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ecto-american · 4 years

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Le Freak

Phic Phight Oneshot for @phantomroyalty : Natural born halfas (EX a child with one ghost parent and one human parent) used to be common place. Now they are all gone. What happened to them?

It’s been a rough day lads, and this is purely self-indulgent nonsensical headcanon stuff that I wrote while partly crying over stress! Thus, fun fact for you! You can’t critique or criticize this because if you do, I absolutely will cry again! I know it sucks, it jumps around and makes Zero Sense bc editing? idk her but I just need to be able to post my fun shit and have a good time :’) I’ll even put literally everything under the cut

Word Count: 1814

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“Cas?”

Danny looked up from his phone to glance at his mom before his eyes shifted to see who she was referring to. A dark skinned man about his mom’s height with black hair to his shoulders, in jeans and a dark yellow t-shirt was standing with a grocery cart. The man looked around confused for a moment before turning to his mom. Once facing her, he shot her a bright smile.

“Aye, Mads,” he called out cheerfully.

“Oh, I haven’t seen you since college!” Maddie exclaimed, and Danny internally groaned. He returned his attention back to his phone, continuing to lean onto the grocery cart. He began to text his friends about the interruption. “I can’t believe you came to Amity Park and didn’t tell me!”

He heard his mom continuing to chat. His name soon came up, and he glanced up.

“This is my son, Danny.”

Cas was giving him a bright smile. Danny gave a polite half smile in return, only to freeze as ghost sense went off. He noticed at the end of the isle, a young adult turning the corner, in his early twenties with very long, light blonde hair. Super long, especially for a guy. Jean jacket and dark washed jeans, a regular black band t-shirt. Very ordinary.

“Dad, they don’t have any salt,” he complained, but he paused upon seeing the conversation.

“Oh, uh, this is my son, Peter,” Cas introduced briefly, and his entire demeanor shifted. Danny couldn’t help but completely forget the texting conversation. This dude was suddenly...so nervous. “Peter, this is Maddie. We went to college together.”

Peter didn’t come any closer to them. He gave a light, polite wave from afar, and Danny knew that he was staring at his mom...almost nervously.

“I’m terribly sorry, but we need to get going,” Cas apologized. He pulled the grocery cart with him as he stepped towards his son. “Busy schedule. It was good seeing you!”

“Oh you too!” Maddie was cheerful, seemingly oblivious to the others. The father son duo left the isle, and out of sight. Danny watched after them.

“Where’d you know him from?” Danny wondered. He glanced to see Maddie putting some boxed dinners into their cart.

“Cas? He was an old classmate of your dad and I. Before Vlad, he worked on the portal with us, but ended up dropping out to care for his son, but I’m so glad to hear that he eventually went back and finished. He was always a very smart man,” Maddie replied. She glanced at the list in her hand. “We don’t have much more to get. Let’s try to get done before the rush really comes in.”

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“Phantom,” a voice called out to him. Danny glanced over to see Peter standing nearby. The halfa shot him a smile, capping his thermos and a light salute. Though inside he was a bit shaky. Was he really just? Watching that entire fight?

“Hello, citizen!” Danny put on his public hero voice. He paused, half turning away as he prepared to leave. “Well uh, ghost’s contained. I’ll see you around!”

“No!” Peter’s harsh, desperate plea caught him off guard. “Please. We need to talk. I know your secret.” Danny’s blood ran cold.

“What secret?” Danny asked quickly. “There’s no secret. I’m a ghost, what secret could I have?”

Peter’s look, that absolute knowing, scared Danny. Despite it, he didn’t seem malicious like he had feared.

“You can’t run, because I really, really actually need your help,” Peter asked. “I know you’re half ghost.” He hurriedly added at Danny’s panicked look, “But I don’t know who your human half is! I don’t care who either, I just really need to know how you’re so stable.”

The entire statement caught Danny absolutely off guard. Peter wasn’t giving off any kind of vibe like he was with the Guys in White, nor that he was going to hurt him. He couldn’t even sense anybody else around, and he had been fighting in the area long enough to have already set off booby traps if they existed. And his ghost sense...had gone off around him sporadically.

“What do you mean?” Danny asked. Peter’s lower lip trembled.

“I’m half ghost too,” he claimed. Danny stared, his heart stopping. “But I can’t...it’s literally killing me.”

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered. Peter motioned for him to move back a bit. Danny did.

There were no familiar rings or flash of light that always signaled his transformation. A dark shadow seemed to overwhelm the other, and left behind a figure that was unmistakably ghostly. Electric blue skin that was forever crackling with purple energy with matching purple eyes, the once blond hair now pitch black and floating around him softly. His outfit didn’t change, but Danny’s ghost sense did go off.

Peter held his hand up, and a purple dome shield came up. An ectoplasmic dome shield. He didn’t know how to feel at this revelation. Danny could only stare in awe at the other. There was more like him. It wasn’t just him and Vlad and Dani. They weren’t alone, there were oth-

The newly exposed halfa doubled over with a groan of pain. The shield quickly melted away, and Danny tensed up. He took a step forward.

“D-Don’t!” Peter’s voice gurgled, and Danny stopped. The newly discovered halfa fell to his knees and knees, and he threw up as his ghostly form melted away. As the form melted away, Danny could feel the air being filled with a rush of electricity and static before it finally faded.

“...Are you okay?” Danny called out.

“Yeah, that’s normal,” Peter wheezed, wiping his mouth as he stood back up, wiping his knees of dirt and gravel. “My ghost powers are super unstable. I can’t…not without...” He paused before glancing up at Danny. “Did you ever have a time where you were struggling to get your powers to work?”

“Yeah,” the teen nodded.

