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The Color of a Bruise Part One

Danny Reagan x Daughter! Reader

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Summary: After an awkward Sunday dinner, Danny begins to suspect that his daughter's new boyfriend may have violent tendencies. You desperately try to solve the situation on your own, but everything just spirals out of control. The entire family is called to arms.

Notes: I’ve been wanting to do an imagine with a daughter for Danny because he’s one of my favorite fictional characters ever. I really hope you guys enjoy and let me know if there are more Blue Bloods Imagines you’d like to see!

Warnings: Abuse, emotional and physical. Mentions of assault. Again, if you’re uncomfortable always feel free to skip. Also spoilers for those of you not passed season seven.

Dinner had nearly finished without a single argument. You pushed your food around your plate with your fork as your phone buzzed insistently. Your brother Sean sat beside you and smirked.

“Somebody’s popular.” He snarked, taking a bite of his dinner roll. Your great-grandfather gave you a look.

“You know the rules, Y/N.” He scolded.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You turned off the buzzer, wincing at the number of texts and missed you were getting. You told him you’d be with your family today.

“Everything okay?” Your aunt Erin asked, passing the salad bowl to you. You nodded, faking a smile.

“Yeah, just one of the group chats I’m in is in a heated discussion about whether or not crocs are fashionable.” You lied, but you could see your dad glance at you from the corner of his eye. You may have learned how to fake it to the rest of the family, but even after years of practice, you could never lie to him.

Everyone quickly forgot about your phone and dove into this weeks saga of events. Nothing life-threatening, thankfully. Jamie and Eddie were going through with more wedding plans and Nicky was looking into more jobs. Your mind wandered back to the messages on your phone. He wasn’t going to be happy.

“I almost forgot!” Nicky exclaimed. Your cousin eyed you mischievously and you couldn’t stop her before she asked. “Y/N, how are you and your new boyfriend doing?” You glared at her as every pair of eyes at the table now turned to you. She laughed and you glanced at your father, who was very intent on hearing your answer.

“We’re doing just fine, thank you, Nicky.” You said through clenched teeth. As much as you loved her, you and Nikki liked to jab at each other almost as much as your parents did. You looked around at the faces eager with anticipation. “And that is all any of you are getting.” Everyone sighed in disappointment and you avoided your dad’s questioning glances for the rest of the evening.

Afterward, you scurried quickly out to your car, but you weren’t fast enough.

“Hold it!” Danny ordered and you winced.

“So close.” You whispered to yourself, turning around and giving him an innocent smile. “Hey, dad.”

“What’s this about a new boyfriend?” He asked putting an arm around your shoulders. You laughed awkwardly and he gave you a teasing smirk.

“It’s not a big deal, dad.” You insisted, leaning against your car. “We met at school and we’ve gone on a couple of dates.” You were in your senior year at college and you’d met Zach in one of your Criminal Justice classes. To tell the truth, you’d been seeing him for nearly three months. You just didn’t want your father to know that.

“Is this someone I should be meeting?” He raised an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes.

“Definitely not!” You exclaimed with a laugh. “At least, not right now. I don’t want you to scare him off.” He put a hand on his heart in mock offense.

“Who, me?” You gave him a side-hug and got into your car, watching Jamie and Eddie walk to theirs, hands holding on to each others. Eddie’s eyes sparkled as Jamie said something that made her laugh. Deep down, you wished you’d have something like that one day.

Dread filled your stomach as you scrolled through the messages, each one angrier than the next. Your hand started to shake when you read the last message sent. I’ll be waiting at your apartment. We’ll talk there.

You should’ve driven as far away as you could. You should’ve asked your grandfather if you could just spend the night there. But Zach was just upset because he wanted to spend time with you. That’s all. That’s what you told yourself. That’s what made you drive back to your apartment.

“Where the hell have you been?” Zach demanded, standing up from his place on your couch.

“How did you-” You began to ask. You didn’t remember giving him a key.

“It doesn’t matter how I got here, it matters that you weren’t here.” He growled, looming over you.

“I told you that I have family dinners every-” A hand striking your cheek stopped you from finishing.

“I don’t care about your family!” Zach screamed. His hands latched around your wrists. This wasn’t the first time he’d grabbed you like this, but he hadn’t hit you before.

“Zach, you need to calm down.” You spoke quietly, trying to keep things from escalating. His face completely morphed and his tone was pathetically panicked.

“Oh my God, baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“I think you should leave.” You looked at him intensely, but you didn’t want to set him off again.

“Please don’t make me leave, Y/N. I’m really sorry.” He begged. His eyes fell to the floor. “I don’t want to be alone, today.” When he looked back up, his eyes were filled with tears. “A year ago, today, is when I lost her. My mom.” He’d told you when you first met that his mother had killed herself. In fact, losing your mothers was the only thing that you had in common. Its what had drawn you to him. Someone else understood what it was like.

Maybe that’s why you let him stay the night. Maybe that’s why you let him do things that you didn’t want to. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

By the time morning came, Zach was gone. You let out a sigh of relief. As the events of last night flashed through your mind, you felt like the walls were closing in on you. You were losing control of everything all over again.

You slowly stood, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You winced as your hand grazed your cheek. Walking into the bathroom, you saw the large, blue bruise just underneath your eye. You cursed under your breath and reached for your concealer. Eddie’s dress appointment in less than an hour and fingerprint-shaped bruises wrapped around your wrists. When you left your apartment any evidence of the night before was hidden beneath makeup or the sleeves of your sweater.

The bridal shop attendant led you to where Aunt Erin and Nicky were waiting. Eddie was getting dressed and the mother and daughter saved you a seat on the couch.

