#maddy fanfiction

[imaginesandbandfiction]

she calls me daddy

A Euphoria Imagine

Pairing: Maddy Perez x female!reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: You’re new to East Highland and Maddy Perez takes you under her wing.

Warnings: NSFW, dom!Maddy, sub!reader, daddy kink

A/N: Under 18 dni!!! This is mostly porn with, like, a lil bit of plot just for fun because fuck Nate Jacobs, based on the song she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA. If you know me irl proceed with caution lmao bc this is literally pure filth. Also this is unedited so there’s probably some errors.

Masterlist

You moved to East Highland a week before starting your senior year of high school and became fast friends with Maddy Perez after complimenting her on her vintage Pucci pumps on the first day of school. She was the one who invited you to your first EHHS party where, for better or worse, you caught Nate Jacobs’ eye. 

The smug smile on his face as he walked through the halls with one arm slung over your shoulders was enough to deter any of the other boys from shooting their shots. By the beginning of October, the whole school knew that the two of you would be homecoming king and queen; it was practically set in stone. 

You and Maddy crushed the first four days of Spirit Week, and suddenly it was Friday and you were wearing Nate’s football jersey tied up around your waist, leaving just a sliver of skin visible above the waistband of your plaid miniskirt. The day passed by quickly since all classes were cut short to leave enough time for the pep rally at the end of the day, which would officially kick off the homecoming weekend. 

Nate drove you home after the game, even though the rest of the team was going out to celebrate. He pulls into the driveway half an hour before your curfew and follows you inside to make the most of them. You lead him up the stairs to your bedroom, shouting a quick ‘hello’ to your parents as you pass the living room. 

“Why can’t you just go to homecoming with me?” he asks

“I told you, my parents won’t let me,” you say, trying your hardest not to roll your eyes as you repeat yourself for what seems like the millionth time. 

“But --” You press a finger to his lips, shushing him and cutting him off.

“I gotta go with a group of girls so they won’t get suspicious. But if you’re a good sport, afterward at Maddy’s house,” you slow down and exaggerate those last two words to get your point across, and you flick your eyes to the open door, making sure your parents aren’t eavesdropping before sliding your hand down to his chest and leaning in until your lips are almost touching his to whisper, “I’ll make it up to you.” He hisses as he sucks in a deep breath, and you pull your head away a split second before he leans in to try and capture your lips. 

“Tomorrow, I promise,” you say, drizzling your voice in regret. A quiet, frustrated grunt escapes his lips as he leans his head back and closes his eyes and you giggle at the familiar action. Power rushes through your veins; it feels good to have someone 

“Tell me why I thought it would be a good idea to date a girl with religious parents,” he groans, running a hand through his thick hair.

“‘Cause I’m irresistible,” you say with a wink. “Speaking of religious parents, you should probably go before they decide that I can’t go to the dance tomorrow.” You walk an unenthusiastic Nate out the front door, giving his bicep a quick squeeze before shutting the door. He hesitates outside the door and leans his back against the solid wood, imagining you on the other side doing the same, but in reality, you’ve already made it back up to your room and are shimmying the screen on your window up. With practiced ease, you swing your legs out and slip through the opening. With three steps to the left, you’re able to wrap your legs around one of the pillars on the front porch, and you clamber down like an expert mountain climber. 

It takes ten minutes to bike to your destination, and when you arrive, you let your bike fall to the ground and pull off your sweatpants and Nate’s jersey, shoving them under one of the wheels. You ring the doorbell and adjust the hem of your skirt as you wait for the door to open. It takes a few minutes, during which you’ve rearranged your very minimal clothing at least fifteen times, but then the door is swinging open to reveal Maddy standing in the doorway wearing a pair of black high-waisted bike shorts with a matching sports bra and a shit-eating smirk.

“You can head upstairs, I’m just gonna grab us something to drink,” she says as you step inside. You nod and follow the familiar path to her bedroom. The lights are off, but the fairy lights on the walls cast a pretty pink glow around the room. You kick off your platform sneakers and sit on the edge of the bed with your ankles crossed and hands folded in your lap, waiting for Maddy. She brings two glasses of red wine with her and hands one to you without a word. The liquid is bitter on your tongue and you feel a familiar warmth spreading through your body as soon as it hits your stomach. 

“Were you with Nate?” Maddy asks. Her voice is clear and her tone is neutral, but her eyes darken with just the slightest hint of anger. 

“Yeah,” you answer

“Did he touch you?” She asks this question a little bit louder and raises an eyebrow as she waits for your response. You shake your head and lower your head to stare into your wineglass, avoiding her intense stare. When you lift your head again, Maddy is towering over you. She takes the glass from your hand and sets it on the floor, off to the side next to her own. Using two fingers, she tips your chin up until your gaze locks on her eyes. Her pupils are so large that only a sliver of dark brown is visible.

“I said: did he touch you?” She repeats, pausing for a second in between each word.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head again. 

“Good.” A smile breaks out on her face and she leans forwards, pushing your shoulders down until your back hits the bed behind you. She crawls over your body, careful not to touch any part of you except your wrists, which she pins to the bed above your head. Then she leans down until you can feel her breath on your ear.

“Do you love him?” Her voice is a husky whisper against the delicate skin of your neck, and a shiver travels up your spine, making your body convulse.

“No,” you repeat, and it morphs into a squeal as she lowers her mouth and pulls your earlobe between her teeth. 

“Who do you love?” Maddy starts a trail of kisses down your jaw.

“You.” The answer is a shaky breath leaving your lips.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Her lips ghost over yours and your hips buck upwards, searching for some sort of friction, but they can’t quite get high enough 

“You. I love you, daddy.” As soon as the words leave you, her lips are crashing against yours and you can taste the strawberry sweetness of her lip gloss. 

When she pulls back to catch her breath, you let out a needy whine, struggling against her firm grasp to free your hands, desperate to touch her. A stern glare stops you in your tracks and you deflate into the comforter.

“Do you want something?” 

“I--” You start to answer, but she cuts you off. 

“Because if you do, you have to ask for it.” She shifts her weight so there’s even more pressure against your wrists, and you moan at the sensation. 

“Wanna touch you,” you manage to mumble. “Please, can I touch you?”

In the seconds before she releases your hands, you’re hyper-aware of how fast your heart is beating against your chest, working overtime to pump blood where you need it most. You immediately grab at her hips to pull them down onto your own to alleviate some of the pressure thrumming in your core. She keeps one hand above her head to support her weight but uses the other one to slip the straps of your tank top off your shoulders. You reluctantly take your hands off of her, one at a time, to pull them off completely. From there, it’s easy for her to slide the slip of fabric down until your boobs burst free. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” she breathes, pausing to admire your small but perky chest and the hard peaks of your nipples. Your cheeks burn under her adoring gaze and you tilt your head back in a silent request for a kiss which she is eager to answer. This kiss is dirtier than the ones before; she sucks your bottom lip into her mouth and then releases it with a small pop, taking advantage of the way your jaw drops in pleasure to slip her tongue in its place. With slow strokes, she licks the roof of your mouth and seems to absorb your soft mewls before they can leave your throat. You open your mouth even wider, wanting more, needing more, but she slides down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses underneath your chin and down your neck. Your head drops back onto the mattress to give her more room and you arch your back to encourage her to move lower. Her hips follow yours as they drop down a little bit and she grinds down on you. You try to spread your legs but she squeezes her thighs tighter around yours to hold you in place which causes you to whine. 

She ghosts a hand over each of your breasts, just barely grazing your nipples, and then trails her fingers lower, over the scrunched-up fabric of your tank top and down to the waistband of your skirt. Her mouth replaces her hand on your breast and sucks on the skin just below your collarbone hard enough to leave a hickey. You lift your hips and wriggle to try and slip your skirt off, but she presses her palm against your hipbone to stop you. The disappointment you feel is short-lived because soon enough her hand is on your exposed thigh and she’s kneading slow circles into the soft flesh with her thumb. It feels like it takes forever for her hands to get close enough to where you want them, but in reality, it’s only a few minutes. She widens her legs and nudges your thighs open with one hand so she has more room to work, and captures your lips in another kiss. It tickles a bit as she drags a finger down the hem of your thong from your waist to your pussy where it glides easily against the silk of your panties.

“Fuck,” she groans against your lips, and you feel her smile. “So wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“All for you,” you breathe. You whimper as she presses the tip of her finger against the wet fabric. 

“You like that?” Your brain is so far gone that you can’t answer with your words, too focused on the rush of pleasure the action causes, so you nod instead. She rubs slow circles around your clit through your panties, and you feel yourself gushing in response. Heat gathers deep in your belly and you push up, grinding your hips in time with her fingers, trying to get her to speed up. 

“Uh, uh, uh,” she scolds, pulling her lips off of yours. “Patience.” Your lower lip juts out in a pout, but then she pulls your panties to the side and you bury your face in her neck, gasping as the sensitive skin is exposed to the cool air of her bedroom. She doesn’t give you any time to recover; her fingers are back on your clit in no time. They circle it one, two, three times before she slides down through your drenched lips. She teases your entrance with her middle finger and your moans are muffled by her neck as you press your face against it even harder. 

“Please,” you whimper, and it’s just barely audible. 

“Please what?” She asks as her pointer finger joins the middle at the edge of your hole. 

“Please fuck me, daddy.” As soon as you finish talking, her fingers are pushing against your tightness, easing you open until they are able to slip in. Your walls clench down and your brain sings with happiness when she finds your G-spot. She presses her thumb against your clit in time with the thrust of her fingers inside you, and your hips buck against her wildly, your pussy seeking every bit of stimulation it can get. 

“Fuck, daddy,” you groan. “‘M gonna cum.”

“Not yet,” she hums, slowing down her fingers just a bit. 

“Please, please, please.” Your voice is a prayer against her skin. She holds you on the edge for a few seconds as your breathing speeds up and your body starts to shake from the effort of holding back your orgasm. 