“I’m the opposite. I have to force myself to turn it off, and it takes so much energy, and every time I just try to utilize a little bit of power, it’s this…” Peter trailed off. “It’s overwhelming. And it hurts. And I can’t just bottle it up forever. If I don’t let it lose sometimes...it’s not pretty. I try to do it in isolated areas. Just let the excess energy out.”

Danny could only imagine the kind of destruction. If he had to guess, based on the electricity in the air, this guy had some kind of electric core.

“How’d you...know about me anyway?” Danny changed the subject.

“I didn’t put puzzle pieces together, if that’s your concern,” Peter assured him. “The other halfa told me.” Danny’s eyes widened. “It’s why my dad and I came to Amity Park. We’ve been looking for a halfa to help us, or uh, rather help me.”

“Wait Vlad told you!?” he blurted out. What the fuck, cheesehead!? Oh, when Danny found him, he was gonna.

“No?” Peter’s puzzled tone snapped him out of his anger. “There’s...more than just us three left?” Danny’s undead heart skipped a beat.

“Five,” Danny replied. “Who’s this other halfa?”

Peter stared somberly at him, glancing at his feet briefly as he toed with some of the rubble.

“...I don’t know his human name. I purposefully didn’t ask,” Peter told him. “I originally asked him to help me, but he’s in a terrible spot and needed help of his own, help we couldn’t give. Not without getting ourselves in worse trouble. He said you were a halfa though. It had to be worth a shot. There’s not many of us left anymore.”

“How’d you even become half-ghost?” Danny asked curiously. Peter cocked his head in confusion.

“I was? Born this way? Ghost mom, human dad?” he said slowly. He studied Danny curiously, and it seemed to click. “Wait were you not born half ghost?”

“You were born this way?” Danny asked back. His mind was going crazy. You could be born a half-ghost? That was possible? How come his parents never knew that? This would definitely explain why his dad seemingly dropped the Fentons as a friend... “Wait, many of us left?”

Peter’s face told him nearly everything. Something happened. Something bad. The other cleared his throat.

“Um...yeah,” he said quietly. “It’s kind of a long story. I don’t know all the details, cause I was kinda young, but basically...there was a lot of us. We had our own little section of the Ghost Zone. Do you know how the Bermuda Triangle is a giant natural ghost portal?” Danny nodded in confirmation. “There’s a section of the Ghost Zone near where it spawns most often that we used to inhabit, because of all the otherworldly crossing. Well, we were there. Before the Guys in White found out about us, and they came, and.”

His breath hitched. Danny felt sick. The Guys in White...knew. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. They not only knew, but did this...oh fuck then that meant that there was a chance that they knew about him, and Vlad, and…..oh no.

“My dad said I nearly died too,” Peter continued. “One of the full ghosts saved me, smuggled me out. And my mom’s a doctor and was able to save me, but I was in a coma for like two months. Some made it out alive too. The unlucky ones…”

“...Died?” Danny guessed quietly. Peter let out a breathless chuckle.

“No. They’re lucky if the GIW just killed them,” he replied flatly. “It’s honestly terrible. I don’t think you wanna know.” Peter was right; Danny didn’t want to know. It was Peter’s turn to be curious. “So...you weren’t born this way? Right? So how…”

“I was in an accident,” Danny kept it simple. Peter raised an eyebrow.

“Must be one hell of an accident,” he commented. Danny chuckled nervously. Peter sighed heavily. “So, I still don’t know if you can actually help my stabilization issue…cause of the differences…”

“I’ll do what I can!” Danny blurted out. Peter’s face brightened. “Please. I’d love to know more about halfas. We can compare stuff.” The young adult let out a sigh of relief.

“Come to my house tonight, my parents can tell you everything they know,” Peter agreed. He reached into his pocket to pull out the familiar small notebook. He ripped a page out, jotting down an address Danny already knew. “Just...come alone.”

Danny nodded, holding his hand out for the paper. Peter gave it to him, and despite the other powering down, Danny still felt a bit of an electric shock as they grazed hands.

“I’ll see you then,” Danny promised.

Grasping the note, he waved a goodbye, and he flew out. He had so much to tell Jazz.

#my phics #phics #phic phight #team ghost #idek if i'm gonna put this on ffn or ao3 bc it's just self indulgent and i jsut need to write my ocs and stuff bc im gonna die one day #hopefully soon

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lenjaminmccharmly · 5 years

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Ugly| Ringo

* Reposted bc of title lol

Warnings | Angst, Self esteem Issues, Language, Smut ;) (very vanilla though except maybe a little bit of choking (just a little))

Word count: ~3500

Description: Ringo has been on tour for a while, and went home early due to a self esteem dilemma. There’s angst and mush and the reader and Ringo find themselves having a steamy fun time in the bath.

A/N

Okay so,,,, I’m sorry if this is kinda rushed I tried to fit this whole concept into a one shot and not make it impossibly long- I also may have been a couple shots deep during most of this :) so it’s not my best work, but I really like this prompt, though it was a little hard to turn it into smut after making myself sad lol anyway thanks for reading!

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“Ritchie, hon, what’s wrong? You’ve been sulking since you got home. Tonight was supposed to be special! You haven’t even told me about your time in America! Or why you’re home so early!” I walked out of the kitchen to where Ringo was sitting, where he had been sitting since he arrived home two days early from touring in North America.

“I told you. The lads wanted to stay in new york and party- I just wanted to go home.” He sighed, still not looking at me. It didn’t seem as if he was angry, yet something was off. My gut told me not to push him, but if I didn’t, there was no way he was going to talk about it.

“Did something happen, Ritch?” I swallowed hard, my mind going to the worst of things.

“No, nothing bad happened. I was just homesick is all.”

“Then why have you been so distant?”

“Have I?”

“Yes! You barely gave me a peck when you came home. I haven’t seen you in months, Ritchie. Please tell me if something is wrong.”

“I told you nothing is wrong.” He started to raise his voice- he still wouldn’t look at me.