“So…”’ Erin started. “Who’s this new boyfriend?” You subconsciously pulled your sleeves down further.

“His name’s Zach.” You didn’t want to tell her his last name. Knowing her, she would look him up or worse- tell your father to look him up. “We met at school. He’s… nice.”

“I think she should be able to date without being questioned like this is an impending investigation.” Nicky chimed in. You narrowed your eyes.

“Says the one who announced it at family dinner.” She playfully stuck out her tongue and Erin laughed.

“You two are acting like your those little girls running around the park again.”

“Well, life was easier back then, Aunt Erin.” You shrugged. As your eyes turned to an entering Eddie, Erin’s remained on you. There was something about what you said that sparked her concern and turned her people reading skills on high alert.

“You look amazing!” Nicky exclaimed. A bright smile spread across your face, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Instead, Erin saw the look she saw in so many victims she’d encountered over the years.

As they walked out, Erin stopped Eddie as the girls walked ahead of them.

“Have you noticed anything strange about Y/N?” She asked. Eddie looked at the younger girl, noticing the way she flinched as a stranger bumped into her or how she was wearing a sweater in the middle of June.

“Yeah…” Eddie agreed. “There’s something…” She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Something that makes me want to learn more about her new boyfriend,” Erin noted. You were lucky to have such strong women looking after you. If you didn’t have them, the next week’s events would have ended very differently.

The cafe was crowded so you had to pick a table outside. You were meeting your dad for lunch in less than fifteen minutes but you always like to be early. You put even more makeup on the marks, making sure that he wouldn’t be able to see them. Everything was going as planned… until you saw Zach storming down the sidewalk towards you. You stood, backing away slightly. The look in his eyes scared you more than you cared to admit.

“Zach, what are you-” You began before he yanked you into the ally.

“Who the hell are you meeting?” He boomed, earning glances from people passing by. His hands pinned your shoulders against the brick and you felt the panic set in.

“Zach, you have to leave. My dad’s going to be here any-” He slammed your head back into the wall, making your vision blur.

“Don’t tell me what I have to do, Y/N.” He spat, painfully tangling his fingers in your hair. “I don’t give a damn who your dad is. I’ll still kick his ass.” You gritted your teeth and gathered as much strength as you could. You pushed him off of you, nearly knocking him to the ground.

“That’s it.” You growled, pulling down your sleeves. “We’re done.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“You don’t get to decide when we’re done.” You crossed your arms over your chest, finally standing your ground.

“I just did.” He put a hand on the side of your head, shoving your face against the cafe wall. By this time, a crowd had begun to form around you, but Zach kept both of your faces from view.

“Get the hell off her man!” Someone yelled.

“Out of my way,” A more familiar voice ordered. “Police!”

“We’ll talk about this later.” He ran off in the other direction, pushing you to the ground and disappearing around the corner just as Detective Danny Reagan broke through the crowd.

“Y/N?” He gasped, he knelt down beside you. “What the hell happened?” His eyes scanned the ally.

“Nothing.” You stood up, brushing off your jeans. You lightly touched your cheek, wincing as your fingers came away bloody. “Just some creep trying to grab my wallet.” He took a step to go after him, but you grabbed his arm. “He’s probably long gone, just let him go.”

“Let him go?” He shouted. “Since when do you wanna just let muggers loose on the streets?” You held back tears, wishing that you could just tell him everything. But you had to do this on your own. You had to get control over your own life again.

“Let. Him. Go.” You pleaded and Danny saw the misery and fear in your eyes. “Please.” He dropped his hands to his sides in defeat. Your voice dropped to below a whisper and you stared at the ground. “I have to go.” Before he could even say he was glad you were okay, you pushed your way passed the dispersing group of people.

Danny just stood in the ally in shock. It didn’t take a detective to know that something was wrong. You always used to come to him whenever you had a problem, but now it felt like you were shutting yourself away from everyone. Before he could think more on the matter, his phone started to ring with a call from Eddie.

“Look, I really can’t talk right now.” He sighed. “I’m sure whatever you have planned, Jamie is gonna love-”

“I don’t want to talk about Jamie.” She interrupted. She took a deep breath. “There’s something you need to know about your daughter.”

Eddie was practically trembling, standing outside your door, waiting for you to answer. Once she had told your father what she thought might be going on, she convinced him to let her talk to you first. What she didn’t tell him was that she had a little experience in this kind of situation. When you finally opened the door, she gave you a nervous smile.

“Eddie… hi…” You stepped back in surprise. You had barely stepped out of the shower when you head the knock at the door. “Come in.” She brushed past you into your apartment and you realized that all of your bruises and marks were clear and visible. Makeup couldn’t lie for you now. “I can explain-”

“You don’t have to.” She shook her head, giving you a smile that reminded you of your mom. She motioned for you to sit next to her on your sofa, her eyes lingering for just a moment on the large scrape on your cheek from the brick wall. “I think I know what’s going on.” You looked at your lap, feeling your cheeks burn with shame. She put a hand on your shoulder.

“A few years ago, I went on this date.” She began cautiously as if she was afraid of the memory herself. “The guy walked me back to my apartment and forced his way in when I told him to leave. He groped me and he hit me. When I thought things were getting worse, he finally had enough of my fighting and he left.”

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered, knowing where this conversation was headed. “But I don’t know how that relates to-”

“There’s a reason no one has met your boyfriend, isn’t there?” She blurted and you froze. You opened your mouth to argue, but she stopped you. “I’m not trying to assume anything, but the look in your eyes this past week has been the same I had for those days after it happened.”