“Okay, you can cum for me, princess.” Your lips flutter around her fingers as all of the tension leaves your body. Her fingers continue their actions as you ride out your high, shuddering against her. When she’s coaxed every last bit of cum out of you, you whimper at the overstimulation and she pulls her fingers out and drags them up your neck, trailing your juices up to your mouth. You part your lips and obediently suck them clean. She buries her face in your hair and murmurs “You did so good for me.” 

You release her fingers from your mouth and wrap your legs around her waist and she pulls you close, holding you still for a few minutes as you recover.

“Do you think you can do that again?” She asks with a wicked grin. “You haven’t taken my cock yet.” 

“Yeah, but I need a minute,” you answer honestly. Your breathing is still heavy and your heart hasn’t returned to an acceptable resting rate. 

“I can work with that.” Maddy climbs off of you and pulls off her shorts and the black lacy thong underneath them. You can see her own wetness shimmering between her thighs and you lick your lips, eager to feel them against you. Before she gets back on the bed, she pulls you into a half-sitting position so she can slip your shirt over your head. You fall back against the bed when she releases your hand, too worn out to hold yourself up. She crawls back over you slowly, pressing her pussy against your pelvis and then dragging it up your stomach, over your breasts, and up until she’s hovering over your mouth. 

“Are you going to be a good girl and make daddy feel good?” she asks, holding her hips just out of your reach. 

“Yes,” you say, taking a deep breath in and then releasing it so the hot air tickles the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. You can smell her musky scent and your clit twitches with excitement. She shivers and lowers herself down onto your eager mouth, and moans when you press a kiss to her clit. You push your tongue out and she grinds down as it brushes against her opening, but you’re not ready to give her exactly what she wants yet, so you lick your way up to her clit, instead and suck it between your lips, holding it in place to make it easier for your tongue to tease the flesh around it. One of your hands grabs the soft flesh of her ass while you guide the other to massage her lips, and her moans get louder and more frequent as you speed up your actions. 

“Stop teasing,” she demands, and you oblige, dragging your tongue back down to her hole. You circle it a few times and then let it slip inside, moving your hand up so you can rub your middle finger against her clit. She bucks her hips against your mouth, pressing down harder until your tongue is fully buried inside. You lap at her G-spot and massage her clit as she rides your face faster and faster until her thighs clench and she stills as her orgasm hits. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” she moans as she rubs her pussy against you a few more times to ride out her peak before collapsing on the bed next to you. 

“Good?” You ask, turning to face her. 

“So good, baby.” She leans in and sucks your lips into her mouth, humming as she tastes herself on them. One of her hands finds its way down to your pussy, and you gasp as the tip of her finger brushes against your swollen clit. You were so focused on making her cum that you didn’t realize that your own excitement had picked back up again until her fingers slipped on the wetness that had pooled there. “Looks like eating me out got you excited.” You feel her smirk against your lips and she slips one finger halfway inside you. “Do you want to ride me?”

“Yes, please,” you say, nodding eagerly. 

“I think I’m gonna need to stretch you out a bit first, so I’m going to put another finger in, okay?” Before you can respond, she adds another finger and pushes them in deeper, keeping her pace slow and steady for a few thrusts before pulling them back out. You whine at the loss of contact and grind your hips against her thigh to get the feeling back, but she rolls away from you and gets off the bed to dig out the box of sex toys from the back of her closet. While she’s busy, you pull yourself up to a sitting position and scoot to the edge of the bed to wait for her. When she returns, she’s got a large dildo strapped that matches the color of her skin strapped to her hips, and your mouth waters at the sight in front of you. 

“Like what you see?” She asks, teasing you as she pulls her shoulders back and juts her hips forward, showing off the cock between her legs. 

“Yes, daddy,” you say, looking up at her with wide, eager eyes. She grabs your hand and pulls you up only to shove you down onto your knees in front of her. The thick tip of the dildo brushes against your lip and you obey the silent command and let your jaw drop to accommodate it. You push forwards until it hits the back of your throat and then pull back again. There’s still a good three inches at the base that you aren’t able to reach, but you do your best to take just a little bit more every time you bob your head. 

“That’s it, babygirl, I love it when you suck my cock,” Maddy coos, reaching down to lace her fingers through your hair. She tugs on it to get you to move faster, until you’re gagging, and then she drops her hand and pulls back until the dildo falls from your lips. A trail of saliva is still connected to it, and Maddy hums in pleasure at the sight. She pulls you back up and then moves past you to lay down on the bed, motioning for you to follow. You climb on top of her, your pussy aching to be spread, and you let your lips drag against the dildo as you get into position, sending a shock of pleasure through your body. Your body hovers just above the tip of the dildo as you wait for Maddy to speak.

“Are you ready?” She asks. There’s a wicked glint in her eyes that tells you she knows that you are, but she just wants to make you wait a little bit longer. 

 “Yes, daddy, please,” you whine, working hard to keep your hips from bucking. 

“Okay.” As soon as you have permission, you let your knees slide further apart on the bed so you can lower yourself down. It takes a second for your lips to open wide enough for the tip, but then it slips in easily. When you’ve made it halfway down it starts to meet some resistance and Maddy locks her elbows, digging her nails into the flesh of your hips so hard there’ll be bruises when you wake up tomorrow. An indignant huff escapes your lips at the abrupt interruption of your journey, but Maddy lifts her head up to capture your lips in a slow, sweet kiss to make up for it. 

“Don’t want you to get hurt,” she mutters against your lips. “Gotta take it slow, okay?” You nod and lower your head, trailing kisses down her jaw and onto her neck where you bury your face. She loosens her grip on your hands and you feel yourself slowly sliding lower, lower, lower, until you’ve almost made it to the base. 

Maddy’s breath is hot on your ear as she whispers, “Can you take it all, baby?” 

“Yes, daddy,” you murmur against her skin. There’s a little bit of pain as your pussy stretches to accommodate the rest of the toy, but the pain morphs into pleasure once you’ve adjusted enough. “Oh fuck.” Your breathing quickens alongside your heartbeat, and you press your hips down even more until you feel your clit brush against Maddy’s. You know you’ve hit the right spot when she lets out a guttural moan. After a few seconds, she’s pushing your hips back up and you oblige, moving your hips back and forth as you ride her. With every stroke, you grind your clit down against hers for just a moment before she’s pushing you away, delaying your orgasm for as long as possible. You pull yourself up a little to be able to kiss her again, and her breathing gets shakier, letting you know that her own orgasm is close. As the pleasure builds up in your core your thrusts speed up and get sloppier, desperate for every bit of stimulation against your clit. Her grip on your hips loosens and eventually, she lets go, sliding her hands up your sides and to your tits instead, giving you full control. You slow down and focus more on grinding your hips down, pressing your clit to hers. The two of you are making so many noises you aren’t sure which ones are coming from you and which ones are coming from her. She bucks her hips up with increasing speed as she comes undone underneath you. 

“Fuck, baby, right there,” she breathes just before her orgasm overtakes her and she shakes beneath you. You don’t slow down, just continue climbing to your own peak. 

“‘M gonna come soon,” you mumble against her lips as you feel the first crest of pleasure.

“No, not yet, hold it, baby.” You let out a garbled whine but squeeze your eyes shut and pull your hips up to prevent yourself from falling further off the cliff. “Hold it… hold it… hold it… Good girl, okay, you can come for daddy.” As soon as the words have left her lips, you’re swallowing them with a moan, and your orgasm slams into you with full force. You feel yourself gushing all over the cock inside you, and you thrust your hips one last time, grinding down on her as you ride out every last drop of your orgasm before you collapse on top of Maddy. She giggles and wraps her arms around you, holding you tight to her chest. 

“Good?” She asks, rubbing your back as you take deep breaths to try and calm your racing heart. You just nod and nuzzle your head into her chest even further, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with sweat. She lets you lay there for a few minutes before she pushes you off, pulling the toy out and taking it off, letting it fall to the floor next to her bed. You hate the empty feeling you get when she pulls out, but she distracts you by sliding a finger up through your pussy lips, collecting the wetness pooled there. She pops her finger in her mouth and hums around the digit as she tastes you. When you finally drift off to sleep with her arms wrapped tightly around you, that moment replays in a loop in your dreams. 

You’re back at Maddy’s the next day to get ready for homecoming and then take photos, and your pussy tightens at the sight of the bed where, not twenty-four hours earlier, she had fucked your brains out. Thank God the others are too distracted with doing their hair and makeup to notice the blush that creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks when Maddy winks at you. 

At the dance, you alternate between dancing with your girls and dancing with Nate, but when Kat announces that after one more song she’ll crown the homecoming king and queen, you make sure you’re with him. His grip is tight on your hips, digging into the bruises Maddy had made, making them ache. He buries his head in your neck as the song slows down.

“Can’t wait for later,” he whispers, and even though you can’t see his face, you can hear the smirk on his lips. You just hum in acknowledgment as your eyes seek out Maddy over his shoulder. She’s standing by the stage, whispering with Kat. Your heart clenches in your chest at the sight; Kat gets to be with Maddy while you have to dance with Nate-fucking-Jacobs, but you remind yourself that it’s not for much longer. 

Soon enough, the music stops, and then everyone is looking at you as Kat says your name. You forget to breathe as you make your way to the stage with slow, controlled steps. The whole room is screaming and cheering, and it rings in your ears. Kat hands you a bouquet of flowers and places a delicate tiara atop your head, and you feel like you’re underwater, seeing things at a slight delay. 

“And now it’s time to announce our homecoming king,” Kat says, and the room cheers again. Nate’s football friends are shoving him and laughing, and his bright-white smile flashes at you from the back of the room. He’s on top of the world for the ten-second pause Kat takes to build suspension. 

Then, she yells, “Maddy Perez!” and everybody cheers for a second before falling into a confused silence. Nate doesn’t seem to have heard her and he’s making a beeline for the stage, but Maddy is closer, and by the time he’s made it to the stairs, she’s already been crowned. He lifts his head up and the smile on his face drops into a grimace as he notices what has happened. 