I took a deep breath and took a seat beside him. “I’m sorry- I don’t want to push you. I just feel like something is wrong. If you don’t want to talk about it then that’s okay, I won’t force you to-”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m okay?!” He stood up abruptly- he was angry, a side of him I rarely saw.

“Rings, are you on it again?” Now i was worried- he only ever got a temper when he was high- i can’t imagine what he got up to in america.

“I’m not high, Y/N, please stop pestering me. I’m upset, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He threw his hands up, pacing around the living room. “I’m back for a few hours and you’re nagging me-”

“Hey, do NOT turn this on me!” My nostrils flared, my mood quickly changing from one of concern to one of confrontation. “You’re the one who showed up here with an attitude! Don’t get upset at me for caring about you!”

“Why do you care? All I do is sleep and go to work and leave for months at a time. And yet you still care. You’re still here. From the time you’ve wasted you could’ve probably gotten married and had kids, done something useful with your life. Yet you’re here, arguing with me while dinner burns.”

At this point in our relationship, stemming from way before the Beatles took off, Richard and I had never gotten into an argument this heated- in such a way that hurt me personally. Sure we’ve gotten into petty arguments about random things, but he’s always been the biggest sweetheart. This one stung. “What are you talking about? Richard, I love you. That’s why I care about you. We are here for each other, maybe you’re not always here physically, but you have always been there for me. And all I can do is be there for you. That is what i'm trying to do, Ritchie. This has never been a waste of time- as long as I get to see you and be with you, it’s all worth it. If you’re upset, I want to know, I want to help. I don’t want you to bottle it all up, it’s not good for you. I just want you to talk to me, Ritchie.” I was angry, yet I couldn’t help but tear up. I just wanted everything to be perfect when he came home- and now we’re fighting.

He didn’t look angry anymore, he looked guilty if anything. Of course, this made me even made me more anxious, yet I dared not say anything. He stopped pacing, standing in front of me. “Something happened in Toronto- it’s dumb, really.” He sat back down. “It’s so stupid, I don’t know why I’m making such a big deal about it.”

I waited for a moment before taking his hand in mine. “If it upsets you this much, it isn’t stupid.”

“You don’t even know what happened yet.” He sighed, gripping my hand and looking down at his feet.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, I respect that. You know that. I just don’t want you to suffer silently, Ritch.” I brought his hand to my lips, kissing his skin softly. It was a small gesture, but I wanted him to know how much I loved him, while also respecting his personal space in such a situation.

He was silent for a moment. “There was this dumb interview. It was barely anything really- I don’t care much about what people think of me- but the way he said it, on live TV too- it felt humiliating. I feel inadequate, unworthy. No matter what I do, I will never amount to be like the rest of them. No matter how hard I try, im just dumb ol Ringo. Not even the best drummer in the Beatles, ringo. Useless Ringo. Big nose Ringo. Ugliest rocker... Ringo.”

“Hon, what are you talking about? You are not useless. Ritchie, do you think you’re ugly?” This is much larger than me and this shitty interview.

He seemed to freeze up a bit- his cheeks flushed and he swallowed hard, looking everywhere but at me. “It’s just- I don’t know, I know it’s dumb. Er, god this is awful.” He ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath, looking at me. “Do you think I’m ugly?”

I felt as if I was peering down at an injured puppy, his eyes glistened and he looked afraid. I walked over to where he was sitting on the couch and placed my hands on his cheeks. “Richard, I think you are beautiful. From the moment I saw you I was stunned. It’s been years yet I still get butterflies when I see you. Sometimes I wonder if this is a dream, and someday I will wake up and you won’t be by my side.” I got down on my knees in front of him so that we were face to face. “It’s not dumb, Ritchie. People should not say those awful things about you, and you shouldn’t listen to them. No matter what they say, Ritchie, they don’t matter. What they think about you doesn’t matter. What you think about you matters.” I took a deep breath, holding back my own tears. “Do you think you are ugly?”

His opened his mouth to answer but closed it immediately. His breathing became more erratic as he was at a loss for words. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes and he finally made eye contact. He took a few shallow breaths before nodding.

It broke my heart. To see someone I cherished and adored so wholeheartedly look so dejected and scorned- I never wanted to think about the things those awful kids put him through growing up, and now, years later, it’s still followed him. The pain of seeing someone you know deserves the world get metaphorically and physically spit on is almost unmatched.

I pressed my forehead to his, using the pads of my thumbs to wipe away stray tears. “Whatever it takes, however long it takes, I will prove to you that you are beautiful Richie. By god, you will never think like that again.” He placed his hands on mine and squeezed, letting out a shudder and a shaky breath. I pulled back, his hands still on mine. His eyes and cheeks were red; he looked ashamed. “Listen to me, love. You are not what they call you. You are a work of art. Your body is perfect. Your face is perfect. Who gives a shit if you’re not six feet tall? I certainly don’t. You are gorgeous in every way.” I pressed my lips to his, tears escaping from my own eyes.

His hands shifted down to my sides, pulling me up into the couch so that I was sitting in his lap. He pulled away, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Y/N.” He pulled me down to him in a tight embrace, burying his face into my neck. His hands gripped my back, as if he was holding on so not to float away. “I love you so much Y/N.” His voice was muffled, but I could hear him choke on tears.

I ran my hands through his hair, kissing the top of his head and melting into his embrace. My heart broke for him, for the pain he was in, yet I couldn’t help but enjoy this intimacy. “Ritchie, I think we should go to bed. When you wake up tomorrow, you will feel better. I promise.”

He moved his face from my shoulder, wiping away tears with the back of his hand. “Dear, I'd rather not end the day this way. I don’t want to fall asleep crying- i feel bad enough as it is crying in front of you.. Can we do something? I don’t know, I don’t want to think about this any more.”

