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Double Date

Phic Phight

Submitted by @ghostgothgeek: Danny/Sam and Johnny/Kitty double date

Summary: All Danny wanted was some dating advice from the only couple he knows, but of course he got more than he bargained for. At least going to the boardwalk sounds like a nice first date, right?

Word count: 9464 | links to ffn and ao3 in my bio

Danny stares at the tickets in Johnny's outstretched hand. He looks up at Johnny's slanted grin, then back down again. On the other side of the roof, Shadow lurks in the shade of the Ops-centre, drifting dangerously close to the supports.

"When I asked for dating advice, this isn't what I meant," Danny says. He thought Johnny dragged him up to the roof of Fenton Works for some "man to man" talk, not... whatever this is.

Johnny shrugs and stuffs the tickets into his jacket pocket. "Maybe so, but it's what you're getting! You want to treat your girl right? What better way to learn than watching the best boyfriend you know in action?"

"Johnny, I've seen you in action. Downtown. Driving around the community college and looking at all the girls while Kitty is off doing whatever," Danny says.

"Is that really such a big deal? Come on, kid. Listen to me." Johnny throws his arm around Danny's shoulder and drags him toward the edge of the rooftop. "Look how big this place is." He sweeps out his arm, gesturing toward the city. The sun is nearly set, but lots of people are still out at this hour. A warm haze of light glitters on the northern edge of the city, at the beachfront. Danny can almost see the top curve of the Ferris wheel from here.

Johnny continues. "Lots of people down there. Who knows who you actually saw doing what? I bet there are loads of blond guys with bikes around here. And I've got two tickets to the pier that says so."

Danny turns away from the glowing city to stare incredulously at Johnny. "You're using a double date with you and Kitty to bribe me into not telling her I caught you ogling college girls?"

"You said it, not me."

"Did you steal those tickets?"

"Kid, I know you're the goody-two-shoes type. I bought them fair and square with money right of pocket."

Danny snorts. "Whose pocket?"

"I don't think that matters. Come on, it'll be fun. I don't give advice for free, you know." Johnny squeezes Danny's shoulder, a little too hard for what's meant to be a casual chat. The desperate sheen in Johnny's eye kind of ruins the threat, though.

As Danny considers the offer, a shiver goes up his spine. His next breath leaves in a puff of pale blue air. With a sigh, he goes intangible and extracts himself from Johnny's hold, smiling a little when the older ghost stumbles at the sudden loss of Danny's support. Looking over the rooftops, he can't see another ghost, but they can't be far if they set off his ghost sense. He hopes with all his heart that they might be here for a friendly chat, like Johnny, but doubts it. Danny isn't lucky enough for that.

"Okay. I'll go," he says.

"And?" Johnny's grin stretches as he gestures for Danny to go on.

Danny tips his head back and sighs. He doesn't have time for this. "And I guess I didn't see you at the college last week."

"Great!" Johnny gives Danny a hearty slap on the back and climbs back onto his motorcycle. "You're not so bad, kid. When you're not kicking my ass. Just stick with Kitty and me on the day and I'll show the ropes." He kicks up the stand on his motorcycle and revs the engine. "Oh, and before I forget. If this date doesn't go perfectly, then... Shadow!"

The murky ghost rises from beneath the Ops-centre.

"Wait, don't!" Danny shouts, too late, as Shadow zips across the roof, cutting through as many of the Ops-Centre's supports as he can before melting into the darkness. Johnny takes off cackling as the whole thing comes crashing down.

—

The next morning, Danny keeps his head low, his gaze locked on the bowl of soggy cereal in front of him. Across the kitchen, his father stops to slap the counter.

"Didn't even hear a thing! Can you believe that?" Jack asks.

"Crazy."

"Must have happened while we were sleeping."

"Must have."

"When I find the ghost that did it, they're gonna get a face full of Fenton grade vengeance! You know what happens when a ghost looks in a mirror, Danno? Makes 'em go crazy. We're working on this new gun that makes them see—"

"Look at that, time for school!" Danny shoots to his feet. He can't meet his father's gaze as he dumps his cereal bowl—still half full—into the sink and scurries out of the kitchen.

"Have fun!" Jack calls after him.

"Yeah, sure, I will!" Danny shouts back. Under his breath, he adds, "as long as I never have to see that gun." He grabs his backpack as he leaves, snagging the strap and swinging it over his shoulder on his way out the door. Once he is outside, and there's a solid barrier between him, his ticked-off father, and whatever ghost-fighting monstrosity his parents have made now, he stops to take a deep breath.

There are still a few minutes before Tucker should arrive for their walk to school, but Jack does not know that. Danny did not want to sit there and listen to his own father talk about all the ways he could make Danny double-dead, much less re-experience his first death. In fact, he usually tries to avoid people like that. Unfortunately, that does not always work when he lives with two of them.

Danny shakes his head. He can think about those things later. Right now, his conversation with Johnny is the only thing he cares about. Only time will tell if he made a huge mistake agreeing to the double date, but it would be nice if at least one thing could go right for Danny for once.

Inside the house, something slams, followed by a shout from Jack that rattles the window. Danny jumps away from the door and nearly tumbles down the stoop, his front foot slipping off the top step. He latches onto the bannister to keep from falling back, and his foot thumps against the next step. The landing jars his leg as his knee locks, a jolt shooting up his thigh.

"Whoa, it's freshman Danny." Tucker's voice drifts through Danny's ears.

Danny turns, rubbing his now aching knee, and scowls. "What?"

"You know. Freshman Danny." Grinning wide and smug, Tucker motions to Danny's entire person first, then his leg. "Clumsy as hell and too chicken to ask Sam out."

"Shut up! Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too!" Tucker waves his hand in an airy gesture of finality, turning up his nose. He spins away from Danny, a signal that their little squabble is over. His mistake.

With a final cry of "Am not!" Danny launches himself at Tucker, pouncing on his back. Tucker shrieks in surprise, a peal of laughter echoing off his cry, and stumbles under the new weight. He tries to beat Danny off with the flat of his palm. In response, Danny clings tighter. He wraps his legs around Tucker's waist and hooks his arms over his shoulders, latching on to his wrists to keep a firm grip.

"Holy shit. You're so short, why are you so heavy." Tucker wheezes as he tries to pry Danny's arms off.

Danny throws his head over Tucker's shoulders, shifting his weight forward enough that Tucker bows underneath him. "Ghost fighting muscles, baby."

"Ugh." Tucker's palm finds Danny's chin and he pushes, shoving his head back. "You totally could have asked Sam out for homecoming but nooo, you had to go with me as a hot young bachelor."

Danny's cheeks burned. "It was your idea!"

"Only because you were getting all pouty about not going with Sam, and the only reason that didn’t happen is because you never asked!"

"Well, I'm asking today!"

Tucker freezes. For a second, Danny wonders how ridiculous they must look to anyone watching, with him clinging to Tucker worse than Klemper to literally anyone, and Tucker stretching back to push Danny's head as far back as it will go. Actually, maybe they wouldn't find it so strange. Danny's neighbours have seen a lot of weird things in the past four years; him and Tucker being their usual selves can't be high up on that list.

"You're really gonna ask today, finally?" Tucker asks.

Danny nods, as much as he can Tucker still shoving his head back. "Johnny was here last night."

"Oh yeah?" Tucker pauses, giving Danny a chance to elaborate. He doesn't, waiting for the gears to click in Tucker's head instead. It takes a moment, but he gets there. "Oh! Oh, right, yeah. He finally got back to you? Is that why, uh... you know." Tucker finally withdraws his hands and points to the roof of Fenton Works.

"Oh. Yeah." Danny's limbs go intangible, slipping through Tucker's torso in one final act of petty vengeance as Danny rights himself. Tucker shivers, shooting Danny a glare, before looking back at the Ops-Centre. Normally a pinnacle of Fenton genius that stands proudly above their home, now it lays on its side. Danny managed to catch it, barely, before it could crash into the roof, but overnight the saucer-like body crushed itself under its own weight. Now, the side touching the roof is a crumpled mess, the supports that once held it up rusted beyond repair.

"Shadow," Danny says. It's all he needs to say. Tucker nods, understanding perfectly what happened here. "Other than that it went... okay. He asked me out."

"What?!" Tucker's head whips toward Danny, his eyes wide. "I hope nobody tells Kitty. But he does give off bi energy, doesn't he?"

Danny rolls his eyes. "Not like that. He invited me and Sam on a double date with him and Kitty."

"Oh, so they're swingers."

"Tucker!"

Tucker snickers. "Okay, okay. I'm serious now. Promise." The cat-like grin he gives isn't the most reassuring, but Danny will take what he can get. "You're really gonna ask her out today?"

"Got carnival tickets and everything."

"Well, shit, man. Don't blow it."

Danny grabs Tucker's beanie and yanks it down over his face. Tucker's teasing laughter chases Danny all the way to school.

—

At lunch, Danny pulls Sam aside. He meets her at her locker, which is two halls away from his and Tucker's, waiting along the opposite wall for her to finish switching out her books for her lunch bag. The hall is still fairly crowded since it's only been a minute since the lunch bell went. Down the way, Danny can see Paulina and Elliot, standing with their heads tucked together by Paulina's locker, working on the local rumour mill no doubt. When Sam looks done digging through her bag, and Danny pushes off the wall toward her, Elliot happens to glance in their direction. His sharp eyes go from Danny to Sam, then back. A wicked smile takes over his face.

Danny ducks his head, letting his hair flop forward and hide his slowly reddening cheeks. In two quick strides, he crosses the hall and thumps against the closed lockers beside Sam's.

"Done lurking?" Sam asks without looking up.

"I wasn't lurking."

"Sure you weren't." Sam knocks her elbow against her locker door. Danny's eyes catch the small, black-framed mirror taped to the inside, which reflects the exact spot Danny was standing when it hits the right angle.

At this rate, Danny's face will be red as his shoes. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh. What's up?" She finally looks up from her bag as she yanks the zipper closed. When she turns toward him, she hits her locker door with her elbow once again, this time to knock it closed; but, as the door swings, Danny glimpses Paulina and Elliot again. This time, they are both watching, and the way they cover their mouths as they talk is far from reassuring.

Danny's hand jerks out. He stops Sam's locker, shoving it back open, and holds it in place to block the gossiping duo's view.

"I wanted to ask you something," Danny says.

Sam shoots a raised eyebrow at her locker door, then turns it on him "Are you okay? You've been acting kind of weird all day."

"No, yeah, I'm fine. I was just– you know. This weekend, yeah?"

Sam looks entirely unimpressed with his fumbled words. "I can't say that I do."

"I have tickets to the boardwalk," Danny clarifies. "For this weekend. We don't have anything planned and I know you're free. So, want to go?"

As he waits for Sam's answer, he is struck by the realization that she could say no. They have been friends for years, and he has had an inkling, the past little while, that she might like him back. But he doesn't know it. No matter what Danny feels for her—and thinking about his own feelings makes his face hot and his heart stutter—she still might not feel the same. She could say no. And it's not that Danny hasn't thought about this before; there's a reason he is only asking her out senior year even though he has had a crush on her since they were freshman. But worrying about it in the back of his mind is very different from standing in front of her knowing it could actually happen.

This was such a bad idea. He is asking her out in the hallway. Within sight of Paulina and Elliot. He should have waited until after school, at least. Oh, god. Should he have gotten her something? Are you supposed to bring something when you ask someone out? Oh, this is so bad. She is going to say no, and then Danny will have to tell the story to Tucker, and Tucker will laugh because of course she said no, this is terrible.

"Sure, sounds fun," Sam says.

Danny blinks. He shakes his head, goes over her words in his head to make sure he heard it right, then blinks again. "Yes?"

"Absolutely. It's been so long since we've gone to the boardwalk. Maybe Tucker can win that stuffed shark he couldn't get last time." Sam nudges Danny's hand off her locker door and closes it, then snaps her padlock back into place.

Danny watches her blankly, slowly processing what she just said. "Tucker," he says.

"Yeah. At the ring toss booth, remember? I think he wasted fifty bucks on that thing. I told him it was a scam, but whatever." Sam starts down the hall toward the cafeteria, but Danny stays rooted in place.

He remembers the ring toss, of course. After Tucker finished emptying his wallet on the booth, Danny took a turn and got the top prize in one go. He might have had a little telekinesis to help him along, but no one else needed to know that; the giant stuffed alien was worth it. But that had nothing to do with this, right?

Before his thoughts can spiral too far, Danny shakes his head. "I meant without Tucker."

Sam pauses mid-step. Slowly, she sets her foot down and turns back around to face Danny. Her grip on her backpack tightens, and he can see the muscle along her jaw working as she clenches her teeth. Those are... probably not good signs. "Like, just you and me?"

In the background, Danny hears Paulina and Elliot snicker. He groans, dragging a hand down his face, and glares over Sam's shoulder at them. "Can you not?"

"Not our fault you're doing this in the middle of the hall," Paulina says.

"Seriously. I had way better class," Elliot adds.

Paulina looks at Elliot and beams. "You so did. But I've been rooting for this since the beginning, and I am so invested right now."

"Oh my God, this is so embarrassing." Danny has to fight off the urge to go intangible. He almost wishes his ghost sense would go off so that he could have an excuse to leave. This is not how he imagined this going, and Paulina and Elliot are making it so much worse than it has to be.

"Come on, Danny." Sam's voice snaps him out of his pity party. At some point, while he was wallowing, she walked back toward him and now has her hand on his wrist. She tugs him forward. He gives in, letting her drag him along the hall past the tittering pair until they disappear around the corner. Once they are out of sight, Sam's hand slips down into Danny's. It's warm. She squeezes his hand, just once, then tugs him into the nearest empty classroom and closes the door.

Neither of them says anything for a long moment.

Danny's hands flex at his sides as he tries not to fidget. Sam won't pull her gaze up from the floor.

"So, uh. Just you and me?" she repeats.

Danny nods vigorously, then stops and shakes it instead. "Yeah, but no. Johnny and Kitty will be there."

Sam's head snaps up.

The first thing Danny notices is the red tinge to her face, a rosy band stretching across her cheeks and nose. Her lips pinch together, not in a show of disapproval, but an expression of hers that he has become familiar with over the years. Sam doesn't usually do hopeful most of the time. Nerves aren't her thing either. But when she wants something bad enough, and she dares to look on the brighter side, she gets this look on her face. It's like she wants to smile but she holds herself back, sucking on her lips as she tries to keep composed.

That expression wavers now, her mouth relaxing as a frown tugs at her lips instead. "Now I'm confused. Are you trying to ask me out or not?"

"Yes!" Danny bursts out. "To the boardwalk with me. But it's, like, a double date with Johnny and Kitty, because he got the tickets. Actually bought them, although I'm pretty sure he stole the money." He considers telling Sam about the deal but holds back. "I really thought this was gonna go better but now I kind of want to punch Elliot in the face or something."

"Please don't punch my ex-boyfriend in the face."

"Right, not a good look. Got it."

Silence falls again. Neither of them can meet each other's eyes, although Danny keeps stealing glances at Sam. One hand hovers in front of her mouth, but when she turns her head away from him, he sees the full-blown grin on her face. Her eyes sparkle in a way he hasn't seen before. It sounds cheesy and dumb, but it's the truth. He looks at her and all he can see is how genuinely happy she is. Soon enough, Danny wears a grin to match hers.

"So," Sam says, and that one syllable sounds so much lighter than her usual tone. "It's a date."

—

In retrospect, asking Sam to go out with him on Saturday on a Wednesday wasn't the best idea. Danny floats around school for the rest of the day with a dopey grin on his face. He actually lifts off his feet a few times and Tucker has to clamp a hand down on his shoulder to keep him down. Over the next two days, he asks Tucker no less than five times if that really happened, if Sam actually said yes. Tucker, naturally, teases Danny relentlessly over it.

By Friday, Paulina and Elliot have made good work of spreading Danny's disaster attempt to ask Sam out all around the school. More than once, he sees money changing hands in the hallway, trying to be discreet and Danny and Sam pass by, so close together that their knuckles keep brushing as they walk.

He hasn't held her hand since she dragged him to the classroom on Wednesday, even though he wants to.

When Saturday rolls around, Danny phones Tucker an hour before he and Sam are supposed to meet.

"Do I dress normally?" he asks.

On the other end of the line, Tucker sighs. "Why are you asking me?"

"It's the boardwalk. People don't get dressed up for the boardwalk. And Sam has already seen everything in my closet. Should I try to look really nice, or should I just be myself?"

"We are talking about Sam, right? Relax, man. You know what she'd like."

In the end, Danny decides to go mostly normal. He throws a button-up over his usual outfit, rolls the sleeves up, and calls it a day. If he knows Sam, she would appreciate him not making things weird by getting too fancy and not like his usual self. He maintains that attitude up until he gets to the boardwalk and sees her waiting by the ticket booths.

"I should have dressed up," he whispers.

At a glance, Sam's outfit doesn't seem too different from her usual attire. Black on black with a few purple accents thrown into the mix. He has seen her in dresses before, but rarely outside school dances, and he has never seen this one with Flowing lace sleeves that slope down her shoulders and a flared skirt. She even has a new wide brim hat to go with it, even though it's already sunset.

Before Danny even considers turning back around and putting something nicer on, Sam's gaze roves over the parking lot and settles on him. She gives his outfit a good look. A second passes. She bursts on laughing.

"Oh, come on," Danny whines as he approaches.

"I'm sorry," she says, but she is still hunched over clutching her stomach. "But your face. You should have seen your face."

It takes a good minute for her to get her giggles under control. Even still, a few quiet snickers breakthrough when she finally composes herself, smoothing out her dress and righting her hat.

"Tucker texted me," she says. "He told me all about your little fashion dilemma."

"I'm gonna kill him." Tucker just had to get in one last jab before the date began, Danny supposes. He hopes it was worth it because Tucker is going to pay dearly. Although...

He subtlety takes in Sam's outfit again, the way the dress hugs her waist, and those boots. He didn't notice them at first but now he can't stop staring at them. Slick, black, buckled up to the knees, with the purple lace edging of a pair of stocking peeking out the top. The only exposed skin on her legs is a few scant inches of her thighs between the end of the stockings and the bottom of her dress. And it's a damn good few inches.

Danny silently amends his earlier statement. He won't kill Tucker; he will collapse into his best friend’s arms crying tears of gratitude for helping him spend a whole evening with Sam dressed like that.

Realizing that he is staring, Danny quickly drags his eyes back up to Sam's face. The last thing he wants on their first date is for her to punch him because he is being a creep. Except Sam doesn't look angry to have caught him staring. In fact, she is blushing again, nervously plucking at her sleeves with her nails.

"For a second I thought you had bought a whole new outfit just for today." Danny chuckles, his own nerves showing through. Despite how long they have known each other, he feels wholly unprepared for tonight.

"Not exactly," Sam says. She drops her sleeves and smooths out her skirt again, this time pinching some of the fabric in her hand and swishing it back and forth. "I've had this outfit for a while, but I haven't worn it yet."

"Oh, man. I'm really underdressed, aren't I?" Danny tugs at the collar of his NASA shirt with a grimace. The button-up, at least, is black, because he knew she would like that. But otherwise, he is plain old Danny.

"Not that you don't look good all dressed up, but I like it when you're yourself," Sam says.

The rumble of a motorcycle approaches from the distance.

"Besides, I think you'll look pretty fancy next to Johnny."

At least Danny has that going for him. They both turn toward and watch Johnny's motorcycle peal into the parking lot. It goes intangible, along with its riders, and phases through the parked cars, only coming back into the physical world when it screeches to a stop in front of Danny and Sam.

Johnny runs a hand over his slicked-back hair—is that gel? "You're really setting the tone for your first date, huh."

To Danny's horror, Johnny is dressed up. He switched his dusty gray jacket for a shiny leather one, and instead of his usual shirt, he wears his own button-up. But unlike Danny's, Johnny's shirt is white and crisp, and actually buttoned up.

Kitty, meanwhile, looks the same as always. "Come on, don't tease the kid. He ain't half bad looking. He snagged me for a couple weeks, didn't he?"

Danny opens his mouth, about to remind her that she had been using him to make Johnny jealous the entire time; one look at Johnny's scowl and Sam's glare has him shutting up before he can utter a single syllable.

"Uh, should we go in? You do have the tickets, right Johnny?" he says instead.

Johnny scoffs and reaches into his jacket, pulling out the tickets. "Cool it, little man. I got us covered."

"Johnny! You actually bought tickets?" Kitty gasps.

"Only the best for you, babe. Let's go." Johnny holds out his elbow for Kitty to take, which she goes with glee, her steps bouncing as they take off for the ticket booth. Over his shoulder, Johnny shoots Danny a wink.

"Oh, uh. Shall we?" Danny cringes as the words fall from his mouth, but offers his arm to Sam nonetheless. She looks between Danny and Johnny, a questioning look in her eye. Just when Danny thinks she is going to leave him hanging, she shrugs and loops her arm through his.

They follow Johnny and Kitty. Already at the booth, the ghostly couple is passing the tickets over when Danny and Sam get close.

"The pipsqueaks are with us," Johnny says.

The girl at the counter, who looks only a year or two older than Danny, stares at Johnny with wide eyes. His aura, a dull grey that's usually hard to see, is much brighter at night. With the poorly lit parking lot at their back, it's impossible to ignore. Kitty's soft green aura is far more noticeable, but she stands just behind Johnny, her arm still curled around his, staring ahead at the twinkling lights of the boardwalk.

The sun hasn't completely set yet, but the top of the Ferris wheel touches the darkest part of the sky, and its colourful lights flash in a mesmerizing pattern, beckoning people in.

Johnny seems to have forgotten the whole reason he arranged this date in the first place because he takes full advantage of Kitty's distraction to lean in close to Ticket Girl, looking her up and down.

Behind them, a line is forming.

Ticket Girl's lip curls in disgust, but Danny can see fear shining in her eyes. "Sorry, sir, but I don't know if I can let a ghost in."

The fawning curl to Johnny's smile drops away abruptly, twisting into something more similar. "That's a bit rude, don't you think?" Shadow rises from Johnny's feet, growing taller until he looms over the booth, a menacing grin stretching his blank face wide.

"Johnny!" Danny slides up to the booth, nudging Johnny over with the arm not held by Sam, and beams at Ticket Girl manning the booth. "Hey. You might recognize me—Danny Fenton, son of Maddie and Jack Fenton."

"The ghost hunters." Ticket Girl nods.

"Right. We're actually doing an experiment right now. See, some ghosts actually have really human behaviours. Like Phantom, I bet you love him. But any good scientist has to test their hypothesis multiple times. So me and my– uh, my girlfriend?" He glances at Sam, whose red face matches his, but nods in agreement. "Are here to observe these too ghosts"—he tips his head to Johnny and Kitty—"doing normal human things. Such as getting into the boardwalk with paid tickets, just like everyone else wants to do."

"But he...." Ticket Girl glances nervously at Shadow.

"The big guy will be so chill. Super chill. You won't even know he is here, because you'll be at the booth, far away from the ghosts that just want to get inside and definitely not hurt anyone here."

The kid snatches up the tickets before Danny finishes his sentence, ripping off the stubs, and shoves a handful of wristbands across the counter, along with a whole roll of game tickets. "Just don't come back, okay?"

"Thank you!" Danny grabs the items and hustles everyone along.

"Nice work, Danny." Kitty gives him a thumb up under her and Johnny's intertwined arms. "Way to use your head."

"I could have thought of something," Johnny grumbles.

"Sure you could have, babe. Now let's check out the roller coaster first!" She drags him off, both of them without their wristbands, but Danny doesn't think it will be a problem. Everyone steers clear of them as they plow through the crowd. Every second the sun gets closer to setting, every shade darker the sky turns, the more obvious it becomes that Johnny and Kitty aren't human as their auras grow brighter.

"What should we do first?" Sam plucks four of the wristbands from Danny's fist—the kid gave him seven—and puts them on, grinning at her little collection. She takes the remaining three and puts them on Danny.

"Roller coaster sounds fun. Go with the thrills first?" He watches her slip the bands around his wrist, looping them together so that all three are intertwined.

Sam pauses on the last bracelet. "But you like saving the big rides for last."

He peeks over Sam's shoulder. Johnny and Kitty are halfway across the boardwalk already, well on their way to the coaster. Johnny twists mid-step, catches Danny's eye, and beckons him forward.

Right. Stick together. See how it's done.

"Yeah, but it might be fun to shake things up." He takes over putting the last bracelet on, hurrying to slap the sticky pieces together. In his rush, he catches some of his hair, drawing out a wince, but Johnny and Kitty are nearly there, and they've fallen way too far behind. "Come on!"

Danny takes Sam's arm and pulls her along. Focused on the path left by Johnny and Kitty's charge, he misses the frown on Sam's face as she looks down at him.

—

It goes better than Danny expected. Kitty leads the way, picking attraction after attraction with such gusto that he thinks she has never been to a theme park of any kind, which may very well be. Danny doesn't know much about Johnny and Kitty's life before ghost-hood, except that they died young and poor.

More than once, Danny catches Johnny watching other girls. Kitty doesn't seem to have noticed, so far, but Danny is not taking any chances. He remembers Johnny's threat and Shadow's piercing eyes watching them every step of the way serves as a constant reminder. Whenever he catches Johnny in a moment of distraction, he nudges the ghost and draws him back to the present. It earns him a few glares, but it works.

Despite Johnny's mounting annoyance, he still fulfills his side of the deal, giving Danny quick advice, either through vague gestures or whispered words while the girls are distracted.

"Let her choose what to do." Johnny feigns examining the bright bulbs overhead as they wait in line for the bumper cars. The golden lights dangle from the tent, flashing intermittently. Neither Sam nor Kitty are paying attention to the boys. Sam leans against the railing, cheering on the current bumper car drivers. A quick glance into the rink shows Valerie Grey ramming her cart against Dash Baxter.

If Johnny weren't dispensing important advice, Danny would be right next to Sam cheering along.

"It makes her feel like you care about what she likes when you do," Johnny continues.

"I do care," Danny says.

"Perfect, then you won't have a problem."

The bumper cars don't provide ample opportunity to use Johnny's advice, but when Kitty drags them to the Tilt-a-Whirl next, he gets the perfect chance. At the front of the line, he and Sam get first pick of the available seats. The Amity Park boardwalk, unlike other theme parks, has an eclectic collection of Tilt-a-Whirl cars ranging from a cupcake, to a plain seat, to a bat to a spaceship. Danny already knows which one Sam would like.

"You want to take the spaceship?" Sam asks, tugging Danny in that direction.

He resists her pull. "Don't you like the bat?"

"Yeah, of course. But you like the spaceship."

It's the strangest tug of war Danny has ever found himself in. He nearly gives in, but Johnny kicks the back of Danny's leg—lightly—and coughs "lady's choice" under his breath.

"It's just a car. We can take the one you like," Danny says.

Sam frowns, her grip slackening. It's all that Danny needs, and he eagerly pulls her toward the bat, sliding in before she can protest further. When he turns to face her, instead of a smile, she meets him with a frown.

"Is something wrong?" Danny asks, startled. Panic rises within him. Oh, no. She is not having a good time. It's a disaster after all.

"No, it's fine," she says after a moment of silence, which does nothing to assuage Danny's worries. Everyone knows "fine" doesn't actually mean "fine." It's one of the most used words in Danny's vocabulary, typically after a nasty ghost fight that leaves him limping and bruised.

Desperate, Danny leans out of the car, searching the ride for Johnny. He finds him across the way, sliding into the cupcake next to Kitty. Johnny meets Danny's gaze and motions for him to watch. In one smooth move, Johnny stretches his arm out with a feigned yawn, then settles it down around Kitty's shoulders and tugs her close. When Danny leans back into the car, Sam is watching him.

"You're acting weird," she says.

"I'm just a little tired." Danny stretches his arm up, just like Johnny did. Sam's gaze follows it all the way until he drapes it over her shoulder. It isn't until he has settled that he realizes he forgot the yawn.

The rest of Johnny's advice follows that same vein: do what Sam wants and use every chance possible to invite her closer. Danny follows it to the letter, mimicking everything Johnny does. Take the lead when walking, but let her choose where to go. Keep her close, but let her wander when she wants to. The hardest part, though, is finding excuses to stick with Johnny and Kitty.

"We don't have to spend the whole night with them," Sam says.

They are loading onto the Ferris wheel, Johnny and Kitty taking one side of the four-person carriage while Sam and Danny get the other. Danny had hoped to save this for the end of the night, for just him and Sam, but Kitty wanted to go now. When Danny tried to suggest otherwise, or even suggest he and Sam take a different carriage, Shadow's low growl cut off his protests.