“What the FUCK!” He screams. He jumps up the stairs two at a time and lunges for Maddy. She grabs your hand and pulls you to the side as security grabs him from behind before he can touch either one of you, and he kicks at them, shouting profanities as they drag him out a side door. While everyone is distracted, Maddy pulls a necklace from her bra and fastens it around your neck, letting her fingertips linger on the delicate skin on the back of your neck, causing a shiver to travel down your spine. 

“Congratulations, guys,” Kat says to you and Maddy once the commotion has settled down, and you thank her before leaving the stage. The diamonds on the ‘M’ on your chest sparkle under the spotlights as you and Maddy take your spot in the center of the dance floor. 

At school on Monday, it’s Maddy’s arm around you in the hallway and Nate Jacobs is nowhere to be found. All is as it should be. 

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[strawhbrrries]

Starin' Problem.

pairing: dbf!no outbreak!joel miller x afab!reader

summary: a red dress and a glass of whiskey is all it took for Joel to lose every ounce of self control he once had.

warnings: porn no plot, female pronouns, age gap (both consenting adults), unprotected p in v, fingering, creampie, slight creep joel, daddy kink, breeding kink...,mean joel, dirty talk, praise!!!, no use of y/n or descriptions of reader, not proofread

word count: 1.3k words

recommended listening: granite by sleep token

authors note: i'm pretty sure I had planned for this to take place at reader's parent's wedding but i never specified so it's just some fancy event they planned lmfao, enjoy <333

“Quit starin’.” Your father whispered into Joel’s ear, following his eyes to you, his daughter, across the room. “Let's not have a problem tonight.”

“I ain’t.” Joel grunted, taking a sip of the whiskey in his hand as he continued to watch you. “We won’t have any problems.”  

He’d spent most of the night trying to decide if you’d worn any underwear under the dress, with a slit that ended right under your hip he was convinced you weren’t but then you’d turn a specific way and he swore he could make out a line. The low neckline left nothing to the imagination and only added to the torture you were putting Joel through at the hands of fashion, he never knew he could be so turned on by someone your age but here he was with a rock hard cock, staring like a creep.

“Whoever that guy with your dad is has been staring at you all night.” One of the girls you’d been standing with spoke, a hint of jealousy in her voice. 

You turned your head around, making eye contact with Joel, and looking him up and down. You couldn’t deny the attraction you had for him, and the dark red suit your father had picked out to match the same red of the dresses your mom had picked out wasn’t helping at all. He looked you up and down before making eye contact with you again, taking another sip of his whiskey, and twirling a finger around. 

“Joel? He’s probably on a secret mission to keep an eye on me.” You joked, acting like you had stepped on your dress as an excuse to spin around without anyone suspecting anything. 

“He can keep an eye on me.” A different girl responded, giggling as they continued to joke about him.

He could’ve orgasmed right then and there as you spun around, the two of you hadn’t spoken all night and yet here you were entertaining him. His glass of whiskey was almost empty, if he played his cards right maybe he’d be able to get you alone, away from the annoying girls you’d been around all night. 

You watched him glance at his glass before heading off to what you assumed was the kitchen, he hadn’t made any signal for you to follow but this was your moment. 

“What would my dear father think if he knew his best friend was eyeing up his daughter?” You whispered, coming up behind Joel and dragging your nails down his back. 

“Does his dear daughter care?” Joel whispered back, setting his glass down and turning around to face you. “Seemed like you quite enjoyed it.”

He trailed a finger over the neckline of your dress, hooking it under the fabric and exposing one of your breasts. A low groan escaped his throat, accompanied by him fixing his suit pants. His fingers found your nipple, rolling and tugging it slightly. 

“Seems to me you’re enjoying it a whole bunch.” He chuckled, using his other hand to tilt your chin up, leaning down so your lips were inches apart.

“Fuck, Joel-” 

He smashed his lips against yours, swallowing every whimper escaping your lips, pulling the other side of your dress down to expose both breasts. Your hands made quick work of unbuttoning his suit jacket, pulling it off of him and throwing it on the floor, before moving to his dress shirt. 

“Naughty girl, lettin’ some old man touch you in a kitchen at your parent’s party.” He spoke against your lips, shoving your dress down to your hips and taking a step back to admire you. “God you’re fuckin’ pretty.” 

“Joel, please.” You whined, grabbing at the last few buttons left on his shirt desperately as if it was going to get them unbuttoned faster.

“I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already beggin’. Fuckin’ whore.” He chuckled, helping you unbutton his shirt and tossing it to the side with his jacket. “Need some dick, huh?” 

You shook your head, shoving the rest of the dress over your hips and onto the floor, grabbing his head and smashing your lips back together. His fingers danced their way down your skin, memorizing every bump and curve in the chance that he wouldn’t get to do this again, making their way under your thighs and lifting you onto the counter behind him. 

He trailed a finger up and down your folds, gathering your wetness and bringing it to his mouth, groaning at the taste. The sensation of his finger slowly pushing in and out was so overwhelming, you were practically floating on cloud nine and there was nothing you’d change about it.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” Joel rasped, lips pressed up against your ear, removing the rest of his clothing. “Tell daddy how bad you need it.”

“Daddy, please…fuck- need it so bad.” Your words were barely audible, desperate and whiny.

The feeling of his cock pushing inside of you had you throwing your head back, hand slapped over your mouth to muffle any and all noise he’d pull out of you. He pulled back out slowly, watching your pussy grip his cock as he pushed back in. Forbidden sex had never felt so good, he’d find any and every reason to visit you after tonight if he could experience this again. His beard scratched against your neck as he bent over, pulling your body closer to him, sucking and biting at the skin he could reach. 

“God, I could make you a fuckin’ mom.” Joel groaned, leaning his head further into the crook of your neck. “Look so fuckin’ pretty, full of my babies.”

“Daddy-”

“That’s right, say my name, baby.” He switched the arm that was bearing your weight and brought the newly freed hand to your hair, tugging it back enough so he could see your face. 

His hips pistoned in and out, cock reaching places you didn’t even know it could, but if you told him that he’d make a joke about you not sleeping with a real man like him. He placed wet kisses down your neck and all the way down to your nipples, sucking on them in turns. 

“Joel, please, I’m so close..” You cried, eyes filled to the brim with tears that threatened to spill at any moment.

“That’s too damn bad, because that’s not my name.” He chuckled, evilly, wiping away the tears that had slid down your cheeks. “Try again, I know you can do it, baby.”

“Daddy, daddy please.” 

“Good girl.” 

He brought his thumb down to your clit, drawing figure eights in time with his thrusts, coaxing your orgasm right out of you. You slumped into him as it hit you, body shaking as it made its way through you. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his own white, hot high. Your small whimpers as you came back to the world was enough to send Joel over the edge, painting your insides a nice milky white. His own body slumping into yours as he recovered from the pleasure. 

“Did such a good job, darlin’.” He praised, smoothing your hair down as you continued your way out of cloud nine. “Did so good for me.”

You gave him a weak smile, smoothing the hairs that were stuck to his sweaty forehead back to their spot. He sat you back down on the counter and filled his glass up with water before handing it to you, the aftertaste of whiskey was enough to perk you right up. 

Joel helped you back into your dress, fixing your hair to cover the hickeys that were soon to appear, sliding your underwear back up but making sure to push his cum back inside of you before sliding them all the way up.

“C’mon, we got speeches to make.”

#maddies fics #joel miller fluff #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller #joel tlou #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #tlou hbo #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #pedro x reader #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny wasn't sure what to do. Was this legal? He knew the bats were part of the Justice League and whatnot but surely they can't just pick him up off the street after he got into a brawl with some creeps trying to mug him!

Sure, Nightwing had jumped down to help and Danny, still in his living form with its crappy human vision, thought he was another mugger because of the dark and attacked him too.

Now he's sitting in the back seat of the batmobile with his hands in wierd bat handcuffs.

Was everything these guys owned bat themed? Yeah his parents put there last name in all the titles of their inventions but they had a brand to sell so it was excusable. Batman however, is clearly living out his bat shaped dreams. Usually Danny was all for the furrys doing thier thing, one of his best friends was a proud furry and Danny 100% supported him, but there was a line you don't cross and tall dark and fuzzy crossed it when he kidnaped one 14 year old Danny Fenton.

He couldn't Go Ghost right in front of Batman and Nightwing but he could use the one thing his mom made him take with him everywhere since he was a little boy.

His panic button.

It was powered by ectoplasm and could get through signal jammer with no problem. If he pressed the button his parents would drop everything to come save him. They made sure to put little sirens and flashing lights in thier own hazmat suits to make sure they didn't accidentally miss it. Sure they looked hilarious the few times he had seen it go off in his life but it was highly effective.

So he pushed the button and his parents were charging torward them in record time, the GAV playing chicken with the freaking batmobile. Suddenly his mothers voice came from the panic button, "Are you in the front of back, sweetie?"

"I, uh." He stuttered, looking up at the shocked face of Nightwing before answering, "The back."

"Perfect." He mother said darkly.

A trio of high mechanical whines filled the air and Danny didn't need to look through the windshield to know the buzz saws were out.

----

Bruce just wanted to know why Danny Fenton, youngest of the Fenton Family and son of Jack Fenton and Madeline Walker, two people whose marriage brokered peace between thier prospective mafia syndicate families, was doing in Gotham beating up low level thugs.

He was not expecting overprotective mad scientist parents.

#dpxdc #prompts #fanfiction prompts #let danny and Jazz be the unknowing heirs to mafia families please #it would be so funny #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #nightwing #bruce wayne #dick grayson #i chose maddies maiden name based on the fannon that shes related to Warden Walker #the thought that Warden Walkers family would either become or marry into a crime family when hes so...him...is hysterical to me #danny in the back seat: My mommy can beat up your daddy >:3 #danny is the ultimate little shit here

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help masterpost

(On Hiatus for the rest of the month while I work on other things)

Soon after Danny takes two of the failed clones into his body his parents let Vlad take him to a Gala in Gotham. When the Bats clock that he is pregnant they work to get him away from Vlad, find out how and why this happened to him, and fix it.