“Of course, sweet heart, anything.” I cupped his cheeks, kissing his nose softly. “Wanna take a bath?”

His ears perked up and he smiled. He looked divine with his rosey cheeks and puffy eyes. “That sounds absolutely lovely, dear.” He pecked my lips and stood up, carrying me with him.

I gasped, grabbing at his shoulders so as not to fall. “Ritchie!”

He laughed, continuing to carry me to the bathroom. Once we were there, he set me down. “Just wait a second, don’t move!” He ran from the bathroom, leaving me alone.

I thought for a moment, and decided to surprise him. I threw open the cupboard and searched for my silk robe. Upon finding it, I quickly undressed and slipped the robe on. Just then, he walked through the door carrying a few candles, a lighter, a bottle of wine, and a couple glasses. He set the things down as he looked me over. “I said not to move but.. I’m not mad.” He grinned and embraced me again, pressing his lips to mine. I wanted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away after a few seconds. “Draw the bath and I’ll pour the wine?”

“Deal.” I grinned, and did just that, pouring in a bit of bubble bath to jazz it up a bit. He poured the wine and lit the candles, turning a knob to dim the lights. “I’ve missed you so much, Rings.” I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my lips to his shoulder.

“Would you mind helping me?” He turned his head, looking down at me and smirking.

I smiled back and began undoing his belt. “I would love to.”

He ran his hands through my hair, my hands moving up his chest, undoing buttons as I went. I took my time, enjoying the close proximity and simple intimacy. It had been a long time, I had only pictures to admire while he was away.

Soon he was stark naked, and I had yet to remove my robe. I looked him over shamelessly- it had been months, I’ll be damned if I don’t enjoy myself while he’s here. He wasn’t your toned model with rippling muscles and stone hard abs- but he wasn’t out of shape either. His arms were very muscular from the hours upon hours of drumming. He was pretty lean, yet sported a bit of chub in just the right places.

He strode up to me, with a new found confidence, and slipped his hands beneath my robe, gently sliding it from my shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. “You’re so gorgeous, Y/N…” He trailed off, gazing at my naked body, his hands trailing at my sides.

I closed the distance, placing my hands on his shoulders, pulling him down to me, pressing my lips to his- more heated than before. There was a goal now- make him feel good, make him feel like a king, prove those reporters wrong. I ran my hands across his chest, grazing my nails across his skin lightly, down his stomach. Just as it was getting perhaps too heated, he pulled away.

“Darling, I think we are letting the water go cold.” He smiled his goofy smile, taking my hand and leading me to the bath. He got in first and I placed myself between his legs, resting my head against his chest. I reached over, grabbing a glass of wine Rich had set on the counter next to the tub. I sipped it, not in a rush to get intoxicated. Ritchie ran his hands over my arms, kissing the back of my head. “I’m sorry I said those awful things earlier.” He murmured. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I forgive you, dear. We all get in our own heads sometimes, you know I’ll always be here for you to filter through that nonsense.” I turned my head, resting my hand on his cheek, pecking his lips before I returned to my wine.

His hands found my hips and squeezed gently. A light blush graced my cheeks, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, love?”

“Yes it has, I’ve missed your touch.” I reached my hand up, running my fingers through his hair. He gazed down at me with such love and adoration, I knew that I lucked out with him.

“What, have I got something on my face?” He smiled his goofy smile.

“Yeah, handsome.” I slapped him playfully and he giggled, reaching over to grab his own glass of wine- though, he didn’t exactly sip it as I had. I followed his lead, gulping down the rest of my wine, setting it back down and turning myself around so that we were lying chest to chest. I got on my hands and knees so that I was hovering over him. I had a goal to reach. Make him feel good.

He arched his eyebrow, setting his glass of wine down. “This is new.”

I said nothing, only dipping down to catch his lips in mine. Lust was evident. I lowered myself down to him, pressing my chest and hips to his. His hands wandered from my back to my bum, squeezing gently, wining softly. My hips met his in a slow grinding pace until I felt his erection press into me. I grinded into him harder, pressing my clit against his cock. He let out a small whine of protest as I detached myself from his lips, but was quickly stifled as I peppered kisses down his jaw to his neck, biting and sucking, ensuring bruises to form.

He bucked his hips into me, desperate for more friction. “Fuck, Y/N, I need more.” He wrapped his arms around me tight, flipping us around, displacing water in the process. I gasped, pushing myself up onto my elbows only for him to push me back down. He positioned himself in front of me, the water sloshing over the edge of the tub ever so slightly. We both giggled, too horny and inebriated to care about the mess. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me to him, teasing me with his cock but not pushing enough to enter. “I’ve waited months for this, Y/N.” He continued to tease me, pushing the head of his cock through my folds, rubbing against my clit in the best way.

I pressed my lips to his, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I want to make you feel good..” I mumbled into his lips. “I want to make you feel sexy and gorgeous and worth every moment of waiting.” I moved down to kiss his neck, sucking and biting. He let out a low moan- more of a whine actually- as I grinded my hips down to his. The wine had made me a bit tipsy, but I wanted this regardless. I planned on something like this tonight anyway, and the minor breakdown was more of a reason for me to pleasure him, to make him feel like a king. His grip on my ass tightened, pulling me impossibly closer to meet my hips, grinding his cock into me. I grabbed at his thighs positioned on either side of me, moaning at the friction between my legs. “Fuck, Ritchie..”

“Do you like this?” He thrust his hips faster, his grip on my hips tightening. His nails dug into my flesh, yet the sting felt good.

“Mhm..” I bit my lip, rolling my hips into him.

He pushed harder into me. “Fuck, Y/N, I missed you so fucking much.” He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and letting his mouth fall open; this was pleasing him as much as it was pleasing me.

“Ritchie, please, I need you inside me.” As much as I loved his teasing, I needed him. I can play with my clit any time, with or without him, but I haven’t felt him in so long. I needed him.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me, his hips slowed to a stop. His pupils were dilated, his breathing heavy- he already seemed close. “Are you sure, hon?”