You didn't know what to say. You just wanted to tell her everything. But before you got the chance, there was a booming knock at the door. Zach kicked in the door and you both jumped off the couch. His eyes switched between you and Eddie.

“What the hell is going on here?” He said, his mouth salivating like a rabid dog. “Who the hell is she?”

“Zach, what are you doing here?” You were more pissed off than afraid. “I told you that we’re done.” Eddie instinctively put her hand on her hip but realized that there was no pistol. She didn’t think anything of leaving it at her apartment since she was just coming to see you. Zach mimicked her but pulled a handgun out from under his jacket. You both stepped back.

“You don’t get to say when we’re done!” He swung the weapon around furiously. Eddie pushed you behind her and Zach hit her with the butt of the gun.

“Eddie!” You shrieked as she fell onto the couch, unconscious. He pulled a zip tie out of his pocket and strapped her to the coffee table. Zach then grabbed your arm and began to drag you towards the door. “Get off of me!” You hit his chest and kicked at his legs, but he wouldn’t let go.

“You are never going to leave me.” He growled in your ear, slamming the door to your apartment shut.

Eddie woke up sooner than Zach had intended, and she quickly pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. Frantically, she called her fiance.

“Jamie,” She began in a panic.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” Jamie asked, earning a worried look from his brother. He and Danny had been grabbing a drink, discussing Danny’s concerns about Y/N.

“You and Danny need to come to Y/N’s apartment.”

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” He exclaimed. Danny jumped up from his seat and leaned in so he could try and hear Eddie.

“H-her boyfriend showed up and Jamie…” she took a deep breath. “He’s got a gun.”

The Reagan brothers were at the apartment in time to find Eddie trying to cut off the zip tie with a letter opener. Jamie rushed to his fiance while Danny scanned the apartment for any signs of his daughter.

“He took her somewhere… I don’t know. He knocked me out and now she’s not here-” Jamie took her face in his hands, trying to calm her down.

“We’re going to find her.” As he said this, sediment rained down passed the window. Danny and Jamie looked at each other.

“The roof,” Danny said, sprinting out the door.

“Be careful!” Jamie shouted after him, hurrying to free Eddie so he could join his brother and save his niece.

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unsettlingstories · 6 years

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Updated index of all stories. May 16, 2018.

Transfigurations: A small, self-published collection of my favorite short stories from 2015. Individual Stories

