#danny stalking steve

[ltcdrmcgarrett]

‘Make Me Kai’ aka The Episode Where Steve Played Hide and Seek with Danny the Whole Time

[aliidarling]

Danny ghostface and him falling in love at first sight with oblivious fem reader

With squirting but no degration plz

Sfw and nsfw plz

love potions

DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!

summary; danny falls in love with you at first sight and grows an obsession.

warnings: danny, smut, blood, fingering, nice danny because he’s low key ooc, he’s OBSESSED with us, stalker danny kinda, praise, dumb n naive reader if u think abt it

no beta read we die like danny’s victims 😈

nsfw content below!!

danny never thought of himself as the type of person to fall in love. he thought his whole life would be full of blood and gore, and when he eventually got taken away by the dark fog and spawned into the entity’s realm, his future twisted into a more dark scene.

slashing, hooking and tunneling became his routine. he would spawn into trials and do his very best to kill them all, sending them back into the sky with little polaroids as memories. he liked to keep the photos and tuck them away underneath his bed back at his killer shack.

but when he first laid his eyes on you, it was like a rock had dropped right onto his head and see two. you were so gorgeous he almost tripped, earning a small giggle from the suriviors he was currently chasing, steve. a low scoff rumbles through his chest at the sound of steve making fun of him, his eyes narrowing immediately.

“shut the fuck up.” he hisses, grabbing the boy by his collar as he attempts to vault through a window. steve yelps at the sudden grab, wiggling around in his iron grasp as he’s dragged to the nearest hook. a scream echoes throughout the trial grounds, taunting all the survivors how one of them had fallen. how they would be next.

that would normally be the case— but right now danny had something else on his mind. he went into stealth mode once he was at a safe distance from steve, following the scratch marks you had unknowingly left. a little trail of breads crumbs that led him right to you. you crouched in front of a generator, your hands busy with fixing the wired mess the laid inside the machine.

his eyes were glued to you, every lingering thought of the trial slipping through his mind. he couldn’t focus, not when you sat there looking absolutely gorgeous as the moonlight illuminated your face. your soft skin, long lashes, kissable lips and gentle smile—

yeah, he was obsessed.

did you spill a love potion over his head when you weren’t looking? cast witch craft over him? why was his heart pounding so loud? you needed to go. he couldn’t work properly with your pretty face sitting there innocently.

he straightened his posture to lunge at you, but his legs didn’t move. he couldn’t do it. who the hell were you? and why were you so hell bent on taking his breath away?

he had just met you and you were already ruining his life, to his utter dismay. you were taunting his thoughts and distracting him from his goal— sacrificing you all. he groans and starts to walk off, looking for another survivor to stalk and kill. he wouldn’t find any pleasure in downing you. he didn’t know why, but it was something about your pretty face.

he decides on just snapping a few quick shots. he grasps ahold of his camera and positions it at the best possible angle, catching your perfect sweet face and pretty hair, catching how you’re so focused on the generator. the camera shuttle makes a quick flash and catches your attention, but as you turn quickly to find the source he’s already gone, stalking and creeping up on his next victim.

he finds you later, cluelessly walking around the map in search for hatch. he ponders over what he should do with you for a minute. he can either kill you and get it over with, or have some fun with you and eventually give you hatch.

a long few seconds pass of him tapping his chin in thought before he finds himself behind you, peeking you. he lungs forward, arms out, giggling.

“BOO!” he screeched in your ear. your reaction is exactly what he wanted; you immediately scream and stumble forward, falling face down onto the dirt. he almost cringes as he sees you look up at him with a terrified expression, pretty face covered in mud.

“a-ah! oh my god—“ you stammer over your words, not really knowing what to say as you crawl back, frantically patting dirt off your bottom. it was one of your first trials and you had never seen this cloaked man before. your doe eyes scan him, breath quivering, brows furrowing in confusion.

“..you.. you look… like a halloween mascot.” you frown. your fists clench at your sides, standing up and shuffling further from him.

he stares at you blankly from behind his eye holes, unsure on how to respond.

“i’m not a mascot, sweetheart. i’m the killer.” he narrows his eyes at you, making a stabby motion with his hunting knife. you flinch, blinking rapidly. you were too cute, gosh.

“i mean, i know, but like, i would see you at a spirit halloween or something, y’know?” you say hesitantly, stepping up. his eyes gauge out of his sockets as you grow closer. why were you getting closer to him? were you stupid? did you hit your head when you fell?

“what are you doing.“ he stares at you with a confused expression. his cheeks can’t help but flush as you step so close your nose is centimeters away from his chest, your eyes looking at him up and down in awe. it was like you met your hero, your pupils filled with a childish excitement. he almost wants to pet you.

“inspecting you.” you mumble gently, looking at his robe closely. you peer behind him at the floating ribbons attached to the back of his outfit. you reach a hand out to touch one and it immediately moves away, somehow. your lips gape in surprise and curiosity.

“they move by themselves!” you say excitedly.

he’s seconds away from killing you. well, that’s what he tells himself. but deep down he knows if he saw a single scratch on you he’d go insane.

“mmm, yeah. entity did it herself. shows our connection, i guess? favoritism is a funny thing.” he snickers.

“what’s an entity?”

he sighs.

it’s been a few weeks for you since that encounter with the robed man. you’ve seen him every now and then maybe, occasionally getting paired with him. for some reason you always find yourself getting hatch those trials even though in every other trial you’re in you brutally die.

your skill set.. isn’t very good. some of the other survivors aren’t the nicest to you and it sucks. they keep a distance from you, their eyes always glued to your back and whispering snarky remarks. you could hear their voices but you didn’t do anything about it, not having the courage.

one trial you’re paired with, so far, steve. you haven’t seen anyone else yet. you’re working on a generator with him when he suddenly messes it up, causing it to explode in his face. his expression drops and he groans, glancing at you with a flash of anger.

“god damn it, you messed me up!”

you blink stupidly at him, pointing at yourself with a ‘who, me?’ look.

he narrows his eyes further, about to yell at you before something white flashes behind you in a bush. his eyes widen immediately and he knows who the killer is, he’s dealt with this manic so many times that his ears have adapted to immediately notice the sound of his robe wrinkling in the wind. the sound of the shutter was a dead give away as well.

he rushes off without another word, leaving you to ‘die’. well, that’s what he thinks.

danny scoffs from his position in the bush, watching one of his favorite victims scurry off like a wimp, leaving you for your supposed end. he stands to his full height and tucks his knife in, walking up to your figure that hasn’t even noticed him yet, still innocently working at the generator.

“boo.” he whispers in your ear, cackling lowly at how you flinch and cause the generator to explode in your face. you stumble back against his legs, your butt on the floor. you look up and are met with his shrieking mask looking down at you, tilting his head silently.

you immediately relax at the familiar sight of the man.

“danny, you scared me.” you frown, getting up, patting dirt off your butt. he watches, hoping one day he could help you pat away the dirt without freaking you out if his hand accidentally drifts too close to your pretty parts.

“didn’t mean to, doll. you look cute when you’re concentrated. like a lil’ piggy.” he grins.

“did you just call me a pig?” you make a face.

“no, it was a black christmas reference.” his eye twitches.

the rest of the match goes smoothly. smoothly for danny, that is. all your friends die by his hands, getting their bodies stabbed several times with a camera blinding them in their last few seconds before they drift off. he’s in a cocky mood now, high on the feeling of getting a 3k.

it would of been a 4k if you weren’t there, but he’d rather force himself into an hour long conversation with steve then see you bleeding and choking on your own blood.

he’s following behind you closely, practically rubbing against you as you search for hatch. he hums gently in your ear, his hands tugging at your shirt from behind, wanting your attention. you could feel the pout he had on his face.

“you’ve been walking in circles, sweets. this is the third time we’ve passed shack.” he muses, tucking your head under his chin, cuddling into you from behind. you’ve become so used to his clingy nature and his touch that you don’t question it, instead frowning and looking around.

he was right. you had passed shack three times now. you just couldn’t find hatch for some odd reason.

“i can’t find it.” you huff with a small whiney tone. he smiles and squeezes you against him, making grabby motions at your tummy a little.

“we don’t need to be in such a rush, y’know. time ain’t a thing here.” he practically seduces you, leaning so his mouth would be next to your ear if it weren’t for his mask, his voice sending goosebumps down your back. his hands play with the hem of your shirt.

“what do you mean? the hatch is waiting for me, and it’s cold here. i wanna be back at the campfire.” you mutter.

he scoffs at that, hiding his subtle hurt. he decides not to take offense, remembering you were too sweet and dumb to realize what you said was a little mean.

“i could warm you up. c’mon, follow me, pleaseee?” he says, a hidden intention underneath his words.

you sigh, giving in reluctantly. he giggles excitedly and tugs you alongside him like a child, pulling(dragging) you with him to the shack.

when he said he wanted to warn you up, you didn’t think that would mean you in his lap with his hand shoved under your skirt. he was knuckle deep in your pussy, gently abusing your g spot as he soothes and shushes your cries. your moans were so pretty to him, like a rhythmical tune persuading him to push deeper and deeper.

“shh, shh, i’ve gotcha’ baby, you’re sooo wet.” he giggles the last few words, thrusting his fingers in and out faster and faster. you’re legs flail around weakly, your back flush to his chest. as his thick fingers delve deeper you can do nothing but cry out his name, head leaning back against his shoulder with your eyes squeezed shut.

“d-danny! please— gentle— gentle—“ you’re practically shaking in his grasp and he thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. your eyes fluttered shut, glassy tears welling up in the corner, lips tugging into an adorable pout in a weak attempt to conceal your moans..

“i am being gentle, silly baby.” he mocks you by fastening his pace, stripping you of more noises. you sound like a broken record at this point. whimpering over and over again for him, letting out barely coherent words. your limbs are flailing around as you try to grasp onto him, afraid you’ll collapse if he continues. he hums along to your soft cries, his gloved thumb brushing against your clit.

you gasp softly into the air as you feel your clit get brushed against, the bundle of nerves reacting by clamping down around his thick fingers. he coo’d into your ear, mumbling sweet nothings; he repositions his hand so one is focusing on rubbing against your g spot nice and deep inside you, his other hand wrapped around to rub your clit.

the double stimulation makes your eyes roll back, words getting caught on the tip of your tongue. your pussy clenches down hard and he can already tell you’re drifting over the edge. he hugs you tighter and quickens his pace, nuzzling the plastic of his mask into your hair.

“shhh, c’mon, you’ve got it, ruin my gloves with that messy cunt of yours.” he whispers, watching with his dark eyes as your pussy spasms and coats the fabric of his gloves with your cum. your orgasm drips down his fingers, still shoved deep inside you, gently swirling it around teasingly.

“good girl. let’s get you cleaned up and on your way to hatch, yeah?”

[hoodienanami]

"Ruffians like you excite me."

i have pretty mixed feelings on Danny Boyle's Pistol as a whole but i really like this moment where Steve Jones first meets Malcolm McLaren and Vivienne Westwood. playing Je t'aime moi non plus (the erotic French song famously banned from Top Of The Pops due to the moaning in it being interpreted as the sounds of an orgasm) as McLaren's interest in Jones is piqued- and as Jones starts talking about the gay sex he's had- is such a stroke of genius, makes me think about the quote in England's Dreaming where McLaren describes Jones as having 'seduced' him

Thomas Brodie-Sangster is incredible as McLaren. hes got all of his mannerisms down perfectly and i love how he stalks around Toby Wallace's Jones like a cat circling its prey. those two have such wonderful chemistry in this show it's hard not to want to clip all of their scenes together. Sangster is able to make McLaren seem like a fatherly figure towards Jones while also making him seem deeply untrustworthy. a perfect portrayal imo

Talulah Riley is also great here, she really embodies the parental strictness that Westwood was known for

and don't even get me started on how McLaren is wearing the gay cowboys shirt while all of this is happening...

[bambi-kinos]

Hey, I am different nonny, just in case, and I really love your analysis, just wanted to bring up a slightly different opinion.

I don't think we can take everything Danny Laine said as a concrete truth. The reason I say this is because depending on who was closer to who in Paul & Linda relationship when they were scorned - the takes on their relationship greatly differed. I've seen tons of things about Linda being calculating and relentless, stalking Paul from 1967 until she got him. Linda controlling who had access to Paul in entertainment circles, especially the women near him. Linda hating Jane, to the point described in this quote "when Linda came on the scene she made sure that all his old pals that knew and liked Jane were excluded" from Barry Miles. JoJo Laine, Danny's ex-wife, also said Linda was jealous of Jane, hated Linda in general and even claimed that Linda tried to seduce Danny, while Linda hated her to bits in return.

Another thing that immediately comes to mind is an account from Dave Spinozza, who pretty much just wanted to get into Paul's pants, and he framed his firing like this: "we sort of had a falling out. I had a little bit of, actually not with him, I had a little falling out with Linda and it just didn’t work out". He fully blamed Linda for it, even though Paul was uncomfortable with him.