"I want to make sure they don't get into trouble. You know they like to cause drama," he whispers needlessly. Neither Kitty nor Johnny is listening.

"I don't think we have to worry about that. We've been here for three hours already and they haven't done anything. I think they just want to have a good time. Mostly." Sam tilts her head, shooting Johnny a pointed look.

To Danny's dismay, Johnny is once again feasting on the local sights. As Kitty braces herself against the rail of the carriage, staring out over the beachfront, Johnny leers at the woman who helped them onto the ride. His posture mimics Kitty's as the Ferris wheel turns for the next passengers to load on, and he leans over to get one last look at the woman.

"It's a double date. Aren't you supposed to stick together on a double date?" Danny draws Sam's attention back to him with the question and uses that moment to kick Johnny's ankle.

"Ow!" Johnny cries. He whips around, fixing a glare on Danny. "The hell was that for?"

"Do I have to say it?" They both know he won't, though. With the threat of Shadow hanging over the evening, Danny won't risk letting Kitty on to what's happening behind her back.

Sam, however, has no such qualms. "I can't believe you. You're literally on a date and you're not even paying attention to your girlfriend?"

That grabs Kitty's attention. She turns, eyes wide, and looks at Johnny. "What?"

"I bet she spent a long time getting ready for today, trying to look good for you, but here you are, faking interest when she watches, then looking to someone else whenever you think she isn't." As Sam berates Johnny, her voice slowly growing louder, Danny gets the sinking feeling that she isn't just talking about the ghost. "I wonder how long she has been looking forward to this. Probably a really long time, but you're so distracted that you can't even see she isn't enjoying herself."

Danny's stomach plummets. He really screwed up, didn't he?

"You. What?" Kitty's ice-cold voice reminds Danny that there are real stakes on this date.

"I was checking out her jacket, not her! It looks like the kind of thing you like to wear," Johnny rushes to explain.

Kitty's eyes narrow. In a blink, she lurches across the carriage and takes Johnny's place at the rail, peering back at the receding woman. Damningly, she isn't wearing a jacket.

"You! You! I can't believe you!" Kitty shrieks. "I thought you wanted to take me on a nice date. I didn't even care that you the ghost kid and his girl were coming, because he's nice, and you were finally taking me to a theme park like I always wanted!"

Viridescent tears streak down Kitty's cheeks. Danny has seen her livid and raging plenty of times over the past few years, but now she looks downright distraught. Her face crumples, scowl giving way as a sob wrenches from her throat. Johnny looks as stricken as Danny feels.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean it. You know you're the only girl for me," he says, dropping to his knees.

"I thought this– this meant something." Kitty struggles to speak through her tears, fighting against the tightening of her throat and gasping sobs. "How could you?"

She takes off, then, launching herself out of the carriage with enough force that she sends it rocking. Johnny reaches after her, but it's no use. She streaks across the sky, a blur of red and green, and disappears into the sparkling lights of the game booths, out of sight in seconds.

An oppressive silence descends for one long moment.

Johnny, shoulders trembling, turns to Danny. His shadow bubbles and bulges as two furious eyes blink open. "Kid, I am going to kill you!"

Sam jumps forward, sending the carriage rocking again, and brings her leg up. Danny glimpses the neon sole of her boot before she slams her heel down on Shadow's growing face. Shadow screeches in pain and withers into the floor, disappearing into a grey blob with a pathetic sizzle.

"Shut the hell up, Johnny, and go after your girlfriend!" Sam shouts, thrusting an arm out toward the game booths.

Johnny gnashes his teeth but doesn't fight. "This isn't over, kid." He falls through the floor of the carriage, intangible, and takes off after Kitty.

With a huff, Sam drops onto the bench opposite Danny, crossing her legs and arms, and glares at a point over Danny's shoulder.

Danny fidgets, pinching the fabric of his jeans and rolling it between his fingers. He looks up at Sam, down, then out after Johnny and Kitty. "Should we–"

"They can wait until the ride is done," Sam snaps.

Danny nods, afraid to say anything else and screw this up even further. He should have noticed Sam wasn't enjoying herself. It started off great, and now... he is not sure if there will be a second date. He wouldn't blame her. With that realization comes the dawning horror of what that might mean for their friendship. It would end because of this, right? They have fought a few times over the years, and it never lasts long, but this is different. They tried dating; that changes things. If it doesn't work and they go back to just being friends, it won't be the same. They will both know that they like each other, and they will know that it didn't work.

What would happen then? Danny can't imagine not having Sam in his life, but if she is really mad at him... she has dropped people for less. Everyone in Casper High remembers the middle school debacle that led to Sam cutting off all ties with Paulina. They might be better now, but it took six years for them to become friends again. Danny couldn't wait that long.

"Danny!" Sam jostles him, her hand on his shoulder, and yanks him back to the present. She stares into his eyes, assessing him. Once she is satisfied that he is back in the moment, she returns to her seat, this time with her gaze fixed on him.

Looking outside the carriage, Danny realizes they are over the crest. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he missed half the ride, including the best moment. The realization hits him worse than one of Skulker's ecto-seeking missiles. He nearly spirals again, but Sam reaches out and clamps onto his knee, keeping him grounded.

"Danny, I think we need to talk."

This is his nightmare. Literally, he has had nightmares about Sam rejecting him. They usually end with the haunting echo of Elliot's pompous laughter as Sam chooses him, old jealousies thriving in his dreams. Sometimes Valerie is there, too, her face overlayed with Sam's as they turn him down in unison. But the worst ones are when it is just Sam, looking him straight in the eye, and saying no. Right now, this is all too close to those nightmares.

He swallows, unable to find the right words, and nods instead.

"Why did you ask me out if you weren't even going to pay attention to me?" she asks.

Danny's mouth stays clamped shut as his earlier fears are realized. Her rant was for more than just Johnny.

"You asked me if this outfit was new." Sam skims her fingers along the lace of her stockings, tracing the spiderweb patterns hidden within. "I didn't lie when I answered. I bought this a few months ago for homecoming. It was our last one, and I thought... I thought you were going to ask me to it."

"But that's not..."

"Yeah, I didn't wear it."

The dress she did wear was fancier, with layered skirts and glittering black beads.

"I bought this one because I knew you wouldn't care if I dressed fancy or not. And I know you don't like to unless you have to." She nods to Danny's casual outfit. "So when you asked me out, I already knew what I wanted to wear, because I know you. But this whole time, you haven't acted like the Danny I know and care about. You've been clingy, and overly accommodating, but at the same time ignoring everything I wanted. And when you weren't doing that, you were watching Johnny?"

Sam ducks her head and looks away. With the brim of her hat hiding her face, he can't see her, but the quiet sniffle she makes is unmistakable.

A rotten taste seeps through Danny's mouth. This was supposed to be a nice first date, but all he did was make Sam cry.

"I know I say I don't care about this stuff. I say it all the time, but..." She reaches up, carefully dabs at her eyes so she doesn't ruin her makeup. "I wanted you to look at me."

Danny finally finds his voice. "Sam, God, no. You're beautiful. When I saw you? Holy crap, I couldn't breathe. You're always beautiful. Not that that's the only reason I like you! You're my best friend. I love your passion, and your smarts, and how you won't put up with guys like Johnny getting away with any of their shit. Or me getting away with mine. I love so much about you, and I love–"

He cuts himself off before the last word, the unsaid "you" hanging between them. He knows what he meant. She probably does, too. Now isn't the right time to say it, though, so he lets his voice fade to quiet.

The Ferries wheel jerks to a stop, their carriage rocking back and forth, and the ride technician opens the door for them.

"Hey, weren't there for of you before?" she asks.

"They got off early," Danny says. He ignores the startled look on the technician’s face as he rises to his feet. On instinct, he reaches toward Sam but holds back at the last moment. Clingy. The word echoes in his head. He wavers, unsure what to do.

Sam takes the choice away from him, jerking to her feet before he can decide. She touches his hand, but doesn't take it and brushes past him, exiting the carriage onto the boardwalk.

"Harsh," the technician whispers.

"I deserve it," Danny mutters back before running after Sam. She walks at a brisk pace, weaving through the crowd toward the line of booths. Danny catches up as she reaches the first tent. "Where are we going?"

"We need to make sure Johnny and Kitty haven't trashed anything, don't we?" Sam says.

"Right, yeah." Danny wishes his ghost sense would go off. At the very least, it could tell them if Johnny and Kitty were close by, but that only worked if they left his range in the first place. In his freshman year, they might have, but today his range stretched over most of the boardwalk, if not the whole thing.

As it turns out, tracking them is easy even without Danny's sense. When he and Sam reach the tightest cluster of game booths, they find a trail of destruction. Fallen stands, scattered prizes, and shattered lights guide them through the maze of booths and back out into the main thoroughfare.

"This looks tame for Shadow," Sam comments.

"Twenty bucks says Johnny did it," Danny says as they pick their way through shattered boards.

"Not Kitty?"

"Right now, the only person she's mad at is Johnny. But when Johnny gets mad, he isn't the only source of bad luck in their trio," Danny explains. It doesn't come out often, since Shadow does most of the fighting, but he has seen it often enough to recognize the effects.

When they leave the booths behind, they find themselves near the boardwalk entrance. In the middle of the wide path, Johnny and Kitty are locked in a screaming match. Or Kitty screams while Johnny wilts with every new word.

"It was always supposed to be our place, Johnny! And you ruined it!" She beat her fist against his chest, wailing all the while.

Johnny's silence under the onslaught speaks volumes. He doesn't even look mad anymore, just heartbroken.

"All I ever wanted, and you couldn't even—!" She stops, shuddering, and takes a deep breath. Her next words come out quiet. "If you hadn't tried to look at that stupid girl! If you had just watched the road like you were supposed to!" A gut-wrenching sob cuts her off. "Leave me alone, Johnny."

She turns on her heels and runs toward the nearest building. For a moment, it doesn't look like Johnny is going to follow. His legs tremble, seconds from collapsing beneath him. He manages to lift his gaze, though, and finally notices the sign hanging over the building that Kitty missed: Hall of Mirrors.

"Shit! Kitty, wait!" he calls, but she ignores him. With another swear, he leaps up and flies after her.

"Oh, no," Danny says. He sprints across the boards, Sam following without question. They're halfway to the house of mirrors when they hear a piercing scream followed by a crash. The building crackles. Something inside pulses, imperceptible to regular humans, but it makes Danny stagger.

"Danny, what's going on?"

Before he can answer, a wave of power surges from the house and everything goes back.

—

Danny wakes to a sharp ringing in his ears. Hazy light edges his vision. His hearing returns slowly. First, the muffled sound of his name, then the fizzle and pop of broken lights, and finally the soft rumbling of a gathered crowd.

All at once, Danny becomes aware. Sam hovers at his side, her hair tousled, a thin cut on her temple, and her hat in her hands. He sits up, squeezing his eyes shut when the world spins around him. Sam provides a steady hand, rubbing small circles on his back until he can open his eyes again. Around them, the stalls are dark. Thirty feet out in every direction from the house of mirrors, every light is broken. Glass litters the boardwalk. The normally glowing entrance to the park is dark, the metal twisted. Beyond that, the ticket booth lies on its side.

Directly ahead of them, a large crack splits the house of mirrors.

"What... what was that?" Sam asks. "It was like Shadow's power but way bigger. I've never... did Johnny do that? I didn't know he could."

Danny groans, rubbing his head. The piercing ring lingers in the back of his head, and it probably won't fade for a while, but it is not so bad that he can't ignore it. "Normally, yeah, but..." He grimaces. "We should get in there."

Sam nods and helps Danny to his feet, pulling him up by the arm. He staggers toward the broken attraction with Sam at his shoulder, casting wary glances all around them.

The gathered crowd isn’t big, yet. It looks like Danny was the only one knocked off his feet, the only one really affected by the ghostly surge—three guesses as to why that is, and the first two don't count. Judging by the sparks still raining down down from the shattered lights, it has only been a minute since the surge. Security isn't here yet. That gives them some time.

The employee manning the attractions sits on the boards, staring wide-eyed at the broken building. He doesn't even blink as Danny and Sam slip through the curtain.

Inside, it's dark. The lights are all down. Glass crunches under their shoes, every mirror in sight shattered, leaving blank boards behind. Johnny and Kitty aren't far from the entrance, no more than a few feet. Sam sees them first, catches the glow of their auras in the corner of her eye, and points toward a dead-end alcove after the first bend in the maze.

Kitty is tucked against Johnny's chest, her jacket pulled up around her head. Johnny has his arms around her waist, and his soft voice provides the only noise beyond the glass under Danny and Sam's feet.

When Johnny hears them, lifts his head, just enough to glare at them through the darkness. No threats spill from his lips, though, and he goes back to comforting Kitty soon enough.

Danny can't help it. He looks down at the mirror shards below them, and immediately wishes he didn't. Bloody road rash stretches up Kitty's right side, torn to the bone. Her face, protected by the darkness around them, and the shadows of her jacket, remains hidden from Danny's prying eyes. He prefers it that way.

A gentle nudge at his side reminds him that Sam is with them.

"What's going on?" she mouths.

Danny crouches, carefully not to make too much noise, and picks up a shard of glass. Johnny still hears him, though, and Shadow rises threateningly at the sight of the glass. Danny holds up a placating hand, then motions to Sam, the glass, then himself.

No matter what low opinion Johnny has of Danny right now, he wouldn't stoop so far as to expose other ghosts like that. To Danny's surprise, however, Johnny thrusts an arm out and motions for the glass. Danny raises his eyebrows. Johnny sticks his hand out further. Without complaint, Danny passes it over.

Johnny holds the glass up, angling it so that they can see his face. He and Kitty have matching road rash.

Sam gasps.

"Come on," Danny says to Johnny and Kitty. "Security will come soon. And if they see a couple of ghosts, you know they'll call my parents."

Kitty sniffs. Danny can't see her well behind the jacket, but the way her hair bobs, he assumes she nodded. All four of them go intangible, Danny lending his power to Sam. They slip through the mirrors toward the side of the building and step out into the open air. As Johnny continues to comfort Kitty, Danny creeps toward the corner of the building and peers out into the open. They left just in time. A security guard pushes through the gathered crowd and heads for the front entrance.

Danny retreats before anyone can see him, leaning against the side of the building. He shudders.

"I didn't know that could happen," Sam whispers as she comes up beside Danny.

"Not your fault. Ghosts don't make a point of going near mirrors," he says.

"You do, all the time. I saw you in a mirror this week."

"In your locker, yeah. But I'm not a ghost all the time. It doesn't work when I'm in human form."

"So, when you picked up the glass..." Sam trails off. Danny doesn't answer, letting her fill in the blanks for herself.

Neither of them says anything for a long moment. They hear the shout of the security guard, calling an al clear. Danny feels sorry for the workers at the park who have to deal with the aftermath. It didn't affect the whole boardwalk—he can see the Ferris wheel operating just fine, and a glow in the air from the game booth lights.

"Hey, kid."

Danny lifts his head toward Johnny.

"We're heading out. Consider us even."

"Thanks for showing her." Danny tilts his head back and thumps it against the wall of the house of mirrors. "You know, so I didn't have to."

Johnny shrugs. "Yeah, whatever. You're too young to deal with that shit, is all. Take care of your girl, alright?" He doesn't wait for an answer. Kitty is already gone, and Johnny goes invisible before Danny can think of a reply, leaving him and Sam alone.

"You never actually answered," Sam says, breaking the silence between them. "About why you took the double date."

Thank God it's too dark for Sam to see Danny's face go scarlet. In retrospect, of course Johnny's idea wouldn't end well, Danny was just so desperate he was willing to risk it.

"I asked him for dating advice," he mutters.

Sam splutters, a startled laugh bursting out of her. "What?"

"I couldn't think of anyone else to ask, so we made a deal. He invites us on a double date and gives me some tips, and I don't tell Kitty I caught him at the girl's college."

"You are such a dork." Sam snickers. "Is that why you kept watching him? I thought for a second me and Kitty might need to band together to keep you two apart."

Danny groans. "Please don't say that. Tucker already got me with that."

"Good. I hope he did." Sam shuffles over, leaning against Danny, and rests her head on his shoulder. "Danny, I don't need to hang off you like some soul-bound lovebird. We've known each other for ten years. I don't need some idealized romance, I just need you."

Danny feels like an idiot for ever thinking otherwise. The date might have been a train wreck, but half the boardwalk is still functioning. Maybe the evening doesn't have to be a total waste. He pulls the roll of game tickets—a precious commodity at the boardwalk—from his pocket and holds them out.

"Want to win Tucker that shark?" he asks.

Sam laughs, her shoulder shaking against his. "Only if we can ride the spaceship car on the Tilt-a-Whirl."

"Deal."

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after the night before you and henry find yourself in a new happy dynamic but stephan is bitter and hurt and luke wants you to bring down your daddy..But can you do it? or have you just had enough?

Warnings: Adult Situations 18+, Smut, Swearing, Little space?, daddy kink, Oral(Fem)

A/N: REMEMBER Stephan’s identity was revealed last time so for the time being he is James.okay? so I have had to split this chapter up a little so its not as bad as the original draft...But Eleven is well fuck me don't get me started! I hope everything makes sense haha! any way enjoy loveys

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Henry awoke the next morning curled around you, your head on his bicep making it numb but he wasn't going to move it, you looked so comfy smiling in your sleep your soft snores signalling you were still all tuckered out. He smirked then cast his eyes down the length of your bodies...Shit he was still in his shirt and pants from last night...Cock hanging loosely from the open zipper still making him flush a little seeing it just flopped out like that, you were naked covered in the dark silk sheet haphazardly thrown across you covering what needed to be covered. The sight was just another innocently erotic image he would treasure...He really needed to start taking photos.

He groaned rolling to his back careful not to move his arm from underneath you and tucked his cock neatly back into place zipping himself back up he grinned tucking his arm behind his head propping it up looking over to the still messy sybian. Last night was...The best night of his life! far better then what he had imagined and fantasized. He hummed rolling his tongue around behind his teeth closing his eyes he could still see you, glistening dripping in jewels and sweat as you rocked mercilessly on your new toy. It would become an effective punishment and reward he might not have to use the cane much with you a few hours in this thing would correct any misdemeanors in a jiffy. He looked at you again 'beautiful, stunning, mine all mine' he felt giddy at the thought like a small boy and all his Christmases had come at once.

You had made your decision last night it was him you wanted...And boy did you want him he had no doubt that you'd have done anything for him! to fuck you last night, that you wished it had been his cock splitting you open but...You hadn't begged him to fuck you yet, he was petulant in that respect. He wanted you to crave him to crawl and beg on hands and knees for his cock, to cry and pout and scream stomp your little feet and throw a fit! until you got what you wanted. Last night you were close to it he could tell~ so close his guess was by the end of the week he'd have you. He looked down to you curling over kissing your head a few strands of hair moved to your face making you whine and bring up a hand smoothing it back in your sleep and frown, pink lips drawing into a cute pout and rolled over flat on your back head tucking into your shoulder lolling off his arm.

He smiled as moving a hand pulled the sheet revealing a nipple that had began to pucker and peek out. Tempting him. He smirked moving a hand ghosting his fingers over the taught bud then down peeling back the sheet biting his lip staring as he ran the tip of his fingers around your breast stopping when you sighed in your sleep arching up to the tickling feeling slow drags on the underside of the breast. He chuckled then flicked at it at the now pebbled nipple slowly getting an idea without much of a thought he slowly pulled the soft cool sheet away relishing in the way you shivered goose bumps rising across your skin in one slow full body shiver. You let out a breathy whine moving a hand searching for the sheet in your sleep then bent your splayed legs before bringing your knees closer and settling again. Henry licked his lips locking in on his target, the smooth mound tucked almost innocently between a set of soft pudgy thighs. He moved siting up undoing the buttons on his shirt in a controlled hurried manner and slipped it of. He wasn't that vain but he knew you liked his topless your eyes lit up at his maintained physique. He twisted down to all fours like a predator crawling around you eyeing his prize and settled slowly between your knees running a fingertip along the sensitive flesh coaxing you to open your knees wider you did trying to shake off the tickles and he shuffled up looking making sure you don't ruin his little treat, this was a reward he wants to start your knew life of right! and what better way then to wake you up by feasting on your soft juicy cunt!

You whimpered quietly when he moved his arms looped below your thighs wrapping over the top and held you open his palms were hot against your cool soft skin and he held them high so his fingers could still be used later on for...Reasons. He took a deep breath breathing in the scent of your still messy pussy and place a sloppy open mouthed kiss on the top just above your hooded clit, twisting his face pressing harder mimicking the rough needy kisses he used to take your breath away. You moaned breathing hitching and arching slightly in your sleep softly grinding towards his mouth, your body knowing you were being ravished by your man, falling prey to his lust once again with out any conscious thoughts. He angling his head keeping a close eye on you and poked his tongue out tasting your arousal properly sliding down using his tongue to spread your labia lapping slowly at the hidden pearl that was quickly revealing itself front its little hood.

You whined and bucked cutely into him again panting soft moans and soundless whines escaping you as your arousal began wetting his chin as he drank you in slurping lewdly at your cunt making sure to rub his chin on your weeping opening growling and grunting as he feasted wetting his face on you being sure to flick and tease the small bud nipping and suckling.

"Ah! Daddy!hmmm~" he froze his heart almost burst him! You knew it was him you were dreaming of him! you were coming to but that didn't matter now he had started and he would bloody well finish his snack whether your awake of not! With that thought he then drove his tongue up into the wet creamy channel moaning up into your tiny heat as he tasted you once again a sweet yet musky taste he would never grow bored of he flicked his tongue using the tip to massage your opening quickly.

It was then your woke gasping and moaning at the hot penetration. Eyes wide you reared up spreading your legs wide bringing them up trying to dislodge whatever was flicking up into you, curling over hands gripping his hair in two tight fists and pulled at him trying to get him away yet your hips rocked on instinct, as if you already knew who is was! who your body belonged to even in slumber!.

"OH MY GOD-ahah fu-fuck daddy? what are ugh!" you cried out as he moved faster giving your opening quick and precise kitten licks over the muscle pressing as firm as he could with the flat of his tongue letting the tip pass the thick quivering muscle to tease your inner walls with each drag of his tongue. It was incredible you'd never paid much notice to how sensitive your actual opening itself was but fuck me! it was a glorious feeling. He was quick you tilt his head nudging your clit harshly with his nose then moved up to latch onto the little button sucking it back between his teeth guiding his hands to your core pulling apart your lips holding you open on display. you whined when you were pulled apart the cool air creeping across the drenched folds. It was when he pulled back no longer warming you with his breath, you moved to cover your self he captured your fingers in his mouth biting them growling in warning.

"No Daddy please I'm messy a-and sore!" he released your hand leaving marks from his reprimanding bite.

"Good then Daddy has done his job! now little girl flick your clit for daddy as he devours you~ I want you to cum in my mouth" you faltered shivering and blushing feeling embarrassed.

"D-daddy? I don't think I can...I've never done that in front of anyone-" he chuckled dipping his tongue inside you for a second shutting you up with your own surprised squeak.

"Its that or I'm making you hold yourself open and you'll cum from pussy spankings with Daddy's strap! You chose princess" you gasped feeling another stream of your hot arousal trickle from You at the mention of being strapped across your vulnerable clit. What was wrong with you? Why did that sound fun?

"Come on princess daddy is waiting~ now what will it be?" you hesitantly moved your bitten hand slowly to your open pussy. Resting your fingertips on you clit and rolled in small c motions he watched blowing out cool air onto your wide open twitching cunt.

"That’s it~ go on tickle your little bud daddy wants to taste his little one~ wants his breakfast nice and early~" you flushed darker gasping when he pressed a kiss on your working fingers making you press harder on your erect bud. He moved closer smirking and hummed giving your opening another open mouthed kiss swirling his tongue around your hole then widened his tongue again licking and twisting it inside you making your body shudder and try to grind on him.

Your fingers moved pinching and rolling your bud making you twitch around his tongue trying to close your legs around him humping his face loosing yourself but his hands held fast still spreading your lips over his mouth as he dived in deeper playing with you. you tensed toes curling and grinded on your hand moving your fingers fast trying to chase a fast wave of pleasure.

"DAD-DADDY FUCK YESyesyesyesyes please please can I? I want please?!PLEASE MAKE ME CUM AGAIN DADDAUGH!" his reply was to drag his sharp teeth over your contracting opening sparking a frenzy of pulses across the muscles. The pleasure shot to your clit still being massaged by your own fingers allbeit stuttering but still adding building to an impossible high. You held your breath pushing back with your feet pressing into the mattress arching as you cried out in exctasy gyrating your hips on his face as you came loud and proud.

"DADDY?! DADD-OH OH FUCK FUCK NOO ITS-" you shuddered feeling yourself melt into his mouth making him hum and growl drinking you in like you was the fountain of youth, greedily trying to take as much of you in as possible. You heaved deep breaths as he pulled away shuffling up his chest flush against your sopping cunt and moving his hands to rest on your stomach one grasping your wrist tugging your hand to his mouth and suckling the last of your arousal off of your fingers smirking as you went all shy and pulled trying to get him to release you.

"Daaaaadddyyy! nooo stop its embarassing-"

"It's delicious! I told you baby doll I'd have you for breakfast everyday if I could~" he smiled releasing your hand with a parting kiss to the tip of your finger then laid his chin on your pelvis giving a soft kiss to the warm skin. He tilted his head to the side taking a moment to stare up as you he was content and so were you it seemed everything was looking up. You sighed slowly moving your fingers through Henry's hair twirling the dark curls and a flush crept up your chest settling at your cheeks making you go pink...He was staring, his serene blues taking you in, watching you almost in a daze, like he couldn't believe you where there and happy...Were you happy? You wasn't sure things had moved fast...You felt giddy but that could just be the afterglow of insane sex and a wake up to remember...But you felt calm and relaxed for the first time completely unafraid of this incredibly cunning and dangerous man...you giggled at him cutely raking your fingers through the perfectly messy hair, you supposed you were happy...happy and small and it was a nice change after all these months. You'd made him happy, which and in turn made you happy...maybe staying here wasn't going to be so bad.

"Good morning daddy" he grinned placing a kiss on your tummy again crawling higher littering kisses across stomach, moving to your sides making you giggle and squirm as he blew raspberries on your ribs before placing two sweet kisses on your nipple before sucking harshly making you grunt and arch you gripped his hair and tugged pulling him off the dark bud. When he looked up he frowned and growled opening his mouth to scold you but you had other ideas, leaning down and yanking him closer by his hair he grunted in slight pain but chuckled when he felt you kissing at him desperately, your small once timid tongue now darting around his mouth sweetly exploring your newly claimed territory. He groaned when you wrapped the dexterous muscle around his almost pumping his thick tongue like you had his cock only a few hours ago you closed your eyes tasting yourself still on his tongue.

Something a few short weeks ago would have found disgusted you was now the most erotic-well second most erotic thing you'd ever tasted, the first was the man himself! His own musky clean taste of his velvet skin and the salty cum you had be rewarded with for your efforts. You moaned into him before pulling back slowly, he moved tipping his head forward to yours smiling looking you straight in the eye as your hands fell to his broad shoulders.

"It is a good morning isn't it little one?" You giggled again then cringed looking down his chest and abdomen were smothered in your arousal from his climb across you and now smeared across your front.looked to the sybian and winced it was still there and messy from last night.Henry followed your gaze and tutted placing a finger below your chin making to look back to him.

"Now now princess that was a treat~ you don't get to go on your horsey unless daddy says and I think you were spoilt enough last night...now come on little one time for a shower you’ve gotten us all sticky~" you flushed stammering as he sat up wanting to argue with him but settled for pouting instead as he slipped off the bed and dragged you up behind him carrying you to the bath room with a noticeable spring in his step the man was elated and to be quite frank so was you.

"Come on...come on fucking pick up!" Stephan was hissing trying to keep his balance which was hard when his eyes were blackened his view of the world two slits he was teetering on his good leg he was surprised he was still standing...albeit on one leg but he was here still despite the swollen battered state he was in he was more determined then ever to get this son of a bitch behind bars...and you if it came down to it! He no longer cared for your involvement you'd shagged that cunt! Betrayed him ignored his bravery and the escape he offered, that he put his job his fucking life on the line for! But you’d rather go home with that monster and fuck him? Oh no that wasn't going to slide. He was gunning for the both of you now.

