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A Mountain To Climb - Part Nine

Note - just wanted to say thank you all so much for all the love you show this every week. Now I’m posting and running but send me your thoughts please 💙

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.1k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

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‘What if I want you to watch?’ You asked him, appearing in the open doorway. He did a double take as he looked up at you from his spot on the side of the bed, clearly unsure as to wether he’d heard you correctly and he swallowed hard as he furrowed his brows at you.

‘What?’

‘What if I want you to watch me get changed?’ You questioned, taking slow steps towards him as you placed yourself in between his thighs. He kept his hands planted on the bed, afraid of what he might do if he touched you in this moment. ‘Is that something you would want?’ You asked and even though he looked petrified right now you could see in his eyes that he wanted you.

‘What’s going on’ he whispered to himself and you let out a little chuckle.

‘I’m sick and tired of pretending I don’t want you when I always have’ you confessed to him sternly and you saw his eyes widen as he let out a shaky breath, finally hearing the words he’d waited for.

‘Is this the alcohol talking’ he laughed, trying to make light of the situation but you wanted to prove to him you were serious.

‘I haven’t had any alcohol since the second drink you made me. And I know you only had two drinks cause you can’t handle any more than that’

‘Well that’s me told’ he said quietly and you took the opportunity to tease him a little, bringing your hands up to your shirt and starting to undo the few visible buttons. You were surprised that he didn’t try and stop you so you took it a step further, grabbing his hands and resting them around your back.

‘Could you unzip me please?’ You asked quietly, and he gave a you subtle nod of his head before reaching for the zip and pulling it down as far as it would go before you took a step back to shimmy it down your hips. When it dropped to the floor you looked up to watch Mason, his eyes trained on the tops of your thighs as your shirt was just covering your underwear. You took you time unbuttoning the last few buttons before you slid the shirt off your shoulders, leaving you just in a pair of black lacey knickers.

He shut his eyes at first, cursing under his breath multiple times and rather than wait for him to look at you, you sauntered forward and grabbed his shoulders before straddling his lap causing the smallest whimper to come from him as his eyes finally met yours.

‘Promise me you’re sure about this’ he whispered as he grabbed your naked waist ‘That you realise what this means?’ he asked, his dark eyes drilling into yours as he searched for the answers he wanted.

‘You said it yourself downstairs, things have changed’ you breathed, ghosting your lips over his causing him to groan before you kissed along his jaw to whisper in his ear. ‘Now I need you to take care of me, Mase. I need you to fuck me like you’ve always wanted to cause I know you have. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve looked at me from the second you saw me’

‘Holy shit’ he whimpered, throwing his head back and exposing his neck that you latched onto immediately. Kissing and sucking his skin as you started to rock your hips over him. You felt him hold you tightly, turning and flipping you onto your back before jumping up and starting to undress himself down to his boxers.

You laid there and took him in, clenching your thighs together at the sight of him. You’d seen him without a top once and knew he was in good shape but the sight of him now was making your mouth water. He was so toned and perfect but the tattoos that littered his skin were sending you feral. You wanted to reach out so you could touch them and kiss them whilst he told you all about what they all meant and you were so lost in your own thoughts you didn’t realise he was done and was looking down at you.

He seemed a little nervous so you shuffled over and onto your side before holding you hand out to invite him over. He took it carefully and slotted himself next to you before grabbing your waist again. ‘Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting this’ he whispered and you cupped his jaw in hopes he would look at you in the eye.

‘Don’t be sorry. I know it’s all a bit of a surprise and if you’re not ready we don’t have to-‘

‘I’m ready’ he interrupted quickly, not wanting you to back out before things had already started and you sent him a gentle smile as you softly ran your thumb over his cheek. ‘I just didn’t think our first time would be at Bens house’ he laughed whilst rolling his eyes.

‘You’ve thought about our first time?’ You teased and you watched as he blushed and tried to hide his face.

‘More times than I care to admit’

‘Oh well, it’ll make it more memorable this way’ you winked and he gave you a little nod before getting serious again.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful’ he breathed before finally connecting your lips once again. He was slow and careful at first but as you both got into the swing of things he pushed you back ever so slightly so he could tower over you, resting his leg in between yours before his hand began to wonder up to your chest.

You both moaned as he delicately traced the sensitive skin and he seemed finally confident enough to give you what you needed. He pulled back from your lips, cheeks flushed and eyes clouded with lust as he kissed his way from your jaw, down your neck and all over your collarbones before he got to your chest.

‘I can’t believe how perfect you are’ he whispered into your skin before taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking. Your hips bucked up into him as your fingers found his hair, raking through his locks so you could keep his head exactly where it was, but his wandering hands were trailing further down to where you needed some relief. He shuffled in between your legs as his lips trailed down your body, taking the time to kiss over your tummy which caused you to giggle.

‘Mason’ you laughed and he looked up at you with a cheeky glint in his eye.

‘What? Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? Just let me take my time and appreciate you a bit’ he winked before his head dipped to start kissing you again. His lips finally made their way to your underwear, kissing along the band before looking up at you. You lifted your hips without a word and he laughed before hooking his fingers through them and pulling them down your legs.

The was an obvious tent in his boxers and you sat up to pull them down but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the sides of you head as he pushed you back down onto the bed, his face hovering over yours and his bulge now pressing into your core as you gasped at the sudden change of pace.

‘Nuh uh, not yet’ he whispered, bumping his nose against yours making you whimper. ‘Oh, you like it like this do you?’ He teased, his voice now laced with cockiness and you nodded gently as he smiled. ‘Well I’m gonna need you to keep these hands up here for me for a bit. You think you can do that baby?’ He asked and you melted at his words, never knowing you needed to be called baby by him until this very moment. ‘Good girl, and I need you to keep these legs open for me too and just relax yeah?’ he told you and you managed to choke out a yes, his sudden change in attitude getting you more hot and bothered than you thought you could be.

Before you could even think about moving your arms his face was in line with your core and you felt him nip the inside of your thigh with his teeth before licking a long stripe up the centre of you. You gasped at his movements, your first instincts being to close your legs around his head, but his hands that were wrapped around your thighs kept them open for him and without thinking you laced your fingers through his hair. He seemed to like this though, moaning louder into you as you tugged on it a bit.

You’re body was turning into jelly as you melted into the sheets, every suck and flick of his tongue making you want to grind your face into him until he dipped his tongue into your entrance causing his nose to bump against you clit and you shivered at the sensation.