And of course, I am sure Paul had his domineering moments more than enough, arguing about Linda doing stuff he didn't like, but to me, it seems their relationship was on way more equal footing and Linda could hold her ground.

RIP to Denny Laine but he was a fuckboy and I imagine that a lot of the shit he said was out of spite. I absolutely believe that he would lie on purpose or that he misunderstood what was happening in front of him. Denny Laine is still one of the guys who almost murdered Paul and Linda by piloting an airplane while stoned:

Another, far more serious incident [on the 1976 Wings tour] caused Paul’s anger to explode. In flight, inebriated members of the band and entourage would sometimes enter the cockpit and hang out and chat with the laid-back Texan pilots charged with handling the tour plane. On one occasion, trumpeter Steve Howard, holder of a pilot’s license for smaller aircraft, was given a turn at the controls of the jet, acquitting himself admirably. Denny Laine, at the time perhaps worryingly reading a book entitled Anyone Can Fly, was also given a go in the pilot’s chair. After a few minutes, the real flight crew’s attentions having drifted, a call came through from air traffic control warning them that the plane was cruising several thousand feet below its agreed-upon altitude. According to Laine, “When you take anything off automatic pilot, it goes all over the place for a moment or two.” During another flight, one member of the miles-high party—reports differ as to the identity of the culprit—sent the plane into a dive, throwing everyone around the cabin. It was at this point that a furious McCartney discovered that, for some weeks, drunken members of his group had been taking turns flying the plane, with his wife and children on board. Never the most comfortable flier, Paul blew his top. From here on in, everyone in the touring party was banned from the cockpit. “Which is fair enough,” Howie Casey notes. “Even though I was pissed, I’d think, No, that’s silly.”

Man on the Run, Tom Doyle

To help relieve the tedium of the road, individual band members would often sneak off into the cockpit for a quick turn at the wheel, on one occasion sending the deluxe, specially equipped aircraft into a tailspin. McCartney, who had been playing cards with Linda and a couple of the road crew at the back of the aircraft, ended up in a very unhappy heap in the center aisle, screaming bloody blue murder at the highflying, spaced-out pranksters. Laine, who himself had a go, was piloting the plane on the basis of a book he was then reading called Anyone Can Fly, later the title of one of his most interesting solo albums. He comments: “When you take anything off automatic pilot it goes all over the place for a moment or two. At one point, Steve [the brass player] took the plane into a terrible dive, sending everybody at the back flying inside the plane. . . . Paul was very pissed off about that, yeah. Then he found out we'd all been flying for weeks. His bottle went, as they say.”

Blackbird: The Life and Times of Paul McCartney, Geoffrey Giuliano

(quotes from sounwise)

So whenever you read a quote from Denny where he whinges about Paul not ~letting him in~ after all those years in Wings, remember these quotes lmao.

I regard reports of Paul and Linda's marriage the same way I regard John and Yoko's marriage: the qualities that keep rising to the top are the ones that are true. Paul and Linda had a good marriage IMO, it's just that there's also signs that Paul's weirdness about money and his baggage meant that he could lose his temper and that he tried to push Linda around at times. I read Mccartney Legacy Vol 1 last year and that went into some detail about Paul's impatience with Linda's keyboarding skills. When Linda was trying to publish a book Paul is the who allegedly stopped it because he didn't like Linda having the spotlight. There's reports from the guy (surname Cox) who was co-writing a cookbook with Linda that there was tension around it and that he believed it was because Paul did not like Linda getting attention or that Paul was scared she wouldn't be there for him if she was doing something else.

If it was just Denny on his own saying this stuff I'd be more skeptical but he's not the only one.

When I say stuff like "Paul was difficult" or "Linda's marriage was fraught" that's what I'm thinking of. Paul is difficult to be married to (something he's admitted to with the embarrassed feet shuffling he does when he talks about his trad fetish) and Linda herself had a strong personality. It's natural for there to be conflict sometimes.

We also have lots of stories about what a solid couple Paul and Linda were and I think those were true too. Paul is a good father and he stuck it out with Linda when she was dying of cancer, something that can get men to split from a partnership. Like, it's obvious that they cared about each other and they liked being together. If Linda was planning to leave Paul then it was because she wanted to do something else and not be "Paul's wife" forever.

There's always some push/pull in a relationship. Sometimes Linda had to make some sacrifices for Paul's sake. Paul made some sacrifices for Linda too, publicly being a wifeguy when it meant taking a knock to his image and making him an even riskier prospect for anyone wanting to sign him. It wasn't a one sided relationship and it wasn't abusive. It's just that there's a possibility that they ran out the clock on their relationship and Paul's baggage didn't make that relationship easy in the first place.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

A Recipe for Disaster (Chap. 10)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9 | AO3

AAHHH!!!! I've had the majority of the wedding scene written since i started planning this AU, so you get two chapters in a row 😈 next chap will be the last and will include the coronation and a bit of an epilogue

Steve wakes up uncomfortable, but warm. 

He nuzzles his face into his pillow an–why is his pillow scratchy?

Blinking his eyes open, he sees Eddie looking down at him. “Good morning, sweetheart.” Eddie says, his voice low and raspy with sleep.

Steve smiles sleepily, pushing his face back onto Eddie’s chest. “We stayed out all night.”

“We did…” Eddie’s voice has a smile to it, and his arm tightens around Steve’s shoulders..

Wait.

Steve throws himself upright “We stayed out all night!” Eddie’s hand is rubbing Steve’s back as he has his short panic attack, and Steve turns to look at him. 

Steve catalogs the other man; He cannot be comfortable, and he stayed like that all night? His upper back and head are propped up on the trunk of the tree behind him, and from the look of the roots around him, he must have a big chunk of one digging into his lower back right now. Eddie doesn’t seem phased by that though, he only looks concerned for him.

Steve smiles, his panic settling into tired laughter as he hunches forward and puts his head in his hand. Eddie sits up beside him, crossing his legs and pulling Steve into his side. He feels more than hears Eddie's chuckles, and definitely feels the brush of what could only be his lips against the shoulder of his hoodie. 

Steve rubs his eyes clear of their sleep gunk and looks out around the lake, seemingly glowing in the soft pink light of the sunrise, the fog catching the rays as it rolls over the glass-smooth water. 

He stops on an odd sight though, There is a man rowing a boat a good ways away. Steve squints. “There’s a man on that boat.” he says aloud.

“Hmm?” Steve feels Eddie turn his head to look, keeping his cheek pressed to his shoulder. “Probably just a fisherman.” He turns back to place his lips on Steve’s shoulder, sending a thrill through him.

Yeah, that could make sense. They are a ways off from the palace, so this could be a random citizen, or maybe a palace worker getting in some early fishing before going into wo–

Steve watches as the man hastily sets the oar handles down into the boat, and fishes around for something at his feet, not taking his eyes off the two of them as he does. Steve’s stomach starts to tighten as he waits, starting to lean away from the man on instinct even though he must be at least 50 yards away.

The man finally gets a grip on what he was looking for and lifts it into Steve’s line of sight.

His stomach instantly turns to lead and drops down into his feet. Past his feet. And his heart is quick to follow.

Steve gulps. “With a video camera?” a legit video camera too. One of the big ones that are usually reserved for members of the media.

Eddie freezes beside him, doesn’t look up when Steve turns his head to him. 

That’s all he needs. 

“You’re pathetic.”

Steve throws Edmund off of him and stands, yanking the rest of his blanket out from under the dazed man.

He can hear Edmund scrabble in the dirt to get up behind him as he stalks off toward Sandy. 

“No, Stevie, wait! I have no idea–”

“You know, it’s really a shame you didn’t get me naked last night, huh? You motherFUCKER.” Steve turns halfway and throws his wadded up blanket in Edmund’s face, leaving him to struggle with it as Steve jogs the rest of the way to Sandy. Seeming to know the exact mood he’s in, Sandy is also ignoring Danny beside her, and nips at him when he gets too close to her.

“Steve, wait, I have nothing to do with this! Stevie, please, hold on!” Steve hears his voice crack.

It’s the most coordinated he’s ever been, throwing his foot into one stirrup, the other over the saddle, and giving Sandy a nudge forward in one fluid motion.

“Steve, you have to believe me, that’s not my boat!”

“You know what, Edmund? Have a nice life.” Steve doesn’t look at him, can’t look at him.

He nudges Sandy with his heels twice more and she takes off, running hard and fast back to the stables. Lucky for him too, because the tears that betray him and fall on their own either fly off his face or dry out almost instantly.

Everything between leaving Edmund under that tree, to him bursting back into his room is a blur.

There were trees rushing by him in one second, then he was handing over Sandy’s reins to a very confused Gustav in the next, and now he’s here. 

And so is Joyce.

And Robin (Who is pulling herself out from under his covers).

“Steve? What is going on?” Joyce asks, looking him up and down.

Steve opens his mouth to say…something…but is cut off by Murray coming into the room.

“Prince Steve, I think you should see this.” Murray goes straight to his TV and turns it on.

Oh no.

“After years of boring royals, Genovia finally has a world class scandal!” the voice of that god awful woman from the local morning gossip channel filters through the TV and into Steve’s ears.

He feels like he’s going to pass out.

The whole screen is dedicated to the view that the camera man had, showing everything. Realizing the camera was there, Steve throwing himself from Eddie’s embrace, and onto Sandy’s back. 

The whole time the video is playing back, that woman’s voice is narrating “What will Princess Nancy have to say about this? Will she stay or will Lord Muñoz be Genovia’s new King? Maybe we'll see the continued reign of Queen Joyce!”

The footage stays on Eddie a for a good second or two before it cuts back to the hostess and Steve kicks himself for feeling a pang in his heart from how heartbroken and dejected Eddie looked after he left.

“No matter what, it’s out of the frying pan and into the fire for Prince Steve. Keep your eggs sunnyside up!”

Steve crumples to the floor head between his knees and arms over his head. 

His ears are ringing.

Someone is rubbing his back.

He hears Robin’s voice beside him “I’d like to tell her what she can do with her eggs.” she must be the one rubbing his back.

Her ministrations pause for a moment.

Robin’s hand leaves and Steve feels a presence sit down beside him. 

“So?” It’s Joyce.

Steve lifts his head and rests his chin on his arms, now crossed over his knees. “I got played.” He sniffles, his face is wet. 

“Uh huh.” he can see Joyce nodding in his peripheral. “The real question is, do we still have a wedding?”

If that question didn’t alone make a new flood of tears threaten to spill over, seeing Nancy bursting into the room absolutely did.

Steve can’t even register that she doesn’t even look mad before his vision is blurred out and his face is scrunched up. “Nancy! Nancy, I am so sorry.” She touches his shoulder, but he jerks away and snaps up to his feet as fast as he can, backing away from her. “Please Nancy, please know I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I am so sorry, I hope we can still be friends after I leave Genovia–”

“Steve, wha–” Robin sounds concerned but Steve can barely think, barely function, he just keeps backing up until he hits the wall.

“Please, Nancy, I promise it wasn’t all bullshit, I really do care for you,” he just needs to shuffle a little faster.

“Steve I care for you too, what are you–”

“I’m sorry, so sorry, you can be happy with Jonathan now..” he bolts to his ensuite and locks the door behind him. Sliding down the back side of the door and just dissolves against it.

You ruin everything. 

“Steve?!” Robin’s voice is muffled through the door, she sounds concerned.

You’re Pathetic.

“Steve, please come out and talk to us! I still think this marriage is a good idea.” Nancy’s voice is next, calmer, but she sounds bored, like she is talking to a child.

You’re disgusting.

“Steve, darling, please come out.” Joyce’s voice comes last, she sounds so disappointed 

You think these people really care for you?

He can’t take this anymore. He lets out a noise that’s more scream than anything, and suddenly the tile floor seems like a great place for a nap. 

—-

“Lady Sinclair? What are you doing outside Lord Muñoz’s room?” She hops up on her feet and pulls Hopper around the corner.

“He didn’t do it.” Erica looks up at Hopper; she has a shocked, somewhat sad look on her face.

“I’m sorry?”

“Eddie didn’t do it, he’s been yelling to his dad about the lake thing since he started packing. His dad called the paparazzi..”

Hopper processes that information, and files it away. “I’ll make sure to tell Steve. You are not to tell him yourself, promise?” He sticks out his pinky to her and she looks at it incredulously.

“What do I get?”

“I’ll tell you a secret of mine.”

“I already know you and the queen have something going on.” she crosses her arms. “That’s what happens when you slow dance in an empty ballroom in a palace full of people.”

“Fine, you’ve got me there. Tell you what, you don’t tell Steve about Lord Muñoz, and you can tell him about myself and her majesty.”

Erica grins and locks his pinky with his.

Once she runs off, Hopper moves to knock on Edmund’s door.