He wobbled grunting through his teeth and dialed the number again his body trembling the adrenaline he was running on was wearing thin soon the pain would really hit and he will fucking pass out. The black eyes and broken nose was tolerable the wrist was pushing it but his broken knee? It was the worst pain he'd had in a long time such a fucking awkward place to get a hit. It swollen but constrained by his trousers unable to bend or straighten it holding it at an odd angle that throbbed he needed it sorted. They had graciously allowed him to keep his phone everything was wiped sim card out and the sd card but he was an agent he phoned 911 again dialing his agency's extension number.

"Joel! Joel don't hang up its me!"

"Fucking hell James? Where the fuck you been? Been looking everywhere for you! Just fucking dropped off the map!" He sighed taking deep breaths trying to breath through the pain quickly flooding his system.

"Joel I'm I need help I’m fucked! But we got him! I can bring him in racketeering! Assault!" Joel had to slow him down unable to make heads or tails of James’s mutterings

"Whoa whoa what are you on about! Bring in who?" James growled down the phone getting frustrated with his superior

"Fucking Cavill! Cavill Joel! He fucking tried to have me off'd"

"And you got away? how!? Fuck hang on you hurt?" James started heaving as the pain began catching up with him he spat up blood and bile.

"No no I'm sweet as a nut...OF COURSE I'M FUCKING HURT!!" he heaved again pulling the phone away and began throwing up mostly blood again he spat a few times bringing the phone back to his ear and continued.

"I look I'm at the fields come get me! Hurry I'm gonna pass out I don't wanna be out cold if they come back" Joel swore knowing exactly where to go the wide stretches of farmland on the out skirts of the city along the motor way...Bodies popped up there occasionally people who falling victim to Henry's displeasure.

"Right hang on tight! I'm on my way!" Joel hung up and James could breath easier they were coming for him, he crumpled to the floor landing at and odd angle due to his knee he swore and screamed as his broken wrist took the brunt of the fall.

James wasn't waiting long maybe twenty minuets or so they must have had and escort and blue lighted it. Joel got out with another one of the team a medic.

"Fucking Christ James! How the fuck you get away like that?" James shook his head groaning as he had sets of hands moving to help him to the car."Didn't...He released me! It was a test Joel a fucking test not for me!" Joel frowned not following to all intents and purposes James shouldn't be breathing.

"Then who? Who's case is he on now?" Joel quickly helped James and the medic into the back of the car then took to the drivers seat and began moving the car to the slip road for the motorway they had to be out of here fast.

James hissed and groaned as the medic began dressing his wounds as best as she could apologizing as he grunted and hissed at her. Joel was quick to gun it down the motorway aiming to get to HQ as soon as he could the medi bay are waiting on them.

"Y/n! Fucking shes fucking! I don't know the details but last night was a test she passed and I was let go..From what I can tell if she had refused him last night you'd have found me in pieces!" The medic was quick to get morphine into him as they began moving in to the city.

"Y/n? the cute cafe worker? but you said she didn't know anything?" James grunted and roared as his wrist was twisted back into a natural position with a definitive crack.

"She fucking didn't! She-there was nothing there! He kidnapped her a few months ago I fucking told you! I told you but you didn't! ugh fucking watch it! My legs fucked to if you didn't fucking notice!" he dragged his good hand through his hair laying back across the seat huffing focusing on his breathing as the woman apologized.

"Funny you should mention her...You were right shes not in the UK not been on any flights had the metropolitan police check the forwarding address and job... shes not there a false paper trail but it was a good one he hired some fucking look alike to trapse around as her for a month or so to throw people off" James grunted swallowing some water frown a water bottle before growling out a reply.

"I fucking told you! I saw her weeks ago and yesterday-" Joel’s head snapped back at him wide eyed

"Yesterday where? We haven't had a trace! What the fuck did you do?!"

"I went after him! I tried to rescue her did a whole fucking love triangle thing in his restaurant in his hotel ....Gave her a chance to run she didn't take it!" Joel slammed the breaks causing James to curse at him but Joel ignored his bitching turning around fully.

"You went after Cavill? Are you fucking mad! James what the fuck?!" James raged at his handler as he almost rolled off the seat to the foot well he growled and let loose screaming at the other man.

"I FUCKING LOVED HER! SHE WAS-WE I COULD HAVE HAD A FUTURE! A WIFE KIDS THE FUCKING LOT WITH THAT WOMAN! AND HE TOOK HER! NO ONE WOULD HELP I HAD TO DO SOMETHING...I love her...Fucking....Love and she-she chose him! She chose to stay with that murdering piece of shit Joel!" What started as vengeful rant ended in pitiful gut wrenching sobs of a broken agent. Joel watched taking deep breaths and pulled the car away again giving James time to collect himself he took some deep breaths before asking the question hanging in the air between them.

"Is she with him?" James shook his head grunting low in his chest.

"Not like that! He kidnapped her! He has something over her...She can't...She can't love him she must be to frightened... You should have got her out!" Joel was flooded with guilt, James was right they should have at least looked into it, he dreaded to think what the girl has seen... what she has had to do to save her own skin.

"I'm sorry James but we couldn't risk a whole operation on going in and getting her at that point" James yelled out through a sob still lost in his despair.

"And what makes her so special to you now?!" Joel looked to the broken agent with a heavy sigh he began explaining what the result of there year long sting was.

"...He's clean James...Fucking clean as a whistle...FBI CIA MI5 and 6 and no one not one of us has a damn thing! There is nothing on him... No bullshit! No games he does everything out in the open yet so well hidden! Its like nothing we've seen. His legit businesses are covering his other shit easily....He is just making to much money we can't track it all! He should have been a politician...Fuck we found ties to the fucking white house and congress James...Tax returns are immaculate, no parking offenses, no scams or fuckups anywhere!...When I tell you this kidnapping and your assault are the only routes we got I mean they are the only things we got! Until someone else talks..."

"Thought you weren't gonna bother down that road" Joel pulled up to HQ heading for the underground parking lot he frowned looking at James through the rearview mirror.

"What? What do you mean? I thought it was you!?" James frowned what was he missing? He voiced his confusion.

"Me what? Whats happened?" Joel parked up and turned the car off then spun in his seat facing the bruised man.

"Some...Footage was delivered...It's from inside Fletchers cafe Grainy and old camera but its her being kidnapped after closeing up...Someone in the local force is under Cavill's thumb. Dumbass's didn't even look! But my guess is that if it wasn't you who handed it in then Fletcher has had enough of playing puppet... We tried talking already but he is being watched... Closely something's happening and I don't know what James what have you got for us any way? you said you could pull him in?" James growled and motioned to himself

"What have I got? You fucking-THIS YOU CUNT LOOK AT ME!! Fucking hell more morphine! That ain't touching shit!...Look I haven't got no names but it was obvious his men referred to Henry calling him boss and his new toy which I'm assuming is y/n..Well not toy said shes the queen of his sordid empire now the Jewel in his crown!" Joel wasn't put off by the outburst but he sensed James' hostility to y/n he loved the woman and hated her...Joel could understand in a way he spoke trying to calm the injured agent down.

"Fuck alright alright Jesus!...You have your badge and gun yesterday?"

"No I fucking didn't I'd have shot that cunt between his smug little beady fucking eyes!" Joel sighed at the vicious growl .Right.

"Fuck sake James sit still! Look you can take him on as a civilian but you have to stick to your cover stay as Stephan for the case...Have to cover the agent shit we do this in court, No CIA bullshit if it fails and we are tied to it we would be fucked, everything we have ever had on Cavill could go up in smoke! Double jeopardy and all that" James sighed searching Joel's eyes following what he was getting at.

"So get him on this and the kidnapping then once he's inside -" Joel smiled nodding

"Once he's inside dismantle his empire build up a case...With him gone we could do plea deals with his associates and bring another case to keep him there! But we need you to bring the case and get the girl to testify! We need her account of things to put him down!" James nodded he would think of something...He had to the whole case rested on it...And if you don't testify then he’d just have to make you out as his queen his accomplice you'd just have to fall with the mighty kingpin.

"Stephan, do you want to press charges on one Mr Henry Cavill for kidnap with intent to harm, assault and grievous bodily harm"

"Fucking yes....Whats an agent gotta do to get more morphine round here? Fucking die Jeesh!" Joel smiled yeah he’d be okay a few days rest and he’d be kicking ass again. Joel nodded to the medics on Stand by to sort James out as he moved from the car going upstairs to handle the arrest warrant.

You giggled rolling around on the floor in the living room with Kal, your short blue pleated skirt flicking to and fro as Kal shook the other end of the rope with all his might making your body jolt with his tugs. Today has been different, incredible you had a new view on this relationship..last night was...It was fucking amazing and not just the sex! going out and being treated like a queen. After this morning you had decided to try and indulge him a little more with his kink? fetish? whatever it was called you found it surprisingly easy and felt better for it! You felt...Different playful and free and small? like a cheerful little girl much like this morning but it wasn't an afterglow as you first thought you were just happy with him today like everything has clicked into place and he just...he made more sense!

"Kal! Gimme its my toy~!" The Akita didn't ducking lower and tugged bouncing back onto his hind legs growling playfully. You moved to kneel and pulled back tugging the loop at the end of the rope out of breath from playing tug with the strong bear.

Henry sat on the sofa watching, this was the life he'd wanted. Taking care of business on his laptop as his little baby girl had the time of her life playing with Kal. He smirked as your skirt flipped up again when Kal gave a particularly rough pull dragging you off your knees to lay back on your tummy. Henry groaned as he got a clear view of your perfect ass as the small skirt swished back and forth with your and Kal's game. Everyone was in a good mood its as if yesterday truly was the definitive moment for you both, you were content and happy just going along with him as any good little girl would. You giggled and rolled to your back both hands still on the rope as Kal tugged you across the living room. He could sit here and watch you playing with Kal forever but he had to bring the game to a stop, kal was getting more excited and it was going to end in tears.

"Little one, that's enough let Kal have his toy" you turned and pouted.

"But were playing!" Henry raised a brow

"Not anymore, let go... You have to let him have it occasionally" you pouted sitting back on your bottom letting Kal run off with the rope you frowned as Kal came back to the door tapping his feet prancing around showing off then ran away again parading his trophy through out the house.

"Good girl come sit over here with daddy for a while-" you flopped back down on the carpet puffing your cheeks Henry sighed watching you huff and puff sulking. He held his tongue you were falling into your little sub space again...which was good he was glad today was just going perfectly you'd seemed to be enjoying yourself he just didn't realize you'd be such a cheeky little madam. "Daddy...Daddy I'm bored!" Henry tilted his head giving a bored look he didn't really want to punish you for being in a sub space but..he wasn't putting up with a spoilt little brat he sighed when you stretched out on the floor kicking your feet a little showing your bare pussy as you had your first little paddy. It was cute...Tempting and adorable but he had to make things clear.

"Well you can go play in your playroom, I just don't want you to get hurt..Kal was getting to excited-" you interrupted him in a petulant whine.

"You just don't want me and Kal to have fun! god sake I've got fuck all to do Henry!" Henry snapped his gaze up at you was that little space? or something else? he huffed placing his laptop on the sofa beside him and pointed to the floor before him and called you over you froze for a second getting and uneasy feeling through all the... Playfulness receding as you looked at Henry seeing a dark fierce look brewing in his eyes. You twitched under the unwavering gaze boring into you burning. you panicked and moved kneeling up covering your ass instinctively.

"D-daddy I'm sorry I'll be good!"

"Come here pet...I just want to talk promise" you eyed him cautiously and bite your lip at him before asking in a quiet voice

"I-please? No spanking?" he chuckled shaking his head softening his face.

"Not yet no, please come here baby we need to have a chat that's all" you contemplated and decided to trust him rolling over and crawled over to him sitting before him leant forward and hoisted you up to his lap you squeaked as he sat you on his knee and bounced it lightly.

"Now little one I know your in your little sub space and its all new and exciting, you might not know how to handle it but that doesn't mean you get to misbehave! I don't want you to start being naughty-"

"I'm not in sub space...I'm just happy! and wasn't being naughty!" he shushed you

"Ah ah! Daddy want finished you are in subspace and your pushing me..Its normal but you can only push daddy so far now go and get some of your colors from your play room and you can sit here and color while daddy does his work"

"No! I don't want to color!!" Henry was quick to grip your chin making you look at him settling you with a stern look.

"Enough do as your told...Start acting up and you wont be bored you'll be a sorry sore little girl!" you gulped and looked down your playful mood gone now and you felt normal nodded and he released you motioning for you to get up and get your pencils from your play room

"Now go get your colors and some paper" you looked down sulking at him

"I don't want to color"

"Then get a book or something else to do while daddy finishes his work...And put that bottom lip away before daddy gets your bottom out for a little one on one session" you heaved a sigh and got up walking to the play room routing through your things for something to do settling on re-watching Seven Brides For Seven Brothers it might cheer you up to sing along.

You smiled clutching the dvd and made your way back to the living room but froze when there was a loud knock at the front door and the shouts of 'police open up!' you yelped jumping back in fight and shivered unsure what to do as Henry came out of the living room holding up his hand trying to calm you. You looked from him to the door the you’d banging was frightening, like they didn't want you to open the door they wanted to know it off its hinges! you whined taking a step back never been in a situation like this before. Henry caught your attention making his way swiftly over to you.

"Baby girl go to your play room...Daddy?..Has to go out for a little bit" you quivered as the shouts got louder from outside you moved back a few more steps frightened looking to the door shaking your head.

"No- that’s the police I-whats going on? are they coming to get you? a-are you being arrested" Henry sighed reaching you kissing your head trying to reassure you rubbing your arms lightly he tucked you into a hug comforting you.

"No..No baby...Baby look at me...It's okay everything will be fine Daddy is just going to answer some questions and he will be back tonight...Please just do as your told okay?" you nodded leaning up on your tip toe kissing him as Luke opened the door letting the police into the house. Henry gave a reassuring pat on your back.

"Go...Everything will be fine just go to your play room... watch your films and I will be back before you know it...Take Kal with you to snuggle" Henry pushed you back down to your play room as the officers came up to him. You moved slowly down the hall turning placing one hand on the wall watching as they began sneering at him.

"Cavill your coming with us!"

"why?" the tallest officer sneered at him standing threateningly over him even though Henry was slightly shorter he was broader he didn't flinch or bat an eye at the puffed up police officer

"An interview there have been accusations" Henry nodded tilting his head

"And? do I get to hear what I'm being accused of?"

"You'll find out when we get there!" they grabbed Henry spinning him harshly making him grunt as they cuffed him tighter then necessary. Henry nodded sending you a cheeky wink before being dragged out of the house Luke slammed the door shut shaking the walls with the force and you stayed still shaking and blinking suddenly very frightened to be in this house without him...And you had a right to be with the way Luke was smirking at you.

Luke hid his smile as Henry was piled into the back of a police car in cuffs was this it? was this the mans fall? he flicked his eyes to the you cowering standing in the hall. Maybe...Just maybe he could set you up get her to talk ,you was going to be Henry's undoing he knew that. Fuck everyone knew that! Henry was loosing it big time to wrapped up in your sweet little cunt! he only hoped it was worth it. Luke bit his lip shutting the door as the police drove off with the bastard.

This was Luke's out, you was Luke's out and he would be damned if he was going to let this opportunity pass him by. He turned to you and grinned seeing you shaking leaning on the wall completely freaked out.

"He will be fine princess he has bail money" you took unsteady steps out to the foyer again drifting around the corner to rest near a small table by the wall. you gulped trying to calm down before speaking

"B-but was that...they didn't read him his rights does that mean?.." Luke smiled nodding before slowly crossing the large foyer in slow deliberate steps.

"He isn't arrested yet...Just an interview they think they have something...You know with the CIA on him they might...." you gulped and leaned on the wall moving a shaking palm to your hair smoothing it back. Could they? Did they have something?

"Luke..Do you-do you think that he? that this is it?" Luke shrugged slapping his arms back at his sides

"Who knows but FBI CIA even the British lot are on his case and those officers were very cocky...Much cockier then last time I think what ever is happening is big" you panicked whining waving a hand around frantically want answers

"But could he be going inside!?" Luke rolled his eyes at you then fixed you with a snarl

"Heh lets put it this way little one the police don't just come barging into the kings castle and drag him off for nothing" you frowned worrying about what this could mean for you.

"Wh-what should I do? I don't know if- I mean where?" Luke smiled at the panic in your eyes, the small voice you were scared. Good if you thought Henry was going inside there more chance of you throwing him under the bus, Luke planned his next words carefully he needed to fan the flames so to speak. Needs to light a fire under your ass.

"Well you've got a choice abandon ship or go down with the rest of us.."

"What why would I? I haven't done anything" Luke laughed out loud the sound echoing off the huge space mocking you in waves.

"Really? you can't be that naive? your his queen, his lover, your his woman! as far as they are concerned your and accomplice complacent in the shit he has been doing since you got here!"

"What but I'm-I'm not his lover!" Luke mocked you again with a laugh this time louder and more resonating making your heart clench dreadfully tight you felt sick as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

"So you haven't been having sex with him? I didn't catch him eating you out in the kitchen? or you tossing him off the other week in the living room? You didn't sleep with him last night? I hate to tell you this princess but we know, we all know about your fucking BDSM daddy kink! its some fucked up shit! we hear you. I mean what ever floats your boat.. your not exactly quiet~ quite a screamer actually.." Luke smiled seeing you fall for his taunts like he knew you would and held his breath going in for the final blow

"Every one knows your with him even Stephan now knows to"

"What because I chose Henry-" Luke sighed cutting you off with a sly smile

"No because he knows you fucked him last night"

"Stephan what? how did he find-what he got to do?-Oh my god its him isn't it? he has- did Henry do something? or you? what did you do?!" Luke shrugged

"Nothing much we left him alive...Last night was your test...You made Henry happy and we released Stephan he was a little worse for wear but he will live...You know he was devastated when he found out...He thought you were being raped! imagine his face when he was told that it wasn't rape that you wanted Henry and had been fucking him for weeks!...That you chose to fuck your kidnapper rather then get away from him!" you slid down the wall to the floor shocked how did this turn round so fast?! you tried blocking out Luke comments but he just continued to talk he wouldn't shut up.

"He was angry when we let him go...Bitter I think would be the better word..Can't really blame him he loves you...or loved not to sure any more don't think he wants Henry's sloppy seconds if you get my drift, he is gunning for Henry now got a fucked up idea that Henry fucked his bird, but we both know that's not true...Your Henry's now you caved just like everyone around him. I'm leaving in two hours if your coming with me be in the garage waiting..." you looked up at him from the floor tears flooding your eyes making everything blurry you sniffed wiping your nose with the sleeve of Henry's sweater you wore breathing in his calming scent.

"Wh-what do you mean come with y-you what could I possibly do?" Luke smiled cruelly as his plan came together.

"Like I said save yourself or fall with us...One statement is all it would take, one statement on what happened" you frowned at him trying to figure out what he meant.

"What? about last night or.." Luke smiled letting your word hang in the air for a second taking a few steps toward you and laid a hand on your shoulder.

"Anything you think they need to know anything you want to tell them~ if your giving a statement be in the garage when I leave and put on some fucking underwear! don't need your bits out! if not I don't want to hear a peep understand this is adult shit and I don't need a little sex kitten making things worse!" you took a deep breath as Luke moved out of the foyer to the office.

You stayed there for a few seconds before tearing up the stairs to your and Henry's bedroom bawling your eyes out. once there you through yourself on the bed head first sobbing your heart out into the messy covers. Your heart was torn you wanted him here! you wanted Henry and you couldn't understand why the thought of him not being here hurt so bad...You were scared Luke's words haunted and frightened you, if you told the police Henry would be in trouble and would kill you...Would he kill you? you wanted to think he wouldn't but there was doubts...But if you didn't and they found out? would you go to prison yourself, would they say you were apart of it? you cried louder into the covers getting yourself into a state and that was how Kal found you he jumped up on the bed beside you resting his heavy head on your back sighing. You turned your face to the side tears still streaming.

"K-Kal? what do I do?" you moved curling into the huge mass of fur tucking your face into his neck. He didn't seem to mind you crying and snotting all over him he laid there guarding you wanting to snuggle and make you feel better.

What were you supposed to do? should you help him? give a statement to the police bullshit about a love triangle? about an ex who wont let you go?...Even if you thought of a somewhat believable excuse would they buy that? you cringed could you lie to the police? it felt wrong but not as wrong as not having Henry around... And if you did say something would they want you to testify? under oath and what if they found out?...Or you could come clean tell them everything from the second he kidnapped you, that you were terrified to scared to ask for help or reach out..You could be free, free of him and his madness. free to lead your own life again, Independence again! no spankings or or fear or punishments...why did that thought fill you with dread? you didn't enjoy his methods did you?

Yyou sat up sniffling and looked down at kal who was staring at you unblinkingly, he knew something was up. You looked around the room that had slowly become home could you leave this place after everything? leave Kal and this new life you'd just come to terms with?...Could you leave Henry? truly leave him behind bars and carry on with your life?...You frowned as the thought of not being with him made your chest hurt, your stomach clenched and your blood ran cold. You swallowed looking to Kal who was still looking through you. You whispered under your breath admitting out loud to yourself for the first time

"I love him Kal...I love him I-I don't know why but I do..." the dog blinked and army crawled into your lap wagging his tail as you smiled sadly petting him running your finger through his fur drawing patterns on the dogs skin below.

"I would take you with me...If Henry did go to prison...I wouldn't leave you here..But we-I have nowhere to go...Fuck why does this have to be so hard?! I should be jumping for joy! pack my shit and run for the hills... But no...Henry- Daddy won in the end huh Kal...He won I need him don't I? fallen in love with him just like he said I would...I do Kal I really do...But-but if Henry had taught me anything its that life is a game your a player or a pawn" you moved looking to the clock and sighed you must have been lost in your melt down longer then you thought it was nearly time...Luke would be leaving in a few moments.

You took a deep breath making your decision and slowly moved Kal off of you giving the bear a big kiss between his ears then crossed the room to the drawer that held your panties, the ones you were only supposed to use when you were on your period. You opened the drawer slowly with a shaky hand pulling out a pair and slipped them on. You swallowed and steeled yourself. You'd been a pawn for to long. It was time to stand up for what you wanted and come hell or high water these men were going to do as you wanted for once! with that thought you slipped on your dolly shoes that were hidden beneath the bed and ran to the garage as Luke was unlocking the car.

"So little princess got some spine after all~ good choice be stupid not to come on hop in" you nodded and walked to the passenger side and climbed into the range rover taking deep breaths as Luke began to pull away from the house. It was time you got your own way for once and fuck everyone else! Fletcher, Stephan and Henry all manipulated you and now? now Luke was trying his luck...You have lived with Henry; the king of mind games for months...and little Luke thought you’d fall for his shit? did he really think you hadn't learned a thing or two? no more! fuck them. You were not a princess..or a sex kitten...You were a fucking Queen and its about time you acted like one! they were going to play by your rules now because for once you held the cards! you were going to get your way this time!

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x Secrets of The Lake: The Company of Misery and Pain

{ Chapter 10 }

Summary: Vladimir Masters’ family tree has always been tainted by secrets swept under the rug. From generation to generation there have been countless reasons the Masters’ family had seemed to keep private from the public. Even to this day, Vladimir was no exception. But what was one to do when a restless spirit from the settlement years finally breaks free from restraints and demands you answer for your ancestor’s crimes? Vladimir doesn’t know. However, Clockworks does.

Notes: We just having fun, rewriting some of the canon, new adventure new characters. I will apologize now for any grammar, spelling, weird sentence structuring in advance. My brain writes faster than my fingers and even when I go back through to reread it I still miss things. Sorry about that!

Word Count: 5086

P.s: I feel like this chapter is shit :/ but we honestly have to keep going!!

Danny could feel it, Sam could feel it because Danny could feel it, and Tucker could only feel it because Sam told him via passing a note. Something was wrong or something was going to be wrong. Danny had kept it to himself all morning up until lunch. The annoying feeling like he should probably skip class and fly around to make sure everything was okay itched away at the back of his head.

“Okay so lemme get this straight, Vlad is currently keeping a ghost at his house that Clockwork told him was coming to haunt him from the past. He has to deal with it or something bad will happen in the future?” Sam recapped and Danny only nodded as he bit into his sandwich.

“Not gonna lie Vlad did give off that energy his family owned slaves,” Tucker muttered and Sam kicked him under the table. “What?! Come on I mean....come on.”

“I said the same thing Tuck,” Danny chuckled and rested his face in his palm. “But he insisted they didn’t and this ghost was purely a paid-ish servant. But whatever, she’s here and lemme tell ya she’s got this crazy power that changes your emotions. Yesterday after finally getting her down I almost punched Vlad for breathing.”

“You should have done it anyway and played it off.” Sam smirked and poked at her salad. “I still don’t like the guy.” She sighed and pushed her food away, not really feeling hungry.

“I don’t blame you, but I assure you he’s not the same person anymore. Same antics but now in an Addams family uncle way. Plus Dani and him playhouse and I think that actually made him become better. We haven’t fought in almost two years so I say that adds up to something.” Danny smiled and Sam only nodded along and shrugged. Danny knew it would take Sam a few more years to wrap her head around Vlad actually laying off and doing something else with his life. Hell, it took Danny by surprise when everything suddenly took a turn and both of them were outed out as halfas.

Danny actually felt like he had a friend to help take the blow with when it came to explaining to his parents about everything. Vlad had stood as his rock and that was enough for Danny to consider Vlad really was changing. Guess he finally grew up. Danny chuckled at his own joke then turned to Tucker. Tucker was a lot more laid back about the whole thing, of course, he was also ready to throw down if Vlad tried his shit, but if Danny felt safe, so did he. But it’s always been like that and that's why they got in trouble the most and Sam was the brains of the group.

“I just have a bad feeling.” Danny turned away from his friends and looked around them. Danny tried to single out if the feeling was coming from any of his peers. High school was filled to the brim with overly emotional teenage hormones that rubbed off on each other. Maybe Danny picked up some cheerleaders' manic panic feelings when he walked past them this morning. Or maybe it was the game club’s mourning from their loss last week, Danny understood that especially when he and his friends lost their games. “But it's not a ‘Vlad’s planning something dangerous’ bad, just an ‘oh no’ bad.” Danny sighed and ruffled his own hair to distract himself. He was tired and stressed out about school and life in general, he didn’t need anything else, mudding up the last of his managing teenage mind. Sam was quick to change the topic to something more fun and Tucker quickly took the chance to show off a new feature he tweaked on his phone.

Danny only half listened as he continued to watch people and drown out from the rest of the world. That was quickly cut short when a fire truck raced quickly past the school and busted left down an avenue and headed off into the distance.

“Who sets stuff on fire at 11:30 in the morning?” Sam snickered.

“It’s almost 12, they waited long enough,” Tucker added which made the girl laugh and Danny nodded with a smile. Danny was about to make the following joke but his phone dinged with a message. He pulled it out and his face nearly turned white as he saw it was Dani.

Phantom 2: Fire Truck just shot past me and their heading towards dad’s

Phantom 1: Shouldn’t you be in class...

Phantom 2: Wrong response…...FIRETRUCK HEADING TO MASTERS HOUSE!

Danny slammed his phone down and grabbed the sides of his head. His friend's small conversation was brought to a halt and they looked at him. Danny groaned and stood up and one command so did Sam and Tucker to do what they did best and cover Danny so he could transform and take off. They were seniors and yet the ol’ ‘cover me guys’ was still strong in their blood.

“Be back before last period or Lancer will be on your ass.” Tucker winked and Danny rolled his eyes before turning invisible and taking off. His friends couldn’t see him but they could take a guess which way he was going. Tucker turned to Sam and hummed before putting his hands on his hips.

“Should we follow him?” The geek asked the goth.

“You just don’t wanna present in Econ next period.” Sam rolled her eyes and sat back down at the table, now feeling the urge to finish her salad.

“You do most of the talking anyway, I’m just there to flip the slides.” Tucker shot Sam finger guns and the girl only smirked and shook her head.

It took Danny no time to make it to Vlad’s home and see two windows had been blown out on the top floor and pink and purple smoke mixed together piling high into the air. Neighbours on either side of Vlad were out of their house and watching in worry. Danny could hear the firetruck getting close. Danny began to cough as the smoke got into his lung, he lowered himself and quickly shot inside the house to see what was going on. When he landed in the bedroom hallway and quickly started to check the rooms. When he got to the end of the hallway he saw the anti ghost bars were turned off and Tayonna was gone. There was a fire in her room and busted windows.

