#danny falling asleep in random places

[chaoswarfare]

danny falling asleep in random places! part 1

there is no way bro actually gets enough sleep

#danny phantom #danny fenton #funny #technically art i think #doodles #just a funny little guy #he needs a nap #many naps #dc x dp #possibly #danny falling asleep in random places #send me funny pictures and i’ll probably do it for those #really rushed drawings #sorry anyone that sees this lmao

[soapyghostie]

Hey! Absolutely random request, but imagine reader being a tired person that out of wounds and stress they just fall asleep when they're being carried, about to go on a hook. How would the dbd killers(any, really) react?

Like, imagine. Being carried, without anything under legs can already make someone sleepy if they don't have adrenaline pumped through their veins. Plus, i know that having wounds(aka blood loss) can make people very tired.

Since this request it a little vague, I decided to get a little creative with it and wrote some angst because I’m a sucker for angst with dad slashers (except Frank is your big brother in this request). 😭 Hope you enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Danny would be confused at first, bloodlust still kicking through his veins even after killing all our teammates as he carries you, his injured daughter, to the hook (Sorry (Y/N), he’s just doing his job. No hard feelings). He’ll pause for a moment, trying to process the fact that you feel asleep on his shoulder.

As he realizes that you fell asleep due to exhaustion and stress from your wounds, Danny’s demeanor would soften and his parental instincts within him kicks in. He’ll gently adjust you in his arms from being thrown over his shoulder to being carried bridal style, ensuring that you’re comfortable even as he still proceeds to hook you. 

Seeing you in such a vulnerable state would stir up a lot of internal conflict in Danny. He’s torn between his role as a merciless killer and his love for you as his daughter as he hesitates to sacrifice you to the Entity. Danny’s had a lot of bad performances in trials lately and he really needs the 4K. However, to get the 4K he needs to sacrifice you. Of course it has to be you: the Entity is so cruel. 

As to not get punished by the Entity, sadly, Danny will throw you onto the hook. Danny would feel a pang of remorse and sadness. He knows that he’s the cause of your pain and exhaustion, and seeing you in such a vulnerable state serves as a painful reminder of the life he’s subjected you to. He silently reflects on his actions and their consequences. He’ll gaze at your sleeping form dangling from the hook, grappling with the complexities of his emotions and the choices he made. 

Despite his conflicted emotions, Danny remains committed to his role in the Entity’s twisted game. However, Danny’s determination to protect you remains unwavering. He’ll play the Entity’s game and continue this dark path as a killer if it means to ensure your safety as he doesn’t want you to be harmed as a result of his shortcomings… 

The Legion/Frank Morrison

Frank would be initially shocked and panicked to see you, his younger sister, in such a vulnerable state. Despite his tough ‘bad boy’ exterior, he deeply cares about you and seeing you hurt triggers his protective instincts. 

The sight of you falling asleep from exhaustion and stress while carrying you to the hook fills Frank with anger and frustration. He’ll curse under his breath, feeling powerless to protect you and frustrated with the situation at hand. First off, your god damn heavy after going unconscious and, secondly, he has no choice but to hook you due to the amount of failed trials he’s had lately to try and please the Entity. 

Despite his anger, Frank, also like Danny, would feel a sense of inner conflict. On one hand, he wants to lash out at the Entity for throwing her into a trial with him, but on the other hand, he knows he has to get the 4K by hooking you so you end up safe and sound at the survivor camp instead of the agony the Entity threatened to put you through if he didn’t start stepping it up in trials. You’re the reason he has the strength to keep going in this awful, twisted game of cat and mouse. 

Frank would grapple with the feeling of guilt and responsibility for your condition. As your older brother, he feels entitled to preventing you from getting hurt in the first place and blames himself for everything that has happened to you. Despite his conflicting emotions, he would carefully and gently place you on the hook, making sure you're as comfortable as possible given the circumstances. As he watches you sleep on the hook, Frank would have a quiet moment of reflection. He reminisces about y’all’s childhood together and vows silently to himself to do whatever it takes to keep you safe. 

Seeing you vulnerable would only fuel Frank’s determination to perform better in trials. He would be even more relentless in his pursuit of survivors, driven by the desire to protect you from the Entity’s hungry claws. 

The Shape/Michael Myers

Michael would pause, a flicker of confusion crossing his expressionless face. The sight of you, his daughter, falling asleep despite the dire circumstances briefly disrupts his usual relentless pursuit to satisfy his murderous desires. 

Deep within his obscured psyche, a conflict brews. While Michael is driven by an insatiable urge to kill, his parental instincts stir, conflicting with his murderous impulses. This momentary hesitation leads to a brief internal struggle, the likes of which observers of Michael would never perceive. 

Despite the task at hand and the chaos of the trial, Michael momentarily freezes, holding your unconscious body with an eerie stillness. His iconic breathing momentarily ceases, as if he too, like Danny and Frank, were contemplating the peculiar situation. 

In a rare display of tenderness, Michael gingerly adjusts your position, ensuring that you're comfortable even as he prepares to hook you. His movements would be precise, almost caring, as if he’s trying to shield you from further harm, even in your unconscious state. As he gazes upon your sleeping form, fragments of memories flicker through Michael’s mind. Images of you as a child, innocent and untouched by the darkness that now envelopes you both, momentarily soften his gaze, perhaps even cause a subtle twitch at the corners of his mouth – a long-forgotten smile. You are his world. 

Ultimately, the weight of his desire to kill and the futility of his attempts to connect with you wash over Michael. With a heavy heart hidden beneath his iconic mask, he proceeds with the task at hand – sacrificing you to the Entity. With a solemn determination, Michael carries you to the hook, his obsession with killing eclipsing any semblance of any paternal sentiment.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by deadlight #dead by daylight #dbd killer #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #ghostface #the ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface dead by daylight #ghostface dbd #frank morrison #frank morrison x reader #frank (legion) #the legion #the legion x reader #the legion (dbd) #michael myers x reader #michael myers #the shape #halloween 1978 #sophi ghostie writes

[little-pondhead]

Eyes Of The Past - OLD CH. 1

Part 2

[TW: swearing, mentions of death, sickness, and general spookiness.]

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Danny was used to seeing the dead. He was one of them, actually. People have been dying for thousands of years and will continue to die for thousands more. Hearing the whispers of people who should have passed on was nothing unusual, even if it gave him an uncomfortable sense of wrongness.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t like Gotham City.

Don’t get him wrong! Gotham was a lovely place to live; if you were psychotic. But the gothic architecture that never seemed to crumble, the visible smog that settled over the skies like a thick blanket, and the acidic aftertaste the water had were just enough to make Danny uncomfortable as he trekked through the streets. It had just rained, and the random sounds of water dripping off buildings made him flinch. Puddles kept reflecting the surroundings unusually. The smell of wet asphalt was heavy in the air, nothing like the freshness of Amity’s rain.

He felt itchy and weird in his skin, like something was trying to burn it off. It was just past three am, and Danny had just gotten off his split shift at some high-end nightclub. The Iceberg Lounge, or something like that. He’d gotten a job as a busboy since he was too young to work as a bouncer or bartender. Honestly, he was lucky they let him have a job at all. He took every shift he could, sometimes going over the legal limit of what a minor was allowed to work.

His boss allowed it, however. On a few conditions.

Listen in on the customers and report anything interesting to management. Danny was tiny, way too small for his age of sixteen. But he was great at making himself unnoticeable, which allowed him to keep his ears open for exciting deals and whatnot that were going around. He didn’t feel good about the work, but it kept food on the table. So far, the worst he’s reported was a plan to move against Red Hood and his gang. It wasn't ideal, but Danny could put up with the prying eyes and greedy hands so long as he got paid on time.

Oh, but the dead? They were so much worse.

The dead always noticed him. And they always talked to him. He could barely think straight with all the ghouls, specters, shades, and other souls that always clamored for his attention. Gotham’s dark atmosphere bred hundreds of angry souls who refused to move on until their business was finished. But without a steady source of ectoplasm or a natural portal, most of them stayed as shadows of their former selves. They stuck to the city's underbelly, brewing in anger and making the town sicker than it already was. Some of them, the stronger ones with a real bone to pick, chose to haunt the living, clinging to a person’s back and leeching off their life energy. Those were the ones Danny had to deal with the most in Gotham.

It was horrible. Everything was just so sad and angry! The city had a lot of fucked-up people living here, and the worst of them had so many shades sticking to them. They all wanted something. It made Danny feel like he was always having an allergy attack. The city just messed his senses up in the worst way possible. Danny would gladly be living anywhere else if it wasn’t for his need to hide and survive.

Kill them. Danny shivered as he turned a corner, and a shadow reached out to stick to his shoulder, whispering filthy words into his ear. Kill them for me. He brushed the spirit off, ignoring their hiss. His back ached, and his head throbbed. Danny just wanted to climb into the shit hole he called home and fall asleep on the thin futon he’d shoved into a corner.

So he did.

Danny climbed the rickety fire escape up to his apartment as quietly as possible (the main staircase was out of order) and shimmied himself through the broken window that never opened all the way. His backpack was stored under his futon, in the floorboards, and he collapsed without changing his clothes.

Maybe tomorrow’s shift will be better. He thought, closing his eyes.

…

It was not better. His next shift was as shitty as all the others.

“Take this to the east balcony on the second floor.” Danny’s supervisor for the night, Tamia, shoved a heavy tray laden with beer bottles and fancy cocktails into his hands, pointing vaguely to the staircase he’d have to use. It was only thanks to Danny’s ghost strength that he didn’t collapse under the weight.

“Isn’t that where the boss is?” He asked, squinting past the bright lights, barely making out the short outline of Oswald Cobblepot as he talked up some rough-looking characters.

Tamia nodded, distracted. She was already back to whipping up complicated drinks and barking orders at the other servers. “Yeah, so don’t fuck this up. In and out, ya hear?”

“Got it, Tam.”

She waved him off, and he began the rough journey to the second floor, skirting around the edges of the packed tables, avoiding the odd penguin, and taking careful steps up the staircase, floating just barely above the floor to make sure he didn’t slip. Guests and other workers ignored him, but their shades reached out, caressing him in a way that made him want to squirm. He couldn’t shake them off, not while he was carrying the tray.

She killed me, one whispered as a lady dressed in diamonds passed.

I was drugged, said another when a burly older man walked by.

Danny pressed close to the walls as a group meandered on by. My teddy bear! A little girl’s voice cried out, and he couldn’t tell which of the group it was coming from. He took my teddy bear! I want it back!

I can’t help you, he thought viciously, trying to charge the air around him with hostility. It was difficult. The humans would pick up on it if he harshed the vibes too much. Too little, and the shades would ignore it. A nearby penguin squawked in alarm, but the spirits backed off, so he counted it as a win.

Finally, he reached the east balcony. The thick curtains were closed, but his sharp hearing still caught a few words through the club's noise. Something about the gang war Red Hood had prevented (the one Danny had reported on.)

But it wasn’t his job to worry about that. He wasn’t a hero anymore. Instead, Danny politely knocked on a pillar holding the curtains up, waiting to be let in.

The conversation quieted. “Who is it?” asked his boss.

“Drinks, sir,” Danny replied simply. The curtain was let open, and by the Ancients, Danny wished he’d never taken this job.

The balcony was brimming with the dead. It reeked with the heavy stench of death.

He suppressed a cough, clamping his mouth shut as he passed out drinks. His hostile aura was drowned out by the sheer amount of spirits clamoring at each other, practically at each other’s ghostly throats. Some of them had real definition to their features, telling Danny that this was not a group to be messed with. One of the spirits was on the verge of gaining its own consciousness, dripping a familiar green Danny had come to associate with his rouges. The spirit's burning eyes turned to him, and Danny was overwhelmed with the scent of rot rolling off it. It made him feel sick to his stomach.

He started to pass out drinks, suppressing the urge to shiver as hands gripped at his face, his clothes, his arms, his everything. The shades had noticed him. They clamored around him, filling his head with white noise. It was horrible.

Mr. Cobblepot eyed the boy, noticing how his newest employee had tensed up and gone noticeably paler in the presence of his guests.

The kid had practically folded in on himself as another aide swept aside the curtains. His hands trembled just barely, and he refused to meet anyone’s eyes straight on, instead looking past their ear or at their foreheads. He also noticed how Red Hood, sitting directly to his right, had gone stiff when the kid entered the room. The crime lord wasn’t showing his face, but he could still see how Hood tracked Danny’s movements like a hawk, tensed like he was about to leap out of his chair and assault the kid. Danny, for his part, had clamped his mouth shut and did his duties diligently and quickly, seemingly not noticing Red Hood’s attention on him.

Everyone began murmuring again, continuing their conversations now that they had booze to loosen their tongues. Mr. Cobblepot took a tentative sip of his fancy cocktail, non-alcoholic, of course. He couldn’t have his thoughts inhibited while in the middle of a business deal.

The kid was in and out like a ghost, barely making a sound as he slipped past the curtains once more, tray clutched to his chest.

“Who was that?” Red Hood finally tore his attention away from the kid’s retreating back and turned to the host of the evening.

Mr. Cobblepot waved him off. “A new hire. Don’t worry. All the paperwork is in order; he’s not here illegally.” Lies slipped off his tongue like honey, and luckily, Red Hood was too distracted to notice. “Now, let’s get back to business, shall we?”

Danny practically ran down the stairs and back into the kitchens. He barely had time to shove his empty tray into Tamia’s hands before he slammed the back doors open and heaved the contents of his stomach out next to a dumpster.

Ancients, that was horrific. Danny knelt there for a few moments, dry heaving some more until his stomach was well and truly empty. Acid burned the back of his throat.

“Holy shit Danny! What happened?” Thin hands clamped down on his shoulders, making him flinch. The touch softened, and they started rubbing circles on his back instead. It was Tamia, no doubt having run after him when she saw his pale face.

Danny shuddered and shook his head. “Sorry.” He gasped. “I think-I think I’m allergic to something they were wearing.”

“Fuck.” Tamia cursed softly. “If I get you a drink, will that settle your stomach?”

“Probably, yeah.”

His (totally awesome, reminded him of Jazz) supervisor stood up decisively. “Then I’m getting you some water.” She told him. Two wispy shades curled around her neck, chittering at him with anxiety. “Sit out here and take some deep breaths. We’re short-staffed tonight, so I’ll send Mia to the balconies instead. We can’t afford to send you home.”

“And I can’t afford to miss a shift.” He joked. His heart wasn't in it.

Tamia turned and opened the back door. “Well, if you’re already cracking jokes, you’ll be back to waiting tables in no time~” She cackled over her shoulder.