“Yes dad, I’ll be home later tonight. Bye.”

Hopper knocks as soon as he hears the call end.

“Come in?”

“Hello Edmund.”

“Hopper.” Edmund looks scared seeing him in the doorway. He puts his hands up and takes a step back “I swear it wasn’t me, I would never want to hurt Steve, I promise! He’s so important to me, I just wanted a taste of the life I could’ve had with him and–and–” He’s stopped by his own throat choking him up. He clears his throat and continues on “Genovia will still have their rightful king, he’s going to marry Nancy…and I’m so in love with him.” Eddie finishes softly, looking at the floor.

Hopper steps forward and Eddie flinches, looking back up at the other man “I knew I wasn’t going to be disappointed in you.” Hopper says, clapping a hand to his shoulder.

“Edmund, you absolute motherfu–” Robin bursts in behind Hopper, Nancy at her side.

“Oh good, Hopper’s already here. Now we don’t have to explain anything.”

“Explain what, Your Highness?”

“Why you may or may not have found Lord Muñoz dead in his quarters.” She shrugs and Robin stalks forward toward him, a baseball bat (‘Where did that come from??’) in her hand.

Hopper, bless him, doesn’t react. He just puts a hand out to stop her from closing in on Eddie.

“He’s leaving today.”

Eddie looks at Nancy. “Nancy, I’m so sorry for the grief this’ll cause you two; I’m sure Steve won’t have anything to do with me after this so you won’t have to worry about seeing me around anymore.”

“Good.” Robin turns around immediately, hefting the bat onto her shoulder and waltzing back out the door. 

“I told you nothing good would come of it if you were spotted together.” Nancy scolds, and he nods. “We were all rooting for you Edmund, no matter how weird that sounds. We were. We told you as much.” She takes a deep breath. “Goodbye, Eddie.” and with that, she too leaves.

Hopper places a big hand on his shoulder and Eddie looks up at him. “I will have your uncle come down to see you off if you’d like.”

Eddie’s throat tightens up so completely he can’t breathe.  All he can do is shake his head. 

Hopper nods. “I will come collect you in ten.” he pats Eddie’s shoulder and he too takes his leave. 

As soon as the door is closed behind him, Eddie sinks to his knees, to his elbows. Crumpling up into a ball, hands on the back of his head, tears slipping silently off his nose and into the carpet. 

—-

Steve finally gets himself under control a good five hours later.

He immediately wants to go back into the bathroom at the sight of the four people still there after his tirade. They all turn to face him.

“Steve,” Robin is the first to him, moving so fast it was like she’d teleported straight to him. “Can I touch you? I want to give you a hug.” She asks, searching his face.

If there were any tears left in him, they would’ve sprung forth at that. But he was empty. 

He nods and she pulls him down to her immediately and holds on tight. He holds onto her and looks over her shoulder. Joyce, Nancy, and Dustin are all there, the former two looking at him in pity, and Dustin looks– “Dusty, have you been crying?”

Steve removes himself from Robin and moves to Dustin, holding out his arms. Dustin’s face scrunches up and he throws all his weight into Steve “Steve I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I’m related to that asshole.” Steve hugs him tighter “Wayne told me last night, and now he does this shit? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, Dustin, buddy, it’s not your fault. It’s mine.” He pulls back and Dustin lets him clean off his face with his sweater sleeve. Steve rubs it all over his face, making Dustin huff out a laugh and back away with a sad smile. 

“Steve?”

He turns his attention to Nancy and his stomach shoots up from where it’s been in his feet since this morning, only to shoot back down again. 

“I don’t know if you heard me before, but I am still here for you, for this.”

He thinks back, “I thought you sounded bored, like you wanted to be literally anywhere else.” He looks around, everyone around him is silent. “That was just me, wasn’t it.”

“Yeah, I think it was just you, Dingus.” Robin comes up from behind him and rubs between his shoulder blades. 

“Steve, honey, we are all here for you.” Joyce assures him. “No matter what you decide to do.”

Nancy steps up to him, taking both of his hands in her tiny ones. “Listen to me carefully, Steve. If you’ll still have me, if you still want this,”

“More than anything.” Steve says immediately.

Nancy smiles softly at him, “Then we are going to stand up in church and say ‘I do.’ and tomorrow we will be husband and wife.” She squeezes his hands. “And you are going to make an amazing King of Genovia.”

He looks around at the four most important people in his life…and nods. He pulls Nancy to him and kisses her forehead. “Thank you, Nancy.” he murmurs into her hairline, “You’re very welcome, Steve.”

Robin, Dustin, and Joyce all crowd in around him. 

“I really am sorry, I shouldn’t have been so stupid. It could’ve cost us everything.” he directs the last at Joyce, once they all pull away.

“It’s not all your fault, Dingus. I think we were all rooting for you and Eddie, even though it couldn’t really happen.”

“Is he–He’s gone then, isn’t he?”

“Left this morning, not before we threatened him a little bit.”

Steve sputtered at that, “You threatened him??”

“Yep! I brought your bat with us, hope you don’t mind.”

“Ohmygod, Robin!”

“And Nancy too, she was there too!”

Nancy just giggles in response. Actually giggles.

He looks at Joyce and Dustin, who aren’t reacting “And you guys knew this too?” his face is threatening to break out into a smile.

Joyce nods, and Dustin says “You were in the bathroom a long time, dude.”

—-

Hopper, bless him, doesn’t make a fuss about having the car drop him at Chrissy’s, and not his dad’s.

He goes to the back entrance to her apartment above a boutique on main street, and knocks loudly. 

She’s there lightning fast. She had to’ve known he’d come here. 

“I am so mad at you.” She hugs him close and pulls him in the door.

“I’m just gonna wallow on your couch, okay Chris?” he trudges up the stairs behind her.

“Anything, E, you know that.” he drops his duffel and himself onto the couch, face first, and doesn’t plan on moving from this spot until…well he doesn’t know until when.

“I take it you aren’t going to be going to the wedding tomorrow?”

Eddie moans into the cushion.

“Thought not.”

—-

The next morning, Steve wakes less than rested. He’d really thrown himself for a loop with his impromptu bathroomfloornap yesterday, then last night, could barely sleep with the added nerves because,

“I’m getting married today.” 

He says the words and they still don’t feel real. 

He dresses in comfy clothes while he can, knowing he’ll be stuffed into a suit sooner than later, and heads to join everyone for breakfast.

When he gets to the dining hall, he’s surprised that when Joyce’d said everyone will be at breakfast this morning, she really meant everyone. She, Robin, and Nancy, Mike, the Hendersons, the two younger Sinclairs, Will and El, Max, even Jonathan, all seated along the dining hall table.

No one says anything, no one really acknowledges he’s joined them, they all just continue on with their meal, and Steve wants to thank whoever it is that told them all to not mention it. Though Wayne does level Steve with a look that he thinks says ‘I’d like to talk to you later, but if not, know that I am sorry.’ Steve nods at him, and he returns it, placated.

After breakfast, he goes with Nancy and Robin to Nancy’s suite, planning on lounging around and judging while she gets her hair done for the ceremony. They’ve got a chair set up for her in front of a mirror, but the chair is facing the wrong way.

“The stylist they are having come in is a bit…eccentric.” Nancy explains when he asks why not have her facing the mirror. “He likes to do a reveal to himself first before he lets you see.” She shrugs and before Steve can say anything, the man himself waltzes in.

“Ah, Paolo.” She greets. He’s a rounder man, with a shiny bald head and multiple shiny rings. His coat is hastily taken off his shoulders by his two assistants before he reaches both of his hands forward for Nancy’s, giving each set of knuckles a quick kiss in greeting.

“Buongiorno Principessa, ah! And Principe Stephan! Wonderful to see you, are we getting you done for the ceremonies too?”

“Ohhohoho, no. I am all good, I know exactly how to take care of mine just fine. Thank you, Paolo.” Steve waves his hands (probably a little too much) fending off the stylist.

“Ah, good man, good man, knows his angles, his features!” Paolo seems to only talk with his hands. “Let us get started then Principessa.” He waves Nancy back into her chair and gets right to work.

Steve and Robin lounge back on Nancy’s bed, scrolling social media, scrolling faster past any mention of he-who-must-not-be-named, and waiting to react accordingly to each style Paolo attempts to wrangle Nancy’s hair into.

Once the first attempt is finished, Paolo does, in fact, do a reveal to himself. His assistants covered Nancy’s face from his view with headshots of previous clients and pulls them apart from each other at his command. Strange, but okay. 

Nancy turns to him and Robin first, and they both have to stifle laughs “You should definitely look first, Nance.” Robin tells her.

She does, and her eyes go wide. “I look like a moose.” Paolo had split her hair down the middle and twisted the gathered strands on each side upon themselves to twist up off the top of her head. “I have antlers.” She sounds absolutely mortified.

“Yes, but a very cute moose.” Paolo defends, “Make all the boy moose go HWAAAAH.” Steve and Robin lose their shit at his exaggerated attempted moose call, both of them also bursting out in their own moose calls.

He attempts a more floofy, curly look next. This time all Nancy can manage when Paolo spins the hand mirror to her is a strained “I look like a poodle.”

She really does, and Paolo knows it. Doesn’t even try to defend it. Just dives back in with a “Here we go again!”

“She really does look like a poodle.” Steve comments from his new seat on Nancy’s couch. A poor choice, really, because he’s within arms’ reach of Paolo. Who grabs his spray bottle of water and spritzes him directly in the face.

“I like it.” Robin comments idly, not looking up from her magazine in the chair on Nancy’s other side. 

This time, Paolo reacts much better, lifting Robin’s hand from the arm rest and kisses it reverently. Then gets back to work on Nancy’s hair. Robin’s still reading her magazine like nothing just happened.

Steve’s still stunned from the whole water to the face thing and stands to leave. “I need to go get ready, I’ll see you there Nance?” He questions as if he doesn’t already know the answer.

“Of course, Steve, I’ll be the one in white.” She gives him a wink and Robin belts out a singular loud “HA!”

On his way back to his suite, who should he run into other than Lady Applejack herself.

“Hey Erica, you look great!” she’s in a puffy-sleeved, pastel pink/peach colored dress, pristine white Converse high-tops, and an expensive-looking bag on her shoulder. 

She rolls her eyes, “I know I do. But thank you.” she nods “It’s a Selkie dress.”

“I have no idea what that means, but good for you?” he starts walking away, “I’m heading up to get ready myself, can’t be late!”

“Oh, wait!” Erica calls, and he turns back to her in the hall. “I forgot to tell you about Joyce and Hopper!” she sing-songs as she skips up to him. “Me and Ed—SOMEONE ELSE saw them slow dancing all love-y with each other in the ballroom the other day, AND I have it on good authority that he proposed.” She crosses her arms across her chest and smiles smugly up at him.

With everything else going on with him recently, he’s completely missed this whole thing happening between Hopper and Joyce? Well not really, there’ve always been vibes between the two, but still.

“That’s…actually that makes a lot of sense. I hope she said yes.”

After a couple seconds, her stance softens and she drops her arms, looking a bit sheepish.

“Hey, Steve? I know we all really like..him. But we’re all on your side if you'd like us to be. Even Will seemed ready to kill him for that, and Will is definitely more tame of all of us.”

Steve huffs out a laugh at how easily he can imagine both Will and Ellie, somehow with some sort of psychic powers, lifting Edmund off his feet and exploding him into tiny bits. 

“Thanks Erica, I’m really lucky to have you all.” He pulls her into a short hug and sends her on her way, telling her he’ll see her at the chapel.

—-

The rest of the morning is a blur, and suddenly, Steve is standing with Hopper on the opposite side of the chapel’s heavy wooden doors.

He’s in the black version of his (what must be trademarked at this point) pear tree print suit, maroon bowtie, and a silver version of his grandfather’s crown set atop his hair.

“Hey Hop, I want you to know that I’m 100% in support of you and Joyce.” he looks up to meet Hopper's eyes.

Hopper stares down at him. “Erica knows everything.” Steve says with shrug as a form of explanation and turns back to face the doors.

After a moment, Hopper heaves a long sigh. “Highness, before you go in there, you should know,” He pauses. “Eddie did not set you up at the lake.”

Just that one sentence and Steve’s thrown off his axis, the most overwhelming feeling of hope floods his senses. He snaps his head to Hopper once more. “Are you sure?” he manages to whisper out.

“Erica knows everything.” Hopper echoes with a smile, then leans over to whisper: “She happened to overhear him having a very heated and incriminating phone call with his father yesterday.”

Steve gives him a shaky smile, but then he can hear his cue play from behind the double doors, and a moment later, they open in front of him.

Steve and Hopper walk through the doors, Hopper stopping at the pew at the very front to take his seat beside Joyce. Steve takes his spot next to the bishop in a daze. That really wasn’t Eddie? Does he dare to hope that Erica is telling the truth? That damn father of his…. Steve feels like an idiot. He’s planted his feet where they are supposed to be and looks out at the people in the pews.

