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standbi-ghost · 4 years ago

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Guess I’ll Just kms

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suicide (technically), suicidal thoughts, panic attack

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In order to go ghost, Danny has to kill himself. It isn’t that bad really, but when his mom finds a journal where he keeps track of the best ways to kill himself (which sounds sketch in and of itself) and thinks he’s suicidal, he has an important decision to make.

It was a grounding feeling; the cold touch of a knife pressed to his throat. What once would’ve frightened him to no end, was now becoming something of a constant in his otherwise chaotic life. He let the knife find its keep and in seconds, his Jugular vein was sliced.

As he let the all too familiar feeling of his ghostly transformation happen, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the ghastliness of his situation. Was this technically suicide? No, probably not, it’s not like he was actually dying, just, playing dead. Lots of animals do it in self-defense and this wasn’t that far off. Plus, Danny knew he didn’t want to die, or in his case, cease to exist, right?

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he turned to see Skulker already in a fighting stance. He sighed and shot into the sky ready for the chase to begin.

At the cursed hour of 4 in the morning, Danny found himself sneaking into his own room. He flopped onto his mattress and let out a long, well-deserved mind you, groan.

He felt like he’d been run over by a car which was probably because that’s exactly what happened. Hey, to be fair, he had also been invisible. How was the poor driver supposed to know Danny was stupidly floating in the middle of the road? The driver was fine too, a little shaken up but he managed to phase him out of his car before any damage was done to him.

He lazily snaked his arm into his abandoned backpack and pulled out a dying black notebook barely holding itself together by a thread. There were rips, tears, and folds everywhere and a suspicious amount of green and brown stains were spattered throughout the pages. He liked to joke that it was his own personal Death Note except the only one doing any dying was him. It had started out as a way to record which death methods were quick and easiest, which were dramatic but efficient, which shouldn’t be tried again, but it had developed into a coping mechanism of sorts, some kind of morbid diary filled with a mixture rants and execution plans. He flipped to the next clean page and began to write his death-of-the-day and the events that followed.

A sinking calm settled into his core as he continued to rant about missing yet another test because of Skulker. He was halfway done with the entry when his eyes began to flutter closed, no longer being able to fight his body’s plea for rest.

He didn’t hear the soft creak of his door open, didn’t see the hand reach out and take his notebook, didn’t feel that same hand run itself through his hair, giving way for a pair of lips to kiss his forehead.

When his alarm went off at the usual 6 am it always did, he didn’t notice the suffocating stagnant air in the room, just stretched out his sore limbs, rubbed his eyes awake, and went on with his usual morning routine.

As he made his way downstairs, Danny made sure to annoyingly, as any younger sibling should, yell at his sister.

“Jazz I swear to the Ancients that if you try and leave without me again, I will piss your pants, you know I can’t be late again, Mr. Lancer-”

His voice trailed off when he took in the sight of his parents before him.

His dad was avoiding direct eye contact in the most obvious manner. His mom was wearing a watery smile, most likely trying to mask whatever had both his parents so tense. For a second, he panicked. Had they figured it out? What was it? Was it the mannerism, the eyes, the hair?

“Danny?”

He looked up from his panicked haze and saw concern plastered on both his parents’ faces. It looked wrong.

“Uh- where’s Jazz?” he asked, looking around in a last-ditch effort to crawl out from under their crushing gaze.

“Jazz left for school early today, something about a meeting with one of the counselors” his dad quietly responded, almost like he was tiptoeing around Danny, which set off all kinds of red flags.

For one it was hard to forget his dad could even be that subdued, the man practically radiated excitement. He also seemed, tired. Not the kind of tired you get after working at a lab all day, no, this was a soul-crushing tired, one that reflected inner turmoil. He looked away to catch his mom’s gaze only to look Danny in the eyes again, a forced smile finding its way on his face.

“Danny boy, we just wanted to talk to you about some- about how you’re doing.”

“I- uh, don’t know what you mean dad” he stuttered out.

“You’ve just been really closed off lately and, as your parents, we worry Danny.”

He turned his wide eyes towards his mother. Had he heard her right? They worried? Had he been worrying his parents? Was he a distraction? He was already indirectly messing with their inventions but now he was distracting them too. What kind of son-

“I’m fine. I mean, school’s been, uh- something, but I’ve been dealing- “

“Danny, are you suicidal?”

It came out as a whisper, but it echoed loudly in his head.

All he could do was stare, mouth agape, desperately trying to form words in his favor.