Danny smiled at her retreating back. Tamia was a nice person, and he didn’t meet many of those these days. She was tall, with dark skin and a wit to match Nightwing’s. He’s sure she was only looking out for him because he reminded her of her two younger siblings, dead from a house fire a few years ago. (If he had to hazard a guess, the two shades that clung to her with such desperation were what was left of those very siblings.) It was fine. He’d take any pity he could get.

Coughing slightly, Danny leaned back on his heels and looked up, trying to see past Gotham’s cloud cover. Instead of stars, he saw two white eyes narrow at him from the top of the building. A dark mass writhed above the eyes, making the figure they belonged to blend in with the background. Danny yelped in surprise and fell on his butt. When he looked up again, the eyes were gone.

Well, shit.

Danny scrambled to his feet and tore open the back door, almost running into Tamia, who had a bottle of water in her hands. “Tam!” He blurted. “Get the boss! The Bat is here!”

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[Pretty short cause I gotta skedaddle off to work. This is a planned fic that will be pretty short, and I'll link the next part below at a later date. Hope you enjoyed it!]

#danny phantom #dpxdc #pondhead writes #eyes of the past fic #not beta read #no beta we die like danny #ooooo spooky #can anyone guess what's happening? probably #currently squinting at the screen rn cause i have no glasses on #maybe bad fenton parents au? #idk may not mention them #angst #i just decided that have fun

[roryzlittles1ut]

Pt:2 of how different Rory roles would react to you sitting on their lap (idk if I forgot the title of it already-)

Willie

He’d let out a quick whimper as he’ll blush deeply. He would immediately place his hands up, like a small puppy dog. He would be very confused, and very flustered. He didn’t expect this from you at all, so he would just stare at you in confusion. He can’t deny he didn’t like it, he loved it.

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Euronymous/Øystein Aarseth (Rory Culkin)

He would be a bit startled, not too much though. He’ll smirk a tiny bit and place his hands on your lower abdomen and lean back, humming softly. He would trail his hands up and down your body as he bounces his leg up and down.

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Clay Roach

He would stir in a confused manner, looking around. Then, he would shrug and rest his head against your back and start falling asleep, snoring loudly as he mumbles your name, or random things. (You’re his little cuddle buddy :3)

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Jack Thurlow

Jack would put his cigarette down in his hand and tilt his head to the side in a confused manner, then flash a tiny smile. He’d giggle a bit and lean against you, wanting some comfort.

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Chris Kenton

Chris would blush a bit with a tiny giggle. He would wrap his arms around you gently and caress your shoulder with his thumb, stuffing his mouth on your shoulder (not biting). He’d take a deep breath and close his eyes, starting to mumble some sweet nothings to you.

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Clyde

He’d take the weed out of his mouth and look at you with a very confused, to the point where he’s probably stuffing his face in yours. He’d blush a bit and shrug, then put the blunt back in his mouth.

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Marcus

He’d blush a bit and shrug it off, rubbing your hips with a tiny smile. He’d giggle a bit and sigh. Marcus would lean against you and take a strawberry, chewing on it kind of loudly to break the awkward silence.

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Daniel Cooper

Danny would whimper quietly in a repeated way, blushing as he looks down at the floor awkwardly, then back up at you. He’d flash a shy smile and look away, putting his hands to the side. He didn’t know where to touch you, so he didn’t want to be a perv either.

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Clement

Clem’s eyes would widen as he’d freeze. He didn’t think you’d like him like him like that, but he didn’t hate it exactly. He’d giggle a tiny bit and cling onto you, closing his eyes.

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#rory culkin #i love him sm. #pls give me a chance #he’s so pookie #he’s so silly #i love him #he’s so cutie patootie #fill my pussy #i love my baby boy #bookie bear

[lukabitch]

Danny Johnson x Male Reader

It’s the idea I came up with from this post. :)

Tw: Violence, blood, reader is stabbed, Danny being Danny.

Working closely with someone you’re interested in was a new and difficult situation. Jed Olsen was a weird dude but the good kind of weird. Whatever it was the charm he had was working wonders on you. He made the days at the gazette a little more interesting.

“So what do you think?” The sudden question broke your inner thoughts. Jed would always insist that you proofread his articles for him. You were always good at catching spelling errors for him. You shake your head and give him a sweet smile.

“It’s perfect I didn’t catch anything.” He smiled at your words. You felt a weird sense of pride about that. Maybe it’s because you’re the one that made him smile. “Is staring really necessary L/N?” Shit he caught you staring that’s embarrassing.

“Oh sorry you’re just very nice to look at.” It didn’t really hit you that you had said that. He laughs and leans in getting a bit closer. “You can take a picture you know?” His tone was very cocky but still light hearted. You leaned back in your chair wanting to be anywhere but here.

“Well I didn’t want to be rude besides you’re better to look at in person.” You were screaming internally but kept a calm demeanor. “You’ve got guts I’ll give you that. Maybe I’ll see you off work hours.” The wink he shot you sealed the deal. All you could feel was pure and utter bliss.

The day ended sooner then you expected but you had high hopes. You did live on the same street after all and it wasn’t uncommon for Jed to come over. Getting home felt faster then usual maybe it’s the excitement.

Walking inside you soon realized that your small house was a total mess. You need to clean this before anyone comes over. Throwing away empty boxes and random plastic bags was a good start. The house was a bit stuffy so you opened the widow in the kitchen a bit.

It was about 8pm when you finished cleaning the house and you were tired. You walked into your bedroom it was the one part of the house you didn’t clean. No one is really allowed in your room anyway unless it was for something important. Either way you laid down and hugged the blanket falling asleep quickly.

It seems you forgot to close the widow and someone else had noticed it. Danny had you murder planned out for weeks going over every little detail. You weren’t his usual type of victim but you were the perfect man to make the police bug off Jed’s trail. Now seemed like the perfect time and you had made things easier for him.

He slipped in easily hoping down from the counter with a small thud. He knew the ins and outs of your house very well. He crept over to your bedroom and opening the door slowly. There you were sound asleep you looked cute like that. A wicked smile graced his lips he certainly was going to enjoy this.

He walked quietly as to not wake you. With his knife firmly in his hand he used the other to push your head down into the pillow. Immediately you woke up and started to panic but Danny pushed his weight on to you.

You cried out feeling the knife stab into you repeatedly. You couldn’t scream and you could barely breath when suddenly he got up off of you. You could here pictures being taken before whoever attacked you left. Forcing yourself to stay in place until you could start moving was torture.

Tumbling out of bed you started to crawl your way to the phone. You made it to the kitchen and forced yourself to stand in spite of the agonizing pain. You could feel yourself bleeding out while waiting for an ambulance and the blood trail you left wasn’t helping. Starting to black out the last thing you heard were sirens.

Danny had just finished getting dressed after a lovely shower. He knew he would have a hell of a day at work tomorrow. The thought of everyone mourning the beloved sweet boy of the gazette just fueled him. All those thoughts were quickly shattered by sirens approaching. He looked out the window and saw other people doing the same.

His heart sank seeing the ambulance pull in. Hoping into action he walked outside and ran over obviously the police that were on scene stopped him. “Please that’s my friend! I need to see him!” Jed’s voice was desperate and full of worry.

One of the cops were surprisingly kind enough to drive him to the hospital. When he did get there he was told to wait for you to come out of surgery. Eight hours had passed and Jed was fast asleep in the waiting room. He was only distributed by a nurse shaking him awake. “Sir he’s ready to see you now.”

Jed smiled and thanked the nurse before heading to your room. He sucked in a breath and walked into the room. “Jed! I’m so glad your here.” Your voice was still sweat and warm. The smile you gave him almost made him feel guilty.

“Thank god you’re okay! I don’t know what I would do if you…” he trailed off avoiding eye contact. You placed your hand on top of his rubbing it gently. “I’m sorry I worried you but on the bright side I’m going to make a full recovery.” The smile you gave light to the room.

All he could do was smile and laugh at you. Maybe you living could benefit him.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd killer #dbd x male reader #killer x survivor #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #jed olson #danny johnson x male reader #dbd ghostface #this is pre entity btw #if I do a part two the reader will be in danny’s house #for the spicy drama of it

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight -  Jack This Bitch Store UP

For: @gamma-radio-dp @mr-lancers-english-class

Is he locked inside a building or is the building locked up with him

Danny would like it to be known that he did NOT plan this. He just happened to fall asleep in a really comfy spot but at a really inconvenient time, why was it inconvenient? Well because he managed to stay asleep till two am inside of the upper toilet paper shelves in a grocery store… a grocery store that doesn’t have a night crew seemingly. This isn’t even an Amity Park grocery store, so it didn’t have any protections against ghosts or Danny. There also wasn’t any security people or whatever, if there was they definitely should have come running when he rolled over and fell off the shelf, taking out the entire thing of toilet paper in the process; Danny landing in a tangle of limbs, toilet paper wrapping, and mangled toilet paper. Danny hand sprung up, readying for an attack before clueing in that this would be a stupid ass place for a random ghost to drop him off at after knocking him out.

So yeah, here he was, ‘locked’ (but not really, he was a ghost after all) in a grocery store, at night, when all the cameras are off, alone… Time to find the pillow basket and jump in. That turns out to be more like quicksand than Danny ever thought fluffy pillows could be; he practically has to swim out of them. Ten outta ten would recommend again. Crawling into the inflated ball bin is almost as good and gives him even more of a sinking feeling.

He’s half tempted to turn on a tv and plug in a console, but he is not spending this time playing a fucking video game. Instead crawling up a shelf on to the top beam separator thingies, running along them and just kind of looking down on everything, it was kinda cool seeing things from this vantage point. Holy fuck so much of this shit is dirty as shit, and there’s some clearly super old stuff up here that is severely discoloured. Ew. But also, why the fuck would they clean up here all the time anyways? What fucking minimum wage sucker would be stupid enough to climb up here, risk their life, and clean this for less money than what two goddamn tacos would cost.

And then he finds a boom box? Why was there a boom box hidden up here? Ah fuck it, who cares, he has a phone and a phone connects to Bluetooth and the boom box has Bluetooth, meaning Danny can ‘crank those jams’… fuck that was the cringiest thought he’s ever thought, holy fuck. So anyways, music. Aggressive phunk mixed with meme music mixed with TikTok remixes mixed with overtly political shouty punk. It’s very loud and he loves it, he also jumps off of the top area and makes a beeline for the ‘employees only’ door. Immediately jumping into the black garbage bin and pushing around with his arms like bumper cars and knocking more than a few things over. He absolutely winds up smashing it into the side of a pallet jack so hard the thing flips end over end and sends him sprawling on the ground.

Okay fuck that pallet jack, he’s taking it and he’s going to smash it into something. A wall? Some food? Shitty overpriced chocolate? A shelf to see if the things tip over easily? Well okay that last one might, might, get him arrested or something. Maybe. Pah, as if they could ever hold or catch him. He crashes it into the fish bin, the kind made of hollow plastic and just has fish resting on a thin layer of yummy ice that everyone secretly eats as they walk by but doesn’t admit to. He hopes that jack stinks like fish for days. Fuck that pallet jack, and considering someone wrote ‘piece of shit’ on it clearly the workers agree. So there, he’s doing them a favour, not totally destroying property. And the fish was smelly and probably old; he absolutely slips and falls on his ass when he steps on some of the fish juices, though.

He grabs those Covid social distancing divider things, sticking them under his armpits and stomping around with the metal feet; it’s a surprisingly fast mode of transportation. If the place was closing down and they decided to hold a ‘most unsafe method of destruction’ contest to help tear the place down then Danny might just be a winner; he was totally fucking up a few floor tiles. Heh. He crashes himself right back into the pillow pit, his face smacking into the metal cage making the landing less soft than he really intended it to be; and when he moves to pull back from it the whole damn thing tips over, it’s a bit of a bitch to crawl out of.

He then meanders his way to the fake wines, cracks one because hey, if they’re going to charge twenty fucking dollars for a bottle of fake ass wine then he should be able to steal it. At least acting drunk is mildly fun, and works as an excuse to grab all the bouncy balls and release them like he’s setting free demon spawn about to ruin the world, “go and rule!”. It’s stupid and silly but that’s the fun of it. An excuse to be a mischievous spooky boi, to terrorise a place a little without actually scaring people or being too weird in public. That and it was just plain old fun.

He finally manages to set off the security alarm by ‘riding’ the blades of the ceiling fans and shrieking like a banshee; he might have broke it. He would still like it to be known that this wasn’t his fault in the slightest… and alarm blaring barely audible over his killer music didn’t change the fact that he feels actively better than he did yesterday. Causally haunting a grocery story for the win.

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When security showed up they were extremely confused. There’s clearly been a break-in, except who or whatever did said breaking-in seemed to just run around messing things up. There’s ketchup smeared on multiple TVs, a couple of the security people caught the end of the weird grating music, somehow a ceiling fan got mauled, there was balls and pillows everywhere, multiple isles stank of wine, and all the fish was garbage; what most were really confused about was how the fuck a goddamn pallet jack got inside the trash compactor??? The fuck???

End.

Prompts: Danny at the grocery store at 2am, what crimes will he commit? and Danny is a Creature and loving it.

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[babyitsmagic]

SLEEP HABITS

NAME: danny

RESIDENCE: cheap apartment

TYPE OF BED: ikea-ass twin bed bc budget, yo

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: he runs hella cold so like. it's a nest. probably sleeps with at least three.

NUMBER OF PILLOWS: way more than someone his age SHOULD use but he does all the posture nonsense bc he's usually p sore from all the fighting and whatnot

TYPE OF CLOTHING: baggy t-shirt and sweats mostly

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: if he's dating someone, it's happened, but he tends to stay at their place

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?: depends on the person? mostly no tho bc it lowkey stresses him out to know he might have to sneak out for Ghost Business. he does better if the person knows his secret.

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?: absolutely not. between camping trips in his Youth and just being exhausted constantly, dude can drop anywhere.

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP?: patrol, usually, if it's an option. easy to burn off restless energy that way.

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES: lmaoooooooo. good dreams are usually about Space. bad dreams are memories of nastier fights -- things like meeting his future, evil self (and the constant worry he'll still become that version of himself) or the time he was mind-controlled or his death or... boy's been THROUGH it.

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS: both? depends on what's happening in life tbh. he's not great at taking care of himself tho so sometimes he just Does Not Sleep and then it's mostly naps.

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP: again, depends on what's happening in life but usually like... way late at night into the late morning. between ghost patrol and college classes his sleep schedule is wrecked.

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP: it's not hard to wake him tbh. the ghost sense'll do it, random noises, someone talking.

EARLY OR LATE RISER: mostly late. see: ghost patrol.

Tagged by: @byanyan Tagging: you. do it. tag me. i wanna see!!!

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Can someone make a fic where "Brucie Wayne" gets so angry, that his true personality is shown before Gotham's high society?