Well. Here he is.

At the last step he needed before he’d be able to become King.

Standing in front of the world’s most important people, the only thing Steve could think was that there was one face missing from the crowd.

The only face that mattered. 

Steve turns to Robin (his best man) and by his look alone she says, “Take a right, third door on the left. I’ll tell them you’ll be right back.”

Minutes before Nancy was to walk down the aisle to him, Steve was walking the wrong way back up it, and out the door.

He doesn’t register the murmurs and tittering of the crowd, doesn’t register Hopper telling Joyce “It’s alright, he’ll be back.” and sitting her back down at the front of the church, doesn’t register what Robin is announcing to the crowd, the only thought on his mind was ‘Find Nancy.’

He found her exactly where Robin said she’d be, Chrissy helping her with the last couple things.

“Steve?” She sees him enter in the reflection in front of her, and turns to face him in the doorway.

“Nancy..” He has no idea what to say. No idea how to explain to her what he wants, what he’s planning on telling everyone.

Nancy hurries forward and closes the door behind him before she takes him by the hand and sits him on the bench in front of the vanity. She crouches down in front of Steve, a hand on his shoulder, face level to his. Steve’s focus is halfway between the present and completely faraway, and she knows.

“So, do you think I should change out of my dress then?”

Steve blinks fully back to the present, searches her face and only finds determined honesty. Steve laughs until his eyes let loose a couple of tears. “Only if you want to, Nance.” He looks down at her, “You look beautiful.”

She pulls him into a hug and Chrissy rubs his back comfortingly.

“Steve,” Nancy pulls back, “do you know what you are going to say?”

He thinks for a much shorter moment than he thought he’d need, and says “Yes.”

“Do you know that if you do this now, even if it works, Parliament will find a way to get you back for this later? Even if they seem to agree now?”

“Huh?”

“Exposing them to the whole world at once may not bode well for you in the future.”

Steve hadn’t thought about it that far ahead. But he knows this is what he needs to do. “Will you be there to help me when it bites me in the ass?”

She smiles, “Of course I will Steve.”

“Then I’m good.”

Nancy wipes his eyes clean with the handkerchief Chrissy holds out for her, and studies his face for a moment. She must’ve decided something, because she nods, pulls him up from the stool, and heads out the door to lead them both back to their ceremony.

They get to the doorway, hand in hand, and Joyce is there with Hopper, having been waiting for them. 

“Aunt Joyce I–” Steve’s cut off as Joyce hugs him tight. He releases Nancy and embraces the Queen, wondering to himself how she knows.

Joyce pulls back and cups his face. “You’ve got this honey, remember, I am on your side no matter what.”

Steve smiles and grabs her hands from his face, gives them a squeeze, then turns back to Nancy. They give each other a nod and start down the aisle together. The orchestra starts up with the bridal march as they were told to, and everyone stands to face them. 

—-

The second Steve appeared in the chapel doors on his screen, Eddie bolted up. He had to get there, he had to be there. Steve looked gone. Confused. It was a pull he hadn’t felt before.

He ran to the bathroom, and changed into his suit as quickly as he could, thanking Chrissy with all his soul that she’d thought to have it set up for him in case he changed his mind about going.

“No one’s going to want to see me there, Chris. I can’t do that to him.”

“Well then, if you decide to torture yourself, it’s ready to go.”

He didn’t even get his tie on, just shirt, pants, jacket, and shoes. He didn’t need to look like he was getting married, just not like he’d been wallowing the last 24 hours at least.

He’s pulling his shoes on when there are gasps and tittering from the gathered crowd in his phone. He snatches it up and watches as Steve marches back down the long aisle of the church.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He crams his feet the rest of the way into his shoes, throws himself down the back stairs of Chrissy’s apartment, and out onto the nearly deserted main street.

He doesn’t have to go far to the chapel, it being just around the corner at the end of Main street, but when he does round the corner, “Jesus H. Christ.” 

Duh. Of course there’s going to be crowds outside too.

He manages to sneak down a side alley to the back side of the church, and where there should be legions of guards, there is only...

“Dustin? Dustin please, I have to see him.” Eddie calls to him, jogs the rest of the way to the teen.

Dustin glares back. “Eddie, I don’t know how you think I’m going to let you in after what you did to Steve.”

“Please, Dusty, you’ve gotta believe I didn’t do this. Look, Wayne may not have told you already but–”

“No, he did.”

“He did.” Dustin nods, and Eddie forces himself to recover from that. “Okay, so you know exactly why I am now trying to get away from this damn family. I swear Dustin, I had nothing to do with it, my father was trying to set me up–Steve up– to fail. And I don’t know what else he’s going to try and pull, but I need to be there when he does.”

Dustin’s eyes squint closed even more, but he says “Swear on my mother.”

Eddie breathes a hesitant sigh of relief. “I swear on your mother.” raises his hand in pledge just for an added measure.

“Okay, you can go (“Thank you!”) but you better go fast,” he turns his own cell to show him, “They’re walking down the aisle right now.”

“Oh fuck!”

–

Steve and Nancy reach the front row of pews and Steve lifts a hand to stop the bishop as he opens his mouth to speak.

Nancy places a hand on Steve’s shoulder and holds something out to him, he opens his palm and she drops his grandmother’s ring into his hand. The two of them smile broadly at each other as the whole place gasps at once. She releases his shoulder and moves to stand beside Jonathan (who should be snapping pictures at the moment, but is just standing there staring at her as she slots into place next to him at the wall, his face beet red).

He moves to stand in front of the microphone and podium off to the side, clears his throat, and speaks.

“Good afternoon everyone. I know you are all wondering what this is, what is happening.” he takes another steadying breath. “I am not going to be getting married today.” The crowd breaks out in a wave of startled whispers, and Steve continues. “I am standing before you today because one month ago, someone else decided for me that one half of any possible group of people I could fall in love with one day, was too much of a risk for Genovia. A risk of what? I am not sure. But I was given an ultimatum. Marry an eligible noblewoman or forfeit the throne.” Another round of titters and gasps wash over him and he can only imagine how wild the chat is on the palace’s livestream right now.

“I am not going to lead this country in a loveless marriage like my father would have before his death. I know very well that his ascension to the throne would not have been a welcome change to the majority of people in this beautiful country and I mean not to have the people of Genovia be led into that with me.

“I love Nancy. She has been an additional rock to me in this whirlwind of a month, and I will forever be grateful to her and I will always be her friend. All this to say that I believe I have proven myself as a leader, and with Nancy’s continued support, the support of my aunt, and with the support of the people of Genovia, I will continue to prove myself over and over if I need to.

“So I ask the members of parliament to reconsider their ultimatum, and if they still do not deem me worthy of being your King, I will concede, and Lord Muñoz can take my place.”

“I won’t,” Eddie calls from the chapel entrance, this time, Steve joins the gasps of the crowd. “I refuse to be King of Genovia. Steve has proven himself more than worthy.” The crowd dithers and chatters amongst themselves, and Steve can see Viscount Muñoz stand up sharply from his seat. ‘Oh boy..’ Steve thinks

“He does not need anyone on his arm for him to shine. And just imagine how handsome he’d look on our postage stamp.” Steve likes to think he knows Eddie well enough to know the exact smirk and wink he just gave before turning and marching back out the way he’d come, even though he can’t see it from where he is.

“Handsome on a postage stamp?? You would look handsome on a postage stamp!” Steve watches as Viscount Muñoz struggles out of his seat, over the fabric barrier at the end of the pew, and hobbles off down the aisle after Eddie, Hopper stepping fully in front of Joyce as he passes with lackluster bows her way.

The chapel doors are closed firmly behind him.

Wayne steps up to Steve’s podium then, “Your highness, you should make a motion for a vote.”

There’s suddenly a huge pit in his stomach. This was not a good idea, what parliament members are going to vote to keep him on the throne after this??

“You will be alright, my boy. Trust me.”

Steve gulps, but turns back to the microphone, casting a glance to Robin and Nancy, both of whom give him encouraging nods, and Robin gives him a sly double thumbs-up.

“Prime Minister Henderson, I move for a vote. To overrule parliament’s previous decision on Viscount Munoz’s contest to my right to the crown.”

Wayne nods, and calls across the gathered guests to all the members, wherever they may sit. “I will also be adding the amendment that any current and future member of the royal family may marry any person, or persons, of any gender they wish.” Steve is floored, gaping at Wayne. “All those in favor, say ‘Aye’.”

Silence. Too long of a silence. 

Steve can feel his resolve crumbling with every passing second, but he holds strong.

“Aye!” Steve whips his head to the voice, not a parliament member, but Erica Sinclair. She’s stood herself onto the seat of the pew, arms crossed, and Steve feels like crying.

“Apologies, Lady Ap–Lady Sinclair, you aren’t a vote we nee–” Waye starts.

“I don’t care. ‘Aye!’ He’s the best person to be King and everyone here knows it.”

There's another, shorter stretch of silence, and Lucas stands beside his sister (not on the seat, but still). “Aye.”

“Aye!” Nancy steps forward from the wall, grinning at the other two (and holding tight to Jonathan’s hand).

“Aye!” Chrissy this time.

Steve feels like he’s going to combust when he realizes what they are doing; they’re using their own pull, their own royal and royal-adjacent power to show everyone else who is going to be on Steve’s side here, no matter what the actual decision from parliament will be.

It’s another slap to the face of parliament when the to-be King, and current Queen of one of Genovia’s closest allies stand with a joint “Aye!” Steve thinks Mike is actually being sincere and not nearly as embarrassed as he could be, standing tall with his mother.

Then Lord and Lady Sinclair stand in agreement, seeming spurred on by Karen taking the leap for him.

There is another beat of silence, with Wayne coaching Steve in his ear (“Stare them down, nope, not that hard, gentler. There you go. Show them you aren’t going to back down on this.”) before that one oldest member of parliament stands shakily with his cane. 

Steve braces himself internally.

“I have young grandchildren, Your Highness.”

“Lord Palimore?” Wayne urges when the man does not continue.

“I believe they will be in excellent hands with you as King. Aye.” he nods sagely and his face crinkles up into a smile. 

Steve sucks in a breath, forcing his heart to slow it’s jackhammering.

After him, there is a slow trickle of agreement, ‘Aye’s come from the three members Steve admittedly gave a bit too much shit to when he proposed his idea of converting the winter palace into a children’s shelter, then there is a flood of ‘Aye’s after them, as if the others aren’t about to be outdone by the others, or maybe they just don’t want to be seen on the wrong side of history.

Either way, “The ‘Aye’s have it!” Wayne calls, and there are cheers from the majority of the crowd, and listening over them, there’s a booming cheer coming from the people outside the chapel as well. “Congratulations, your highness.”

There’s a brief moment of celebration and Steve has a thought, “Murray!” he calls the man toward him, “Give me your earpiece and mic?”

Murray grins at him and hands them over. “Oh, don’t act like you know what I’m going to say.” Steve shakes his head at him, then holds the earpiece to his ear and speaks into the mic.

“Hop?”

“Your Highness?” His voice is tinny, and Steve can see Joyce turn when he addresses him.

“Might as well not let all this go to waste, huh?”

Hopper is silent in the earpiece and Steve can see him standing stock still at the other end of the church. “That’s something you’ll have to ask Her Majesty.”

“Oh come off it, that’s your job isn’t it?” he drops the earpiece and mic at the same time, showing his hands to Hopper ‘Hah! Can’t hear you!’ He thinks at him.

He gives Nancy a whistle and tilts his head to the end of the aisle ‘Hop’ he mouths at her. She has no clue what he’s trying to say. Robin shoots up “I’ve got it! Bouquet please, Nance?”

She passes it over, and Robin power walks down the aisle just in time, Hopper is removing his mic and earpiece, and holds his arm out for Joyce. She’s beaming when Robin passes the bouquet into her hands, and she’s still beaming as she addresses some of the crowd (“Sorry for the short notice, but you were already dressed!” she jokes), and beaming brighter still when she reaches the bishop.

Steve takes back Nancy’s bouquet from Joyce, and she gives him a loving pat on the cheek.

“My lord archbishop,” she faces forward again, “I would like to take this man as my husband, if you please.”

“Finally.” he says, smiling at his queen and Steve hides his laugh behind a flurry of coughs. “We are gathered here today for a different wedding.”

Joyce and Hopper exchange short vows, all they need, a simple ‘With this ring, I thee, finally, wed.’.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” the bishop tells Hop, and he wastes no time pulling Joyce to him in a crushing, loving kiss.

Last part here!!!

