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keenvictory · 2 months

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"Minor possessive talk, mostly he's just a clingy loser" on the Cove drabble got me so good -- could you maybe do something similar for Derek and Baxter?!

Crazy about your writing, tysm for sharing!!!!

Synopsis: Baxter's life is perfectly, aesthetically crafted. Until it isn't. NSFW drabble.

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Baxter Ward x Gn!Reader

̗̀➛ Content Warnings: NSFW, slight possessive language, very very brief angst (i mean, it is baxter)

̗̀➛ Additional notes: Continuing my loser men agenda with Baxter! I will write a separate post for Derek soon, but finishing two things in a row has me antsy to post this one separately. Theres bottom!Baxter if you squint, but i tried to write him as a switch so take it either direction as you will. Mostly he's just a loser who makes sex way too romantic. I love him.

Baxter wouldn't deign to call himself clingy. He was incredibly independent, really. Your relationship had taken a five year break and survived, he was perfectly content by himself.

But that didn't explain the sick thrill he gets having a clingy partner. There is something so delightfully addicting about being wanted. He loved it when he woke up to you wrapped around him, heart thundering when you burrowed closer at even the slightest twitch of movement, like you were scared he'd disappear.

That was where the thread of guilt came in. Of course you had clingy moments, he'd vanished from your life once, could you really trust him not to do it again? What did his word matter, ultimately?

It was hard not to think like that. He knew his own track record with relationships, and he wanted, more then anything, to not fuck up this one too.

It's never easy to chase those thoughts away. And yet you do it so effortlessly, with just the graze of your teeth, the scrape of your nails.

Baxter is putty in your hands when you mark him up during sex. He's obsessed with the way his pale skin looks after its been ravaged by you, admiring the scratch-marks down his back after he's fucked you, or the hickies and love-bites you've scattered across his chest. He'd let you ruin his neck with sweet bruises if it wasn't shockingly unprofessional.

I mean hickies on the wedding planner, on someone else's big day? He feels a shameful tingle of pleasure he can't deny at the thought. Baxter is so put together during the day that he absolutely falls apart at night, guided by your safe and sure hands. He cries, he begs, he sniffles as big, wet tears fill his red eyes. There was some alarm, the first time he cried during sex. The whole ordeal had been put on hold to make sure he was okay, until he'd shamefully and slowly explained to you that yes, he was perfectly fine. So, so good in fact, the tears had sprouted on an especially breathy moan.

And even though he begs so sweetly to leave your mark sometimes you handle him so tenderly and gently it sparks a whole different kind of need inside him. Love-making, he thinks, with his head nestled between you thighs, moaning with every tug of his hair, is a new world of pleasure. Miles beyond just sex.

But his favorite part of it all is the minutes just after. When he stumbles out of your arms to gleefully assess the damage, take in his tear-stained face, the pink hand prints on his hips and ass, his kissed swollen lips. The sight of it all has his spent cock twitching awake.

Just a little more, he thinks, stumbling back over to you. God his legs ache in just the best way. He's already hard again, cum beading at the tip without a care for his carefully crafted, elegant persona.

He pulls you into another kiss, sweet still, before nipping playfully at your ear.

"You've positively ruined me, dear." He purrs, a shiver of glee running through him as your hands find his hips again. "Want to do it again?"

#baxter ward #olba baxter #our life baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #baxter x you #our life beginnings & always #baxter crying during sex is canon to me im sorry #two posts in a row!! wow!!

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meowzilla93 · 5 months

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If you would be so kind, headcannons about Baxter between the end of step 3 and the beginning of step 4? How he handled the breakup, what he was like in college, etc. ☺️

I apparently cannot give this man a break

I love him so much but gods he was just such a moron

Alright

Lets go

So night of the breakup, where he is being a prick and making excuses to leave you

He goes back inside after that line ‘if I could take back the days we spent together I would’

Oh you better believe that he is trying to justify all the cruel things he said

‘it was never going to work out’ ‘they deserve better’ ‘they were going to forget me anyways’

All this is happening whilst his heart and gut are doing somersaults

But he follows his stupid brain because of course he is right

Cant sleep that night, pulls an all nighter before he needs to call the taxi to take him to the airport

Try as he might, he cant get that sick feeling from his stomache

Doesn’t really eat for a few days, until he has to

Gets to Virginia, unpacks his bags and lo and behold

There is the souvenir you got him

He just sits on the bed holding onto it, numb

After a few moments of fighting with himself about what he should do, he puts the gift away

From prying eyes, from his own eyes

A treasure to be kept safe

But one to leave alone until maybe he is ready one day

And so start the flings once again

One night stands just so that he can rid his mind of you

Surely a 3 month summer romance shouldnt keep a hold onto his heart as much as it had

So he will do anything to shift it

So he focus on schooling, and being sociable, and dealing with his family

After a while, everything else takes precedence and you don’t occupy his thoughts as often anymore

He gets notifications that you sent a message, but he wont allow himself to read them

You will forget him, there is no point reading the messages, besides, they could be hurtful to him and gods he just doesn’t want to know the truth of what you feel for him

It could actually break his heart

A few years pass, our man can drink without issue now!

And maybe one night he has a bit much

Meets up with a pretty someone at a function, goes back to their place for a fling

But there is a problem

There is just something about them that reminds him of you

But no, that’s not possible so he pushes it out of his mind

That is until he inadvertently whispers your name

Mans goes from 100 to 0 real fucking quick

Apologizes, goes back to his place and just sits on his bed

He takes out his phone, considering to look at those messages you sent him time and time again, but he just cant

So instead he goes looking for your gift, and takes it out to look at once again

And the memories flood back to him, and he just quietly sits there and cries

Once he is done, he puts the gift on display, he doesn’t want to keep those memories hidden anymore

He hurt you, he knew he did but he cant help but be so grateful for the time he had with you, the fun and laughter and love he had during that time

He should at least keep those memories alive and not hide them away

That doesn’t mean he will go out of his way to make new friends, no sir

Twice now, he made friends with people, cared about these people, and hurt them with his antics

He cannot do that again

So he puts on the air of the professional fancy man, puts on the mask of the perfect gentlemen and finishes his schooling and starts his career

One that of course that doesn’t require him to make friends, just work acquaintances

Throughout uni, he was that really sociable, affable guy

Touch strange, very elegant but nice regardless

Some of the other students found him very attractive, some got to spend the night with him and experience the slight cold shoulder afterward

It was only for fun after all, and he made sure that they went into it with that knowledge

Was known for being a top tier student once again, but there just wasn’t a bad rumor circulating around him this time

Probably the most amount of peace he has had in a while, if lonely

Oh but his parents

Try as he might, some holidays he just couldn’t get out of seeing his parents, mainly because they wouldn’t spend it in Golden Grove and they would find a way to twist his arm about it

One such outing, his parents where their obnoxious selves and they finally said something that snapped that thin string of patience he had with them

Without raising his voice, he advised he wanted nothing further to do with them, he doesn’t hold the same ideals as they do and never wants to

Cuts all ties and removes himself from their funds, forcing himself to fend for himself and earn his way in the world

I think this was the first official time he was happy after all that he did in his life

The first time he did what HE wanted and what made HIM happy, he is just sad he didn’t do it sooner

And so a few years passes, he finishes uni, starts working at a company, and repeats the cycle of being affable enough for people to feel comfortable around, but put up walls to avoid having anyone get too close to him

Though Xavier has something to say about that and start to slowly chisel away at those walls of his

He picks up an event that needs to be prepped and completed in 5 days, a worthy challenge for him

But low and behold when he meets for dinner with the party, there you are, 5 years on

You look as beautiful as the day he walked away, and you walk with an air that would make anyone stand to attention

And your eyes meet, and all there is, is shock

He really hoped you would never meet again, not because he didn’t care but gods he cared too much

Seeing you again tore at him, it was like a waking nightmare, he didn’t want to hear what you had to say or what you really saw in him, he just wanted out

So he runs, like he ran 5 years ago and kept running

But this time, running just kept making him run back into you

keep em coming, i have so many thoughts i need to put to paper

#our life beginnings and always #olba #baxter ward #olba baxter #olba mc #our life #baxter x mc #our life headcannons

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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For sick Sunday…….

Johnny trying to call his baby but getting radio silence because she is too sick/sleep to answer. He rushed over all worried and doesn’t know what to do?! Has Johnny ever taken care of someone before?

“Hi, can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message and I might call you back…if I like you.” Johnny hissed and clenched his fingers around the phone as he stared at the call screen that had gotten him nowhere.

His frustration at not being able to call you all day had stemmed from Johnny missing you around Baxter Building, and Reed had told Johnny you missed a day at the lab. He was sure that it was probably. I thing major and yet there was a great deal of concern for you since he couldn’t reach you.

Every time he tried, he’s gone to voicemail. He had tried sending you text messages throughout the morning hours ti no avail. He had done everything short of driving to your place and finding you in the safety of your apartment and beating down the door, and it was a highly tempting prospect.

Was his concern solely rooted in his role as your sugar daddy, with no more depth than necessary?

Or was his concern for you rooted in his emotional desire, his physical attraction and the innate connectivity that bound you and Johnny together?

You could withstand his flame, you could handle and take the heat that had burned so many. You could handle his powers without getting a single mark or scar from his high temper. And in that regard you had taken Johnny in an intense and burning motion that made him question everything regarding what he wanted or needed in respects to a relationship.

You made Johnny want more than what he had been taking.

“Y/N,” Johnny growled under his breath as he made the split second decision and tossed his phone to the couch and rose to his feet, ultimately choosing to go after you, “where are you?”

Johnny stalked toward the front door of his condo in Baxter Building and swiped his keys from the hook, shoving them into the pocket of his leather jacket. He had tore himself out of his place and walked with a fire under his ass, passing whoever was in his way with aggressive intent. There was no limits to his anger, no limits to his concern for finding you.

When Johnny had finally gotten to your place, he was quick to slam his care into park and flee the drivers seat. He didn’t bother to lock the door, he didn’t wait to stalk up the steps of your building and throw the door open, the heat from his hand melting the handle and warping the metal.

He was on a set path, a clear mission as he took the stairs two at a time until he had come to your floor and then to your door. Johnny had raised his hand and started pounding on the door in three steady thwacks, waiting to hear something.

“Y/N!” Johnny called your name, using one hand to pound the door and the other was running through his silver streaked hair. “Y/N! Are you okay?”

Johnny wait another minute before he concentrates his firepower and melted the door handle like he had in the lobby, and used his brunt force to push the door open, coming upon your quiet and peaceful apartment. At first it seemed as if there was little to indicate you were in here and then Johnny had heard you coughing from the bedroom, your voice weak and tired.

“Y/N? Baby?” Johnny started walking toward your bedroom and pushed the door open, his eyes settling on the image of you laying in your bed with discarded tissue laying about.