Heavy wasn’t the right word to describe the air in the room. Suffocating came closer. How was he even supposed to respond to that? If he told his parents the truth, they would hate him for keeping it a secret for so long. For lying to them, manipulating them, making a fool out of them. They would do much worse than dissect him, they would no longer see him as their son and that cut deeper than any scalpel could. On the other hand, if he lied and told them he was suicidal, they would ship him off to a loony bin. They would stuff him with pills and strip his mind away from him leaving him an empty husk of a person. And would it even be a lie? How many times had the thought crossed his mind? How many times had he begged for death at the end of an alleyway, at the bottom of a ditch, passed out at the foot of his bed, only to get up, dust off, and continue to live- no- to exist as a drone.

His breath began to pick up- could he even call it a breath? He knew if he didn’t say something, anything, his parents would come up with their own answer. What was the question again? Why couldn’t he think straight? He would lose any and all control he may have had. Was he in control? Why couldn’t he control his own body? His own mind? His thoughts were racing, and he was dragging behind them. Why was everything moving so fast? Why couldn’t he catch a break for once? He felt like a cornered animal, quite literally too. A feral growl crawled out of his throat as he backed himself into a wall, attempting to make himself look less pathetic. Attempting to make himself look like a threat. Maybe then they’ll go away. Maybe then he would stop hurting so much.

Don’t let them know you’re weak.

They’ll hurt you.

They won’t understand.

They’ll never love you.

How could they love you?

You-

“Danny”

And just like that, the fog dispersed and he was left stranded in the empty halls of his mind. He felt the cold wall behind him taunting him with its cold embrace.

“Danny it’s okay, you’re okay, breathe”

That was his mom’s voice. He felt the adrenaline seep out of him, embarrassment taking its place. That was all the confirmation they needed. He was fucked. No matter what they thought of him before, nothing could erase the scene he had just caused. Ancients he was fucked. What even was that? What normal person freaks out over a simple question?

He groaned as he let his face fall into the palm of his hands. He felt a wave of shame wash over him as his mom took him in her arms.

For a moment everything was back to normal. There was still tension in the air, but it all melted in the warm embrace of his mom.

“I found your notebook last night.”

And with that, it all made sense. He flinched out of her embrace and felt shame at seeing the hurt on her face the action caused. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his chapped lips. Of course, the one escape he had was what had exposed him. It was naïve of him to think that no one would find the notebook he practically carried everywhere. Sooner or later this had been bound to happen, he just hoped it would be later. He had been careless and now he was paying for it.

“I guess I should come clean huh?” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared, terrified, but he couldn’t shake the possibility that maybe, maybe, his parents would support him, be there for him. The very thought left a warm feeling in him.

“It started a few weeks before Freshman year...”

And so, he let the dam break. 3 years filled with pain and fear poured out in a flurry of words. He found that, once he started, he couldn’t stop.

He couldn’t help but flinch as his dad reached out and took his small hands in his. He looked him dead in the eyes, searching for confirmation, that this was okay, and when Danny nodded, he pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, his mom following closely behind.

“Oh Danny, how could you not tell us?” his dad asked.

“We’re sorry for making you feel anything but loved and accepted. There is nothing you could do or become that could get rid of our love for you.”

So that’s how he found himself skipping school, in a cuddle pile with his parents, binge-watching Star Wars, Marvel movies, and the occasional Space Documentary.

And when Jazz got home after school that evening, she didn’t question the sight of her parents holding on to Danny for dear life in the middle of their living room, caught in a pile of pillows, blankets, and love, acceptance. She just smiled, shook her head, and made her way up the stairs.

She would have a talk with her brother about his mental health another time. Right now, she knew, everything would be okay.

“oh uh, you guys should probably stay far away from the red bulls in my room.”

“Wha- “

“I may or may not have filled them with arsenic...”

“Daniel James Fenton”

“It's death on the go!”

Everything would be okay.

#yall want angst?#angst #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #danny phantom au #alternate universe #fentons #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #fanfiction #suicide?#not really #panic attack #identity reveal #family fluff #angst with a happy ending

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specter-speeder · 4 years ago

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here’s a bad but wholesome horror fic by yours truly (angst, fluff, and v lil gore)

In which Danny pulls some true Paranormal Activity sh*t on his family. Only kind of makes sense, but let me be amused by this concept, okay? Post-reveal. Do I even have to say no Phantom Planet?

“I am a ghost. Fear me.”

Danny started to feel it a few days after his parents had closed the portal. It was time for the ecto-filtrator to go - when Jack and Maddie had designed it, they hadn’t anticipated the size of the Ghost Zone and its post-human population. It saw more traffic than it could handle, thanks to Danny’s fatal slip-up. They’d been working on a new containment system for the ectoplasmic waste the portal produced with each ghost that breached it, but installation meant disabling the machine for an entire week.