359 notas. Fecha de publicación: 27 de mayo de 2022

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Crazy Idea #2

Special Report on "It Happened in Gotham", his news video blog about this dark city...

...On the night of yesterday and less than 24 hours after his escape, the Joker was arrested during an attempted hijacking of a Night Bus.

Both in the security video, as well as in the transport passengers, the facts of how the Villain together with 4 heavily armed henchmen have been described, they intercepted and boarded the bus in the suburbs, they proceeded to leave the driver unconscious, they took hostages the passengers and drove the bus towards the docks.

As for the passengers, they were terrorized at gunpoint and knife to make them remain still and silent in the middle of the transport.

And it is here where the kidnapping proceeded to break the norm, since it was discovered that at the bottom of the bus there was still a hidden passenger, said passenger was sleeping with headphones and lying on 2 of the seats, according to the police report, it was the music that came out of the headphones which betrayed the existence and location of the 20-year-old.

Noticing the sound, it was the Joker himself who proceeded to look for him and discover the sleeping passenger, and immediately proceeded to wake him up, with the obvious purpose of damaging him; but the young man did not react as everyone expected...

According to the testimonies of the other passengers, when the young man woke up and saw the murdered clown, he shouted the name "FreekShow" and punched him in the face and then applied a key that broke the criminal's right arm, dislocated his left shoulder and finally he knocked out the clown from suffocation, before the henchmen reacted the young man yelled something "Clones" and proceeded to take them down quickly and efficiently; and although a few shots were fired at the 20-something, none hit him or the other passengers.

The journey of the kidnapping attempt ended when one of the passengers took control of the bus while the others called 911 to recover their cell phones, as for the young man, as soon as he finished subduing the attackers, he took a seat in a random place and continued sleeping.

During the interrogations of the insider, it was shown that the 20-year-old, who has not yet been identified by the press, subdued all the attackers in a sleepwalking attack, so he did not remember what had happened; since according to his account, the last thing he remembers before being woken up by the paramedics, is falling asleep shortly after getting on the bus to go to his night job at a gas station. An internal source assures that the young man did not believe what he had done, to the point of having to see the transportation security recording to see that what they told him was real and not a joke.

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A group of space slavers have just lost contact with a section of the spaceship...

To be exact, the area where he has the most valuable merchandise...

...including the group of human teenagers they got on their last raid....

When they manage to open the doors of the lost zone, they notice some things... there is no power,  only the emergency lighting in the place... neither can anyone see or hear anything...

they take their weapons firmly and enter the corridor....

just a few meters from the door... it closes and locked...

the speakers start to work, playing the song...

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The dead son of Batman

Imagine a JL disaster situation, several heroes are already reported missing or presumed dead, the last one apparently is Batman..

and that annoys his children, especially the last one I adopted...

yep, Phantom enters all ballistic and King of the Dead mode at 100% (gigantic, that the mere presence of him is enough to instill terror in anyone)...

he ends up defeating the bad guy in turn and leaving a wasteland of destruction...

but surprise, surprise, Batman comes out in the middle of the rubble, He's alive!...

And Danny just goes back to normal and goes flying to hug him while he screams "Dad!"...

but surprise, everything that happened ends up recorded in the international news....

And what do you say:

how would the world react?

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Crazy Idea #1...

Danny ends up transformed into a baby by Youngblood and Ember...

after defeating both of them he ends up discovering that the effect of the transformation will wear off over time, so Danny, Jazz, Sam and Tucker create an alibi for the week and end up spending it in Danny's new Lair for a much needed redesign... ........

Meanwhile, some members of the Justice League along with Constantine are trying to stop a cult from summoning the Ghost King... and while they managed to stop all the cultists, they couldn't stop the activation of the ritual so they only have to watch and prepare for what's coming....

after a series of flashes, lights, flames and ice everything returns to normal with the only difference being the small mass of starry sky that is now in the middle of the summoning circle... when reviewing it they notice that it is a Frasada and below it is a sleeping baby... a baby with white hair, bluish skin, elven ears and a small crown floating on his head....

So everyone comes to a conclusion...

the ritual went wrong, and they ended up kidnapping the baby prince of the dead...

now the JL together with Constantine have to find a way to return him to his house before the King comes to invade the planet looking for his son...

meanwhile Danny has had the best rest for months, so he keeps sleeping...

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[christanbrowneyedgirl]

This is a short fanfic I wrote a while ago for Ectober and never posted for some reason, enjoy!

Ectober month 2021 Day 21-Relic.

Sam froze, Tucker froze, Jazz froze, the whole town froze, and Danny just kept walking down the street towards school.

Danny had been up almost until his alarm last night and the night before and the night before that, fighting random ghosts that refused to stay put and all that meant that he was tired, groggy, and slightly delirious that morning. Which meant that he totally missed the heart aching silence that had swept the world, that meant he totally walked straight past frozen people and animals without giving them another look, and that also meant that Danny was totally only wearing pj pants and a dark brown hoodie on the cold October morning.

He continued down his path towards school with his shoulders hunched over as he stared at his feet and tried to not fall asleep where he stood….he was mostly successful.

Danny looked up at the sky once, just to stare at the sparkling twilight darkness that was still covering Amity like a blanket, and though he noticed the unusual silence…..he passed it off as a thick hoodie and the unfairness that parents could sleep later than teenagers like him could. And he continued on his way.

Danny made it all the way to the front door of the school and pushed the slightly heavier than normal door open, mistaking the little ring it made as the warning bell for first period. That got him panicked, but he could barley pick up his pace. He skipped his locker all together and entered Mr Lancers classroom, mumbling a quick good morning to a frozen in place Lancer, not looking up from his feet as he walked to his desk in the back. Mumbling a apology as he brushed past a frozen Mikey before plopping down in his seat, and promptly falling fast asleep.~

A large glowing portal suddenly opened in front of Mr Lancers desk revealing a ghost with blue skin, red eyes, and a clock in his chest floating through the portal at a leisurely pace, heading straight towards a passed out Danny Fenton. A small smile graced the cold lips of the normally so stoic master of time when he laid his eyes in his passed out adopted son as Danny suddenly shivered in his sleep when a blue puff of breath left his open mouth, not even stirring him from his well deserved slumber. Clockwork slowly floated over to the boy and carefully picked him up in his arms, prompting the still mostly asleep Danny to curl in closer to the sound of his vibrating core and the coolness of the elder ghost. This made Clockworks core give a little purr as he smiled down at the young halpha he had sworn to care properly for and floated over the two heads of frozen Mikey and Dean, floating carefully back through the swirl of green and purple leading to an equally as frozen ghost zone.~

~Danny didn’t wake up until almost fourteen hours later, feeling the most rested he had ever felt since his accident. He slowly opened his eyes with a huge yawn before suddenly sitting up like a shot, blue eyes growing wide as he recognized the pale green and blue walls and various star themed clocks here and there as his room at Clockworks. He looked at his cracked watch and saw that it was 7:30 am, he jumped up in a hurry, noticed his less than school worthy apparel, and transformed into phantom before you could say ‘going ghost’.

He flew through the large clock tower and headed straight towards Clockworks viewing room, only to freeze in the air at first sight of the room. All the normally vibrant and moving screens were frozen, just like the clocks around the tower as Danny suddenly felt the still silence settle all around him, sounding like nothing and making him feel deaf and close to being crushed under all the weight of the silence, when his ghostly body suddenly shivered all the way through his spine to his mouth where he let out a puff of pale blue air. He immediately began to hear the ticking of a really slow clock behind him and whipped around to see his guardian ghost almost directly behind him. Danny floated back a bit and before he could even get the words of his question out, Clockwork kinda answered him in his own Clockworky way.

“The relic Danny, my time medallion inside of you has given you this ability. Now, I think that you have had plenty of sleep and need to get to school young halpha.” Clockwork didn’t even wait for his answer before a smirk overcame his blue face and he snapped his fingers with his words echoing around every earth and every timeline.

“Time in.”

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[caravelmp3]

UNDER THE CANYON MOON

pairing: josh kiszka x female!reader warning(s): mostly fluff, just brief mentions of alcohol and sex  word(s): 2k note: hi hi hi !! this is just a little something i wrote up the last couple of days with the inspiration of light my love, canyon moon by harry styles, and the interview where josh talked about road-tripping the u.s. last summer <3 i don’t write one shots often but let me know what you all think bc i might shuffle some more out soon lol. hope you all enjoy !! :) 

The Los Angeles sun was hot, beating down onto the city basking in its late-summer hues. You parked your car on the street in Silver Lake and carried a bag of food and drink tray to the door of a recording studio, more than prepared to be swarmed by hungry boys who had been cooped up in the studio since five a.m. on the dot that morning. They had a breakthrough the night before with a new song, and after getting home and going to bed for a few hours, the creative juices started flowing again and they were back in the booth. 

A windchime on the door sang as you pulled the door open and walked inside, greeting their manager who was at a table by the door. 

“The boys here?” 

“Down the hall,” he nodded, pointing a finger in the direction of the hallway. “They’re more rowdy than usual so be prepared,” 

You laughed and turned down the hall, walking towards the studio. The walls were decorated with memorabilia of rock and roll greats and record plaques, and among them, you spotted a picture of the four boys with their Grammy award. It seemed like time had passed so quickly. They won the award for the first album and they were already working on their third, shooting them further into stardom. 

“Coffee’s here!” You shouted in a really bad New England accent when you noticed the recording light was flipped off above the door. 

You stepped into the room to a chorus of cheers and “thank god you're here”’s that made you laugh while sitting the food and drinks down on the table and they all rushed over. You handed out the specific orders and pointed to which drinks was theirs when they got handsy and tried to grab everything from her out of both excitement and some desperation for caffeine. 

“Our savior,” Jake said, reaching out and grabbing your shoulders to give them a gentle shake before taking the coffee you were holding out to him, and then you handed Danny’s to him, too. 

“Just the coffee girl here,” 

“Well, you’re a little bit more than that,” Josh said, walking over to the table to grab his full cup. 

You pressed a hand against the table, leaning over to him. “Just a little?” 

“A little bit,” he shot you a wink before swiftly pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You were more than just a “little more” than the coffee girl, you were typically their designated drunk driver, the one who took all of their candid photos, the mediator in times of need, and well, the girlfriend of the lead singer, too. 

Everyone in the studio took their food and drinks and scattered among the seating area in a break from recording. Instead of one tiny room with all of them cramped together, they had a wide open space with booths for the different instruments and bean bag chairs and big comfy, velvet sofas, and there was dim lighting with deep toned rugs that gave off the vibe of a more relaxed feel rather than the fluorescent-light, tiled-floor feeling that made them feel rushed and confined by rules they didn’t set themselves. 

You liked the studio, too, and often took naps on the sofa while listening to them play instruments individually in the recording booths and while they were writing. One night they had found you at two a.m., bundled up with a blanket on the bean bag chair after they spent the night writing in the front room on the piano, but it wasn’t the first time as you often napped in their Nashville recording offices, too. 

“You guys been busy today?” You asked jokingly while lowering onto the sofa armrest, receiving nothing but glares shot in your direction. “Okay, okay, touchy subject,” 

With a mouthful of bread, Sam pointed to Josh, “Josh finished a song, didn’t you?” He was grinning. 

You hummed in joy and surprise, grabbing Josh’s knee as he sat next to you. “Really?” 

It had been a rough few days for all of them as they tried to shuffle out a few more additions to the new album. It felt incomplete with something missing, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on what it was exactly, so they attempted to bring back and revamp old songs, write and record new ones, but nothing seemed to stick, until now. 

“Yeah, wanted to wait and show you later, but someone can’t keep his trap shut.” Josh said, pretending to be serious before cracking a smile and taking a sip of his coffee. “Just wanted it to be a surprise,” 

“Well it can still be a surprise, I’m surprised now,” you said. “Can I hear it? Or read what you got?” 

Josh nodded and stood, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. There was a little recording room fit with a piano inside, his writing journal placed on the music stand where he had scribbled notes and keys and melodies in pen. He picked it up and handed it to you. 

“Nothing seemed to click until last night, when I started putting it together.” He said. 

“Is that why you wouldn’t tell me what it was when you all got back to the house?” 

Josh shrugged, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, yeah, I wanted it to be special when you first heard it.”

You sat the coffee cup down onto the floor while lowering into the small chair in the corner, holding the journal like it was the most delicate piece of art in the world. In silence, while Josh watched on anxiously, you read the words he had splayed across the blank page. 

     Can you light my love?      Flames glowing bright as the sun      Deeper than oceans you run      Watch as our world has begun 

     Your mind is a stream of colors      Extending beyond our sky      A land of infinite wonders      A billion lightyears from here now

You felt your throat tighten, tears tempted your eyes. 

It was a love song. 

“Josh-” 

“Oh god you hate it don’t you, you dread it, despise it,” 

“Oh shut up, I’m in tears right now, you know I love it.” You looked up at him with a smile and a sniffle. 

His words across the page were sloppy, some cursive, written in different pens of different colors, some lines crossed and scribbled out, others underlined. 

“Your mind is something I will never fully understand.” You told him as he sat down on the chair next to you. “How the fuck did you come up with this-” 

“I was thinking about our trip out here, the week we spent driving out and all of the stuff we did… and how I think I fell more in love with you.” His voice softened. 

You reached out, placing your arm on his shoulder, fingers playing with his curls. “I can’t put it into words how much I love it, how much I love you,” you said, “and you make me sound so lovely when in reality I know I was a pain in the ass that entire trip.” 

“Yeah, but my pain in the ass,” he kissed the inside of your arm. 

Two weeks before the boys left Nashville to head to Los Angeles, Josh called you at midnight with an idea in mind – the two of you renting a camper to drive out to L.A., falling into all of the tourist traps along the way and stopping in random small towns to sleep while exploring the in between, which would definitely beat the boring four-hour flight. And you, half asleep and across the country, agreed. 

It would be fun. Right? 

And it was. Every time someone asked how it went, you called it “the most magical week of my life.” 

While the others waited behind for their flights the next week, you and Josh set off from Nashville, heading west with only the destination in mind and a trusty map in hand. Everything else just came to you both. 

The first stop was three hours in the trip, in Memphis. You and Josh roamed Graceland on Elvis Presley Boulevard and had lunch near Sun Studio before taking in the mementos and relics at the Blues Hall of Fame where Josh talked your ear off, rattling off more details about each band and singer than was on the info-cards on the wall. 

Then it was two hours to Little Rock, falling asleep in the back of the camper after a take-out dinner outside of a random supermarket. Sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of a parking lot, you held Josh’s hand under a blanket and watched the pink sunrise over the hills, and then it was back on the road again. 