3 Signs You May Be An Introvert and How to Cope: Some great tips! 30 years ago today, my neighbor’s son disappeared: They miss him. A Case of Hives: My son isn’t feeling too well… A Cure for Writer’s Block: How to find inspiration when it’s just not there. A Curious Dog: My dog won’t stop pawing at a wall in the basement. A Gifted Chef: My friend was one of the greats. I miss him. A Life Worth Living: Big changes lead to bigger results. A Most Welcome Visitor: He��d come to me in the middle of the night. A Pathetic Wretch: His neighbor just won’t stop crying. An Artist’s Canvas: The beauty of symmetry. A Questionable Glory Hole: A young man’s first sexual experience. A Warning To Women With IUDs: Be careful whatcha put up ya. Adrenochrome: The horrible, impossible truth. All Horror Stories About Dolls Are Fake: My daughter was bullied mercilessly. Allison’s Loss: My daughter is devastated by the death of her friend. Alternative Medicine: A wife treats her husband with an old remedy. All Thumbs: My embarrassing habit. A Message in a Bottle: I’m suddenly filled with dread. A Very Bad Place to Hide: Maybe even the worst. Amy’s Wish: Blow away the eyelash and make a wish! An Unlucky Samaritan: Think twice before stopping to help. Are My Twins Spending Too Much Time Together?: For woke mommies only. Assisted Suicide: He begged me to help him die. Attempts to Repair the Irreparable: How do you move on? Bad Sex: Has this ever happened to you and your partner? Bags: A hunting trip goes very, very wrong. Beach Bodies: What’s that out in the water? A whale? Ben’s Fear: He just hated seaweed. Bitcoin Mining and the Death of the Universe: I think I fucked something up. Bits and Pieces: Chunks and portions. Bitumen: A man who loves dinosaurs. Black Balloons: My little daughter saw shapes in the sky. Bluebirds: Possibly the most reprehensible thing I’ve ever written. Bluefin: Use caution when poaching an endangered species. Body Cast: The worst thing that can happen when you’re immobilized. Body Hair Removal: I learned a valuable lesson. Bridgeport Power Plant: There’s something living there. Bubbles: Strange happenings in an emergency room. Butt Stuff: The activity - not the other thing. Caroline’s New Teeth: The Tooth Fairy’s best customer. Caviar: Only the best for discerning palates. Centipedes: There’s some big ones out there, you know. Charles Robert Olevsky: Ever Google yourself? Chopped!: An unaired episode of the Food Network show. Christmas Morning With Danny and His New Puppy: Danny gets a puppy. Comfort Food: Anything to help fill that void. Coping Mechanisms: Life after losing a husband and a daughter. Cracks in the Foundation: A relationship on the edge. Dawn: I hurt my sister so badly. I’ll never forgive myself. Daycare Massacre: A terrible incident before a hurricane. Death Looking into the Window of One Dying: His final days. Dede Elgy: This monster story will make you feel dirty. Very dirty. Deniehyfield, Australia is Being Dismantled: My town is disappearing. Dermatographia: Words on my skin. Devil’s Hole: The geological anomaly, not the…you know. Dial Tone: What’s going on with my phone? Diary of a Woman in New Hampshire: Found a diary. Wtf. Dilation and Evacuation: A friend in need is a friend indeed. Division: Nothing is right. Double Dare: The long-lost episode never seen in the US. Dumbwaiter: A family learns something about their house. Elective Surgery: I just want him to be happy. Elf on the Shelf: He’s watching. Endless Chirping: Ever get a cricket in your room? Escaphism: The journey of one man, his love, and The Verdant World. Ethan’s Halloween Mask: Not all friendships are positive. ExpressionCaptioner.com: This website is seriously weird. Fallenfield Mountain: A geological survey gone wrong. Very wrong. Family Tree: A unique family tradition is revealed. Farm to Table: Fucking hipsters. Fertility Treatments: Some people are desperate to have a baby. Fireflies: You would not believe your eyes. For Lena and Clair: Trapped after an earthquake. Found the Bees: Well, that solves that mystery. Gratification Through Annihilation: Suffer the little children. Great Potential: A lady who loves children. He Went Ahead: My friends and I were into urban exploration. Heather’s Phases: My wife always had body-image issues. House Sounds: What do we keep hearing? I Dream of Names and Cancer: My eternal nightmare. I Pressed My Hands Against My Eyes: And only then could I truly see. I Shouldn’t Have Broken Into My Neighbor’s Garage: I’ll never unsee it. If Anyone Asks: An old farmer notices something about his scarecrow. I’ll Never Wear a Condom Again: No way, no how. Instantiations: An AI gets powerful and utilitarianism rears its head. In Praise of Our God: A helpful neighbor. It’s Hard to Clean Blood Out of a Fur Suit: Right? Jerry’s Mouth: Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats. Jill-o-Lanterns: The murders are all connected. Jim Jameson’s Pumpkins: A dead farmer’s secrets. Know it All: See it all, feel it all, know it all. Last Weekend: Hazmat suits, horror, and a mystery. Licks From a Bear: Skull + electric drill = story. Lippy: I’ve always been self conscious about the size of my labia. Little Cows: Meet the milkmaid. Long Fingers: I can feel them. Making Faces: Strange prints on the windows… Making Their Dad Proud: A family that plays together… Malcolm: You know those floaty things in your eyes? Maria’s Extra-Credit Assignment: Gotta get a good grade. Medical Issue: What’s the stuff I found on a rock? Memoir of a Cam Girl: She is being controlled. Missing Mousetraps: My neighbors had an infestation. Moaning Lollipops: Why do they make that sound in my mouth? Motility: My sperm sucked. Mr. Puddles: A little boy just won’t stop splashing. Mushy Stuff: My parents never let me have any fun. My Amazon Alexa Does More Than Laugh: Please help - I’m in danger. My Brother’s Fall: Horror deep below the Iraqi desert. My Cellar Door is Breathing: Is that normal? My Constellation: Want to be sad? This will make you sad. My erection lasted longer than 4 hours: and I didn’t call a doctor. My four year old son woke up with a full head of grey hair: Help us. My Last Abduction: All the other ones don’t count. My Only Experience With ASMR: Hint - it didn’t go well. My Sister Found the Coolest Thing!: You’ve gotta hear about it. My Sweet Boy: A mom who loves her son. My Trouble With Fairies: They’re so mischievous and unpredictable! My Wife, the Artist: A couple who loves Halloween. Nests: Ah, the great outdoors. Network Security: Two friends get a glimpse of a Russian science lab. Never Ride the Subway at Night: You never know who could be watching you. Norwalk Cemetery: There’s something alien in there… Not All Men: Temper, temper, young man. Of Malevolence; Of Misanthropy: A disturbed scientist makes a discovery. Open Mouths: A hideous ritual. Otter: I’ve always wanted to be one. Ouroboros: Why cut when you can cut off? Pebbles: A strange meteor shower. Phone Sex: It all started when I realized my iPhone was self-lubricating. People are disappearing in Northern Canada: What is happening? Pool Cover: I almost drowned when I was 13. Pray Away: Conversion therapy for deviant behavior. Pretty Little Bugs: A new job as a cameraman. Prosopagnosia: After an accident, my husband couldn’t recognize us. Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice: What can be better? Quarry: Trying to beat the heat on a summer day. Randall’s Chatty Leg: He said it was talking to him. I heard it. Rats in the Barn: An exterminator’s apprentice. Recycling: Parents try to understand their depressed daughter. Rediscovering the Newness of Sex: Let’s spice it up a little. Regarding Danny and Micah Stevenson: Two brothers rely on one another. Regina’s Raspberry Jam: She put everything she had into it. Road Head: Who doesn’t like getting sucked on? Seriously. Roo: An old man watches a girl grow up. Roots of Change: Something is happening beneath our feet. Ropes: Be careful what you eat. Rotting Pumpkins: A Halloween ritual. Round Faces: My daughter keeps complaining about monsters. Safety: Our grandfather was obsessed with it. Seed of Man, Pollen of Angels: A family tradition. Sex, Gender, and Other Social Constructs: Destroy them all. Sex in the Cemetery: Gotta do it somewhere, I guess. Skincare Diary: My acne was getting out of hand. Smokey, the Dog I Rescued: A very very good boye. Snapshot of a New Man: Evil (Inspiration for The Coronation Cycles series.) Soft Teeth: A man used to sneak into my room at night. Sprouts: Something beautiful from something small. Still a Family: Two sisters have lunch while waiting for their parents. Stop Being Such Babies: The woods aren’t scary, for fuck’s sake. Stuffing: Grandma’s was the best. Suicide Woods: Not just in Japan anymore. Tainted Candy: The legend is real. Teeny-Tiny: Katie wants to lose weight. That Good Dick: You know what I mean ;) The Alzheimer’s Ward: This isn’t right. The Bleakness Before Our Old Eyes: The Universe tasted us that night. The Blissful Insensate: An experiment goes terribly wrong. The Cave in the Lake: A discovery while scuba diving leads to horror. The Chernobyl Abomination: My father saw something he shouldn’t have. The Cotard Delusion: A new drug has a frightening side-effect. The Day I Started Believing In Ghosts: I’m still in shock. The Empty Cribs on Hawthorne Lane: Missing children. The Face in the Clouds: A meteorological anomaly? Or something else? The Floor is Lava: We all used to play that game, right? The Giggliest Girl: Don’t tickle me, Mommy. The Gray in Girl: A man finds a girl on the side of the road. The Hitchhiker: I think I need a new car now. The Incident at the Train Station: After a suicide, something…worse. The Job I Couldn’t Leave: I was employed by a psychopath. The Last of the Trick-or-Treaters: A strange costume. The Last words of an Explorer: A city on no one's map. The Least Satisfying Explanation: And the biggest understatement I’ve made. The Little Ghost: That nagging voice inside your head. The Lord of Hosts: Lice The Moose Hunt: Is…is that really a moose? The Perils of Live TV: It’s not all fun and games. The Perks of Working in a Funeral Home: There aren’t many, but still. The Pilot: A UFO crash. The Oblivion that Masks Pain: Escape. The Old Mine Outside Town: Everyone was too scared to go in. I wasn’t. The Only Solution: How to bring back a loved one? The Only Thing That Matters: Zombies attack a supermarket. The House in the Woods: Bad title, good story. The Shores of Pluto: A journey without moving. The Sleeping Game: We played when we were kids. The Small Eyed Children of Canyon del Cristo: A local legend comes alive. The Squirming Man: Please leave me alone. The Star Bridge: My friend found something beyond life. The Tomb of the Builders: Divers looking for sunken treasure find something evil. The Trawl: We dragged something up from deep underwater. The Wisdom of Moms: Mother knows best. The Worst Party in Ten Thousand Years: Trust me, it’s pretty damn bad. There is nothing wrong in East Flatbush, Brooklyn: Ignore the dragonflies. There’s something very wrong with my parrot: WTF. Tiptoeing the Line of Consent: But never crossing it. To Adore: Our beautiful baby girl. To the Kind Folks at WebMD: Just a couple questions. To Travel: Bodies in bodies, bodies of bodies. Trees of Eyes: They’re watching. Tunnel Rat: My grandfather told us the worst story I’ve ever heard. Seriously. Uncle Liam: I never told the real story about how he died. Under My Teeth: My mouth is screaming. Uplift: A brilliant scientist works to improve the human condition. We’re All Smiling: Whether we want to or not. We Share the Empty Roads: You’re never, ever alone when you drive. Wet Bedroom: A haunted house with a hideous history. What He Told Me: Evil (Inspiration for The Coronation Cycles series.) Wikileaks: A document they refused to leak. What to expect when I’m expecting: Hint - it’s the worst. Why I Don’t Hike Anymore: Not what you might think.