Without his ghost fights, Danny had become restless quickly. That much he could manage. He knew what would come next, though, and he wouldn’t dare let on to his family. Since becoming a ghost, he’d only felt this starved a few times before. It was one of his inhuman qualities he hated the most. His ghost half was yearning for fear. It was making him ill. Gave him a reason to miss his class’s 3-day team-building retreat. He’d insisted to Sam and Tucker that he had things under control— he wanted to think he did. Now, Sam and Tucker were gone, and Danny was battling fevered sleep for most hours of the day. He’d never felt so drained.

Call it intuition; Jazz knew this wasn’t the flu. Danny didn’t used to insist on hiding it when he felt like crap. In fact, the Danny she grew up with wouldn’t stop whining about it whenever he was sick. This had to be a ghost thing. She wondered if her parents messing with the portal was somehow hurting him, but Danny wouldn’t budge. He wasn’t going to help her understand. She’d been dialing Sam and Tucker all day - straight to voicemail. She’d just poked her head into Danny’s room, only to find him awake in bed and glaring at her, when she felt her phone buzz. She tiptoed further down the hall and checked the caller ID: Sam Manson.

Next thing Danny knew, his mom, dad, and Jazz were creeping into his room, forcing sympathetic smiles. Sh*t, what now? Maddie placed her hand on his forehead, he swatted it away, eyes narrowed.

“How’re you feeling, sweetie?”

“The same. Why are—“

“You don’t have the flu.” Jazz interrupted. Danny clenched his jaw.

“Jazz, maybe we could talk about this privately?” he muttered.

Jack crossed his arms. “Don’t be mad at your sister. We’re worried, too.” Danny’s eyes met Jazz’s, questioning. She sighed.

“Sam told me everything.”

Danny scrubbed his hands over his face and groaned.

“I told her how bad you were, and she’s on my side. You need help.” He shook his head, glancing at his parents anxiously.

“Look, guys... you can’t help me. Just get the portal up and running and—“

“You need someone to be afraid.” Maddie stopped him, her voice clinical.

Danny stumbled over his words, trying to answer quickly. “If the portal’s working, the ghosts can—“

“Danny, it’s not close to being done.”

Jack nodded in agreement. “Your friend said it would work, so... we thought maybe, you could scare us.”

Danny’s ears rung. They shouldn’t have offered. Sam should have shut down Jazz’s stupid idea, for his sake. He didn’t want to say yes. He really, really didn’t want to say yes. He blinked.

“You mean... use my powers to...”

“We’ll know it’s only you, so... how bad can it be?”

Everything in him was urging him to take the offer, against his own wishes. He could already feel energy prickling on his spine, cooling him off. Relief.

“Are you sure?” He asked blankly. Maddie was too quick to answer.

“Of course.”

“Really sure?”

She nodded hesitantly. Jack didn’t look so convinced.

Danny took a deep breath, cold anticipation churning in his lungs. It was all he needed, and there was no going back now. With a loud electrical pop, his room was pitch black. He sunk underneath his bed and let himself transform, the typical bright flash weakened to a dull glow. All was quiet.

“Danny...?” Maddie ventured.

Phantom’s ghost form appeared in front of them in a flash, for a fraction of a second. Wide-eyed and mouth ajar, both glowing entirely green and oozing fog. Expressionless. Maddie jumped, and the Fentons were in the dark again.

The lights flickered on, but Danny’s room was different. His bed was stripped down to the mattress. All that remained on his shelves were his model rockets. His books, other trinkets, his trunk— everything was gone. Maddie felt her heart pounding in her chest, Jack was frozen, and Jazz’s eyes fluttered open cautiously.

“Where...?” Jack breathed, inching toward his wife.

Jack glanced toward the ceiling, but as soon as he saw it, it all fell. Danny’s books slammed to the floor. His trunk was the loudest, hitting the ground with a bang and toppling open, sending various balls and sports equipment bouncing with supernatural strength. Everything glowed a faint green. Before the objects settled, the Fentons were struck by Danny’s sheets and bedspread, flying toward them at what felt like 100 miles per hour. Jazz couldn’t help but scream.

The force had shoved them through Danny’s doorway. When they finally threw the bedding off, Danny’s door slammed shut in front of them, cracking the frame. Maddie eyed the railing just behind them. She’d been sure Danny wouldn’t hurt them, but another foot and they’d have been hurled over it. She wasn’t so convinced anymore. Could he blame her?

Jazz knew this was her idea, but she hated what she’d unleashed. She felt anger bubble at Sam. Was this supposed to be a punishment for caring about her brother? She thought they were beyond that. How often was Danny like this? Did his creepy girlfriend encourage it? She didn’t know much outside regretting she hadn’t tried harder for another solution.