From Oklahoma City to Amarillo, you fiddled with the map when Josh got lost after a wrong turn in a small town where he insisted on seeing the giant 66-foot LED soda bottle sculpture, and in the middle of northern Texas, he made it up to you by cooking your favorite dinner. You thanked him in a quiet whisper as you crawled into the bed with him that night, sliding under the covers where he greeted you with warm hands and kisses against your neck that made you squeal with the tickle of his mustache and he grinned against your lips. 

Josh got to choose the music all the way through New Mexico – Neil Young and Crazy Horse to John Denver’s Thank God I’m A Country Boy, and you were only able to squeeze in Joan Baez every hour when you stopped to stretch your legs on the side of the road, belting the words to him while he laughed at your voice cracks. 

And after you both pitched the tent in the Petrified Forest in Arizona, Josh hummed the tune to some new song while you two sat under the midnight stars in the canyon with a roaring fire, his arm around you, his sweatshirt draped over your shoulders. When he tried to start telling you a scary story after you heard a weird noise outside the tent, you blindly hit him in the dark and accidentally hit his nose, causing you both to burst into laughter after the initial panic left. He laughed loudly into your shoulder as you held his face in shock, catching the scent of your lavender lotion, and his body relaxed when the laughter died down, feeling so at peace in his life with you there. 

It was the tail end of the trip, but the excitement hadn’t died down yet. After showers in the camper in the middle-of-nowhere-Arizona and five hours west, you and Josh found a bar outside of Las Vegas that resembled Coyote Ugly, so you both had a round of tequila sodas and margaritas before walking around the small town that evening and sleeping off the tipsy-headaches in the air conditioning. On top of the covers, you looked at Josh napping in the sunshine, cheeks flushed red, curls poofy from the wind, and you felt your heart grow in your chest before falling asleep next to him. 

And then came Los Angeles, the final stop, the dreaded one. But you and Josh didn’t tell anyone that either of you were sad to be back with them in L.A. when they asked, and instead, you two smiled and hugged everyone after piling out of the camper in the drive-way of the Silver Lake house. 

Cleaning out the camper, tossing cheesy novelty t-shirts at each other and laughing at how many socks you two managed to lose along the way and how many bug bites were added, watching the developed clips Josh had filmed of scenes in the desert and you asleep in the passenger seat, you both were nostalgic about a trip that just ended. 

It was so easy, so freeing to just be together on the road, with only the destination in mind. It revealed a part of them that the other didn’t see often, like your tendencies to get your lefts and rights mixed up while giving directions, and Josh’s equally awful sense of direction didn’t exactly pair with the fact that he was a maniac while driving in the first place. 

But those parts were just added to the long list of why you and him loved each other in the first place. So you became the designated driver after Amarillo and Josh stuck to telling you “left or right” for the rest of the time. It was a compromise, another reason why you two worked so well together. 

It was a form of love in itself. 

“We’ll have to drive all the way back to Nashville then, so you can write more songs about me.” You teased. 

Josh rolled his eyes but cracked into a grin a second later. “Let’s not get too carried away,” but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t always mentally reliving the night under the canyon moon.

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[blueberrypossum]

Oh! Sorry! I just thought you did write imagines...but I will tell you my idea...I was wondering how the mud dogs would feel having a kindhearted girl in the group that is a nurse and and each of them (separately) have a crush on her? (can this be a headcannon?) but it’s ok if you don’t do it. I also like your blog and your drawings of ocs! They’re very cute!

Rottmnt Mud Dogz! Headcanons!

If you were the kindhearted nurse of the team and if the Mud Dogz started to develop feelings for you!

( I decided to do this gender-neutral so everyone can get their love from the Mud Dogz! Hope that’s okay!)

Also, anyone can make requests or asks! The reason I don’t really have it placed in my blog is because there are some requests where I just stare and I’m like: I don’t have enough creativity to come up with anything oh heck I don’t want to let someone down. So, don’t be afraid to send anything!

Hope you guys enjoy it!

Loathsome Leonard 

-He didn’t pay no mind to you at first, his group was okay with you joining in seeing that they were going to hurt on most heists so he respects you.

-It takes a long and hard time to get close to Leonard, he’s the leader after all, and he doesn’t want to continue adding people to his group and then see them either leave, die, or backstab them. 

-Of course, he isn’t rude to you, he just doesn’t talk much about plans and heists when you’re around at first and there is barely any small talk between the two of you in the beginning. 

-Until one night he goes off on his own without the other guys knowing and stumbles back terribly wounded and can’t make it back to their apartment, but your place is closer. 

-You were asleep when you heard the strangled yet urgent knock on your door and you quickened your pace when it started to repeat in more rapid strings. 

-You can’t help but gasp at the sight of Leonard, beaten and bloody as if he had just starred in a horror movie and you rush him in, setting him in the chair in your kitchen before gathering your medical supplies you had in your home. 

- In silence you help him take off his shirt and put yourself to work, cleaning and dressing his cuts and gashes, all while handing him water to drink and a towel to play with when the pain gets unbearable. 

“Where are Danny and Mickey? Are they wounded as well?”

“No, it’s only me.”

“Did you...did you go out on your own Leonard?”

“...”

-Your once nice outlook is now casted with anger as you stand and throw the damp cloth you had used to clean his shoulder wound into the trash with such force that it almost startled him.

Almost. 

“You know, for someone who works so hard to make sure his teammates don’t do stupid stunts, you suck at taking your own advice.”

-That causes a surge to burst through him; he had never heard you speak like that before, never spoken your mind with such raw rage. And when he goes to fire something back, your hand is under his chin and shushing him, taking a new wet rag and cleaning a cut that sliced down his cheek. 

-”Next time, just tell them, and me. Trust has to go both ways, and since I trust you -” You tilt his head until he is looking up at you, the first prickle of tension bubbling his skin. 

“You should trust me.”

-And oh he’s hooked now and nothing can smother it. 

-He’s sudden embarrassed and possibly even scared to be around you alone, afraid that his words will slip up or he'll do something stupid in front of you. 

-You’re just so smart and kind, but that more dominant and stronger side of you has caused his heart to beat faster when you enter the room and he despises it. He can’t let his emotions get caught up in the missions and...you deserved better, someone who just wasn’t a lowlife thief. 

-But, he’s warmer around you,  and will actually create a conversation with you about yourself and how you are doing instead of just talking about the next heist. 

Dastardly Danny

-For once, the rat yokai doesn’t have to play doctor in the group once you join the band of thieves. It’s a great change of pace because for one he never went to medical school and only learned to clean wounds just by experience. 

-He would be super intrigued by your understanding of the yokai and/or human body and how to treat and dress each different type of wound. He would probably ask to be placed under your wing in case you were injured or couldn’t make it in time (also to spend time with you). 

-He’s a huge talker with you and would possibly be the one in the group who would fully understand the scientific words you spit out sometimes. 

-Danny knows and understands his feelings pretty well, and once he realizes he has developed an infatuation with you, he falls head first into it. 

-He’ll go to you and make the cheesiest and gooiest jokes that play in with you and your job profession and boy does it make Leonard and Mickey gag.

“I don’t think you can diagnose me because there’s no treatment for being madly in love, dollface.”

“Danny, sit still, you keep reopening the cut!”

-Instead of getting you flowers and chocolates, he understands the expense of medical supplies and you come by to find new needles, clean cloths, and antibiotics all wrapped up and presented nicely with your name on it. 

-After hours of sewing cuts and bending arms back into their sockets, Danny would still crawl over to the kitchen and make you your favorite drink, even if he broke both his legs. 

-Of course, he loves to make you a flustered and stuttering mess, especially during dire moments such as him with a bullet wound and you’re desperately trying to seal the blistering hole. He’ll look right at you and horsley state, “Bleeding out like this doesn’t seem too bad if you keep touching me like dat’.”

-Would def. Give you the nickname doc, nothing will change that. 

Malicious Mickey

-Honestly, you can impress this sweet guy with anything, from knowing what ointment to apply on certain cuts and then easily telling him facts about his internal organs, you make the guy have that astounded look of a child. 

-He probably wouldn’t understand a single word if you explained to him how the body works or why certain medicines only work for certain illnesses and infections, but he will certainly show his wonderment in the information. 

-He would probably start falling for you since you are kind, you place care in his wounds. Not saying Danny didn’t, but you placed colorful stickers on his cuts and then started to bring pieces of candy only for him (for a second, he believed you only saw him as a brother and it worried him).

-Mickey would be the only one in the group to remember the most random facts you have told that shocks everyone, even you. It shows that he listens, just doesn’t understand.

-He would try to make jokes like Danny does when he’s wounded but he’s just so baffled at how fast and calm you work on him that he will just state how pretty you are or how your nose will ruffle up when you’re concentrating on something. 

-Will probably come and visit you at your workplace and you will have to hide him because he’s a literal criminal like jeez Mickey someone can recognize you. 

-When hanging out, he’ll ask certain questions about his specific internal workings and then about Leonard and Danny, and then what were your favorite things to learn from medical school. It feels great for someone to be interested in what you know, and even though you will go into a huge rank about certain things and he just stares at you, you know that he cares. 

-The poor sweet boy would die inside once you two started to date because you got to kiss his bruises and smaller cuts before continuing on to the bigger wounds and he would play with your hair and curl around you after a hard day at work. 

#rottmnt #rottmnt mud dogs #tmnt #rottmnt dastardly danny #rottmnt mud dogz #rottmnt loathsome leonard #rottmnt mud dogz x reader #rottmnt malicious mickey

[rumblelibrary]

Hello, it's me again, your friendly neighborhood... Hungarian?!...👀❤️

Can I request a Sebastian Zöllner fic, where he is a coworker of Reader, and there's an obvious sexual tension, attraction in the office, they sit opposite each other, legs touching sometimes, hands touching... Idunno... Things like this 👀🔥 but nothing happened... Yet...🔥🔥

Never an Enemy [Sebastian Zöllner x Fem!Reader]

Word count: 5k

Warnings: A bad mouthed journalist with strong opinions about art and performance that might offend

Author’s note: Did I let this idea simmer in me for ages? Yes. Did I ever stopped thinking about it? NO.

You hummed softly while the music blasted in your headphones as you made your way up the stairs to the headquarters of the Art Tribune, the art focused magazine you worked for since over a year.

You liked the job even if to deal with artists was hard and the pay check could really deserve an improvement, it was stimulating and surely kept you on the edge. That morning in particular you needed to revise some background stories and just loads of reading to do to work on a new article for an upcoming exhibition. Just the usual fact checking, but you just couldn’t do it at home the day before so you decided to come early and enjoy some peace and quiet at the office.

You arrived at the top of the stairs of the fourth floor with a groan, you told yourself you had to do the stairs because you spent 70% of your life sitting in front of a computer, kind of self care, but brutal. You groaned lightly going straight toward the little kitchen installed for the team when you noticed something in the empty shared room full of desks. It was actually a really nice place with big industrial style windows that let lots of light inside, a very smart environment to work in, with areas where you could relax, free Wifi and loads of facilities. Usually people were put in big desks together, facing each other, trying to push a sort of ‘community feeling’.

Inevitably most of the people created barricades with books, and pictures of their dogs or even empty coffee cups. Yes, all cute and artistic, but do not talk to me.

That’s what also the attitude of the man you shared your desk with on your first day. He whined like a child for twenty minutes, complained he was happy to work alone, followed the assistant of the editor around the office and created a barricade of catalogues between the two of you so thick that you wondered if it was also bulletproof, only to rest his elbows over it half an hour asking if you had the change for the vending machine. Yes, that random man was you colleague and friend, Sebastian Zöllner.

The same that you are witnessing now asleep on the desk, head resting on his crossed arms while a stand of saliva went down on his shirt, wild hair and shoes taken off.

He could be considered an attractive man if he wasn’t a bloody nightmare of a person. You actually worked a lot with him and enjoyed his presence most of the days, your characters folded nicely and you would bounce off his attitude. He was strong on biographies and annoying the shit out of others, so he was always nagging at someone, you included.

You smirked slowly tracing his hair with your fingers, he never looked so innocent and you were always surprised to learn how those messy hair were so soft. It wasn’t the first time you did that gesture, sometimes he did lean his head like this only to be touched like an annoying mewling cat that needs attentions. “Kaffee” He mumbled making you chuckle, such a an annoying brat and he didn’t even open his eyes.

You carried on walking to the little kitchen room to prepare some coffee for you and your desk partner. You shook your head aimlessly as you started wondering why the man is here at this hour and if it was really a good idea to wake him up. To have him awake means to be able to do little to zero.

You watched the coffee get ready, the comforting tune of your morning playlist getting you still on the good side of your mood as you poured the coffee in your mug.

Then you saw it, an arm sneaking in front of you and taking the mug from your hand, you jump scared in a second almost pouring the rest of the coffee on the whole kitchen counter only to encounter Sebastian sleepy figure behind you bringing the mug close to his nose and inhaling deeply the aroma before having a gulp, you stared at him as his jaw clenched, his eyes got a bit teary. “Fucking hot” he whined making you chuckle, he deserved it for stealing it, luckily you were already doing some more for him so he stole your favourite mug but you had some coffee for you left.

You pulled off your headphones leaning them on your neck “No idea you’d be sleeping at the office, weren’t you off on some interview ?”

He shrugged “yeah, well me neither, but interviewing sculptors is always annoying as shit and those are always supersensitive” he said opening the freezer and pulling out some ice cubes from their box and putting them in the coffee mug. “Scheiße!” He cursed as the ice cube landing in the mug caused the coffee to spill onto his white shirt. You pressed your lips tight against each other not to laugh into his face, but he was already pissed off and it wasn’t even proper work time. You watched him lean over the sink trying to wash it off somehow without even bothering to take it off, just adding chaos on chaos.

“Y/N! Do not laugh and try to help me! Beside, the heck are you doing here at this hour?” You rolled your eyes at that comment, but you didn’t indulge him in that request.

“I was just looking for silence”

He nodded like he didn’t believe a single word of it, he was just an asshole and you had to deal with it like it or not. You almost hated how he was so freaking good at writing and that’s probably why many people indulged him. Even you knew his pieces on the magazine and didn’t expect to find out he was so…so Sebastian.

You let out a breathy chuckle taking your mug and making your way to your joined desk letting him wrestle his balance over the kitchen sink trying to get the stain wet and not shower himself in the meanwhile.

You sat down at your spot leaning the mug on side, hands covering your face trying to keep a clear mind letting out a big breath “okay, let’s do this”

You turned on the lamplight on your desk pulling out your laptop from your backpack. As the computer was ‘waking up’ you stared at Sebastian side of the desk compared to yours.

You had like a little citadel of books around you, but it was pretty neat, a little succulent gifted by your friend for your first day at work with the name tag ‘Danny’ on it sitting beside the lamp, lots of pencils and pens of different colours and notebooks to no end. If you had something in common with that beast of a man was that you both still relied on paper for sketching ideas and write down impressions in the moment, then onto the typing.