“Johnny…” you wheezed and groaned, falling back into your bed. “I’m so sick-“

“Your phone,” Johnny spied the device sitting in a chair out of your reach, “can you even move, little flame?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t call…” Johnny listened to your hoarseness and then he crooned softly and approached your bed.

“Its okay, baby.” Johnny couldn’t have stayed mad at you nor could he leave you in this state. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

“You’ve never…have you ever taken care of-“ you cut yourself off with a flurry of coughing, and Johnny rest his hand against your back and started rubbing it gently.

“No, but I’m capable. What do you need?” Just as quickly as he sat, he stood. “Fluids right?”

“Electrolytes, I’ve been throwing up,” you whined, angling your legs under the blankets, “Gatorade, Powerade, vitamin water…something.”

“Food, have you eaten?” Johnny looked back at you and frowned, his eyes searching your face. “You should have a shower.”

“I can’t stand.”

“I’ll help you,” Johnny wasn’t even thinking of the possibilities of a dirty situation, rather he was thinking of your health. “I’ll help you shower.”

“Johnny-“

“Not gonna hear it, baby.” He scolded you gently. “I’m here to help.”

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angelasscribbles · 2 years

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Lavender and Crimson Chapter 20: Happily Ever After

Series: Lavender and Crimson

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Drake, Liam x Maxwell

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: language

Word Count: 850

My other stuff: Master List.

Lord Nicholas Baxter was escorted by two members of the King’s Guard to stand before the king and answer for his crimes.

“Before you utter a word, be aware that we can prove it was you.”

“Liam…I’m sor-“

“You’ve lost all right to address me familiar, use my proper title.”

“Sorry, Your Majesty, I’m sorry. I never meant for the press to skew things the way they did. I was hurt and angry and not thinking clearly. I just wanted to make Riley have to admit what kind of person Drake is!”

“I don’t really care about your motives. I care about the havoc you wrought with all our lives. You’ve violated the NDA you signed, you understand that your moment of pettiness is going to cost you everything from a financial standpoint, right? Then there are the criminal charges…”

“I was hoping for mercy, Your Majesty.”

“And why would you imagine you deserve that?”

“We were friends, Li-Your Majesty! I’ve spent holidays with your family! Played with your children!”

“Ah, yes, my children. Like Princess Eleanor? The same child whose life you tried to destroy? The same child whose privacy you violated specifically to hurt her mother?”

“I….” He flushed with guilt. His eyes darted to Riley’s face then away again in shame.

“You will pay the full amount required by the NDA and you will serve two years in a jail cell for leaking classified information to the public.”

“Two years!? Please, Liam! I-“

“It’s either that or I just turn you over to Captain Walker and let him handle it however he sees fit.” Liam inclined his head in Drake’s direction.

Nick took in Drake’s stormy expression and paled.

“Right.” Liam motioned to the guards, “Take him away.”

One year later…….

“Liam, you look so handsome!” Riley said as she adjusted his tie.

“Are you sure?” He asked fidgeting with his sash, “Because I’m sweating like a whore in church.”

“Liam!” She gasped in shock.

“What? I learned that saying from you!”

“I know,” she tittered, “but I never expected to hear you use it!”

“I’m just so nervous, look.” He held out his hands so she could see the shaking he was unable to control.

“You’re going to do great. What do you have to be nervous about? You and Max have been together for seven years, he loves you, you love him. What’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem. This is just the most important day of my life. I’m marrying the love of my life.” He straightened his tie again and pulled at his collar.

“Liam. It’s going to be fine. I promise. Have you seen Ellie in her flower girl dress?”

He visibly relaxed, “Yes, she’s beautiful, like her mother. And Xander in his little suit…so freaking adorable. Children are such a blessing. Speaking of that, how are you feeling?”

Riley’s hand dropped to her midriff to cradle her baby bump. “Baby Walker is doing just fine. Now let’s go get you and Max hitched in the wedding of the century. I mean it, Liam, the cathedral is packed, the street outside the cathedral is packed, and there are news crews here from every country in the world!”

Liam’s second wedding had garnered far more world attention than his first one had. Mostly because it was the first time a king had married another man. A grunt of aggravation escaped him, “That isn’t helping my case of nerves, Riley. You and Drake had the right idea eloping.”

“Damn straight we did!”

There was a knock on the door and Drake let himself into the room.

“It’s about time, Walker. Get in here and fulfill your best man duties. I need to get to Max and fulfil my matron of honor duties!”

Drake caught her in his arms as she tried to leave the room, “Not until after I fulfil my husbandly duties and kiss my wife.”

She couldn’t help the stupid grin that broke out across her face every time he called her that. Which he did often, with a stupid grin of his own.

Later that night, she rested her head on his shoulder as they danced at the reception. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips. Her two best friends were married, Cordonia had rallied behind their king, she was married to the love of her life and expecting another baby. Life had never been so good.

Ellie had been thrilled by the news that Drake was her father. “So now I have three dads!” She had squealed, throwing her arms around Drake’s neck.

The Walkers had made the decision to continue to live at the palace so that Ellie and Xander’s lives weren’t disrupted in any way. Riley stayed on in an advisory capacity to Maxwell as well as continuing many of her previous duties under a different title. But the most important change over the last year was currently holding her close and whispering in her ear about his love for her.

He loved her and she loved him, they were finally together, and everything was right in the world.

~Fin

#lavender and crimson #angelasscribbles #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #drake walker #riley brooks #the royal romance fanfic #liam rys #drake x mc #maxwell beaumont #liam x maxwell #angst with a happy ending #trr #choices #the royal romance #choices stories you play #drake x riley #happily ever after

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omegasmileyface · 2 years

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Of All the People - ch. 7

yippee!! you know the drill. written by @attackradish and @ectolemonades and myself for invisobang, chapter 1 art by @/toasty-ghosti <3

whole fic summary: After a stupid dare puts Dash Baxter in the lab at Fentonworks during the middle of a ghost fight, he finds himself a little more spectral than usual. Apparently Danny Fenton’s gone through the same thing (someone has got to call OSHA on these guys eventually), and who could better help Dash than his hero? His lame, stubborn hero?

warnings: minor body horror descriptions. in other chapters, existential crises, and Spectra.

words: 1296

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Tucker’s house was a different kind of quiet than Fenton Works. While Fenton Works felt like a tomb— arguably was one— Tucker’s house was like… a house. And sure, the lights being on helped, but the dark rooms past the hallway didn’t seem to want to eat him.

“Alright, you guys stay put. I’m going to get the first aid kit. Sam, take lookout just in case my parents come back early.” Tucker disappeared up a staircase, and Dash felt himself pinned to one spot on the floor. What furniture was he allowed to sit on here?

Danny had no problem sinking into a faux leather couch, but it wasn’t like Dash could just sit next to him. The rest of the furniture was fabric, threatening to bloom massive Christmas-colored stains if he even thought about touching them. And that wasn’t even taking into account that he was Dash fucking Baxter in the home of his biggest target’s best friend.

“Dash, what are you doing over there? Sit on the couch so we can get you both treated at the same time.” Jazz called, snapping Dash out of his 4D social chess trance. He hurried over to the couch, and wedged himself as close to the armrest as he could manage. Jazz looked at him funny.

God… When did he get this awkward? Old Dash would have ruled this living room. Everyone else would be wondering where they were allowed to sit. He huffed, spread out a little, and remembered the guy he’d idolized since freshman year was sitting next to him.

You’re not regretting your choices right now, you’re confident and casual.

“So.” He cleared his throat. “What’s the plan for Tucker’s parents coming back early?” In control of the situation, asking pertinent questions for coordination purposes.

“Usually I just turn invisible. Just make sure to stand up, they’re pretty observant and almost called my parents once ‘cause they saw the dent I made sitting on his bed.”

“I shoulda got extra PE credits for the hoops I had to jump through to convince them not to,” said Tucker from the stairs. He set the first aid kit on the coffee table and turned to Dash.

“So, what do we have here?” he asked, and Dash offered him his arm. “Mm. That’s pretty nasty. We’ll have to wash it off in the sink so I can get a better look. The kitchen’s right over there, I’ll show you the—”

“Nah, it’s ok. I can handle it. You can help Danny while I take care of this.”

“Ok. Just offering. Yell if you need help.” Tucker turned away, and Dash retreated to the kitchen. A little time alone to get his thoughts in order before he did anything stupid.

Between the moonlight and the light from the living room, finding the sink was a breeze. He opened the faucets slowly, stopping right when the trickle became a gentle flow. He wanted to wet his arm, not powerwash it. Easy now. Stinging pinpricks lit up where his wounds didn’t appreciate the water, more of an irritation than anything. With as little pressure as he could manage, he started wiping the dirt and dried blood off with his finger. The crusty beginning of a scab was stained with ectoplasm. It looked uncannily like one of the mineral samples his Earth Science teacher had, peridotite or something. He hated how inhuman it made him look.

Get it together, Baxter. You’re supposed to be calming down. Danny didn’t seem too mad anymore, he could probably just keep doing that casual thing, and as long as he kept his head clear he could get through tonight without screwing anything else up. Alright. In the bag. Snagging a dish towel from an oven handle, he patted his hand dry, careful not to get anything but water on it. It’s just overthinking, that’s all. He walked back to the living room as Jazz silently took his place at the sink with Danny's bloody t-shirt.

Ah, and there was Danny, shirtless. Dash almost blushed seeing the slight muscle he usually hid, but his blood left his face at the sight of the bloody gouges. He looked away.

Dash nearly fell onto the couch before offering Tucker his arm for inspection again.

“Well, it could be worse. It looks like your ghost healing is already working hard right here,” Tucker pointed at one of his cuts. Dash flinched from the proximity. “I think we can get away without stitches tonight. Just a little disinfection and some bandages, and you’ll be set.” He picked up a cotton ball and wetted it from a small bottle that smelled like alcohol. Dash reluctantly let Tucker bring it up towards the cut, and he felt its cold before it touched his arm.

It stung like shit.

“Gah—! On second thought, do we really have to do this? You said I had ghost healing, won’t that take care of all— this?”

“Danny, should I let him?”

“Let me what?”

Danny huffed softly. “Make the same mistake I did that one time.”

“He decided ‘hey, why do we even bother with all this patching up stuff when it’ll be healed in the morning anyways? Just keep me from bleeding on everything and I’ll be fine,’ and I thought to myself ‘he’s right, why do we bother?’ So I just bandaged him up and sent him home. Sure enough, it was completely healed in the morning.”

“Ok, and? That sounds like the opposite of a problem.”

“That’s what he thought too,” said Sam in a foreboding voice. “He unwrapped his bandages, ran his fingers across where there should have been a scar, and felt a series of mysterious bumps.”

“It didn’t take him long to realize it was some tiny pieces of gravel that had gotten stuck after he ate shit in the parking lot.”

