ever learn.

Danny pulls out the next drawing. “This is Scary, the ghost from my window.” It’s a new drawing, a little more detailed thanks to Jazz being better at drawing now. And Danny having seen the face so, so many times. “I don’t see him anymore. Mom and Dad kicked him out of the window.”

“He’s ugly,” Samantha says, wrinkling her nose.

“He looks stinky,” Tucker agrees.

Danny looks over at the window. “Shhhh! He’s here!”

Tucker and Samantha look at the window. They see nothing.

They look back at Danny. They see little puffs coming out of his mouth, and his eyes are the wrong color.

Danny pulls his pager out. “It’s okay. Mommy will come scare him away.”

“We can’t see him,” Samantha says.

Danny nods. “He’s hard to see.”

“Do you have to have glowy eyes like yours?” Tucker asks. “I have to have glasses. Are your eyes like Ghost Glasses?”

Danny thinks, and then nods. “I guess so. ... OH NO!” He covers his eyes. “You aren’t supposed to see that!”

“Why not?”

“Mommy said it’s a secret! You’ll think I’m scary!”

“But it’s not scary.”

Danny tilts his head, still covering his eyes. “It’s not?”

“No, it’s cool!”

He slowly uncovers his eyes. “... Do... you think this is scary?” He holds out his arm, and makes it invisible.

Tucker and Samantha gasp! Danny pulls his arm back, about to cry. They think he’s scary, they won’t be his friends anymore-

“That’s so cool,” Samantha says.

“I wanna do that!” Tucker exclaims.

Danny can’t believe it for a second. And then he grins. “I can do more stuff too! I’ll show you at my house!”

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Maddie paces the floor while Danny sits on the couch, his little face burning with shame.

Jazz sits next to him, arms crossed. Jack stands in front of him, Maddie pacing beside her husband.

“You told your friends?” Maddie asks again.

Danny nods, keeping his head low. “I didn’t mean to. I saw Scary, and my eyes turned green, and I can’t fix that.”

Maddie sighs. “I know, sweetie, but you showed them more after! We caught you flying them around your room! How can you even carry both of them at once?!”

“It’s easy when I’m a ghost,” he says, still keeping his head low. “Everything’s easy when I’m a ghost.”

Maddie stops pacing. “Oh, sweetie... I know it must be strange for you to suddenly have to hide it.”

Danny nods. He sniffles a little.

“It’s for your own safety, son,” Jack says. “You understand that, right? We just want you to be safe.”

“Other kids can be mean, Danny,” Jazz says. “I’m smart, and some kids are mean to me for that.”

“But Samantha and Tucker aren’t mean!”

“No, they aren’t,” Maddie concedes. “... I guess what’s done is done. Danny?” She kneels down in front of him and gently lifts his head up, wiping his tears away. “We aren’t mad. We’re worried. They’re your friends, but they also don’t understand this the way we do.”

“... Can you make them understand?”

Maddie nods. “We’ll absolutely have a talk with them. You can go get them from your room right now, even. But Danny? No-one else. Okay? These two kids are the only kids you will ever tell. Promise?”

Danny nods, still sniffling. “Promise.”

Maddie puts on her HAZMAT glove and holds out her pinkie. “Fenton promise?”

Danny links her pinkie with his, letting it go ghostly. “Fenton promise, Mommy.”

“Okay. You can send your friends down now.”

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Danny waits for his mom to come pick him up, Samantha and Tucker sitting next to him.

Samantha looks up suddenly. “I don’t like my name.”

Danny and Tucker look at her.

She stands up. “From now on, my name is... is Sam!”

Danny and Tucker clap, because they learned that’s the polite thing to do when someone has a dramatic moment like this. They learned it from watching the older kids do a play.

Sam sits back down. “I’m Sam,” she says happily. “Sam.”

“Sam is a good name,” Danny says.

“Easier to write,” Tucker says.

“Yeah.” Sam is very proud of her new name.

They wait a bit longer, and a long black car pulls up. Sam stands up, but her parents don’t step out.

A tall, white-haired man does, one none of them have ever met before. He smiles down at them. “Hello, Danny. Hello, Danny’s friends.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m a friend of Danny’s parents,” he says, giving a slight bow (or maybe just bending over to hear them better since they’re so much shorter than him).