Danny is just relieved to finally have some adults on his side, and be able to relax and focus on himself and the babies.

Part 1 - Gala and discovery

Part 2 - confronting Vlad and calling The Guy

part 3 - Research and meeting Zatana

part 4 - Raiding Amity

part 5 - Jazz and Danny reunite

part 6 - Jazz's power point

part 7- Damian and Danny bond and Jason comes back

Part 8- Jason meets Jazz

Part 9- Jason meets Danny (finally)

Part 10- Danny calls his friends

Part 11- First date (part 1)

part 12- first date (part 2)

Part 13- Danny's doctors appointment

Part 14- Jason and Danny go camping

Part 15- Vlad crashes the party

Part 16- Frostbite comes to give various check ups

Part 17 - meeting the Justice League

Too many people very kindly asked to be tagged so I've made a master post people can subscribe to! I will reply to this post to inform anyone subscribed about new chapters. Thank you

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#danny phantom #danny is pregnant au #vlad is a creep #dc x dp #fanfiction #finally getting help au #batman #trans!danny #dc stands for disregard cannon #dead on main #implied sa #bad parents jack and maddie #under age relationships

[leclercstarrs]

best friends, cassie howard and maddy perez.

summary: in which things heat up when cassie and maddy approach you at a party.

warnings: switch!reader, threesome, face riding, oral!

notes: enjoy this draft while i work on new things! promise to post something good in a bit! p.s, this is not proof read, sorry babes!

Cassie Howard and Maddy Perez have been close for a long time now. They are used to sharing things, like lots of friends do. From clothes to beds when Maddy sleeps over at Cassie’s place to escape the yelling in her house, and now, you.

When the two girls heard from BB that you were throwing a party, they immediately told you that they’d be attending, and then went home to pick what to wear, even if the party wasn’t for another week.

Now, it’s the night of the party and they enter your house, getting stared at by guys from school as they move through the crowd of drunk teenagers. It’s impossible not to notice the blonde and brunette duo, their matching outfits showing off their bodies. Cassie is, of course, wearing the pink set, while Maddy has on the same set in black.

“Do you see her?” Cassie attempts to ask her friend, her voice going unheard considering the loud music. She stops walking in the middle of the living room, Maddy following her lead.

“Hey, have you seen the host?” Maddy asks a random boy beside her.

“(Y/N)?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Cassie nods. The boy points towards the kitchen and Cassie quickly grabs her friend’s hand, leading her towards the kitchen. “There.” The blonde grins.

“Damn.” Maddy mumbles, watching as you’re lying down on the kitchen island as Jules does body shots on your stomach, a group of people cheering her on. “I’d kill to be Jules right now.” Maddy jokes, earning a laugh from her friend.

“Jules, come on, you’ve had enough.” You prop yourself up and off the counter, taking the bottle of liquor out of her hand before she pours another drink. Jules has been doing this for a while now, to the point that her best friend, Rue, gave up and walked away. “Jules, go find Rue and get a glass of water.” You sigh as the girl tries to take the bottle back.

“God, the two of you are so boring.” She huffs, however, still following your advice and walking out of the kitchen, the crowd slowly exiting as well.

Getting off the counter and tugging at your dress, you pull the tight fabric down your legs a little. You then place the bottle on the counter after taking a quick swig.

“Hey.” Maddy and Cassie smile in unison when they approach you.

You try to hold yourself back from gasping at the girls, looking them up and down. “I see the two of you went for the matching look.” You laugh.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Maddy rolls her eyes, clicking her tongue.

“Oh, it definitely was. You both look hot.” You grab two red solo cups from the counter, then taking the same bottle from earlier and pouring the two girls drinks.

“Thank you.” They take the cups and are quick to down them.

“Hey, you wanna get out of here?” Cassie suggests, turning to look at Maddy, then back at you.

You bite your lip as the two girls stare at you in anticipation, copying your move from earlier and checking you out, admiring how your dress fits on you. “Let’s go, this party could use some fun.” You cave.

“For sure.” Maddy and Cassie are quick to lead you upstairs and towards your bedroom.

“Cute room.” Cassie sits down on the bed next to you and Maddy, looking around the room.

You start feeling increasingly anxious, unsure of what to do and say. However, you push through it and try to remain calm. “Thanks.” You smile.

“(Y/N), don’t be shy. Take off my shirt.” Cassie says, her soft voice encouraging you to comply. Your lips part as you carefully remove the thin pink fabric off of her body, revealing her breasts.

“You’re so beautiful.” You hum, leaning towards her and pressing gentle kisses on her neck, before stopping when Maddy interrupts.

“Awh, what about me?” The girl on the other side of your bed whines, her lips forming into a fake pout. Unlike Cassie, Maddy proves to be more dominant with her actions, grabbing your hands and guiding you to pull off her black top. She tosses her shirt on the floor, Cassie then doing the same. “Here.” Maddy quietly says, once again taking your hands and placing them on her breasts. Her nipples are hard, Maddy’s entire body begging for you to touch her. You carefully massage them, eager but quiet moans escaping from the girl.

Cassie then moves closer to you from behind, stopping you from continuing on with Maddy as the two girls work on taking your dress off, leaving you in nothing but your small thong.

Maddy gently moves you hair out of your face, “Lie down, baby.” She instructs you.

You do as she says, lying back on the bed, unsure of what the girls have planned. Cassie climbs towards you, leaning down and kissing you, before positioning yourself so her cunt is hovering about your mouth. Now, you understand what she wants. “Say please.” You change your tone, feeling more confident in yourself.

The blonde whines, “Please.”

“Good girl.” Maddy chimes in. She’s now starting to work on pleasuring you, kissing up your thighs, until she reaches your cunt. You can feel her breath, it’s as if she’s waiting for you to make the first move, so you do.

Cassie fully places her cunt on your mouth as you slowly lick one stripe up her folds. “Fuckkkk…” She moans, desperate for more and starting to grind against your tongue.

“Keep going.” Maddy tells you as she starts to do the same to you, instead thrusting her tongue into you, earning muffled moans from you as you move your tongue around Cassie’s folds, coaxing out juices as you make your way to her clit. More moans abrupt from you and Cassie. Maddy is teasing you, her tongue flicking slowly on your own clit, your legs slightly shaky. Your hands make their way up Cassie’s waist, sitting there for a moment and guiding her hips with the movement of your tongue on the swollen nub. Cassie has different plans, however, her mouth dropping in pleasure as she drags her hands to her tits, getting you to massage at her nipples, adding to the wave of pleasure going through her.

“Shit, (Y/N).” Cassie gasps, her eyes rolling back.

“Doing so good for Cass, hm?” Maddy muffles as she eats your pussy.

Like the two of you are in sync, you and Maddy thrust your tongues deeper, Cassie going silent, unable to even make a sound as she desperately cums on your face. Moments later, you do the same as Cassie, Maddy sending you over the edge. Your juices flow out of your cunt, Maddy pulling away and licking her lips. “You taste so good.” She smirks.

Cassie gets off of you, her chest rapidly moving up and down as she relaxes after her orgasm. “You’re so fucking good at that.” She praises you.

Meanwhile, Maddy slides your panties back onto you, then moving towards your face. “Mm, Let me clean you up.” She gently grabs your face with her hands and kisses you, the two of you exchanging Cassie’s juices. Next to the two of you on the bed, Cassie grins.

“We should seriously do this again.” Cassie catches your attention and you and Maddy stop kissing.

“Obviously.” Maddy laughs.

#this is really long sorry yall🤓 #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #euphoria x reader #euphoria x y/n #euphoria x you #euphoria imagine #euphoria fanfic #maddy perez x reader #maddy perez x you #maddy perez x y/n #cassie howard x you #cassie howard smut #cassie howard x y/n #cassie howard x reader #euphoria smut

[vibraniumavenger]

Collision

TW/CW: Car accident, injuries.

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Diaz!Reader

You smiled to yourself as you walked beside Christopher, your nephew. You had watched him in the morning while your brother was working, and Carla was attending an appointment. You didn’t mind though, you absolutely adored him, and he enjoyed spending time with you. 

You had an hour to kill before dropping him off to Carla, and heading off to work yourself, so you decided to swing by the station to have lunch with the team. It was quiet when you arrived, indicating the team were on a call. You took it upon yourself to make lunch for everybody, knowing it would be a relief to them when they got back. Chris was sat at the table on his tablet, in a world of his own, allowing you to focus on the food. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as the sound of the shutters opening filled the station followed by heavy boots thudding against the floor as each firefighter jumped out of the truck. The footsteps got closer, the faint smell of smoke mixed with a familiar aftershave filled your nostrils and you instinctively lean back into the body that is now behind you as arms snake around your waist. “Isn’t this a nice surprise?” 

You turn towards the voice, and smile, “Apparently, I can’t seem to stay away.” You lean up to kiss Buck, causing Chris to pull a disgusted face. This seemed to amuse Buck, and he kissed you again. Eddie appeared in the kitchen, and made his way over to his son, visibly happy to see him. “Come on guys, get a room.” You rolled your eyes playfully at your brothers comment, and pulled away from Buck. 

You dished up the food for the team and took a seat, eager to hear about the call they had just been on. You listened intently as you ate, your complete focus on Buck as he spoke passionately about the call. Your heart warmed as you watched his face light up, he loved how much you genuinely enjoyed hearing about the calls, and how his day had gone. Chimney was the next to speak up, “It was a good call, except the part where Buck was playing hero and nearly got himself killed.” Bucks eyes widened and he turned to look at Chimney, giving him a look that immediately stopped him talking. Chimney, trying to help, began speaking again, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn’t any more dangerous than a simple call, the risk is always there. Besides, it was probably one of the safer times Buck tried to save the day, you should’ve seen him on the call last week.” 