“Ok you’re making this up. There’s no way you didn’t notice the gravel. It’s gravel.”

Jazz, holding the soaking shirt, let out a single dark chuckle. “Have you met Danny? There’s a way.”

“I mean, I noticed most of it. There were just a couple pieces left over, not much larger than BB pellets.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Can you taste emotions yet, Dash? Do you detect even a modicum of dishonesty in this room?”

He couldn’t really do either, but something about the vibes in the room made him agree they might be telling the truth.

“…Are they still there?” He asked tentatively.

“Nah, I took ‘em out with intangibility after I showed Sam and Tucker.”

“It was so gross. He made me touch it, and…” Tucker gave an exaggerated shudder. “Not good. At all.”

“I asked Danny to keep it just because it bothered Tucker so much.”

“Which I would have, except—" he gestured to Dash, "I was worried you’d grab my arm for some bullying-related reason and ask about it, and then I’d have to make up something about getting a body mod or whatever and then there’d be rumors and Jazz would hear about it, and she didn’t know about the ghost thing yet so I couldn’t tell her the truth, and she’d get me in so much trouble with Mom and Dad.”

Dash couldn’t help but flinch when Danny mentioned the bullying so casually. Thankfully, the conversation continued and no one seemed to notice.

“I would have,” Jazz said, prompting chuckles. “Sneaking out to get body mods at 14, and the place actually letting you? What kind of place is that? You could have gotten an infection or something.”

“Speaking of, you can also get an infection if I don’t take care of this. You’re still half human, and germs love that part of you with all their tiny nonexistent hearts. Now hold still."

#danny phantom #invisobang 2022 #my writing #swagger bishie #halfa!dash #halfa dash au #dash baxter #teddy ghost #check ao3 for more tags!

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gutsfics · 7 months

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11, 30, 34, 36, and 39 from the relationship asks

yay thank u 💞🩷💖💕

11. Which member is more physically affectionate

Avalon x Thomas - Avalon is more likely to initiate, but Thomas will reciprocate immedeatly

Devi x Noah - both. do Not separate them.

Harper x Tom - Harper, but only by a little bit

Baxter x Rafael - Rafael, but he makes sure that Baxter can handle any sort of physical contact. usually he waits for them to approach him

Simon x Wes x Ezra - its pretty even between Simon and Ezra. Wes isn't one to initiate at random like the other two, but he does know exactly when they need it from him

Reigan & Tobias - listen just because Reigan is asexual and completely uninterested in sex doesnt mean he doesn't love a good cuddle. theyre about even, but their limits are in different places

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.) im excluding mouth & the peenids area for "its too obvious" reasons

Avalon x Thomas - all over the everywhere. you KNOW Avalon loves to pepper Thomas with kisses the second they see each other. He especially loves to kiss Thomas' top surgery scars when he has access to them. and Thomas likes to kiss Avalon's hands and fingertips

Devi x Noah - Devi likes to kiss Noah on the neck, and Noah likes to kiss Devi's nose

Harper x Tom - they both like to kiss each other on the cheek, although Harper Will blow a raspberry against Tom's

Baxter x Rafael - Rafael likes kissing Baxter on the forehead, and Baxter likes kissing Rafael on the knuckles

Simon x Wes x Ezra - Wes likes hugging them both from behind and kissing the back of their necks or shoulders, Ezra kisses the side of their temples, and Simon kisses jaws

Reigan & Tobias - they kiss each other's cheeks in greeting but thats about it lol Reigan isn't a kissy guy

34. Do they give each other nicknames?

Avalon x Thomas - Avalon has used every single pet name known to man for Thomas, but Darlin is like. the default one he uses for every occasion. Thomas calls Avalon Ava, and sometimes Bear

Devi x Noah - i mean besides Devi being a nickname of DeVante, not really. sometimes Devi might use a cutesy pet name but not often

Harper x Tom - Harper also uses a shitton of pet names for Tom, but all of them he makes up on the spot and he's never used the same one twice. and Tom will call Harper his sea monster <3

Baxter x Rafael - they're Babs and Raf to each other and (a few) others (not many other people call Baxter "Babs" though. Tobias started that), but also Rafael calls Baxter sweetheart a lot

Simon x Wes x Ezra - Simon and Ezra are Si and Ez, and Wes is just Wes. Ezra also uses codenames for them if he ever talks about them on stage, but idk what they would be yet

Reigan & Tobias - Tobias calls Reigan by his original Korean name, Sungwon, and Sungwon calls him Toby

36. How’d they meet each other’s families?

Avalon x Thomas - rcd: Avalon met Thomas' parents during their first relationship, his parents wanted to try to make amends but they weren't very good at gendering him correctly so he brought Avalon for support. it wasm't a super good experience but at least Thomas was able to get a little closure for himself. and while Avalon's parents knew about Thomas, they didn't meet him until their second time in a relationship. Thomas and Avalon visit Texas like once a year to see Avalon's family

hwu: like canon, at Rachel's wedding. Avalon met Simon before though. as for Thomas meeting Avalon's family..........

Devi x Noah - they knew each other since they were in grade school, they always knew each others family

Harper x Tom - i mean. after the start of ILB it's not like there's much family for Tom to meet, and he already knew half of it lol lmao [sobbing]. and Harper meets Tom's family after the events of ILW, once things have settled down. he was supposed to meet them sooner but uuuuum. Events and Happenings <3

Baxter x Rafael - just like in canon, Rafael takes Baxter to meet his family before theyre even dating <3 and Baxter is no contact w their family so i don't know that Rafael ever meets then. maybe i'll write a fic about it but no prommies

Simon x Wes x Ezra - they went to high school together, this just happens. i do need to write a fic about what happened when Wes' dad came to town and that date quest ended on a cliffhanger >:/

Reigan & Tobias - Reigan met Tobias' parents by chance bc they all live in New York City, i dont fully know the details yet? but i do know that Tobais' parents were trying to set him up w This Handsome Lawyer They Know and he agreed to the date to get them to stop asking about it. Reigan was unaware it was supposed to be a date at first, but bc theyre both aromantic they decided to keep "dating" to get both sets of parents off their backs about it lol

and Tobias met Reigan's parents on a trip to his hometown. the purpose of the trip was "See I DO Have A Boyfriend Please Stop Asking"

39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

Avalon x Thomas - Janey and her wife Bill. in both hwu and rcd. Avalon and Janey friendship is a canon event.

Devi and Noah get along best with Harper and Tom <3

Baxter and Rafael get along best with Reigan and Tobias

Simon x Wes x Ezra - Lisa and Aria. Lisa and Ezra regularly go on tour together, & they all hang out together a lot when not on tour as well

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“SUIT YOURSELF. it’s on a need to know anyway.” hoffman shrugged, trying to act unbothered that strahm wanted to hear nothing about the plan. it made sense to a point. why would he want to hear about it when he wasn’t here to watch it happen? hoffman did survive. no matter what it took or what the cost. he’d proved that time and time again but right now... he was standing in front of someone he was supposed to kill and for the first time in a long time. he didn’t want to see them die. that’s not what he wanted at all. “i’m not interested in having that kind of fun with van dyne but... i’m sure when young heard all about how close we were? it did the job.” was that a lie? standing here it wasn’t -- he wasn’t interested but at that party? perhaps... perhaps he would have. mark couldn’t have looked more offended by the comment. “never let that bitch get close enough to me. is that seriously what you think? kramer would have stripped me down to bone if he thought i ever touched her like that.” perhaps with a certain level of hatred came some form of attraction that he hadn’t wanted. it didn’t mean he’d ever thought about acting on it though. shit. he wasn’t that stupid. “look. all i could do was warn van dyne of EXACTLY what would happen if she came back. that’s what i did. she comes back to protect amanda after that? well, she’s a waste of space and deserves what’s coming to her.” it’s all he could say. he hoped he’d gotten through to her but if he hadn’t. well, the only person who was going to have something to cry about was her. “HUM. I’M SURE YOU HAVE.” did it surprise him that tuck would have bitched behind his back? not in the slightest. he felt a twang in his chest though, hoping that strahm hadn’t done the same. the mention of his scars, had his hand to his face, giving them a rub over. almost like being reminded of them brought the pain back. not that it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle because he had and he could. “she thinks its so amusing. hum? least i survived mine. like to see her same the thing about hers.” they knew she couldn’t because she didn’t have the guts like he did. “you like them? pretty sure you’d be the first.” his tone immediately turning from defensive to... well, surprise. he hadn’t been expecting that to follow up with a compliment. especially from strahm. “THAT and i was sick and fucking tired of putting all my efforts into a system that didn’t work.” a system that had failed him and overs time and time again. “you can admit it now. our system is flawed at best. it’s all bullshit.” at least kramer’s methods were affective. it made sure people like baxter were off the streets for good. “if i wanted this? you dead? you would have been from the moment i entered the room.” it was true. he didn’t want it. could he really stand there and act like he did? well, no, he couldn’t. it was turning his stomach if he was honest. “i’m not -- i wouldn’t lie to you.” not now. was that hoffman being almost vulnerable? well, he didn’t fucking like it but it was. “perez want’s detective peter strahm. the hero. the hidden perfect gentleman.” he was mocking perez a little bit but jealously was a bitch and he wasn’t hiding it as good as he usually would. “I UNDERSTAND.” and he truly did. “i’m just as fucked up as you are. if not more so. a family? a house with a white picket fence? we’re not made for it.” and that was okay. hoffman moved forward, quick to flick the safety off as he rested the gun against the side of strahm’s head. had he moved that close in hope strahm would defend himself? because even subconsciously he wanted to be close to this man? yes, to all of the above. he closed his eyes, hand shaking as he willed himself to just do it. to just press the trigger but he... he couldn’t do it. “FUCK.” not completely dropping the weapon but withdrawing it from where it had been pressed forcefully against the side of his head. keeping his eyes closed because... because. why couldn’t he just fucking doing it and get it over with? @lcvenderhcze

#mark ; convo #mark ; strahm #tw: mental health #tw: murder mention #tw: death mention #WE'RE SO CLOSE TO IT HAPPENING #im like screaming over here #kjfdgkjdfg

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👻 and 🦵 for Baxter stockman?

MISCELLANEOUS SYMBOL HEADCANONS.