His side, however, was like a contemporary artwork in itself. Half empty cigarettes packages everywhere, the ashtray filled up, paper inside books and books filled with more papers. Notes everywhere, the damn king of neon yellow post-its, stains of coffee and crumbles of food invert corner, his red laptop showing off like a punch in the eye and his satchel bag always hang or thrown around.

You often wondered if the cleaning stuff just gave up on him. Your lucky guess was that he would probably throw a fit if anything was moved, so everyone just played the blind eye.

He was good at throwing fits.

You watched him come back sitting in front of you, half of his shirt soaked in the attempt to clean it up, he licked his lips picking one empty package of cigarettes looking in it and throwing it away until he found one with still something in it and he lighted his cigarette as he turned on his laptop. You sighed opening the window to let the fresh air not getting you intoxicated.

You went back to sip your coffee and stare at the screen quietly, every now and then your eyes falling onto the little cloud of smoke in front of you.

Sebastian was an attractive man, that was undeniable and you were sure that made him also a successful interviewer even though he was so random and chaotic, when he was silent and collected in thoughts he was indeed a sight to be seen. The dark hair framing his face like he was some cherub, his deep eyes staring into the void of his own words as he typed. He had a sort of decadent look on him.

Slowly the office begun to get filled, people coming here and there to tease Seb about coming early and he just waving his cigarette around asking for silence.

“Zöllner””

The chief editor shouted getting into his office without even turning around. Seb rolled his eyes looking at you as he pushed the cigarette in the ashtray waving his hand around to dissipate the smoke around him before standing up.

“I wonder how he managed to survive few days without shouting my name” he smirked.

You looked at him and mimicked his smirk.

What a chaotic man.

You had finished your reading by then and started to make a first draft of the article you were meant to work on.

“Y/N!!!” Sebastian voice rang through the office making you jump on your seat and he gestured at you to go with him with a big wave of his arm.

You looked at your screen with an helpless sigh, it seems like you will not write that article anytime soon, you’d better just have slept an hour more.

You stood up following that incessant wave as Seb put his hand on your back to get you in a bit quicker.

“Good morning”

You said as the chief editor nodded quietly “Look Y/N, it is a big favour I have to ask you” he begun frankly as you were beginning to get worried “you did your time with silly articles, so I thought it could be interesting to pair you up with Sebastian to go to tonight’s exhibition of Evita Schnecke”

Your eyes went wide as you looked at Sebastian shrug his shoulders.

“I need somebody to keep the horse with tight rains” Mr Megelbach continued gesturing with his pen at Sebastian and then at you “and you will dip your toes in those big time artists environment, but we really need to make sure Sebastian won’t hurt anyone’s sensibility, her interview has been obtained with lots of hard work”

“Yeah, we all know that hard work” Sebastian whispered in your ear earning a glare from Mr Megelbach who handed you a couple of catalogues from that artist and the invitation.

“So, put on hold your current article for today, make a plan with this train wreck and please make sure he doesn’t show up dressed like that”

“That was unneeded”

“All precautions are always needed with you, and now get out of my office the both of you”

You nodded moving out of the office, you were a bit anxious. Those artists were unpredictable just as Sebastian.

You made your way back to your desk with him as you sat down looking at the invitation. “So, it begins at 9 pm” you said almost understanding why Sebastian shouldn’t be allowed to go unescorted because the invitation on the dress code had: Wear something that talks about your soul. Only that could bring Sebastian to have an aneurism.

“I hate that bitch”

“Seb, that’s not a good start for an article”

He smirked as you said so but shrugged

“I mean it, this woman was born into privilege, she portrayed herself to be this underground rebel, but her simple black dress was a Chanel and her everyday boot Balenciaga, so I don’t trust her for a reason”

You smirked as you could agree with that and showed him the two catalogues the boss gave you

“Choose your fighter”

He groaned so loud he could have stabbed his toe and he leaned over his side of the desk picking one from your hand giving a light pinch on your side “teacher’s pet”. You chuckled softly as he always said that.

“Tell me if you read something that it is not about the performer’s way of life” he mumbled opening it in front of him.

You begun your reading and it was indeed the hell pit of a vey spoiled kid who was told to be the greatest since the first day of life, you picked your notebook and opened it taking notes on things that you could ask about.

Sebastian in the meanwhile lighted up another cigarette rolling it between his fingers mindlessly, his eyes looking above the paper at you every now and then among the little curses in German about the stupid things written there.

After some time it was becoming really a torture to read and you leaned your back on your chair stretching your legs forward for Seb to catch one of them among his.

You smirked as you often joked to him he was like some bear trap with those legs always catching yours.

He put his hand under the table bringing your leg up onto his thigh as you shifted even lower on your seat, his hand touching your ankle mindlessly as he had a talent for little massages like that. He did it the first time a while aback, a summer day where it was so hot and humid that you couldn’t feel your own legs.

So it became a little ritual among the two of you. You had many of those rituals, it was like an unspoken collection of attentions. Like you making the coffee in the morning because he was a grumpy ass. Or him always buying you some chewing gum or little treat when he went to buy cigarettes.

“I guess I am not the only one that needs a restyle”

He said bringing you away by the tenderness those little actions brought to you when he pushed his finger in your Vans shoe deepening a hole that you were trying to ignore from months.

“Seb, don’t do it, I wanted to make them last another season”

“Another season? These can’t last the end of the month, no doubt why your sex life is a train wreck”

You frowned at him taking your ankle off his hand to push on his chair making him roll back thanks to the little wheels underneath it, but he held on the desk and pulled himself closer again.

“What do you even know about it”

He looked at you, eyebrows raising up on his forehead

“Y/N, if I was your boyfriend I wouldn’t allow you to leave the bed that early in the morning to go to the office and that’s a fact”

“Oh, and how on heaven could you detain my passion for this job?” “Well, I can write you a list about it, you can consider it a to do list on your next date” His smirk was so wide, he enjoyed to tease you like that, the bastard, he knew to be an hottie and he always acted like half of the world was up to fuck with him.

“Oh please, do it, I want to see”

You teased him and he leaned in elbows on the table staring at you.

Oh the sexual tension with him was too much, you always went down on this hurricane of remarks, always him mentioning how you need more orgasms or implying it, or even implying how good he is at giving them.

“But be careful, because any act should be performed and not only lived”

You said quoting the artist you were reading about and he whined so hard like you really stomped your foot on his balls.

“Horrid witch”

“Me?” “No, that one”

He huffed and puffed picking another cigarette. Sometimes cigarettes just died on his fingers as he forgot to actually enjoy them more than waving them around.

The artist herself wasn’t remarkable, she used themes seen over and over before, she had a background as performer/dancer and she added painting to that, but more than talent she had an amazing marketing squad. You read her story and her commentaries about living like in a poem, which always sounds pretty easy with a big bank account.

You did all you could to stay neutral even if Seb was going down to massacre the woman, you two shared a bundle of two sandwiches (or better say, your brought a package of two and he was skipping his lunch so you just handed it to him) until you decided to get parted and go get ready at home.

That evening you were waiting for him in front of your apartment, when a taxi stopped in front of you and his figure appeared waving at you to come in on the back. His eyes widened in surprise “Well, well, well, look who got all fancy here”

He smirked as his eyes travelled on you shamelessly, the dress was actually one of those you brought ages ago and never used, also to wear heels felt like new, last time you went to a fancy event almost hard to recollect.

“Just move and let me in”

You said chuckling as you looked at him being so elegant when you noticed it, the price tag on his shirt.

“Seb, did you just buy this shirt?”

“Yes, and I am going to take it back tomorrow”

You looked at him puzzled

“What?” He groaned “I suck at ironing stuff”

You looked at him as a little laugh escaped your lips as he told you not to, but it was too late for that, you shifted closer to him anyway helping him to hide that price tag better behind his neck. Nevertheless the white shirt was really fancy and fitted him perfectly.

As you arrived in front of the gallery you sighed and made your way inside.

The place wasn’t crowded but few eyes turned as you got in.

“Would you like some champagne?” A waiter asked and Seb picked two flutes immediately downing one in a gulp on his own as the other was still in his other hand, he put the empty glass on the tray and then picked a third one handing it to you.

“Drink Y/N or you won’t make it to the end of the evening”

You smirked as he was always over dramatic, but indeed the evening seemed to be made for posh people to show off how cool they are.

You spotted the artist pretty quickly wearing a Valentino bright red dress, she surely had the dancer figure and gestures which gave her some kind of an edge.

"She is all yours"

You looked at Sebastian already half way through his drink, giving you that cheshire cat smirk.

"Are you sure?"

"You know I will insult her in a second if she names her dancing background one more time, I saw the videos, she looked like a three ready to collapse on the ground" he chuckled as you smirked shaking your head at his metaphor, but he is probably right, he is too much biased.

"I didn't notice the open back before" he said referring to your dress as he caressed over your skin with his fingertips making goosebumps raise up your spine.

"What? Am I too sexy for your own good?"

"Probably" he commented not losing a beat to answer you. You were taken aback from a moment, his eyes still down on his hand touching your back before raising up to find yours.

Then he took his hand away and pressed the cold champagne glass against it making you hiss "Now go, I'll check this bourgeois art"

You frowned but you just moved away from him. He always did it, he teased you and then made it a joke. You gave it back to him too, it was your relationship, that's how you balanced it.

"Good evening " you said to her with a smile holding your glass in your left hand before offering your right hand to her "I am Y/N, from the Art Tribune"

She went from neutral to smiling in a second

"Oh, I was waiting to meet you" she said leaning to kiss your cheek, surely she was a woman with charm, with a degree of boldness that made her charming and also, you noticed, extremely touchy-feely with everyone.

"We can define this a sort of retrospective of your previous works, I liked to see the evolution of it" you lied, because you just saw the catalogue.

But that was fair enough to have her go on about her, guess what? Past as a dancer, about how she needed to express herself, how she was her own muse and all the stuff you already read.

"What is next for you then?"

"I want to follow my dream, I have always wanted to found a space with my name where people could rent the rooms to perform dances and arts"

You stared at her. For real? Like there weren't other hundreds in the whole city?

"What will keep you apart from all the others that did this before you?"

"Nobody is me" she smirked like it was clear and obvious.

You asked few more questions, but you were sad to admit Sebastian was right. There wasn't art there, there was just profit, selling a name, a brand.

This saddened you because you met many artists that had less than a chance to make it but double the talent of Miss Valentino Dress.

"Y/N" Sebastian warm hand was on your back as you were downing the last bit of champagne "Come, come ,come quick" he said pushing you away as the artist clearly recognised him but he dismissed her with some insult or whatever he just mumbled.

"Seb, I was working, what the hell?"

"Elke is here"

You still didn't understand, you were puzzled as the reason of that anxiety was still unknown to you.

"Like your girlfriend Elke?"

"Put an ex in front of it" he said looking around frantically

"Oh, I am sorry, I didn't know"

"No, me neither, I thought she was just bashing around, she always did" his arm sneaked around your waist pulling you closer "please, act sexy for once"

You were one second from hitting his guts with your elbow when Elke herself approached.

"Oh, I didn't expect to see you here" she said waving her glass around

"Yeah, well I work for an important Art journal if you remember"

"How could I forget?" she groaned looking at you then as Sebastian's hand rested onto your hip. Really? Was he acting like you were his date?

"Hi, I am Y/N"

You said politely to her and she chuckled "Run when you can, this man is a leech and you don't even know it"

She mentioned it almost casually, but you could feel all the poison implied on your skin, Sebastian's hand giving you a soft squeeze, you had never seen him like this before. He looked like a dog that just got kicked, his back hunched over you lightly both trying to protect you and for protection.

"Well, thank you for your advice, I must be a real torment too because we actually have lot of fun together, I like his unpredictability"

You said it from your heart, you didn't want to insult her or anything, but you felt bad for him. Even if he probably deserved it, to be humiliated like this must be hard in any circumstance, in particular in a place where he is supposed to work and being known.

He looked at you a bit surprised, he leaned slowly pressing a kiss on your temple and you smiled because of that gesture so enveloped in that feeling of tenderness.

"Your shot" Elke said clearly a bit annoyed that you as she just moved along followed by a man that must be her date.

"Lets go out"

You suggested as Seb nodded and just followed for once, he held your hand as you guided him and for once he wasn't talking or commenting anything.

As you went out he sat down on the sidewalk pulling out his package of cigarettes taking out one immediately.

"Hey stand up" you said to him as he looked up at you and you snatched that cigarette off his lips "let's go away"

"Where? Don't we have to stay until she gets naked to dance?"

You smirked "No, we have all the material we need"

You took his cigarette away offering him your hand as he picked it and you guided him.

He was silent, which is rare, when he was silent it meant he was upset in some way, he always had a nice comeback line for everything usually.

His head leaned on side like a scolded child as he slowly laced your fingers together.

You walked across few streets, your heels clicking on the cement until you made it to your final location pulling him inside.

"Constatinopole?"

Seb asked looking at the sign, it was a kebab place, your favourite by the way.

"I am hungry" you just said making him lower his head and smile like a kid with cue breathy chuckles.

You ordered for the two of you as he went to sat down putting another cigarette between his lips when the man behind the counter glared at him and he just put it back in the package.

He sat down slouching as you did some small talks with the guys there, you clearly knew them. The soft music from the radio holding the place into a sort of magical aura as his eyes travelled over your naked back once more, the need for a cigarette becoming even more urgent.

You two dressed so elegantly really were so noticeable in the bright lightend place, he smiled to himself thinking it could be a nice painting by Hopper.

You came back offering him his kebab with a soft drink, very thoughtful because he was indeed already a bit high on champagne.

You ate quietly together, it wasn't uncomfortable, your silences were happening often at work and always filled with a sense of common understanding, you leaned your leg up like you always did at the office and rested it on his thigh as you sat sideways beside him. His hand flying naturally on your ankle to give his usual massage, his thumb tracing your skin with imaginary patterns as his other hand held the kebab close to his mouth.

The speaker at the radio announcing next song as Rocket Man by Elton John filled the room with a melancholic vibe. You couldn't help but think the song suited perfectly Sebastian, his being out of this word, out of control.

"Thank you" he said at some point as he tried his best not to ruin his shirt, you looked up at him as he was staring, his eyes telling you something on their own "You have been the best girlfriend I have ever had"

He added with a bitter smile diverting once more his gaze, you smiled back at him, he looked so resigned. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you have never seen him so fragile before.

"I could be"

His eyes darted up to you, his surprise evident as he put down the kebab, the soothing voice of the British singer still giving a dream edge to the moment as he moved closer. You slowly shifted your leg to give him room of movement as his right arm sneaked to rest on the back of your chair closing the space between the two of you.