“Chim, stop talking.” Buck, who was now visibly on the spot, turned to face you. He studied your face, working out how to approach this. He opened his mouth to reassure you, but you beat him to it, “I thought we spoke about this…” Buck knew you understood that no day was guaranteed, and that saving people on calls was something he would always try to do, even if it put him at risk. He also knew that he had a habit of jumping the gun and putting himself in dangerous situations without thinking it through. “I’m sorry…” 

You checked your watch, and stood up. “I just wish you’d be more careful, Buck.” Chris stood up and hugged Eddie goodbye, and you did the same. “Later bro.” You said goodbye to the team and walked back to the car with Chris by your side. The breeze hit you, and you took a deep breath. Maybe you were overreacting, maybe not but you just needed a moment. You helped Chris into the car and got in yourself, turning on the radio. The short ride to Carlas mostly consisted of Chris laughing as you sang along to the music, and the occasional conversation when Chris wasn’t overly engrossed in his phone. Carla was there to greet you when you pulled up on her drive, Chris was extremely excited and practically jumped out of the car to hug her. Carla gave you a hug, “Y/N, it’s so good to see you!” You smiled and hugged back, “It’s been a while, huh? Life has been hectic.” Carla laughs at this, “You’re telling me, your brother told me all about you and Buck. Moving in together? That’s a big step!” 

“We were practically living together anyway, and if I’m being honest, Eddie is probably just relieved to have his couch back. I was starting to get on his nerves.” You explained to Carla, and she chuckled. “Well, I wish you all the best. I’m gonna get Chris inside, and I’ll let you run off to work. It was lovely seeing you.” You hug Chris goodbye and bid farewell to Carla before getting into your car and beginning your journey to your place of work. In front of you, the amber light turned to red and you stopped. You could see that traffic was beginning to build up on the other side of the junction, and you didn’t want to be late. You sighed, and made the decision to take an alternate route, so when the light turned green, you indicated and pulled out to begin taking your turning. You let out a sudden gasp before you could even properly register the car coming towards you. All you could do was attempt to brace for the impact, and so you did. 

A loud crunching sound surrounded you, followed by the feeling of being thrown as your car was barrelled into. You closed your eyes tightly, scared of what was next. You didn’t have the courage to open them again until the car steadied. The first thing you could see was the airbag in front of you, despite not feeling it deploy moments before. You could smell the burning of the tyres, outside of the car, you could hear the panicked voices of bystanders, but all you could focus on was the blood that was now spread across your arms, unsure of where it was actually coming from. You weren’t in pain, at least you couldn’t feel any in that moment. Is that what shock feels like? You couldn’t think, but your eyes got heavy and you fought your hardest not to succumb to the darkness. 

Back at the station, the call was only just coming in. The alarm blared throughout the station, alerting the team to the call. They were quick to jump into action, grabbing their gear and piling themselves into their assigned trucks. Eddie and Buck sat beside each other, speaking casually between themselves about what had happened earlier. “Just give her some time, she’ll come around. For her, two of the people she loves most are at risk everyday, you’ve gotta imagine it can’t be easy. It’s a risky job as it is, and when you put yourself into riskier situations without needing to, it decreases the chance of making it home at the end. She’s scared. Just talk to her.” Eddie attempted to reassure Buck, who was feeling terrible. He couldn’t shake the image of your face from his mind, the face that showed disappointment in his actions. Before Buck could respond, the truck halted and the team jumped out, ready to give help where needed. Buck stopped in his tracks as an all too familiar car was crushed before him. He tried not to panic, hoping that his suspicions were wrong. His eyes flicked to the number plate and his heart stopped. His feet were moving before his mind could catch up. He shouted your name, drawing Eddies attention. It took Eddie a few seconds to process what was happening. You had not long left the station, it couldn’t possibly be you. Right?

Buck arrived to your car first, nausea washed over him as he caught sight of your injured body. “Y/N? Hey, it’s me. I’m here.” You weren’t completely aware of what was happening, your eyes opened with a struggle. Your movements were weak as you turned your head to look at him. “Buck?” You spoke quietly, not completely aware of the situation at hand. “Don’t move, try and keep still.” He tried to remain as calm as he could, he didn’t want to scare you any more, he was terrified himself. Eddie ran right over to the car, his heart racing as he feared what he would find. His first instinct was to check the back seat, relief finally washing over him as he saw no sign of Christopher. Still, he needed to make sure, “Y/N, was Chris in the car?” 

You shook your head, “Carlas.” Eddie felt a weight off his shoulders, knowing his son was safe. The weight soon came back when he saw the condition you were in. Your eyes rolled back, and you fell into unconsciousness. Bobby was running the scene, assigning Hen and Chim to medically assist you, and he grabbed the gear to support Buck and Eddie in freeing you from the car. Buck didn’t want to let go of your hand, but he knew he had to in order to get you out sooner. The team worked tirelessly, ensuring to be as careful as possible. Bobby handed the halligan to Buck, “Buck, you focus on getting the doors open. Diaz, grab the saw and be on standby.” 

Buck groaned as he tried to pry the doors open, with no results, “Roofs too dented Cap, I can’t get it open.” Bobby nodded, and turned to Eddie, “Saws it is. Get in there Diaz, Buck, you too.” The roof was off in no time, Hen and Chim jumped straight in and equipped you with a neck brace, and got the back board in place to move you. Hen checked your vitals quickly, trying to make sure you were steady enough to be moved. “I’ve got a faint pulse, we gotta move.” They moved you out of you car quickly, and transferred you to the ambulance. “Trauma to the abdomen, possible internal bleeding. I’ll let the hospital know we’re en route.” Buck jumps into the back of the ambulance with Chimney, and instantly takes your hand in his. Hen places herself into the drivers seat, putting the ambulance into 911 mode and begins the journey as fast as she can to the nearest hospital. 

Buck hated seeing you like this. He was filled with anxiety, the nausea constantly there as he studied your visible injuries. His heart sank with every second that went by, the more he thought about you laying there almost lifeless, expecting you to flatline any second now. “I’m sorry baby, we can’t leave things like this. I need you to get through this so I can apologise to you. I know I’m not the easiest person to love, and I also know that I’m the biggest pain in the ass, but I love you, and I need you. Please.” Buck sobbed as he held your hand tighter. Time seemed to be going extremely slow for Buck, yet moments later Hen was pulling up at the hospital. You were rushed in, Hen spewed all your information to the nurses as you were wheeled in and handed over. Buck, Hen and Chimney stood there as you were wheeled out of sight. One of the nurses stopped Buck from running after you, and he sat defeated in the waiting room. The rest of the team arrived soon after, Eddies face was similar to Bucks. Eddie spoke first, “Any update?” The lack of response from Buck had him on edge, fearing the worst. Luckily, Chimney filled the silence. “There’s no update, but no news it almost always good news.” 

Eddie placed his hand on Bucks shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before sitting down next to him. “How’re you holding up?” Buck didn’t look up, instead he kept his head in his hands. He couldn’t respond, he couldn’t trust his voice not to give out. His leg bounced anxiously, and despite not talking, his feelings were painfully obvious. Eddie could empathise, he knew exactly what was going through Bucks mind. It was happening to him too, but he concealed it as much as he could, knowing Buck needed him. “You know, each time we’re sat in these chairs, it never gets easier. You don’t have to talk, I get it. I think you should know that I’m right here for you, I understand. Y/N is going to be okay, that I have no doubt about. She’s my sister, and us Diaz’s, we don’t back down. We fight.” Eddie continues talking, and he’s not sure whether he’s trying to convince Buck or himself. 

A few hours go by, and the team are waiting as patiently as they can for an update. Maddie had arrived some time ago, and was sat with Buck. She was not only there to support her brother, but also her brothers girlfriend, who Maddie had claimed as her best friend shortly after meeting her. Bobby hands a coffee to Buck and Eddie, who hadn’t moved from their seats since arriving. This changed moments later as a nurse approached, making them stand. Buck felt as if his legs were going to give way any second. The nurse cleared her throat, “She’s stable. She’s incredibly lucky to have made it out with the injuries she did, it could’ve been a lot worse. She’s awake, if you’d like to go see her.” 

Buck didn’t stick around to hear whatever else the nurse had to say, he darted through the corridor until he got to your room. He stopped to take a deep breath, and stepped inside. He was scared to look at you, all he could picture was you covered in blood still. His head shot up as he heard a voice, your voice to be exact, “Buck?” 

He was by your bedside in a blink of an eye, taking your hand in his. His eyes wandered over your body, taking in each of your injuries. His heart broke a little more with each one. He finally looked you in the eyes, and that’s when it hit him. His eyes filled up with tears, “Y/N…”

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m fine, see. I’m right here.” You gave his hand a squeeze, trying to give him the reassurance he needed. Buck took a seat close to your bed, your hand in his and against his lips. You move your hand up to his cheek and wipe his tears, Buck practically melted into your touch. “I really thought I had lost you.” 

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I need to apologise for my reaction earlier, that could’ve been our last conversation earlier and left without saying goodbye, or telling you how much I love you.” 

Buck shook his head, “You have nothing to apologise for, I’m the one that owes you an apology. I’m sorry that I’m not more careful when I’m out on a call, I shouldn’t be that reckless. I’m sorry that I can’t promise to walk through that door every night, safe and unscathed. I can appreciate how you feel now, and I promise I’ll try my hardest to be more careful. I love you, and I don’t want you ever feeling anything close to what I’ve felt today.” You wince as you sit up, making Buck panic. You push through the pain, and pull Buck to you. “Come here.” He stands from his chair and leans down to kiss you quickly. He carefully moves your hair from your face, ensuring he doesn’t touch any of your cuts or bruises. 

“I love you too, and even though I’m petrified that you won’t make it home one day, I trust that you’ll try everything in your power to make sure you do. I’m proud of you, Evan.” As you spoke, Buck smiled to himself. A sense of relief washed over him. Before he could respond, you continued. “So… does this mean I can finally get a new car now?” 