👻 - How does your muse handle feeling scared ? Do they enjoy horror ? Do they believe in the paranormal ? What calms your muse down ? Do they have any scary stories ?

i'll certainly preface by stating that i'm sure baxter fits the stereotypical 'scientist doesn't believe in the paranormal' image lol. i imagine he's always been the skeptic when it comes to ghost stories, always the first to be like 'that doesn't make sense,' etc. he just never personally understood them, that's all ! as for whether he enjoys horror...it's hard to say. i feel like he'd be pretty indifferent ? i mean, no offense to his kids, but like...let's be perfectly honest, is there anything that fictional horror could present that outweighs the sort of work he's doing gKJGHK LIKE....he'd be pretty unbothered by it i think. or slightly annoyed, depending on what it is ( i'm sure he'd have minor complaints about anything featuring a mad scientist, mostly pertaining to its accuracy ).

as for how he handles feeling scared...well, i do believe that when it comes to FIGHT, FLIGHT or FREEZE, he probably chooses FLIGHT everytime. that isn't to say he's cowardly — that'd be a complete discredit to his actions ( seriously, how brave do you need to be to steal from your own company ? so as to keep your creations from being turned into weapons ? ). it's just that the sorts of things that scare him — which are often very scary and legitimately dangerous — usually, the best, smartest response for a guy like him IS to run. i'm not sure if there is a whole lot that can calm him down in such situations; i think the anxiety of such situations leaves him with the resting heartrate of a hummingbird quite frankly ( /j ). i think the only thing that can calm him in such scnearios is the sheer belief that what he's doing will be worth it in the end.

🦵 - Does your muse have any physical ailments ? How do they live with them ?

well !! there is the fact that he appears to have some form of brachydactyly where his middle finger on his right hand is especially shortened ( i believe it might be type C ? pardon me, i'm definitely no expert so feel completely free to correct me ). i would think that this might make grabbing things a little awkward at times, but it otherwise doesn't impact his daily functioning ( as for how it impacts him socially...well, i'm sure he wasn't treated particularly kindly about it. i'd daresay other people have made him feel self-conscious about it before ). the only other things i could imagine that would be up with him physically are things that are probably typical for an aging man who undoubtedly works himself too hard and stands up for too long and hunches over too much, etc. sore back, poor knees, probably the occasional bit of wrist pain when he's writing for longer than he should. i doubt he's particularly great at taking care of these things while he's still actively working, although i think in the scenario where he raises his kids, he probably does take care of it a little better. makes it a point to wear braces, at least takes ibuprofen, that sorta thing.

OH ig while i'm here i might as well touch upon some verse specific stuff as well: living AU baxter does have a burn scar on the right side of his face. as a result, he's a little more sensitive on that spot and certainly needs to be careful with it. he takes care of it to the best of his abilities, especially when he first receives it, though living in hiding in a shipyard makes it difficult at times.

'07 baxter also has some scarring on his face but while visible, it's significantly less severe in comparison. he does, however, have the additional ailment of having poor eyesight in one eye ( well, extra poor; can't neglect the fact that he wears glasses for a reason ). he can still see out of...kind of, but he's partially blind in it. it takes a lot of getting used to when it first happens, but eventually, it affects him about as minimally as it could due to getting used to working around it. that being said, he does ask that people try not to sneak up on him from that side

#BAXTER STOCKMAN. / HEADCANONS.#BAXTER STOCKMAN. / VERSE 001. SURVIVED.#BAXTER STOCKMAN. / VERSE 002. 2007.#ASK.#ANON.#( wound up writing more than i expected lmao #ty for these!! < 3)#ableism mention //#ask to tag //#long post //

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A string of curses hiss out from beneath Casey's mask, a hand planted against his side, blood coating his palm and torn clothing as he did his best to run. He never ran from a fight before, a bitter taste of defeat on his tongue, but he knew he would die if he hung around any longer.

Panting heavily, pain blooming from his entire form, Casey leaned against a nearby wall when he was sure he was alone. Peeling away his hand, he only cursed more at the sight of blood. It was a long shuriken that had managed to catch him, the metal having been imbedded in him before he ripped it out during an adrenaline fuelled freak out.

Hitting the floor, he tilted his head back, worked on catching his breath. Soon as the pain faded, he'd go get medical attention or something. Hand back to his deep wound, he just focused on keeping it together. Didn't stop Casey form being in edge though, aware of his surroundings. He didn't even have to look to his side, already aware of who was there,

"Stop lookin' at me like that Raph," Casey huffed, tilting his head, tired eyes looking out from behind that mask of his, "Just a small cut."

Casey uses his free hand to tug up his mask, soon dragging his fingers down his long brunette hair. For a small cut, he sure was struggling right now,

"One of them foot-clan bozos just got lucky, soon as I'm patched up I'll be back out there, stop worryin' 'bout it," He laughed softly, acting like he wasn't badly injured, huffing soon, "I tol ya to stop lookin' at me like that."

| Muse Interaction

Splinter was taken Raph saw the result of it along with Don and Mikey. Just ripped away from them and all they had to work off from was the fact that that Shredder was involved. Of course Shredder was involved it always came back to those no good fucking foot ninjas. Course it couldn't just stick to only being them though, they had the damn punk frogs who apparently like the snow, Baxter's mousers just more and more. The creepy chairmen Raphael didn't trust that guy even if he helped them out with their shop. Something about that guy just rubbed him the wrong way but Leo said it should be fine, he might listen but he was keeping an eye on them. Maybe Raphael was just on edge so any small thing was enough to get to him and make him just a tad more untursting of situations. Till they finally made it back up to the streets at least. If they were on the street that meant they would see Casey. Maybe. Raphael hoped.

With Splinter missing any friendly face was welcomed. Raphael was glad April was back at the lair so she was at least always there to welcome them back. Slash in the sewers, Angels around the docks. But okay yeah the sight of Casey was always far more welcomed. Even if every trip back out to the streets meant they were there because they had yet to get Splinter back just yet. So, yeah the welcome sight of Casey was always about needed just before they would move up to the rooftops soon after. Maybe even more seeing how they seemed to finally stop dancing around that line of will they won't they. Expect.

Raphael looked around, they were going call it quits they got to many hits this time around and would need to retreat to patch up and heal. Of course Raphael rather just push through just move to the next stage of this stupid game. But nah he knew that wasn't smart. It's just bugging him not to see even a sign of Casey on top of it, always tells everyone else not to worry about Casey, guy can handle himself just fine after all. And yeah Casey can hell dude took down a lot on his own and seemed to still be handling things just fine so why did Raph feel worried. A brief moment to excuse himself well the other used the portal to head back to the lair as he ran off just needing to make sure for himself.

Grateful he followed his gut when he by chance caught sight of Casey ducking in an alleyway. The way that were sat on the ground was enough for the alarm bells to sound in his head, pivoting on his heels as he turned down and moved to be at their side fast as he could bring himself to be.

"Stop lookin' at me like that Raph,"

Casey, clearly was on edge enough to not even have to look to know it was Raphael. Except Casey's words only made Raph look him over far closer. Red was easily staining the usual white torn up shirt they sported in their usual gear. Casey was holding his hand flush to their body, holding pressure. Raphael might not be an expert on medical needs and such but he was an expert of hurting and getting hurt so he could tell from how Casey's body seemed to carry it's self they had to been hurt pretty good, hell had to get in a good hit to keep Casey down.

"Just a small cut."

" 'hat's a small cut?" Raph snapped with suddenly.

Raph moved to take to Casey's side hand on their shoulder as he was trying to get a better look to this so called small cut. "What happened to you?" he more demands over asks.

But his voice betrayed him it grew soft, and carried strong traces of fear in his words. Far more a whisper than his normal gruff when he spoke. He wish he were simply angry that be so much easier. Eyes took in every motion Casey followed with next as they lifted an arm to pull back their mask, dragging digits back through their hair as they did. Letting Raph have a better look at their tired stormy eyes, anyone not trained like Raphael may not think much on the motion but not just anyone would have noticed everything that action carried. How Stiff Casey's body was in the motion, the hesitation in his arm as muscles needed to twist and turn in order for him to lift his arm. Putting strain on the so called small cut. How Casey breathing slightly took a turn as they moved. Casey can hide his pain behind his tough guy act. but he can't with Raphael. Who simply narrowed his eyes as he mentally noted every little thing wrong in the one motion. How labored his breath got, how they hissed when they moved. Fuck it Jones. For someone to do that to Casey they had to get him good. And his rage only flickered at the thought alone. Along with something else. He didn't need to figure out what this other emotion was. How it coils around him and take over every thought to follow. This feeling had been rooted in him ever since Splinter was taken. Only got worse when they were told they were in some sort of game to get their dad back. It only got worse when Raphael wasn't fast enough to finish off enough foot soldiers before one snuck by and landed a good blow to one of his brothers. And now? seeing Casey like this only made it get worse. Raphael always told everyone not to worry Casey can fend for himself but.

"One of them foot-clan bozos just got lucky, soon as I'm patched up I'll be back out there, stop worryin' 'bout it,"

Raph just lifts his head up when Casey's laughs softly trying to play it off, but Raphael knows how Casey laughs when he means it. His fingers curl in and hold tightly against Casey's shoulder. Drawing Casey's own attention back to Raphael.

"Tough guy act don' work on me idiot." Raph cuts in with, and Casey should know he can't hide things like this from Raphael of all beings.

"I tol ya to stop lookin' at me like that."

"Well tough luch dip shit! cause ya ain't gettin' 'hat got it!" Raphael lets his anger speak instead. When Casey huffed that out again. Raphael moved his arm to hold around Casey's back, notcaring for any protest that follow as he moved their free arm up to rest over himself. Raphael wasn't given Casey the choice or an argument here, as he got them to lift up to their feet and started taking them back towards the lair.

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"shouldn' 'ave pulled it out stupid. Why it bleed more." Raphael scolds as he finished up wrapping the bandages around Casey. Looking them over with that look Casey insisted Raph should stop with to which Raphael ignored. Bandages set off to the side before he set his hands down to the cot Casey was sitting on.

"ya go off on ya own all the damn time, an' I know ya can handle any fight. I know ya run back into one no matta what too. So for fucks sake lest let me worry 'bout my boy friend ass hole." But there no flame in his voice he didn't even raise it.

Rapahel's voice is softer than a whisper as he simply let his forehead rest in against Casey's own. Slowly leaning forward till his beak met their lips. Hand slipping forward to awkward find how best to link his three with their five. Before he pulls back and lets his head drop to rest against one of Casey's shoulders. Warm. Living thing's well most are warm like this. That thought alone seems to help ease Raphael, even if his hold on Casey's hand tightens slightly. Casey is fine, the small bit of noise beyond them from his brothers and April is all he needs to recall they are fine too. Raphael swears this is the longest they even been left alone like this, by now Splinter would poke in asking if Casey was staying for dinner. Wearing that dumb apron that had Casey laughing so hard the first time he saw it. His heart sinks because, Splinter wouldn't be wearing that apron because they still haven't saved him!

"I love ya dumbass course 'm 'ook at ya as if I coulda lost ya when ya hurt." Raphael says breaking the silence between them. He wasn't fighting hard enough to help them save their dad. " 'm worry 'bout ya bein' hurt cause I know ya stupid an' reckless." he was moving fast enough to keep his brothers safe when they went out to fight. "what so wrong 'bout me wantin' ya to keep safe?" His voice trembled slightly and cracked and fuck he lost control of the tone. Raphael can't even keep an eye on Casey to make sure he safe.