“Away from the stairs. C’mon, away from the stairs!” Maddie urged, grabbing Jack and Jazz by their sleeves and cautiously tugging them down to the living room. She could’ve sworn they left the lights on, but everything was dim now save for the light of the setting sun drifting through the windows. The trio huddled close.

Static crackled as the television switched on. “—has residents questioning the whereabouts of the infamous Amity Park ghost, known by some as Phantom. Next, we’re live with—” The nightly news quickly cut to a vibrant green screen, accompanied by a reverberating, high-pitched ring. Jazz clasped her hands over her ears as it grew louder, piercing the air. It filled her with an unmistakable sense of dread, hopelessness.

“Mads…” Jack whispered, raising a shaking finger. They turned to face the windows. One by one, each vertical blind swayed slightly, an unseen force moving across them. It’s just Danny—she repeated the phrase over in her mind, grasping for a sense of calm. The movement stopped.

“Is it over?” Jack looked to Jazz. She shook her head unknowingly, eyes fixed on the window. She could see people outside. Neighbors who wouldn’t think a thing of ghost activity erupting from their home. Jack held his breath as Maddie caught hers. Her sense of calm was torn from her as soon as she’d found it.

The sound of snapping wood thundered from the blinds as they abruptly slammed shut, sending Jazz scrambling back. Jack caught her as she tripped over the carpet, hoisting her back onto her feet. The din from the television was deafening, its screen casting a green light on the entire room. Where Jazz had slipped lay a smudged pool of glowing ectoplasm, reflecting bright green. Maddie was the first to notice. Her head tilted upward slowly.

Danny hung upside-down, slack-jawed. Thick ectoplasm filled his mouth, dripping from his lips and empty eye sockets. His ribs jutted from his barely-opaque torso, a mangled mix of white and green disappearing into a ghostly tail. Gutted.

Jazz and Jack followed Maddie’s gaze, only catching a glimpse of the horrific form before it vanished completely. Maddie shrieked Danny’s name, a piercing combination of anger and terror.

“Sh*t!” Jack wrapped his arms around Maddie and reached for Jazz’s hand. The growing pool of ectoplasm on the floor bubbled and crept toward them, forcing them toward the kitchen. He shoved his family through the door and slammed it shut. It oozed through the frame.

The kitchen looked normal enough, but none of them dared move. The lights had been spared, and everything seemed to be in its place. After a few seconds of silence, every cabinet was thrown open at once, omitting a hideously loud slam. Maddie yelped and Jack grabbed her protectively, every hair on his neck standing up. Jazz leaned against the table, on the verge of tears.

With the last bang, it ended. Danny reappeared in the corner of the room. A quick white flash and he was his human self again, hands pressed against the walls to stabilize himself. He looked up at his wide-eyed family, panting. They looked scared of him. Of course they looked scared of him.

“What the f*ck, Danny!?” Jazz shrieked.

“Language!” Maddie chided.

Danny’s eyes flicked toward the cabinets, still ajar. He’d seen too many scary movies. He raised both hands defensively, shrinking against the wall.

“I won’t do it again. Promise.”

A beat of silence was broken by Jack’s deep, bellowing laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Jazz hissed.

Jack shook his head. “Look at ‘im!” Danny furrowed his brow.

“This kid did all that? I mean, who knew you had it in ya?”

Danny shrugged uncomfortably, averting his eyes.

“I know you’re a ghost, but c’mon!” Jack chuckled, wiping his eye.

Maddie took a step forward. Then, another. She wrapped Danny in her arms and ruffled his hair. “You’re okay.”

Jazz relaxed, her shoulders dropping. She’d agreed to be scared. And sure enough, Danny had f*cking scared her. Less than a minute into the ordeal she’d forgotten why she suggested it in the first place. Now, in their mother’s arms, he looked so normal.

“Feel better?” she asked softly.

“Yeah…” Danny huffed regretfully, “I do.”

“Never again.” Jazz insisted, pointing a threatening finger. Danny shuddered and crossed his heart.

“Alright, alright. Leave him alone,” Jack intervened, cracking himself up. “Mads, you should’ve seen your face!” Maddie rolled her eyes and released Danny.

“Oh, you scared me, alright. I thought you were going for the china.”

“It’s a good thing I was there, eh Danny-boy?” Jack elbowed his ribs. Danny raised an eyebrow.

“Honestly? I can’t back that up.”

“No, really? Did you see me flinch?” Danny stifled a smile.

Maddie chuckled. “Enough jokes, Jack.”