His lips tasted still a bit of champagne as he pressed them against yours, you kissed him back slowly as his left hand travelled on your thigh pulling you closer to him probably staining your dress because of his greasy hand.

He pulled back almost immediately before leaning onto you again titling his head on the other side. This second time the kiss was more deep, more intense. Your hands slowly cradling his face before pulling back yourself.

He smiled against your lips and you smiled back.

Maybe tomorrow you will regret it like Elke said, maybe not.

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[cleanlenins]

Ectober Day 5: Ouija

Words Spoken at the Witching Hour

Chapter 1

AO3

Warnings: None

“Jack, please don’t get your hopes up. We disproved this in college,” Maddie sighed, flopping into her chair at the kitchen table. She had just checked to make sure that both of the kids were snug in their beds. Danny had gotten into a concerning habit of sneaking out at night. Jack fiddled with the candles on the table, lighting them one by one.

“I know. But now with the portal open, maybe it will actually have a chance of working,” Jack set the planchet in the middle of the board, before turning out the light.

“Ouija boards don’t work, Jack,” Maddie huffed as the light clicked off. The light from the candles was the only illumination. She could just barely make out the thick salt circle around the ouija board, and blinked to try and adjust to the low lighting as well as stay awake. It was well after three am.

“Yes, but communicating with ghosts is a common practice across many cultures. It was all in my great-great-great-great-um-some-amount-of-great grandfather’s book,” Jack said. “Think of it as an archaic version of the ghost gabber.”

“The ghost gabber didn’t work, sweetie,” Maddie said.

“Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained,” Jack grinned at his wife. He thumbed an ectoblaster on the table. Maddie smiled at her husband fondly.

“So, who did you want to try to talk to?”

“The ghost boy, of course!” Jack boomed. “If we can somehow trap him here, it will be so much easier to drag him into the lab.”

Maddie nodded along to that thought. She didn’t believe this would work, but it would make Jack happy to try. Almost all of the things written in the Nightingale journal were nonsense in her opinion. Why would ghosts be afraid of random flowers? The man also went on about witchcraft, which was complete foolishness. Magic didn’t exist. Everything ghostly could be explained with scientific fact.

Even so, she had humored Jack into doing her best on this. She had found an older talking board, one before the commercialization of the late 1800s. One that, honestly, deserved to be in a museum. As she had researched this board in particular, she couldn’t even pin down what kind of wood it was made with. Technically, it wasn’t a Ouija board. It didn’t have the same layout as the popularized version. Instead of using English letters, it used Ogham. It was an ancient way of writing Irish script she had studied back in high school when she was learning more about her family history.

The elderly lady she had bought this from had given her a long spiel about how the board works, what to do to protect yourself from spirits. A lot of it was superstitious nonsense, but Maddie had written it all down anyway. Hopefully, if they followed it to the letter Jack would concede defeat when it didn’t work.

“You ready, Mads?” Jack asked, pulling off his glove. Maddie sighed and followed suit.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Maddie pulled out a sterilized needle. She pressed it into her finger tip and squeezed a few drops into a divot on the board. Jack followed suit, grinning wide. The two of them reached for the planchet, a worn old stone piece that was so dark it seemed to absorb the light of the candles. They each placed only the bloody finger on it, lightly so as not to push it by mistake.

“We invite the spirits of the other side to speak with us today,” Maddie said, trying not to roll her eyes. The candles flickered dramatically. “We wish to speak with the ghost of Phantom. Phantom, will you speak with us today?”

The two of them sat in the dark waiting. The candles continued to flicker, but the planchet on the board did not move.

“Ask it again, Mads,” Jack prompted. Maddie complied.

“Phantom, we would like to speak with you. You can move the planchet to tell us anything you have to say,” Maddie said again. She waited a moment more before huffing. “Jack, I told you-”

The candles all went out. The two of them sat in pitch darkness for a breath before the candles reignited. They glowed with a fell light. Maddie couldn’t describe the color. It was impossible to look at, but left her with the impression of a corona from a solar eclipse. She couldn’t bear to look at it.

“Maddie, it’s working,” Jack whispered, a childlike grin on his face. Maddie swallowed convulsively.

“Phantom? Is this you?” Maddie asked, listening in the room for the characteristic childlike voice of the Amity Park scourge. Instead she felt the little planchet under her finger move, her eyes snapping to the board. It rolled over different symbols before stopping.

“What does it mean, Maddie?”

Maddie tried to parse it out. Ogham wasn’t made for English, but this was only one word and she translated for Jack.

Yes

“Phantom, where are you right now? We can’t see you,” Maddie gulped as she watched the spirit board.

Sleeping .

“Sleeping? How could you be sleeping? You are talking to us,” Maddie scoffed. Of course, the ghost was probably lying. Why would ghost’s sleep?

Dreaming

“So what? This is the equivalent of sleep-talking?” Maddie was getting irritated.

I don’t know

“You don’t know,” Maddie deadpanned. “How could you not know?”

I have never done this before.

“Ask him about why he is in Amity,” Jack prodded. Maddie nodded.

“Why are you in Amity Park, Phantom?”

Amity Park is my home

“You are dead, Phantom. The Ghost Zone is your home, not Amity Park,” Maddie said. She watched the little stone cursor flit around the board.

Amity Park is my home

“We’re not going to get anywhere with that,” Maddie grumbled. She tried to remember some of the questions Jack had wanted to ask.

“How did you die, Phantom?” Maddie asked. The planchet seemed to hesitate, before it slowly spelled out the words.

An accident

“What kind of accident?” Maddie urged. The planchet did not move. She waited a full minute before asking again. “Phantom, what kind of accident killed you?”

I don’t want to talk about this

“Phantom, answer the question. How did you die?” Maddie pressed.

It will hurt

“You’re a ghost, Phantom. You can’t feel pain.”

Wrong. But that is not what I meant.

“What did you mean, then?”

It will hurt you

Maddie blinked and looked over at Jack. Her husband had his brow furrowed as he met her stare.

“How could it possibly hurt us?” Maddie’s voice trembled.

You will blame yourself

“Why would we blame ourselves?”

Because it was your invention

Maddie stopped breathing. She felt a twinge of fear before it was overshadowed by anger.

“Our inventions don’t hurt humans,” Maddie spat.

They hurt Vlad. They hurt me.

Maddie felt like she was punched in the gut. How did Phantom know about Vlad? It’s true that Vlad had been injured in college. And it had been one of their inventions. Was it possible? Could they have inadvertently caused someone’s death?

“Ghosts lie, Mads. No one besides our family had even been around our inventions before the ghosts showed up. And Phantom was one of the first,” Jack said. Maddie took a deep breath.

“We won’t fall for your lies, Phantom,” Maddie said. “We are not to blame for your death.”

I know. It was my fault.  

“So stop evading the question, Phantom. How did you die?” Maddie asked more forcefully. Once more the planchet paused, before it slowly started to move.

The Portal

“What do you mean?” Maddie pressed.

I was inside. When it turned on.

Maddie scoffed at the obvious lie as she translated it to Jack. But the planchet kept moving.

I just wanted to look inside. I tripped over a wire. I hit the button on the inside. The portal turned on. And I died.

“There is no button on the inside of the Portal, Phantom,” Maddie looked up to share a look of irritation with Jack. However, the man was pale as a sheet. “Jack?”

“I-Maddie. There is a button on the inside of the Portal,” Jack’s voice trembled.

“What?” Maddie gaped at her husband. The man swallowed.

“I put it in at the last minute. I thought it would be useful to have a failsafe if one of the kids-” Jack suddenly froze, a horrible expression on his face. “Maddie. Ask Phantom where he is sleeping at. Right now.”

“Phantom, if you are asleep right now, where are you?” Maddie’s voice shook.

In my room

“Where is your room?”

Upstairs

“Phantom...Are you Danny? Are you our son?” Maddie whimpered. The planchet moved once more.

Yes

The two parents sat in horror, staring at where the planchet rested.

Maddie grabbed her gun and blasted the board to ash.

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🍨 for now you see me? I'm an ENFP-T, Gryffindor Pukwudgie, 9w8, and neutral good. I'm a perfectionist with no motivation, I'm pretty selfish but I'm always there to help others. I've got fairly messed up humor and I get angry easily. I have too much to say and I'm very competitive. I'm always tired. The gender for this ship is male please. I play Minecraft a lot and I like to listen to music alone so I don't have to worry about my music being to loud if people talk to me. Congrats on 800! :)

sorry for the shadow & bone spam, I lost all decency when the trailer dropped. anyhow, I’m back on my requests - here’s your vanilla milkshake, but keep a close watch on it, or daniel atlas might just make it disappear...

You met Daniel through your brother Jack when they started working together as the Horsemen

And when you learned that your brother would be working with him, you made it a point to irritate your brother by saying that you were such a fan of the incredible and mesmerizing Daniel Atlas, and that his tricks weren’t mere pickpocket cons

When you actually met Daniel in person, though... Let’s just say things were a little bit different, and that he was... Not exactly like the person you saw on TV

To speak plainly, he somehow managed to push all your buttons and be one of the most irritable people you’d ever met, all while being weirdly charming and endearing

You were driven mad by his smug grins and his cockiness, as though he were the leader of the entire world and not just of his team of magicians

You reminded him often, in pretty heated quarrels, that you didn’t care if he wanted to boss his associates around, but you were not one of his back-up dancers and even less one of his groupies, and he had zero business in dictating what you ought to do

And you two could get seriously intense, so when you argued the other Horsemen exchanged concerned glances and looks that made it clear that they wished they were anywhere but there... but were lowkey kind of enjoying the drama unfold

Cue then Merritt, probably the one who took the greatest pleasure in this literally groundbreaking argument, who would ask for a time out, look at the both of you successively, then smirk - you could practically see him relishing in the interpersonal chaos he was about to cause with his words

“It’s pretty obvious that you two have unresolved tension that neither of you want to admit. Danny bosses you around because he understands you won’t be as easy to charm as the others, and it’s the only way he can pretend you’re his. And Y/N, you could just as easily ignore him, but you always pick up the fight, and for some reason insist on spending time with us despite knowing damn well Danny will be here: seems like no matter how hard you try to convince yourself that you hate him, you don’t, you’re actually very attracted to him, and only argue to save face. I suggest you two sort it out like civilized adults so we don’t have to suffer through all of this every other morning.”

A very, very long silence ensues. Absurdly long. You look at Daniel and he looks at you, and then you both look at Merritt, with anger and horror and something else in your eyes.

“That’s bullshit”

You, Daniel, and Jack all spoke at the same time, but Merritt doesn’t lose his grin

He knows he’s right. He’s always right. After all, he can read minds.

Still, despite your reluctance to admit anything he’s said is true, after the altercation your relationship is more and more cordial

He does card tricks for you and you ask him to do them again and again and again until you can finally figure out the trick, his tell, a giveaway, anything

You even find yourself laughing at some of his jokes, even when they’re terribly bad

Until finally he confesses, uncharacteristically bashful

“Hey, remember what Merritt said? About us? Yeah... he kind of, what was right. On certain things.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“So I suppose we should... sort it out.”

“I guess.”

Exchanged followed by the longest (and best) makeout session you’ve ever had

Jack is a little bit wary of your relationship at first. It’s not that he disapproves of it (he understands you’re a grown-up and can make your own decisions perfectly), but he knows who Daniel is and how unstable he can be, whether that be in his whole demeanor or his feelings for someone

Besides, dating in the situation that they’re in... hunt down by the FBI and Interpol, wanted in every corner of the world, having to travel from country to country every now and then for their shows... they may always be a step ahead of the police, but it’s still risky and he doesn’t want you getting hurt

But Daniel assures him that in the event of you not being able to take care of yourself (which is more than unlikely, but a concerned brother is concerned about everything), he’ll be there for you and won’t let any harm befall you, because you’re the real deal to him

Daniel is also often tired, from working all the time on his shows, performing in front of thousands of people, but also running away from the law and plotting his next moves, so sometimes he just wants to crash, and your arms are the best place to do that

You cuddle often on the sofa, with some random movie you’re not even paying attention to playing in the background, talking about anything and everything until you both fall asleep

And you even let him listen to your favorite music, which he understands is the ultimate demonstration of love for you

You definitely teach him how to play Minecraft, and he’s frustrated at first because he can’t figure out how the game works (he gets blown up by a creeper then dies of hunger in his first two tries), so he’ll pretend he hates the game, but later on he’ll sneak onto the computer and open a creative mode save - and have a blast

“Look, babe, I made our house”

“But it has no roof?”

“Who cares about a roof? It’s got a jukebox wall!”

When he’s carefree and unbothered like that, he almost reminds you of your brother

All in all, despite everything, you’re really glad you met Daniel, because he became your closest friend, confidant, and partner in everything

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Help Wanted - Chapter 10

Masterlist 

Anastasia's POV

The days seemed to go by faster and faster here at the Style's home, as each day goes by the more fond I become of the kids. The more fond I become of Harry. It's been a week since the incident with Kyle, since we made the fort and all fell asleep together in the living room.

Harry seemed much more comfortable with me, his words seemed to be more confident when he spoke to me, more friendly, more.. complimenting. Seems that it wouldn't be a complete morning if I was blushing a bright red on my cheeks from his words.

Harry got a rise out of seeing me squirm from his words, seeing my cheeks flush and bright with every compliment that seeped from his lips. I'm not entirely sure what was going on between us, but I knew that it was a dangerous game I was playing. The weird feeling I get when Harry's around only seems to grow with each passing day.

I sighed as I watched Penelope scribble on her paper, filling it with colors and random shapes.

"Okay Pen, I know it's Friday but we gotta work on letters today okay?" Penelope was very smart, being 4 years old she would be entering Kindergarten next year. She groans and lets her head fall onto the table.

"But it's Friday!!" She complained. I laughed at her throwing a baby fit.

"Yes, but you somehow convinced me to skip letters yesterday. So we have to do it today." I said pointedly. "We've gotta expand that big brain of yours, right?" She wasn't happy, but eventually she nodded her head and pulled out her little booklet that I bought for her to practice writing and learning letters.

"I'm going to get Danny up, you go ahead and start practicing on your own." She nodded her head again, dragging her pencil over the letters on the page. I scuffled her hair a little before getting up and going to Danny's room, waking him up from his nap and changing his diaper.

"Mama!" He cheered, yanking my hair, making me wince.

"Well, that's not very nice is it, bug? Yanking mama's hair?" I glared at him. He continued to giggle as I poked at his belly, tickling him. "Can you say Ana?" I tried, we've been trying to get him to say my name. He can say my name, he just refuses to call me it.

"Ana." He says softly. I nod my head.

"Very good, bud. I'm Ana." This caused him to shake his head. I laughed and scooped him up in my arms, he placed his hand on my face.