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Request Rules

Salutations my little night horrors! I am Captain, and I am here to introduce to all of you to my oneshot requests! Now before we go into the requests, I would like to address a couple of rules and notes:

♡ I only write reader inserts

♡ Please specify if you want a oneshot, headcanon, or an imagine

♡ Please be specific on which characters you want me to write for (I have a list at the bottom) and if you see a character is not on the list, please don’t take it personally. I most likely have the character not on the list because I don’t think I can do them justice ;-; that’s really it lol

♡ I do write NSFW but nothing too hardcore (check list below)

♡ Most of my stories the reader is gender neutral, however, I can still write for either a f!reader or m!reader. This also includes fxf pairings and mxm pairings. Also, if a character is canonically LGBTQ+ Then I’m writing them as so 

♡ All romantic plotted characters will always be 18+ 

♡ I mostly write in second person P.O.V (you/your) but sometimes I will do third person P.O.V (she/her/him/he/they/them/etc) however, I will not write in first person (I/me/my/etc) because that just isn’t my usual style lmao

♡ I do take plot requests, however, I may tweak it a bit depending on how specific you are with the details so if you want something specific, please, be specific 😭

♡ AU's are also accepted. So fantasy AU, Soulmate AU, modern day AU, etc are fine by me

♡ I will possibly take only 10 requests at a time, but I can't promise I'll write them all since I do have other stories I’m working on :’) Writing oneshots is honestly just more for practice and to satisfy any story idea I probably can’t turn into a full chapter book lmao 

♡ When it comes to my yandere stories, I want to be clear that I am extremely against the romanticization of toxic relationship and mental health. So please remember not to seek out these kind of relationships in real life or show some of these ‘yandere’ tendencies to your significant other. The stories I write are just that: stories. Fiction. These relationships are toxic and not healthy. If you do find yourself in these kind of relationships, please seek out a domestic abuse hotline near you

♡ I also don’t just write yandere stories. I am down for a normal healthy relationship and platonic friendships/found family and fluff

I Will Write

Yandere (stalking, pervy, obsessive, possessive, the whole sha-bang)

Pegging | femdom

BDSM: Knife play | wax play | bondage | marking (scratching, biting)

I Won’t Write

Watersports | vomit | scat

Pedophilia

Incest

Mental illnesses

Vore

Beastiality

Fandoms/Characters I Write For:

Games

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With all of that said, I hope you enjoy my stories :)

[mcdannoangelwolf]

McDanno! Because of law enforcement I'm curious of what you'd do with Arcanine/Growlithe

Ahh finally posting this story. THank you to my amazing Alpha @merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale for the prompt. I loved writing it.

This story could technically be part of my future Pokemon/H50 fusion as it features Pokemon from Steve and Danny's teams in my Pokeheroes series. However I have no idea where it would place in the story as I don't know the full universe yet lol.

Anywho, enjoy everyone. Pics of featured Pokemon, (Arcanine, Luxray, Arbok), can be found at the bottom the story.

 Luxray shooting to her feet broke Steve from his unfocused stare at his computer. He hated the quarterly supply and requisition paperwork. Following her gaze to the bullpen he saw Danny throw open the doors and stalk in.

 Danny’s shoulders were hunched, his face was flushed, and Steve could see a tic going through his partners' jaw where he was clenching his teeth.

 “This can’t be good,” Steve spoke aloud as Danny stomped to his office and stalked inside.

 “Lux.” Luxray chirped in reply before laying back down in her bed. Despite working together, and dating, Luxray still had a contentious relationship with Danny. Steve wasn’t sure why but he’d have to figure it out before he and Danny moved into together.

 Not that they were planning that…yet. Well, they weren’t planning it….But if Steve himself was making some tentative plans for the future…well no one needed to know. Still, Luxray not particularly caring for Danny was an issue. But not one he needed to solve today.

 “Stay put, I’ll be back,” Steve told her before making his way to Danny’s office. Luxray just watched him go out of one eye.

 Steve found Danny at his desk glaring at an extremely wrinkled and slightly torn piece of paper.

 “Bad news?” Steve questioned, rhetorically. It obviously wasn’t good news. In answer, Danny shoved the paper across the desk toward him.

 “ ‘Dear Mr. Williams I am deeply disappointed that my previous attempts to reach you have gone unanswered,’ “ Steve read aloud, “ ‘Please understand that my client is highly motivated and will happily discuss whatever compensation you desire in exchange for the specimen. As a reminder, our current offer stands at-‘”

 “Whoa, that’s a lot of zeros.” Steve broke off at the number listed on the crumpled paper.

 “Almost what I make in a year. Before taxes.” Danny replied scathingly. Steve looked up to find Danny glaring at the paper, a scratched and dinged-up pokeball clutched in his left hand.

 Arcanine’s pokeball.

“This about that article?” Steve didn’t really need to ask as he dropped to sit opposite Danny.

“‘Course it is, stupid fucking thing. Never should have given that fuckin interview. Haven’t had a moment's peace since it was published.” Danny replied bitterly. Steve could sympathize a little.

 The article had been about pokémon in law enforcement. Steve and the Team had been ordered to participate by the governor, it was good publicity she claimed, and while Steve’s Luxray had garnered a fair bit of interest; Danny’s Arcanine had stolen the show.

 Growlithe, as an introduced species in Hawaii, was pretty rare. They had to fight for territory with the Rockruff, Rattata, and Meowth lines so it was rare for Growlithe to be seen, in person, on the islands. Much less an Arcanine. A canine the size of a horse had been a huge hit with the people born and raised on the Islands.

 “Previous attempts? How many times have you been contacted, who’s it even from?” Steve asked, once more looking over the letter. That amount of money, for a pokémon, wasn’t unheard of. Especially for a poke’ of Arcanines pedigree, but Steve didn’t think anyone on the islands would be able to shell it out.

 “I dunno,” Danny sighed tiredly, “A few dozen. Letters mostly, but a few phone calls. I don’t know who it is. Everything just comes from a law firm in Honolulu.”

“Dozen’s,” Steve replied, shocked, “Danno that’s ridiculous. Why didn’t you say anything?” Steve asked and Danny just shrugged.

 “That’s just from this place. I’ve been getting requests from all kinds of folks. Breeders, PokeVets, Labs, and Researchers. Not just from here, but the mainland too. Seems like everyone wants a piece of him.” Exhaustion bled into Danny’s voice and Steve felt shame and upset filling him. He and Danny had been dating for months, how had he not realized Danny was being harassed?

 “Don’t do that,” Danny’s statement caught Steve’s focus, “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know because I didn’t let you know. I didn’t want to deal with it. It’s not your fault for not noticing something that I didn’t let you see.”

 Danny’s words; spoken with a wane smile, put a little bubble of warmth in Steve’s chest. Danny knew him better than he knew himself most days. It seemed. Steve smiled in return and got to his feet. He rounded Danny’s desk and pressed a kiss to his boyfriends’ hair.

 “Watch the do, you maniac,” Danny grumbled as Steve stood up. He patted his bulletproof quaff needlessly but smiled up at Steve.

 “I’m in the know now, and I’m taking it from here. Get me everything got, emails, letters, and phone numbers. This is done for.” Steve replied, snatching up the letter as he headed for the office door.

 Danny just nodded at him as he left the room and Steve realized it was a mark of how tired Danny was with the harassment that he didn’t ask what Steve was doing.

###

  Danny breathed a sigh of relief as he checked the mail, finding only junk and circulars. It had been almost a month since Steve had started his one-man offensive against the different folks that had been harassing him about Arcanine. Danny didn’t know what exactly his boyfriend had done, only that Steve had spent days making phone calls, sending emails, and even meeting in person with a few people at HQ.

  A few of the people Steve had brought in had, initially, seemed interested in talking to Danny. He had braced himself each time, he had avoided meeting anyone in person to keep from losing his temper, but each time Steve had herded them into his own office before they could so much as approach Danny.

  At each meeting, Steve had locked his office door and closed the blinds. When the people left they didn’t even look in Danny’s direction. Danny knew he should be worried about who it was that Steve was likely threatening but he couldn’t bring himself to care. All he cared about was that the letters and phone calls had slowly but surely stopped.

 Dropping down onto his loveseat Danny picked up Arcanines pokeball. It was an old ball, faded, nicked up, and dented. It was the original ball Danny had been issued when he was given Growlithe after entering the Police Academy back in Jersey.

 Every cadet was issued a Growlithe when they entered the Academy. Part of your training was to train a Growlithe that would be your partner Poke’. If you washed out your Growlithe was reassigned. If you graduated you were issued a Pokeball and you’d be allowed to formally capture the Growlithe you had trained, imprinting it with your trainer I.D. and biometrics.

 Danny hadn’t discovered until years later that his Growlithe hadn’t been a standard Ditto-bred one. Danny’s Growlithe was a purebred, a dual-Arcanine pairing with a history of rarity-coloring in both bloodlines. A mix-up at the breeding facility had seen his Growlithes egg placed with the ones bred for the Academy. He should have suspected. There was nothing wrong or substandard with Ditto-bred Growlithe but Danny’s had always been a bit…different. A bit faster, a bit stronger, and a bit smarter.

 “Come on out buddy.” Danny triggered Arcanine’s ball and the giant canine, really too big for Danny’s apartment, appeared in a flash of white light.

 “Well big guy I think we might finally be done with people trying to snatch you up for study or breeding.” Arcanine gave a soft ‘awoo’ and padded over to drop onto his back at Danny’s feet.

 “Geez, you really are just a big puppy.” Danny smiled, burying his hands in Arcanine’s thick fur, scratching his chest and belly. Danny kept up his ministrations as Arcanine stretched sleepily.

 Sleep. Sleep sounded good. He was tired. It had been a long day. Danny sat back and looked up at the wall clock, surely it was time for a bed. Blinking hard Danny tried to bring the clock into focus, instead, it just moved more, duplicating and spinning around.

 “Fuu uk somsomtin wrong.” Alarm swelled up in Danny’s chest as he struggled to stand up, his feet didn’t seem to want to cooperate. Making it to his feet made Danny’s head swim and the world went topsy-turvy.

 Pain raced through him as his body hit…something. Everything was spinning, light and color twisting around. Danny rolled, arms flailing, trying to find some semblance of stability. Closing his eyes as his stomach churned and the world tumbled Danny came to rest on…something…something soft and moving.

 “Ar..arcarc we gotgo.” Danny mumbled as the world faded away.

***

 “Steve we can’t…what are we supposed to…tranq?” Voices broke through the pounding and fog in Danny’s brain.

 “We can’t…too…might crush...” Another voice cut in…images swam in Danny’s head. A tall brunette, muscular, tattoos.

“Chaaarr!” The screech directly above him sent a spike through his brain and Danny tried to reach out to smack at the offending cause.

 Tried being the operative word. His arms were pinned behind his back, his wrists cinched painfully.

“Wha…” Danny mumbled, the fog in his brain was clearing but sudden panic-induced adrenaline sped it up.

 “Danny, Danny if you can hear me, stop struggling. Your arms are zip-tied behind your back. Arbok is out and pissed off. He’s circling you. If you bleed it might set him off. Do. Not. Move.” This voice was a woman and Danny was finally able to put a face to it.

 “Ko…no.” The word slurred out, his tongue heavy.

 “Yea, it’s me. We’re trying to find a way to calm Arbok down so we can get to you.” Kono’s words registered through the haze in his head and Danny finally cracked open his eyes.

 The shitty beige carpet of his apartment blurrily took up his vision. He attempted to roll onto his back but was stopped by pressure on his legs and Arbok’s hiss above him.

 Danny didn’t know what was happening. The fog was clearing out of his head but in its place a jackhammer pounded in the back of his skull. Closing his eyes again he tried to think back but all he could come up with were fragments.

 “Arc…where’s Arcanine?” Danny forced the words out, eyes wrenching open in panic.

 “We don’t see him Danno…we…we think he got snatched.” Steve…that was Steve. The same voice from earlier. Jesus…what happened to knock Steve out of his head?

 “Get…Get Luxray.” Danny ordered and felt Arbok, who had been shifting above him, freeze.

 “Lux? Danny, we can’t attack. You could be caught in the crossfire.” Steve replied and even through the headache he could hear Steve’s worry.

 “Don’t need to. Get her…he’s ‘fraid of her.” Danny might not have known what was going on and his memory may have been Swiss cheese but he did know Arbok. He wasn’t going to listen to him like this. He didn’t know where his pokeballs were and the only ‘mon Arbok was afraid of, besides his Blastoise and Pangoro, was Luxray.

“Luxray!” Danny could feel Arbok tense where he rested across his legs at Luxray’s hiss.

“Tell…tell her to circle…he’ll move to avoid her.” Words were coming easier now and he could think a bit more clearly.

 “You heard him, girl. If he gets agitated, back off.” Danny heard Steve tell her.

 “Lux…ray.” Luxray purred and, even in Danny’s obviously drugged state, he could hear the danger in her vocalization.

 Military trained, like her trainer, Luxray was silent on her feet but Danny could tell the direction she was moving by the way Arbok moved to avoid her, while still keeping her in his sight. Slowly, she was able to herd Arkbok off of his legs.