“Not once!” he bellowed. Maddie gave Danny a slap on the back.

“Okay, back upstairs.” He blinked incredulously.

“I’m not cleaning your room!”

“Tomorrow!” Danny insisted.

“Tomorrow.”

Jazz smiled. Yeah, they’d be alright.

Jack shook his head. “How’d we end up with a kid like you?” Danny grabbed a bag of chips from the open pantry, his appetite returning. He waved a hand dismissively as he disappeared into the living room.

“Same way you ended up with a portal to another dimension in the basement!”

#danny phantom #danny fenton #phic #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom fanfic #tumblr said i can't go in the tags with Swears #boo #this is the first fic i've posted!#i didn't edit it #but it's been boppin around my nog for a while #things i like:#danny is willing to destroy his room EXCEPT for his rockets those stay put!#jazz thinks sam knew this would be a mess and just let it happen anyway #all the horror movies sam made her buds watch came in handy for better or worse #maddie is able to spot danny needin a hug a mile away #if someone drew gooey gory danny scaring his family i would die #disclaimers:#re: first fic i've posted i don't know how to format fiction and 200% did it wrong #i tried to do what looked right lol #if you have something to say about this fic pls say it to me hi #deleted moment:#the fentons get competitive and make danny tell them who was scarediest #and danny’s just like uhhh idk i was kinda busy being horrifying #mine #fic

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ashintheairlikesnow · 5 years ago

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The Rescue, Part 3

I finally got the final part of the Rescue edited and ready to post! This is the third and final part of the series on how Danny and Nate got out of the cabin in Canada. Please read The Rescue, Part One and The Rescue, Part Two for context and to maybe have a refresh!

CW: STRONG dissociation (it’s a main theme of this piece and is vividly described), references to noncon and torture. Muzzling.

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The Rescue Part One || The Rescue Part Two

Nate Vandrum had a plan, but it took him most of a month after the day he was allowed to bring Danny back up from the dog kennel in the cellar to figure out where Bram hid the drugs.

Once he found them - in a small wooden box under a loose floorboard in the back of the bedroom closet, a place Nate and Danny never went because it was where Bram kept all his things that caused pain or worse - he began to pinch, just a little at a time, from each little bottle or bag.

Ketamine, ecstasy, rohypnol - this and that, the things Bram used sometimes when he wanted Danny to be fucked up and foggy for days, or affectionate and touchy, or just to knock him out. He didn’t use them any longer - Danny with the thing on his face day in and day out was obedient and blank-faced, an empty body that breathed and ate and moved in the bed, did as it was told and nothing more.

Danny was someone else, twenty-four hours a day, and Nate had waited too long trying to find the courage to save him but he wasn’t going to wait much longer. It was already becoming clearer every day that he was running out of time entirely before Danny was gone and didn’t come back.

By mid-November, the leaves had long since changed and fallen off the trees - the ground already hard and frozen - and he had all of it he would need. A mix of powder and crushed-up pills, every fucking drug Bram kept here. Not enough missing from any one stash that it would be obvious, but hopefully enough to buy Nate some time.

He has a plan. He would wait until mid-December, and he had one month to have everything ready.

He had his own hiding places, spots Bram didn’t know about because Nate had never had anything really worthwhile to hide. Danny never spoke any longer so he couldn’t tell on him - and Bram couldn’t see everything, could he?

Sometimes, Nate thought he could read minds. This time, Bram never showed a single sign that he knew Nate was up to anything at all.

After midnight, Nate would sneak out, put on a movie like in the days before. He moved Danny onto the couch where he would stare, blank-eyed, at a screen he didn't ever seem to really see. Sometimes he sat with him, rubbing at the places where the thing hurt the most, trying to calm the pain in his jaw for as long as he could.

Every time he touched along the edge of the muzzle, Danny would lean hard into the touch, using the pressure of Nate’s thumbs to soothe himself, all with those empty eyes, with all the core of Danny absent and only the body left behind. This Danny did not feel pain or fear unless he was actively being hurt. This Danny only sat where he was placed, cooked meals, made drinks - all of it with nothing behind his eyes.

With each passing week, that initial burst of rage on Danny's behalf cooled in Nate, set and hardened into a hatred that overrode every ounce of love Bram had forced him to feel.

What had been a forest fire became coal. What had been coal became a diamond

Bram could not see it.

Nate wanted Danny back, and watching him drift like a ghost doing whatever he was told had eaten away at him, day by day, until all that was left was the determination to get him the fuck out of here.