"Mama." He said simply. I sighed but nodded my head, giving him a soft kiss to the cheek.

"Mama, it is." When I went back to the kitchen Penelope was still tracing the letters on the page. I smiled at her, knowing that she was actually trying. I placed Danny in his highchair and gave him his snack, sitting next to Penelope again to watch her.

"Wow, Pen. That looks really good." I smiled at her. She grinned at me. "Alright, let's practice our reading yeah?" I turned a few pages to get to the stories in the book. Penelope was rather smart for her age, although she couldn't read words well, she was very good at sounding out the letters and sounds.

"Th- The b.. b.. i.. rd?" She spoke softly, a lack of confidence in her voice.

"The bird." I helped her, she nodded.

"The bird.. f.. fl..ew." She continued to say. I continued to guide her through the words and sentences on the page. With a bit of guidance, she was able to repeat the words after me.

"Hello, my loves." A loud voice echoed threw the house, the kids instantly yelped with excitement, my heart skipped a beat. Harry walked into the kitchen, the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and his hair messily thrown around.

Damn.

I shook my head, trying to rid the perverted thoughts that wanted to creep into my mind. Penelope was out of her seat in no time, running to give Harry a hug. Harry was ecstatic, peppering her face with kisses, then doing the same to Danny who was finishing his snack.

"How was your day?" I asked Harry as he sat down in the seat in front of me. He let out a huff and let his head fall to the back of the chair.

"Exhausting and boring, thank God it's Friday. All I could think about was coming home to you." He said, his eyes widened when he realized what he said, I too was frozen in my seat. "To all of you, everyone. I meant." He stuttered awkwardly. I laughed at his awkwardness and stood from my seat, deciding it would be good if we had a cup of tea.

I placed the mug in front of Harry, feeling a little bold, I leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "Mr.Styles." I let fingers run lightly over his arm as I made me way back to my chair in front of him, I could feel his eyes burning the back of my head. I sat down and smiled at him innocently.

His eyes stared down at me, he was tense. Just how I wanted him.

"Daddyyyy." Penelope whines from beside me. "Anastasia's helping me learn how to read." She smiled widely, showing Harry the letters she traced over. Harry's gaze finally tore away from me and looked at his daughter's work.

"That's very good Penelope." He smiled. "You have better writing than me!" He gasped, a wide grin on his face. Pen giggled beside me and nodded her head in agreement.

"What shall we do tonight?" I raised an eyebrow at Penelope.

"We?" Harry's eyes brightened. "You're not going home today?" He grinned.

"Daddy, this is home silly." Pen scolded him from beside me.

"Yeah, daddy. This is home." I stuck my tongue out at him, childishly.

"Watch it." He pointed his finger at me.

"Anyways, no. I'll be staying here this weekend if that's alright with you?" I tilted my head at him.

"Of course. So then, what shall we do?" He sipped his tea.

"Movie night!!" Pen yelled, causing my to flinch from the volume.

"Another movie night Pen?" I was shocked she wanted another, considering we just had one last week, she just nodded her head next to me.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's make it a weekly thing! Every Friday we will have a movie night together, as a family." Harry stated with a smile. A family. That statement alone was enough to melt my heart. I felt guilty though. Truth is, I'm not a part of this family, not really. Even if I live here.. take care of the kids.. even if Danny calls me mama. I'm not part of this family. I'm just a nanny.

"Sounds good." I nodded. "Do you.. want to change into something more comfortable?" I suggested, gesturing to his work clothes. He nodded, and stood from his seat drinking the last of his tea. I got up as well, unbuckling Danny from his high chair.

"Thank you for the tea, Anastasia." Harry gripped my arm and spoke into my ear lowly. My breathe wavered but I just nodded my head. Harry went away into his bedroom and I let Pen and Danny play in the living room.

"What should we eat tonight?" I asked Pen, already knowing her answer was probably going to be something like the frozen nuggets and pizza rolls in the oven. Just as I thought, she shouted "Dino nuggets!"

"I think we should save that for you snack tomorrow..." I thought. "What about pasta? Spaghetti?" I asked.

"Oooo Spaghetti and meatballs!!" She cheered. I nodded, giving her a kiss on her head before heading to the kitchen to start working on dinner. Luckily, we had frozen meatballs in the freezer so all I had to worry about was the sauce. I liked to make it homemade.

I hummed to myself as I stirred the pasta sauce over the oven, I enjoyed cooking a lot. I hated it at first, solely because I was forced to cook. But eventually it became my escape, it was the only time I was able to be left alone, where I was in control of what I was doing.

"Smells absolutely delicious." Harry spoke, right next to my ear. I jumped slightly at his presence. He was directly behind me, I could feel his stomach press lightly against my back. "You sure do know how to cook, Ana." He leaned against the counter beside me, watching me stir. "Anything I can do to help?" He questioned.

"Hmmm.. Well, Mr.Styles. You could tell me how it tastes." I raised an eyebrow, lifting the wooden spoon up to his head. He grinned at me, slowly opening his mouth and wrapping it around the tip of the spoon. I watched him carefully, studying the way his mouth opened and his tongue poked out a little as he slurped a bit of the sauce. I pulled the spoon away from his mouth before putting it into my own, his eyes never left mine. His tongue poked out of his mouth and slid across his bottom lip.

"Thoughts?" I said, barely above a whisper. His head was close to mine, I could feel his breathe on my lips.

"It's amazing." He said softly. "You're amazing." I blushed at his words, frozen in my spot.

"Daddy! Ana! Hurry!" We were both pulled out of our thoughts, my head fell down to stare at the pot in front of me. Harry scurried off to get the kids ready for dinner while I finished up preparing and setting the table for dinner.

My body was moving but my mind was elsewhere. Was he going to kiss me? We've never been that close before, and yet here I am craving it. Craving him.

We ate dinner rather quickly, Penelope insisted that we hurried so we could watch as many movies as possible. Knowing her, we'd only get into one and a half movies before she gets bored or starts dozing off.

Once dinner was finished, we threw the blankets and pillows onto the floor once again, making the carpet as comfy as possible. This time we put brought out a small bed cushion for Danny to sleep in once he fell asleep. Harry decided that we would start with Disney movies and once the kids fell asleep, we could change it to something for adults.

Just like last time Harry and I sat in the middle, but Danny insisted on being at my side, playing with a few blocks next to me, so Pen cuddled up to Harry. Aladdin played on the screen, but my mind couldn't stay focused on the movie.

Harry's leg was pressed against mine and that alone was enough to make my mind race. I tried to focus on Danny playing with his toys, trying to distract my mind from lingering on the thought of Harry for too long.

"Anastasia?" I turned my head to look at Harry, his eyes panned over my face a few times. "Are you alright? You seem... distant." He said softly. I nodded my head, avoiding eye contact. "Hey, come here." He whispered, pulling me into his arms. I was uncomfortable, but so comfortable at the same time. It felt amazing to be held in his arms. I felt alive. We laid there, he held me in his arms, my head rested on his chest, I tried my best to calm my breathing, to calm my heart rate.

"I'm scared." I spoke truthfully, I was scared that I was falling for Harry. But I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Why? What are you scared of, love?" His voice was filled with concern.

"I-" Words didn't form at my mouth. "To be honest.." I started. "I haven't felt like this in a long time." I sighed. I was being vague, I knew he was confused but he respected me enough not to pry. He was listening, that's all that mattered. "You guys.. You make me feel like I'm home." I laughed, tears starting to form at my eyes. It was weird, I've never felt the need to cry over something so silly. But it was all true, my whole life I have never felt at home. I've never felt wanted.

"I'm.. not as perfect and put together as you think Harry." I said sadly. "I'm a mess, my life is a mess. A complete and utter mess. For the first time in my life, I don't feel like I'm completely falling apart." I sighed happily. "You... You did that for me. You make me feel.. good." I stated, as simple as I could.

Harry was quiet for a moment. I lifted my head, scooting away a little so I could prop myself on my elbow and look at his face. He stared at me intensely.

"Can I tell you something?" He whispered back. I nodded my head at him.

"Anything."

"For the first time since Danielle, I feel comfortable." He smiled. "Comfortable in my life, comfortable with my kids. Comfortable knowing that I have someone to figure out this life with. You are such a blessing to me and the kids." I lifted my hand up, placing it on his cheek, he closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. He placed his hand over mine softly. "You put me at ease. I.." He trailed off. He pressed his lips softly to my hand and sighed. "I don't know exactly what I feel to be honest, Anastasia. But I want to figure it out.. with you." He kissed my hand once again before turning his eyes to me.

That's all it took. Those few words, that's all I needed to know that I was absolutely and utterly in love with Harry Styles.

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LFLLLL Prologue: Miscommunicated Arguments

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╔═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗     The Kiss(One Week Later) ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ ╭╼|══════════|╾╮    Isaac ╰╼|══════════|╾╯

'I don't.'

Those words rang like a siren in Isaac's head for the rest of the day.

He knew. he had already assured himself of it, but he didn't think it was definite until then. He wasn't sure that it wasn't just him being a pessimist until then.

He showed up at your house the next day, but the words still weighed on him like an anvil.

As he laid in your lap and allowed you to play gently with his hair, he couldn't help but imagine a reality where your feelings were different. Where his feelings were reciprocated.

"Isaac?" He heard a voice call out from above him.

"Yeah."

"Isaac, did I say something wrong?"

He wanted to tell you the truth, but that would require revealing his feelings which he preferred not to do.

"No, I'm just having an off day."

"I don't know. I feel like I did something wrong, and you're walking on eggshells around me…"

He shook his head as you continued. "-And it kind of sucks."

"I promise you, you did nothing wrong."

"Then why do I feel like-" You paused and sighed. After that, Isaac's two lips were met with yours. They moved slowly against Isaac's, and it wasn't like he had imagined it. It was better.

Isaac pulled away. He felt confused, he felt angry, he felt sadness more than happiness. He felt used.

"Y/n, you can't- I- I gotta go." He ran out of the room before he heard anything the young girl said.

He was confused. He had heard you say to both your dad and Stiles that you didn't like him. He pondered on the idea that you could've been lying before deciding against it.

He walked home, transfixed in his thoughts. When he got to his bed, he tried to do his homework that he was assigned that day, but the encounter with you left his head in a whirl.

╭╼|══════════|╾╮      You ╰╼|══════════|╾╯

You laid there on your bed, staring out of your door and waiting for Isaac to come back.

When you'd sat there for 5 minutes, and no one walked through t was when the intrusive thoughts started.

'You blew it,' they said.

'You shouldn't have done that,' they hollered.

'You already knew he didn't like you. Why did you bother?'

You couldn't call Lydia. She was out with a guy. Ironically, she would drop everything to get you out of a rut, but you didn't want to bother her.

You thought of talking to Stiles, but you knew the first thing he would say would be 'I knew it,' or 'I told you so,' which wasn't what you needed at the moment.

You laid on your bed, scrolling through numerous social media feeds on your phone. The movie you and Isaac were watching became background noise in the wind.

You tried calling Isaac to explain what happened, but it went straight to voicemail. Every text you sent him was left on 'Delivered,' and you knew he was ignoring you.

You walked over to Stiles' room and knocked on his door.

"Stiles," you sniffled as you knocked.

He opened the door with a concerned face. "What's wrong, baby sis?"

You chuckled. "I'm the older one, Sti.

You paused for a breath. "Stiles, I messed up."

He squinted in confusion but allowed you to explain.

"I kissed him…"

"Isaac?" You nodded.

"And he didn't like me back." You fell into his arms, and he wrapped a hand around your back and placed the other on your head.

He pulled you into the room to sit on his bed.  

"What do you mean he didn't like you back?"

"He ran out the house, and now he's ignoring me…"

He sighed and clenched his fists.

"Y/n, listen to me. He does like you."

"No, he doesn't," you argued. "If he did, he wouldn't have run out."

He winced with frustration. "He told me himself, he likes you."

You sniffed. "He did?"

"Well… not exactly." You raised your eyebrow. "He didn't say a name."

"You were gonna get my hopes up on a maybe?" you cackled. "Stiles, he probably likes someone else."

"Why would he come to me then?"

Another raised eyebrow from you was what he garnered at that.

"Isaac came to me for advice about a girl he liked. It was obviously you since I'm your brother, and I know you best."

"What did he ask exactly, Stiles?"

He squinted as if to remember before speaking. "Oh, he wanted to know how to get rid of feelings for a girl he liked… oh."

Your face fell at his words. "That doesn't sound like he wanted to like me, Stiles. Which probably means he doesn't like me!"

You started crying, and Stiles wrapped his arms around you. You fell asleep within a few minutes but had no dreams, happy or otherwise.

╔═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗  School: Confessions ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝

When you arrived at school the next day, you told Lydia about your issue. However, you didn't tell her (she figured out anyways by Isaac's reaction) that you didn't follow her plan.

"I'm not like you, Lydia. I can't just do things like that without clamming up. And you know what happens when I clam up."

She sighed, and you both walked to class without talking. You had Mrs. Goldblatt first, so you could speak to Isaac when you got in the class.

But, things never go the way you plan, do they?

When you walked in, Isaac was in another seat, three people in front of you, and Madison Zabka was in his place. She clearly was as fond of the swap as you were as she was glancing menacingly at the back of his head with a scowl on her face.

You paused to look at him, and Lydia stopped too before realizing why. He wouldn't meet your eyes, much like when you two were first partnered together.

You didn't want to call attention to him, but you pleaded with your eyes for him to look at you. When, after a minute or two, he hadn't moved his sight, you went to your seat.

You and Lydia made modifications to your class seating arrangements so that you could sit together. Madeline Zabka moved with her sister, and Danny moved to sit next to Isaac so that you could sit with Lydia.

When your teacher walked into the room, she did a once-over of all the students and seating placements.

"Get. In Your. Chairs… NOW!" She said each word with force, which made you all dash to get in your seats. Of course, you all ended up back in the same seatings you self-assigned by making her think you moved.

"I wasn't born last night. You have five seconds to get in your chairs!"

This time, you all got out of your seats and went back to your assigned arrangements.

You tapped on Isaac's arm once. Twice. Three times. He still wouldn't respond to you.

"If you would just talk to me, I could know what I did and apologize."

Isaac remained silent as Mrs. Goldblatt demonstrated the lesson.

When the bell rang, you ran out of the classroom before Isaac could even pack all his stuff and hid in the nearest broom closet.

You waited to see Isaac pass by you in the hall to pull him into the small room.

His eyes met yours for half a second and then darted to the ceiling.

"I'm not letting you leave until you talk to me." He remained silent.

"We've played this game before, Isaac. It's not fun anymore."

You sighed. "Since you won't talk, I will. I really like you. And as much as I tried to keep our friendship the same way, I can't look at you and not want something more."

You now had his attention.