“Absolutely.” I smiled, and he looked down at me with those big blue eyes, filled with so much love and admiration, I was positive those reporters were absofuckinglutely wrong about him.

He grinned and pushed into me with no hesitation, picking up his pace quickly. The sensation shocked me, my nails digging into his thighs, my mouth falling open, involuntarily letting out a moan. His eyes never left my face as he kept his steady tempo. I needed him closer, and reached out for his shoulders, pulling him down to me, attaching my mouth to his lips yet again, this time much rougher. I bit his bottom lip and shoved my tongue into his mouth. His hand found my neck and squeezed gently, the last thing he would ever want to do is cause harm to me (but with a dick that big how could he not). He bucked his hips faster, splashing water over the side of the tub, soaking the rug. I let out a laughy moan, meeting his hips in a thrust. Swiftly, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me upward out of the water; I was now straddling Ritchie, who was sitting on his knees. This new angle pushed him deeper into me, filling me up completely. I gasped, grabbing onto his arms for support. He grinned, tightening his grip and lifting me up, letting gravity push me back down onto his dick. Before he could repeat this, I grasped either side of the tub and lifted myself up, dipping back down onto him. With our combined efforts, the pace picked up, leaving us both breathless moaning messes. Soon, my heart began to race and heat started to build up in my stomach.

“R-Ritchie- I think I’m gonna cum-“ Ritchie took all control before I finished my sentence.

Wrapping his arms tightly around me and pushing us up so that he was standing on his knees, he pounded into me hard from below. “Oh..fuck, Richie oh my god I’m close.” My nails dug into his shoulders- I wouldn’t be surprised if I drew blood.

“Do it, baby, cum for me.” His voice was strained and I could tell he was close too.

Soon the best built up into a rush of adrenaline and dopamine- pure bliss and pleasure. I nearly screamed, arching my back and clenching around him. He was quick to follow, moaning my name as I came down from my own high.

We sat there for a minute, tangled together, sweating and out of breath. A quarter of the bath water ended up on the bathroom floor but at the moment, I didn’t care. I was in the arms of the man I loved, and he loved me. And that’s all the matters.

#ringo starr #the beatles #ringo starr x reader #ringo starr imagine #ringo x reader #ringo #richard starkey #the beatles x reader #the beatles one shot #classic rock one shot #classic rock #fanfiction #the beatles fanfiction

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petersasteria · 6 years

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Ms. Universe - George Smith

Pairing: George Smith x Reader

Requested? Nope.

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"It's unfair for you to live out your dream and I'm just here waiting for you to come home"

Your P.O.V

When I was a little girl, I've always wanted to be somebody. Whether it was a ballerina or a reporter, it's fine as long as I get to be one. In my whole life, it all came down to two big dreams of mine: becoming Miss Universe and a famous writer/author.

People tell me it's impossible for me to be Miss Universe, because I don't have what it takes. They also tell me that being a writer/author won't do me any good, because I won't get to do anything.

The reason why I want to become Miss Universe is because I want to show the world what I can contribute and I want to be a writer because J.K. Rowling inspired me to write about things out of the ordinary that made people like me change the way we view things. Like how a normal column/pillar at the train station could be something we can run into in order to get to Platform 9 3/4.

My boyfriend of 4 years, George hasn't been really on my side. I brush it off and think nothing of it, but now I think it's unfair.

It all started when we started dating back in 2014. He said he wanted to be in a band that would go places. Of course, I supported him and he asked me what I wanted to do. I'm the kind of person who gets excited when it comes to talking about my dreams so, I kinda got upset when George told me that my dreams were rubbish. That didn't stop me, though.

Fast forward to 2017, George managed to slightly change his view on my dreams. He said that I should just keep dreaming. Although it sounded sarcastic like, "yeah sure, keep dreaming".

I'm getting kind of tired just waiting for him to come home from tour. So I make sure to keep myself busy by writing a book and joining some small pageants. George's fans haven't been really supportive either. Of course, why would they support me in the first place? All they support is George and the rest of the lads. They don't give two shits about the people around them. George defends me, though. But he can't keep doing that forever so, I told him not to bother anymore.

George's coming home today from tour and to be honest, I'm really nervous. I know that he's tired, but he has to know what I'm truly feeling. It's not that I don't love him anymore, it's just unfair already. I feel like I haven't been treated fairly in this relationship.

I was sitting on the couch when I heard the door open. It's him.

"Hey babe! How're you?" George greeted cheerfully and kissed my forehead. I smiled slightly and looked at him. "I'm good. How're you? How was the tour?" I asked as he sat down next to you; not bothering to put his suitcase in your shared room.

"Tour was amazing! I had the time of my life. I wish you were there, Y/N. It'd be more fun with you! The boys missed you too...not as much as I missed you, though." George cheekily smiled.

"I missed you too." I said. Here it goes. I packed my things a few days before and I'm going to move back to my parents' house for awhile. "George, I need to tell you something."

"Okay what is it?" George asked. Thank goodness he knows when it's time to be serious.

"I don't think there's any nice way to say this, but I'm breaking up with you." I said. After saying that, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Why? As far as I know, there's nothing wrong." George said softly.

"Actually, there is. You're just blind. You don't see how long you've been hurting me." I said loudly.

"What do you mean 'hurting you'?! I never hurt you and you know that! Heck, I know that! What's this bullshit you're saying?!" George shrieked.

"The bullshit I'm saying is you not being here!" I yelled. From this point I knew that I just sparked up something in George, because I knew that we're going to start yelling at each other.

"What do you want me to do?! Quit the fucking band?! Let me remind you that I'm working for the both of us! You wouldn't know, because you don't work at all!" George yelled and kicked the side of the couch.