The mix of drugs, a handwritten note with all the directions he could remember Bram turning when he drive into town (left, straight for a long time - counted to 200 at least three times, turn right, more straight, turn left after counting to 75, left again after count to 50), a match here and there - Nate squirreled it all away, bit by bit, in the bookshelf behind his collection of leather bound Tolkein - a gift from Bram after one supply run, one of the most wonderful things the monster had ever given him. He didn’t dare to hollow anything out - he loved these books, that felt like sacrilege - but he slid little things here and there behind them, his black-handled knife with the silver stag engraving down into the loosening spine of the Silmarillion, and if he was careful, no one saw him but Danny.

Danny, still trapped in silence inside his own head, didn’t even seem to notice, not even when he was staring directly at him as he did it. He knelt on his mat, quiet and dazed, his eyes following Nate’s movements with a total absence of comprehension.

It was the eyes that drove Nate on, those empty fucking eyes. Bram never took the fucking thing off, and Danny - funny and sarcastic and kind of sweet Danny, who he'd taught four kinds of dance by now and who could do all the lines to Casablanca and who sometimes hummed music he remembered while he scrubbed the floors - never came back.

Even Red, nervous and eager-to-please and always trying harder, trying to be so good, didn’t come back. Watching a muzzled Danny move was like witnessing a walking corpse searching for a grave to fall into, simply waiting for permission to decay.

In October and November the leaves went bright and brilliant and then fell just as rapidly, the nights cooled and then shifted to icy winter, and Bram spent his days outside preparing for the snows that would all but shut them in here until spring. He knew something was different, he had to, but Nate smiled and stuttered said I love you and was everything he wanted in bed and did everything just right to hide the chorus of I'm going to save him, you fucking bastard that sang inside his head.

Nate took his chances when he had them, and he was careful. He asked for a book he remembered, and Bram brought it back to him and never even looked through it.

Which was good, since it was a book with a very detailed description on how to hotwire a car.

Although in the end he didn't expect to need that, Nate wanted a backup plan. You always had to have a backup plan. Bram had said it all the time -and Nate had learned every lesson either Bram or Ashley had to teach.

He knew how to steal, and kill, and bury the bodies, and he knew how to be a fucking monster, too, now.

Once he had everything, he waited until Abraham needed to use some old machinery and came back from a supply run with an extra four full canisters of gasoline more than he usually kept on-hand for trips to town.

He only needed one to fill the tank for the truck, just to get them to the nearest town with a police station.

The other three…

Well.

Nate settled in to wait. He was the perfect black-haired prince, Abraham Denner’s true love. He was everything Bram could ever have wanted him to be. And while he was all of those things, he watched the actual man he loved kneel, empty and broken, on the floor and eat scraps from Bram’s hands... and he planned a murder.

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“I came back awake when he was ready to go,” Danny told Ryan, one night when he couldn't sleep. They were sitting at the kitchen table - Ryan had asked him to sit in a chair - and Danny let his fingertips trace a pattern in the woodgrain, little squiggly symbols that could have meant anything, or nothing, or everything.

Nate was still asleep, and part of Danny wanted to curl up on the floor and be there with him, maybe ask to earn the bed so he could sleep right next to Nate, but he didn't have to do that anymore - and when he asked to earn the bed, the sadness in Nate’s eyes hurt to see.

I'll sleep on the couch, Nate said almost every night, and every night Danny said, no, stay with me.

Nate stayed.

“What do you mean?” Ryan tilted his head, watching him with the soft honey eyes Danny had never forgotten, never stopped dreaming about. Here, and real now, and Danny always smiled a little bit every morning when he got to see Ryan again.

“When Nate got me into the truck, he took, uh, he took it off,” Danny said, rubbing at the bridge of his nose absently, soothing a phantom pain there. “He took it off my face. The first thing I remember is turning to look and he was throwing it into the cabin and the cabin was on fire.”

“On fire? The cabin was on fire when you woke up?” Ryan's eyes were wide.

“Yes. Before that, I was, um… I was gone, still.”

Someone else had been in the body for months. It wasn’t Danny - it was some distant thing that moved his limbs and ate the food it was given, but it wasn’t Danny in there. It wasn’t Danny in control the night that Nate set a fire.

No, someone else had knelt like a good dog with its head in Abraham’s lap, took scraps of food straight from his fingers with the muzzle off just long enough for dinner - not quite long enough for Danny to try and come back. Someone else had taken the constant movement of cold hands with grateful whines and whimpers for the affection.

Someone else stayed kneeling, not noticing its feet going steadily numb, as the two voices that made up its entire world chatted and talked. There were sounds, in the bedroom, while someone else sat on the mat and thought about nothing at all.

Then there was, for a while, silence.