"I don't know what made me kiss you in that specific moment, but I know it's all I've wanted to do for over a week." You thought about what you said before continuing. "Which is not that much of a long time, but to me, it was, so..."

You thought the last part would make him chuckle, but it just seemed to make him even angrier.

"Y/n, I don't know what you thought this 'explanation' would do, but the bell already rang, and I'm late for class. So, can I go, please? Because, last I checked, you can't get me an excuse that my teacher will accept for why I'm late."

You frowned at his words, but he didn't take notice as he pushed past you and into the hallway.

╭╼|══════════|╾╮    Isaac ╰╼|══════════|╾╯

When Isaac reached his classroom, he apologized to his teacher for being tardy and sat next to Dillon.

"Hey, man."

"Dillon, I need a distraction."

Dillon squinted. "A what?"

"A girl that I can hang out with who, 1. Won't end up liking me because 2. I can't end up getting feelings for her," Isaac said, quite plainly as if it was the most normal thing ever.

"That is the most fucked up thing you have ever said to me!"

Isaac sighed. "Look, I just need to get over Y/n."

"What? Didn't you say she kissed you? What happened?"

"I don't know, she pulled me into this closet, and… the shit she said just made me feel like it's all a prank."

"Oh my god, Isaac! How do you know?"

He scoffed. "How do you know, Dillon? How do you know that I'm not going to put my heart out there to that-" He wanted to say goddess but didn't want to come off too strongly. "-to Y/n, and then it ends up being a prank?"

"Whatever, I know this girl. She needs a tutor, and she has a boyfriend so, she won't end up falling for you."

"Good."

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╭╼|══════════|╾╮    You ╰╼|══════════|╾╯

You and Lydia were walking down the aisles of the library. You were supposed to find a book with words that you didn't know, write down all of their meanings and write a summary using those words. Though, between Lydia's genius mind and Stiles' spouts of random knowledge at dinner, there weren't many words in a high school library that you and Lydia didn't know.

"Yeah, Lyds, did you hear what Gracie was saying about you?"

"No," she said simply. "And, I don't really care. I do care about you and Isaac, though. You haven't updated me on that."

You rolled your eyes. "That's because there isn't anything to update on."

She pursed her lips. "Of course there is," she said. "As long as you two are alive, there should be something to update on, babe."

"Well, there isn't because he ghosted me." You had been sulking for the past week because of your abandonment. You still hadn't figured out what you did that made Isaac so angry to make him ignore you.

"So, how are you getting over it?"

"I'm not."

She rolled her eyes this time. "Well, I'll get my own info, ‘cause there he is."

"What?"

You and Lydia peered slightly over the hidden protection of the shelf to look at the scene. Isaac was sitting at a table in the library with none other than Gracie Cooper.

"Oh, that dog."

They were giggling, but the books that were splayed across the table made it look like they were studying.

"I'm being… replaced?"

"Technically, he was never yours, babes."

You scoffed. "I mean as a study partner, Lydia!"

"Were you guys really doing much studying?"

"LYDIA!" you exclaimed, and Lydia shushed you before you got caught.

"Move back one aisle and forwards, I wanna hear!"

You did what she said and moved back to the first aisle that they couldn't see you from and closer towards the studying pair.

"Thanks again for helping me, Isaac!"

"It was really no problem, Grace. I needed this about as much as you."

The mousy girl squinted. "To...tutor someone?"

He laughed. "Something like that."

"So have you tutored anyone before?"

"No."

"Wow! You seem so good at this… study partner?"

"Not any I want to talk about."

His statement made you frown, but it completely offended Lydia, even though she wasn't who he was talking about.

"Rude!" she uttered.

"Lyds, let's just get out of here."

"No, I wanna- Oh, shit!"

You turned to where she was looking and saw Gracie and Isaac ‘sucking each other's faces off' as Lydia would put it. Isaac was putting more passion into the kiss than you'd ever seen him give for anything. Your heart shattered but, you weren't going to let it get you down.

"Lydia, know how I said I wasn't getting over it?"

She turned to you and uncrossed her arms. "Yeah."

"Fuck that. Do you have an ex-hookup you can set me up with?"

She gasped. "Y/n, you've never wanted me to do that before!"

"Drastic times call for drastic measures."

"Yay! I have the perfect person for you. But I need to ask. Are you doing this to move on, or are you doing this so that Isaac isn't the only one kissing other people?"  She had a look of sincerity on her face, and you could tell she didn't want you getting hurt.

"Doesn't Gracie have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, but don't avoid the question."

"Maybe both. Lydia, I just need a distraction.

╭╼|══════════|╾╮    Isaac ╰╼|══════════|╾╯

Gracie kissed Isaac, and he didn't know how to process it. All he could think about during the kiss was you, like a do-over. But it wasn't you. It was Gracie. And from that, he knew that he still liked you and couldn't continue to lead the girl on.

"Look, Gracie," he said while watching her face fall.

"I'm really sorry about this, but I'm not interested in relationships at the moment."

She smirked. "Oh, I know. But, Y/n is always the talk of the school no matter what, and everyone knows how she set her eyes on you before realizing you were not worth it-"

"Wait, what?"

"And, how better to show her you're doing fine than to start dating her ‘rival' as she would say."

Isaac frowned. "I don't know."

"C'mon, I know for a fact that she was jealous of that little show you put on."

Isaac decided to play into her game for a little while. "How?"

"The look on her face right now," she leered. "Don't look."

Isaac did as she said and resisted the urge to look, but now he was more aware of the eyes piercing into the back of his head.

He collected himself before continuing. "Gracie, this is… nice of you and all, but don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Expendable," she stated simply.

Isaac began packing up his books. "Thanks, I mean, you're a great girl, but no thanks, sorry."

Isaac wasn't really sorry. He would've felt worse if he'd thought the girl actually liked him, but it was a power play for her, and he didn't like being used.

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╭╼|══════════|╾╮    You ╰╼|══════════|╾╯

You were dressed in a maroon velvet strapless dress that reached past your mid-thigh and accentuated your natural assets. You paired it with black wedges that made you just an inch or two taller and a black handbag to finish the look.

Earlier, there had been a debacle with your dad about your outfit, and he told you to go change when your date was already at the front door.

"So, Brett…" He flashed a toothy grin, but you felt out of place.

"What made you want to go out with me?"

"Well, Lydia called and said that you were looking for a date, and I always thought you were pretty," he said while still flashing his grin.

"But, do you even know me?"

"No… but that's the point of a date, right?"

He was right. And it made you realize you were only holding back because you weren't ready to let Isaac go.

"Okay, Mr. Talbot. Entice me. What do you do for fun?"

He chuckled, and you admired his mirth. "Funny, you ask. I play lacrosse for Devenford Prep. In fact, last year… You thought I fouled a kid, and you said," he paused before continuing in a quieter voice. "‘Ref! That was a foul, you freaking cheat!' I've never heard anyone kiddie swear so passionately."

You rolled your eyes. "I did do that, didn't I?"

Once you both calmed down from chuckling, Brett fired away his question.

"So, how did you, a freshman, become captain of the cheerleading team?"

You sighed proudly at the memory. "Lydia and I were sick of the lack of girls' extracurriculars. And, before you say that girls can play lacrosse and guys can do cheer- I know. But I'm talking about sports that are targeted to the feminine demographic."

He chuckled but allowed you to finish.

"So we marched to the Principal's office and asked if he would let us start our own cheerleading club. I talked to my dad, and he put a word in that coaching high school sports teams is a volunteering activity for college credit. So we got a coach from a local gym, and here we are."

He awed at your statement, which made you smile as well. "Anyone ever told you that you have a pretty smile, Brett?"

"Only everyone to ever see it," he smirked.

"Did they tell you that you're a smug ass too?"

You both burst out laughing before a waiter came to get your drinks.

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"Haha! Thanks, Brett. I had a fun time tonight."

He smiled before removing his hand from the small of your back and turning to face you.

"I had fun too."

You both leaned in for a kiss, and while you thought for a second that your dad was going to open the door to interrupt, it ended up being Stiles.

You and your date sighed before saying your goodbyes and leaving you to walk in the house.

"You're welcome."

You scowled. "For what? You ruined my kiss?"

"Okay. A. You don't need a kiss after every date. It's a movie cliche. And, B. I saved you from kissing a guy you don't really want to kiss."

You raised a brow, prompting Stiles to elaborate.

"You want to kiss Isaac. Isaac doesn't want to kiss you. Isaac kisses another girl. You get revenge by going out with Brett Talbot, fully knowing that it'll be all over Cyclones Shade Room by tomorrow," he said while making vomit faces at both of their names.  

"Okay, Okay! You've figured out my master plan, Stiles. Except! I actually like Brett," you protested.

"But not the way you liked Isaac?"

You groaned and tilted your head back. "Stiles, STOP! I just want to move on. Yes, I liked Isaac. But he doesn't like me, and I'm not going to wait for him to start."

You ran up the stairs before Stiles got another word in and crawled in bed. After changing your clothes, of course.

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Stiles dropped you off in front of the school building on Monday before going off to find Scott.

When you walked in, all that anyone was talking about was your date with Brett on Saturday.

'They would be a real power couple,' they said. 'They look so good together,' they murmured. 'I don't know who I'm jealous of,' they whispered.

You tried to ignore all the lingering gazes and hushed words as you walked through the hallway towards your locker that bordered Lydia's.

"Hey, Lyds."

She smirked before turning to you. "Don't look, but Lahey is totally giving you look 5."

You wanted to ask what it was, but she beat you to it. "The jealousy look, babes."

"Oh, I don't care."

Lydia frowned. "What do you mean? I thought this was for revenge."

"No, Lydia. It was for me to move on. And I'm doing that."

"I don't think he wants you to. He's coming over here."

"Well then, I have to be over there," you said before turning to walk towards your first class. Granted, it was with Isaac. However, the first quarter was over, so you and Lydia were free to sit together and away from Isaac.

╭╼|══════════|╾╮    Both ╰╼|══════════|╾╯

Isaac got to class and saw that you weren't in your assigned seat. He looked around and saw you sat with Lydia before he realized you were avoiding him.

He had heard all the rumors about your date with Brett Talbot, and he felt… replaced. Which was weird because he was the one who tried to get rid of his feelings for you, and then ignoring you when you reciprocate those feelings, and then trying to replace you.

He knew he shouldn't be angry about you moving on when he ignored you for over two weeks, but there was something about the entire thing that felt wrong to him.

That should be him with you in that picture. It should be him having dinner with you at Italian restaurants and being constantly reminded by your dad to bring you home on time. He wanted to have that with you. To him, Brett was living Isaac's vivid daydreams, and he was going to do something about it.

Around lunch, Isaac did the most ballsy thing he's ever done. One that he could probably get expelled for.

He went up to the front office and told the attendant that there was a Postmate's order for you at the front office.

The attendant called you to the front office, and while you were awaiting your dad's face, you were met with Isaac's.

You scoffed at the sight before turning around to go back to the cafeteria.

"Y/n, wait!"

You simply clenched your jaw and kept walking.

"Ethan and Sarah!"

You skidded as you stopped, took a breath, and turned around.

"What?"

"Ethan and Sarah. The one who embraces how they feel for the other. And then, there's the one who still is confused about their feelings for the other person.

"But they both have special powers when they're together- Look. I don't know where I was going with that analogy, but I got your attention," he said before walking to you. He grabbed your hands the same way you did to his at the carnival.

"I was an idiot. I am an idiot. I don't know why I did what I did, but I'm sorry-"

You cut him off. "Isaac, you're only saying this now that I'm moving on. Did you just expect me to wait for you to get your shit together?"

"No, but… Seeing that you're actually moving on made me realize I'm not ready to let you go. I don't want to lose you."

"What about what I want?" you scolded. "You basically abandoned me and didn't give me a reason why. And what about Gracie Cooper?"

"I've seen what losing people you love can do to you personally, and since my mom died, I never wanted to put myself in a position where that could happen to me. And Gracie kissed me. I don't like her the way I like you."

You sniffled. "You could've told me that. And even so, if that's the case, why are you here now?"

He gave a small smile before he spoke. "Because I'm in love with you?"

You shook your head and groaned. "You don't get to do this, Isaac. You haven't spoken to me for close to a month. I thought you were my friend-"

"I am!"

"Friends don't do what you did. I kissed you, and you made me feel like I gave you the plague."

He bowed his head. "I wasn't ready to accept my feelings. Especially when you kissed me after I'd just heard you tell your dad that you didn't like me. I thought it was just a big joke."

You closed your eyes firmly to keep from screaming at him.

"I only have two things to say to that.

"1. Did you ever stop to think maybe I wasn't ready to accept it either, and that's why I told my dad that? Did you stop to think that I didn't want to ruin our friendship on a 'maybe,' so I shoved my own feelings aside?"

That sent a pang to Isaac's chest, but you weren't done with your rant.

"2. I shared things with you that I haven't shared with some of my closest friends. I talked to you about my mom. I showed you that my favorite shows to watch are on Disney Channel. I let myself be vulnerable around you. If you think I would kiss you as a joke, you never knew me, Isaac."

He looked down at your conjoined hands. "You didn't pull away. You never do. Unlike me. It's one of the things I love about you. The only thing is, I don't want to pull away anymore, Y/n."

You tilted your head to analyze his expression, and you saw genuine honesty and… fear(?) in his face.

He avoided eye contact with you, but you saw that his eyes were widened, and his pupils were dilated.

"If you break my heart, Lahey...Stiles, Lydia, and I'll each break different limbs on your body." He chuckled at your statement before leaning in towards your face.

You pulled away.

"Too soon?"

"No, not at all," you said before leaning towards him to peck his lips.

"I was just getting the do-over for my first kiss."

His eyes widened in shock. "What? I was-" You nodded.

"I'm so-"

"As I said, break my heart, and I'll hurt you."

He leaned in and kissed you once more before pulling away to walk to the cafeteria.

"Where are you going?"

He grinned. "Lunch, I'm hungry."

"Speaking of, you better buy me lunch since you made me miss half of it."

You both chuckled before walking to the cafeteria.

You told Lydia to explain to Brett that you couldn't continue going out with him, which he understood, and offered to remain friends.

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You could see why Lydia was mad. You were angry when it happened, and Lydia, who has known you and been there for you for over 7 years, surely would be as well.

She wasn't hating on the fact that you were happy. She was truly happy for you, but she also wanted to protect you. Even if he had made amends, Isaac had hurt you. Lydia had always been the one to stand by you no matter what.

So, you could see why she acted the way that she did. You realized that she felt as though she was being replaced by someone who had hurt you. And while you rushed to defend Isaac, you had been ruining your relationship with your best friend, and you didn't even care at that moment.

You had to make things right. But first, you had to get through this dinner.

~

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