Story Series

The Smols: Maybe the most fucked up stories I've ever written.

Sade Smols Emmy Smols

The Secret Doctors of NASA: A wide-ranging conspiracy.

A Dentist's Discovery A Psychologist's Suicide A Surgeon's Nightmare

Tales from Social Media

Something horrible is happening to me on Tumblr Something horrible is happening to me on Facebook Something horrible is happening to me on Reddit Something horrible is happening to me on Grindr Something horrible is happening to me on Myspace Something horrible is happening to me on Pokemon Go

Sockets: Craigslist allows you to meeting interesting people.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

#horror stories #scary stories #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #creative writing

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 7 years

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@whatrparks asked for an update on accidental relationship and pining. Here’s the pining update and I’ll probably do the accidental relationship one tomorrow! - Anastasia

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(1/? I 186 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek Hale is a strong, independent dad who don't need no man.

Then why does he fantasize about bending his son's new kindergarten teacher over his desk, and wants to cook him dinner?

Derek Hale is a single dad to baby Isaac and baby Liam and swears he doesn't need anyone else, that is until he meets the most handsome man he's ever seen with eyes that feel like home. No, he hasn't been reading Erica's Romance novels.

won't sleep by triggeringthehealing (froggydarren)

(1/1 I 303 I General I Sterek)

He doesn’t sleep because on those nights, he doesn’t want to. Because on those nights, he finds a spot where he can see the sky, where he can keep his eyes on the bright circle in the darkness around it.

Pretty, Pale (and Mine) by OverMyFreckledBody

(1/1 I 591 I Mature I Jennifer/Kali)

From the first time Kali has set eyes on Julia, she's known, wanted.

Julia's got pale, perfect skin. Kali wants to mark it.

Real Life, Love by QuickLikeLight

(1/1 I 829 I General I Scott/Lydia)

The sound of Lydia’s key in the lock makes him breathe a small sigh of relief. Lydia’s home. She’ll know what to do.

Nonsexual Favors by 42hrb

(1/1 I 851 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek gets a text from Stiles in the middle of the night asking for help. He'll always help Stiles.

The Twenty Dollar Date by Lacrosse_CandyCorn_Puns

(1/1 I 904 I General I Sterek)

Derek pines, Stiles pines, and Finstock just wants the cafeteria to stop serving those god awful fish tacos. Is that too much to ask?!

The Line by inatshej

(1/1 I 931 I Explicit I Sterek)

They spend the whole hour discussing the topic. Both leave with the list of the books to read. The line between them, so clear before – Derek is a TA, Stiles is a student – becomes blurry.