Someone else heard the sounds of scraping and rustling and thumping and ignored them. Sounds meant nothing to dead bodies and that's all it was, now. A dead body that still, inexplicably, kept breathing and eating and hurting on command.

This other person, wearing Danny’s face behind the muzzle, stayed still as one of the others walked back and forth, pulling things from bookshelves and talking to himself. Someone else was very, very good and had been told to go to the mat, and so someone else stayed there.

Someone else tried very, very hard, and was very, very good and did not notice the heavy scrape of a sleeping body dragged outside, the thunk of the cellar doors pulled open. The time that passed as someone else sat alone in the cabin.

Danny Michaelson was far, far away, letting the other person live uncomplainingly without a voice while within himself, he never stopped screaming.

Someone else registered, as though through a distant fog, a voice that told them it was almost time to go. That someone else stared dumbly down at their ankle as hands unlocked the chain that tied the body to the wall - the body was chained again, because otherwise someone else would get up and walk around sometimes at night and it bothered Abraham to see it - and someone else thought, I will be ordered into the bed now.

That person raised hands to touch the hips of the one who would hurt them, only to have their hands gently pushed down and away, cupped their face around the muzzle, pressed it just a little at the jaw where it felt so good, it felt so soothing, and someone else closed their eyes and whined, deep in their throat.

"H-Hate that sound. We'll g-g-g-get the last b-bit off later," A deep voice said.

Someone else knew the voice, and moved towards its sound instinctively. The deep voice came with soothing touch, gentle words, no pain. Someone else wanted more of that voice. "We n-n-n-need help to g, to get the ankle cuff off. Th-the cops will help, I'm s-sure. Good th-th-thing it's been raining all month so the forest w-w-won't burn, too.”

Someone else did not care about the forest, but only about the hands attached to the soft voice, the good voice, the voice that did not hurt. The warm forehead that pressed lightly to its own. The thing that wore Danny’s face tried to put their hands up to the metal grid still locked in place and stopped, an inch away. Never touch the fucking muzzle, Red.

Someone else made a pleading sound, someone else begged without words in an animal's whine, take it off, I'll be good now, please take it off.

"Ssshhhhh, once we get out of there," The good deep voice said, and it didn't stammer at all. "The k-key to the lock on the b-b-back is in his truck. I've g-got you now, just trust me, okay?" The voice wasn't afraid, and it seemed like a good voice. It was his favorite voice.

Someone else relaxed.

It trusted the voice.

***

“I don't understand what any of that means,” Ryan frowned, putting his hands up over his face, as Danny tried to talk his way through it. “You were there, the someone else was you. Why do you keep saying it like that?”

He only shook his head. “Dr. Rosa calls it dissociation,” he said. “It's normal. She says it's normal, that- that I'm not… I'm not broken because of it, and it could take a long time to stop-”

“It's okay,” Ryan said, and reached out to grab his hand. Danny's skin still crawled at any touch he hadn't asked for, but he didn’t pull away. It seemed to make Ryan feel better, anyway. It made Danny feel disgusting, like a thing anyone could touch whenever they wanted. You can make my body do whatever you want. “You're okay. I'm sorry, I pushed when I didn't mean to. Keep talking. I want to know everything.”

Danny nodded, slowly, and took a deep breath.

***

Someone else had taken the offered hand and stood, walked with a slow, stumbling gait through the kitchen and out the door. Someone else shivered in the frigid air, until the owner of the voice slid a heavy woolen coat over their shoulders, clad only in a thin, torn-up T-shirt and even thinner pajama pants.

“S-Sorry, I forgot to g-grab a sweater, and it’s k-k-kind too late, now.”

Someone else wrinkled their nose at the smell of gasoline, overpowering and heavy, that filled the air and floated around, settled deep in their lungs. Someone else was led to Abraham's truck and put inside. Someone else listened to sounds they did not recognize. Someone else smelled the smoke.

Red hair, already long and shaggy because it was winter and Abraham liked his hair better long in winter, fell over empty blue eyes as someone else curled up against the early shivers that came with the frigid cold, pulled the wool coat more tightly around themselves, buried their body in it as best they could.

Someone else heard the driver side door open and close.

Green eyes met theirs, and someone else blinked, and for one moment Danny looked up at Nate and the strange, stricken expression on his face. Eyes wide, and his hair was mussed-up and messy, and he was wearing his sweater inside-out. He smelled like gasoline, too. Then Danny tried to speak, and felt the harsh bite of the muzzle cutting deeply into his jaw, and Danny slipped back away.

Someone else thought, puppies aren’t allowed in the truck. Puppies don’t go to town.

"I d-d-did it," Nate said softly, his voice shaking.

Did what?