Buck chuckled, “You’re a pain in the ass, Diaz.” 

“Takes one to know one, Buck.”

A/N: So, I think I rewrote this like 10 times. Its been a while since I've done any writing, so please bare with me while I figure out my writing style again. Any criticism is welcome, I appreciate the feedback.

#911 abc #911 x reader #911 fox #911 imagine #9 1 1 fanfiction #911 spoilers #911 show #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #abc 911 #buck x reader #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz imagine #oliver stark #911 on abc #chimney han #911 chimney #maddie and buck #Maddie and chimney #bobby nash #henrietta wilson #athena grant #bobby x athena #buckley han family #buck x eddie #Diaz!Reader

[escelia]

Danny can't recall many fond memories of his childhood, but ones he did remember often included their summer trips to his Aunt Alicia's in the countryside where he and Jazz would play in the woods just outside the Kent family's farm. The Kent's were a wonderful family who took his parents' ghost talks in stride, and they were always kind to him and Jazz. Danny loved when Clark and his wife Lois were in town while they visited. They always had really cool stories on account of them being journalists. And if Danny seemed to notice that Clark tended to treat everything like it was glass, or that he seemed to hear things way better than he should... well, Danny wasn't going to say anything about it.

It was about a year after Danny's accident that the Fenton family made a trip back out to Alicia's. Clark happened to be in town; he heard the Fentons were coming. He'd heard shouting coming from Alicia's, but had initially thought nothing of it. The Fentons were a loud family, always getting into some sort of trouble. Then he heard the sound of their weapons firing; a little weirder, but still normal for Jack and Maddie. And then he heard a cry for help... that's when he found Danny stumbling through their fields, covered in dirt and blood and green, glowing goop. He had a gash in his side that he gripped at in pain, and his eyes burned a toxic green in his determination to get to the farmhouse. He clung to Clark as soon as he was close enough.

"Please help me," he whimpered through ground teeth. "My parents are hunting me, please you have to help me!" Probably a meta, he thought, angry that Jack and Maddie could do something like this to their own son, meta or not. With gentle hands, Clark lifted the child he'd known since he was a baby and got him to the safest place he could think of for medical attention. It was time to smuggle a child into the Batcave.

OR

Clark has known Danny his whole life, and when an identity reveal goes sideways in the countryside, Batman helps Clark adopt Danny.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #fanfiction #superman #clark kent #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom crossover #Danny suspects clark is superman #and that's why he goes to him for help #Danny gets adopted by the Supers this time #but batman is rooting for him #Aunt Alicia for sure beat tf out of Jack and Maddie for shooting their son #i swear i have the chapters outlined for my other fic #justice league #i feel like Danny would absolutely love using his powers around the supers because he would feel like he fit in

[moonlight-stalker]

# Dc x Dp 157

Bruce gets a call from CPS late at night telling him that he has a son who's 2 years old and is in the hospital if he can go to Amity Park so he can get custody of him.

On his way there he learns that Daniel has been electrocuted in his parent's lab and his 5-year-old sister Jazz was the one to call 911. When responders got there they found both children in the basement where a home lab was, the responses could not find either of the parents in the house. Both children were being treated for their injuries and malnourished.

#My post #DP x DC fanfiction prompt #Dc x dp writing #Dp x dc #Neglected Jack and Maddie #Danny's accident happens earlier #Bruce decides that he's going to take Jazz too #The Wayens learning how to take care of a toddler and a young child

[mvltisstuff]

hi hi

idk if you’re accepting requests but if you are pls could i request an evan buckley where he has a gf/wife and a baby but the 118 doesn’t know, and maybe one day reader/kid is injured and they either turn up at the fire house or the 118 is called to the scene and buck has to come clean about his secret wife/gf and kid?

thank you bestie, i love your writing <3

lover - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @eddiemunsens

a/n: what tswift album do u guys think the 118 are 🤭 also what happens to yn is inspired by an episode of s19 that i love sm it’s so funny :))

buck knew the second y/n got pregnant that he wasn’t leaving. two years of dating is a short time to have a child, but they loved each other more than anyone. they knew they could give a child a good life, so they went with it.

all three of them moved to la, so buck could work with the LAFD and y/n could get to a higher position at work. their life there was immaculate. their little family was thriving, so buck put a ring on her finger. he didn’t even hesitate to buy the biggest one he saw, because he loved y/n the second he met her, and he emotionally couldn’t wait anymore. the words husband and wife rang in his ears, making him drop a dumbfounded grin.

no one at work knew, he didn’t really know what they thought of him. his team knew he was too fine to not have anyone, so they figured he was just with some girls here and there. the last thing they expected was a child and a fiancé along with it. it never came up in conversation, but buck still didn’t bother. he didn’t want to face any judgement from people that he didn’t already get from his family. the constant scrutiny about his age and his girl was exhausting.

now, neither of them would’ve changed it for the world. buck can’t imagine himself happier or in a life without them. it hurts him to even consider what would happen if y/n and his little boy weren’t there. he always gazed at them playing, sometimes just wanting to observe their brilliance.

buck knew he would have to explain to his team that he’s married, and that doesn’t mean he’s ashamed. he wants the world to know, but he doesn’t want y/n to be hurt by opinions from other people. he didn’t realize how soon he would have to until the alarm rang and until dispatch came through with the address. it was their house. the house where buck and y/n raised their son and the one where either could be hurt. every single scenario waved over buck, making him panic more by the second.

“you good, kid?” bobby asks, taking note of his bouncing knee.

“uh.. yeah! yeah, i’m fine,” he lies. buck hasn’t been with them for more than a year, so they just pass it along, not knowing any better. buck climbs out of the truck, grabbing a few tools before sprinting toward the house. now, the teams more alarmed. what is it about this house is making him act like a maniac?

“y/n?” buck calls out, running around trying to find her.

“kitchen!” she yells out, sounded distressed which only makes buck move even quicker. when he walks in, he immediately notices her leaning over the sink, her hand in the disposal. bobby and the rest of his crew walk in behind him, the four of them standing in the kitchen staring at her. “well?”

“oh-“ bobby moves, starting to gather some more tools out of his bag.

“what the hell happened?”

“i dropped my ring down, and i was trying to make him lunch,” she nods to the baby, sitting on the floor happily, clearly having no idea what’s happening. “i don’t even know why i tried to grab it, like some idiot!”

“hey,” buck says, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “you’ll be fine, y/s/n is fine, yeah?” she looks up at him and nods, brushing her hair with her free hand.

“should we know the kids name too?” chim asks, giving buck a completely bamboozled expression. y/n passes buck the same face as hen walks over to check her hand. buck can’t get around it this time, and he wants them to know for once.

“um, guys,” he starts. “this is my fiancé, y/n and my son.”

“your what?” hen shouts, peeking her head out from behind y/n’s shoulder. she gives hen an awkward smile and buck stands there stiffly, worried about their reaction. everyone looks around at each other in shock that buck has his own family, and they didn’t even know.

“why didn’t you tell us?” bobby wonders.

“because i didn’t know how you’d react! i’ve heard it all from my parents, i didn’t need any more.”

“buck, we would’ve welcomed you no matter what your home life is. we’d love to get to know you and your family despite how it might’ve happened,” hen tells him, kindly. buck is confronted with immediate love, something he’s not to familiar with other than when his shifts end and he’s in y/n’s arms again. he’s surprised to say the least. he expected at lease some judgement, but there was nothing of the sort in the room.

“i’m thrilled you’re all having a nice moment here,” y/n interrupts. “but can we maybe get my hand out of my sink?”

buck and bobby pull the cabinets open and start drilling at the pipes underneath. buck secures the ring in his fingers before beaming up at y/n, showing her that he found it. “i got it!” he replies excitedly. “thank god, i don’t know if i have insurance for this thing. cost me my left leg,” he whispers to bobby. once they fully disconnect the system, hen slowly drags her bloody hand out and wraps it up. she hisses at the contact of the gauze and antiseptics. chimney starts to clean up the rest of the supplies, as hen treats the wound.

“so,” chimney begins. “when’s the wedding?”

“time and place, chim,” hen tells him. “time and place. but, yeah, are we invited?”

“yes,” buck says, obviously. “you’re invited.” he moves over to scoop his baby off the ground, carrying him over to his friends. they all speak to him in their little baby voices, and y/n watches with a shining smile on her face. buck knows he did the right thing, but he wishes he didn’t wait as long. now, he is certain that he has two solid families.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #athena grant #henrietta wilson #evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckley x reader #chimney 911 #911 fanfic #911 chimney #may grant #maddie buckley #evan buckley angst #evan buckley x y/n #evan buckley fluff #evan buckley one shot #evan buckley fanfiction #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x you #evan buckley fic #buck 911 #911 fox #eddie diaz 911 #911 fic #911 show #911 on fox #911edit

[bondedcloud]

Maddie Phillips as Cate Dunlap.

#cate dunlap #cate dunlap x reader #gen v cate #gen v #gen v spoilers #maddie phillips #asa germann #gen v finale #genv #jaz sinclair #jordan li #london thor #the boys #gen v edit #genvedit #gen v x reader #gen v cast #gen v amazon #gen v fanfiction #gen v prime #gen v episode 8 #catedunlapedit #cate

[salemsvlog]

Maddie, joking about Buck liking guys for almost 5 seasons: for the kicks an giggles

Maddie, after Buck comes out to her:

#salemshit #9 1 1 buddie #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911edit #9 1 1 #9 1 1 fanfiction #911 tv show #tommy x buck #i love them so much #oliver stark #ryan guzman #lou ferrigno jr #jennifer love hewitt #maddie buckley #bi evan buckley #it’s so funny #I mean #sweetie what did u thought it would happen #incorrect 911 quotes #buckley siblings

[diazevan]

it's a leap of faith

Buck needs to talk to somebody after kissing Tommy. So, naturally, he ends up on his sister's doorstep in the early hours of the morning. Read on AO3

“Hey, I’m sorry..." Buck feels like he’s completed a marathon, or maybe even two. All he's done is sit in his apartment, mulling over the events of the evening, before realizing he needed to speak to somebody. 