“Oh shit,” Danny whispered then felt the floor rumble from below. He sank through the floor and was almost hit with a pink blast. Danny barely missed it as it flew past his head and quickly dove down to the floor. He turned visible and made cover as another blast flew over his head. Danny looked up from the floor and saw Plasmius dodging another attack and Tayonna still in her human form standing firm on the ground. Tayonna held purple flames in the palm of her hands and a giant ring of flames surrounding her.

“Tayonna stand down!” Plasmius yelled and fired a fireball towards Tayonna who reflected it with one of her own.

“You no longer tell me what to do Vladan!” Tayonna rose her hands towards the air and conquered three ectoblast that was set ablaze

“For the last time, my name isn’t Vladan!” Plasmius yelled and blasted one of the fireballs Tayonna held steady. Danny could tell Vlad was slowly reaching his limit of tolerance. It was likely Tayonna tried her mind junk on the man and it backfired terribly. Tayonna threw down her hands to send off the last two she had. Plamsius shot down the second one then took hold of the last one and threw it back. Tayonna wasn’t prepared for the returning attack and it hit her in the chest, sending her falling to the floor. The girl groaned and tried to push herself to the side to get back up but Plasmius shot at her again.

Tayonna must have sensed it and threw her arm back to create a line of fire around her to stop the blow. She slowly stood up and stepped back before doing a digging motion that created lines of electricity to shoot across the floor and upward to where Plasmius stood. Being as fast as the older ghost was, he simply teleported away before any of the bolts could hit him. He teleported right in front of the girl ready to shoot her back but Tayonna was faster and like a glitch she was inches away from him, placing both of her hands on his chest and with full strength shot him back with purple static.

The cry of plain Plasmius let out told Danny that the attack was more than he was ready for. Plasmius was slammed against the door and Dany was happy he didn’t go through it. Tayonna began to float into the air doing the blurry ghostly movements Danny saw at the pond. Danny thought quickly and reached for the thermos, he was so happy he always kept that bad boy strapped, and unclasped it and sucked Tayonna in. The girl turned at the feeling of being pulled and let out a horrendous scream as she was dragged into the dark void. Within seconds she was sucked in and Danny was making sure the lid was on as tight as it could go. Danny quickly hurried over to Plasmius as the older halfa pulled himself from the door and rolled to his knees. The same creepy red mist fell out of Vlad’s mouth and the man let out an ugly fit of coughs.

“What the hell happened?!” Danny didn’t mean to raise his voice but in a fit of panic it did and Plasmius only groaned and pushed himself up by a knee. Once standing Plasmius turned back into Vlad and the older man couldn’t help but clench his chest. “How did she get out? Who let her out? Vlad, you didn’t let her out, did you? Why would you-”

“Shut up!” Vlad yelled and pushed the boy away in annoyance. “Get out of here before they break down my door and see you.” Vlad turned away from Danny and tried to look less in pain than he already was. Danny frowned and grumbled about Vlad being a dick and shoved the thermos towards Vlad. At first, the man was confused but took it anyway before turning another cold shoulder to Danny.

“You have to answer me later!” Danny yelled before shooting through the roof and up into the sky. The firefighters had just broken down the door and neighbours were gasping as they saw Vlad being pulled out of the house. Danny stayed a while to make sure nothing else crazy happened before he heard the sound of his phone ding. It was Sam telling him to hurry up, last period was in 20 minutes. Danny shoved his phone in his pocket and rocketed back towards his school. He knew he would have to come up with some other ghost fighting excuse for why he missed two periods when he got home. Danny told himself he needed a break. He needed a break so he could make it to graduation and to sweet sweet summer break.

Danny was already checking his phone for a news update for the incident at Vlad’s house. But there was nothing. Surely the people of Amity would know if their former mayor’s house went up in flames. It surely knew when Vlad’s ass was all over the news. Danny told Sam and Tucker he wouldn’t be walking home with them but to make sure Dani got home safe. When he got out of school he still had to serve a hour long detention from Lancer for something he already forgot about. Danny made his way through the air to Vlad’s to check up and see what happened after he left.

Danny stood right outside the house invisible, everything was quiet, the smoke from the upstairs windows was gone. When Danny made it up to the front door he noticed it was no longer busted off the lock. It was fixed as if the events of today didn’t even happen. Danny ghosted inside and gasped, the whole foyer was cleaned and just as fancy as it was when Vlad first moved to town. Danny could see his reflection in the marble floor which he couldn’t the day before. Danny flew upstairs and even the stairs had been clean.

“Vlad?” Danny called out hoping that maybe the older halfa would be lurking around. Danny poked his head through a few doors and saw no sign that Vlad could even be home. He got to the bedrooms and checked those and still no Vlad to be found. Danny did notice however the guest room Tayonna was in was cleaned and the windows were brand new. Danny poked his head into the room but didn’t sense anything, not even Tayonna’s ungodly emotional pulls.

Danny looked around once more just to double check himself but no one seemed to be home. He was about to give up and fly home until he heard the sound of stuff slamming coming from below. Danny moved with caution as he went to Vlad's basement. Down below Vlad sat at a worn down chair tapping away at a computer with the thermos next to him. Ghost scattered around the place rebuilding screens and some of the portal that was broken by Tayonna. Danny landed on his feet and quickly ducked as a ghost flew over him with a monitor in hand.

“Good to see you back, little badger,” Vlad called over his shoulder as he continued to type away.

“How did you-”

“Simple,” Vlad spun around and leaned back in his chair. Danny’s face turned to confusion before he narrowed his eyes and shook his head. As long as it wasn’t actually hurting anyone Danny could turn a blind eye to it. “After I got everyone to leave and nearly all the news anchors to pretend they never had a story. I had to get the place fixed up and I really didn’t feel like calling anyone. Besides, we have wonderful handymen in the Ghost Zone.” Vlad didn’t seem to be in the ugly mood he was in earlier, Danny could see in his eyes there were still traces of annoyance and maybe the typical Vladness, but not anger. It almost seemed like Vlad was in a better mood and Danny wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or if he could quickly punch the man to double check.

“Has she been in there the whole time?” Danny pointed over to his thermos and Vlad sighed and nodded.

“I wasn’t letting her out again.” The man grumbled and spun back around towards the computer.

“Again? So you did let her out.” Danny walked closer and picked up the thermos making sure Vlad hadn’t started poking at it. Vlad ran a hand over his hair and nodded looking almost ashamed he had to admit he caused the problem.

“I was curious of how far her mimicking powers could go and as soon as I asked-”

“Seems more like you to command than ask.” Danny corrected.

“As I asked her to do it again she refused, then the red mist showed up and jumped down my throat and before I knew it I was reaching out towards her and grabbed her arm. Then of course you showed up and saw where that led us.” Vlad rubbed his throat a bit then cleared it. A bit more of the mist flew from his mouth and Vlad waved it away angrily. “Blasted thing.”

“Is this mist also a ghost?” Danny tried to sense if the mist was around or not. It seemed like it was gone at the moment and Danny sighed. Danny knew whatever it was that now clung to Vlad like Tayonna had an important role in this mess as well.

“I don’t believe it’s a ghost. It’s more so like dead ghost memories that follow her. It could be what makes her restless and has manifested into a physical form.” Vlad rubbed his chin and held out his hand for the thermos. Danny was slow on handing it over but finally caved. Vlad was about to untwist the top but Danny quickly shot out his hands and stopped him.

“Whoa, what are you doing?! She almost set your place on fire and now you're gonna let her out, again?” Vlad quickly snatched the gadget away from the boy and pointed behind him. Danny turned his head and saw a ghost trap on the floor already set up and ready to go. Danny hadn’t realized that he almost stepped in it. Would have been great if Vlad had just said to move out the way or something.

“She’s not going to cause any more trouble once I get this on her.” Vlad reached over and pulled the drawer open and pulled out a collar.

“So you’re gonna do the collar thing again, that’s totally gonna get her on your side.” Danny crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. He couldn’t help the faint sting and itch around his neck as memories of being in the collar himself flashed through his head. Danny should have known Vlad would keep the damn thing even after Danny broke it.

“I defused the shocking system, all it will do is make her as powerless as possible. That means even her emotional mind games. She will be as human as she’s pretending to be.” Vlad handed Danny the collar to hold as he fiddled with the thermos to get it open. Danny eyed the thing and repeated Vlad’s words in his head. And with three easy seconds, he had a monkey brain moment and snapped the thing around his neck. Danny felt his powers get pulled back inside his body and his core shut down as he collapsed to the ground and turned human. Vlad snapped towards the boy and palmed his face in disbelief. Vlad quickly gave the command for the collar to release and Danny shot back up holding his breath. The teen tried to play it off like he wasn’t caught red handed playing around.

“I’m good...we gucci.” Danny shrugged and blushed from embarrassment. Vlad rolled his eyes and picked up the collar once more and handed it to Danny with a silent ‘stop playing’ and turned back to the anti ghost circle. Vlad popped off the lip and flipped the switch to release and pressed down on the button. A bright blue glow sprung to life from within the container and Tayonna was shot out to the ground. She was discombobulated as she held her head, slowly blinking and looking around. When she turned and saw Vlad and Danny she got to her feet and flicked her wrist to activate her powers.

When she didn’t see the glow of purple she looked down at her hands and back up to Vlad with anger. Vlad tried not to meet her in the eyes but there was something alluring about them and he couldn’t pull away. He strongly regretted it when he saw how angry she was and how angry he became suddenly. His anger rose as he thought about the years he spent in the hospital alone. The anger he still held against Jack and the fact he himself didn’t have the honour of marrying Maddie.

Vlad almost lost himself in the anger until he felt Danny nudge him. He snapped his neck towards Danny and the poor boy jumped back as Vlad’s eyes faded from blue to a red void and back again. Vlad blinked a few times then covered his face to get away from Tayonna’s sight. When he felt himself calm down with the help of counting down from ten he turned back towards the boy and pointed towards the collar.

“Yeah well, how are we supposed to get it on?” Danny whispered and Vlad groaned as he hadn’t thought about that.

“Fudge muffins.” Vlad closed his eyes and sat back down in his chair. He knew he couldn’t simply ask her to wear it without having to wrestle her down to the floor. Which threatens the chance of them rolling out of the circle and her being able to use her ghost powers. Vlad didn’t have time for his lab to be ruined all over again as it was nearly finished. Vlad had to think of something that could possibly trick the ghost into wearing it.

“Tayonna,” Vlad called out to her calmly and that seemed to confuse not only her but Danny. “Let’s make a deal.” Vlad didn’t wait for a yes or a no as he stood up and crossed his arms behind his back and walked to stand right in front of the girl. He left himself open as he locked eyes with her again. Either he would end up yanking the collar from Danny and getting it around her neck while dealing with false emotions. Or in the low chance he managed to get her to back off and be compliant he would simply snap the thing around her. It seemed that the former would be the winner until she started to breathe heavily, her brows turned upward in sadness and she finally backed away from him. She lowered her head and turned away. Vlad fought the smirk that laced itself across his lips and kept them pressed tight.

“What do you want?” Tayonna asked, not above a broken whisper. Vlad held out his hand to Danny and the boy handed him the collar.

“You will wear this collar and we can actually speak like civilized people. Or you will stay down here in the basement in this small circle until you can be civilized.” Vlad held up the collar with an open hand and waited for the ghost to turn towards him. It wasn’t much of a deal and he knew it but whatever had to be done would be done. He could see the way her hand slowly inched up her dress and he tsked a few times. “If you try that again I will not hesitate to rip you apart molecule by molecule. I don’t take playing with my core lightly.” Vlad’s voice dropped to a growl and that worked to get the ghost to move her hand away from her chest. She turned towards him qualmy, eyeing the collar then up to his eyes, she scrunched her nose at the idea of having to wear it.

“You’ve never put me in a collar.” She said.

“And I wish I didn’t have to,” Vlad didn’t know why he said that nor where it came from. When he saw the way her face dropped again he felt it in his heart and it made him take a deep breath before letting it out. “If you wear it, it won't hurt you, I promise you this.” It will never hurt again. Vlad was sure these were just her false emotions projecting but deep down he could actually feel that he meant it. Somewhere inside him he truly didn’t want to collar her or hurt her, and that bothered him. Tayonna looked lost in thought as she looked between the two males in front of her. Danny looked confused by Vlad’s sudden calm demeanor and ready to stop the whole thing. The boy held his wrist and just stood there. Tayonna looked back towards Vlad and her eyes went wide. Vlad could see it in her eyes she looked at him as if he was someone she was looking for and it pained her. Then her brows fell in knots and she shook her head before walking closer to the edge of the circle.

“I promise,” Vlad whispered to her once more than brought the collar up to snap around her neck. Tayonna flinched a bit at how tight it was then brought her hands up to touch it. Vlad held out his hand and she hesitantly took it as he led her out of the circle. Vlad almost felt happy to have the girl calm and willing. He watched her face closely as she looked around her. She was beautiful. What? Vlad winced at the small voice in his head but continued to stare at her. She’s always been so beautiful. Vlad’s eyes went soft like the way they did when he looked at Maddie, but in his mind, there was no Maddie, just Tayonna. Tayonna quickly took her hand back and held onto herself when she noticed Vlad’s hard stare. She wavered on if this was a good idea or if she had just handed herself over to the wrong person. Vlad snapped out of whatever fix he was in and cleared his voice before turning towards a very baffled Danny.

Vlad held up a hand, he didn’t have the answers himself, “It seems we might be getting somewhere, Daniel.” Vlad walked past the boy and lifted up his jaw. Vlad walked towards his portal just as the last monitor was fixed in place. He forgot all about the work being done during that whole thing. Vlad thought it was best now that he got the girl out of the circle to put space between them. He didn’t need any more little voices in his ear telling him things he didn’t believe.

“All done, boss!” The ghost workers all called off and Vlad thanked them before turning on the portal to allow them to leave. Vlad sighed in pure happiness as the soft green glow of the Ghost Zone illuminated his face. It was comforting since Vlad spent a lot of time there when he wasn’t taking care of his companies. It felt like he needed to take a quick flight through the zone to refresh himself before stepping foot in his house ever again. But that will have to wait as Vlad now has to get Tayonna to talk. Vlad turned back to the others and the default smile he normally wore. Danny only gave him a slightly worried expression while Tayonna turned completely away from the portal.

“Well, Daniel I think it’s best if you made it home.” Vlad stepped to the side and held out a hand ushering Danny. The boy bit his lip and looked back towards Tayonna who hadn’t moved an inch since getting out of the circle.

“Is this a good idea?” Danny walked over and going ghost.

“I can assure you it will,” Vlad gave him his best smile and nodded.

“You’re not gonna do anything...dangerous to her are you?” Danny leaned in towards Vlad with narrowed eyes and a finger pointed towards his face.

“Daniel, have I done anything to warrant your concern, as of recently?” Vlad’s smile dropped and he cocked a brow towards the teen. Seriously if Vlad wanted to cause trouble he honestly wouldn’t wait for the opportunity, he would go out and do it. Danny seemed to back down from that and rubbed his neck.

“No but old habits die hard. Keep me updated, fruitloop.” Danny shot through the portal and off into the Ghost Zone. Vlad sighed and rolled his eyes and closed the portal before turning on his heels and walking back towards Tayonna. When he got close she flinched away from him and shot him a glare.

‘The constant mood swings are rather annoying’ Vlad thought but kept his face neutral. “Miss Tayonna, it would be better if we went upstairs. Unless you wish to stay down here.” Vlad held out his hand but she refused to take it, with a shrug he dropped it.

“I don’t.” She responded and Vlad nodded then started towards the basement stairs to head back towards the first floor. Tayonna silently followed behind him.

Vlad kept an eye on Tayonna as he ventured around his house. She continued to follow him without complaint. At first Vlad found it endearing, she seemed so lost and followed him everywhere, but when he forgot she was there from how quiet she was and tried to go to the bathroom he quickly had to set rules of sorts.

“You don’t have to follow me, you could go sit somewhere until I come for you.” Vlad turned around and faced her and she seemed embarrassed for a moment. She turned her head from him and huffed.

“I have no idea where I am.” She mumbled.

“You’ve been in my house for almost a week and you don’t know your way around?” He tried to not sound condescending but it was a bit hard when the ghost that’s been haunting you acted like a puppy.

“I stayed by your side the whole time.” Tayonna looked back up to him and Vlad felt his heart skip a beat and his mouth run dry. He thought it was oddly flattering until he remembered she did it in ill will. Then there was something that caught his eye that really made him choke up. On the right side of her neck in the small dip before her shoulder were bite marks. That’s when he noticed the way she tended to only stand towards him on her left. Tayonna noticed his eyes staring towards her right and she turned away. Vlad didn’t have to say anything to confirm that that one particular dream she had actually infiltrated. ‘Dream manipulation, emotional manipulation, and mimicking...interesting’ Vlad blushed a bit and cleared his throat. Even with the stab in the back, he couldn’t help but still enjoy it for what it was. But he wouldn’t rub that in her face, yet.

Vlad turned away and motioned for her to follow him towards his downstairs office. He opened the door and allowed her to walk in first, he offered her a seat and Tayonna took it. Vlad walked over to his desk just as the phone began to ring. Ahh yes, what a wonderful time to receive a personal call. Vlad frowned and let out a heavy sigh before answering.

“Masters speaking.” Vlad gave his professional voice and the voice on the other side sighed and for once Vlad felt at ease by the rude welcoming.

“Hello Sir, you have got to be shitting me.”

#📖Ghost Stories👻#vlad masters #danny phantom #dp fanfic #my writing #Secrets of The Lake

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DP Side Hoes Week Day 5: Star/Trapped

tears make holes in the dust ; ao3 link

It’s cold.

It’s always cold when there’s a ghost attack, even among the ones that throw fire—it’s death, creeping in, seeking you out. Sam can feel it now, after years of being close to Danny. He radiates it.

She’s huddled in the corner of classroom 1131, a few other students around her and shivering. Danny sent word to her and Tucker specifically not to jump in, so she trusts him and hides. After this long, she’s become a little less trigger happy. She trusts Danny a little more to handle things.

Without warning, the chill intensifies, and the door bursts open a scant few seconds before the wall does, caving inward and throwing the girls who’d just come running in to the ground with a shriek.

Pressing herself firmly against the wall, Sam watches as Paulina and Star start to pick themselves up, coughing away the dust of splintered drywall. Behind them, a great, ghostly cat growls, ready to pounce.

Sam had picked this room to hunker down in because it has multiple exits, and she sees the moment Paulina catches sight of the other door. Her gaze is piercing, locked onto that frame, set on escape.

Star is trapped under broken portions of the wall. None of it is particularly heavy, but there had been lockers on the other side, and one traps her ankle. Paulina doesn’t notice.

“Come on, Star, let’s go!” she says urgently, getting to her feet as she glances back at the cat. Paulina tugs at Star’s arm, who yelps in pain.

“I can’t,” Star moans. The cat—a tiger, maybe?—takes a half-step forward, and Paulina jerks back.

Don’t get involved, Sam thinks, though her wrist itches where her blaster is strapped around it. Though her palm sweats, gripping a lipstick laser tight. She can hear the distant sounds of another battle—Danny is occupied.

Sam sees the moment Paulina decides to leave her. It’s a fleeting, split-second thing. Paulina does not mouth ‘I’m sorry,’ nor does she tug Star’s hand again. She just lets go, and runs.

In the same moment, the tiger leaps forward. So does Sam, and a swift blast of energy from her wrist ray knocks it off-course. Sam runs to stand between it and Star, and a few more careful shots between the ghost’s eyes deter it, sending it fleeing from the room, whining in pain.

As soon as she’s sure the ghost is gone, she turns back to Star. A quick sweep of the room shows no one else—whatever other students had been hiding with Sam must have followed Paulina’s lead—and, without anyone else to worry about, Sam kneels and swiftly gets to work freeing her.

Star doesn’t seem to register Sam’s efforts. Instead, she gazes after the open door across the room, mouth gaping, eyes wide and unseeing. She’s in shock, Sam’s mind supplies.

As Sam carefully lifts the locker from Star’s ankle, grunting with the effort—whoever’s this is, they had clearly stored all their textbooks inside—Star seems to jerk back into a semi-awareness, turning to Sam, big tears slipping down her dusty cheeks.

“She left me,” Star croaks out, voice shot. As she sits up, avoiding putting pressure on her ankle, Sam can see her tremble. “She left…” The girl trails off, sucking in air too fast to be safe. She scratches at her face, incoherent.

“Star,” Sam cuts in, reaching out to take both of her wrists, pulling them away from where she’d scored red lines down her cheeks. “Star, breathe with me. In—” Sam pulls in a slow, long breath “—and out.” She exhales. “In and out. Do it with me.”

It takes a minute for Star to be able to follow Sam’s lead and calm down. During that time, the chill recedes, and Sam knows the battle is over. Danny has won.

Star is quiet for a moment, and Sam sits with her, unwilling to leave her alone in case she panics again. After a minute or so of crushing silence, with the distant scrapes of Casper High students and faculty emerging from the rubble as background noise, she speaks.

“I knew she would,” Star says, her eyes downcast, one hand gingerly poking at her ankle. “I just—I hoped—” She breaks off, another sob coming, though this one is softer. Sam isn’t worried she’ll dissolve anymore.

Paulina cares about Star. How much is anyone’s guess, though it’s telling that Sam hadn’t been surprised when she left.

“I want to be someone meaningful to her,” Star chokes out, wiping furiously at her eyes. “But she won’t let me in.” Star trembles. “She left me.”

Sam can’t say anything to that. She and Star aren’t friends. Likely the only reason she’s hearing any of this is because she’s here, and Star is vomiting all of her baggage up out of shock. Were they in any other situation, Star would scoff in disgust and walk away. Sam would do the same.

And yet they’re here. And Sam can do nothing but sit back on her knees and watch Star cry, waiting for her to collect herself enough to leave the broken, scattered classroom, and regroup with the rest of Casper’s students.

Star’s tears make holes in the dust.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #dp fanfiction #dp side hoes week #my fics

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devilatmydoor · 4 years

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love is fatal I part 12

a/n- first i want to thank you all for being so patient, yours truly was having technical difficulties all week with tumblr & my google docs! i hope you are all doing well, staying safe and getting rest! let me know what you think in the tags, my ask or dm’s! lf you want to be part of the taglist lmk! xx

previous parts 8 9 10 11

word count- 4.7k+

warnings- language, smut and hints of angst

He sighed as he closed his computer after a long day of appointments, his back sore from hunching over clients all day. He could feel how tense his shoulders and back had become after his day. He stood up from his chair and opened his door followed by him stepping out of his office and seeing Tucker, Ashton and Luke at the front desk. He walked up to the desk as he made eye contact with Luke, he waved and he shook his head. When he reached them Tucker remarked, “There’s loverboy.”

“Oh fuck off Tucker, did Ronnie call to make an appointment?” He asked Luke.

“She did, She’s your last appointment on Saturday.” Luke explained.

“Perfect, thank you!” He smiled and Ashton and Tucker gave him a look, “What?”

“Nothing mate, are you and Mrs. coming to my Halloween party?” Ashton asked as he pulled out his phone.

“When is it? I know Ronnie and Grayson are having a party too.” He explained with a smile.

“Let me guess, you and her are doing couples costumes.” Tucker commented with a snicker.

“Actually, we are.”

Ashton chuckled before shaking his head, “You are whipped mate.”

“Ash, he’s pussy whipped.” Tucker clarified before putting his hand up for a high five. The tone in their voices were too condescending for his liking.

Ashton high fived him and Calum rolled his eyes, “It’s called being in love assholes, you should try it sometime.”

He walked back to his office and looked at his laptop with all of his appointments, he clicked on Friday to double check Veronica was on his schedule. He heard Ashton and Luke laughing and shrugged assuming it was about him until he heard knocks at his door. He huffed before swinging it open before seeing who it was, “I swear to god Ashton,”

“Ashton? I can go get Ashton if you want." Her teasing voice instantly caused him to smile before his eyes met hers.

He sighed in relief, "I don't think so, get your ass in here.” He demanded before she stepped in his office. He kissed her forehead before kissing her nose, “Hi angel.”

“Hi handsome, how many more appointments do you have left?” She smiled before running her fingers through his curls

“I’m finished for the day. I had about 4 of them before lunch and then 2 more after.”

“I wanted to talk to you about the tattoo you are going to do for me Friday” She smiled at him

He sat on his desk as she stood between his legs. “What about it?”

“It’s about the placement.” She blushed as he tilted his head confused what she meant.

“Where do you want it?” He smiled as she winked before stepping backwards to set her purse down on the chair. She slowly lifted her shirt showing her bra as she pointed to her rib cage.

He sucked in a breath as he looked at her and then in her eyes, “Baby.”

“What? I’ve always wanted a rib cage tattoo.” She smiled before putting her shirt down and stepping closer to him.

“What stopped you from getting one?”

She muttered something coherent while looking away from him, he softly grabbed her chin so she’d have to look in his eyes.

“Veronica.” He said sternly as she looked away before taking a deep breath.

“I didn’t feel comfortable, I was insecure.” She sighed before kissing his cheek, “I bit the bullet and got my nipples pierced.”

He pulled her closer to him before kissing her forehead, “I understand being insecure, I’m still in shock how fast your piercings healed.”

She giggled before kissing his nose, “I usually heal fast with piercings, even tattoos. But this time I had an amazing piercer who made sure I cleaned them.”

“Who also happens to be your boyfriend.” He winked as he grabbed his jacket, “Did you drive?”

“I didn’t Harley and I hung out and I asked her to drop me off.” She smiled before kissing his cheek, “Why?”

“Because you are coming home with me, that’s why.” He smiled and opened the door for them as she grabbed her purse before leaving the room.

He held her hand as they walked towards the front of the shop while Luke was standing at the front desk cleaning. They walked towards the desk as they walked closer to him and he turned around and smiled at them, "I'm going on a double date tonight with Ashton."

She let go of him and to hug Luke, "Go get em tiger."

"Thanks darlin', have a good night lovebirds." Luke commented with a smile as she grabbed Calum's hand and intertwined their fingers.

"We will. Have fun tonight!" He hollered as he walked towards the door and opened the door. They stepped outside walking towards his car. He unlocked the car before opening the door for her

"Such a gentleman." She kissed his cheek while she let go of his hand. He waited for her to sit down before he closed the door behind her, he quickly ran to his side of the car and started the car. He pulled out of his parking spot while her hand rested on his thigh as he drove home, music softly playing in the background through her phone.

When they arrived he parked moments before cutting the engine and taking off his seatbelt. She smiled at him as she grabbed her purse and got out of the car, he followed behind her as he grabbed her hand and walked to his house, “We should’ve ordered chipotle before we left.”

“You do know there are other restaurants other than Chipotle right?” He teased as he opened the front door with a smirk.

“You do know you could sleep on the couch tonight with Duke right?” She sassed with a wink at the same time she took off her shoes.

"I'd like to see you try." He raised his eyebrows smirking while she set her purse on the couch. Duke ran up to her as his tail wagged frantically.

“Little shit, doesn’t even say hi to me.” He huffed as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle.

She giggled as she followed behind him, she slowly took off his jacket before running her hands up his back and wrapping her arms around his torso before kissing his shoulder blade, “You are so tense, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine, just sore.” He sighed as she moved her arms as she slowly massaged his shoulders as he sighed in relief.

“Dinner can wait, you need a massage.” She pressed as she stood in front of him grabbing his hand.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly as she nodded leading him to his bedroom.

“You need it.” She beamed as she opened the door and turned on the light, “Lay down on your stomach and get comfortable.”

“Would it be easier if I took my shirt off?” He asked as he took off his shoes.

“It would,” She smiled as she put her hair up in a messy bun. He took off his shirt before laying down on his stomach. He situated himself and she walked towards the bed, “Close your eyes and relax for me.”

She climbed on top of him and straddled his hips as her hands slowly worked her ways up his back, “Take deep breaths for me.” He followed her guidance as he closed his eyes while her hands started to massage his shoulders, tension and knots slowly releasing as her hands continued to add pressure.

A soft moan escaped his lips as he caught himself opening his eyes as she finished his shoulders moving down to his back, “D-Don’t you need a break?”

She shh’d him before kissing his shoulder blade, “No, baby relax.” She whispered as her soft hands massaged his lower back as she moved to straddle his legs. Her hands rubbing his hips as she trailed her finger up and down his spine as she slowly pressed soft kisses up his back as he sighed and opened his eyes while she got off of him.

He switched positions so he was sitting on the bed and looked in her eyes as she held his face in her hands, “How are you feeling”

“Much better, thank you.” He said thankfully as her endearing gaze made his heart skip a beat.