 Once Arbok was fully off his legs he felt Luxray’s paw on his arms. For one dicey moment fear welled up in him, fear that Arbok might lash out, but the feline moved her paw after slitting the zip ties on his wrists. The action took him by surprise and his arms immediately fell to his side, pain lancing through his shoulders as the pins-and-needles of feeling hit his hands and wrists.

 Carefully, to not startle Luxray; who was standing at his side, Danny rolled onto his back. He brought his hands up to his chest, rolling his wrists and flexing his fingers against the oncoming ache, he surveyed what he could see of his apartment.

 The small coffee table and side table were flipped over and two of the couch cushions were thrown off, exposing the hide-a-bed underneath. Coiled in the small entry space between the living room and his dine-in kitchenette was Arbok. The cobra pokemon’s hood was fully expanded and his eyes were fixed on Luxray. To others, the tense snake probably looked poised to attack but Danny could spot his tells, the tight way he was coiled up to minimize his large size, the fine tremors in his hood, the way the tip of his tail flicked. He was scared.

 “Okay GI Jane,” Danny rasped to Luxray, “You did good. Back to your trainer.” Luxray didn’t move, remaining resolutely by his side, glaring at Arbok.

 “Steve, call her off.” Danny turned his head to find the man in question standing just inside the door to his apartment, Kono, Pua, and a few other HPD members behind him.

Steve glared hard at him for a moment, clearly thinking of arguing, but Danny just tweaked his eyebrows at him and Steve relented.

 “Luxray, return,” Steve ordered, gleaming black and yellow Ultraball in hand.

 Luxray gave a final growl before dissolving into scintillating red light and returning to her ball.

 Danny climbed shakily to his feet, waving Steve off as he moved to help, and turned to Arbok. The ‘mon was less tightly coiled, rearing up to his not unintimidating full height, eyes focused on Danny.

 “That’s a good boy,” Danny said as he moved carefully toward Arbok, “Keeping me safe while I was knocked out. But we talked about this. Steve and crew are family, ohana. Remember?” Even after years together, and the most stringent training Danny could give, Arbok could still be aggressive and mistrustful when he wanted to be.

“Chaaaarvok.” The pokemon hissed out quietly, lowering himself to Danny’s height, posture less aggressive.

 “I’m not mad atcha, something went down here; even if I can’t remember it. Why don’t you take a rest, where’s your Duskball.” The mention of Arbok’s ball had him rearing back, hissing in annoyance.

 “It’s here Danny,” Steve called out. Without taking his eyes off the grumpy ‘mon in front of him Danny motioned for Steve to bring it, adding a quiet ‘slowly’ as he did so.

 A moment later Steve was standing next to him, pressing the Duskball into his hand.

 “Arbok, return.” Danny lifted the ball as the beam shot out. For a moment Arbok glowed red but before he could dematerialize he reared back further, breaking the beam in a shower of red sparks.

“ChaaaarVOK!” Arbok hissed violently and Danny’s vision was immediately full of insane superSEAL as Steve jumped between them.

 “Move you goon,” Danny ordered as he pulled at Steve’s shirt, “He won’t attack me but I don’t know about you.”  Steve just shook his head.

 “You didn’t see him when we got here Danny, He was circling you, looking at you like you were lunch. We thought he’d attacked you until we saw the zip ties.” Danny felt fearful at Steve’s grumbled statement for an instant before his brain caught up. Danny moved his hands to grip Steve’s hips and leaned his forehead against his back.

 “I know how scared that had to make you, I know you don’t trust Arbok, but if he was gonna eat me he would have done it immediately after breaking out of his ball. But he was protecting me. He only breaks out of his ball if he senses something is wrong. Something big, trust me, just move to the side.” Steve, tense under his hands, relaxed after a moment and slid to the side.

 He didn’t go far, instead, he wrapped one arm around Danny’s shoulders and pulled him into his side. Danny leaned gratefully into Steve’s side, but also spied Luxrays’ ball in Steve’s free hand.

 “See big guy, I’m fine now. Safe and sound. Get back in your ball until I sort all this out. Then you can come out. I’ll take you for a nice swim and everything.” Danny addressed his ‘mon with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Once again he lifted the Duskball to call him back but this time Arbok hissed quietly and dropped fully to the floor. Before he could react Steve pulled him backward and Arbok slithered off quickly down the short hallway toward the bathroom and lone bedroom.

 “What the hell, you overgrown worm,” Danny grumbled, dragging Steve with him to follow the snake.

 “Danny we don’t have time for this we need to get you checked…out.” Steve’s statement died on his lips as they stopped outside the bathroom door. Coming from under the door was a small trickle of blood.

 Steve immediately let go of him and reached for his gun. Before he could make contact with it though Danny grabbed his wrist.

 “You know how he feels about guns.” Danny nodded toward Arbok, who was now coiled, docile, in the open door of his bedroom. Steve grumbled but didn’t pull his gun.

 “Is that why you won’t go back,” Danny asked the serpent, “Something or someone in here?” Arbok’s only action was to turn and slither more deeply into Danny’s bedroom, eyes glowing in the gloom of his blackout curtains.

 “You don’t have to go back into your ball, yet,” Danny stressed the word harshly, “But stay put.” He raised a slightly shaky hand and pointed at his ‘mon. Arbok gave a low hiss that Danny chose to take as acceptance before turning back to the door.

 “Do your thing, Rambo.” Danny nodded at the closed door, feeling a bit nauseated as he did so. Shit, he really did need to get checked out. The longer he was on his feet the more his stomach wanted to empty itself.

 Steve grimaced, likely at the Rambo comment, and drew his weapon after placing Luxray’s ball on his belt. Danny moved to take shelter in his bedroom doorway at Steve’s glare, only just then realizing that Kono had followed them, as the two of them took up position on either side.

 Danny watched as Kono twisted the knob and Steve moved to thrust it open, only for the door to remain steadfastly shut.

 “What the…something is against it,” Steve said as he pressed more firmly. The door just started to open before someone screamed from within and slammed it shut, knocking Steve back a bit.

 “Fuck this…” Steve growled and before Danny could protest the SEAL stood tall and kicked the door open with all his might.

 Instead of the hail of bullets Danny had been expecting, another, louder, scream came from within. This time accompanied by what sounded like someone trying to climb up the walls.

 Steve and Kono, guns up, rushed in and Danny peered in behind them. There was blood all over the dingy tile of his bathroom and the shower curtain had been ripped down. Taking shelter in his tub was a Hawaiian man in a Team Skull uniform, his leg bleeding through a ripped-up pant leg from what looked like a V-shaped bite.

 “Arbok must have got him,” Danny mused aloud, “His saliva has an anticoagulant.” At the mention of his ‘mon the guy tried to scramble up the wall, backward, only to fall back into the tub when his leg wouldn’t hold him.

 “I’ll do anything, tell you anything you want, just keep that fucking thing away from me!” The guy screamed, pointing toward the door. Danny turned to find Arbok hovering menacingly behind him.

 “I told you to stay in the bedroom,” Danny grumbled at the snake. Arbok just flicked his tongue at Danny before flipping his tail toward Danny’s hand, the hand holding his Duskball.

 “Now you wanna go?” He asked and Arbok just looked at him, “Fine, return.” This time as he was enveloped in red light he only gave a short hiss before he dematerialized back into the ball.

###

  Steve stepped lightly through the hospital halls, heading for his Danno’s room. In the end, it was all very anti-climactic. He left Kono and HPD to get their Team Skull perp bundled up and dealt with while he took Danny to the hospital himself. After being assured that Danny would be okay, he had been knocked out with a gas derived from Butterfree sleep powder, Danny demanded that Steve join Kono in tracking Arcanine.

 Kono, as it turned out, hadn’t needed him. The Grunt, with a severe case of ophidiophobia, had told them exactly where the rest of the Team was holed up. After a trouncing by Chin, Kono, and Pua the other Grunts had given up easily. They returned Arcanine and even dimed out the rich collector on the mainland that hired them to snatch Arcanine for his breeding facility, as well as supplying them with the illegal knock-out gas.

 Steve often wondered why Team Skull continued to operate. The vast majority of them were terrible trainers and all of them were universally bad criminals. The few that Steve had battled that were decent were, he believed, wasting their talent. Especially as members of a wannabe Rocket replacement. They were a problem for another day though. For now, a half dozen of them were sitting in jail, a rich jackass on the east coast was being arrested for an illegal breeding ring, and Steve had an Arcanine to deliver.

 When Steve made it to Danny’s room he found his partner asleep. Quietly Steve dropped down into the chair by the bed frowning at the I.V. stand and vitals monitor. Everything seemed to be in order but he still didn’t like it. Steve dropped Arcanines ball onto the tray table and took Danny’s hand in his.

 “I got Arcanine back babe. He’s right here waiting on you for when you wake up.” Steve said quietly and Danny just slept on. Smiling, Steve leaned back in his chair to wait. He was just closing his eyes, thinking of working in a nap, when the shaking of Arcanines' ball caught his attention.

 As the indicator began to flash Steve lunged, grabbing the pokeball from the table and pointing it at the floor. In a flash of white light Arcanine appeared, stretching his bulk in the limited space of the hospital room.

 “Hey, why’d ya stop hol’ing my hand, we fightn?” Danny’s slightly slurred question caught Steve’s attention before he could scold the canine, who was now curling up at the foot of Danny’s bed. Glad Danny was awake and happy he had saved him from being crushed under Arcanine’s weight, Steve dropped back into his chair and took Danny’s hand again.

 “No Danno, we’re not fighting. I had to get Arcanine’s ball before he landed on you.” Steve replied, smiling when Danny cast a bleary eye around for his poke’.

 “He’s curled up on the floor, safe and sound, and there are several Team Skull numbskulls sitting in lock up,” Steve explained and Danny lay back on his pillows.

 “What’d they wan’ him for? ‘Sides his awesome hair?” Danny queried and Steve had to suppress a laugh. The Butterfree gas must have still been in his system, his carefully controlled Jersy accent was slipping in.

 “Rich guy on the east coast saw the article, hired them to snatch him. The guy has been under investigation for ties to an illegal breeding ring. Arc’s poke’napping will be the nail in his coffin.” Steve explained, he could give Danny the full details when he was more awake.

 Danny gave him a crooked smile and rolled onto his side to face him more fully.

“Coulda tol’em it was a waste of time. Tried to breed him. Females and Dittos. He’s got no interest. The only lady he’s ever liked is yer Pyroar...and thas different. Think he might be gay.” Danny trailed off with a chuckle before snuggling into his pillow, still gripping tight to Steve’s hand.

 Steve just shook his head and settled back in his chair, still holding Danny’s hand. Homosexual behavior had been seen in pokémon, but it wasn’t very common. Steve couldn’t help but chuckle. If that was the case that would just be Danny’s odd luck. Accidentally got a purebred Growlithe, with rare bloodlines, and it evolved into an Arcanine with zero interest in females.

 Not that it mattered, not really. Everyone was safe and sound, Danny was on the mend and Arcanine was home. They could talk more later. Maybe…just maybe Danny would think about moving in with him now. Arcanine gave a quiet snort in his sleep, like he could hear Steve’s pining thoughts, and curled into himself more.

 Leaning back Steve closed his eyes with a smile, deciding to join the pair in a nap.

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

The McDanno looks of this posts reminded me of a scene of that ‘Danny gets a prince albert to not do anything stupid to spite Steve after he leaves bc of Shelbourne and they never really defined their relationship’ wip I have. So because I don’t at all know what the time table for it is, here’s a bit because I have no self control. 

 “So...this your game plan? Stalk me on my off time?” 

“Intervene, meddle, and crash every ‘date’. Yeah,” Steve nodded, using air quotes on the word date. “That guy was a loser! I did you a favor!”

“What if I just wanted a drink? Huh?”

“You can have a drink with the team, or at my place. Or yours. Cheaper. Better. This wasn’t because you were thirsty. If it were, you wouldn’t be going to an overpriced tourist trap.”

“Alright, maybe it’s not about the drink. Maybe it’s an escape from feeling like an unwanted outsider! Maybe I just wanted a night away from being reminded how far away from home I actually am! Maybe make a friend.” 

That cut deeper than he wanted it to, mostly because even if Danny was exaggerating to make a point, it was still a valid point to be made. Danny didn’t think of Hawaii as home and his leaving probably didn’t make it any better. He wasn’t here as Danny’s boss and only slightly here as Danny’s friend. He was in front of Danny as a remorseful lover who fucked up and wanted to fix what they had. But he’s never had a real relationship. Not one that mattered or that he thought he could be proud of. Or one he wanted to pursue.