“I don’t know you,” Danny says, accusatory. “Mrs. Emma told us about people like you!”

The Man shakes his head. “I’m not a stranger, I promise. Your parents and I are very close.”

“I don’t know you,” Danny says again. He steps between The Man and his friends. “I’m gonna tell Mrs. Emma on you.”

“Danny, really, your mother called and asked me to pick you up.”

“You liar! She always picks me up!”

“She’s fighting a ghost right now.”

“She leaves fights to come get me!”

The Man sighs. He grabs Danny’s arm. “Stubborn like your parents. Come on, I promise you’ll be fine.”

“NO!” Danny yanks his arm, trying to get away. “LET GO OF ME!”

“Stop making a scene!”

“LET GO! YOU-”

Danny gaps, a puff of breath coming out and his eyes turning green.

“S-Scary,” he whimpers. “SCARY! MOMMY! MOMMMYYYY! SCARY HAS ME!!! HELP!!!”

Danny yanks again, Tucker and Sam finally running inside to get Mrs. Emma!

The Man scowls. “I’m trying to help you, little badger!”

“YOU’RE THE SCARY IN THE WINDOW!” Danny looks at him with bright eyes, tearful and afraid. “GET AWAY!!!”

Danny’s little hand glows green, and suddenly The Man is clutching his stomach instead of Danny’s arm. Danny runs inside, right into Mrs. Emma’s arms. He sobs to her as she frantically calls the police, trying to read the plate of the car speeding off into the distance.

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Maddie hands Jazz a Baton. “This is in case this ‘Scary’ come after you,” Maddie says, still shaking a bit. “Okay?”

Jazz nods.

“Danny, this is for you.” Maddie hands him a black-and-white suit. “This is to keep other ghosts from sensing you, okay? So wear it under your clothes.”

Danny nods, still crying.

Maddie looks at Sam and Tucker. Their parents were late picking them up, but with the attempted kidnapping it was decided that they’ll stay with The Fentons for a few hours until their parents could get them.

“You two get these.” She hands them Fenton Pagers, and Fenton Fun-Sized Ghost Stunners. “They can hurt people too, so only use them on ghosts. Or if someone tries to do... what you saw today, ever again.”

Sam and Tucker nod.

“And Danny? From now on, wait with Mrs. Emma until we come inside to get you.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“And when I get my hands on this ‘Scary’, I promise you’ll never have to worry about him again.”

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Danny looks around to see if anyone is watching. He, Tucker, and Sam are crouched under a desk in the classroom while everyone else is out at recess.

He holds out his hand to the stack of paper, and closes his eyes. For a second, nothing happens.

And then it glows green, and a small beam shoots from his hand! Tucker and Sam gasp!

“You’re like a superhero!” Tucker exclaims, standing up.

“A ghost superhero!” Sam says, standing up too. “You need a superhero name!”

Danny shoots up, smiling widely. “What should it be?”

They all think for a long, long time.

Sam perks up. “I know!”

She grabs a book from the corner. The book is a Halloween one, mostly for pictures with just a few words. She flips to a page, and points to it. “This word! It means Ghost!”

Danny and Tucker peer at it. “How do you say it?” Tucker asks.

Sam grins. “Phantom!”

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“Phantom?” Maddie says, looking at the doodle.

Jack nods. “Apparently Sam came up with it! Our boy wants to be a ghost hunter after all!”

“Superhero, this says.”

“Same thing!”

“Jack, what’re you making there?”

Jack holds up the suit, one of the prototype Anti-Ghost-Detection suits for Danny. “I got out my old needlepointing stuff and am making him a superhero costume! See, it’s a P!”

Maddie squints, trying to get a better look at the outline. “It looks like a D.”

Jack looks at it. “Hmm. I guess from some angles. But it’s a P! Or, DP! Danny Phantom!”

Maddie’s expression goes soft. “Awww! Okay, you keep making that, and I’ll hang this doodle on the fridge! But no actual ghost fighting until he’s at least fourteen, right?”

“Absolutely!”

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Danny steps into the school “Halloween Party” with his hands on his hips and a bright grin, looking like a mini-version of his dad behind him.