So, he got into his car and drove to the person he can always count on.

Maddie stares at him, slowly blinking. “Buck, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Sorry.” His heart thumps in his ears, and if he doesn’t sit down soon, he may crumple into a heap. “I just—I just, um–”

“Hey.” Worry fills Maddie’s face. She reaches out, pressing a hand to his arm. “It’s okay. Come inside.”

Buck takes careful steps toward the dinner table, because if Jee-Yun hears a floorboard creak, she’ll be up. 

He thanks the stars that Chimney is working. While he hopes to tell everybody about his revelation, he intends on taking it slow. 

Maddie takes a glass from her cupboard and fills it with water, which she places in front of him. He takes a sip, ignoring how much his hands tremble as he does.

He can sense Maddie’s concerned gaze, looking for answers and worrying about worst case scenarios, as both of them tend to do.

“Buck, look at me.” She takes his hand, and mimics a deep breath, for him to follow. “Breathe.”

“I’m okay,” he pants, taking time to calm himself. “I promise, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” Maddie’s eyes are frantically searching for an answer, and he can see the panic growing in them.

“I spoke to Eddie,” he calms his tone, hoping to show her that he is okay.

“Yeah?”

“He forgives me. And I owe him a few favors,” Buck says, with  a smile.

“Rightfully so.”

“I, ur…” Buck laughs, bowing his head. Then, he stops, taking a second to compose himself. 

This is the moment. The leap of faith he knows that queer people take every single day, and this one is his.

He isn’t sure what he wants or needs to say. There’s no manual for this, and researching ‘how to come out’ only guides him so far. “Do you ever feel like you’re not complete?” he finally asks.

Maddie frowns. “Not complete?”

“Like there’s parts of who you are, that you haven’t discovered yet, and when you do, everything kinda, comes into focus,” he stammers.

“Sure.” Maddie nods. “I think that’s life, right? We’re always changing.”

“I guess.” 

“Evan?” She speaks gently, as if she’s calling out to him, despite being sat side-by-side. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“I just, kinda don’t know how to explain it.” Buck sits up in his chair, clutching his hands together. 

“I’ll understand.”

There’s no right or wrong way to do this, but Buck feels like he’s about to take center stage and perform a song he doesn’t know.

“Tommy kissed me,” Buck blurts.

Surprise crosses Maddie’s face, and her jaw slacks slightly. “Tommy kissed you?” Her expression morphs with realization, and she smiles. “And how did that make you feel?”

“I, um, I kissed him back,” Buck splutters, his hands flailing about in front of him. “I wanted to, and I…” He suddenly becomes aware that his cheeks are wet with tears.

He’s not entirely sure why he’s crying. He’s certainly not upset. If anything, he’s joyous.

“It felt like, um that—” he cries.

“Everything came into focus?” Maddie finishes.

“Yeah, yeah.” He runs his hands over his cheeks. “It really did.”

Maddie jumps to her feet and pulls him into her arms. Since he’s sitting down, she has a height advantage, and as he wraps his hands around her back, he feels like a little kid again.

The same one who always ran to his big sister.

“Thank you for telling me,” she whispers in his ear as she clings to him. She steps back to press a kiss against his birthmark. “I’m proud—oh, and I.” Tears are filling her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Buck spots the clock on the wall behind Maddie, and inwardly cringes. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“It’s fine.” She waves a dismissive hand as she sits down. “You can always wake me up when you need me.”

"Thank you." He relaxes, and then says, “I thought I’d be–”

“You’d be what?”

“Confused, but I’m not, it all makes sense.” He leans his head in his hand. “There are all these moments I’ve looked back at, and I know now, what they meant.” He lifts his shoulder in a half-shrug. “I just, I never knew that this was a discovery I could made–”

“What, at your old age?” She teases. “Not everybody knows exactly who they’re going to be by 18.” Her smile somehow grows wider. “I’m so happy for you. You look–” she cuts herself off, tilting her head like she’s had an epiphany of her own.

“What?”

“You don’t look like you’re holding the weight of the world on your back anymore.”

Buck lets out another breath, and like every one since Tommy kissed him, it is filled with relief.

Because he’s finally free.

#911 spoilers #911 fanfiction #911 abc #evan buckley #maddie buckley #i haven't published anything in almost a year! so excited to have inspiration again. #the buckley siblings

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Project R au except Danny is not the clone.

Instead Danny gets Ras Al Ghuls attention after overhearing that the baby in the tube was made from a bunch of "Robins/detectives" and a little of Phantom himself and looks the guy in the eye before using his intangibility to grab the baby-still not breaking eye contact- and saying, "Mine now." before disappearing.

Danny comes home and explains the situation to his sister and parents and they welcome the new baby into the family with open arms. When asked why they took dna from Danny, Jack immediately jumped in with, "Because we're Fentons!" As if that was all the reason needed.

Elsewhere Ras tells the bats about the clonenapping, conveniently leaving out the part about Phantom also being one of the babys dads. The bats go a little crazy trying to find out where thier baby is and why some no name villian (cause thats what they believe he is due to what little media coverage Amity Park has on him) wants with thier baby.

Then they learn about the ghost thing and then the research. At first they didn't believe it because they had dealt with ghosts before and they were nothing like that. But the more they looked the more they realized these weren't the kind of ghosts they were used to...

#dpxdc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #ras al ghul #is suffering #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #dannys parents dont know yet #maddie is overjoyed to have another baby in the house #so is jack but hes having trouble keeping quiet during nap times #dannys just glad he doesnt have to raise the baby alone or something #the Batfam vs the Fentons and thier wierd nightmare house

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help (pt 3)

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What Tim and Bruce found was completely ridiculous. It really wasn’t hard to find the Doctors Fenton’s website but it was ridiculous! It was outdated and gaudy with animations of cartoony ghosts everywhere. If it hadn’t been for how clear Danny was about his parents' names Tim would have skipped right over it. But when he got past the terrible website design and started reading it his stomach just dropped lower and lower.

The writing was clean and scientific though it couldn’t disguise the malicious delight they took in tearing the creatures they called ‘ghosts’ apart. Whatever these ghosts really were Danny had been internalizing this attitude about Himself for years! They also bragged about their weapons and their government contract. So whether that was true or not Danny hadn’t been lying or delusional, it was his parents. And regardless of what these ghosts actually were it was obvious they were supernatural so RR sent a link to the website to Zatana.

(link)

RR: What do you think?

Tana: Lol is this a joke?

RR: I wish, I know it looks like one but no, this is deadly serious.

Tana: Hang on

Red Robin put down his phone to give Zatana the time to read over the site and looked more into Maddy and Jack Fenton while she did. He found their graduation certificates, and pictures of them in college with what must have been a much younger Vlad. So they were actually doctors of some sort, they had their doctorate, though that didn’t exactly make it any less likely they had gone fully off the rails now.

His phone dinged and he picked it up to see one short message from Zatana.

Tana: I’m coming to the cave.

Tim sighed and put his phone back down, spinning his chair to face B who was hunched over the computer typing furiously. “Zatana is on her way, I asked for her opinion of the Fenton’s research and she must think it’s big.” He said as he dug out a domino mask.

“Hm,” B sounded and went to get his cowl. “Report?”

“The Doctors Fenton are doctors, they got their doctorates though I don’t know in what yet. They’ve been friends with Vlad since university and they certainly at least think they’re studying ghosts. Their website has articles on behaviours and biology, and how to hunt and hurt ghosts. They brag about a government contract.” Tim summarized. “You?”

“The Ghost Investigation Ward does exist and they are a government agency but they only seem to be active in the town of Amity Park and they’re so inept! It wasn’t hard to hack them, they’re trying to sound mysterious and a little dangerous talking about protecting humanity from invasions from other worlds but I don’t think they’re actually that competent,” Batman said with a scowl.

“The only reason we didn’t know about this was because we weren’t looking! And it’s possible Danny is right and they were jamming calls from Amity to the JL, but I have a terrible feeling what actually happened if that the call came through and someone heard them talking about ghosts and rogue government agencies, assumed it was a prank and blocked them,” Bruce said massaging his temples.

“Ah,” Tim said, his heart dropping at how plausible that sounded. Could they have saved Danny before, if they had taken that call seriously.

“And Vlad is the mayor of his town, there are articles about Danny fighting him in public. It seems like everyone knew their relationship was antagonistic at best and No One defended him. The GIW also listed him in their special thanks for helping fund them. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been using them as a tool to threaten and control Danny.” Batman said with cold fury. Tim took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

“We weren’t able to protect him, but we will avenge him. And we’ll keep him safe Now,” Tim reminded his father. Privately thinking that as soon as he could he was going to tell Jason about this so they could Really make sure Vlad never came near Danny again. An arrest just wasn’t strong enough for a man like that. He wasn’t going to tell Bruce that though, obviously.

The sound of the Zeta tube interrupted their moment as Zatana arrived, looking slightly more ruffled then she usually did. She must have really rushed here, which was a bit worrying.

“Zatana,” Batman greeted.

“Hello Batman, before we talk I need to check your wards.” She said already walking past them.

“Hm,” Batman sounded, making RR smile a little, how Batman made that sound mean so many different things always sort of amazed him.

“I need to check the ones on your home too. And I’d like to meet the boy you have under your care,” She said briskly.

“How did you know about the boy?” Batman asked gruffly.

“Lucky guess,” she said briskly, her hands glowed as she walked around the cave, making seemingly random gestures as if touching or pulling on invisible threads. None of the bats really understood magic so they left her to it. When she was done they let her up into the manner, she knew their identities already after all and she checked all the wards on the home very thoroughly, occasionally casting spells to reinforce them. They collected Dick and Damian trailing after them curiously as they went as well.