‘Fuck, Mason’ you moaned and you heard him growl before detaching himself from you and hovering back over your face. You whined at the loss of contact but he was quick to gently insert a finger into you which made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

‘Eyes on me baby’ he breathed, his lips barely touching yours and you could just about taste yourself on him. Your eyes snapped back to meet his dark ones as he added another finger, pumping them in and out of you slowly before his thumb came to your clit. ‘Say it again. Tell me who’s making you feel this good’

‘You are, Mason’ you whimpered out, tears falling from the corners of your eyes and he kissed them away gently, a contradiction to his cocky tone and teasing words. ‘Fuck, right there’ you gasped and he made sure to keep doing what he was doing as he lowered his head to connect your lips gently. ‘Masonnn please’

‘Good girl, keep saying my name’ he breathed and you felt your legs begin to shake around him as your high approached. You couldn’t believe how fast he’d got you to this point, but you were more turned on than you could ever remember being. His lips soon attached to your neck and your body erupted in goosebumps as you came around his fingers. You cried out his name but his lips were on yours to silence you immediately, forgetting you weren’t on your own as most of the guest rooms in Bens house were full but you didn’t care, too focused on the way Mason was making you feel.

After he’d ridden you though it he pulled away from you, your bottom lip trapped between his teeth before he let go and it snapped back into place. You felt as light as air and dazed as he jumped up and finally tugged his boxers down, your heart rate increasing at the sight of him. You thought he might of been big but he was perfect and you wanted to make him feel as good as he’d just made you feel. You sat up onto your knees and he let out a little laugh, clearly amused by your sudden surge in energy as you pointed to the spot you’d just been.

‘Sit down, I wanna ride you’ you breathed and he cursed under his breath before jumping on the bed to sit against the headboard. His hands tapped his thighs and you crawled over to him, straddling his legs once again as his hands wrapped around your waist before stroking up and down your back lightly.

He was looking up at you adoringly but you could see his eyes were full of lust and you smiled at him before cupping his jaw and placing your lips on his. You kissed each other softly, taking a break from all the intensity that had just taken place so you could catch your breath a bit. He smiled onto your lips as you began to gently rock your hips along his length, the little moans and whimpers coming from him making you speed up until you needed to feel him inside you.

You reached down, lips still connected as you grabbed a hold of him and guided him towards your entrance. He broke away from the kiss, his wild eyes on yours as you lowered yourself onto him slowly as his hands gripped at your hips tightly. The familiar burn was overwhelming as he was a lot bigger than you’d anticipated so the gasps that left your mouth were louder than you meant them to be but he didn’t try and silence to this time, too caught up in the feeling of how you fit around him so perfectly.

‘Jesus Christ, y/n’ he breathed, his lips now sucking at your collarbone as he helped slowly guide your hips over him.

‘Slowly, Mase’ you mumbled, taken aback by the feel of him inside of you but he was so gentle and gave you the time to adapt to his size until you got to the point you were bouncing up and down on him faster and faster as the seconds went on.

His face was buried in your neck but you wanted to look at him, wanted to know how you were making him feel, so you tugged on his hair until eyes were looking back up at you. Your heart stuttered at the sight of him, hair messy and sticking up in all directions, lips swollen and pouty as he struggled to regulate his breathing and the most adorable blush was painted across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. You lent down to scatter kisses across his skin as he hands moved to your bum so he could help guide you as he bucked up into you, causing you to moan even louder than before as he hit that perfect spot inside you.

‘Get on your back, gorgeous’ he whispered, helping you off him but you ignored his request. Staying on you knees whilst wiggling your bum in the air which caused him to laugh. ‘You want it like this huh?’ He teased and you nodded as you arched your back whilst he positioned himself behind you.

‘Come on, Mase. Show me what you got’ you teased and he laughed almost shyly at you whilst he gripped your hips.

‘Fine, but not for long. I wanna see you’ he mumbled before giving your bum a harsh slap.

You gasped at the sting of it, turning to look at him but he gave you a cheeky wink as he was lining himself up with you and thrusting in without a second thought. The loudest moan escaped your lips as he filled you to the brim, making you collapse forward and bury your head into the pillows to muffle your cries as his hips snapped back and forth inside you. He felt amazing, hitting all the spots you needed him to and his hands were digging into your skin so hard you knew you’d be left with bruises.

You weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to put up with him drilling into you like this without being able to cum, feeling it already brewing, but he quickly pulled out of you before wrapping an arm under you to flip you onto your back. The fact he could just throw you about like it was nothing made your tummy flutter and you laid there in a stunned silence as he forced your legs apart around him again. Your face was covered by your hair but he gently moved it out the way so you could see again and his soft smile melted you.

‘You okay, baby?’ He whispered but words were failing you so you just nodded as he kissed your cheek. ‘Sorry, I’m so close but I don’t wanna finish yet’ he told you quietly before kissing you again. The feeling of his warm, sweaty skin pressed against yours made you shiver as you both got into the kiss, his length pressing against your thigh and he couldn’t help but guide himself back in, both gasping at the familiar feeling.

He rocked his hips into you at a leisurely pace, as if he had all the time in the world to savour you and you thought you might burst. This was so different to sex you’d had in the past and your whole body felt like a live wire. Sure you’d slept with guys but if was always a quick fuck. No feelings involved and it certainly never felt this good. The chain around his neck was dangling low in your face and it wasn’t long before he took it in between his teeth causing him to bite down on his lip deliciously making you moan loudly. He’s was so incredibly sexy and you couldn’t seem to control yourself which he made worse when his lips moved downwards, licking your chest before taking your nipple back in his mouth.

‘Mason, I’m so close’ you whimpered and he grunted before his face came back to hover over yours, eyes staring into your soul as you chased your highs. You held onto his strong shoulders as he pushed you through it, his hand coming to cover your mouth as you cried out his name whilst cuming around him. He was spent soon after, your name tumbling quietly from his lips as he collapsed on-top of you. The only sounds now being your heavy breathing as the pair of you tried to calm down whilst Mason absentmindedly traced random circles on you ribs.

‘Sorry, Mase’ you whispered, trying to shuffle from under him so you could head to the bathroom. He mumbled a quick sorry back before un-trapping you and you rushed to the bathroom to sort yourself out. You couldn’t look at yourself in the mirror for some reason and the thought of leaving the bathroom so exposed scared the life out of you.

This isn’t what you did, you didn’t sleep with someone and then spend the night. You got dressed and you got the hell out of there.