“Aww, and what are you dressed as, Danny?” Mrs. Emma asks.

“A superhero ghosthunter!” Danny says proudly. “My parents made this for me!”

“It’s great,” Mrs. Emma says genuinely. “Alright, go mingle! We’re going to make paper jack-o-lanterns later so now is the time to trade candies!”

Danny walks over to his friends, still striking the pose. Tucker, dressed as a robot made out of cardboard boxes, pouts in slight jealousy as Danny comes over. Sam, dressed as a vampire, grins. “P for Phantom!” she yells.

Danny runs over faster. “Yeah! My dad put the logo on!” He shows it off proudly. “I’m gonna be the best ghosthunter ever!”

“You can work from the inside!” Tucker says, getting over his jealousy thankfully quick. “Make them think you wanna haunt stuff too!”

“Yeah!” Danny strikes another pose. “But I’m actually going to catch them all, because I’m Danny Phantom!”

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Danny and Jazz are playing with dolls in the living room. “Pow! Take that!” Danny shouts, making his doll punch Jazz’s.

“Nooo!” Jazz cries out in a husky voice. “But how? I’m The Scary! Nothing can not fear me!”

“I don’t fear you!” Danny waves the hand of his doll, making laser noises. Jazz shakes her doll around, making dying noises. “I’m Danny Phantom, the strongest ghost boy ever!”

“Nooooo!”

Maddie chuckles, watching them. “That Scary better watch out for more than just us.”

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“Where are we going?” Danny asks again.

“It’s a surprise!” Jack says again, still as excited as when the road trip started.

Danny huffs, looking out the window again. “Why couldn’t Sam and Tucker come?”

“Because they’re spending Summer visiting their families,” Maddie says. “And so are we, sort of.”

“I though Auntie lived in Spittoon,” Jazz says.

“She does! This is different.”

After hours (years in the minds of the kids), they pull up to a mansion. All fo the boredom washes away instantly, Jazz and Danny cramming into the window to see it!

“Are we rich?” Jazz demands to know.

“We’re well-off, but not quite. Welcome to your honorary Uncle Vlad’s house!” Maddie cheers.

“Vlad was out best friend in college!” Jack says, grinning. “He got back in contact with us a few years ago and we’ve been thick as thieves since! He asked us too come over this weekend, and we thought we’d surprise him and let him meet your two at the same time!”

Danny and Jazz cheer! THEY GET TO STAY IN A MANSION!

The family piles out of the car, and stand in front of the door! Maddie and Jack make sure Jazz and Danny look extra nice, and ring the doorbell!

It takes a long minute, so they ring it again!

Finally, a man opens it up! “Oh, Maddie, Jack, I’m so sorry I didn’t hear-”

Danny shrieks. His eyes are glowing bright as they can, his breaths giant puffs! He holds up his hand and send a little beam right into Vlad’s side!

Vlad falls back with an “Oof!”

“Danny!” Maddie scoops him up. “What on earth has gotten into you? Oh, Danny!”

Danny is sobbing pointing at Vlad. “It-it’s him! The-The Scary! He-he tried to take me!”

Maddie and Jack freeze. Slowly, they both look at Vlad. Jazz pulls out her Baton.

“Vlad?” Maddie says coldly.

“Didn’t I only invite you two?” Vlad wheezes.

Jack points a ghost detector at Vlad. It goes off.

“Now, now, I can explai- AGCK!”

Jazz starts happening him with the Baton before he can finish his sentence. Maddie hands Danny to Jack. “Sweetie, close the door and take Danny back to the truck. I need to have a word with Vlad.”

Jack does as told, holding Danny in his lap and soothing him.

“He-he tried to take me,” Danny sobs again.

“Don’t worry, son.” Jack hugs him tightly. “No-one’s ever going to be able to do that. We’ll always keep you safe. We promise.”

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“And what do we always wear while testing new devices?” Maddie asks, handing Danny a Fenton Ghost-Zapper that would use Danny’s own ghost energy to work.

Danny grins, and puts it on. “Face mask!”

“Because?”

“Because lab safety is very important!”

Maddie grins. “That’s right! And who do we thank for reminding us of that every time we’re in the lab?”

Danny points. “Jazz! Thank you, Jazz!”

Jazz grins proudly.

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