"I never said that you should quit the band! And you should know that I would never tell you that, let alone suggest it! I know how much you love that band, George! You've always wanted that and I want you to be happy!" I yelled back.

"Then what're you trying to say?! Stop being so childish and get straight to the point!" George yelled and ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

I opened my mouth to yell again, but what's the point? Instead I said what's been going through my mind for the past 4 years. "You know what? This is unfair. All this time I've always been here to support you. I supported you and adjusted to give way for you to make your dreams happen. What about my dreams, huh? What about my dreams, George? You never supported me in anything. You're being selfish. Just because I'm your girlfriend who's willing to stick with you through all this, doesn't mean that I don't have dreams. I'm human and I have dreams too, George." I said calmly and went upstairs to get my already packed things.

George sat down on the couch; not believing any of this and sighed heavily. He looked at me as I descended the stairs with all of my things. All the color drained from his face when he saw all my things.

"W-Where are you going? We're not--we're not done here. Y/N, please there has to be another way." George shakily stood up from the couch and walked to me. I just kept walking until I reached the door. I put my hand on the doorknob and looked at him one last time and gave him a curt nod and left his life forever.

When I got to my parents' house, George kept tweeting about his misery

@NewHopeGeorge: I honestly didn't know that I was hurting you until you left.

@NewHopeGeorge: Back to square one; cuddling with my pillow.

@NewHopeGeorge: I'm so sorry.

@NewHopeGeorge: It's funny how yesterday we were together and happy, but now we're not.

I decided to tweet indirectly, because his fans wanted to know and they kept bugging me.

@Y/T/N: All I'm gonna say is that I've been treated unfair. There, I've set my peace.

I clicked "tweet" and before I knew it loads of his fans were "shookt" and kept tweeting me. I yawned and head to bed.

-one year later-

George's P.O.V

It's been a year since we broke up and the situation is still eating me alive. I honestly didn't know that I was being selfish. I feel like a jerk.

Today the boys decided to hang at my place and chill. We needed a break from writing and recording and we wanted to just stay in and watch tv.

Blake was flicking through random channels and stopped at a beauty pageant. "Guys, who's down for watching Ms. Universe?" Blake asked, his eyes not leaving the tv.

"I mean, there's nothing to watch so might as well watch this." Reece shrugged and put his feet on the coffee table.

"G, remember when Y/N said it was one of her dreams to be in this?" Blake asked. He didn't know that it was still a touchy subject so, I forced a smile on my face. "Yeah I did." I said softly.

"Wouldn't it be crazy if she actually joined?" Blake wondered.

"Speaking of, look at candidate number 10." Reece said. I didn't know he was listening to Blake and I.

Blake and I fixed our gaze on the tv and sure enough, candidate number 10 is Y/N. Wow. She really is serious about this. I pulled out my phone and opened my Twitter. My notifications have been blowing up than usual and I checked some of them.

(a/n: these are all made up fan accs and if it's the same to any real fan acc, it's a coincidence.)

@glakesbutt: @NewHopeGeorge watch Ms. Universe you little shit

@GeorgeIsMyHero: @NewHopeGeorge *cough* candidate no.10 *cough*

Even some people I personally know are tweeting me about it.

@TheVampsBrad: @NewHopeGeorge #MissUniverse candidate no.10 looks familiar...oh yeah you used to date haha x

@NewHopeBlake: Candidate no.10 looks gorgeous! I don't want to break the bro code bc @NewHopeGeorge dated her oops

I decided to tweet a picture of the tv showing Ms. Universe.

@NewHopeGeorge: Yes I'm watching #MissUniverse right now. Calm down guys hahaha

I liked some of the fans' replies but one reply caught my eye. (a/n: holy crap I rhymed again. I've been rhyming a lot this year.)

@reecemysugarplum: @NewHopeGeorge who are you rooting for? ;)

I quoted the tweet and said: "Candidate no.10 of course! UK all the way :)"

Of course a lot of people reacted and freaked out saying that I still love her and care for her. They're not lying. I'd be lying if I said it's not true.

A few hours later, it was now time for the question and answer portion. Yes, Y/N made it until the top 3 thing. It's now her turn to be asked and she looks absolutely stunning in her gown.

"She's hot." Blake said, staring at her in awe. I would've smacked his head, but we're not together anymore. We all just agreed with what he said, because he's right.

((a/n: your gown))

"Good evening, candidate number 10!" the judge, Ellen DeGeneres, smiled at her.

"Good evening, Ellen." Y/N smiled that perfect smile of hers that I've grown to love more and more.

"How are you?" Ellen asked. "I'm okay. You?" Y/N said.

"I'm good. You look gorgeous tonight!" Ellen complimented.

"Thank you." Y/N lightly blushed. She's too pure for this world.

"Okay. So, young people today, especially young girls, are much more aware about their appearances. My question is, what constitutes true beauty?" Ellen asked.

Holy shit. I personally think it's a difficult question, but I know she can do it. After all, she's beautiful and I hope she knows it.

"I'm so nervous for her." Blake said, holding his breath.

"She can do anything." I whispered, thinking no one would hear me. I was wrong. Reece heard me...again. "Yeah, she's smart. She can do anything." Reece said with his "game face" on.

"Thank you for that wonderful question." Y/N began. "For me, it's when a person shows selflessness, compassion, and empathy towards others even without expecting anything in return. Physical attributes are also included however, a bad attitude always ruins a pretty face. In love we also experience true beauty by learning to love ourselves and loving others, because love is one of the most beautiful things and feelings in the world no matter what type it is. That's all, thank you." Y/N answered and ended with a smile. The crowd was cheering her on and so were we.

"I know that Y/N is smart, but I never knew she was THAT smart." Reece grinned. Blake pulled out his phone and immediately tweeted.