Your first instinct was to do exactly that and run as far away as possible so you didn’t have to think about it again. You felt so unsure of yourself and you had no idea why, tears springing in your eyes almost instantly and you told yourself to take a few breaths before joining Mason again. Thankfully he’d tuned most of the lights off and was in bed facing the other way so you could quickly run over to your bag and you pulled out a top and some shorts to cover up. You were just about done when he looked over to you and pulled the cover back for you to get in.

You slid in carefully, turning so your back was against his chest and he wrapped his arm around you to keep you in position. ‘You okay’ he whispered and you nodded your head, feeling like your voice might break if you said anything to him. ‘Good. Let’s get some sleep yeah? It’s late’ he told you before placing a kiss on your shoulder and snuggling down into you.

Your eyes became blurry almost instantly but you willed them shut as the hot tears rolled down your face. You were panicking and you couldn’t make it stop, your mind racing over what he’d said to you this evening about things were about to change and knowing what sleeping with Mason meant. You realised now you were in far too deep and if it carried on any longer one of you would only end up hurting the other. It all felt like a mess and your natural instinct was to run and hide.

You laid there for what felt like hours when in reality it was only 20 minutes until Mason was in a deep sleep, rolling onto his back and snoring softly causing you to let out a quiet breath. You quickly and quietly slipped out from beside him and grabbed your stuff so you could go hide in the en-suite, ordering an Uber through your tears before getting dressed. You were rubbing at your eyes to try and make your crying stop but it only made them look worse.

Your Uber was almost there so you took a deep breath and snuck out of the bathroom, but you were met with the worst possible scene in-front of you. Mason was awake, sat up in his boxers with his lamp on and his eyes were straight on yours.

‘Y/n? Everything okay?’ He asked softly, standing up to come over to you but you didn’t have any words to offer him. ‘Baby? What’s going on?’ He whispered, catching onto your swollen and bloodshot eyes as he cupped your jaw so you would look at him. ‘Hey, talk to me. Why are you crying?’ He mumbled before finally taking a proper look at you. Fully dressed, shoes on with your bag in hand. ‘What’s going on. Where are you going?’ He asked you a bit more firmly this time and your eyes stung at the fact he’d figured you out.

‘Mason, I-‘

‘You’re running out on me aren’t you?’

‘No’ you breathed but he saw right through you, stepping back and you choked back a sob as his face dropped.

‘What the fuck, y/n? Are you actually kidding me’ he snapped, his voice rising and you knew if he carried on then he’d wake the whole house up.

‘Mase, please just let me-‘

‘I can’t believe this. So what has it just been fake the whole time?’

‘No’ you cried, stepping towards him but he backed off which only made you sob harder.

‘I’m not just some guy some guy you’ve slept with that you can bail on. I thought I meant something to you? I thought we were friends at the very least. This isn’t how you treat people you care about!’ He roared and for the first time since you’d known him you felt a little scared. ‘But we’re not friends are we? Friends don’t do what we do and it just be normal. I thought you were mine’ he whimpered and your heart broke at the sight of him. ‘I don’t give a shit if people have been bad to you in the past, that doesn’t give you permission to treat everyone else like crap!’

His words hit you like a slap in the face and you froze on the spot. Hurt seeping into your skin as he lost his mind and it was all your fault.

‘I tried so hard, like really fucking tried with you. I’ve had the shit ripped out of me for months by my mates cause they know how much I like you and just when I think it’s been worth it you fuck me over? What were you expecting y/n? For me to wake up tomorrow and not wonder where you were? To not hear from you again maybe? For it to not hurt like fuck and to just be fine with that!’

You didn’t know what to say, and you’re heart broke as he wiped his eyes furiously whilst turning away from you.

‘You know how much you mean to me and I really thought I meant more to you than I quite obviously do’

‘Please let me explain’ you cried but he shook his head immediately.

‘No, I’m done, alright? I give up so If you’re going then go’ he told you harshly before whipping round to face you when you didn’t move ’get the fuck out!’ He bellowed and you didn’t need telling twice. You made your way to the door and were met with Ben just coming out of his room.

‘Y/n? Are you okay? What’s going on?’

‘I have to go’ you whispered brushing past him but he was following you down the stairs and through the house.

‘It’s 5am, you can’t go now. Just wait a minute’

‘I’ve got an Uber outside it’s fine’ you sobbed and you stopped to quickly face him. ‘Thank you for letting me stay’

‘Y/n-‘

‘I’ve got to go’ you sniffed before tugging the door open and making a beeline for your Uber at the end of the drive.

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tokbilltom · 2 months

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DIEEEEEEE!!!

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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Replaying Call of Duty: Cold War

How come I never see no love for

Frank Woods:

Alex Mason:

And Russel Adler:

#cod #call of duty x you #call of duty x reader #call of duty black ops #call of duty black ops cold war #call of duty cold war #cod Cold War #alex Manson #russel adler #Frank woods

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extraordinari1y-ordinary-writer · 3 months

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Hello, could you do dark danny x female reader relationship headcanon or scenario. (But dark danny is in the past. So he's living with his family) Where dark danny has a huge crush on the reader (he meets her on a walk one day) and they became best friends but he tries to ask her out, but doesn't know how. So his younger self and friends (Sam and Tucker) and jazz help him. (While Tucker and his younger self make fun of him along the way)

Pairing: Dark Danny x fem!reader

Summary: Dark Danny has a crush.

Content Warning: Reader is in her mid-20s

Word Count: 600

Note: Was this requested? Yes! I'd like to thank @wereallmadhere666 for the request. I hope you like it! I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.

Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕

He was shocked at first—stunned, even. It was early in the morning, and he was feeling restless—the perfect time to go walking.

And that's when Dan saw you, bundled up against the crisp morning air. You smiled at him in passing but spared no other glance. But he couldn't help but look back at you. Your hair was down, legs covered in sweatpants, and feet covered in old shoes. Your hands shoved into jacket pockets as you made your way down the sidewalk. Nothing extraordinary. Just an ordinary human.

So why was he feeling so breathless?

. . .

Danny was quick to make fun of his older self. The former villain, who once was hellbent on securing a dystopian future, was now left a blushing mess by some girl. It was too funny.

"I don't see the humor in this." A scowl was evident on Dan's face.

"Oh come on!" Danny exclaimed. "Lighten up a little."

The older ghost scoffed. A hint of a blush dusted across his face.