Strawberries and Lemonade by mikkimouse

(1/1 I 992 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles had volunteered to help Derek out with the garden out at the pack house this summer, though also admittedly, he’d done so because he was nursing the most unrequited of unrequited crushes. Spending all summer staring at Derek’s well-muscled back and ass seemed like both the best and worst idea in the world at the same time, and Stiles had absolutely zero sense of self-preservation.

That's Just My Face Stiles by 42hrb

(1/1 I 1,040 I Teen I Sterek)

After Scott manages to break all the centerpieces for Lydia and Jackson's wedding Stiles and Derek are stuck together making new ones.

meat cute by bleep0bleep

(1/1 I 1,046 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles sees it when he’s grocery shopping, the display hardly touched, people opting for the cheaper, non-heart shaped packages of steak. He gets it, he really does, after all, what’s the point of buying specially packaged meats for your significant other if you’re just gonna take the thing out of the box and cook it, anyways?

But if you had a werewolf sweetheart, this would be awesome, right?

Stiles snaps a photo and sends it to Kira, asking if she’s got a present for Scott yet. She texts him back a second later with, aw thanks i already got him a present when i went xmas shopping tho

And then: u should give it to ur werewolf ;)

Stiles stares at his phone, because he doesn’t have a werewolf. Well, technically he has a crush on a werewolf, but that doesn’t really count.

He buys the steak anyways.

Derek's bad luck? by Lonelyirises

(2/2 I 1,401 I General I Sterek)

For a few seconds he couldn’t believe his eyes, when he saw the mole speckled specimen of beauty was standing a few feet away from him, in process of moving heavy looking boxes in to the next house. And the second Derek got over the disbelief he realized his whole world had come crashing down. Why did the universe hate him so much?

Derek had left the his hometown, unable to deal with the heartache and moved to this “nowhere” town about 3 hours away from Beacon Hills, the day Stiles had married Lydia. What was more pathetic? Stiles had no idea Derek existed. And yet… and yet after everything Derek had gone through, and left behind, Stiles was moving in, right next door to him. Derek couldn’t believe his bad luck.

Under Development by dr_girlfriend

(1/? I 1,411 I Teen I Sterek)

Environmental lawyer Derek Hale is determined to stop the planned defacement of his beloved Beacon Hills Preserve by the mammoth Starr Development company. To do so, he makes a deal with the devil himself — Stiles Starr, the brash young scion of the Starr family and COO of Starr Development. Derek hates Stiles at first sight. Mieczysław Stilinski, on the other hand, is someone that Derek could grow to like...or even love.

Praise Jesus for Stiles Stilinki's Hot Bod by TheChosenOneIamNot

(2/? I 1,508 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek and Stiles have been officially dating for six months now and everything is going great, except for one small thing. He's never seen Stiles shirtless despite many heated makeout sessions that end in one or both having to change their pants. Obviously this must be due to Stiles lack of self esteem and must be remedied immediately. With the packs help, hopefully Derek will be able to get into Stiles pants (and shirt) before he dies of sexual frustration.

I Want You to Show Me by hazelNuts

(1/1 I 1,510 I General I Sterek)

Stiles slides out of his car and softly closes the door, wincing when the hinges groan. He trails behind Derek as they walk to his house, close enough that he can intervene if necessary, but far enough away that he knows he won’t wake Derek up. When they arrive at his place, he sits on the porch steps, pulls out his phone, and waits.

Pizza with a Side of Panic by SnazzyJazzyH

(1/1 I 1,767 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles hates pizza but that sure doesn't stop him from ordering pizza from Hale of a Pizza. Although the hot delivery guy probably had something to do with it.

Last Call by Inell

(1/1 I 1,822 I Teen I Stiles/Danny/Jackson)

Stiles decides to drown his sorrows but the bar owners aren’t cooperating with his plan.

Girl Crushed by ExpectroPatronum74

(1/1 I 2,111 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek is in love with Stiles and has been for months, but he has a problem. Stiles is dating Malia and Derek's chances are not looking too good.

Haven't you heard the rumours? by fairyfey

(1/1 I 2,162 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles is a drama teacher who tends to overshare, Derek is a nerdy english teacher who somehow makes cardigans sexy and the students think they should be together.

We’re both high school teachers and my students ship us but I won’t let them tell you au

Eating habits by SourwolfZiam

(1/1 I 2,355 I Mature I Sterek)

"Have you ever eaten your own barf? "Stiles"

Or, Stiles and Derek get their shit together.

starry eyed and nerdified by haleofStilesheart

(1/1 I 2,392 I General I Sterek)

For the past two weeks Stiles has been leaving Derek anonymous love notes. Derek finally guesses who his secret admirer is.

quoting Rhett Butler by haleofStilesheart

(1/1 I 2,445 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has a bad habit of dating complete assholes. Good thing Derek's there to knock some sense into him.

what in carnation? by haleofStilesheart

(1/1 I 2,985 I General I Sterek)

Deliveryman wasn't exactly Derek's dream job but it helped put him through school so he couldn't complain. Especially since it helped him meet the love of his life.

I Fell in Love with My Best Friend (2.0) by DerekHaleGirl97

(1/1 I 3,515 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Now I realize you are the only one It's never too late to show it. Grow old together, Have feelings we had before Back when we were so innocent

I pray for all your love Girl, our love is so unreal I just wanna reach and touch you, squeeze you, somebody pinch me (I must be dreaming) This is something like a movie And I don't know how it ends, girl But I fell in love with my best friend...