"...I can' lose ya too Case."

Not even Raphael was sure he had said that out loud or not. It was bad enough Splinter was gone hell worse he wasn't just gone he was being held captive just in reach but fuck they weren't doing enough to save him! Leo was shouldering all the blame to himself when it's all of them! Don's over here acting like it all his fault this isn't solved, and Mikey just trying to help them all keep their spirits up and stay positive. Raphael lets his eyes squeeze tightly shut. Trying to drown out all those thoughts in his head, kept it as empty as everyone assumes it is.

"I only got one of ya Casey. If somethin' happens cause I ain't there with ya?...I don' think I can do it." Raphael doesn't expand on what he means by that he just knows he can't lose anyone else right now. "I know betta 'han anyone, no one can stop ya." he likes that about Casey after all. "Jus'..please be more careful and least let me worry about you."

Finally raising his head up as he leans in and steals a quick peak from their lips not letting Casey talk yet. pulling back enough to rub at his eyes, hoping nothing gave away the tears that found a way to break free. "All I can do is worry...ain't enough. Ain't doin' enough. I ain't fighting hard enough or else 'his be over if I could get us ta Splinter faster 'han" He just sighs out heavily, "Than ya wouldn' be gettin' hurt for nothin' too."

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#[ sf verse]#muse interactions #ic reply #muse interaction #((I said he would lose it I just say HOW he would lose it uwu casey please hug him or something this harder on him then he's letting on ;3;

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hi im still on this also im too lazy to put this on ao3 since the rest of dannymay2020 is only on ffn knjbhgv

Lightning flashed above the trees as Danny ran through the forest. His feet slapped through the mud and the rain plastered his hair to his face.

His powers were shorted out and the hunters pursuing him were gaining on him. He couldn’t last much longer just running through the dark, slippery forest. He’d have to find somewhere to hide eventually.

As he passed another tree, the woods opened up into a small clearing. He could see a small pavilion-picnic structure before the path led to a parking lot further away. This was going to be his best shot for now. He slowed as he walked closer to it, looking for a way in when he suddenly walked into someone’s chest.

Panic shooting through his chest, Danny punched the person in the stomach and tried to dart away before they grabbed onto his arms.

“What the fuck… Fenton?”

Danny looked up with wide eyes into Dash Baxter’s face. He could cry from both relief and dismay right now.

“Why do you look like you’re being chased by ghosts?” Dash paused. “Are you being chased by ghosts?”

Danny shook his head. “Not ghosts.” He panted. “Hunters.”

Dash’s eyes widened. “Hunters? Why are hunters chasing you? Are they serial killers?”

“They’re ghost hunters. They’ve been chasing me for 30 minutes-”

“Why are ghost hunters chasing you?” Dash asked, his brows furrowed.

“That’s not important.” Danny said as he began to look around again. “I need to find somewhere to hide before-”

The rustling of bushes could be heard coming from the direction Danny had run from. Whispers made their way through the rain towards them.

“Shit!” Danny whispered.

Then Danny was being pushed towards the room in the pavilion. “Dash, there’s no time. It’ll take too long for us to open-” Danny stopped as Dash opened the door and shoved him inside. “-it.” Dash started pulling off his letterman jacket and the hoodie he was wearing underneath it. He handed both to Danny. “Put these on.”

“What?”

“Put them on! You don’t want them to recognize you, right?”

Danny looked at Dash for a moment before shoving both the oversized hoodie and letterman jacket over his small frame. Once he had the letterman jacket situated, he felt Dash pull the hood up over his head.

“Okay, so here’s what we’re gonna do if they come in here. We’re-”

Both Danny and Dash looked over Dash’s shoulder as they heard the doorknob rattle.

Dash turned back to Danny and got real close, pushing him against the wall.

“We have to pretend to makeout.”

“What?” Danny looked up at him.

“What else are two teenagers gonna be doing here in the middle of the night? They won’t ask us any questions if they think we’ve been macking on each other the whole time.” “Like a fakeout makeout?”

“Yeah?” Dash looked down at him. “Why do you have a name for that-”

The door opened behind Dash and he pushed himself even closer to Danny, his face inches from his own. Dash’s hand came to rest against his cheek and the two men who entered the room started talking.

“I don’t think he’ll be here. The ectoplasm readings aren’t high enough and-” The man who was speaking paused and Danny felt himself tense up. “See I told you. It’s just some teenagers who are probably from Amity Park. All those people there have small ecto signatures, it was too low to be that ghost.”

Dash jumped and turned around to face them, faking embarrassment.

The other man scoffed. “He couldn’t have gotten far, he couldn’t fly.” The man looked at the two of them. “Have either of you kids seen a ghost around here? White hair? Weird jumpsuit outfit?”

Danny felt Dash tense up at the mention of his ghost half’s description. “No, we haven’t seen any ghosts since we left Amity Park. Is there a dangerous one roaming around out here?”

The first man nodded. “We’ve been following a level eight ghost for about a mile and a half now. We’re worried about it getting back to town.”

“Huh. Well we haven’t seen anything. But, I think we,” Dash grabbed Danny by the waist and pulled him to his side, “are going to head back into town. We wouldn’t want to get mauled out here where no one can find us.”

“What about your friend there? Has he seen anything? He’s been awfully quiet.” The second man said, leveling a look at Danny.

“Oh him?” Dash laughed nervously. “He’s mute. He doesn’t talk, but he’s been with me the whole time so he wouldn’t have seen anything either.”

The man pursed his lips. “Okay, well, have a nice night you two. Stay safe in that weather out there.”

“Thanks!” Dash said as he waved at them. “You too!”

He pulled away from Danny and grabbed him by the hand, quickly pulling him out of the building and towards his car. He didn’t pull away until he had shoved Danny into the passenger seat of his car and was heading around to the driver’s seat.

Danny watched the men walk out of the building as they drove away. The further away they got, the more Danny relaxed into the seat.

He let out a breath and looked over at Dash. “Thanks, I would’ve been toast without you there. You should drive around town a bit just in case they decide to follow us.”

Dash glanced at Danny before turning his eyes back to the road. “Why were they looking for Phantom?”

Danny paused. “What?”

“Phantom. Ghost with white hair, weird jumpsuit outfit.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, Fenton!” Dash shouted. “Don’t lie to me! Were you just hanging out with him? Why didn’t he stay with you? Why didn’t he try to keep them off of your trail? Were you protecting him?”

“I don’t know why they thought I looked like Phantom. They were chasing me, not him.”

“That doesn’t even make sense. How would they confuse you for Phantom? You don’t even-” Dash paused as Wes’s words crawled through his brain, insisting to the whole student body that Danny was Phantom. Dash’s mouth dropped open and he slammed on the breaks, coming to a sudden stop in the middle of the road.

Danny braced himself against his seat and the door. “Dash! What the hell!”

“You really are Phantom, aren’t you?” Dash said, facing Danny.

“No, I’m not.” Danny said, glaring at Dash.

“Oh, shove it. Why else would they describe Phantom when they were chasing you through the forest? You realize that doesn’t make sense, right?” “So, what, I tell you I’m Phantom so you can call me a freak and tell the school?” Danny scoffed. “Yeah, right. No thanks.”

Dash stared at Danny, his expression dropping. “You really think I’d tell the whole school?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t you?” Danny mumbled back.

Dash continued to stare at Danny. “Because they would hurt you.”

Danny let out a dry laugh.

“What? Why do you think I stopped wondering where you hung out when you weren’t fighting ghosts? I’m not stupid enough to ignore all the ghosts and ghost hunters that have it out for your neck!” Dash sighed. “The longer the GIW were in Amity Park the more I realized the kind of danger you were in.”

Danny’s gaze flicked over to Dash.

“It wasn’t even just the GIW. Your parents-” Dash’s mouth dropped open again. “What the fuck! Your parents! They hunt you!”

“They don’t know.”

“Well no shit!” Dash ran a hand through his hair. “Holy shit.”

“Listen, Dash, while I would love to keep exposing my deepest secrets to you, I’d really like to get out of this forest.”

“Right, right.” Dash sat forward in his seat again, driving forward.

Silence settled over them, Danny staring out his window and Dash flicking his gaze to the other boy frequently.

They finally made it back into town and Dash drove up and down and around the different streets a couple times before finally pulling up in front of Fentonworks.

Danny sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Finally. Thanks, for, you know.” He was about to get out of the car when he paused, looking down at the jacket and hoodie he was still wearing. “Here, I almost forgot-” Danny started shrugging out of the letterman jacket when Dash stopped him.

“It’s still raining. You can borrow them and give them back to me on Monday.”

Danny’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure? Don’t you want something to wear in the rain?”

Dash shrugged. “I’ll be fine. I think I have another hoodie buried in here somewhere.”

“Okay, well.” Danny grabbed the door handle. “Bye.” He quickly climbed out of the car and darted up the stairs to the front door. Before he closed it, he turned back to Dash and waved goodbye and shut the door.

Dash waited a few seconds before taking a deep breath and he started to drive away.

He had a feeling he wouldn’t be getting the sight of Danny in his jacket out of his head anytime soon.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #dannymay2020 #danny fenton #dash baxter #swagger bishie #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #phic #hi guys im still chugging away at this #my goal is to be done before this years dannymay starts njkhbg #i pulled this fic straight out of my butt i had no notes or plans #except for a spur of the moment line #which was the first one in the fic kjnbhg

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Ask Answers: May 15th Part 1

It’s been longer than usual since our last answer session, so I’m answering a ton of questions today! It’s so big I split it into two parts. Thank you for the patience on getting a response to these.

Thanks for reaching out to us with your questions and kind words ^^!

Sorry if this has been asked before or isn't something you can say but is there anyway for Cove to confess in step 4? I wanted him to confess in step 3 and followed all the steps to make him do it but ended up texting my family instead of Cove at the end.

Yeah, Cove can confess in Step 4!

Hello! I heard that Cove is on the spectrum, albeit undiagnosed. As someone who is ND, this makes me UNBELIEVABLY happy. I literally was brought to tears! Thank you for that!

Out of curiosity, will Cove be diagnosed in Step 4? I have a strong feeling y’all won’t make it a HUGE deal/make it out to be negative, so I’m not worried about that whatsoever! I’m just curious just he’ll off handedly mention it? Or will it just not be touched upon at all (which is ok!)?

Either way is ok, I’m just curious!