"I'll help you out if that's what you want," the young halfa offered. Narrowed eyes went the teen's way. Danny held his hands up. "Only if you want it," he added.

There was a heavy pause. "Fine."

Danny grinned.

. . .

Danny invited Jazz and his friends to what he called "Operation True Love." Dan would have throttled his younger self if he could. The kids took the mission very seriously. They discreetly followed the older ghost on his walks, Danny invisible and intangible while Tucker used his tech for…something. Dan tuned out most of their planning.

Their frequent meet-ups—and Danny's and Tucker's constant teasing—resulted in Dan leaving for more walks. The door slammed behind him on a particularly frustrating day. He needed to clear his head. Dan needed to breathe without a group of teens hovering and teasing him.

He needed to figure out why he was allowing a bunch of kids to meddle in this crush. Would it even be considered a crush? He only saw you once. Sure, he was smitten, but what are the odds that it would be—

Dan's scrambling thoughts were gone when he felt someone collide into him. He heard a surprised squeak, then a curse. He was stunned for a moment, not entirely processing what had happened. When Dan looked down, he saw you. You looked confused, almost bewildered, as you blinked up at him.

Dan felt his face warm. "I'm sorry," he stammered, holding out a hand to help you up. "I wasn't paying attention."

You took his hand and stood up, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth—a warmth spread through Dan. "It's fine," you remarked. "Happens to the best of us."

Dan tried for a smile. He still held your hand, relishing in the warmth you brought him. Danny and his friends were no longer invading his thoughts. The only thing he could focus on was you. A fleeting glance did nothing to capture how beautiful you were.

When you introduced yourself, it snapped him back to reality. He quickly dropped your hand, the heat returning with a vengeance as he gave his name. You giggled at that, and Dan let out a nervous chuckle.

"Wanna grab some coffee?" you asked. "To apologize for running into you."

"I should be the one treating you."

You waved him off. "Who knows? Maybe I'll let you pay next time." There was a teasing lilt to your words, but there was a promise lingering underneath.

And as much as it pained him, Dan knew he'd have to thank Danny and his friends.

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#danny phantom fanfiction #dark danny #dark danny x reader #danny phantom x reader #danny phantom #requested #sam manson #tucker foley #fanfiction

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danny-phantom-x-reader · 2 months

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Character of your choice! Either receiving or giving flowers!

- 💗 anon!

AWW, The Main Trio <3 Thinking of maybe writing a sick reader with character taking care of them Sorry it's kind of short

Daniel 'Danny' Fenton [Giving]

He saw them when doing ghost work and was instantly enchanted by them. They reminded him of you

He's so giddy when getting them and can't wait to give them to you

Though he does get a little nervous when giving them to you

Little did he know they were ghost flowers and would end up possessing you

He blames himself for it and decides that he'll buy you flowers from now on

Tucker Foley [Receiving]

He's fangirling

"Flowers? For me????"

He's smiling and his face is a bright red

He doesn't care what anyone says. He loves the flowers, even if the gender roles were reversed

He puts them in the prettiest vase next to his bed

He's so sad when they start to die

He'll try to save them for as long as possible, but it doesn't really work out all that well

Samantha 'Sam' Manson [Giving]

She waited to long to give them to you and they're dead

They're all sad and bent over, the leaves curled up. She's smiling awkwardly as she gives them to you

"It gives them personality!"

"Personality? Sam, they're dead."

She sheepishly laughs, "Aren't all the best things dead?"

#sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #danny phantom #danny phantom x reader #sam manson x reader #tucker foley x reader #yandere danny phantom #daniel 'danny' fenton #samantha 'sam' manson #danny phantom headcanons

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miscmonstro · 1 year

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The Uno Reverse Adoption Saga (formerly No Title Yet) 6

what's this? a title?? on MY fic?????

First: Chapter 1

Previous: Chapter 5

Next: Chapter 7

Halfa!Trio Au crossover with Batman

Current Characters: Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Jason Todd

Summary: Forced to attend a gala by her parents as she is every year, Sam Manson was resigned to suffer through the stifling three-night gala until something pulled at her core. The something turned out to be a someone. Just who is Jason Todd and can the trio gain enough of his trust to help him before his struggling proto-core collapses?

👻 {Chapter 6 Below!)

Jason was pissed.

To be fair, pissed off could describe him at any given point, though the trio didn’t know that.

“So you just decided ‘hey, rain’ll work’,” he glowered.

The four were in the attic. They’d returned the hostages and the crasher to the main floor for the paramedics and police to find respectively and then withdrawn to temporarily camp out. After a brief introduction of Tucker as Ghouley they glossed over Sam’s name, moving the conversation every which way before Jason had all but demanded to know how exactly they’d worked around the situation.

“Yeah,” Tucker shrugged. “And it did work, didn’t it?”

Jason muttered curses to himself and with their enhanced hearing, the phantoms heard every word. Danny mentally shuffled at the colorful vocabulary and Sam’s snicker echoed in their heads. They weren’t quite used to it because even if they could curse in their minds, they could not speak those words aloud. Curses were used sparingly. It was even more unusual to hear from someone else; back home, no one could swear.

Jason didn’t respond to Tucker’s statement and the frown on what was visible of his face under the mask deepened. “That was reckless. And where is Manes? Four kids isn’t better than three.”

“Uh oh,” Danny thought. Tucker made a mental shooing motion at Sam.

“She’s coming here,” he said.

Jason raised a skeptical brow and Danny hurriedly offered to make a copy and shift to look like Sam. Sam shot him down; he still wasn’t great at duplication. They didn’t need to explain why Manes dissolved into a puddle of goop.

“She’ll be here soon and if not, we’ll go look for her,” Sam settled on bullshitting. Really, while she and Danny went ‘looking’ for Manes she’d switch back to human and voila, cover complete.

“You four have no idea what danger you’re in. Dead or not whatever, you can make your own choices, but it’s irresponsible to shove Manes into this,” Jason said sternly. “And it’s not your job to clean up other people’s messes.”

Not their mess? Maybe that had been true, once upon a time, and they had struggled and even quitted the hero thing at different points over the years. But it was always a Fenton mess, with the offending portal in their basement, and Sam and Tucker’s for daring Danny to do the deed of accidentally turning it on in the first place. They were the cause, so protecting Amity had been their responsibility by default. But now? Danny was the King of the Infinite Realms. All ghosts were his responsibility and far be it for Sam and Tucker to abandon him now. It was unthinkable. So it was their mess, always had been, and now always would be.