@NewHopeBlake: @Y/T/N is one of the most intelligent people I know. So proud of you, candidate 10! #MissUniverse

I liked and retweeted it and so many people have been tweeting about her answer.

"Guys, Y/N is trending number 1 worldwide!" Reece said with wide eyes. Wow. She did all that without me in her life. I guess I've just been holding her back from what she can do.

A few minutes later they're announcing the winner of the pageant. Y/N and the two other girls held hands together and looked at the crowd. All of us were at the edge of our seats as well.

"Second runner up is, Ms. Colombia!" the host said and Ms. Colombia got her sash and flowers.

Y/N and the other girl are facing each other, smiling and held each other's hands.

"Finally, the moment we've all been waiting for. Ms. Universe 2018 is...Ms. United Kingdom!!! Congratulations! Ms. Philippines is our 1st runner up." the host said.

We all cheered and Y/N cried tears of joy as they crowned her, gave her flowers, and the sash.

"Ms. United Kingdom, you may now take your first walk as Ms. Universe." the host said.

With that, the pageant was over.

Everyone was tweeting Y/N.

@TheVampsBrad: @Y/T/N I'm so proud of you! *cries* Congrats!

@NewHopeReece: @Y/T/N remember when you & I used to ask each other difficult questions? I never knew you wanted this and now you won! You're the OG. Congrats!

@TheVampsJames: @Y/T/N QUEEN. THAT'S ALL. QUEEN. #MissUniverse

@TheVampsCon: Congrats to our new #MissUniverse ! @Y/T/N don't forget me haha xx

@NewHopeBlake: My best friend @Y/T/N is the new #MissUniverse. That's right be jealous hahaha

@TheVampsTristan: @Y/T/N is officially my celebrity crush. She's gorgeous & intelligent. How can someone be both? *heart eyes* Congrats, love! #MissUniverse

Heck, even my mom tweeted.

@OrchieNatasha: I always knew you could do it @Y/T/N ! I'm so proud of you. You're like a daughter to me. Lots of love x :)

I decided to tweet too.

@NewHopeGeorge: @Y/T/N congratulations on winning and making your dream come true! :)

The haters are gone now. Everybody loves her. I guess her haters ate their words.

-a few months later-

The lads and I are here to perform at this charity event. We've never done anything for charity before. Needless to say, we're so excited to perform.

"Guys! Guys!" Blake said pushing through the crowd to join Benjamin, Reece, and I.

"What?" Reece asked.

"You'll never guess who I saw." Blake said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Y/N. She's here! Turns out, this is one of her projects as Ms. Universe! Small world, huh?" Blake smiled.

Yeah. Small world.

"I heard she's dating that actor..." Reece trailed off in deep thought as to who that actor is.

"Well? Don't leave us hanging!" Blake chuckled.

"Ahh! Timothee Chalamet! Such a great actor." Reece said as he drank soda.

"Go talk to her, man." Blake nudged me.

"What? No! She's dating someone else. Plus, she probably hates me." I said. She's doing fine now. I don't want to ruin that for her. She's also in the process of writing her biography. She's come so far and I'm so proud of her.

"You'll never know until you try." Blake said with a shrug and talked to Reece and Benjamin.

I walked up to her when she was finally sitting alone and tapped her shoulder.

"Um, hey Y/N. Long time no see." I casually said, trying to act cool.

"Hi George. I'm excited to hear you boys perform today." she smiled.

"Same here. Um, listen. I'm really sorry for doubting you and ignoring your dreams. It's just that I've been so focused on mine that I never got to support you. Like, I didn't know you and Reece kept asking each other difficult questions, not because you find them fun but because you're preparing yourself in case you're serious about joining Ms. Universe. I didn't realize you were so serious about this. I'm so sorry. I really want you back in my life, Y/N. I really do." I said, pouring my heart out.

"I want things normal again. We'll be civil about this, okay? I forgive you, but that doesn't change what you did. It's too late to realize that you've been selfish throughout our relationship. It is, and always will be, unfair. I'm going to be honest, even being friends with you right now won't help. Let's start again as acquaintances. Then we'll see. If I act like how I used to towards you, that means we're friends. Deal?" Y/N suggested. I mean, I do want her back in my life..and arms. If this is her only offer then I'd take it.

"Deal." I smiled.

"Okay. I have to meet Timothee by the entrance." Y/N said, standing up from her reserved seat. She looked so good especially with her crown on. "Good luck on your performance, G. You'll smash it. I know you will, because you always do." she smiled before leaving.

I don't know if I'll ever find someone like her. Timothee is very lucky.

* * * *

A/N: I BLESSED Y'ALL WITH AN UPDATE WHAAAAT

Reblog if you liked it

P.S. Timothee Chalamet is my bae skhdkdf

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DO ALL 100!

Here we go… I’ve finally done it!

1: is there a boy/girl in your life?Nope, I’m a single Pringle

2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?It wasn’t actually one person it was a group of people and absolutely not. I can’t forgive them for what they said and did (I’m not going to get into it tho)

3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”My cat :)

4: what’s something you really want right now?Idk, I’m not sure I want to get too deep about it lol

5: are you afraid of falling in love?Me!? Afraid of falling in love? What would make you think such a thing (you’re totally right)

6: do you like the beach?I do! Although I don’t go loads of tbh. The beach is so calming and peaceful. I just get stressed in the summer bc bees and wasps are about.

7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?I slept on one half of a sofa while someone’s sat in the other half?? Does that count? Wasn’t like cute or anything. It’s family so like????

8: what’s the background on your cell?Just generic one that came on my phone. My lock screen is me, my sister and two of my cousins

9: name the last four beds you were sat on?Mine x3 and my sisters :’)

10: do you like your phone?Yeah I do!! Idk what else to say ahaha

11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?NO OMG?! It’s actually the complete opposite to what I had in mind. I never even imagined my life would be remotely like this but I suppose my minds like a little dream land or something?