He thought of Danny every free moment he had while he was away. Worried for a variety of reasons. About their relationship, first and foremost. About his safety without being there to watch his back, no matter how much he trusted the skills of the cousins. There was more to the job than what they did in the field. He accepted the Governor's offer and all that came with it, and he wasn’t blind that it was offered to him for his status and repertoire. He had no idea what him suddenly leaving would fully mean for the team and their perks once he was gone. 

He could just stand back. Let the pieces fall where they may. Well, he has! The thought of Danny with anyone else literally made him sick. He’ll deny it and have it back up his claim of needing to drive or he’ll get carsick. He even tried giving Catherine another chance in hopes he could go back to whatever he was doing during his time in the Navy to keep suspicion off of him not being straight. But that backfired and he hopes they won’t need help from her any time soon. Maybe in time he’ll forgive her for thinking about Danny and calling out his name when he reached climax with her going down on him but she’s blocked his number and he doesn’t blame her. His concern is still highly on getting Danny back so if it’s a wake up call for each of them at least they knew where they stand now. 

“If that’s all there is then they wouldn’t mind meeting your other friends,” Steve said stubbornly. He fought for what he believed in and after what they had, he had to fight for them. 

“And if I need a life outside of you?” 

Steve wished that would be more sarcastic, but the pain in Danny’s eyes was too real and he hates himself for causing it. 

“I’m not good at being away from you.”

Danny scoffed, “Really?” 

“I had to follow that lead. Maybe it’s pretentious to say I know you understand that, but you do. But I came back. And...it wasn’t because I was born here. Because I have a family legacy here. I came back...because you’re here. If you were to have found a way to get Grace back to Jersey, I’d go there.” 

“If Rachel did another bitch move and took Grace to England?�� 

“Honestly? I’d call in some favors to keep her from doing it. But if she managed that bullshit, I got connections with guys who set up living arrangements for people anywhere, and I’d get us a place as close to Grace as possible.”     

“...and if I just want to fuck my way out of the feelings I have for you?” 

“Assuming they don’t run off because I’m looming by or with a black eye then...I’ll wait.”

“Wait?” 

“Until you get bored. Until you get tired. I fucked up, trust me, not a moment’s passed where I don’t remember that, but what we had doesn’t go away. It hasn’t. As angry as you are at me right now...you still care. You want ‘us’ as badly as I do.” 

His biggest fear is being wrong about that. That Danny didn’t care as much as he did, so as much as he hates not being able to automatically pick up where they left off, Danny’s anger at being left behind means he cares. More genuinely than anyone has cared about Steve in too long. Maybe even ever. 

“I need time, Steven...” 

“Good.” 

“Good?”

“Yeah, good. Means we’re not over. Just need to mend.” 

“Can we really be over when we never officially started?” 

“With loopholes like that...even if we go slow in the relationship part...if I invite you over for a beer. Will you come?” 

“...no.” 

“Oh...”

“I honestly didn’t come here to fuck anyone, you schmuck. I can’t right now anyway.” 

“What? Why not?” When Danny didn’t seem to want to answer, he prompted, “Danny, why not?”

“I’m still healing from my piercing...” 

“Piercing? What piercing will keep you fro-” his eyes zero in on Danny’s crotch. A jolt of arousal at the imagery in his mind went straight to his own cock, “You got pierced while I was away, Danno?” 

“Maybe. I got used to certain level of recklessness with you around. Suddenly, everything’s too orderly. And...I didn’t want to do anything stupid out of petty spite I’d regret later. This...ensured it.” 

“Can I see it?”

“You track me down, act all possessive and caveman like and made a show of personally returning the drink someone got for me, and now you’re asking to see me naked?” 

“You don’t have to get naked to show me your cock.” 

“You’re an animal, you know that?” 

“None of that has been a no. Come back to my place. Give me a show.” 

“You haven’t earned a show.”

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they continue to banter, steve takes danny back to his place, doesn’t get a show but they at least know they want to work through their relationship-y things. 

[mcgarrettsincorrect]

steve: santa is essentially a stalker, and he only stalks children to give them gifts in order for them to stay "good" for him, so he really should go to jail

danny: steve, we're in a children's toy store

steve: so? just because we're getting christmas presents for charlie, it doesn't mean i can't point out santa's various problems

[conradrasputin]

via @myfairsherly

so first off, I’m no good at instant messaging (Bunny knows), so expect pauses while I work through the brain fog (Which was bad pre-covid, but reached impossible levels post-covid)

second making this au of an au bc it clashes imo with the perfect javisteveridrigo triangle that I prefer

THAT SAID, I always picture Rodrigo as the man that’s calm and adapts just as calmly, being more or an irresistible lure for Steve in their arrangement, but his son Ricky (a la ‘Tie me Up’ film) is a wildcard that never loses his obsessions no matter how many institutions clear him, and is just as obsessed with Steve the second he sees him.

Steve’s no doormat, so Rodrigo’s son or not, he’s always punching Ricky down to the floor, but Ricky’s like the terminator, he just gets back up and up again, and he does NOT give Steve boundaries, saying HE’S gonna be the one to marry Steve, and Rodrigo can’t stop it since he’s been happily under arrest via Steve, so Ricky is constantly nosing Steve’s neck and p**sy, breaking into Steve’s house and spooning him (and grinding his morning wood against him  while playing with Steve’s chest),  and look Steve isn’t a doormat, but also look, that is basically another prime cut of Rodrigo being obsessed with him and is 24/7 available, with 24 hour access to horsec*ck that wants to please him, and he hasn’t even grown out his beard yet,  and Steve is already crumbling because there’s just something about a young alpha that’s feral for your p**sy.

 Also Ricky has no anger about Javi and Rodrigo because he’s content as long as he thinks Steve is walking down the altar with HIM, and would “share” him with Javi and even Rodrigo tbh (even DP as long as the other one doesn’t come inside; Ricky’s still possessive that any 3way means he gets to cream Steve’s p**sy and any other guy can only knot in Steve’s mouth or backdoor)

(side side au, Ricky might also fit stalking/kidnapping mob son Danny, omg it fits my fantasy tbh, I need to rewatch this film)

[ao3feed-the100]

Death's call

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1PwnXNq

by valpolyto

A AU ghost fic. Clarke Griffin at one time, had twenty-seven soulmate marks on her arm. Then, when she was fourteen, those twenty-seven marks disappeared. Which means that her mates, all of them, were dead. Clarke has lived with this hole in her heart for years. Now, she and a team of scavengers go search navy ship that has been missing for years. Only to find that the ship isn't as empty as they thought it was.

The twenty-seven beings inside the ship? They will claim Clarke, take her, keep her. All they have to do? Is take her life.

Words: 4113, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes, Jasper Jordan, John Murphy, Monty Green, Atom (The 100), Dante Wallace, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanov, Hela (Marvel), Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Thor (Marvel), Sam Wilson, Elektra Natchios, Danny Rand, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Yelena Belova, Melina Vostokoff

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Clarke Griffin, Laura Barton/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Natasha Romanov, Clarke Griffin/Pietro Maximoff, Clarke Griffin/Wanda Maximoff, Clarke Griffin/Elektra Natchios, Clarke Griffin/Pepper Potts, Clarke Griffin/Tony Stark, Clarke Griffin/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Clarke Griffin/Thor (Marvel), Clarke Griffin/Hela (Marvel), Carol Danvers/Clarke Griffin, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Jessica Jones, Frank Castle/Clarke Griffin, Yelena Belova/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Melina Vostokoff

Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Stalking, Ghost Sex, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Horror, Soulmates

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1PwnXNq

[aliidarling]

danny johnson with friendly!survivor

DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader

— headcanons

nsfw / sfw content below!

imagine danny seeing you for the first time, dressed in a cute black dress with black uggs, your hair with a bow in the back. his first thought is how the hell can you run in those furry boots? they must get mud all over them.

he’s at first drawn by you, your beauty, innocence, and how you’re so god friendly. it’s nerve wracking, how each time he pairs up with you, you don’t hesitate to greet him with a hug. he feels a little possessive, wondering if you do this with other killers. he asks around and they all tell him you’re scared of them, how you run off immediately and how you stick to gens.

he feels prideful at that. you were comfortable around him, safe even. if he wasn’t such a deranged lunatic maybe he’d ask you out like a normal gentlemen, but whenever he sees you he’s caught inbetween two worlds.

imagine danny seeing the other survivors take advantage of your purity, asking you to sacrifice yourself and unhook others, always blaming their generator blasts on you. one time he even witnessed them slamming a pallet in your face, and at that moment he swore he would all gut them and send them up into the entity.

his pretty princess didn’t deserve this treatment. you deserved to get pampered and massaged, get your cute little face rubbed and kissed, not whatever the hell this is.

safe to say, none of the other survivors made it out that round. you, on the other hand, escaped unscathed through the hatch with a kiss on the forehead.

imagine danny witnessing you coming into the match with a tiny pajama set, matching with all your fellow survivors. you have a black oversized tee shirt on that hugs your chest and accentuates your curves(he swears he’s not a creep, he just notices things easily..). your shorts weren’t any better, shaking off that soft skin of yours that glowed. he would rather die then to see that pretty skin all bruised and bloody.

he can quite literally melt into a puddle as he notices what’s on your shirt. it’s a graphic design of him slashing, with his name written in a flashy red font. the entity must of noticed his obsession with you, because no way this was a coincidence. he had never been more happy. he was definitely gonna make sure to give the entity some more sacrifices as a little thanks.

imagine danny slowly becoming more and more obsessed with you, a small crushing turning into a massive obsession over the span of a few months. he can’t breathe with you, can’t think, can’t sleep, can’t do anything. he starts to sneak into the survivors camp just to take photos of you, snapping you in every angle he can get. he thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the world.

whenever he sees someone interact with you while he’s doing his usual stalking he finds himself becoming so angry. why were you entertaining them? you were his good girl, not that dick steve’s or sweet boy dwight’s. his.

half of his bedroom is a mess, cluttered with random little miscellaneous he found throughout the forest of his realm. his house is small and rusty, a little cabin in the woods he stays in outside of trials, where he spends all his time thinking about you. just you. under his bed is a blood red box he hides, full of polaroids of you, some pieces of clothing he managed to snatch off your figure, even some of your missing objects you hadn’t seen in months.

did i mention he loves to break into your cabin?

imagine danny snooping through your small room while you’re out in a trial, shoving his nose into your business and sniffing everything. he goes through your closet, dressers, under your bed, even tries prying open the floor boards. he wants to analyze every part of you and understand how you work, how you function, how that tiny brain of yours thinks.

he can’t help but laugh when he finds your collection of bows and your girly objects. he doesn’t know how you’ve managed to have make up and hygiene products in this realm, but your dresser has them. no wonder he’s so obsessed with sniffing you, you have that sweet aroma of sweet goods and vanilla sweets that’s coming from your perfumes.

nsfw content below!!

imagine danny whisking you away whenever you both are matched up, taking you into one of the rooms in the myers house. he’s quick to push you down onto the rugged mattress and pull your tiny dress up, grinding his hips against your round butt. he cherishes your sweet little moans, how your eyes roll back.

he loves to tug at you, taking his mask off at times to bite and kiss you. you were the only person he’d let see him without it, especially in such a vulnerable moment. he would take advantage of his access to your butt and give it bites, leaving literal red marks on your butt. your loud squeal and annoyed glare is what amuses him and makes him keep doing it.

imagine danny holding you by your waist, his large hands that were undoubtedly covered in your friends blood grippijg you tightly as he rubbed his tip up and down your wet hole. he relishes in the fact he makes you so wet. he doesn’t have to do much, he can rub you and give you a little kiss and you’d be begging for his cock like a needy whore. he’s loves that about you, you’re easy. only when it comes to him, though.

imagine danny humming in relief as he finally slides himself deep inside you, bottoming out in one thrust. his hips snap against you as he focuses on how tight you are around him, how warm you are around his cock. he could not give a fuck about any of the survivors running around like mice, doing generators and opening chests, not knowing one of their fellow survivors were being slutted out and fucked nice n deep like the good girl you are. “shhhh,” he whispers gently, petting your face. your sweet cries make him harder.

imagine danny having you bent over one of the vaults, your head sticking out on the other side as you moan like a dumb girl, tongue sticking out. his hand is in your hair, tugging at it gently as he rolls his cock into you. he knows you’re in a position where anyone could walk across the two of you, but that only makes him more needy for you, more eager to fuck you hard.

he teases you a lot, making fun of you and giving you small jabs each time his fat tip hits your cervix. he listens to each noise you make, wanting to inhale your words. he was obsessed with every part of you, from your head to toes, your insides to outsides.

imagine danny having his days where he’s so pissed off. all four survivors escaped, and he can’t even count the amount of times he got a pallet slammed in his face. he’s quick to sneak into your cabin and push you down onto your bed, not caring about your confused pleas and dumb words about getting caught. he ignores everything you say, pulling your pants off and pulling you forcefully into a face down ass up position.

ramming his cock in your unprepared hole was one of the best feelings in the world, other then gutting his victims. your cries into your pillow are silenced as he keeps a hand on the back of your head, massaging your scalp subtly. his other hand holds you down as he batters your pussy, groaning and letting dirty phrases slip out of his mouth. a part of him feels bad for being so mean to you, you’re just a sweet girl, so pretty and innocent— you don’t deserve this, no, you deserve to be fucked gently and kissed, but that doesn’t matter right now. right now he needs a tight hole to fuck his anger into.