“Why wouldn’t Manes help?” Sam scoffed. She swore she was going to punch him, baby ghost or not, if he spouted some nonsense about her being a girl.

“She’s a fucking human kid? And shouldn’t be risking injury like that?” he spat incredulously. “There’s no reason for a teenage girl to be cleaning up the Bat’s messes.”

“Hey! We’re also teenagers,” protested Danny, “and if we can do it, so can she.”

“And how long have you been dead?” Jason shot back rudely. “You could be forty for all I know.”

Danny felt a spike of annoyance.

“Ghosts don’t work like that,” Tucker huffed. He stared at Jason, mentally debating what they could, and should, share with him.

Jason was getting increasingly worked up. “Look, you might be teens, sure. Fine. The problem is that there wasn’t anything that could’ve hurt you, but that’s not true for humans.”

Sam, surprisingly impressed, remarked, “That’s actually really thoughtful. Pretty useless sentiment though.”

“I don’t think he knows that,” Tucker sighed, floating downwards and settling on an old boxy chest.

Well, they weren’t going to tell him they were halfa.

“You’re clearly not familiar with the situation, but all humans who know about us and aren’t hunting us are automatically subject to be hunted,” Sam said, taking a different angle that would still explain her human side’s involvement. “Did you read the acts? The association and ecto-entity aid clauses? Just by knowing us and not wanting us to be tortured thousands of people’s untimely deaths can be swept under the rug. It doesn’t matter if Manes helps us directly or not, she and everyone like her are targets.”

The only reason those parts of the acts were not enforced was because as much as they wanted to, the GIW couldn’t handle all of Amity. They didn’t have the manpower.

The angry frown shifted to a more troubled and less hostile expression. “I- just why?” Jason asked, seemingly at a loss. “Why would that many people risk themselves? Their families? There has to be more to this.”

“Ghosts aren’t all bad and people know it,” Tucker explained gently. “Some of these people have friends and family who’ve come back, some just don’t think it’s right. But truthfully, a lot of people are just too ecto-contaminated to qualify as regular humans anymore. According to the acts.”

“So Manes is in danger one way or another,” Jason muttered.

Jason was oddly fixated on Manes, but he was also just suspicious all around. “And most people agree they need ghosts to protect them from bigger threats,” Danny added cheekily. He figured he’d capitalize on the suspicion and distract him.

“Be back in a bit, we’re going to find Manes,” Sam blurted when she realized what he had, that Jason’s eyes kept flickering over to the ladder. She phased through the floor and Danny followed reluctantly a moment later.

Jason eyed where they’d gone through the floor before asking Tucker warily, “Bigger threats? The hell does that mean?”

Tucker flicked Danny’s presence for leaving him to answer the new line of questioning, then thought back to all the strange things they’d been thrown headfirst into and the different ways they’d learned to handle them lest they sink. “Threats that make artificial rain look reasonable.”

“That doesn’t tell me anything,” Jason growled.

“Dude I don’t know,” Tucker exhaled exasperatedly, though he knew all too well. “Think, like, eternal sleep, mass mind control, evil plants destroying cities, that kind of thing.”

With a dismissive scoff the younger ghost said, “Sounds like JL stuff. I would’ve heard of that.”

Tucker hesitated, momentarily forgetting what JL was before nodding. “Ah, them. Yeah, the events are pretty isolated. A lot of people are interested in keeping this mess under wraps.” Vlad, himself and the Phantoms, the GIW, and most recently, Technus had all inputted their unique brands of high end cyber security, cloaking Amity in a veil that was nigh impenetrable to outsiders. “Even then, the League can never come near ghost hotspots.”

“Ominous,” Sam laughed.

“The vaguer I am, the more questions he asks, the more time you have to look busy,” Tucker replied with the air of ‘I’m doing you a favor’.

Jason, perhaps emboldened by the absence of the other two, snapped, “But that doesn’t explain anything! Why can’t they? Preventing the destruction of cities is exactly what they’re for!”

“Dude, ghosts,” Tucker emphasized. “The acts aside, ghosts have an ability called overshadowing. It lets us possess people. Do you want to deal with a possessed Wonder Woman? The correct answer is no. Nobody does.”

Jason crossed his arms and studied Tucker. He breathed in and out once, and then twice.

“So Manes said the GIW operate more to the west,” he mused, quite a bit calmer. “Where exactly should I avoid?”

“Illinois and Wisconsin for sure, Iowa is a so-so depending on the season. Consider it ‘visit at your own risk’. There’s also a hotspot in Oregon that they haven’t quite picked up on yet but a lot of people are worried that it’s only a matter of time,” Tucker rattled off, the maps of GIW activity zipping through his mind letting him answer easily. “The only exception is Amity Park. Ghosts are really common there and it’s where the GIW got started, but it’s also where they have the least amount of success.”

“Amity Park?” Jason tilted his head. There was a spark of curiosity in him, the kind that made you want to know everything.

“Never search that up,” Tucker advised, knowing intimately all the triggers that search would trip. “I can get you a map if you’re interested in relocating.”

“I think it’s been long enough,” Tucker thought.

“No thanks,” Jason backtracked quickly. “I’m happy in Gotham.”

Sam, on the ladder, switched back into her human form and climbed up the top few rungs.

“Hey guys,” she said.

Jason rose from the box he’d been sitting on and looked her over with keen eyes. “Did you get injured?” he asked with worry.

“No I- gah!”

Sam’s hold on the ladder slackened and Tucker shot over to grab her. If not for him and Danny, who’d been invisible just below her, she would’ve fallen.

The fear was back.

“Sam you have to switch back,” Danny thought quickly. It hadn’t become overwhelming yet but even in the few seconds that she was human it had grown at an alarming rate. Soon, like before, it would spiral out of control.

Sam wanted to but Jason was right there.

“Come on Sam, we’ll figure it out later. Change back. It’s not worth it,” Tucker insisted. Danny had reservations but he shoved them aside. He could deal with Jason if necessary.

“Going ghost!” Sam gasped. The rings enveloped her and once again the fear abated.

“Oh thank the Ancients!” Tucker said.

“Gah,” she groused. “What’s wrong with me?”

“I think you have some explaining to do.”

Three heads swiveled towards Jason.

They really didn’t have to- Sam’s knee jerk reaction was to scowl and say they didn’t owe him jack but… he felt so unwillingly fragile in a way that made him feel like failure, likely unused to situations where he didn’t have an upper hand. That made him fidgety and angry and the little bit of his guard that had fallen rose back up and doubled in height. Tucker winced. They didn’t want to intimidate him. With a sigh Sam made up her mind- what he’d seen was pretty damning anyway.