I’m happy it made you happy! Admittedly, Cove simply being someone with autism that grew up not being diagnosed was something I included for myself. I didn’t really think anyone would notice or ask about it, aha. But players did start to have questions about his traits, so I started to talk about it outside of the game. It’s great to see it get such a positive response and now I do feel like having it be a non-topic may have been the wrong choice and bringing it up would’ve been good in terms of having positive representation for that. I don’t know if I’ll find a way to mention it in Step 4 now, with how far along the game is, but I am at least thinking about it when originally it wasn’t something I really even considered.

Hey! Just wanted to say thank you for Our Life. It's been a bright spot and a needed escape in what's otherwise been a crummy year. I know you just did a Q&A post but I figured I'd ask anyway. Was just curious about Step 4. Will it be similar to the other Steps in that it consists of several different moments or will it just be one long sequence?

Step 4 is shorter than the prior Steps because it’s just an epilogue rather than a full arc of a story. It’ll consist of scenes that all happen in a set row one after the other. There won’t be a collection of Moments to choose from. But it’ll still be very sweet and fun.

¡hola!, you see, first I want to say that I love Our Life! (°◡°♡) and I have 2 important questions, would Cove cry watching titanic? and what is the saddest part according to him? (sorry for my english)

Titanic would make him cry. He’d probably think the parts showing people who aren’t able to make it to the life boats/are choosing to stay and go down with the ship were the saddest.

Hello, I wanted to ask how much you earn with creating games? Like is it possible to make a living? Thank you >< <3

How much I earn varies a lot month to month based on Steam sales, Patreon backers, and how many projects are in full production at the time. It’s also hard to say how much I make historically, since that also changes dramatically year by year. But I do earn enough to work on these games full time! I really appreciate all the support that allows me to do that.

Hey!! I was wondering for the 18+ Our Life moment, will there be an emphasis on safety/comfort for all involved? I feel like there would be just going off of what the rest of the game is like, but I wanted to ask

Yes! Cove is a nervous boy himself and also super cautious about doing anything the MC doesn’t like, so clear consent from both is absolutely needed for anything to happen. It’s a conversational sexy times Moment with stops/starts so the two can talk about how they’re feeling, rather than a heat of the moment just going for it kind of thing.

Hey!! I was wondering how long the wedding dlc would be? Will it be broken up into moments, or just one big event?

It’s one long series of scenes all in a row rather than a collection of Moments to pick from. It’s the shortest and the least expensive of all the DLCs. It’s not super crucial to get and those who aren’t into big weddings can totally skip it without worry.

HELLO AMAZING DEVS 👋 i am hopelessly in love with the worst guy ever (jeremy king) and because of this i have a really stupid question: does he really hate people who are nice to him? TvT he’s too cute to be mean to istg it’s a miracle JB held the urge to be consistently nice to him bc just look at his FACE he is so cute! thank you for jeremy’s route it’s so lovely (and awful bc he’s scum 11/10) it gave me so much laughs LMAO i hope you guys have a good day!!

Haha, thank you. He doesn’t hate them but he’s certainly not pleased with them. Jeremy is either uncomfortable with or annoyed by people being sweet on him, depending on how they approach it. He’s far more comfortable with jerkiness. It lets him relax and he can be himself without it being a problem, since he’s also a jerk. He feels a level of guilt being such a little punk to kind people, not enough to be a better person but still.

Has Cove dated or been interested in someone other than MC?

Nope! He stays single over the course of the game if he’s not with the MC.

Is Step 4 more mature? Or it's gonna be set in similar atmosphere as Step 3?

Step 4 is a similar atmosphere as Step 3. Though, it’s actually kind of less mature-topic heavy than Step 3 since it’s just a ‘hey, let’s check in on the gang to see what they’re up to’ style epilogue rather than a story arc with serious issues.

will there be new music for now and forever?? or will the old our life music be reused?

It’s gonna be a brand new soundtrack. We’ll be opening up a job position for that soon.

Hi, is it okay if we use the assets in Our Life (like the sprites) for fanworks or fan content content, like edits?

Sure! Just as long as you don’t use the assets made by those artists to make money.

Quick clarification on Step 3 choices: I hope I didn't come off rude (because I LOVE the game, really!!), I was just curious because the intro threw me off at times. For example, you could choose how you felt about Elizabeth in Step 2 (Dinner), but during the Step 3 intro, it says that you got closer to Liz and I didn't get a choice in it.

For the example, it can’t be helped that you’re closer to Liz in Step 3 than you were in Step 2 because she’s inherently closer to the MC regardless of whether you liked her or not in Step 2. Her feelings are out of your control and the game isn’t so dramatic that you can push her affection away and not let her bond with you, haha. But ‘being closer’ can still be relative. For some people maybe that means you’re best buds now and for others it might just mean you’re not fighting all the time any more. If there’s other parts you want to mention, feel free to let us know.

Did the illustrator for Our Life change?

We have many OL artists! The main artists who set the game’s style haven’t changed, but there’s multiple other artists who help finish assets.

So Miranda's type is confident and outgoing, huh? So...does that mean Terri's her type?? 👀

Haha, sorry for the late reply on this. As you might’ve seen in our post yesterday- yeah that is her type.

Hey! First, I just want to say I've really enjoyed how detailed OL got with gender identity and sexuality and how respectful the topics were handled! It's been so wonderful to play since the experiences could be close to my own (I'd be lying if I said I didn't tear up at parts). Second, I was wondering, would future games explore the topic of polyamory? I'd love to see more visual novels allow room for that and I saw you've explored the topic before.

Keep up the amazing work! ♡

Thank you! We do want to include polyamory in at least some of our future projects. Floret Bond, which might be what you’re referring to when mentioning how we’ve explored the topic before, is on hold unfortunately. So right now I’m not sure when something might release or what will be the first game of ours to come out with poly relationships (we might do something else before FB is done). We’ll have see how things ends up coming together.

Hey um. I feel like im not allowed to ask this on the private discord cuz people will yell at me but why is there so much focus on OL2 and not finishing OL1 stuff? I like the new people but i kind of want to finish cove's story and get derek and baxter stuff first. didn't people pay for it?

I’m sorry, I don’t understand entirely what’s making that situation a concern. There’s a channel in the discord for critique where no one is allowed to comment back. People can voice things they’re worried about without any way for others to push back on it. And the two teams working on the OL games are different. We try to post pretty often about how we’re hiring brand new people to start on Our Life: Now & Forever. The OL1 team is all still working on OL1 like normal. There’s only more updates on the Patreon for OL2 because the expansions to the first game are mostly script-based at this point while OL2 is just starting to get all its art, which means there’s a lot more to show off as previews.

Also, there was a Kickstarter for the first Our Life, if that’s what you mean by people paying for it. But one of the stretch goals was to start Our Life 2 early, before fully completing Our Life 1, so that the new game could be out sooner. It wouldn’t make sense to stop doing OL2 work because that would be going against what backers were promised. Maybe you didn’t get the full story before and hopefully this clears it up!

Hello! I know it's up to every player but.. What is your recommendation for playing order? Did you ever had any timeline events planned?

I didn’t make the events with a planned timeline. The events got made simply as I had ideas for them and then I just kind of organized them from left to right on the screen in an order to space out more dramatic ones between more lighthearted ones. Any order the player wants to go with is totally valid!

Hi! It's Step 4 a paid dlc or update? And how long it's planned to be? Ps. Love the game!

The Step 4 epilogue is free! The Cove Wedding DLC does cost money, though. Those are planned to be shorter than the usual Steps/DLCs.

Will we have options for what sort of job the MC might have by the time step 4 takes place?

Yeah, you can. It’s not super exact or detailed, but there are options about it.

Is there a pandemic in Our Life world, or is it just in a better timeline with no pestilence?

Our Life is pandemic-free! That didn’t exist when we began working on the project and it’s not something we’d like to feature in this story now that it has unfortunately come along, aha.

Hi, you said that you can play tic-tac-toe or hangman with Cove in Boating if you're sick/scared but I keep getting tic-tac-toe. Am I doing something wrong?

After being sick/scared you have to continue to be upset/unwell. If you calm down and decide to just chill you’ll end up playing tic-tac-toe.

Hi, GB Patch! Since Lee was initially commissioned to only appear in two Steps does this mean she won't appear in the Wedding DLC? I really like her character so it'll be a little weird to not have our cousin at our wedding, aha.

She is gonna be in Step 4/the wedding DLC after all! We’re still working with her creator to make sure it fits with what they wanted.

Is Sunset Bird based on a real place? Asking for a friend, not trying to move there or anything. 👀

It’s based on small beach towns in So-Cal, but not one specific town you could go see in real life, I’m afraid. It’d be nice if it was real, though.

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We released a new FAQ! It answers common questions and we’ll keep adding more to it. Please check there before sending an ask. FAQ Also, if you prefer to just see the main posts without all the asks/reblogs, feel free to follow our side account instead: GB Patch Updates Blog

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lexosaurus · 3 years

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My contribution to DP Side Hoes Week 2021 day 1! Character: Mr. Lancer Theme: Reflection

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William Lancer stood in front of the mirror, fastening his tie with practiced fingers. He pulled the fabric down, completing the knot, and straightened it before him.

There. Now he was ready to start his day.

Well, almost.

He picked up the steaming mug of coffee off his dresser and sipped it, cherishing the warmth. It was early, too early. No matter how much his parents told him he would get used to waking up early for work every day as an adult, he never seemed to get the hang of it.

He stifled a yawn, noting the bags under his eyes and creasing forehead as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Teaching had aged him, there was no doubt. Between preparing the lesson plans, grading assignments, editing papers, meeting with parents, tutoring students—not to mention the dreaded administrative meetings—it was really no surprise that teaching had slowly worn him down over the years.

But he wasn’t sure he could ever walk away. At least, not for a few more decades.

He headed downstairs, swiping his keys off his kitchen counter and starting the familiar drive to school.

Teaching wasn’t all bad, it wasn’t all weary, thankless work. The students, though hormonal and immature they could be, kept him going every day. Watching their eyes light up as they understood a concept, seeing them succeed in their athletic or creative ventures, those were the small moments he cherished. The parts of his days that he yearned for.

He parked and strolled into the school, coffee still in hand. The hallways, though empty now, would soon be teaming with life as the students slowly made their way to school. And though they’d be tired at first, slowly throughout the day the voices in the halls would get louder, more lively, as the day picked up steam.

He said a few obligatory greetings to his coworkers, grabbed a few files from his office, and then headed to the printer room. He had a few worksheets he needed to print out for his students today.

“Will!” Tom Falluca greeted him. A copy machine buzzed next to him, spitting out papers.

“Hey, Tom.” Edward set his mug down on a spare table. It always amazed him how lively Tom seemed to be in the morning. “Happy Friday.”

“And to you! Got any plans for the weekend?”

William shrugged. His weekends tended to all be the same, with him switching off between prepping for school, emails, reading, and video games. Not that he told anyone about the latter hobby. It would have been rather unprofessional of him to admit to such a thing. “I’ll probably get started on my book club book. It’s a rather interesting one I believe. Well, according to Jane from the history department it is. But that woman will read anything, so I take her recommendations with a grain of salt. How about you?”