[nobigsecrets]

#oh danny #i know you're just worried but you're singlehandedly inventing the phrase helicopter best friend

tags via @five-wow

Danny in 6.09 vs. from season 7 onwards. “That’s stalking. Don’t stalk, ‘cause that’s illegal.”

Or: In which Danny does not take his own advice even a little bit. (Does Danny have some lingering issues from being forced to watch Steve bleed out and then donating half his liver to narrowly save Steve’s life in 6.25? Maybe.)

On the other hand, let’s of course not pretend that this is an entirely new development. Episode 2.21:

[kazububs-archived]

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ?!

includes: Ghostface / Danny and Legion / Frank

summary: A avid Dead by Daylight player is suddenly teleported into their favourite game, how will they navigate facing the killers off in real life? cw: descriptions of blood/stabbing/etc, nothing too gorey, killer vs survivor chases, swearing. Let me know if I missed any!

wc: 1.7k+ / fandom: dead by daylight

a/n: its been so long since I've written for dbd so I hope this is up to standard lol

Killer: Ghostface

The warmth of the fire was almost reassuring, making you forget you were in the realm of the entities. You felt something brush against your bare leg as you made small talk with Kate, causing you to flinch and pull your leg back. However, as the fog crept up your body, the sensation remained. The world went black around you, shivering as it engulfed you as you were presumably transported into the trial grounds. 

As your feet were placed on the ground, it felt as if air had been pushed into your lungs. You took a quick look around Coldwind Farms. Shaking your hands to try to calm your nerves, you glance around again, mumbling to yourself, “This is fine, right? I mean, I’ve played a million matches on my PC, so it's fine. This is fine.” 

Starting to walk around, you glance down at a small watch on your wrist, thinking ‘when did that get there?’ You shake your head to ignore those thoughts as if anything was possible within the entities' realms. The perks on the watch read, ‘Spine Chill’, ‘Lithe’, ‘Detective Hunch’, and ‘Resilience’. So it seemed just talking to Tapp and Feng had unlocked their teachables, how lucky is that? 

Spine chill started to flicker, alerting you that the killer was nearby. Crouched behind a rusted container, you squint through the corn to catch a glimpse of the killer. “Is it a stealth killer? I’m not getting any heartbeat at all.” Just as you mutter that out a shooting pain rips open in your shoulder, a sleek black knife being pulled out of it. 

“Ah fuck!” Shouting to no one in particular as you break into a sprint trying to make distance from whoever the hell the killer was. Right now, your biggest worry was your shoulder. Is this the kind of pain every survivor feels every trial? 

The heartbeat picks up as you glance around for a jungle gym. Vaulting the window, you can feel the energy to run just a bit harder, just a bit faster. Losing sight of the killer, you crouch down to catch your breath. “Who carries a basic knife and doesn’t have a heartbeat...?” It took a couple of seconds before it seemed to perfectly click. “Ghostface.”  

Swearing quietly you get up and start looking around for a generator, attempting to ignore the stinging sensation in your shoulder. Footsteps seem to be getting closer, making your heart race, but once you turn around, it’s only Steve. "Hey, hey! Heal? Please?” Crouching down again as Steve pulls out gauze and some medical tape, making an attempt to heal your wound "Oh don't tell me," Steve looks at you silently, telling you to say what you were going to say, "he's got ruin doesn't he?" As you begin to reactivate the generator with a silent nod, your thoughts are secured. 

It takes a few minutes for the generator to roar to life, and a bright overhead light shines on you and Steve. “I’ll be back, go find another teammate!” Running frantically, you follow Elodie's screams, who hasn't been downed yet. As she collapses to the ground, a knife is ripped out of her back, and whimpers of pain escape as Ghostface lifts her onto his shoulders and carries her to a hook. 

You hide behind the fire barrel, observing Ghostface as he hooks Elodie. Once again a gut-wrenching scream rips through her and rings out in the trial. Ghostface pays her no mind, though, quickly losing his heartbeat and wandering off into the corn. A small trail of bent corn follows in his path; easy tracking. 

You slip Elodie off the hook as she gives a small nod and runs off. Turning your head, you can still see corn stalks being moved. Assuming that’s Ghostface, you follow the trail he’s left behind for you. 

The annoyance started to grow ever since you got out of the corn field. You couldn’t find the sneaky fucker! 

The pain started to subside in your shoulder as you craned your neck to try to see it, as the stab wound seemed to disappear into your skin. As the nasty scar appears, the pain disappears, only leaving a fuming survivor. “Where the hell is that bastard? I’m going to give him a piece of my mind!” stomping around until you see him leaning over a corner, stalking Elodie and Kate.

In a state of panic, you did the only thing that came to mind: make a noise. The pallet slams against the almost boulder-sized rock next to you as you swear you just witnessed Ghostface get whiplash. Letting out a chuckle as Ghostface tightens his grip on his knife, charging toward you. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck! I didn’t think this through!” You whine as your legs pick up speed, looking behind to see Ghostface tailing you. Though his steps did seem slower, wasn’t the killer's base speed supposed to be faster than yours? Paying no mind to Ghostface stumbling over his own feet, you run into the Thompson House, the stairs creaking loudly under your weight as you dash up to the roof. 

A large hole, seemingly perfectly taken out by the entity, is your only escape choice as he gains ground at an alarming rate. Though Ghostface felt like his mind was running faster than his body, ‘Why the hell can you talk?’ It felt like that question was on repeat ever since the chase started. He had never heard any survivors talk unless they were at the campfire getting ready for a trial. This is game-breaking, isn’t it? I mean, it's got to be? Right?! 

Clenching your teeth as you bolt out of the hole in the third-floor roof, praying that the fall wouldn’t be so brutal. On the PC, the survivors always seemed to bounce back without injury when you made them jump off high ledges. Praying that same logic holds up with you, as Ghostface smirks, watching your frame fall out of view pulled down by gravity. “Y/n, such an interesting character.”  

Killer: Legion (Frank) 

It wasn’t your first rodeo anymore as the fog curled around you, quickly reaching out to grab a med-kit before you were dragged into yet another trial. Your vision goes dark as your body feels weightless, before grounding itself with a shiver. 

As your vision clears up, blinking it away, you take notice of the snowy terrain. “Ah fuck, Ormond? C’mon Entity! I didn’t dress for this.” You gesture down to your baggy jeans and crop top. 

Gripping the med-kit, you start to wander around, keeping your eyes out for a generator. That was until your heart almost leaped out of your chest as the roar of a killer’s heartbeat drummed into your ears. Panicked, you looked around, hurting your neck in the process as you attempted to find where the killer was coming from and how they got so close so quickly. 

“Jeez, was that a wraith with a coxcombed clapper and lethal pursuer?" You grip your chest in an attempt to soothe your heart beating frantically. “God though that was terrifying.” Kneeling down at a nearby generator, you start flipping through gears and switches, hoping that some combination of them will work in your favor. 

But once you’re about halfway down the generator the heartbeat picks up, drastically getting closer and closer. Without a second thought, you break into a sprint, trying to run quick enough that your scratch marks would be disappearing by the time the killer got to your generator. You crouch behind a snowman that looks like if you were to lean against it, you’d get frostbite and it would tip over. 

Eyes scanning the area where the heartbeat is coming from, you come across an army jacket? Was there a chance that Jeff was in the lobby and you hadn’t noticed? Maybe the killer also has dark devotion, so that would explain why Jeff is carrying a heartbeat with him. 

But those thoughts were quickly shattered as the mystery man turned around, adorning a crudely made white mask with red ink smeared on it to look like a smile. You could feel a smile creeping up on your lips as you stared at the Legion's cluelessness. ‘Legion is always so fun to tease. We have to figure out exactly which one it is though. By the looks of it, it ain’t Susie or Joey. Frank or Julie, huh?’

After a couple more seconds of observing the Legion kick a pallet, it was confirmed that it was Frank in this trial. You can tell he is already aggravated by past chases, as no one has even been hit yet and one generator has already gone off. ‘Yikes’ 

Running out of hiding, you hope that he’ll catch onto your scratch marks quickly. “Hey Frank! Where’s the rest of ya? Come on, you know that I like Susie and Julie better than you! You should have sent them in instead.” You holler back as Frank whips his body around to face the source of the voice. 

“The fuck you want, huh? Wanna die?” He yells, tossing his knife in the air as he starts to ferally run towards you. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit!” Panic rose in your throat as you felt like you were going to throw up, feral frenzies always hurt a lot worse than normal stabs or shocks or chainsaws. It was only there to make you suffer, you swore, it couldn’t even down you, so what’s the point of it?! Useless power if you ask me. 

Frank could feel his vision start to darken, ‘No, fuck no, not yet.’ He groaned out in anger as he looked down at his knife. His vision darkened for a couple of seconds before he felt able to lift his head and take in his surroundings. ‘Damn no scratch marks…’ 

He assumed you had walked off to ensure you didn’t leave any way of him tracking you until he heard the grass rustle behind him. “Hey there Frankie boy, care to make this game a little more interesting for me?”  You smirk before jabbing your hand into his side ribs, making him groan in pain. “That’s the spirit!” You call out as you start running towards the killer shack. 

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tags: @tokyometronetwork @downtown-roponggi

[teruel-a-witch]

canon compliant what-if headcanon after 5x04 through 5x06

steve kisses danny. he's been feeling so helpless and out-of-his-depth because danny's been so lifeless and quiet and subdued, he doesn't know what to do, can't stand inaction, so he just takes danny's face in his hands and tries to breathe some life back into him the only way he knows how. even if danny gets angry or punches him it's so much better than the quiet stupor and retreating into himself.

danny surprises him by latching onto him like a drowning man, grabbing the lifeline steve is extending. steve barely holds onto his sanity so he doesn't drown too. he doesn't think this should go any further, this isn't how this was supposed to happen, if it ever did, but he cannot say no to 'yes' and 'please' and 'needs this' 'need you'. danny is so tired of feeling nothing, so empty, he's desperate to fill the void inside him even for a little bit, so he takes as much as steve is willing to give (everything).

afterwards danny escapes to jersey for the funeral without giving steve a chance to talk about it. he ducks the countless calls and deletes voicemails. he doesn't need to hear steve say what he already knows. that it was a one-time thing, a mistake. steve never would have even kissed him if he weren't so pathetic and broken and he knows how steve likes to fix broken things. danny recognises a pity fuck when he's offered one thank-you-very-much.

steve never stops trying. he figures he must have messed up somehow, showed his hand. danny just needed some temporary comfort and took it from the closest available person and now he must regret it thinking steve expects something more from him. clingy, needy steve. if only danny would give him a minute to explain, to show that he's ready to act like nothing ever happened to preserve their friendship. he will do it though it's killing him inside even more now that he knows what it feels like to have everything.

danny comes back without warning steve. doesn't go home, in case the big goof is staking out the place. he isn't ready to face him yet, so he goes to his favourite spot, even if looking at the ocean always makes him think of one of its particular inhabitants. of course, it's where steve promptly tracks him down, the guy is relentless. only he would practically stalk a guy to let him down easy.

turns out he needn't have worried, steve acts like nothing happened, he acts the way he always is, like a good and supportive friend, it's infuriating how he can compartmentalize it all so well. he wishes he had the strength to have it all out in the open, but privately he's grateful that he gets to keep the friendship, because he's missed the bastard and he doesn't have the strength to go cold turkey.

steve is relieved danny doesn't shut him out anymore, he vows to never make the mistake of showing his feelings again, the stakes are too high. when it comes to danny, as always, he'll take what he can get.

back to the status quo. never again. they are both very skilled at lying to themselves. perhaps, they would have stuck to their guns but steve had to go and get kidnapped...

[lvlycheri]

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ❀˳ ⁺

I ONLY WRITE DARK CONTENT FOR FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

Content I write for: manipulation, yandere, stalking, noncon/dubcon, innocence kink, corruption kink, dumbfication, age gap, somnophilia, noncon voyeurism, very slight femdom incest (this list can get updated in the future)

Content I don't write for: necrophilia, anything involving secretions, underage relationshop, piss kink, pegging, self-h (this list can get updated in the future)

Characters I write for (can get updated in the future):

Stranger Things – Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Robin Buckley

The Umbrella Academy – Five Hargreeves

Actors – Joseph Quinn (non-dark contents)

Slashers – Kurt Kunkle, Brahms, Michael Myers

Dead by Daylight – Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson, Leon S. Kennedy

☁️ REQUESTS ARE: OPEN