Danny shifted back to visibility seeing as the gig was up. “Oh come on! We didn’t last two hours,” he complained.

“I’m a halfa,” Sam admitted slowly. “And there are only five of us in existence. So I’d appreciate it if you kept that to yourself.”

“Wait, so what’s wrong?” Danny carefully asked out loud. If there was one secret more well kept than the existence of halfa, it was the existence of their mental connection.

Sam grimaced. “I got hit with that fear stuff. It’s totally shut down my human side.”

Jason wasn’t that easy to divert. “Wait no, back up. Halfa? Explain.”

“Halfas are just that, half human, half ghost, and a well kept secret from the living,” Tucker said, eyeing Jason meaningfully. “Only two humans know.”

Sam, feeling bitter that she’d messed up again tonight muttered sourly, “I can flip between the living and dead. That’s unique to halfa.”

Jazz had known almost from the beginning- she’d figured it out early on and had committed to their corner ever since. Valarie was less accidental; the trio had decided to come clean for the sake of communication after too many close calls and while it had caused a few bumps in the beginning, overall their teamwork with the Red Huntress had improved. Even then, she’d known about Vlad and Dani so the concept of halfa was one she was already familiar with.

“So what am I then?” Jason asked. “I’m human but with a… core.” He was trying to mask his anxiousness at the question but said core was broadcasting his emotions loud and clear.

“We don’t know,” Danny said bluntly.

“But we know someone who might,” Tucker added. “Have you ever wanted to visit the Ghost Zone?”

“We know a doctor or two,” Sam elaborated. “You know, ghost doctors.”

Jason’s core fluctuated with irritation and a helplessness that was quickly converted into anger. “Great. Fantastic. So you don’t know what I am. Well I do and guess what? It’s called a zombie, kids.”

Danny shook his head. “You’re not a zombie, we’ve seen those.”

“What kind of undead are you then?” Jason questioned, staring pointedly at Tucker as he fiddled absently with his PDA.

“Er,” Danny said, looking at his partners.

“He’s kinda one of us,” Tucker said, though he really wasn’t an ecto-entity. Still, with the way they were classed by the acts, there was no difference between them.

“He might find out from another ghost anyway,” Sam acknowledged.

“We’re all halfas, actually. Team Phantom, at your service!” Danny turned back to Jason with an exaggerated bow.

Jason had been cycling through different reactions yet seemed to circle back to anger frequently. A greater intensity rattled him at the new information, converting everything else into utter rage. “Ok back the fuck up. You’re all teenagers?” His words were drenched in dismay.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Danny retorted confidently. In his mind all the headlines declaring them menaces and calling their intentions into doubt flashed by. Tucker gave him a mental hug. “He doesn’t know Danny, he doesn’t get it.”

“Yes, an adult kid,” Sam grumbled. “How innocent and unawares.”

“You three threw yourselves into a dangerous situation for no goddamn reason.”

The deceptively quiet statement was razor-sharp and overwhelmed with reverberating sentiments full of pain.

This was, for some reason, quite personal to him.

‘Upset child,’ their internal alarms rang, ‘do something!’

“We know about unnecessary risks,” Danny said at length.

“We just mistook the liminal guy for a ghost,” Sam nodded.

“And ghosts are our responsibility,” Tucker finished. “We wouldn’t have stepped in otherwise. Like you said before, the locals had it under control.”

Jason grit his teeth and then deflated, taking a deep breath. “And you have no one else who could’ve done it? There’s no ghost police? You kids don’t have any mentors?”

“Naw, we’re self taught,” Tucker said proudly. That was the wrong thing to say as Jason’s emotions constricted into a tight ball of frustration and fury.

“We had to step up. No one else would or could,” Danny explained gloomily. It wasn’t like they had wanted to do this. That made the already heavy emotions in Jason’s core even denser.

“Gah. Okay, different topic. How am I supposed to get rid of the fear stuff? I can’t exactly go to a hospital,” Sam asked, changing the topic to something that would hopefully distract the pit of volatile emotion that was growing inside of Jason.

Jason jumped on the issue presented to him, more than happy for the distraction. “Usually there’s an antidote. This is a new variant so it might take a few weeks before an updated antidote is made.”

“Crud,” Danny cursed.

Sam sighed.

“We can say your grandmother took you to the officials and tell your grandmother you avoided the attack or something,” suggested Tucker.

Just as he finished Jason offered, “I could get Bruce to pay for a private physician.”

“Too risky,” Sam dismissed. “Our vitals are different. Besides, there are rumors that he funds the bats and the last thing we want to do is get near them.”

“Hm,” Jason hummed. He seemed to settle on something,resolving to do some unknown thing, before he spoke again. “Lesson one kids, lying. I’ll take the money and move it to make it look like a physician was involved. That way the story holds up. You ideally want three to four layers but in this case, two isn’t a bad place to start.”

“Won’t your dad mind?” worried Tucker.

With a smirk Jason said, “Not at all.”

“Great? But what do you want in return?” Sam asked suspiciously.

“Just tell me how to get to the ghost doctor and we’ll call it even,” Jason proposed.

“Oh. Right, well, that’s a whole other can of worms.”

👻 {Boo!)

“So to recap. Living age means nothing. Ghosts age like trees. You three are independent adults. I’m a ghost orphan because hell if anyone knows. Nobody will care about that and if I go to the Zone, of which there are only two reliable ways to get there and they’re both in Amity, I’ll get mobbed and forcefully adopted and never see earth again. Did I miss anything?”

“No, that’s about it,” Tucker said too cheerfully.

Jason rubbed his eyes and leaned back against the box he’d sat in front of when the trio had first launched into their long winded explanation.

“I can adopt you. It’s… probably the best option anyway,” Danny offered hopefully, the very tip of his spectral tail twitching. “Ghosts won’t try to be malicious but they will forget how humans work. As a halfa there’s no risk of that from me and I’m really strong.”

“We. We’re a packaged deal,” Sam stubbornly interjected.

“Oh boy,” Tucker exhaled. “Guys we’re not ready for this and there’s no way he’s going to agree-“

“Maybe. What does ghost adoption entail?”

Danny was more than happy to answer.