******

Friday came sooner than she anticipated, she hadn’t seen Calum since Monday because of their work schedules conflicting, when she returned from a long day at work she started eating dinner while she flipping through channels. She finished her dinner and set the dirty dishes in the sink before she grabbed her phone and texted Calum.

The smile on her face caused her cheeks to hurt as she sprung up from the couch and ran to her room to change. She took off her scrubs and put on her new silk lingerie set, she slipped her grey sweat shorts and oversized shirt. She ran to the bathroom to make sure she looked somewhat presentable, not that it entirely mattered; he had seen her sick, without make up and breaking out from her period. She went to the bathroom and washed her hands before returning to the living room to clean the mess she made. She turned on the XBox in case they wanted to use it, she heard a car door slam which jolted her body causing her to stand up. Her heart raced as she saw Calum getting out of his car. She ran to the front door and opened it quickly before her eyes met his and he reached his hands out to her, causing her to run. She ran up to him as he grabbed her, spinning her around before seeing her down. “Hi beautiful.”

“Hi handsome, guess we couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see each other huh?” She teased with a smirk as they walked towards her front door.

“Did you really think we would?” He said jokingly as he adjusted the strap on his duffle bag.

She shook her head and laughed, “Knowing us? No.” She opened the door as he followed her inside.

He set his bag down before kissing her forehead and leading her to the couch, she sat down next to him as he grabbed the XBox remote, and she turned on the T.V he started playing video games on her couch. She sat on the couch watching him play. He hadn't been playing for very long when he looked in her eyes and she bit her bottom lip she moved to straddle his thigh. “Need you baby.”

He bit his lip looking at her as she slowly rocked her hips as the fabric of her panties rubbing his jeans, “M’almost done angel. Do you wanna ride my thigh?” He purred, holding her hip as she nodded in agreement.

She started grinding on his thigh as the fabric of her panties became damper by the second. Her moans and low whines in his eat slowly distracted him from the game as her hand gripped his arm as she continued to rock her hips faster, “F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He gripped her hips tighter as she continued at the pace she was going, completely soaked through her panties. Her arousal spreading to his jeans as she gripped his shoulder tightly as she threw her head back moaning his name, “Fuck. Baby please.”

She kissed his jaw as her lips dragged down his throat, “I need to cum.”

He groaned as his eyes met her lustful gaze, “I’m almost done, I promise after this I will make you cum repeatedly.” He smirked and she growled getting off of his thigh.

She took off her panties before spreading her folds to rub her clit, her moans disrupted his focus causing him to pause the game. She slowly pumped one finger in and out of her as her eyes fluttered shut.

“Veronica!” He growled and her eyes met his.

She continued to pump her fingers inside of her as she rubbed her clit faster completely ignoring him as her moans got louder by the second. Her legs started to shake as the knot in her stomach grew tighter. He walked up to her and slowly grabbed her wrist before slapping the hand that was rubbing her clit and moved her hand as her fingers slipped out of her. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Doing what you wouldn’t do.” She breathed as she bit her bottom lip.

“I asked you to be patient.” He growled as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist leaving the couch. He walked down the hallway as he gripped her hips as he kicked her bedroom door open. He gently laid her down on her bed, “You think you can touch yourself and get away with it?” He growled as he walked to her nightstand and grabbed her vibrator.

“Cal-”

“Don’t. You want to get off without me? Fine.” He spread her legs as he teased her soaked folds with the head of the vibrator. He turned it on as he slowly slid it inside of her, “We’ll see if this can make you cum like I can.”

She gasped as he pumped her vibrator in and out at a quick pace as she gripped the sheets screaming his name, “B-Baby!”

Ignoring her pleading he thrusted the vibrater harder inside of her as her thighs began to shake, he gripped her hips as her legs started to close as she felt her high rushing through her, “Keep those pretty legs open for me.”

She bit her lip as she screamed his name louder than he’d ever heard before as her release ran through her body, clear liquid oozed all over the vibrator and down her folds. He slowed his pace before he slid it out of her. His pointer finger swiped the liquid from her clit before he inserted it in his mouth, “Did you just squirt?”

She shook her head as she laid in front of him, her chest heaving as she rested her hand on her stomach, “I don’t do it a lot, but when I do- it’s a lot.” She turned bright red

“It’s not something to be embarrassed off baby, you just felt intense pleasure that’s all.” He breathed as he held her hips and kissed her jaw.

“I-I’m sorry, I just really needed to cum.” She pleaded as her sorry eyes met his.

He kissed her nose before humming, “Don’t apologize, I’m sorry I didn’t realize how bad you needed me. I’m gonna make it up to you.” He winked as he slowly took off her tee shirt before setting it down next to her. His hands up and down her sides as he kissed her collarbone to her breast, softly kissing her nipple as his thumb softly rubbed the hardening bud. He gently sucked her hard nipple as he tweaked the other, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before letting go with a pop. He softly twisted the other nipple as he slowly swirled his tongue around her nipple before softly nibbling on her nipple causing her to gasp in response.

He kissed her hips before spreading her legs as he kissed and softly sucked on her inner thighs leaving marks. He licked around her folds as she moaned loudly, his tongue flattened as he slowly licked her clit. She moaned his name as he sucked on her folds while his thumb pressed on her sensitive clit.

His free hand holding her hips as they bucked in response, he continued to rub her clit as he sucked on her wet folds. She moaned his name louder as he gripped her hip as his thumb circled her clit, her legs shook at the same time his tongue slipped inside of her entrance lapping up her arousal. He swirled his tongue inside of her as her hips bucked in response. He gripped her hips and spread her legs further so he could devour her juices, he moaned as he tasted her release on his tongue. She screamed his name as her fingers tugged his curls, he licked her through her orgasm before he licked up her folds kissing her clit. He licked his lips and looked at her, “Fuck baby.”

“Fuck Calum.” She breathed as her eyes met his.

He unbuckled his jeans and took off his pants along with his boxers as his hard cock sprung free her legs closed tight as they shook. He slowly spread her legs, “I’m not done with you yet.”

She bit her lip as he teased his cock with her slick folds lubing him before he pushed in, his groan loud as he felt how wet she was. She moaned loudly as he pushed all the way in, “Fuck Calum.”

He pulled all the way out before thrusting into her, his thrusts at a fast and hard pace. His hand rested on her hip as he gently rested his hand on her throat as he felt her walls clenching, his thumb ran over her lips before she started sucking on his thumb. He added pressure to her throat as she moaned against his thumb as she sucked on it. His thrusts harder and faster as he chased her high. She let go of his thumb with a pop as she moaned his name as her high rushed through her, he continued to thrust as he chased his.”C-Come for me baby”

The sounds of their moans, their skin hitting each other as his hips hit hers. His thrusts became sloppy as he came deep inside her as she gripped his shoulders. He let go of her throat as he slowly pulled out of her moaning in the process. She moaned at the loss as she closed her eyes, “Fuck Calum.”

“Did you learn your lesson pretty girl?” He panted as he kissed her jaw.

She nodded and looked in his eyes, “I did, fuck I’m hitting subspace again.” She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath while her body temperature shifted.

He chuckled before climbing off the bed, “I’m gonna get a towel to clean us up, baby.” She nodded in agreement as he left her room.

She opened her eyes seeing Calum walking into her room as she looked at him with her cheeks flushed. He chuckled as he climbed on the bed and cleaned her up before kissing her hips, then her stomach and up her chest before kissing her lips softly, “All cleaned up baby.”

She smiled as she kissed his lips softly. “Thank you handsome.”

He threw the towel in her hamper right moments before he laid down next to her holding her as close as he could. He kissed her forehead as her eyes fluttered shut as she rested her head on his chest.

_____

The sounds of the tattoo gun ricocheted off the walls of the small room Calum and her were in, each stroke of the needle. Her tee shirt and bra on the counter while she laid on her side so he could get the placement right. She closed her eyes as she tried to focus on the music in the background, her eyes opened when he stopped to wipe her tattoo and sat up straight, “Do you need a break?”

“Do you?” She smiled as she laid on her back to face him.

“Just a quick one. Do you want something to drink?” He asked before kissing her forehead.

“Sure baby, thank you.” She smiled as she watched him open the door quickly so he could leave. She stood up and looked at the mirror to see how he was already halfway done. She couldn't believe she was standing in a room shirtless in front of a mirror while her boyfriend tattooed her. She heard the door close behind her as she turned around, his smile instantly made her smile as she walked up to him.

“Like it so far?” He asked nervously as he ran his fingers through his curls.

“Are you kidding? I love it.” She kissed his cheek before grabbing the water bottle he had in his hand for her.

“You’re not just saying it because I did it?”

She set the waterbottle down and moved his face so he’d have to look in her eyes, “Talk to me babe.”

“I’ve never tattooed someone I was in a relationship with, you’re my first.” He divulged as his cheeks turned pink.

To say she was in shock was an understatement, she knew she shouldn’t assume that he’d done it for his past relationships. Hearing she was his first made her heart skip a beat and swell at the same time, “Really?”

He nodded as he looked in her eyes, “I don’t know why but I haven’t.”

She kissed his cheek before stepping away from him, “I’m honored I’m your first.” She laid back down on her side as he followed suit. Her eyes closed as the sharp pain of the needle hit her skin, she bit her lip as it hit parts of her bone. She focused on the music playing in the background while he continued to finish her tattoo. He wiped her tattoo down before softly cleaning it, “Do you want to see it before I wrap it?”

She nodded and she sat up straight looking in his eyes as he helped her stand up, he led her to the mirror and she wasn’t surprised by how amazing it looked. The detail, the precision was unlike she had ever seen from an artist. She turned to look at him as he looked at her adoringly, “Calum this looks amazing.” She complimented as she smiled at him.

“You like it huh?” He asked with a smile as he walked with her back to the chair so she could sit down.

“I love it, thank you.” She beamed as he added ointment to her tattoo carefully before wrapping it.

“Your welcome my love.” He kissed her cheek before kissing her forehead.

“Babe, while I’m here do you mind changing my piercings? Since you’ve got me half naked in here anyways.” She winked and his cheeks turned red.

“You act like I couldn’t get you half naked otherwise Bradey. Do you want the hot pink one?” He asked with a smirk.

“You do have a point Hood but,” She wondered as she stood up, “I could go out there myself and grab it.”

He tilted his head and cleared his throat, “The other artists are still here and there is no way in hell I’m letting them see you topless.” He softly growled before motioning her to sit down, “I will be right back.”

She sat down and waited for him to return to the room with her piercings, she was surprised she had them in as long as she did knowing how often she changed her nose piercing. He entered the room with her piercings and a smile, “These ones right?”

“Yes good thing you remembered.” She winked as she laid back down as he opened the packaging for her new piercings.

“Mhmm.” He shook his head as she sat down on the chair hovering over her the pads of his thumb rubbing her nipple as she bit her lip. She moaned softly as he took out her old piercings and used an alcohol wipe to clean the area before sliding the new piercing in its spot. His thumb rubbed her other piercing before he took out her old piercing and cleaned the area with an wipe.

“You are such a tease.” She breathed as she watched him put in her new piercing, his lips softly kissed each nipple as she moaned in response.

“Perfect.” He winked as he kissed the valley between her breasts before her collarbone.

“Calum I swear to god.”

He chuckled as he kissed her neck, “I’ve been waiting this entire appointment to kiss you.” He kissed her sweet spot as his hands held her hips. She bit her lip as he sucked on her sweet spot as his teeth nipped at her skin. She arched her back as she moaned his name before gripping his arms as he left a mark on her neck.

“C-Calum, do something.” She breathed as he kissed her new hickey.

“What do you think I’m doing angel?” His lips left warm kisses all over her neck as he unbuckled his fingers toyed with the waistband of her legging, a knock on the door brought them back to the shop.

“I’m heading out, Ashton and Luke are still here!” Michael yelled through the door.

Calum lifted his head up, “O-Okay, thank you.” He yelled as he let go of the waistband of her leggings, “I’m gonna kill him.” He whispered as he sighed

“He didn’t know baby, let’s go to your place hmm?” She smiled as she sat up.

“Good idea, let's get you dressed.” He smiled as he grabbed her shirt, “I wouldn’t put your bra on.”

“Okay, I won’t.” She put her shirt on and shoved her bra in her purse, he handed her his jacket as she put it on over her shirt. “Thank you.”

“Of course, let’s get out of here.” He smiled as he grabbed her hand and opened the door as they walked out of the room. They walked towards the front desk as Ashton and Luke were standing at the desk as she grabbed her wallet.

“Hey you, how did it go?” Luke asked with a smile as they reached the desk.

She looked at him and giggled turning pink as he chuckled realizing they had no idea why they were laughing, “It went great, didn’t it?”

She searched through her wallet and handed Luke her debit card. Calum wrapped his arm around her, “It was perfect.”

Luke handed her the ipad to sign and add a gratuity, she whispered in his ear “Don’t think it would be fair to tip you just for turning me on would it?”

He cleared his throat as his eyes widened, “Probably not, angel.” His cheeks turned pink as Luke and Ashton laughed.

“Look, loverboy is blushing!” Ashton remarked as Luke handed her her debit card while she signed her name.

She put her card back in her wallet before putting it back in her purse as she looked at Calum “Loverboy?”

“That’s Ashton’s nickname for me.” Calum said as he shook his head.

“Hey! Cal here told me you and Grayson are having a Halloween party?” Ashton mentioned as he raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah we always have one, you guys do realize Halloween is over a month away right?” She teased as she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“Oh we know, Calum told us about your couples costumes.” Ashton mentioned as Calum narrowed his eyes at him, he realized they hadn’t talked about doing them yet.

“He did huh?” She winked at him before kissing his cheek, “We’re excited aren’t we?” She smiled as she gave him a look he instantly recognized.

He nodded and Luke and Ashton laughed knowing he got caught, “We are. Ready to go?”

She nodded and smiled, “I am, see you boys later.” She waved as they walked out of the tattoo shop and towards Calums car.

“I should’ve asked you-” He started to divulge before she kissed his lips softly before smiling at him as she gazed into his eyes.

“Don’t apologize for being sweet, I had no idea you wanted to do couples costumes.” She smiled as she led him to his car.

“I do, I’ve actually never done them and I want to with you.” He blushed as he kissed her forehead before unlocking the car.

“We can look at ideas when we get to your place, how does that sound?” She smiled before grabbing the door.

“Sounds perfect.” He smiled as he helped her get into the car closing the door being her. He ran to his side of the car and got inside as her hand rested on his thigh as he started the car. All she could think about on the way to his house was for was first time in the history of her dating someone, they asked to do couples costumes and not having to give up.

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“Hey Tuck, you busy tomorrow?” Danny asked as the trio walked through the halls after school.

“Um, yea, I’ve got plans,” Tucker replied reluctantly.

His friends both turned to him in surprise.

“No way, you actually landed a date on Valentine’s Day?” Sam exclaimed incredulously.

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“Wait n—of course I have a date!”

“Who is it?” Danny and Sam simultaneously demanded.

Tucker began to nervously play with his beret. “Heh heh, um...you don’t know them.”

Danny seemed to easily accept his response. “Oh, okay then. Have fun Tuck.”

However, Sam was scrutinizing him. He definitely was hiding something. “Tucker, you know you could tell us anything, right?”

“What? Sam, I do!”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m not hiding anything!”

Sam didn’t reply. Instead, her gaze bore right into Tucker. Within a few seconds, his resolve crumbled away.

“Alright, fine! But you guys gotta promise to not tell anyone this, okay?”

Danny raised an eyebrow at Sam. Honestly, he’ll never get how she does it.

Meanwhile Sam smirked. “We promise. What’s going on?”

“Okay, so you know how I’m trying to get into cybersecurity after college?”

His friends nodded, having a slight idea what it was after hearing him talk about it so much.

“Well, I’m working with this group, and...errr...we’re trying to...help? Some companies?”

“What do you mean by help?” Danny questioned.

Sam added on, “And which companies are you ‘helping’?”

“Just, um...companies like Chase and Capital One. We’re just...I guess you could say we’re testing their security?” Tucker hesitantly answered.

“Aren’t those credit card companies?” asked Sam suspiciously.

“That’s so cool man. I don’t get why you had to hide it from us though,” Danny told him right as he opened his locker.

Sam knew there was more to it, but dropped it when all three of them spotted an expensive camera simply hanging by the strap off one of the locker hooks.

“No way, is a Nikon D80?” Tucker exclaimed gleefully before carefully grabbing the camera to admire it.

Meanwhile, Danny was confused. Wes hardly keeps anything in their locker.

“Hold up. Tucker, turn it on,” Sam said.

He eagerly pressed the power button. “Dude, you didn’t have to ask me first.”

Danny pushed aside a nagging feeling when he saw the menu appear on the screen.

“Whoa, there’s over a thousand photos in here!” Tucker blurted out. “And...they’re all of you, Danny.”

Sam scoffed, “This must be what the creep uses to take those pictures he sells.”

As the trio flipped through the undoubtedly high quality pictures, Danny was suddenly struck by a genius idea. His friends grinned mischievously after he shared what he had in mind.

Wes was exhausted. The last game of the season was coming up and Ms. Tetslaff was really pushing them to their limits.

He lumbered to his locker, already feeling an ache from the intense practice he just had. Opening his locker, he gasped when he saw his camera hanging in plain sight. Crap!

He quickly retrieved the protective pouch from his backpack and delicately placed the camera inside. How could he be so careless? Practice must be really getting to him. He’s so damn lucky that Fenton didn’t take it.

He’s actually not that lucky at all.

Later that night as he was going to back up his recent pictures, his stomach dropped when he discovered they were all gone. Instead, there was one new video.

Wes hesitantly double-clicked to open the video on his computer.

“Hey everybody! Danny Phantom here,” Danny greeted in the video as he was floating against the backdrop of Casper High’s distinguishable brick wall. Listening real closely, you could hear two other people sniggering in the background. “I’m here to finally come clean about the truth.”

Wes’ heartbeat picked up. Was he finally going to...?

Danny continued in the video, “If you go to Casper High, I’m sure you all have heard about the rumours. How Danny Fenton is actually me in disguise. That’s...that’s actually not that far from the truth; my true identity is none other than a Casper High student. I’m tired of hiding it. People of Amity Park, I am actually Wes Weston.” The video abruptly cut out.

When Wes’ dad heard a loud crash from his son’s room and came up to check on him, the boy could only growl in response.

To say that Wes was pissed the next day was an understatement. It turns out, that video was also posted online. All of his hard work over the years, just gone, right down the toilet.

People wouldn’t stop interrupting him in the halls, bugging him to turn invisible or shoot an ectoblast. No matter how much he tried to debunk that video, they continued to wholeheartedly believe that he’s Phantom.

In history class, Paulina slapped him for charging her for pictures of “himself”. After that, he honestly didn’t want to find out how much worse Dash’s reaction would be. He should probably ditch class until this whole thing blew over.

As he pried open his locker to get his stuff, he glowered at the sight of Fenton’s first aid kit. Last week, when he showed off the expensive kit as evidence, no one even batted an eye. Are the kids at this school that stupid, that they’d believe a single video of Phantom speaking than years of proof?

He was about to leave until he noticed a pamphlet sticking out of Fenton’s bag.

Instantly recognizing the logo on it, his frustration melted away and he couldn’t keep himself from chuckling as he flipped through its pages.

As he made his way to exit the school, he spotted Fenton walking by himself in the halls. He smirked to himself. Maybe he’ll be able to rile him up enough this time to expose him and get everyone to forget that video. That’ll be the perfect payback.

“NASA? You want to work for them?”

Danny jolted out of his thoughts at the sound of Wes’ voice. Surprisingly, he didn’t sound mad at all. Regarding him suspiciously, Danny replied, “Um...yeah?”

“Wow. I should’ve pegged you as the type to enjoy fabricating hoaxes for a living. We know you already love doing that in your everyday life.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh Fenton, you know exactly what I’m talking about—NASA, the corporation whose whole aim is generating lies about outer space to deceive the public?”

“Right, I forgot you were a total conspiracy nut. Listen, I don’t have time for this, I—”

“I’m betting you’re more than eager to join in on the next fake moon landing. You’d just love the extra attention, wouldn’t you?”

“We—”

“Even if it’s for your measly human disguise. But why go through all this work when you could just possess the next ‘astronaut’?”

“Dude, that is so wrong!”

“Really? I wouldn’t put it past you.”

A moment of silence passed, while Danny’s defiant look faltered.

“Honestly, screw you Wes,” he muttered before walking off.

Wes could only stare after the now despondent boy, wondering what the heck was wrong with him. It wasn’t like him to just leave, this was supposed to rile him up even more!

Dammit.

Weeks later, the buzz around the whole “Wes being Phantom” thing finally died down. Eventually, the inevitable situation came where Phantom and Wes were spotted both being in the same place at the same time. Some people still had their doubts, considering Phantom’s duplication ability was well-known by now. But for the most part, Wes’ life eventually turned back to normal.

He sighed in relief as the buzzer rang, signaling the end of the final game for Casper’s basketball team. The Elmerton Owls beat them brutally with a score of 78-36. Ms. Tetslaff was shaking her head in anguish.

He actually wasn’t bothered at all. After all, it was a losing game from the start. Anderson, the best player of the team, broke his leg last weekend in a skiing accident. Wes was just happy that the embarrassing game was over.

As he fist bumped his team members after finishing up in the change room, he left for his locker. Since the game occurred after school, the halls were completely empty.

When he turned the corner, what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks.

There, sitting and leaning back beside his locker was none other than Danny Phantom, covered in glowing green ectoplasm and clutching a large gash in his stomach as it threatened to spill more onto the floor.

Wes could only stand there frozen, taking in Danny’s unmoving form as the pool of ectoplasm inched closer to his white sneakers.

Suddenly, Danny registered that someone was watching him. Sam? Tucker? Didn’t they already head home? He weakly raised his head to see who it was, only to grimace when he recognized the red-haired creep.

“What do you want Wes?” he barely managed to croak out.

Never in Wes’ life had he imagined seeing him in this position. The worse he thought was watching Phantom’s bravado crumble when the world discovered who he truly was. But this...all of it was already gone in this moment. And as the ectoplasm stained his shoes, he began to question himself.

Wes gulped. He didn’t consider himself to be a caring person. But as Danny sat there, bleeding out before him, he couldn’t…

After sending him one last look, Wes opened their locker, grabbed the first aid kit at the bottom, and got to work.

~end~

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themangledsans0508 · 4 years

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Sleepover Surprises

Tweek approached the pale green house cautiously, clinging the straps of his bags tightly. He didn’t know why he agreed to this, he could be doing anything else tonight. Instead, he was sleeping over at Wendy Testaburger’s house, most likely to be pressed about the details of his relationship. At least it wouldn’t be just the two of them, the New Kid (who’s name he still didn’t know) would also be there.

He liked Wendy well enough, along with Douche-bag, he just got rather stressed when it came to sleepovers, and Wendy could convince anyone to divulge their deepest secrets. Douche-bag, on the other hand, preferred to keep to himself, nobody really knew anything about him, but Wendy trusted the two of them to let them sleepover at her house.

He knocked on the door, hoping that no one would answer and he could just go home, or maybe go to Craig’s house. Alas, no such thing happened, and a tall man answered the door.

“Yes?” He recognized the man as Wendy’s father, confirming he was at the right house.

“Wendy invited me over for a sleepover,” he said, twitching slightly.

“She’s upstairs in her room with some other kid.” He motioned him inside. Tweek looked around the house as he made his way up the stairs. He heard laughter and muffled talking and followed it to Wendy’s room. He knocked first to be polite and not walk in on something he didn’t want to see.

“Come in!” Wendy called. Tweek slowly opened the door and inspected the room.

The room was a soft pink, with a yellow rim around the bottom that looked like clouds. There were flower and animal decals all around, and a few posters. The floor had a teal circle rug with a red bean bag chair and an orange lounge chair. There was also a pink desk and the bed had purple blankets on it.

Wendy and Douche-bag sat on the floor, nail polish spread out between them. There were lots of different shades of pink and purple on display, along with other colors that had not been taken out of the basket yet. Wendy’s nails were painted rose pink, and the pair was currently applying lilac polish to Douche-bag's nails.

“Hey, Tweek! Come sit down! We don’t have to paint your nails, but Willow doesn’t have any nail polish at home so we’re doing them now!”

“Willow? That’s your name?” Tweek asked and Willow nodded. “That’s a pretty weird name for a boy.” Wendy scanned him.

“She’s not a boy, Tweek,” she informed him. Tweek blinked a few times.

“Why didn’t you tell us, dude?” Willow shifted uncomfortably. There were some soft words exchanged between Wendy and Willow before she spoke.

“I’ve lost friends because of it. Before I moved here to South Park. Here, I got jumped by rednecks,” she said quietly.

“That’s one of the reasons I asked you two to a sleepover. Besides just wanting to hang out, because we have to hang out before you can call me ‘girlfriend’ Tweek, you don’t have those privileges yet. But, you’re both LGBT.” Tweek nodded. He’d heard that acronym before, specifically with Mr Mackey and PC Principal. Neither had really explained what it meant, however.

“I’ve heard that before. What does it mean?” Tweek questioned. Wendy looked at him in surprise.

“You’re not really in the gay community much online, are you? And nobody told you either, Jesus. It’s lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender. There’s also a plus, which incorporates the rest of the community. Since we now have two fully out kids and one partially out, plus at least five I can name who are in the closet, plus myself, I think we should have a pride alliance at our school.”

“What’s a pride alliance?”

“A group for LGBT people so they can support each other, participate in activism, and educate people. Because you guys know that a lot of kids in our school, even LGBT kids, make homophobic and trans-phobic jokes or just know nothing about any of it. Tweek, for a lot of kids, you and Craig were the first gay people they’ve ever met. With Mr Garrison gone, Big Gay Al and Mr Slave keeping to themselves, and Ned and Jimbo running a gun shop and just seeming like your average rednecks. Willow, you’re the first transgender person almost everyone in town has met. We need to raise awareness. Willow, you’ve already told me about some things people have said to and about you.”

Tweek looked at Willow, who was looking away from the group and carefully pulling at the rug so she didn’t ruin her nails. She looked embarrassed like she was ashamed that she had been harassed.

“What was said to you?” Tweek asked gently.

“You know, like, people called me a tranny, called me a ‘thing’, and said I’m not a real girl because I have a dick. Stuff like that, it’s fine,” she said quietly. Tweek would have never guessed that someone who faced a literal eldritch monster could be so shy.

“It’s not fine, sis. These things aren’t okay. I know some of these people might be your friends, but it’s still not okay.” Wendy placed a hand on her shoulder in a reassuring gesture with a soft smile on her face.

“Tweek, you and I have heard lots of bad things about gay people in our school. A lot from Cartman, but a lot from other people too.” Tweek nodded, he’d heard a lot of things. Probably the only reason nobody went after him was that he was dating Craig Tucker and that they both had gotten into fights and could hold their own. Plus, Craig was a respected person in their school as someone who didn’t take shit.

“Okay, so I think we need a pride alliance, do you guys agree?” Wendy looked to them for a genuine response. Both Willow and Tweek nodded.

“Great! With that out of the way, now we can really just hang out!” Wendy waved her hands excitedly.

“Tweek, do you want your nails painted?” Wendy asked. Tweek hesitated. He wanted to try it again as himself and not a metro-sexual, but he didn’t want to break the barrier that kept him safe from ridicule.

He decided fuck it if anyone wanted to cause trouble him or Craig could deal with it.

“Sure, why not!” Tweek grinned. Maybe it would help him stop picking at his nails. Wendy started filing through her containers of polish. She and Willow exchanged words that Tweek couldn’t hear due in part to the clinking of glass. Willow looked him over and whispered to Wendy. Wendy paused for a moment and looked up at Tweek.

“We can do any color you want, but we recommend green or blue. Green compliments your usual outfit, while blue highlights your eyes,” Wendy suggested.

Tweek debated the options. He’d rather not do a different color since he didn’t really know much about fashion and things going together, he wanted to understand it first. Green was his favorite color, but blue was Craig’s favorite color. He decided green, he’d do blue next time.

“Green,” he said. Tweek watched Wendy take out different shades of green and Willow inspect them. After about ten rejected shades, Willow showed one to Wendy. Wendy nodded and turned to Tweek.

“What do you think about this shade? It’s pastel.” Tweek looked at the color. It was only a bit darker than some of the other shades and he didn’t know how they had decided on this specific one.

“Whatever you guys think, you’re the experts,” he shrugged.