“My wife’s sister will be in town this weekend, so we’ll be hosting them.”

“Oh, that will be fun. Is she the one with the kids?”

“Yup, although they’ll be spending the weekend with their grandparents, so we won’t have them this time. It’ll just be Alice and her husband. I think we’ll probably go biking around the city on Saturday and then go out to dinner and a bar.”

“I’m sure they’ll appreciate it.” William pressed a button, whirring his copy machine to life. “Kids can be such a handful.”

“Oh, you’re telling me! I still have one at home, although he’s old enough now to be able to take care of himself for a day.”

“That’s the good thing about you working here, isn’t it? He would never be able to get away with a house party.”

Tom chuckled. “Heavens, no. The rumor mill works too well for that.”

William hummed, swapping a paper out of the copy machine with another.

“If any of your students look despondent today, it’s because they got their math test back,” Tom said.

“Not a good one?”

“Well, for the most part it went okay. But there were a few scores that were a bit lower than expected, and the usual suspects didn’t do well either...”

William didn’t miss the implication of that last comment. “You mean Mr. Fenton and Mr. Baxter.”

“Dash didn’t do great, but I spoke with his parents about arranging him with a math tutor last week and they seemed to agree with the idea, especially since I know he’s starting to think about college recruitment. But Danny!” He let out a sharp breath and rubbed his temples with the tips of his fingers. “Good grief, I don’t know what to do with that kid.”

William recalled the essay he graded from Mr. Fenton earlier this weekend. It was a garbled blend of English words that could only have been written by someone who couldn’t even bother to read the Sparknotes of the novel. For a while, William suspected dyslexia. But he had seen Mr. Fenton’s work after being forced to study in the classroom after school, and while he certainly wasn’t on the same level as his sister, he had shown to be able to produce legible, comprehensible papers when he put the time into it.

It was almost too easy to write him off as just another lazy student. And sometimes, William did do that. But he knew that deep down there was a much, much larger issue at play.

He just didn’t know what that issue was.

“Fenton is a rather interesting case,” William finally said. “Truthfully, I haven’t been able to figure out how to handle him either.”

“It would be much easier if his parents would get involved. I’ve sent emails, but they just apologize for his performance and promise that they’ll talk to him. He doesn’t need to be talked to, he needs real intervention, and I can’t do that if his parents won’t agree to it.”

“I’ve had similar issues,” William admitted. Jack and Maddie Fenton were an unfortunate roadblock in his progress with Daniel. At the moment, it seemed detentions were the only way he could actually get Mr. Fenton to be forced into doing schoolwork at all. And even then, half the time Mr. Fenton would either not show up to the detention, or he’d pull one of his infamous disappearing acts halfway.

“I don’t know.” Tom shook his head. “Every so often, you get a student like this. I know, I’ve been at this job for almost thirty years. I know we’re not heroes, we can’t save everyone. But it still is such a damn shame to see a student with so much potential slip through the cracks.”

“I agree.”

At this rate, Mr. Fenton would amount to nothing more than just another failed statistic. He would just slip through the cracks.

William hated to think about it.

“We can’t save them all, Tom, but I’ll see about trying to get Madeline and Jack Fenton into my office again with the guidance counselor.”

“Theresa’s good. Maybe she’ll get through to them.”

William shrugged and collected his papers. It wouldn’t have been the first time that Theresa, Mr. Fenton’s parents, and himself had sat down together to discuss Daniel’s performance. But it was always the same response, just a, “We never had these issues from Jazz!” from the father and a, “I’m so sorry, I’ll talk to him,” from the mother. Any suggestions of a 504 plan was shut down before William could finish his sentence.

“He’s never had these issues before. We’ll talk some sense into him!” Jack Fenton had said.

There had been students in past years who had parents that spoke like this. Opposed to alternative methods, so sure they alone could “talk some sense” into their teen as if that would solve all their academic issues.

It never ended well.

William shuffled off to homeroom, one hand clutching his photocopied papers and the other holding a nearly empty mug of coffee.

He wasn’t sure how to get through to Daniel. He wasn’t sure how to convince his parents that Daniel needed extra help, and that was okay. It wasn’t a sign of intelligence, or lack thereof.

But he needed to figure it out.

He refused to let Mr. Fenton become another statistic.

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Thanks for reading!

#danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2021 #phicc #my writing #unbeta'd

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hp-scarryfest · 3 years

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Scarry Fest 2021 Revealed Master List

Here is the masterlist of our revealed authors!!

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Author: crimsonheadache Summary: Harry and Scorpius share a daddy kink. They have a lot of fun with it. Until somebody finds out.

Get Busy Living

Author: @iero0 Summary: At Ginny’s wedding reception, Harry Potter's mood is low. Neither Auror partner Draco’s caustic remarks, nor the free-flowing liquor are really helping his bitter thoughts. Or perhaps he simply needs more whisky. Meanwhile, Scorpius feels hopeful about Albus’ attempts to set him up with Harry. But if there’s one thing more important than indulging in his years-long infatuation with Harry, it’s Harry’s well-being.

More Than Fun

Author: @samunderthelights Summary: It's the Potters' first trip since Harry and Ginny have gotten divorced, and they have invited Scorpius to come along. Scorpius has always had a crush on Harry, but of course he had never acted on it. However, this time things are different, and he's not sure how much longer he can keep these feelings to himself.

What I Feel, It’s Not Important

Author: @phenomenalasterisk Summary: Scorpius has been harboring a crush on Harry Potter for years now. He knows he's young, and stupid, and it's never going to happen. But it's tough to move on when Harry makes it so… hard.

Let Him Love You

Author: @maraudersaffair Summary: Scorpius can’t stop getting hard around Harry. Harry’s convinced he’s too old for Scorpius. Al wants to stop being the third wheel.

Coworkers

Author: camichats ( @siriuslystarbucks ) Summary: From the first moment Harry meets his new co-worker Scorpius, he's attracted to him. As they grow closer, he falls in love. When he learns that Scorpius likes older men, he can't stop staring, even when he should look away.

Ain’t It Like Thunder Under Earth?

Author: @eatsdeath Summary: What Harry isn’t able to handle is his growing…jealousy over Scorpius. Scorpius — his son’s best friend, his son’s boyfriend. A young man 25 bloody years younger than him and Harry’s what? Got a crush? As a 46-year-old retired Auror? Pathetic, Potter, at best. Creepy, at worst.

Worth It

Author: @freddie-fox-baxter Summary: Harry helps his star player wind down after a game.

Five Times Harry Made a Fool of Himself and One Time Scorpius Loved It

Author: MarchnoGirl ( @drarryruinedme7 ) Summary: Where Harry can't flirt to save his life but tries anyway because Scorpius Malfoy is just that hot and sweet. Healer Scorpius is having a blast.

Harry Potter and the Remedial Potions Tutor

Author: Farbautidottir Summary: When Head Auror, Harry Potter, blows up the evidence in a murder case because he forgot that Bulbadox powder and porcupine quills cause an explosion, the Minister for Magic requires him to get a remedial potions tutor. Scorpius Malfoy happens to run the apothecary in Diagon Alley now that his father has passed away. Not Cursed Child compliant.

Written In the Stars

Author: @xonceinadream Summary: Harry Potter had never noticed Scorpius Malfoy as more than a relatively good student in Defense Against the Dark Arts and friend of his son. After graduation, Scorpius left for America and Harry didn't think of him. Until Scorpius came back, grown up, gorgeous, and engaged.

#scarry #scarryfest #hpscarryfest2021 #harry potter #scorpius malfoy #hp #fanfiction #fest #fests #hp fests #hp events #masterlist #revealed masterlist #reveals #authors

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30. “I’m not jealous! Its just..you’re mine!”

Sabrina absolutely simmered.

It was bad enough that Nicholas Scratch had enrolled himself in Baxter High in a blatant attempt to worm his way back into her heart. But now freaking Izzie was flirting with him like her life depended on it and Nick wasn’t doing a damn thing about it. He was even smirking at her.

Smirking.

She slammed her locker door shut with far more nerve than strictly necessary.

“Whoa, ‘Brina,” came Theo’s voice. “What did that locker do to you?”

“Sorry,” Sabrina grumbled. “I’m just - in a mood.”

“About...?” Theo jerked his head in Nick’s direction.

“No...”

“Lies.”

Sabrina sighed.

“He can’t say one thing and do another. That’s part of what got us here in the first place. ‘I love you, but I can’t do this.’ He swaggered into this high school - already in a freaking letter jacket at that - and threw down his ‘I’m going to win you back’ gauntlet and now he has the audacity to flirt with Izzie!”

Theo’s eyes grew big at Sabrina’s rant.

“Maybe you should tell him...”

“No,” Sabrina cut him off. “I’m not speaking to him. It’s too hard and right now, I’m too mad.” She hoisted her bag onto her shoulder. “And now I’m going to chemistry. Which he has with me because this realm hates me.”

“Can’t we argue that every realm hates you?” Theo wondered. “Hell wasn’t your biggest fan...” Sabrina gave Theo a filthy look. “You’re not allowed in Heaven...” Sabrina rolled her eyes. “And earth, well, at least it’s not being threatened by Hell any longer and there’s only one of you right now?”

“Not helping,” Sabrina informed him. She parted ways with Theo and settled in her seat in chemistry. Of course, Nick sauntered in and took the desk beside hers. She had no doubt that he had manipulated his schedule so he would be in every class with her.

Maybe he should change them to be with Izzie.

“Hey lab partner,” he greeted her. Sabrina only glared at him. He winced. “A bit of a cold breeze coming off of you...”

Sabrina was saved from answering by the arrival of their teacher.

Cold was an understatement. She barely spoke to him as they set to work on the experiment the teacher had laid out for them.

“What’s wrong, Spellman?” Nick questioned as he measured out a chemical.

“Nothing.”

She lit a Bunsen burner.

“I know you. You’re mad about something.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“Are.”

Sabrina let out an annoyed growl.

“See?” Nick waved his pencil in her direction. “Mad.”

“I’m not mad, I’m annoyed.”

“I’d argue you’re both mad and annoyed.”

Sabrina didn’t dignify that with a response. She yanked another ingredient to her and started to pour.

“That’s too much,” Nick warned.

“It’s what Mr. Baker said.”

“That’s literally not what’s written on the board,” Nick motioned to the front of the room. “Nor is it what he said.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“Sabrina, we both know potion making isn’t your specialty.”

“This isn’t potion making though, is it?” Sabrina countered.

“Same idea,” Nick said. “You add that, we’re going to have a fire.”

Sabrina gave him a defiant look and added the power to the liquid he had already measured.

Several things happened at once.