“We’d be your ghost guardians so we’d check up on you. We’d also do health stuff like cycle ectoplasm through your proto-core since it can’t pump on its own yet. And bonding stuff, you know, like play fighting. Ghosts love play fighting,” he jumped to explain. There was a powerpoint with the information and a mini Jazz in his head as he went through it. “But since we have human parts still we can watch movies and stuff, that should also work. Your emotions might get a little off balance since that happens as a core grows and we’d eat the extra. Also-“

“Hang on, eat my core? That thing might be the only reason I’m alive!” interrupted Jason with a recoil.

At the startled anger-fear that he felt Danny rushed to explain but Tucker, who was more composed, spoke first. “That wasn’t what he meant. By eating the extra stuff around your core we’re trying to stabilize it. Ectoplasm is linked to emotion and too much of anything is bad. You can’t feel one emotion all the time but if you tend toward a specific emotion, you might generate too much of one kind of ectoplasm. Think of it like pruning the dead stems off a plant. It doesn’t hurt at all and helps keep a plant, or core in this case, balanced and healthy.”

“I hate that I know that,” Tucker said miserably, thinking of the plant example he’d just used. Sam gloated.

Jason turned that over for a moment before he sighed. “Alright. What else?”

“One last thing. Once- if we do this our cores will start generating stuff for you to eat too. It’s kinda like baby food for ghostlings,” Danny said with a grin at Jason’s perturbed expression.

“Don’t you kids need it? For your own cores or whatever?” Jason questioned with a frown.

Sam almost snorted. “Adult ghosts, remember?”

“And you don’t have to answer now, the offer’s always open,” Tucker placated at the sudden weariness from Jason. “You got lucky with the timing actually- the Christmas Truce is going to happen soon and nobody is allowed to fight during the truce. If you really don’t want to be adopted you could go to the Zone to see the doctors on Christmas.”

“They’ll totally follow you until the truce is up though,” Sam cautioned.

“I can lose them,” Jason declared without a hint of hesitation. “I’m going during the truce.”

Danny sucked in a breath. It was hard to ignore the fact that there was what amounted to a sick, starving child in front of him and he couldn’t do anything about it. It was nauseating. To say he was disappointed Jason opted against adoption would be a gross understatement.

“We don’t know for sure yet,” Tucker said, though it rang hollow. Even without a more experienced eye they could all tell that his core was in a delicate state from proximity alone.

Still, Tucker had done the right thing in giving Jason the options. Meeting the medical yetis during the truce, however, ushered in a new set of problems.

“The party is at my lair this year,” Danny reminded them. “I kinda halfa be there.”

“This isn’t the time for puns,” Sam hissed.

“He’s right though. As the new king he can’t exactly skip out again,” Tucker sighed without any remorse. He was looking forward to it and had been since last year. “Also Danny, you already used that one tonight.”

Danny elected to ignore the critique of his puns. “But it kinda works out, right? The yetis will be there. We have time to set up doctor’s equipment. We just have to ask if they’d be willing to help,” he pointed out.

“And if you ask they’ll say yes,” Sam thought.

Danny felt conflicted after that comment. He didn’t make them do anything but if he so much as mentioned something in passing, they would go out of their way to do it.

“It won’t take all night,” consoled Tucker. “They’ll get to party with everyone else.”

“Alright, works for us,” Sam said aloud. “On Christmas we’ll take you to the Zone.”

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Ghosted

Part 1

https://i-am-an-androphilic-doormat.tumblr.com/post/635727711629901824/ghosted-a-vlad-masters-x-reader-story-part-1

Part 2

https://i-am-an-androphilic-doormat.tumblr.com/post/667706669294338048/vladdy-is-daddy

Part 3

You sighed as you sat in the passenger seat, Operative K had volunteered to sit in the back with all the equipment and said he’d go ahead and get a head start on their report of the case in the computer logs. Operative O insisted he drives, when you had said you wouldn’t mind driving considering he had drove the team to the mayor’s residence, he said something along the lines that your temper contributes to how safely you drive. In other words:

He’s pretty sure if you drive, all of you would die in a car crash.

Whatever.

You still couldn’t believe that asshole was the new mayor, and the fucking nerve he had towards you. Can’t he just go back to Wisconsin in a different mansion? Sure, your men destroyed the second one unwarranted, but it’s not like he couldn’t afford a third. He owns like- four different massive companies. He has to be up to something! You just didn’t know what… yet. Oh well. You weren’t going to worry about it anymore, I mean really, what influence will he actually have on Amity Park?

————————two weeks later—————————

Vlad had just finishing delivering his address to bills he had passed concerning ghosts. That should teach Daniel Fenton a lesson as well keep that pesky Danny Phantom out of his hair. For now at least, it’s only a matter of time before he waves the white flag and gives Vlad his rightfully earned victory over this game they’ve been playing.

But in order to really put Phantom in his place, he needed to take his role in busting ghosts in this town. However, he can’t deal with these ghost problems as Plasmius as he usually would, this has to be public, so this will be a job for Masters. Therefore he won’t be able to do this alone.

The plan was to get his partner Skulker to release some low ranking ghosts into Amity Park while Vlad hires the Guys in White to catch the spectral fiends in his name. A pro he now has as mayor was having command over government funded associations.

After having his mayoral assistant arrange some things with the Guys in White and confirming their cooperation, he was now left to do the loads of paperwork… the agonizing con of being mayor and CEO of multiple companies.

The long treacherous hours as the day turned to night, sitting in his leather office seat, scribbling away sheet by sheet, square framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Maddie, his cat, was curled up comfortably on the top of her cat tree.

Vlad sighed taking a moment to look at the time: 8:39 P.M. He has to greet the Guys in White at 9 for their first ghost hunt. Now would probably be a good time to stop for the night. Besides, his writing hand was starting to cramp…

Getting up from his seat, he stretched his limbs letting out a satisfied grunt, waking Maddie from her nap as she watched her owner down the last bit of his favorite whisky in his glass. Vlad stuffed his reading glasses away and left his office with Maddie following close behind. As the mayor passed through the long halls, his mind wandered. Perhaps he’ll see that woman again… Don’t get the wrong idea, Madeline will always be the only woman that owns his heart, but he hasn’t been able to shake off this itch on the back of his brain that he somehow knows that agent! From the way she behaved towards him, she remembers all too well that they had met before and he couldn’t think of anything he might have done to offend her.. maybe she was an employee he once had and was fired for whatever reason. Although it would be odd considering the agency she works for now so that doesn’t seem to be the likely answer, even if it would make the most sense to him on why she’d dislike him so much. He was just dying to know… oh to hell with it. It was most likely she was just another ‘eat the rich’ type just as Daniel’s friend Samantha Manson was, despite the irony of her family being rather wealthy.