“Alright, can I meet the boy now?” She asked, turning towards Bruce who crossed his arms and puffed out his chest a bit.

“Not till you explain to us what’s going on,” He growled and Zatana looked over the curious stubborn faces surrounding her and sighed.

“Fine,” she allowed, resigned. She rubbed her temples as she looked around for a chair and sunk down into it. “So what the Fentons seem to be referring to as Ghosts are actually denizens of the Infinite Realms, the space in between every world and afterlife. Some of the beings there were once people who died but many aren’t. They’re also known to be very powerful and quite violent though thankfully not particularly interested in the living. The fact that the Government is apparently messing with something like this is very bad news.

“Constantine and I have been keeping half an eye on the situation in Amity Park but they had their own pair of Heroes, Phantom and Red Huntress, who seemed to have the situation well under control so we weren’t all that worried about it. We weren’t tracking the more human elements of the GIW and the Fentons,” She bit her lip and thought for a moment.

“When Tim sent me that website and I was made aware of those, that changed things. What’s worse is the photo the Fentons’ have of their family. Their son… we knew Phantom looked young but ghosts often stay at a younger age than they really are, with how powerful he was we assumed he was Old. But he looks exactly like the Fenton’s son. Did they not notice he was dead or…” She looked around at their faces, apparently getting her answer from their expressions.

“There have been rumours for a long time about a very rare and powerful sort of living dead, humans soaked in the pure energy of the infinite realms resulting in a still living ancient. It’s so rare that people usually think it’s a fairy tale but with the work Phantom’s parents do it makes a sick sort of sense. And what it means is that that boy you have stashed away is basically a baby God and we all have to be very careful.”

There was a heavy silence as they all processed what she was saying. “Are you… sure?” Tim asked, uncertainly.

“I won’t be till I meet him, but I’m as sure as I can be without that at the moment,” she said firmly.

Tim sighed and pulled out his phone. “Cas is with him, I’ll text her to see if she’s up to meeting you. If he’s that powerful we don’t want to push him right?” He asked as he typed out a text to Cas.

“Yes. Like I said he’s been acting as a hero in Amity, he seems like a good kid but I have no doubt in my mind if he’s pushed too far we could have a truly apocalyptic situation on our hands,” She said which made Tim swallow thickly.

His phone dinged and he checked it. “Danny is willing to meet you but he’s really tired so go easy on him and don’t stay long,” Tim relayed her message.

“Alright that’s fine, thank you. Show me the way please,” She requested.

Bruce took over, leaving the way. “We don’t want to overwhelm him, I think only I and Zatana should go in, with Cas still there since he seems to feel safe with her,” Bruce informed his children.

“Alright, just tell us everything soon!” Dick demanded and Bruce’s lips twitched up in just the suggestion of a smile as he nodded to them.

He took off his cowl, he wasn’t in his full uniform anyway and he didn’t want to scare Danny. Besides if he had been a hero even if he clocked Bruce he would understand.

“Hello Danny, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Zatana,” She introduced herself s she followed Bruce in. She would have offered her hand to shake but Danny was half hiding behind Cas sitting on the bed.

“It’s nice to meet you too. What’s with the outfit?” He asked curiously which made her laugh.

“I’m a hero, one of the less known ones. I’m part of Justice League Dark which is their supernatural division along with Constantine and Deadman and a few others. He’s a ghost, but I assure you the government hasn’t been giving him any trouble, probably because they knew they wouldn’t get away with it.”

“So I’m just lucky then,” Danny said with a bitter curl to his lips.

“As a hero, I want to ask, are you Phantom?” She asked rather bluntly.

Bruce shivered as the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few degrees and Danny’s eyes started to swirl with green as he glared at Zatana who managed to barely react. Batman noticed how her back tensed a bit but it was barely there. “You know?” Danny demanded. “You knew about what was going on in Amity and you didn’t help?!”

“I’m very sorry Danny,” She said genuinely. “We knew something was going on, but we didn’t look closely enough. We thought that you were an older ghost just of someone who died young because of your strength, and it looked like things were under control. Normally our involvement wouldn’t have been appreciated, intruding on someone’s haunt, so we didn’t look any closer. I am so sorry we overlooked you but we’re going to make up for it now I promise.

“I’ve checked and reinforced the wards on the house so nothing should be able to come in uninvited, and I’m going to contact the rest of the JLD. We’re going to go to Amity, we’ll figure this out and deal with it I promise.”

The temperature in the room slowly went back up, Danny was still upset, but he didn’t seem like he was about to snap anymore. While Zatana had been talking Cas had started gently rubbing Danny’s back and that seemed to be helping too. After a moment Danny looked up again and nodded, accepting the help.

“The veil must be very thin there, to let so many ghosts through?” Zatana probed gently.

“It is, but more than that two years ago my parents succeeded in building a portal to what they call the Ghost Zone. This kinda green world of floating islands.

“A portal,” Zatana said flatly, blinking rapidly. “To the Infinite Realms?”

“Ah is that what it’s really called? Ya probably? That’s how everyone’s been getting through. How I got my powers too, the ghosts call me a halfa, but I’m not the only one. Vlad’s one too.”

Batman heard Zatana mutter “Two?” softly, baffled and alarmed but she nodded. Bruce filed that information away too, it seemed Vlad was even more of a threat then he’d first appeared to be.

“Alright, I’ll get as many of the JLD together as I can and we’ll head to Amity. We’ll shut down the portal and deal with this.” She said determinedly.

From the look on Danny’s face he didn’t really believe her, but he nodded again and leaned against Cas. “Good luck I suppose,” he muttered and sighed, rubbing his face.

“Just… tell me if you get in over your heads okay, I’m used to dealing with all this stuff.” God he sounded so tired, the poor kid.

“I will, but don’t worry about us, just take care of yourself okay? This is a good place to be, I promise you won’t have to be alone anymore.” Zatana assured him. She probably had more questions, but it was very obvious that Danny was getting tired.

“Bruce is good dad,” Cas chimed in, speaking up for the first time. It embarrassed Bruce a little but he smiled at them and nodded a little.

“Thank you,” Danny said, his shoulder slumped and his back curled. “Can I go to bed now?”

“Of course Chum,” Bruce agreed, starting to shoo Zatana out of the bedroom with Cas on their heels. When they closed the door behind them Bruce heard the lock click quietly closed behind them. He really hoped that Danny would feel safe enough to sleep well.

@zlinen  @sebas-nights   @littlefeather345  @isnt-that-grape     @idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit  @shadowkatt99  @fantasticstoryteller @blackshuckatdusk @blacksea21090  @sithlordchimchnga @fanfictionforme2 @imalittlefangirl25 @bushbees @yotsubaayase @thomasdimensor @ultimatebluff

#red robin #danny phantom #dp x dc #batman #bruce wayne #fanfiction #tim drake #zatana #cassandra cain #the fentons are bad parents #Vlad is a creep #misunderstanding #danny is pregnant au #mama danny #bad parents jack and maddie

[gorgeys]

imagine….

gently holding maddy’s hands while applying a topcoat of nail polish on her fingernails. you treat her so delicately, the brush barely grazing her nails and your fingers cautiously holding hers, afraid of pressing too hard.

your eyes are trained on the slight movements of the brush, your eyebrows knitted in concentration, and your lips pursed ever so slightly. you’re afraid of messing up.  you always are, but especially on her. luckily the soft, familiar music playing in the background and the silkiness of your sheets beneath your knees is comforting against the sensation of her in front of you.

she’s just as focused on you, her brown eyes unable to retreat from your face. she’s come to love the way you focus on your craft, the way you focus on her.  she’s learned every little quirk of your lips and twitch of your nose from the times you’ve worked on her, committing them all to memory.

she feels awkward and obsessive about the way she thinks about you but she can’t help herself.  she loves the way you care, the way warmth radiates off of you whenever you’re touching her, the way you look up at her every so often to check on her.  its a sort of calm that she hasn’t felt before.

you had only begun giving her manicures a couple months ago when one of her friends recommended you for a cheap set.  you had learned how to do nails from youtube tutorials and it had become your talent, but never in a million years did you think you’d be good enough for the most perfect girl in school.

but you were sat across her on your bed every couple weeks painting intricate patterns on her acrylics. you talked frequently during your sessions but seldom outside the confines of your room.  nevertheless, conversation flowed smoothly.  she always made you nervous but she was surprisingly easy to talk to. you were like the oasis from her usual, dramatic world.

but then there were moments of silence. there were moments where the only thing you could feel was the soft skin of her hands and the beating of your own heart. and moments when she felt her chest tighten as you made the simplest eye contact.

as much as she wanted to deny it, she knew she felt things for you, even in the short time you had spent together. she knew when she got home each time after leaving your house and was already craving to be with you again.  sometimes she tried to ruin her nails just so she had an excuse to see you again.  she knew when she laid in bed at night after a bad day and the one thing that made it a bit better was the thought of your sweet smile.

and she must have known you felt things for her. the way your eyes gleamed when she complimented you was almost embarrassing. a single word from her would make your entire day. and every single time you went the extra mile to add painstakingly complex details to her nails and give her a discounted price.  though she always paid you more than what you asked of her.

when you were done, you looked up at her with a smile, pushing the brush back into the nail polish jar.  you didn’t let go of her hand and she didn’t pull away.  the corners of her lips curled upward, her heart melting when she recognized the pride in your eyes and your smile.  she slightly squeezed your hand, a silent thanks and praise.

your gaze flickered to your hands and then back to her face, your heart beating faster when you realized just how close you were.  you waited patiently, hoping that the adoring look in your eyes would coax her into making the first move.  luckily you wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

#maddy perez #maddy perez imagine #maddy #maddy euphoria #euphoria #maddy perez fanfiction #euphoria x reader #euphoria fic #maddy perez x reader #maddy perez fic #maddy perez x y/n #maddy perez x you #maddy perez x fem!reader #lesbian #wlw #female reader #euphoria fanfiction #euphoria fanfic