Grand Jeté by thekissballad (kkpsigirl)

(1/1 I 3,753 I General I Sterek)

“I don't mean to be rude, Dad,” she said toward Stiles before turning back to Derek, “but as you saw, Mr. Hale, he's not the most graceful person.”

Stiles snorted, turned red and covered his face while his daughter continued. “I don't want him to perform a grand jeté and hurt himself. He needs to be able to catch all the bad guys. So...” she trailed off, looking between both men.

Code Sea Witch by ANTchan

(1/1 I 4,975 I General I Sterek)

At Lydia Martin’s Nereid Crown they have a code: “Somebody asked for the Sea Witch.”

Recipe for the heart. by skyblue993

(3/5 I 5,018 I Teen I Sterek)

It's the last year of high school and Stiles is ready to leave everything behind but there's only one thing he wants to do before leaving for college; Conquer Derek's heart.

To Move On is to Grow by WhisperedWords12

(1/1 I 5,886 I Explicit I Stiles/Everyone)

Stiles decided to put on the collar that marked him as a sub for public use at 16. By law, it was the youngest he is allowed to, and was the only one in his year to do so. It's when Scott gets bitten and Derek comes into town that everything changes.

What You Need by dragon_temeraire

(1/1 I 6,230 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek is an alpha with unusual desires.

Shadows We Make by Alwaysdreaming95

(3/? I 8,728 I Teen I Sterek)

After Defeating the Nogistune Stiles twin, Jada, ends up coming back to Beacon Hills after living in Ireland. The only problem in this family reunion is abondoment and the trouble that follows her home. She tries to deal with her past traumas and her nightmares. This is a story that follows Jada in her journey to deal with the alpha and his pack that wants her dea and her new... old life in Beacon Hills.

Sevens and Eights by calrissian18

(1/1 I 10,092 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has a bandage slung under his chin like a disembodied helmet strap when Derek first meets him. It’s complemented by a chipped front tooth and a scrape of road rash across his cheek.

Mischief and a SourWolf by LoneWolf1993

(6/? I 12,520 I Not Rated I Sterek I MCD)

It's been four months since Derek left Beacon Hills and has began to settle into his new life. Until he gets a message from the life he left that has him coming back to the reason he left in the first place.

Easy, Cheesy by crookedcig

(6/? I 18,881 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek sets his kitchen on fire (a little bit). Stiles is a firefighter called to the scene. Derek communicates his anger with eyebrows alone, and Stiles falls in lust. Slowly, they both fall in more than that.

aka what happens when I try to write how their lives would be different if Laura had refused to ever go back to California.

I like to be called cupcake, too. by ellsaba (laceydean)

(16/? I 18,855 I Teen I Sterek)

It look a long time to come up with a name for the bakery.

Or, it took a long time for Stiles to accept that “no, we’re not going to call it Stilinski’s Bakeski’s, what is wrong with you, it’s not even your business”. Which, yeah, wasn’t one of his greater ideas, but it was one of his ideas. Plural.

Unbreakable by rufferto, SlasherFiend

(3/? I 42,478 I Explicit I Petopher)

After a particularly unsettling week alone in the house he used to share with the wife he loved, Chris has had a little bit too much to drink. Normally he can deal with pain and feelings. Normally he can sort everything out and soldier forward. When he is at the end of his rope there is something that he needs to do and someone who can help him if he chooses to. So he leaves himself open practically inviting the Werewolf to come kill him. But it’s not a fight he wants. A little more than ten years ago he had an affair with Peter Hale. At that time period, he’d needed someone, something to pull him out of the path he was on before it was too late. Before he became Gerard. Peter had been that person. Peter had been the only one to get through to him, make him talk. Peter was the reason Allison didn’t get trained at a young age. Chris handled the ending of it badly. He’d hurt Peter who had fallen in love with him. In spite of being in love, he’d chosen his family. Now he needs that again, he’s falling into that pit and only one man can pull him out of it, if he chooses to.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #pininig #petopher #Peter Hale #chris argent #danny mahealani #Jackson Whittemore #rating: e #rating: g #25kto50k #less than 10k #pining

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There are few times in the life of a fourteen-year-old where peer pressure causes them to do something incredibly thoughtless and dangerous. Some kids go cliff diving, risking death and injury just for the thrill. Some get persuaded to graffiti a corporate building at the risk of getting arrested. Another being convinced to ditch school at the risk of being caught and punished by parents and teachers. Still, few kids could say that they had been begged by their friends to sneak into the basement to see a failed invention. What exactly was the risk? Getting caught by Jazz, Danny’s older sister. It would mean the end for the three of them, death by overprotective lecturing. While they were normally allowed wherever they pleased, Jazz asked Danny not to go to the basement when his parents began construction of the portal. After all, there were “live wires” and “unstable chemicals” that his parents had left unattended. This is why he hushed his friends as he opened the basement door and looked back cautiously to make sure there wasn't a stern older sister casting a shadow down the hall. He walked down the stairs and flicked on the light switch, illuminating the lab.

It was dimmer than usual, and looking up Danny could see why. Several fluorescent bulbs had broken, a result of the portal short circuiting, and his parents had yet to replace them.

Sam and Tucker whistled. The room was littered with scraps of appliances that had been stripped to provide parts for the portal. To his left Danny saw a hole burned into the table, the result of spilled ectoplasm. It dripped ever so slowly onto the floor. Drip. Ten seconds. Drip. Another ten. Drip. He heard Tucker’s hiking boots thud as he walked toward the portal blueprints; Sam’s heavy steel-toed boots followed.

“Wow” Tucker muttered breathily.

“Yeah.” Sam said. She traced the hard white lines with her fingertips. “I don't understand any of this,” she finished with a cheeky smile. Tucker rolled his eyes.