“Well then give me your hand, I’m steadier than Willow since she’s new.” Wendy held his wrist tightly so he wouldn’t twitch and mess up her work while Willow watched.

“You said Willow’s new, well how long have you been painting nails, Willow?” he asked. She counted on her fingers.

“About two weeks, since I only started after we stopped playing with that damned stick. And that’s also when my dad let me start using it.” Tweek recognized her tone of voice. It was the same one he used when he talked to Craig about his parents, one of sadness and bitterness. He wanted to show he understood where she was coming from.

“The only reason my parents accepted me was that it would be good for their business, not because I was their son,” Tweek said bitterly.

“Guys, I hate to break it to you, but your parents are terrible,” Wendy interrupted. Tweek looked at Wendy with a scowl that wasn’t directed at her.

“You have no idea,” he muttered.

Willow didn’t say anything, instead, she checked her nails to make sure she hadn’t accidentally smudged the lilac. He noticed Wendy debating something in her head and wondered if he should ask her about it. However, Wendy focused on Tweek’s nails again and he figured she had decided not to say anything.

“Wendy,” Tweek said, “that wasn’t the only real reason you invited us here, right?” Wendy shook her head.

“No, I wanted to hang out, and-” she got a mischievous grin on her face, “ask how your boyfriend is.” Tweek laughed.

“I thought that was a reason.”

“Can you blame her? I had to get you two back together.” Willow said.

“There’s that voice of yours!” Wendy wrapped her arm around Willow’s shoulder and squeezed.

“Well, I really love your relationship, it’s healthy and it’s a good example of how to support your partner through difficult moments. Like Tweek, I don’t know if you’re open about it but I can tell you have anxiety. And as far as I’ve seen, fighting alongside you two in battle and risking our lives together, Craig really does his best to help you stay grounded,” Willow explained, “Also, I want to try and get more comfortable around you, I think you’re a friend of mine.”

“Aww, Willow, you want to be closer friends with Tweek? I’m glad I planned this sleepover,” Wendy grinned.

“I mean, everything you said is true as long as he doesn’t start being a jerk. Sometimes he gets moody, but we’re working on that. We have a long time to work everything out,” Tweek disclosed. Wendy nodded.

“Yeah, that makes sense. He might be hot but he also is a dick, to like, everyone but you,” Wendy said. Willow nodded in agreement.

“Wait, that’s my boyfriend! He’s hot but he’s mine. Back off, girlfriend,” Tweek joked. Willow laughed.

“It’s true though, both parts. He is pretty attractive but he seemed to at best tolerate his friends, or downright insult them. He treated me and Jimmy the same and made fun of Clyde constantly. But for you, he makes almost every exception. He’s welcome to touch, sweet words, and emotions. From what I’ve heard, he didn’t even feel emotions. However when I went to get help him and when I gave him the couple’s counselling slip, he actually showed something,” Willow explained. Tweek fidgeted with his hair using his free hand, which had yet to be painted.

“I mean, he does help me get a hold of myself pretty often but sometimes he makes it worse but it’s not like he’s trying, it just happens,” Tweek explained, “Wendy, do you remember when President Garrison made all those tweets about me being this person I’m not and making North Korea hate me?” It took Wendy a few moments of visible confusion to process what he had said.

“That week with the distracted driving and suicide awareness things going on?” she clarified.

“Yeah, but Craig tried to help me by explaining away my feelings, and we got in a fight. It made me so stressed I skipped school, and I felt terrible until he came home after school and-”

“Wait, did you say came home? Like you two live together? That’s so cute!” Wendy said excitedly. Tweek quickly waved his hands like he could dismiss the words.

“No! No, okay, maybe we basically live together, I go to his house all the time because it’s nice there and he comes over to calm me down or help me but we don’t live together!” Tweek rambled, “I’m going to finish my story. So, he came to my house, and he didn’t try to reason away any of my feelings he just listened. It was nice.”

“That’s what a healthy couple would do,” Willow stated.

“They are a healthy couple,” Wendy retorted half-jokingly.

“I know, healthier than half the married couples I’ve seen here.”

“Yeah, and I never got thanked for showing the school Yaoi art, which got you a boyfriend Tweek.” He felt the tips of his ears heat up. Yeah, that’s how they started fake-dating, and then real dating, but it was also incredibly embarrassing for art of him and Craig to be all over the town.

“That was so embarrassing, it forced me to come out! Craig didn’t even acknowledge how he felt back then, he just decided to ignore it because he felt like he’d be rejected by his friends and family and then he was basically forced into a relationship with me and his dad didn’t accept him at first and our relationship was fake at first and-” Tweek started spilling everything out, his breathing becoming irregular as he talked. His fingers tangled in his hair and he tugged lightly before someone else pulled his hand away from his hair and put it on the ground.

“Tweek, it’s okay. Take deep breaths,” Willow guided. Wendy squeezed his palm on the hand she was about finished with the paint on. He focused on their touch and slowly calmed down.

“Thank you,” he eventually managed to whisper.

“You’re welcome. I understand it’s okay,” Willow assured.

“How did you know how to help me?” he asked.

“Before I got prescribed medications, that’s how my best friend would calm me down.”

“You know, it kind of sucks that touch helps me calm down,” Tweek admitted, “Craig isn’t with me twenty-four seven, and most guys aren’t really into touching. They think it’s gay, it’s just not something they do.”

“That’s one thing us girls have over guys. We’re always touching each other because it’s not gay, it’s how we show we love each other. Tweek, as head of the council of girls, I welcome you to be treated as we treat each other. That means comfort touches,” Wendy declared. Tweek blinked a few times.

“There’s a council of girls?”

“Of course, we’re organised, unlike most of the boys. Sisterhood is no joke,” Wendy said.

“Okay, that makes sense. But you’re the head of them?”

“Yes, Willow is my aid because some of the girls are still sceptical of her, which is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. She’s as much a girl as any other member of the council,” Wendy mumbled bitterly. She then let Tweek’s hand go and took his other one. “Don’t fiddle with anything, it’ll ruin the polish. You can move it as soon as I’m done this one. Don’t listen to me and I’ll duct tape your hand so you can’t move it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Willow, we’ll do your makeup after we’re done Tweek’s nails.”

Tweek often had trouble sleeping, in fact, he rarely slept more than an hour at a time. He could only sleep with Craig with him. He was left just staring at the wall, looking at every little detail that the beam on moonlight highlighted. The sound of partying, cars, and the quiet breathing in the room were all he heard.

He turned to face the bed so he could look out the window and found his view partially blocked by a body. Willow was sitting up, staring out the window herself. Her knees were pulled up to her chest. The soft glow of the moon reflected off jer face and highlighted some silent tears that were rolling down her cheek.

“Willow?” he asked quietly. She turned to face him and immediately wiped her eyes.

“Tweek. I thought you were asleep,” she whispered.

“I don’t sleep.”

“Oh.” She slid out of the bed to sit on the floor, looking back to make sure that she hadn’t woken Wendy up. “Maybe you shouldn’t drink all that coffee.”

“No.”

They sat awkwardly, wanting to speak and try to connect to each other and show their understanding of each other. Tweek decided to take the initiative.

“I understand how you feel. About your parents, I mean,” Tweek said.

“No, you don’t,” she spat, “but I appreciate it. Our families are different. You haven’t seen mine. I haven’t seen yours. But I think you’re right. Our families are terrible.” Tweek was taken aback by the venom in her voice. It wasn’t directed at him, but directed at the world.

“I want to understand how people treat you because I think we could be good friends. I just don’t want to say anything wrong. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I understand what it’s like being trans.”

“You’re smart and kind. We’ll talk about it sometime. We are similar, aren’t we.” Tweek grinned slightly

“Yeah, we are.” Willow silently got up and walked towards Tweek, pulling him into a hug. “You’re a good person, Tweek. Craig is lucky to have you. Stay you, no matter what. Stay you.” She got up and returned to the bed, slipping back under the covers.

Tweek turned back to face the wall. Maybe it would be nice to have another friend, someone to go to when Craig was unavailable or to just hang out with.

The sleepover wasn’t terrible in the end.

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nalascat · 4 years

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Reflection

Oh man, here’s my Holiday Truce piece for @beghostdocrimes! Sorry that it’s so late, I guess procrastination and how busy I’ve been in the past week pushed me back >.<

Here’s kinda an ultimate enemy fic for ya? Yeah I hope you like it :)

Another night. Another sleepless night due to nightmares. Every. Single. Damn. Night. Why couldn't his subconscious just leave him alone for once?!

Danny had awoken in a cold sweat, another dream pulling him up and awake. He could never remember what it was- except for a pair of glowing red eyes and a haunting laugh that would plague him for hours on end, not letting him get the sleep he needed.

He always had a suspicion as to what it was, the eyes holding a sinister glow he probably would never forget. A glow that reflected the fears of his future.

But, Dan- Danny had so helpfully named him that to help himself, to keep him differentiated from himself- Dan was no longer his future. Dan wasn't going to hurt him anymore.

But the fear was always there.

Danny pushed himself up into a sitting position, gazing around his room with a frown. All the posters. Space, mainly. So many constellations, planets, rocket ships, all signs of who he used to be, a little kid who had just wanted to go to space, to be an astronaut. His grades had ruined that dream, and then he became the half-ghost superhero, Phantom.

He got up and out of bed, relishing the cold air coming from his bedroom window. He transformed and flew through the wall. A midnight flight couldn't harm him much, could it? It would help.

Soon enough, he found himself above Casper High, looking down at the grass. A test is what had doomed himself in that timeline... He went in through the ceiling and started roaming the empty halls. It was... Peaceful here at night. The moon shone through some of the windows and made the whole of the school almost eerie.

He strolled past classrooms, and then he noticed the door to Mr. Lancer's. The window showed desks lined up, as they always were. It was normal, but the night gave it a different view.

Danny but his lip, eyes staring at his reflection in the window, a test forefront in his mind. A flash of red in his eyes shocked him, making him stumble back.

Why was this haunting him? Dan couldn't become real now.

Impossible.

He was done with Casper High for tonight.

The next place he ended up at was the Nasty Burger. Something had drawn him there and the flickering lights of the sign seemed welcoming. He stepped in through the doors. No one would really care that the town hero was walking in through the doors of a 24-hour restaurant. Whoever would be in there was probably tired out of their mind.

Who would really care?

He pushed open the door, the only people in the building seeming to be the staff. The cashier looked up at him confusedly. "Phantom.?"

He didn't respond as he walked over to a corner booth, which was somewhat secluded. The cashier seemed to not really care, looking back at their phone.

Danny picked at his glove, trying to figure out why he was in there. Some pop radio station droned on through the speakers, quiet but still there. He found himself drifting off, his head resting on the back of the seat.

He let sleep overcome him, the music an anchor-

Red eyes and a mocking laugh.

He shot up in the seat, everything around him fading into something different. Several of the walls had been destroyed, the windows shattered. The containers of Nasty Sauce were in plain sight, the heat of them rising above safe levels. His family, his friends, Mr. Lancer- they were all strapped to them.

Danny tried to scream out for help, to tell them that he would save them, but the laughing overpowered his senses. He tried to get up and fly away, but there Dan was, waiting for him. He flew backwards, running into glass and shattering it.

It brought him back to the present.

Laying on the ground, he licked his lips. Yeah. This was surely what he wanted to happen. People were beginning to gather. He should get away.

The top of the FentonWorks building was a place to hide. He laid on the top of the OPS center, staring up at the stars. He could be okay. It would be okay.

He didn't know how long he was up there when the hatch door to the roof opened. He sat up slowly, looking at whoever was disturbing him.

It was Tucker and Sam.

"Dude, are you alright?" Tucker was the first to speak after the two had sat down on either side of him, looking worried.

"Yeah, Danny, we hear about the Nasty Burger incident, and dude-" Sam took a breath. "Assumed you'd be here."

Danny laughed dryly, "No, haven't been okay. I can't get my future self out of my mind, he's been haunting me and I can't stop it." He placed a hand against his face- wait when had he transformed back?- "I tried to fly to get my mind off it all, but it only made it worse."

"Danny, you can talk about it, we're your friends," Sam hummed, patting him lightly on the shoulder. "We came up here to help."

"I know, and I am talking about it." Danny sighed and Sam nodded sharply.

Tucker placed his hand on Danny's arm. "Dude, you won't become Dan anymore. You didn't cheat on the test, we didn't die to a Nasty Burger explosion. It's alright?"

"But how do you know that?" Danny hissed, knowing of the tears that were falling down his face. "How do you know I won't make some dumb mistake that will land me in the exact same place?"

Sam shook her head, "Danny, it's because we're your friends. The same reason we came to help you. We know you, and we know that you know enough that you won't go and make the same mistake you were told not to." She laughed quietly, looking sad. "Because you're careful about that stuff. Because you're Danny."

Sam hugged him, and so did Tucker. Danny accepted it.

"And, dude," Tucker began, "You beat him once, you can beat him again!"

"Yeah."

And Danny smiled.

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #holiday truce 2019 #tucker foley #sam manson #nala writes #fanfiction #dan phantom #aa i hope you like it

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fightmewiatch · 5 years

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I’m Selfish

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Prompts: “You’re cute when you’re angry.” & “Stop looking at me like that!”

The sounds of the girls giggling echoed through the gym as they sat on the padding stacked near the wall, sipping their waters and talking. Lance peered at them through the window of his office, sighing as he checked his watch, and grumbled.

“Oh, keep your track pants on, Tucker, I’m right here,” you chuckled, ducking through the door and dropping the bag onto the table.

“I told you break was twenty minutes, not thirty.”

“First of all,” you started, yanking out the bottle and turning to point it at him, “it’s barely ten minutes, and it is impossible to plan for a three car slam in the parking lot blocking the entrance to the store.”

“And second?” he sighed, snagging the bottle with an eye roll.

“I’m not the one who drank the last water and failed to mention it,” you answered, tossing the protein pack at him. “Maybe next time you’ll remember to say something.”

“You know, last I checked, I was your boss, meaning you shut up and do what I say,” Lance huffed, taking a deep swig of the water, before leaving the office, whistling for the girls. You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way that made you want to growl as you turned and stocked the rest of the waters you’d picked up in the fridge.

You loved working for Lance, but you absolutely did not love the way he talked to you most days, especially when he was stressed out. After two years, you had learned how to mostly ignore it, shrug it off your shoulders, but there were some days that it was harder to pretend. Mostly, the days when you couldn’t lie to yourself about the way you felt about him. After a few months, despite the fact that he grated on your nerves like a tazer, you realized you had utterly fallen for the man. He wasn’t always a jerk, something you rarely really saw, only in the late hours when he worked on routines and beat himself up over medals that weren’t golds, but he denied all of it if you ever mentioned it.

Not that your feelings on that ever mattered. Lance, when he had the time for it, was more of a ladies’ man than you would have liked. You’d seen him pop in to show off an old routine to several different women that he’d leave with, each of them hanging off him giggling and flirting as he grinned like it was the best night ever.

You poked your head out of the office, smiling and waving as the girls left, a few of them calling back a goodnight! to you as they went. As soon as the last one left, the heavy door swinging shut behind them, your eyes turned to Lance, who was huffing as he looked towards the few water bottles abandoned where the girls had sat for their breaks.

“What’s with the frumpy face, Tucker?” you called, already reaching for your bag so you could go collect the garbage.

“I’m wondering why the fuck that shit is still sitting in my gym,” Lance answered, shaking his head.

“Girls have been gone less than a minute, what did you want me to, beat up some kids and take their stuff?” you asked, brow quirked, as you walked over to collect the stuff, dropping each bottle, cup, and piece of plastic into your bag.

“No, but you could have been picking it up while they were packing up. Stop being so fucking lazy, huh?”

You paused, standing upright with one of the lighter, crinklier bottles in your hand, and turned around, nearly scowling.

“Lazy? Are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah, lazy, did I stutter?” he asked, heading to his office. “You took your time going to the store, you were late this morning, you were late yesterda-”

“I told you, yesterday was a flat tire!” you argued, storming after him as he tugged the hem of his white tee, looking around the office with a frown.

“And why isn’t my jacket hanging up? Didn’t I give it to you to hang up? ...not fucking toss on the table?” he grumbled, pointing to the track jacket you had left on the table.

“I’m sorry, did you miss the fact that the fucking hook is broken?” you asked, pointing to where he hung his jackets. He glanced over, brow quirking as he saw that, yes, the hook was now missing.

“And you didn’t fix it because…?” You stared at him, swallowing hard, before shaking your head, throwing the empty bottle at him. “Hey!”

“Fuck you, Lance. Okay? I’ve put up with a lot of shit talk from you, but lazy? Are you out of your goddamn mind?” you snapped, dropping your bag to the table with a huff. “Yesterday, I got a flat. Mechanic said I hit a nail - can you see a nail while you’re driving, because I fucking can’t. This morning, I was not late, okay, you still have my fucking key to the door, which I gave you over a week ago. I didn’t take my time when I went to the store for your bullshit supplies, I couldn’t get in the lot, so I had to drive around the block, park down the street, and run to the store, get your shit, and run back, trying to make up for lost time, because I knew you were going to be a dick.”

Lance was quiet as you shook your head and grabbed your own jacket off the back of the chair. The bag was yours, but you had thrust it to the table full of trash, and as angry as you were, you knew it would make your angry seem less if you took a break to empty it before leaving. But before you could yank your jacket on, you heard Lance laugh, and looked over, startled.

“What?” you snapped, seeing him smirking at you, no trace of the frustration or anger in his features as he studied you.

“Nothin’, sweetheart, just…” He trailed off, tilting his head just a little.

“Stop looking at me like that! What’s the matter with you?” you snapped, but it just made him laugh, shaking his head.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” Lance answered. The words made your stomach flip and your heart skip, but you forced the frustration to stay on your face as you rolled your eyes, turning to dump the stuff from your bag onto the table and grab your purse from the chair.

“Don’t flirt with me, Lance, it’s very unlike you.” He scoffed at that, catching your arm as you started to the door.

“I’ve gotta argue with you there, sweetheart, I think flirting is very much like me.” You looked up, then, still frowning, but Lance didn’t miss the sad flash in your eyes as you yanked your arm away.

“Flirting, yes. Flirting with me, no,” you replied, heading out of the office. “Since you didn’t give me back my keys, I’m gonna guess you didn’t bring them, so if the doors are locked when I get here tomorrow morning, I’m going to assume you don’t want me here anymore. Goodnight, Lance.”

Lance was stunned, watching you leave with your hand wrapped around the strap of your bags and your head down, not looking back. You didn’t want to risk seeing something you wouldn’t like.

It took everything in you to get dressed the following morning, packing up your bag before climbing in the car. With a hard swallow, you forced yourself to think positive, leaving a little early and stopping at the store to pick up more waters and supplies, trying to anticipate Lance’s mood that day after the way you’d left the night before.

You didn’t expect to see his car when you pulled into the gym lot, hand shaking as you grabbed your bag and headed in through the unlocked door. The music was playing, soft but definitely there, as you passed the hall and stopped in the doorway to the gym, eyes stopping on the sight of Lance sitting on the stack of padding, his head tipped back against the wall.

“...morning, Tucker.”

He flailed, leaping to his feet, and you realized he was falling asleep when you startled him. You bit your lip, swallowing a laugh as you headed to the office, his footsteps muffled as he followed.

“Picked up more water...and more of those protein things that you like.” You stopped, tucking the waters into the fridge, before moving to stack the protein packs with the others, but when you turned, you stilled, lip between your teeth. Lance watched from the doorway, and now that he was a lot closer, you could see that he was wearing the same thing he’d worn the day before, his usually perfectly gelled hair ruffled and messy. “...did...did you sleep here last night?” you asked quietly, confused.

Lance had late nights before, as rare as they were, but never, not once, not in the two years you’d worked with him, had Lance stayed the night at the gym, at least not without a change of clothes and a duffel of supplies so no one could tell.

He shrugged, scratching his fingers through his hair, before moving to get one of the waters you had put away.

“Couldn’t risk you thinking I don’t want you here,” Lance admitted.

“...being caught off-guard makes you soft, Tucker, because it sounds like you like having me here,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“I do like having you here, sweetheart. Shame on me for making you think otherwise.” You frowned, looking over at him as you shrugged off your jacket.

“You sick?”

“Just stupid.”

“...well, I’m not going to argue there,” you chuckled, smiling a little as you draped your jacket on the chair. The second your fingers left the fabric, Lance plucked it back off, ignoring your squawk. “Hey!” Before you could say more, he turned, dropping your jacket next to his on the hook, and you pointed, confused. “Did you...fix that?”

“...maybe.”

For a moment, you were silent, trying to wrap your head around the change in Lance from the day before to this moment. The Lance you usually worked with was sharp around the edges, demanding and firm and confident, but this Lance was soft, and quiet, and unsure, even as he peered out at the empty gym, sipping his water.

“If you’re just doing this because I got mad yesterday, Lance…” you started, but he sighed, cutting you off.

“You are cute when you’re angry,” he started, hesitating before shrugging, “but you’re cute anyway. Definitely too good for this place, or me, but, I’m selfish, so I don’t want you to go anywhere.” You swallowed, hard, and stepped towards him.

“I need you to say it, Lance...because I hate the way I feel when you verbally beat me up and then flaunt things in my face.” He cocked his head, eyes flicking towards you.

“Say what? That you’re the best assistant that I’ve ever had? That the girls love you?” Your hands perched on your hips, a sight that made him chuckle and shake his head. “That you’re the reason I haven’t missed a day in two years? That I go easier on the girls now than I used to - yeah, that is actually a thing.”

“Well, damn.” He chuckled again, turning to face you.

“Or that the thought of you leaving me, not just the gym, actually terrifies me?”

“...of all the women I’ve seen you walk in and out of here…”

“They ain’t you, sweetheart,” he sighed. “Thought I needed to fuck to clear my head because you...I didn’t expect you. But here you were...here you always fucking were, and you deserve better, but I’m so fucking selfish, I want you for myself.”

Lance let his eyes fall shut as you took the last step, leaning up to brush a kiss to his cheek, but when you moved to step back, his large, warm hands cupped your hips, stopping you, and he opened his eyes, meeting your suddenly shy gaze.

“I’m not a one night girl, Lance,” you sighed, hands dropping to his biceps.

“Not asking you to be. Just...gonna need you to be really fucking patient with me.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“I waited two years for you to tell me something nice. But if you flaunt one more girl…”

“I’ll write you a recommendation to anywhere you want to go.” You blushed, studying him for a moment, before nodding at the promise you could see in those ocean blue eyes that peered back at you, and, with a small smile, you leaned up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek once more.

#lance tucker x reader #lance tucker #the bronze #my fic

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discordantplains · 5 years

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Sweet Company

Jordan thumbed through the manual he had found in one of the abandoned mineshafts. Tucker was sprawled in his bed beside where Jordan was hunched at a desk. “So, good news--or, well--whatever news.”

“You found a way out of here?” Tucker mumbled. He coughed into his pillow and sucked in snot loudly.

“Actually, yes,” Jordan said. Tucker sat up and Sonja looked up from note-taking. Tucker moved to stand next to Jordan’s desk as he tapped on a familiar device they had all seen in Ruxomar. A portal. Tucker sighed in relief. “Oh thank the gods,” Tucker moaned in relief. “Do you have all the supplies? Do you think you could reconfigure it to our old land? Could you?” Tucker was leaning heavily on Jordan’s chair and Jordan moved away from him. Sonja was interested, but hadn’t gotten up. She looked over at them, her book still in her hands.

“Probably, maybe just a couple more weeks, but I’m no Deviser Gaines--I can’t connect the worlds, but I could try.”

“Deviser Gaines…” Sonja hummed in thought. “Guess he’s back with Martha and them?” She flipped a page on her notes, resting her head on her knee as she shuffled through pages and tapped the quill against her lips.

“Well, we’re counting on you, Jordan,” Tucker said and clapped Jordan on the shoulder before stumbling back to his bed. “I’m going to pray to Mianite to kill me in the meantime.”

Jordan rolled his eyes and let the manual fall closed. He had all the iron and steel he could need, some of the machinery was in dire need of repair around here, and maybe he could secure some more redstone and crystals. There was an old wine cellar in the bed and breakfast he could build the portal in--but it might just have to be a secret from the alternates--or at least Honey. He wasn’t quite sure if he had permission to build there and frankly had no intention of asking.

He went ahead and took the manual with him as he settled into the wine cellar where they had arranged a few chests to shove their belongings in. Jordan wasn't surprised to find his chest had been pillaged. He had to go ahead and find Tom’s chest buried at the back of the room to get the rest of his items out. He lit a few of the lanterns in the room and mumbled instructions to himself as he assembled the supplies.

He was partially through compiling the blue-prints when he heard a knock against the wall. He glanced up to see SkeleTom holding a small pitcher of what looked to be fruit punch and had a baggie of cookies. “Hey, Jordan!”

“Hey, SkeleTom,” Jordan greeted, pushing his hair back up into a semblance of his usual coif. He got up from his place on the floor and dusted his hands off on his pants. “What’s the occasion?”

“Bored,” SkeleTom admitted. “It’s been so long since we’ve been able to hang around anyone new. And you’re really nice,” SkeleTom said. He set the bag of cookies and the pitcher of punch on the ground. He sat down criss-cross on the floor to stare at Jordan’s blueprints curiously.

“A portal? Wow--an engineer?” SkeleTom questioned. His mis-matched eyes skimmed Jordan’s curiously. Jordan looked away.

“Somewhat,” Jordan answered. He bent back down to organize a few of the pages and felt SkeleTom’s eyes still on him.

“Do you really want to leave that badly?”

Jordan sighed. He tapped on a blueprint and absently consulted the manual beside him. “Yes and no--Tucker’s sick of this place already, and this isn’t the first time we’ve been stranded somewhere for a month or so,” Jordan answered truthfully. “I also kind of want to talk to the Ianite I know and like--not evil Ianite,” Jordan added. His expression shifted and he smiled absently to himself. He was humored by the events that had happened and he felt SkeleTom’s eyes move off of him. Jordan side-eyed him.

The taller man nodded, drumming his fingers on his knees. “I get it. I’d feel the same way if I woke up in a different dimension.” SkeleTom sprawled his legs out. He picked up a blueprint and studied it some, but his eyebrows creased. “I’m not sure I’m the type of person who can read this.”

Jordan looked at what he was holding and just waved it off. “I was just trying some equations like I’d seen some scientist in the old world I went to do,” Jordan offhanded said. “You know, universe portals or something.”

“Huh,” SkeleTom set the blueprint back down. “Well, you really liked the cookies I made last time so I made more. Also, figured you might be getting hungry. You’ve been cooped up all day,” SkeleTom said and gestured to the cookies and punch. “It’ll give you a mental boost at least.”

“Thanks,” Jordan said, and after a moment he decided, yes, he did need that break. He let SkeleTom pour the small pitcher into one of the two glasses strapped on top of it and sipped at it greedily. The wine cellar had little air circulation and it did help his parched throat. He felt his stomach growling and he absently dug into the bag of cookies, eyes locked on the blueprint. It was almost completed--he could get the framework of the portal done in a few days. Some of the programming and the “brain” of the portal would need a lot more thought and work put into it. Jordan didn’t realize how much he was mumbling to himself until he caught himself mid word. He looked up at SkeleTom who wasn’t interrupting him or butting in, but reading the manual Jordan found.

Jordan nodded to himself and went back to working, unbothered. His mind became wrapped up in the plans again and he absently started assembling a rough layout of the framework with spare wood, chewing on a cookie without a thought. SkeleTom motioned to him briefly that he was going to head out, but Jordan hadn’t paid much mind, his thoughts circling back to the portal.

It wasn’t until the cookies were mostly gone and he mumbled a request that next time SkeleTom got the chance Jordan would be thankful for more...that he realized the man had left. Jordan felt pleasantly happy from a day of silence and easy work. The sugar had helped him think and he returned upstairs to sleep...only to see his bed covers gone and on Tom’s bed.

Jordan sighed. Tom was already dead asleep wrapped in a cocoon. Tucker was snoring loudly and drooling all over his pillow. Wag was wide awake in the darkness--with his blanket thrown over his head and a mysterious white light glowing from beneath the thick cover. Jordan couldn’t even imagine trying to sleep in the cacophony of sounds going on in this room. On second thought, Jordan returned to the basement, ignoring the start of dreariness and reinvesting himself in the portal work.

….