Vlad’s work cell buzzed to life as he was notified of the Guys in White’s soon arrival. With a small glance of acknowledgement and grin, he dismissed his previous thoughts and focused on what truly mattered: beating Danny Phantom at his own game.

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The riot you had upon discovering who had hired you for your next mission. You’re expertise being challenged by the likes of him? You’re going to kill him! After all these years you festered this hatred towards this man and here he was practically laughing at you! The last thing you could’ve ever wanted to happen was becoming a reality, you working for Vlad Masters and him making a laughing stock out of you. You were sure he was the one that hired the world’s best ghost hunters in order to catch that blasted Danny Phantom kid a few months ago, just so he could get a rise out of the chaos that had ensued. And your poor men fell right into it. Embarrassing. The promise you made that day all those years ago was being forced to be broken, and if you were to keep it, you’d lose your job over it. How you resented him for this. All he has ever done to you even now is make you suffer…

Once again you were not allowed to drive. But you didn’t care for that, he wants you to hunt ghost? Fine. You’ll give him a ghost hunt and more. So much more he’ll be running for his money! Yes. That’s exactly what you’ll do. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of Masters’ face when you manage to eliminate all of these pesky ghosts in one night!

As for your coworkers, they were keeping a distance from you. You holding a heavy, dangerous, and armed Spectral Melter while having an evil grin on your face was incredibly disconcerting… they just knew it was better to stay out of your way. After all you took ghost hunting very seriously, even more so than them. If they were to make a comparison, you were like a starved lion in the Roman Colosseum arena. The moment you were released: whatever that was alive in that ring with you won’t stay alive long. It was nights like this the agents pitied the clueless spirits of what was to come.

Soon after your team had fully unpacked and prepared for the night ahead, a black limousine pulled up to allow the new mayor to greet the crew and discuss the plans he had in store. The moment he stepped out he had a smug look on his face and all you wanted to do was smack it right off, he radiated the demeanor that he was better than everyone else. Damn the election. All it did was inflate his already obnoxiously huge ego.

You barely listened to his stupid ramble about how “appreciative” he was for your team’s help and what not, all you really cared to listen about was getting started. You were all separated into groups and spread across the town, and of course your team performed exceptionally just as you expected. As for you, you were truly pushing your limits and hitting the jackpot with the spectral fiends you were rounding up. By the end of the night, you had caught the most. As you loaded the captured ghost and equipment onto a ecto-protected carry van, the smell of expensive cologne drew too close for your comfort.

“My my! Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight my dear!”

Gag. That’s all you wanted to do. Just gag. You momentarily froze, the ecto-annihilator still heavy in your hands as you were midway handing it off to Operative F, you glanced up and watched as he, and some others hurried to make some distance from you, taking the heavy equipment out of your hands to be put away for the drive back to the office. You took a deep breath before turning your attention to the mayor, whom seemed to be a bit confused by your colleagues sudden rush to pack things up.

“Mayor Masters.”

You forced yourself to say politely, holding your hip and clenching your fist as to not suddenly wring the unsuspecting man’s neck out. The silver-haired man shook off the distraction going back to his stupid smug look that you’d guess he was using to try and charm you. “It’s a pleasure to see you again my lady, and under better circumstances as well!” He said offering a smile, but you offered no response. You simply cut your eyes at him in hopes he’d wrap things up already and leave you alone.

Vlad cleared his throat, rubbing his hands together, “I was actually over here to tell you how thoroughly impressed I was to hear about the catches you made tonight! I felt that perhaps the hardest hunter tonight should be rewarded.” He complimented, “Did you expect less of me? I don’t take kindly being underestimated and then being rewarded for doing my job correctly simply because I’m a woman, Vladimir.” You bit out, god he was so frustrating.

“No! No no no of course not!” He quickly said, laughing nervously, “I’m a huge advocate for equality.” He said “What kind of mayor would I be if I wasn’t?” He smiled proudly, like he was patting himself on the back. Gross. You crossed your arms across your chest, “Don’t stress yourself for brownie points Mayor Masters, I’m going to decline this reward and be on my way.” You huffed, grabbing the support bar to pull yourself into the van. A warm hand wrapped around the wrist of your free hand

“Can I at least get your name this time? I know you may not like me for whatever reason that is but it’s most likely we’ll be seeing a lot of each other in the future for works sake. I’d hate to continue addressing you as the Mistress in White.”

You glared at him, “You can call me...”

You snatched your arm away, watching the glimmer of hope you had given quickly diminish as quickly as it had came,

“Operative B”.

Then slammed the van doors shut.

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Vlad was left stunned, left alone on the concrete road as the other agents bustled into their vehicles to leave. Operative A, head agent of Guys in White (which Vlad was also now realizing he was just a rank above the Mistress), approached the mayor. “We’re all wrapped up here Mayor Masters. Is there anything else you need for us to do before we leave?” The gentleman asked.

Vlad let out a sigh of…. Disappointment? Annoyance? He wasn’t sure. “No. I appreciate your team’s cooperation in this matter.” He thanked, folding his arms behind his back, straightening himself out to recover from the whiplash of emotions the Mistress in White had served him. The agent simply nodded and headed to his designated vehicle, “Until tomorrow night, sir”.

Thus, they were off.

Vladimir went back to his home contemplating deep in thought. This “Operative B” has nearly taken over his mind completely. This hatred she holds for him is much deeper than what he had initially thought. There’s disliking a person, then there’s hatred. A hatred he was all too familiar with. But it intrigued him. It really shouldn’t, in all honesty from here on out he should just go about things and not bother with her anymore… But it did. Vlad wanted to know why she hates him so much so badly. More importantly, her name!!! The only problem is that Operative B didn’t seem keen on telling him anything anytime soon.

Suddenly an awful idea struck Vlad. An evil mischievous grin grew onto his features, feeling nothing but clever with this little plan his brain concocted. She may not tell Vlad Masters what he wants to know, but that doesn’t mean she won’t tell Vlad Plasmius what he wants to know. It was a risky game of course, but the best he’s seen from the Guys in White was confiscate Skulker’s mechanical suit and lock up FreakShow, and he wasn’t even a ghost. The damage she could do alone to Plasmius was small, if not smaller than what the Fenton’s could even do. If he plays his cards right…

Oh yes, what a wonderfully awful idea indeed.

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