“Let’s see the main event” said Sam, making her way to the portal. Danny joined her, and after a glance at the ectoplasmic weaponry to his side, so did Tucker.

The portal was dark and cavernous, and Danny saw the spark of a live wire inside.

“So it doesn't work?” Sam asked, looking at it curiously.

“Nope.” Danny replied. “They plugged everything in and it all just short circuited.” They were still discouraged over the whole thing. It was rather unlike his parents to give up so soon, but he supposed that one could only take so much mockery. It was their life’s work after all. Danny never thought much of their odd hobby, their ghost hunting was the bane of his social life. Still, it pained him to see his parents so discouraged.

Sam pulled out a camera and began taking pictures of the scene, everything from the “danger meter” to the portal to the wires on the floor. Danny heard a bedroom door creak open upstairs. It could be one of his parents, finally coming downstairs to get a drink or something, or it could be Jazz, about to catch them, and that was not a risk that Danny was willing to take.

“We should leave,” Danny said immediately.

Sam stopped taking pictures and turned to him with a twinkle in her eye. “You should make a pose inside the portal.”

Danny frowned. “Sam I can't--”

“Come on Danny. Haven't you ever wondered what's inside?” She looked at him expectantly and he peered into her gorgeous violet eyes. The word “yes” escaped his lips. He didn't think about it, it simply came out, purely reflex. Whatever she asked of him, he would do.

Sam tossed him a hazmat suit. “Gotta be safe,” she teased. Completely forgetting about the danger of his sister, Danny fingered the material and looked at the black and white suit. He looked into the cold darkness of the dead portal, and realised that was never really alive to begin with. That first spark when his parents plugged it in had done nothing to give it life. The longer he stared at the large, complex hole in the wall,the more eerie it seemed. A part of him felt drawn to it, as if aching to return to a home home that he was completely unaware of. Another, less primal part of him reeled at the thought. The portal was wrong and would bring about nothing good. Danny felt conflicted. He wanted to leave this awful place, to never see the godforsaken portal again, but he also wanted to go inside, to feel the cold metal on his bare fingertips, to let it take him where he was meant to go all along. He slipped the suit on over his jeans and arms and zipped it all the way up to his neck, not even thinking about it.

“Wait wait wait.” Sam put her hands up and came over. She ripped off the iron-on patch of his father’s face. He looked at her. “You can't walk around in there with that on your chest,” she said, gesturing to the patch.

Tucker snorted and Danny glared back at him, trying not to grin. He turned back to the portal and took a step towards it. Why did this moment feel so big? It was as if he were taking a step on the moon. One small step for man, he recited in his head. Really though, all he was doing was providing Sam with some scrapbook photos. It was really no big deal, so why did his palms sweat and his heart speed up?

He took a step inside the portal. His boot hit the metal frame, making a low clink sound. Sam took another picture. “Go on, you're not scared are you?” She motioned him to go in deeper. He walked past the cold darkness and sparking wires and welded metal and stretched out a hand. Cold concrete. He was at the back of the portal. He turned back to his friends who were silhouetted by the light at the end of the portal.

The door to the basement opened with the groan of hinges supporting a heavy load. “Danny?” Jazz called. Danny swore and moved forward frantically. Jazz was so going to kill him. Danny’s breath caught as he tripped, barely catching himself on the wall. His hand hit a button. Click. It all happened in a split second, energy hummed through the walls and the portal was finally alive. Danny gasped and the empty portal was filled with a thick green luminescence. Cold lightning coursed through every part of his body, a scream ripped up through this throat and shred the air throughout the house. Sam froze. The sound paralyzed her and her blood ran cold. This was not happening, not to Danny, never to Danny. Tucker stared at the unnatural green pool before him. His brain was shattered and all he could do was stare. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening, and a part of him wondered if he ever would. A dagger of ice struck Jazz’s chest, propelled by the awful screech. Her breath was stolen from her with a pathetic wail and she collapsed at the top of the stairs, clutching the railing and staring at the awful green wall below. The scream jolted through Jack’s mind and he forgot every failure and every success that had ever taken space in his mind. His lethargy was immediately expelled and with a quickness that he had never before experienced, he leapt up and ran toward the basement. Maddie saw nothing but blackness. The source of that cry of complete agony, the likes of which she had never heard before, was coming from the boy she loved more than life itself. With the power of a million suns she bolted out the door and to her son, to the center of her world..

Danny was nothing but pain. Everything he had ever been had been flushed away by the paralyzing sting of agonizing death. Every muscle and bone in his body ached and he collapsed. He felt a rush in his gut and every moment that had ever shaped that fourteen-year-old came to his sight all at once. Grasping at his mother’s shirt as she left him on his first day of kindergarten, Dash’s knuckles bruising his chest as he shoved Danny against the lockers, his mother stroking his hair as she sang My Sunshine, his dad’s powerful fist wrapping around Danny’s as he led him through a near perfect fishing cast, falling asleep on Jazz’s shoulder as he watched the sunset out the RV window, laughing triumphantly as he finally beat Tucker at Smash Bros, watching the white snowflakes fall against Sam’s beautiful black hair, opening a birthday present to reveal his first telescope. In a blink it all disappeared. Danny exhaled his last breath and was overcome with a coldness. His body and mind suddenly felt lighter and he picked himself up off the harsh metal floor.

Danny stumbled toward the end of the portal. In another set of circumstances, he might’ve stumbled toward his friends, out of the portal. This was not the case. Danny stumbled to the other side, to the swirling green world of purple doors and strange souls beyond.

#woot #dp #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #my writing

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