Jordan ended up falling asleep in the basement propped against the chests. Upon waking he took a moment to check to see he hadn’t disturbed his blueprints or the start to the portal frame. Everything was in order. Jordan nodded to himself and climbed the stairs Jordan nodded to himself and climbed the stairs to see Tom asleep. Tucker was still snoring.

He drifted outside and stretched. It was a bright and sunny day out and he let the sun warm his stiff joints as he tried to think of what to do. More portal resources were a must, so he ventured out with the city ordinances and rules in mind to gather them. He couldn’t gather much--there was little to get with the limitations but it was something.

The first official day of portal recon was uneventful for him. SkeleTom had came by again with a fresh bag of cookies and Jordan had been grateful for the sugar and Sonja had come by shortly after--having spent most of her day elsewhere and snagged a few cookies and her own food before vanishing again.

The only real snag came later in the afternoon. He’d been in the middle of constructing the base of the brain when Tucker had barged down the stairs and startled him, causing him to shatter the last of his important crystals and diamonds onto the ground. Despite his haste to get out of this dimension, Tucker seemed unbothered, or at least distracted, and insisted that Jordan join him for a group meeting. Grumbling, Jordan attended their discussion, sans Tom, without much fuss, but didn’t pay all that much attention. Tucker’s message was clear, however, as he made sure to warn them all extensively about the extremely annoying bad news and Jordan kept it at the back of his mind.

Jordan knew he should be more perturbed by the announcement, but other than his murderous counterpart he felt relatively safe. He was mostly in the basement and soon he’d have the portal working--well, give or take a few weeks now that Tucker had destroyed the brain.

He tried to sleep that night among the chests, staring at the portal framework in dismay. He had gone to the basement again to avoid the chorus of snores, Tom and/or Wag’s night time shenanigans, and Tucker’s dying lungs. As he stared into the portal frame he felt a dawning unease--how was he supposed to come up with the formula? And when he did--would it be the right one?

Jordan fell asleep uneasy.

…

The next morning started abruptly. Tom woke him up, pushing at him and motioning furiously with one of his hands. Jordan awoke groggily and stared up at the zombie. It was too early in the morning for this--that much his brain told him.

Two of his fingers were wrapped in a splint and bandages and his brows were furrowed. He was clearly bruised and battered--more so than his usual undead ugliness. “Sparklez, reach up and get me a healing potion from the top chest.”

“That’s Sonja’s,” Jordan pointed out, but, eyeing Tom’s hand, he did as he was asked. Tom shotgunned the potion bottle and gagged briefly. He shoved the empty bottle back in Jordan’s hand and hissed in pain as he reflexively moved his right hand. The two fingers were well bandaged, but were swelling and purple at the visible tips. “What happened?”

Tom shot him a dirty look. “Honey. I broke one law.”

Jordan was skeptic. “Uh-huh.”

Tom pouted. His eyes welling up. He leaned towards Jordan and crowded into his space. “Jordan, I’m in pain--and suffering. Don’t give me that shit. You’ve been ignoring me the whole time we’re here--because you’ve replaced me!”

Jordan laughed. He didn’t stop Tom from practically leaning on him, but he did shrug his shoulders. “You got yourself in that situation.”

“I didn’t deserve to have my fingers broken. That’s cruel and unusual punishment,” Tom griped. Jordan shrugged him off and started to get truly up, assembling himself the best he could. Tom narrowed his eyes at Jordan’s make-shift kind-of-bed. “Why are you sleeping down here?”

“I don’t like sleeping in the same room as all of you,” Jordan said. He wrinkled his nose in thought. “You and Tucker make too much noise.”

“Are you implying we’re in bed together?” Tom purposely misinterpreted, aghast. Jordan rubbed the bridge of his nose and shot Tom a look.

“I’m saying,” Jordan corrected, “Tucker snores and you spend all your time grumbling and whining rather than sleeping.” Tom snorted. He let out a sigh and winced as he moved his hand, looking to Jordan again.

“Can you at least kiss my fingers better?”

“No,” Jordan stated. “I’m going to go get portal resources. Don’t mess with the framework.” Tom immediately eyed his progress, squaring it up. After a moment he narrowed his eyes to slits and glowered at Jordan.

“You’re going to hang out with SkeleTom! Aren’t you!”

“I wasn’t,” Jordan said, “but just for that I’m now reminded I’m craving cookies, so thanks.”

“You just want me to be jealous,” Tom whined. He leaned into Jordan’s space again, but Jordan side-stepped. He shrugged on his jacket and fixed Tom with a grin.

“You’d be jealous if I hung out with no-one.”

“You admit to wanting me to suffer!” Tom crowed.

Jordan rolled his eyes. He shook his head at Tom. As he climbed the stairs up, Tom followed him ranting loudly about something or another to himself. When they reached the top of the stairs Jordan headed straight for the door and Tom fixed him with a look of disgust. Wag was asleep in bed this time and Sonja was already out of the house. Tucker was sitting on his bed, sniffling, scribbling prayers to Mianite at a feverish pace and still smelling of smoke and ash. Jordan nodded to Tucker and left, ignoring Tom’s start to a comment about SkeleTom.

Jordan had egged Tom on, but he was in the mood for cookies now and at least at SkeleTom’s he know for sure there’d be peace and quiet. Or, at least, Tom wouldn’t be clinging to him and Tucker wouldn’t be sneezing and coughing up a storm that Jordan could still hear from the basement. During the tour, SkeleTom had pointed out his bakery and house and Jordan traveled to the multi-purpose building, the sweet smell hitting him the moment he was on the block.

With light colors and a well-trimmed flower-bush outside, the bakery reminded him of a summer house--full of promise. The soft-sound of a wind-chime swaying in the breeze and the melodic hum of bird melodies intermixed in the wind. Jordan reached SkeleTom’s bakery and knocked on the door.

The door swung open, and SkeleTom grinned, pleased to see him. “What can I do for ya?”

Jordan smiled hesitantly at him, “I wouldn’t mind some cookies, but I’m just looking for peace and quiet.”

SkeleTom nodded in understanding. “I swear I can hear Mericho’s alternate--Tucker, right? I can hear him hacking up a lung any time I come near the ole bed and breakfast. I’ll try something else. Guess tried and true green tea and peppermint doesn’t always do it.” He moved aside, holding the door for Jordan to enter. Jordan obliged. He was at ease with the warmth of the place. In the entrance there was a gorgeous kitchen.

Jordan wasn’t much for cooking himself, but the obvious organization, cleanliness, and function to it all was beautiful. There was a labeled shelf with various jars of ingredients. A smaller open-shelf with plastic tubs sealed tight and neat and polished silver measuring cups of varying sizes dangling from hooks near each one. A laminated recipe book was open on its own stand to a recipe for no-bake drop cookies. An array of bowls was on a rotating display, available for easy access. It was a shame the man didn’t have that many people to bake for--he was clearly made to, everything about the kitchen screamed an immense love of his craft.

“In the meantime,” SkeleTom interrupted his train of thought gently, pausing as Jordan’s attention slowly returned to him. “I can give you all three of what you want. Cookies, peace and quiet,” SkeleTom promised. “If you need some resources for the portal still I can get you some, if you have schematics and lists of what you still need.” Jordan’s eyes lit up. SkeleTom shrugged uneasily and shyly fiddled his fingers. “I’m not much into machinery and fighting, so when I go mining all the materials tend to stockpile and lay around. I sometimes go with Mericho for fun--he has more use for that stuff with his farm and what-not. I’m sure I could freely spare some.”

“That would be great!” Jordan said.

“Oh good! I love to help friends,” SkeleTom cheered. He lead Jordan through a modest four-person seating dining room with a red-and-white plaid tablecloth and an old record player to a small room neatly organized with chests filled with various metals, some rare ones catching Jordan’s eye immediately. What also caught his eye was a bow. It was among two-others, both also spectacularly enchanted and designed with amazing colors, but the violet marking and green highlights caught his eye. He looked to SkeleTom for permission to touch it. “Mind if I…?” Jordan asked.

“Feel free, I only really use the one on the right,” SkeleTom gestured to a more sleek red and black bow with less-loud accents of flames.

“You use a bow and arrow?” Jordan asked curious as he handled the purple bow and examined the craftsmanship. It rivaled his old Bow of Balance.

“Mainly, I don’t really like swords,” SkeleTom said and he shrugged awkwardly. He had a lean form and Jordan could see from the way he behaved that a reality where SkeleTom ran around with a large sword like Tom didn’t seem all that plausible. The pink jorts also didn’t look like a comfortable place to hang a blade from.

Jordan almost wanted to ask if he could take the bow, but he put it back on its hooks, gazing at it sadly. SkeleTom caught his expression. “If you want, you can have it. Just don’t go shooting anyone.”

“Really?” Jordan’s eyes sparkled.

“Sure!” SkeleTom offered. Jordan immediately grabbed it again, his fingers running reverently over the weapon more powerful than any of his friends’ current bows or his own one. He knew it wasn’t really a purge scenario and they weren’t all about to go around killing each other for fun anytime soon. SkeleTom watched him amused and Jordan remembered his faint manners.

“Thank-you.”

“No problem. Wouldn’t want it to go to waste. Now about those cookies--I already have some made, but is there a different flavor you’d like. Or even a different treat…”

And that was how Jordan spent the rest of his day. Pleasantly happy at SkeleTom’s, letting the gift-bow sit happily on his lap. SkeleTom promised him more resources if he brought a list of what he needed tomorrow, and so Jordan kept that in mind. He didn’t need to mine for resources and waste time. He could work on the programming if SkeleTom gave him that extra help. The thoughts bubbled happily in his brain and Jordan was sent home with a bag of goodies and the bow with its very own quiver of arrows.

He walked into the bed and breakfast that night, almost relaxed enough to consider sleeping upstairs. Tom was resting on his bed quietly for once talking with Tucker, and Sonja greeted Jordan as he walked in. He was the last one back and it was well and truly dark outside. Time must have flown when he was finally able to not have to listen to Tucker’s coughing. He had a bag of cookies from SkeleTom. He pulled one free to munch on as he heard Tucker’s hacking and wheezing fill the room.

“Nice bow,” Sonja commented.

Jordan grinned, and didn’t miss Tom’s immediate bulls-eye attention. The zombie’s black eyes were glittering in the candle-light, the light bouncing across them and hiding his emotions. His head swiveled slightly to look from the cookies to the bow and to Jordan’s face.

“Accepting gifts now, you traitor?” Tom accused. He stood, lurking in the corner.

“Mm-hm,” Jordan hummed and set the bag of cookies down on the desk near his bed. He turned to the others. “SkeleTom offered to give me the rest of the resources for the portal so I’ll be able to start programming it in two days from now. But for now, I’m going to bed.” “That’s great news!” Tucker said with relief. His voice was hoarse.

“Glad to hear,” Sonja added. She lay back on her bed, her mind elsewhere. Wag, further away, was organizing plant seeds on his bed and had building schematics planned out. Jordan almost considered asking him what he planned on building when Tom butted into his thoughts. He had crossed the room to block Jordan’s path to the basement.

“You know, Jordan, you traitor us all the time. How do we know you’re not praying to evil Ianite yet!” Tom brandished his finger at Jordan’s chest.

Jordan ignored him. He pushed Tom’s hand away from his chest and walked past the zombie. As he went down the stairs, he could still hear Tom still throwing meaningless accusations at his back.

He had a formula to get done and a portal to finish, as far as he was concerned, Tom could prattle all he wanted, Tucker could sneeze everywhere and everyone else could mind their own business--so as long as no one disturbed him.

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#discordant plains #mianite #mianitefa #captainsparklez #captain sparklez #skeletom #Mianite: Discordant Plains #mianite fan fiction

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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Solace-Jim Mason series

Chapter 6

A/N: I miss Jim Mason:(

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, brief mentions of drug use, mentions of overdose

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Sonny is a rebellious teen. Her dad is a major dick

The next day was Friday, meaning while Jim got to go surfing with my brothers, I got to go dress shopping with Lindsay and Steph. Luckily it didn't take too long and I found a dress I liked st the first shop we went too.

"Do you girls want anything to drink?" Steph asked as she stood up. We were currently laying around the pool in our backyard.

"No thank you, Steph." I shook my head. Lindsay watched her go into the house. The second the sliding glass door was closed, she propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me.

"So how does he kiss?"

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows together at her.

"Is he a good kisser?"

"Jim? I-I haven't kissed him yet." I sat up, pulling the strap to my black bikini into place.

"What? He was at your house last night until three in the morning, Sonny, and you didn't kiss him?"

"We just talked, Linds." I stood up and moved to check my phone on the table. The boys were just over the hill at the beach but I didn't want to go check on them and look like a stalker.

"So are you dating?" She laid back on the lounge chair.

"No. He hasn't asked me." I frowned a little.

("I really like him, Sonny." Steph smiled at me. I couldn't help the pink that rose to my cheeks as I tried to hide behind the clothing rack separating us. "He's a sweet boy."

"How did Greg do?" Lindsay looked over to Steph for an answer. I locked my jaw, shuffling through a few of the dresses. I was determined to find an expensive dress, knowing dad would be the one to pay for it.

"Worse than I expected him to. But he won't act like that again, Sonny. I promise."

"I won't let him treat Jim like that, Steph." I brought my eyes up to meet hers. "No one deserves to be treated like that. Dad isn't any better than him.")

"You know, Reese never really asked me." Lindsay pointed out.

"Well, he's a dick. I honestly can't stand him."

"Whoa, Sonny." Reese exclaimed as he, Asher, and Jackson made their way up the path. Following behind them was Miles and Jim. "Careful what you say. Jim can hear you."

"I wasn't talk about Jim. I was talking about you."

"I'm a joy to be around." Reese rolled his eyes. I held my middle finger up to him.

The boys settled around the pool, putting their boards up on the privacy fence around the deck. Jim's eyes met mine and he gave me one of his signature little smiles.

"Hi, Sonny." His chestnut hair fell in messy waves across his forehead.

"Hi, Jim."

"Sonny?" Steph called from the door to the house. "There's someone at the front door. He says he's a friend of yours."

"Must have the wrong Sonny. This one doesn't have friends." Jackson said, making Reese snicker. As I passed Jackson to go into the house, I pushed him into the pool.

"Come inside with me, Jim." I called over my shoulder.

"Hey, Jim!" Steph greeted Jim as she stepped out of the house.

"Hi, Ms. Carlisle."

"Steph is just fine, sweetheart." She put her hand on his shoulder.

I pushed the sliding glass door shut behind Jim.

"Were the boys decent?"

"Yeah, they were a blast." He nodded his head, raking his fingers through his hair. "I can't remember the last time I hung out with people I actually liked."

"That's good to hear." I picked up a shirt that was on the back of the couch and tugged it on. Upon doing so, I realized it was one of Reese's college shirts with a fraternity logo on it. Jim leaned against the island in the kitchen while I went to answer the front door. As I opened the door open, I pulled my red hair out of the collar of the shirt.

My stomach immediately dropped at the sight of Will standing on the front step. A big, disgusting grin was plastered across his lips as he looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my legs. Reese's shirt only fell down about mid-thigh, leaving my legs visible to his prying eyes.

"Hey, Sonny. I was just in the neighborhood and I wanted to know if you'd be up to come with me to a party tonight over at Tucker Landon's house."

My lips parted but I couldn't find my voice. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. My fingers were trembling by my sides. How did he know where I lived? Why was he here? Why did he think he had the right to ask me to a party?

"Sonny? You okay?" He furrowed his brows together, stepping towards me. This brought me out of my frozen state. I half-turned to the kitchen, knowing Jim was in there, and tried to close the door, but Will put his hand on the door to stop me. "Hey, I just want to talk-,"

"Is everything okay, Sonny?" Jim moved towards me. My eyes found his and I'm positive he saw the look of absolute panic on my face. His hand reached out for my arm but I let him take my hand instead. "Who is this?" Jim moved me so that I stood halfway behind him. He now served as a barrier between me and the monster that terrorized my dreams.

Will was a half a foot taller than him and easily outweighed him. Will was a jock, a douche-bag in every sense of the word. Jim was slimly built. His muscles were there but they weren't as sharply defined as Will's.

"Who the hell are you?" Will visibly puffed up, clearly not liking the idea of Jim putting himself between me and him.

"Jim." He answered firmly. One of his hands remained by his side, his fingers moving nervously as he watched the larger man. His other hand remained latched to mine. "Who are you?"

"Will Talbot." He held his hand out for Jim. I squeezed Jim's hand, silently begging him not to shake Will's disgusting hand.

"Jim." I rasped. He looked over his shoulder to me. I tugged his hand like a child, urging him to leave.

"I'm sorry, man. Sonny's not feeling up to hanging out right now." Jim shrugged his shoulders before closing the door. Once the door was closed, I was able to lock the deadbolt.

My feet began to take me up the stairs, my heart racing furiously as I shook my head. He knew where I lived.

"Sonny!" Jim called for me.

I only stopped once I was in the center of my room. My head fell back, my eyes slipping shut as a breath escaped my lips. My knees buckled and I would've collapsed to the floor had Jim not been there to catch me. His long arms wrapped around me, catching me just as I was about to hit the floor.

"Shit, Sonny." He cursed, carefully lowering us both to the floor. He rested on his knees and I rested on his lap. I curled my knees to my chin, resting cheek against his bare chest.

"He knows where-He knows where I live." I whispered. I didn't even realize hot tears were trailing down my cheeks until I felt them drip down on to my chest.

"You aren't breathing, angel." Jim murmured gently as he began to rock us both back and forth ever so slightly. "You gotta breathe."

I couldn't find the ability to catch my breath. I was suffocating, choking on an unseen force. Jim took my hand and placed it on his chest so I could feel his heart beating steadily below my palm.

"I'm right here, angel." He whispered into my ear, placing a kiss against my red hair. "I need you to breathe for me, okay?"

I nodded my head and shakily took a small breath. That was the first step. After that, I could begin to catch my breath.

I wasn't sure how long we sat like that but once I managed to breathe the right way, Jim moved to lean against the side of my bed. He still held me in his lap, his arms holding me against his chest. My head was tucked under his chin and my eyes were closed.

"That's him." I whispered, my voice hoarse. "The one I told you about two nights ago."

Jim stiffened up.

"The one who touched you?"

I grimaced at his words.

"Are you going to go to the police?"

"I was high as a freaking kite." I shook my head. "It was weeks ago. It wouldn't do me any good now. Besides, he didn't rape me. He just felt me up. Put his hand down my pants. That's it."

"He doesn't have the right to do that, Sonny. If you don't want him to do that, then he can't."

"He did." I pulled away from Jim and stood to my feet. I raked my fingers through my hair then shook my hands out. "He-He did. And there's nothing anyone can do to change it."

His eyes fell to his hands as I pulled my shirt up to wipe my face. I went over to my closet, feeling the need for a smoke, but at the last minute I decided against it. It was a nasty habit, one I picked up shortly after my sister passed away. I turned and put my back to the door, then slowly sunk down against it. My eyes found Jim, who was watching me with a tender gaze.

"You probably think I'm insane." I whispered softly. "I've got more problems than a crossword puzzle."

He chuckled a little. The smile that cracked across his lips warmed my insides.

"I guess that's what draws me to you." He admitted with a little shrug of his shoulders, raking his fingers through his hair. "You're kinda like me."

I nodded my head softly, looking down at my hands. I never thought of it that way.

A knock on the already opened door to my room caught my attention. It was Reese.

"You two good?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah." I answered him quietly. He nodded and looked to Jim.

"Hey, I don't know if Sonny's mentioned it to you, Jim, but tonight we're all going out to dinner for our parents' anniversary. You should tag along."

"I appreciate, Reese, but I'm gonna have to pass." Jim shook his head. "I've got something already."

"Alrighty. No big deal." Reese looked back to me and flashed me a little smile. "I like him, you know." He pointed to Jim.

"Me too." I bit my bottom lip.

"Good. Come on back downstairs when you're ready." He knew something had happened. I don't think he knew what but he knew something was up.

I watched him disappear from the doorway. Jim stood to his feet and crossed my bedroom, then held his hand out for me. I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. He embraced me in a hug, his arms wrapping around me in a protective barrier.

"Are you ready to go back down there?"

"Yeah." I squeezed him tight before letting him go.

***

"You're not funny, Jackson." I pulled myself out of the pool, glaring at my brother through my now drenched red locks that fell into my face.

Just after Jim and I joined everyone out at the pool, Jackson picked me up over his shoulder and jumped into the pool.

"I fucking hate you."

"Language, Sonny." Steph chided from her lounge chair, turning the page in the designer magazine she was reading.

"I freaking hate you."

"Much better."

"Hey, mom?" Reese looked up from his phone. "Can I have some friends over later?"

Asher and Jackson both started to laugh at him.

"Wow, Reese. How old are you?" I pulled the now soaking wet t-shirt off of me and threw it at Reese. He easily dodged the shirt and it landed on the concrete next to him. I gathered my hair over one shoulder and moved to sit on the lounge chair beside Jim.

"You gonna ask mom if she can tuck you in later on too–Hey!" A high-pitched yelp escaped Jackson's lips as he ducked a swing from Reese.

"Of course you can, Reese." Steph answered him. "Are they joining us for dinner?"

"No, no." Reese shook his head. "They're gonna come over afterwards. I was thinking we could have a fire or something out back."

"What about you, Jim?" Steph turned her attention to him. "Are you joining us for dinner?"

"No, ma'am, Mrs. Carlisle." Jim shook his head, brushing down his brunet locks. "Me and my sister have this thing."

"Maybe next time."

***

"How was dinner?"

"About as good as it could've gone." I sighed gently as I walked into my room. I left the door open with plans of leaving shortly. "Dad didn't talk to me the whole night, but I'm not complaining."

"I'm sorry, Sonny."

"Don't apologize, Jim." I shook my head. "You did nothing wrong."

I shrugged out of my cardigan, leaving me in just a thin strapped silk black tank top and a pair of faded skinny jeans.

"Did you have fun with Medina?"

"Yeah. I think it did us good to hang out."

"That's good, Jim."

"Yeah. She said something funny that kinda got me thinking."

The sound of someone shouting from outside caught my attention. I went over to the balcony doors and pushed them open. Reese and a half dozen of his friends were gathered around a fire, laughing at something.

"What did she say?"

"She said that there's a light in my eyes that she hasn't seen in a long time. She said she thinks it's because of you."

I paused for a moment, my fingers slowly brushing through my hair.

"Aw, she said that?"

"Yeah." I could hear the smile on his voice.

"She's so sweet." I messed with the necklace that dangled between my breasts. My eyes flickered back down to Reese and his friends. The back porch light was on and this gave me the ability to see some of the guys. I only recognized Lindsay, Reese, and Will. "Will?”

"What?"

"Will." I whispered, quickly taking steps back into my room. I almost tripped over my sketch book in the floor. The balcony doors were slammed shut and I locked them. "He-He's here, Jim. Why the hell is he here?"

"Shit, Sonny. I'm on my way over."

"No. No. I-I'm-I'm not staying here. I'm not. I can't." I shook my head.

"I'll come get you."

"Please hurry." I rushed to pack a bag, stuffing different articles of clothing into my backpack. "Just please don’t-don't hang up, Jim."

"I'm not going anywhere, angel."

The new nickname he'd given me just earlier that day made my heart soar. I gripped my phone tighter as I threw my backpack over my shoulder and slammed the to my room door shut.

"Where is he?"

"Outside."

I made my way down the stairs. I wasn't going to stay in the house. I'd wait outside for Jim. I thought I was going to make it too. I could see the front door. It was right there. But a hand clasped around my arm and stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dad asked me.

"To-To a friend's house, dad." I looked over his shoulder to see Reese and Will coming in through the back door. "Please." I looked back to dad.

"Lindsay's here. She's the only friend you go to."

"Dad, let me-just let me go!" I tried to yell but it came out as a broken whisper. I tugged my arm until he released me. "Let me go, dad." I blinked the tears away, allowing them to trail down my cheeks as I shook my head. His hand released me, a look of pain crossing his face.

I couldn't look at him as I opened the front door and darted out into the night. I knew he was hurting right now, I know he missed who I used to be. But she was gone. She died four months ago with Summer.

“Sonny? Are you still there?” Jim’s voice in my ear pulled me back to reality.

“Yeah, Jim.” I murmured quietly, sniffling as I wiped my cheeks. “How long do you think you’ll be?”

“Less than ten minutes.”

***

Due to Mrs. Mason’s.... nature, Jim had to sneak me into his house.

He closed the door to his room and played music. It sounded like a mix of 80s and 90s rock hits. I smiled a little. He had good taste.

I put my backpack down by his closet and kicked my shoes off. I threw myself down on to Jim's bed, bringing my knees to my chest.

"I can't believe I told him that, Jim." I cried quietly. Jim climbed into the bed next to me and laid on his side facing me. He brushed my red hair back out of my eyes. His hand came to rest on my cheek.

"What are you talking about, Sonny?" He quietly asked.

"Dad." I put my hand on his hand that was on my cheek. There were no tears in my eyes because they were trailing down my face. "I told him.... Jim, I told him to let me go. That's the last thing my mother ever told him. I-I can still hear their argument."

I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as possible, their harsh words echoing in my head.

("You can't leave, Nicki! What the hell am I suppose to do without you?"

"I'm not leaving forever, Greg. I just-I need to get away. I want to be here for you and for Jackson and Emerson and Miles but I-I-I need a break, okay?"

"A break?" Dad couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Just let me go, Greg, damn it!" Mom was exasperated, exhausted, and out of breath from fighting dad. "Just let. Me. Go.")

"I didn't mean to say it, Jim." I shook my head, pushing myself into a sitting position. He sat up too and pulled me into his arms.

"It's okay, Sonny." He tucked my head underneath his chin.

"He's going to hate me."

"No, no, he won't, angel." He assured me, his hand rubbing my arm.

***

I stayed in his arms for what felt like hours, and he was okay with that. He held me, occasionally kissing the top of my head and brushing circles into my arm with his thumb.

I couldn't believe I'd only known this guy only four days. Four days and I felt like I'd known him my entire life. I was comfortable with him in a way that I never felt comfortable with anyone else before. Four days, and we'd almost kissed once. I had kissed his cheek a handful of times and he had kissed my cheek or my hand more than I could count. He knew automatically how to calm me down earlier today. He stopped my panic attack before it got too bad, before I could make myself pass out.

Jim lifted his head from where he rested upon mine and sat up a little straighter. I noticed this and pulled my head away from him.

"What?" I asked him. He looked down at me with a little smile on his lips.

"This was the song you were singing when I woke up."

I looked over to the stand his phone was on. Sweet Child O' Mine was playing. I didn't remember that I had been singing the song out loud or even that that was what I was listening to.

"You sounded beautiful." He leaned forward to rest his forehead against mine. His chestnut curls tickled my forehead. I giggled softly, reaching up to swipe them away.

"I was singing it?" I crinkled my eyebrows together, wincing internally. He nodded his head. "I'm sure that was a great sound to wake up to."

"You sounded great."

"You're just saying that."

"Oh, yeah. Definitely." He nodded his head, a grin cracking across his lips. He was teasing me.

His fingers began to tickle my sides. I fought to get away, climbing out of his lap and across the bed but he was quick. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him. Somehow, he managed to get me pinned beneath him. The hand that wasn't holding him up tickled my side. A loud laugh escaped my lips. His hand covered my mouth, his eyes darting over to the door. We both froze for a second, waiting for his mother to come barging in. When she didn't, he looked back to me.

"You have to be quiet, Sonny." He hushed me with a little laugh. I rolled my eyes at him and tugged his hand away from my mouth.

“Maybe if you weren’t trying to tickle me, we wouldn’t have to worry.” I gazed up at him, searching his blue eyes as I spoke. His smile somehow made all the problems I had disappear. It made me forget. I thought that that was just something they said in rom-coms.

I reached up to brush his brown hair back, but my efforts were useless. With how he was laying over top of me, his hair had no choice but to fall down. His beautiful blue eyes flickered down to my lips as he slowly lowered himself down to me. My heart began to race. His hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin as his lips finally met mine.

His lips were soft and gentle, and he tasted like peppermint. My hand slipped around his waist and across his back. From there, I could pull him down on to me. I didn’t want to feel anything but him. One of his knees rested between my thighs and his hands held most of his upper body weight off of me but I didn’t mind the pressure. I didn’t mind him. I actually sort of liked it. I was engulfed in him, his scent, his taste, his touch.

My phone buzzed in the back pocket of my jeans. He must’ve felt it too because he pulled away, breaking our kiss.

“I’m not answering it.” I shook my head, resting my head back against the mattress as I looked up to him. He moved to lay alongside me. I took his hand and laced our fingers together. “It’s just my dad.”