There was a loud bang and fire erupted from their beaker. Nick pulled Sabrina out of the way and spun them so he was between her and the fire. Students around them scrambled as the fire alarm rang out. Mr. Baker barreled their way with a fire extinguisher.

“Told you,” Nick muttered. Sabrina elbowed him in the gut. He let out a “hmph!” and released her.

“Mr. Baker, I’m so sorry,” she rushed to help.

“Happens every year,” Mr. Baker said in a bored voice. “No harm, no foul. Didn’t even burn down your table, unlike last year’s group. But do be a little more mindful, Ms. Spellman? I believe I overhead Nicholas tell you there was too much measured out.”

Nick sighed to himself. He had no idea why Sabrina was mad at him, but Mr. Baker hadn’t helped his cause.

“I’m sorry,” Sabrina grumbled again. “I’ll pay more attention.”

“Get outside,” Mr. Baker sighed. “Since the fire alarm sounded, they will need ot do a sweep of the building.”

Sabrina went without protest, Nick behind her. She made for the football field where they were supposed to gather, but Nick’s hand wrapped around her bicep and pulled her towards the woods. She tried to pull away, but he held firm.

“Start talking,” he demanded once they were in the cover of the trees.

“I have nothing to say.”

“You’re mad at me and I don’t know what I did.” He reconsidered. “Well, I know what I did in the grand scheme of things, but I don’t know what I did today to further tick you off.”

“Why are you here, Nick?” she asked.

“What you mean?”

“Why are you here, at Baxter High, pretending to be a star football player?”

“I told you - I’m here to show you I’ve changed and win you back.”

“So you do it by flirting with Izzie?” she challenged. “Given that you cheated on me, that’s not the best look.”

It all became clear to Nick then.

“Are you - jealous?”

“No!”

“You sure?” he pressed. “Because you’re acting a heaven of a lot like I acted when you showed up at the Academy with Caliban.”

Sabrina cringed internally at that memory. She hadn’t exactly handled Nick’s hurt well.

“I’m not jealous,” she insisted. “You can flirt with whomever the heaven you want to flirt with.”

“You’re jealous,” Nick insisted. “Not gonna lie, Spellman, it’s kind of hot.”

“I’m not jealous!” The earth shook slightly under their feat. “It’s just... you’re mine”!

Her eyes went big at her confession.

Nick, too, looked stunned.

“Nick...” she faltered for words.

“I’m yours,” he told her. “I always have been, even when I was messing things up. All I want is for you to be mine, too.” He flexed his fingers to keep from reaching for her. “I hurt you. I know that. You hurt me, too. I think you know that.”

Sabrina nodded as tears tried to spill out of the dams of her eyes.

“I’m sorry. It’s just... Seeing you with Izzie...”

“You must not have looked very hard,” Nick said. “Because if you had, you would have seen she was flirting with me - but I wasn’t flirting back. I was watching you, slamming your locker and talking to Theo, all hand gestures and rage.”

“But...”

Nick put his finger to her lips to silence her.

“You asked me why I’m here at Baxter High. You, Sabrina. The answer is always you.”

Sabrina didn’t say a word.

Instead, she stepped forward and cautiously wrapped her arms around Nick. His embrace was warm, familiar. Like home.

They stood there like that for a long time, well after students had filed back into Baxter High and returned to their days.

They weren’t okay.

It would be a while before they were.

But for the first time in a while, Sabrina thought they might actually be okay someday.

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49. You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out — Baxter please darlin 💕

Angst, full steam ahead!

* * * * *

Your cellphone was clutched so tightly in your hand that your fingers had gone numb. Your leg was bouncing up and down, and your eyes were glued to the television.

“The fugitive was apprehended in the area of the Flier Truck Stop on Midway Boulevard by U.S. Marshals, LAPD detectives, and LAPD SWAT. The apprehension of Michael Manchoone ends a five-day, cross-state manhunt. Manchoone is linked to three murders and was considered to be armed and dangerous. While it is confirmed that gunfire was exchanged between Manchoone and Officers, it is unknown if there are any injuries.”

Your thumbnail was worn away by the time the news anchor finished his update and you yanked your hand away from your mouth as you checked your phone again.

Any word from Baxter? your best friend, Anna, who was also married to a detective on the force, texted.

No. Anything from Vin?

No 😔

With a growl of frustration, you made your way to the kitchen. You set your phone on the island, double checking to make sure the volume was on and maxed. Flexing your fingers, you walked to the cupboard and pulled down a glass, but before you made your way to the fridge, your eyes settled on Baxter’s coffee cup in the sink.

Your lip trembled and you turned away from the cup and looked up at the ceiling, willing yourself not to lose it. Worrying about him never got any easier, and you had no idea he was even in on this bust until Anna had texted you a few hours ago—Vin had told her that morning he had been pulled to assist.

Sometimes, you wondered just how much longer you could do this. Just how much longer you could play the empathetic wife when Baxter was so into his job that he either forgot completely about you or that he pushed you to the bottom of his priority list.

Blinking away your tears, you pushed your glass into the water dispenser. You hadn’t realized how thirsty you were until you drained your glass and filled it up again.

As you were drinking your second glass, your phone trilled. Nearly choking, you hurriedly swallowed and rushed to the end of the island, grabbing your phone.

We got him! Should be home by midnight. Love you!

The wave of relief that swept over you was almost enough to make you dizzy, but that relief was quickly swallowed by anger. You sent a quick text to Anna, then went upstairs to finally change out of your work clothes.

True to his word, at 11:50 pm, Baxter’s key sounded in the front door.

You listened as he kicked off his shoes and opened the hallway closet to put them neatly inside.

He must’ve noticed the light on in the living room, because he quickly appeared, his eyes instantly connecting with yours.

Bax looked good, showered and in his dress clothes, his hair neatly slicked back, his eyes wide and a slight smile on his face. It was clear he was still running on the adrenaline from the apprehension, which made you feel even worse than you had before you’d seen him walk through the door.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice quiet with its usual melodic depth.

You didn’t reply for fear of what might come out of your mouth. Instead, you shifted in the chair, tucking your legs under your body as your hands twisted together. Your thumb that had escaped your earlier gnawing rubbed over the worn edge of its mate, giving your eyes a reason not to look back up at your husband.

“Everything okay?”

You couldn’t stop the derisive snort as you shook your head, a wild grin spreading across your face.

“I know—” he began, reading your mood.

“You don’t know any fucking thing, Baxter!” you snapped, your eyes shooting up to his face. “You sure as hell think you do but you don’t.”

Baxter took a deep breath as he clearly tried to stop the adrenaline that had given him a happy high from turning into a much, much darker energy.

“Why don’t you help me understand?” he said as he moved to the sofa and sat down, catty-corner from you.

“What’s there to understand? If you don’t know what this shit does to me by now, you’ll never fucking get it.”

“That shit is my job. Something you said you could handle when I asked you to marry me.”

“There’s a difference between me handling the everyday dangers that come with your job and me finding out you were exchanging gunfire with a murderer from the fucking television!”

As quickly as Baxter had sat down, he stood back up, “Oh! Okay, Y/N. Let me just—” Baxter pulled his phone from his pants pocket and held it up to his ear. “Yeah, murdering fugitive? Hold on a fucking second. I didn’t clear your pursuit with my wife. Don’t be fucking ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? I’m being ridiculous because I didn’t know anything about this! YOU didn’t think to tell me anything about this?”

“Again, what am I supposed to do?”

“Vin made time to tell Anna.”

“Oh, I get it,” Baxter said, his face now twisting into a wild smirk. “This is about Anna knowing something you didn’t. This is so typical of you—so singularly minded!”

Baxter paced to the back of the sofa, crossing back and forth behind its length twice before he stopped and leaned forward, resting both of his hands on the frame.

“What do you want from me, Y/N?”

You didn’t answer. You were so upset you weren’t even sure you could form words, especially the words needed to describe the intensely complicated feelings whirling through your mind.

“Answer me!” Baxter yelled, his voice booming loud enough to make you jump.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you blurted out, Baxter’s anger provoking a gut response.

“That’s not an answer.”

“I—I think it is. I can’t be the lowest priority on your list, Baxter,” you said slowly as you unfolded your legs, your bare feet settling on the hardwood floor.

Baxter’s fingers flexed over the frame of the couch as he bowed his head.

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? I am sorry I made you worry. I am sorry you have to sit back and just … wait. But I’m not sorry I take my job seriously, even if that means compartmentalizing my personal life.”

Baxter’s words hurt. Not just because they contained a truth you didn’t want to hear but because it was a truth you could understand. He needed to be able to push you aside to do his job, to save lives. He needed to be able to prioritize the safety of others and of himself over your feelings.

Maybe that was just what you couldn’t take anymore.

Maybe what you needed was someone who could love you, really love you, all the time.

“I’m going to my sister’s.”

Baxter’s features changed from angry to frightened in an instant. In another situation, it would have been comical how his eyes widened and his mouth fell open, how his brow softened and the way his fingers let go of the couch as if it had suddenly become too hot to touch.

“I’m sorry I yelled—I shouldn’t have lost my temper.”

“You’re still not sorry for any of the right things,” you said as you stood. “And I don’t know if you’ll ever be, or ever even should be. I just need some time to think.”

Baxter rushed from behind the couch to stand in front of you, his hands grasping your shoulders until you looked into his eyes. He moved his hands to cup your face, his thumbs twitching nervously across your cheekbones.

“Don’t go.”

“I need to.”

“No—you don’t. I fucked up. I see that now. If Vinny found time to text Anna, I could’ve found time to text you. I just … I just want to keep you here. Here in this space where it’s safe, where I’m safe. I hate thinking of you when I’m surrounded by …” Baxter trailed off and his eyes slipped shut. You watched him, your own eyes filling with tears.

“When I’m surrounded by death and violence and danger. When I walk through that door, our door, and I see your face, this face,” Baxter said as he ran one of his thumbs over your brow and the other over your lips, his eyes pooling with tears in a mirror of yours, “I leave all of it out there.”

When you blinked, a tear rolled down your cheek and along Baxter’s warm hand.

“Your love is a privilege, Y/N. And I carry it with me in such a sacred place that sometimes I push it too far away because I’m so scared of losing it—of coming home and seeing you look at me the way you did tonight.”

Baxter’s eyes roamed over your face and you reached up and grasped his hands. As you pulled them away, you kissed his palms before you threw yourself into his body, hugging him tight.

He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed, almost enough to hurt but you didn’t care.

He was home.

He was safe.

And at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered. Those other things, the little things … well, they could wait.

You pushed back and this time, you took his face in your hands as you angled to kiss him, deep and full of the love he needed.

He kissed you back, deep and full of the love you needed.

#detective cutie pants x reader #detective cutie pants #detective baxter #Rami Malek character #little things #angst #but it does have a happy ending #at least I think so

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