12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?Probably two of my friends. I never had their numbers because we would just talk on Facebook or whatever.

13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?Poodle!!

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?Emotional!! If you get a cut, it’ll scab over. If you break a bone, you get a cast. If you’re hurt mentally/emotionally/psychologically there isn’t a quick fix to that

15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?Hmmm, idk. Maybe a zoo? Don’t hate me I know they shouldn’t be there but..idk

16: are you tired?Always ahahha

17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?I’ve already answered this one and I cba to write it out again ahaha

18: are they a relative?The girl I talked about in the other ask isn’t no, she’s a friend.

19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?I mean, maybe if I had an ex to even get back with?

20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?Never apparently, never kissed anyone

21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?Well, one I’m single. But if I was with someone and I knew I was going to be with them forever I would marry them…but not now. I’m only 17 and I can’t fork out for a wedding rn ahaha

22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?Again, seems impossible.

23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?0 haha

24: is there a certain quote you live by?I guess “Ohana means family” from Lilo and Stitch? I used to say it a lot as a kid. It’s stuck really. Family is really important to me but I’m also a believer that family isn’t always blood

25: what’s on your mind?lol too much

26: do you have any tattoos?No, but I think I might get one at the end of the year (hopefully school won’t notice)

27: what is your favorite color?Hmmm, probably purple

28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?Erm….unlikely

29: who are you texting?Currently no one. The last person I text in general was my sister lol

30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?They’re non existent!

31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?Yes, think I have a sixth sense or something. I know when people are being off with me, don’t like me, I can kinda guess if they’re lying or not telling me something.

32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?Nope! Don’t really have many friends anyway

33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?No, probably not. But if someone out there does, hiya! Make ya self known (although a relationship is probs the last thing I need rn)

34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?Nope! My eyes are small and so dark brown they’re nearly black so…

35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?Again, weird concept bc someone will be stood in front of me kissing no one?

36: were you single on valentines day?Of course I was? Have you noticed the pattern here?

37: are you friends with the last person you kissed?I’m going to continue to be sarcastic about this until the end you do realise?

38: what do your friends call you?My name? Mads or Maddie.

39: has anyone upset you in the last week?Idk, I’m upset a lot of the time anyway ahahah

40: have you ever cried over a text?Yep! I know ew

41: where’s your last bruise located?I’m not too sure? Probably my leg or something ahah

42: what is it from?Probably knocked it off a table or my bed lol

43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?Now :) contemplating changing my plans to get awayyyy (it won’t happen tho lol)

44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?Apparently my dad last week! You can tell I like never ring people.

45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?Any of my trainers tbh. My trainers or another pair of shoes that idk what they’re called lol

46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?Na bc school. Can’t wear hats. Don’t really have any to wear anyway

47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?Probably not? Idk

48: do you make supper for your family?Nope!

49: does your bedroom have a door?It does but I barely close it?

50: top 3 web-pages?Idk. I don’t use a computer or laptop too often unless it’s for school stuff or Netflix

51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?Erm, probably. My dad likes food shopping but not like shopping shopping.

52: does anything on your body hurt?My shoulder, I pulled a muscle last night!

53: are goodbyes hard for you?Depends who it is and how long it’s for?

54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?Probably Coke :/

55: how is your hair?Erm, it’s good?? Idk what this questions really asking tbh?? It’s short and thick and kinda blond now??

56: what do you usually do first in the morning?Roll over. Then go on my phone when I pull myself together

57: do you think two people can last forever?I like to think yes. That there’s someone for everyone and all that. But people change and grow naturally so it’s easy for two people to move apart.

58: think back to january 2007, were you single?OF COURSE!?

59: green or purple grapes?Either I don’t mind. I eat purple grapes more bc that’s what my parents buy

60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?Idk

61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?Erm yep

62: when will be the next time you text someone?Idk. Tonight, tomorrow? Normally it’s me texting my sister a video or smth

63: where will you be 5 hours from now?Asleep!

64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.Sleeping, I woke up just before 9.

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?No one. This time last year was difficult. Didn’t have time for that

66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?Yep! My two friends

67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?No. Did yesterday though

68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?“I feel so sick”

69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Yeah of course I have? But then again, hasn’t everyone?

70: how many windows are open on your computer?Currently 0, I’m not on my computer.

71: how many fingers do you have?All 10 :)

72: what is your ringtone?Generic iPhone one

73: how old will you be in 5 months?Still 17…but I’ll nearly be 18

74: where is your mum right now?In the living room

75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?Bc they were a twat (I didn’t love them but said person fits this question best)

76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?Nope!

77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?Well, two people….I’m not going to get into this though

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?Yes. Kinda links to the earlier twat

79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?Yep! One of teachers hahah

80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?No I don’t think so

81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?0

82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?Nope

83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?Nope, don’t like anyone

84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?Unlikely scenario but probably my best friend

85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?Well…yeah I would if they’re killing themselves everyday?

86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?We got given the tickets for free off a group of lads!!

87: who was your last received call from?Sadly the doctors ahaha

88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?This screams butterfly effect to me….couldn’t

89: what is something you wish you had more of?Time? Energy? Confidence?

90: have you ever trusted someone too much?I have total trust issues. So probably :)

91: do you sleep with your window open?Occasionally

92: do you get along with girls?More than boys yeah. Idk. I haven’t found my people

93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?No?

94: does sex mean love?Apparently not to some

95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?Yeah? Bc I’m locked in a room by my fkn self

96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?:)))

97: did you sleep alone this week?Erm yeah every night?

98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?I guess yeah!

99: do you believe in love at first sight?I think it’s more lust? Or love with their looks/vibe? You can’t love a person by just looking at them

100: who was the last person that you pinky promise?Couldn’t tell you!

#long post #ask #anon #personal #it's finally done!

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