He nodded his head a little. He kept his eyes on me as I brushed my thumb over his knuckles.

“You said earlier that what Medina said got you thinking.” I turned to face him, tucking one arm underneath my head. “Thinking about what?”

Jim was silent for a few moments. He rolled over on to his back to look at the ceiling.

“I.... I overdosed before.” He explained quietly. He brought his hand up to rub his face. “I went straight back to using the second I got out of the hospital. I used whatever I could get my hands on. This time was different though. I... I didn’t use right away. It wasn’t until the other day when we were suppose to go surfing that I took anything. Medina thinks it’s because of you.”

“Do you think it’s because of me?” I sat up, brushing my hair over one shoulder, and turned to face him with my legs criss-crossed. He propped himself up on one elbow and half-ass shrugged his shoulders.

“I mean.... I don’t know. I think you’re cute.”

My cheeks flushed. I looked down as I shyly smiled.

“That’s not what I asked.” I shook my head a little, looking up at him through my lashes. “Jim, I-I’m glad I can do that for you, that I can help you stop taking whatever shit you were taking before. But I’m not enough. Medina said you need professional help.”

“Therapist.” He muttered, sitting up and moving to lean against the wall. This put space between us.

“There’s nothing wrong with needing therapy, Jim.” I shook my head. “I had to go to therapy after my sister died.” Without even thinking, I rubbed the scar under my right collarbone.

“What happened to her?” He asked softly. I looked down, blinking a few times as I tried to think of the best way to describe that night.

“We-We were out at a party. She had just turned twenty. It was.... It was three in the morning. I don’t know what happened.” I shook my head. I had never read the police reports or asked dad about what he learned. “I was on my phone in the passenger seat. Summer.... Summer was driving. When I looked up, there was someone in the road. She swerved to miss them and tipped the car over.” My voice cracked like I was going to cry but there were no tears in my eyes. I rubbed my thigh, remembering where I had seen the metal rod sticking through her leg. “She bled out before anyone could save her.” My fingers trembled as I reached up to brush my hair back.

“That’s awful, Sonny. I’m so sorry.”

I gave him a forced smile and nodded my head.

“You’d think that after all I’ve been through, dad would take it easy on me. But he still gives me shit about every little thing I do.”

“At least your dad talks to you.” Jim muttered. “Mine won’t even answer the phone.”

I looked down at my hands. The ugly scar across my knuckles made my stomach churn.

“I know I’m not your dad and you’ve.... you’ve only known me a few days, but I’ll answer the phone when you call.” I met his gaze. The smile that crossed his lips made my heart race.

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do.” I nodded. “You’re cute too, by the way.”

His cheeks flushed and he rolled his eyes at me.

#jim mason #it's missing Jim Mason hours #tribes of palos verdes #cody fern #jim mason x reader #i miss jim mason #series #solace series #queenxxxsupreme

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WWE NXT 7/17/19 Review

Matt Riddle opened the show up, fist bumping everyone on his way to the ring whether they wanted it or not. He was going up against Arturo Ruas. The two did the classic MMA fist bump before the match, and had a very UFC-esque match as they started up. This was not nearly as one sided as you might think, with Riddle eating several strikes and getting caught in a couple submissions as the match went. But it only took one huge knee strike to put Ruas on the ground, following it up with a huge amount of ground and pound.

After the match, Killian Dain re debuted in NXT, and beat the crap out of Riddle. He even gave Riddle a senton through the NXT stage, which was super cool. I didn’t see that coming, I knew he was back in NXT, but I didn’t know that this was how. Cool way to come in.

Grade: B. Cool match and a cool debut. I don’t know who Ruas is, but he is promising. And a Matt Riddle and Killian Dain match would be awesome. I am really excited for that match.

Backstage, we had the Street Profits cutting a promo in the dressing room, saying that Bobby Fish and Kyle O’Reilly keep asking for a match with them. They said that the street profits run the NXT Tag division. Cool stuff.

Into the NXT Breakout Tournament, we had Dexter Lumis vs. Bronson Reed. Lumis was super creepy coming to the ring, while Reed just looked dangerous when he showed up. The two exchanged power moves, and Lumis quickly showed how agile he is by kipping up from a huge hit, and also being able to do a flip out of the ring. Lumis was still super creepy during the match, mostly because he licked Reed while having him in a cravat. At one point, Lumis looked for a swanton bomb, which Reed dodged, before giving him a back suplex, and then pulling the straps of his singlet down for a top tope splash.

Grade: B-. Reed didn’t really impress me here, but Lumis definitely did. He had some really cool character work, and impressed with his offense. He will be an awesome sadistic heel. I don’t know what Reed will be, there are enough big men who are bigger, and better. Maybe they just didn’t have chemistry, but I guess we will see later on.

We then saw Tyler Breeze, who was in the middle of an interview where he was confronted by the forgotten sons. They said things have changed since he has been around, to which he responds “not everything, I remember you guys.” He asks if Jaxson Ryker is Buddy Murphy, so Ryker gets right up in his face. Breeze doesn’t look intimidated, and walks away.

Then we had Apollo Crews vs. Kushida, in an awesome throwback to when Crews was actually used. Crews was given a heroes welcome, and the two babyfaces started with a handshake. Kushida showed off his amazing technical ability, keeping Crews on the mat for a long time. Apollo showed off his strength advantage with a stalling vertical suplex, at one point only holding with one hand. Kushida worked over the arm as much as he could, softening Crews up for the sakuraba lock. Crews made sure to keep on Kushida with tough strikes and even some flying offense. As Crews went to the top rope, Kushida met him up there, and used a takedown from the arm to get Crews on the mat, and then tapped him out to the Sakuraba lock.

Grade: B. Fun match, great to see all of Crews’ moveset, and for him to be treated like an actual threat. Crews looked great here, and Kushida looked as good as he always does. Good stuff.

Keith Lee was then interviewed about his tenure in NXT, where he complained about not actually getting any opportunities. He hasn’t gotten a single title shot, and said that he wants to change that. To do so, he will have to take down Damian Priest in their match next week, so that he can prove how much he is worth.

And in the main event, Adam Cole is having his SECOND championship defense, because he fought Akira Tozawa for it at the Evolve show last week. He cut a promo about how he has been travelling on a bit of a championship tour, showing everyone how good he is. Although he is the greatest NXT champion in history, but he will still be a fighting champion. And then he said he would defend it against one of the guys from Jonnny Gargano’s old wrestling school. His name is Twon Tucker I think. Cole said that this would be the opportunity of a lifetime, and he would do so on his own. Tucker said that it was too bad, because Gargano was with him. They didn’t get to have the championship match, as Johnny Gargano rushed the ring and beat down Adam Cole. The two brawled all over the arena, and eventually had to be seperated by referees. Not that that stopped Johnny, as he gave Cole a huge running crossbody off the stage and continued the attacked in the ring, nailing two superkicks and locking in the gargano escape. Cole was tapping while in the hold.

Grade; B+. Really good stuff here. This feud is actually awesome, as they seem like they totally hate each other and would kill one another if they could. I am certainly not opposed to another match between the two, but I hope that they will get separated afterwards. Should be a great match. Also, cool of them to give some screen time to a guy who is still learning the ropes. Good for you Tucker.

#hazyheel #wwe #nxt #wwe nxt #pro wrestling #wwe review #nxt review #wwe nxt review #pro wrestling review #nxt takeover toronto II #wwe nxt 7/17/19 #adam cole #johnny gargano #twon tucker #kushida #apollo crews

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Red vs Blue fic: Gift of the Magi (4/12)

Summary: Wash has already gone through too much, been broken too often. So when they get captured by Hargrove together, Tucker figures he has one job: until the cavalry shows up, keep Wash alive and (relatively) sane. No matter the cost.

Unfortunately, Wash is just as determined to protect him.

Parings: None. Warnings: Canon-typical language, aftermath of canonical character death, psychological torture, hallucinations, hallucinated child harm, mentions of torture and suicide, fake-out character death.

Notes: Also available on AO3!

The guards come to get Tucker out of his cell, and he doesn't fight them. He never fights them. He agreed to this, and he knows what happens if he stops playing nice.

But he knows what's waiting for him in the lab, and he feels sick as they march him down the hallway. He's tired of watching his friends die. He's tired of his friends killing him. He wants to know why the fuck the others haven't come to get them yet. It's got to have been at least three days by now.

Sure, he could understand the Reds fucking around and wasting time. Simmons would need to make a spreadsheet, and Sarge would want to build a robot. Grif would just say "meh" and find another bag of cheetos. But Carolina? Being an actual badass is her entire job.

Not to mention that Tucker and Wash are supposed to be heroes of Chorus now. Rescuing them should be Kimball's priority number one.

Hargrove can't be hidden that well.

(He doesn't want to think about the last simulation, where the mercs managed to activate the Purge. It didn't touch Tucker because of the sword, so he spent hours wandering around finding body after body after body— But Tucker knows they destroyed that temple. And if Hargrove had managed to kill everyone somehow, he would have already gloated about it.)

Tucker hears voices, and suddenly he realizes that they're not taking him to the lab, they're taking him to—

—the mess hall?

It must be lunch or dinner, because it's pretty full. They don't take him to the food line, though, they take him straight to a table . . . where Wash is waiting for him.

Helmet off. Two food trays sitting in front of him.

Wash.

"What the fuck," says Tucker.

"Hargrove didn't want us meeting anywhere private," says Wash, and he's—he's not being shot or tortured or drowned, and he's not trying to kill Tucker, he's just sitting at the table looking tired and stressed like after a really bad session with the new recruits.

Tucker sits down with a thump. Everything feels vaguely unreal. He thought he was heading into another simulation, and here he is having lunch with Wash. Or dinner. Or breakfast, what the fuck ever.

"Private Tucker, status report."

"Oh my God, give that a rest," Tucker says without thinking, and then he realizes that Wash is looking at him with actual concern.

Shit.

He grabs a spoon and shovels a big mound of pudding into his mouth to give himself time to think.

He can't let Wash know what's happening. Wash will blame himself, and then try to take Tucker's place, and the whole reason Tucker got into this mess was to avoid a matinee showing of Wash 2: Now With More Crazy.

"Well," he says, "there's this really hot scientist who can't get enough of me, if you know what I mean."

Wash goes still. "What do you mean?"

"Fuck you, I could totally be banging her!" Tucker snaps, and relaxes when he sees Wash roll his eyes.

"But you're not."

". . . But she just wants a lot of blood samples. Because of the whole alien baby thing." Tucker scoops up another mound of pudding and goes on the offensive. "What's up with you? I thought you made some kind of deal."

"I, uh. Hargrove has me . . . training his soldiers." Wash's voice cracks slightly, the way it does when he's uncomfortable, and all Tucker can feel is relief. Because awkward Wash isn't crazy Wash. Because he's obviously feeling guilty that he's cooperating with the enemy at all, but making Charon mercenaries do squats isn't going to hurt anyone, and more importantly, it's not going to hurt Wash.

Tucker managed to protect him, and he feels fiercely, desperately proud.

He fucking did that.

"So you're finally training soldiers you can actually work to death? It's like all your dreams come true."

Wash mutters something under his breath.

"What?"

"Just . . . eat your dinner."

Okay, so it's dinner time. That's nice to know.

There's something rubbery on his plate that looks vaguely like chicken. Tucker prods at it with his fork, and then gives it a bite.

Synthetic protein. Bleh.

He feels a little curl of unease in his gut, and he's not sure why, because things are great. Wash is fine, and he doesn't suspect a thing, and Tucker isn't going to be strapped into that machine for another hour at least.

And then, as he swallows down synthetic protein, he realizes: he's waiting for it all to go wrong.

He's waiting for this to be another simulation. One where the pudding is poisoned, or there are snipers in the mess hall, or Wash just casually reaches over and stabs a knife between the tendons in his hand—

"This is part of being a soldier, Private," Wash says patiently. "I need to train you to resist interrogation," and fuck it hurts but Tucker doesn't want to fail again so he holds still while Wash shoves another knife in and it hurts it hurts and Church is screaming TUCKER IT'S NOT REAL—

"Tucker?"

Tucker almost chokes on his food and he's pretty sure his heart literally misses a beat. But he manages to swallow, and then he instantly starts babbling the first thing that comes into his head.

"Yeah, do you think the Army of Chorus gives out medals for surviving enemy captivity? Or chicks. I would take chicks instead of a medal. I asked Kimball about that after the Staff of Charon but she just said some shit about not abusing my rank."

Wash rolls his eyes. "Never mind," he says, and Tucker's heartbeat starts to slow down again.

As long as Wash is annoyed, it's okay, because that means he isn't suspicious.

It's going to be okay.

Tucker has got this.

When the guards take Tucker away again, the first thing Wash does is sigh in relief.

Because Tucker's all right. He's obviously tense, more worried than he wants to let on, but he's all right.

And he still doesn't know.

Wash honestly wasn't sure that he'd be able to keep the secret.

Tucker was there in those first days after Sidewinder, when Wash suddenly had no goals, no revenge to carry out, no prison to escape, and his mind started to tear itself apart because pain was the only thing that felt familiar anymore. Tucker was also there after the crash on Chorus, when Wash's brain kept stuttering between the Hand of Merope and the Mother of Invention and simulated crashes that Alpha saw.

And somewhere along the line, Tucker decided that he was responsible for Wash's sanity. There are times Wash still doesn't understand why, any more than he understands why Caboose insisted that they keep him and call him Church—

he choked on the name in those first weeks, he told Caboose to shut up again and again until Tucker shoved him against the wall and shouted you shut the fuck up, but Caboose kept calling him Church, Church, we're best friends, aren't we, Church? until Wash said yes because he had used up all his defiance on the Director and prison and the Meta, and he was willing to let these people remake him into whatever they wanted, but all they did was sing him happy birthday, and wake him from his nightmares, and call him Church until the name stopped hurting and for the first time in years he felt like he was truly Wash

—the point is, Tucker has gotten far too good at telling when something is wrong. Wash was terrified that he'd take one look and simply know about the cold, foreign weight squatting at the back of his skull. That maybe he'd guess what Wash has started thinking about failsafes and self-destructs—that even if they're rescued, maybe there's no getting the Mark IV out and this time Wash is finally fucked up beyond repair.

But he didn't. He didn't guess, and he's not hurt. Wash has never, ever been so glad to hear Tucker ramble about his chances of banging somebody inappropriate.

If Wash can just keep Tucker safe, then it will all be worth it. Even if he doesn't come back from this, it will still be worth it.

The thought gives him strength over the next couple days, as he waits for Hargrove to send him on his next mission. He's a little frightened by how easily he starts hoping for the mission, and not their friends—but keeping Hargrove happy is all Wash can do right now.

He can't afford any mistakes.

So he practices with the Mark IV again and again, flips the safety off again and again, lets it spin him through maneuvers and fire his guns and throw his knives. He can do this. He has to do this.

And then finally Hargrove sends him out.

It's the same instructions as last time: infiltrate, and download information from a computer. But this time it's a military base, not far from the ruins of Armonia. Wash was there just a few weeks ago, which means he knows something about where the guards are going to be.

He also knows how unlikely it is that he'll be able to get in and out without hurting anyone or getting caught.

He can't get caught. Hargrove made that very clear: he fails, and Tucker pays the price.

Wash doesn't want to hurt anyone. The soldiers on Chorus trust him, less than the Reds and Blues do but more than anyone should. He doesn't want to go back to being that cold-blooded soldier who would shoot anyone to get what he wanted.

He will, if that's the only way to keep his team alive. Wash isn't proud of that, but it's a fact.

This is also a fact: he will try as hard as he can to find another way.

Several flash-bang grenades and two fire alarms later, Wash thinks he may be able to pull this off. The base is halfway evacuated, and he's at the computer, watching the information download. If his luck just holds a few more minutes, he can get out the way he came and get back to the Pelican, another mission complete.

He thinks briefly of trying to use the computer to send a message. But he's willing to bet that the Mark IV is recording everything he sees. Wash was able to get away with dropping the knife—he was careful not to look at what he was doing—but if he sends an email, Hargrove will probably find out. And there will be consequences.

Wash just has to go back, and trust in their friends to find them.

"Hello," says Caboose, from right behind him.

Time slows down.

It's like the moment that Epsilon tried to kill himself in Wash's head. In those last seconds, their brains meshed, thoughts aligned, and Wash experienced time at the speed of a dying AI, lightspeed compared to human thought but an agonizing crawl for Epsilon as subroutines returned ERROR, ERROR, END OF FILE. Wash listened to his own heartbeat and heard each weary thud minutes apart, and the two of them wished together that it would all stop.

It's like that now.

Thud, he understands that Caboose is there with him, that there are probably more soldiers nearby, that this is a trap and he might be saved—but Tucker's not here, and they'll kill him if Wash doesn't come back—

Thud, and he's turning, and he know he needs to stop this, stop himself, but there's no time. There's no time and he's not the one raising his pistol, it's the Mark IV moving him and it says, Target acquired.

He doesn't hear his next heartbeat.

Because the gun fires.

The gun fires and Wash can almost see the path the bullet takes through the air, with the same remorseless clarity that Alpha saw every one of his mistakes. He sees and he sees and he can do nothing, and it's like his nightmares about shooting Donut, knowing what's about to happen and not able to stop it—

Why did you do that? What's wrong with you?

Then there's blood spattered around the hole in the visor of Caboose's helmet, and Caboose is falling backward as the Mark IV drones, Target eliminated.

I was just following orders.

#rvb fic #lavernius tucker #agent washington #red vs blue #rvb #my fic #fanfic #my fic: gift of the magi

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tvip11-fics · 7 years

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A/N: This is for @ladyaudentium who drew me a pic of happy dark gray with baby Jax! Sorry if this sucks, I originally was trying to write a drabble but then my brain decided to run with it lol.

Dark Gray AU + A budding friendship between Sam and Val. Warnings: A little bit of language

Sam almost knocked, then hesitated, and then almost knocked again. She huffed. This shouldn’t be that hard.

Valerie now was way different from the Valerie she used to know, at least, that’s what she kept telling herself as she pulled into the driveway of Valerie’s beach house.

And speaking of beach houses, holy shit, Valerie’s was huge. With two stories and a crazy wrap around porch, the house contained three bathrooms, four bedrooms, a basement that Sam vaguely remembers being filled with liquor from her high school days, and a hot tub in the back that most of the football team lost their virginity in.

Sam sighed and the salty wind brushed past her and played with the end her lab coat. It’s not hard to knock. And Valerie called her, so that means she wanted her to come over. So why, why, why-?

Valerie swung open the door and sighed in relief. She pulled the scientist into a tight hug. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

When Valerie let her go, Sam took a chance to look her up and down. Valerie was still curvy and pretty and rich to boot, but with her hair in a messy bun, no makeup on her face and her outfit being composed of an old Casper High t-shirt and shorts, she almost looked…middle class.

“I didn’t think you would come,” said Valerie as she brought Sam inside. “Just, y’know, after high school and not really being…nice to you or Fenton.”

Sam readjusted the bag on her shoulder. “Well, I’m not gonna deny someone who’s in need.” Sam looked around the living room for signs of the rare gecko that Valerie said she needed to be tested. “Where is it, by the way?”

Valerie made a face. “Okay, what if, hypothetically, the gecko was not a gecko?”

Sam frowned. “Don’t tell me you called me about a dog.” Tucker had done that to her more times than she could count.

Valerie let out a funny laugh. “Well, it’s not a dog either.”

“Then what is it?”

Valerie motioned for her to follow her and Sam complied. They went up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom at the end. Valerie placed her hand on the knob. “Alright, don’t freak out,” she warned.

Valerie swung the door open. “Holy shit,” said Sam.

“I told you not to freak out!”

“Holy shit!”

In Valerie’s bathtub was a merman. And not some weirdo in a costume either, a real, live actual merman whose big ass tail hung over the rim of the tub, allowing water to drip all over the linoleum floor.

“Valerie,” he said, baritone voice going through one of Sam’s ears and out the other, “you should’ve told me were expecting guests. I would’ve put on a shirt.”

Sam gawked at him. “This has to be a dream.”

“Well, it isn’t,” said Valerie as she got down on her knees and reached behind the merman’s head to turn on the cold water. Part of his tail had grown crusty, and he was looking pale, or rather, as pale as one could with blue skin. Two clear indicators that he needed more water. “Sadly, this is one hundred percent real.”

The merman frowned, his fin beating defiantly against the tub. “Sadly? I’ll have you know that most people would be begging for something this awe-inspiring to happen to them.”

“Oh really?” Valerie stopped the water just as it reached the rim of the tub. “Well I bet sixty percent of those people would either eat you or dissect you for science in a heartbeat.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but closed it once he realized he was fighting a losing battle.

“What’s your name?” asked Sam as she gripped at the strap of her bag.

“Dan,” he said as he tilted his head slightly to avoid the water getting in his face.

“Dan,” she pondered on it for a moment. “Huh. Doesn’t sound very aquatic.”

The end of his tail flipped up in irritation. “What the hell were you expecting? Ariel?”

Sam blinked. “D-Did you show him The Little Mermaid? Of all things?”

“Hey, in my defense, he’s very annoying when he gets bored and my tablet is waterproof,” she said as she pulled back, her hand getting caught in Dan’s wet locks. They were slightly slimy, probably from the natural mucus that coated his body. It was one of the many, many, many gross things that she’d learned about his body over the past two weeks. “Also, he was very curious,” she said as she wiped her hand on her leg, not caring that it was going to be crusty later.

“And,” chimed in Dan, “I am very offended by what you idiot humans think of merpeople.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day,” said Valerie as she heaved herself up, “ ‘Cause Sam isn’t an idiot human, she’s a super awesome scientist who’s gonna help you with your tail.”

Sam gulped. “Uh, Valerie, I’ve never really worked with mermaids before.”

“Well, you were killer in Anatomy, so just combine a fish and a human and just roll with it,” said Valerie simply.

Sam frowned. “I don’t think that’s how that works.”

Dan huffed. “I don’t care what you have to do as long as you can get me out this damn tub.”

“He’s injured,” explained Valerie. As if that were his cue, Dan lifted up his tail to show off as much of his wound as he could without hurting himself. Sam was able to catch a glimpse of the chunk of missing tail, the white fat and pink muscle puffy and slightly red. “I was hoping you could do something, like test his blood and make mermaid Neosporin or something?”

“Test my blood?” Dan flicked his fin. “That sounds like it involves something sharp.”

“It may or may not involve a needle.”

Each one of Dan’s iridescent scales shivered in a wave-like fashion before his fear finally traveled up his spine. He attempted to stuff himself into the bathtub, getting water all over the place in the process. “No. No, no, no-.”

Valerie groaned. “Good God, it’s not a fish hook!”

“If it pokes then it’s a fish hook to me!” he hissed.

Sam cast Valerie a look. “Is he afraid of needles?”

“Yes, even though he shouldn’t be because he has two rows of friggin’ razor sharp teeth!”

“My teeth and sharp objects are two different things!”

"Well, that's the only way I can get blood," explained Sam.

Dan crossed his arms and sunk into the bathtub, sloshing more water everywhere. At this rate, Valerie was going to be paying at least two grand a month on her water bill alone.

"Then I guess I'm never getting healed and I'll die in this stupid bathtub," he hissed.

Valerie sighed. "I'll hold your hand." Another thing Valerie discovered was that Dan was incredibly touchy. He liked to latch onto her, play with her hair, even hold her hand if she allowed it. When asked if all merpeople were like that, he simply dodged the question.

Dan's brows jumped. "I thought you said my hands were too cold."

"Your whole body is cold," she said, "but if holding your hand will get you through this thing then so be it."

Dan slipped his hand out of the water and latched onto Valerie's. She fought the urge to shiver and pull away. "Fine,” he said, “but I want a human kiss later.”

Sam looked at Valerie for an explanation of a “human kiss”, but all she got was a soft shake of the head. “Maybe, if you’re good,” she said.

Dan nodded and turned to Sam. “Stab me.”

Sam turned toward her bag and pulling out a vial and syringe. Valerie could feel Dan's grip tighten on her hand as he watched her clean the needle.

"Hey," said Valerie. "Look at me."

Dan turned to her, a bit of fear in his eye. It was weird, seeing him like this, almost childlike and pouty; so different from the haughty merman she had found stranded on the beach.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Sam was about to draw his blood. She needed to keep his attention. "Hey, wanna hear a human secret?"

The ends of his fin stood up in the air. "Secret?"

"Yeah. It's the reason we even formed a system of government and some say it will be our downfall and destroy all of mankind."

Dan rose a brow as Sam found his vein. "Really?" He leaned in slightly. "Tell me."

"Barbeque sauce."

Dan blinked. "What the fuck is barbe- Ow!" He cast Sam a dirty look as she took the blood.

"Sorry!" she said as she watched the vial fill up.

He turned back to Valerie, baring his teeth at her. "You did that on purpose."

"Yeah, it's called a distraction, sweetie."

Dan death gripped her hand until Sam was done. When she finally pulled out the needle and bandaged his arm, he let go, leaving Valerie's hand coated in slime. She wiped her hand on her pants.

"I think this should be enough," said Sam as she filled the vial and screwed it shut. She slipped it into her bag for safe keeping. "I'll call you if I find out anything."

"I'm going to walk her to the door," said Valerie. She glared at him like a mother reprimanding her children. "Do not try to leave this tub."

"Aye, aye, captain," he said, fingers messing with the bandage on his arm.

Valerie shut the door behind them and they went down the stairs together. "So, ‘human kiss’ ?”

Valerie groaned. “He thinks they’re special. Apparently, mermaids don’t kiss for romantic reasons, they kiss to bite each other’s tongues off.”

Sam’s nose scrunched up. “Gross.”

“He said it shows dominance.”

“Double gross.”

Valerie smiled. “I know right?”

Sam sighed wistfully as they reached the bottom step. This weird visit to Valerie’s wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. "I just- I can't believe you found a mermaid. Like an actual mermaid.” She scoffed. “My coworkers are gonna flip-."

Valerie covered Sam's mouth with her hand. "No. You are not allowed to tell anybody about this. Even Danny. Got it?"

Sam nodded and Valerie moved her hand away. "Well, I'm gonna have to tell them something when I test this blood at the lab tonight," explained Sam.

Valerie pushed back her hair, only for her curls to fall right back into her face. "Tell them it's a super rare fish or something. Just please don't tell them about Dan. He's caused me enough trouble."

Sam nodded as she reached the door. "Alright. And hey, for the record, you really should get Dan outta that tub. Him swimming around might actually help him heal up a bit."

"So you want me to lug his big ass down to my pool? What if my neighbors see?"

"That's why you do it at night." Sam reached for the handle of the front door. "And if it really is a hassle getting him out of the house, then I can help you if you really need me to."

Valerie gawked at her. "Really?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not like we're in high school anymore," said Sam.

Valerie almost pondered on the thought, but a crash upstairs interrupted her thoughts. Sam snickered. “I guess he’s getting impatient for his ‘human kiss’.”

“That fishy fucker,” growled Valerie as she bounded up the stairs.

Sam giggled as she closed the door. This was definitely not a regular visit.

+Bonus!

She bounded up the stairs, praying to God that Dan hadn't broken the tub or worse.

When she opened the bathroom door, she found him in the bath, ripped shower curtain in hand and the metal bar on the ground. "I didn't try to leave."

Valerie placed her hands on her hips. "Then what happened?”

"My tail knocked into it," he explained. "I was being good."

Valerie sighed and bent down to pick up the bar. "Of course you were."

He beat his fin against the tub. "And since I was so good, I think I deserve my human kiss now," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Why do you have to call it a human kiss?" said Valerie. "Just call it a kiss."

"Because it's different from my kiss," he said.

Valerie adjusted the bar as she placed it back. "Uh..."

He beat his tail again. "Just one. Please?" he begged.

"Jeez, fine." She kneeled down beside the tub and braced her arm against the other side. "Just...don't do anything weird."

She leaned in close and Dan grabbed onto the back of her shirt, pulling her down toward him. He was eager; pressing his lips against hers as soon as he could reach them. His lips felt slick and cold, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his tongue- maybe tongues? -against hers as she relaxed into the kiss.

He reached up, putting his hand in her hair like he saw humans do in the movies he'd watch on Valerie's tablet. He liked the way her mouth felt, warm and wet. A happy sound escaped him, and he wanted more.

Valerie pulled away, her lips wet with saliva. Dan hummed and beat his fin against the tub. "I like your mouth," he said, grinning. "Again?"

Valerie stood up, her face flushed. "Maybe later."

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