Someone else had been dimly aware of a hand sliding around behind their head, the click of the key in the lock and the thump as the little lock dropped onto the floorboards.

Danny’s heart jumped at the sound of the lock falling. Someone else felt less, as Danny felt more.

Warm, loving hands were undoing the buckle that was always too tight. He felt the sudden lift of the pressure and pain that had become all he ever felt anymore, winced at the sting of fresh air against skin, the trickle of fresh blood as removing the muzzle pulled wounds back open that had been trying like hell to heal around it.

He watched - Danny watched - as Nate got back out of the truck, holding the muzzle by the straps in his good hand, his jaw set in a grim line.

The cabin was on fire.

Flames licked orange somewhere inside the living room, and Danny could see straight through the kitchen door to where the fire was racing along the lines of gasoline that had been splashed around. Smoke poured upwards into the sky, the opposite of the rainstorms Danny had been locked out in so many times. The big doors to the cellar were flung open, and Danny looked carefully away from the darkness there and back at the brightly shifting, dancing light that lit the clearing with a sickly glow.

He watched Nate walk with purpose close enough that he must feel the heat trying to push him back and throw the metal and leather muzzle as hard as he could through the open kitchen door, where it thumped to the ground and then skidded along to a spot where the flames lit the inside of the cabin so brightly Danny’s eyes couldn’t bear to look.

The muzzle was gone.

Danny went away again. He didn’t know for how long. He came back to someone shaking him. He heard Nate’s voice, low and worried, soft against his ear. He was whispering, "Pl-please, please, I wasn’t too late, I w-w-wasn’t, please, please come b-back to me, D-Danny, please…”

He remembered shaking his head, still far away, because it had hurt to come back, he didn't want to any longer. His jaw throbbed, his nose ached, there were spots across his body that lit up with new pains when Danny stepped back up to feel them. Then Nate's hand slid up around his jaw, cool fingers over the cuts that burned hot, and Nate's mouth was on his, and Danny… felt.

Warm, and soft and desperate, tasting lightly of the whiskey they’d been drinking, he and Abraham. Danny opened his mouth for Nate, because that was what you did - but it wasn't like before, this was different, and he closed his eyes, hesitantly kissing back.

"Oh th-th-thank Christ. W-Wake up," Nate begged, in a voice ragged and hoarse and half-gone from breathing in the smoke. "Pl-please, please wake up, there h-has to be something l-left of you to s-s-save, Red, please, please t-t-tell me I wasn’t too late, pl-please..."

"W-we're not allowed in the truck without Abraham," Danny said hoarsely, his disused voice like gravel in a sore throat. Freed from the metal grid, his skin ached. Burned and bled in the cold air. "You'll get in trouble."

Nate laughed, a half-crazed sound of relief, and turned with wide, white-rimmed green eyes to start up the truck. "F-fuck trouble, Danny. I got you out, I did it, we did it."

"You're not allowed to touch the keys," Danny said, almost plaintively, but it was sinking in, and his eyes were starting to widen. "Wh-where's Abraham? He's, Nate- he's going to be so mad when he finds us in the truck-"

"He w-w-won't care about th-that now," Nate said, voice firm and steady. "He d-d-doesn't give a shit about anything right now, Red. I hope he fucking chokes on his g-g-goddamn lying t-t-tongue.”

Nate shifted gears, and the truck roared to life as they jerked forwards and began to move down the gravel-lined dirt tracks through the woods.

“I'm getting us the f-f-fuck out of h, here."

***

“Where was Abraham? What happened?” Ryan had let go of his hand but Danny still felt the touch like spiderlegs and he pulled his hand back to himself, looking down at the tracks of scars along his veins, swallowing against the panic that threatened around the edges of his mind when people touched him.

“Nate gave him ketamine,” Danny said, and felt himself starting, slowly, to smile at the thought. “And some, um, some other stuff. “Got him too high to move and chained him to a bar Abraham had in the ceiling for-... for me, and left him to, um… to die.”

“Chained him…?”

“Handcuff Year.” Ryan winced, the memory of that conversation its own special torture. That first Christmas, Nate staring with an awful, resigned look of familiarity at the leather and metal cuffs in the box Danny had opened. “Nate found them and he… he tied Abraham up in the cellar with them to die.”

“But he didn't die. He's, he's on trial.”

“No, he didn’t. He was still… still alive when they found him, not even burned. Just smoke inhalation.”

Ryan whistled. “Lucky son of a bitch.”

“Blessed,” Danny corrected nervously, and watched Ryan's answering blank stare with a spike of guilt for not being better already. “His, um, he served a, a god, he said. We were blessed he loved us.”

“He was a fucking lunatic if he told you that bullshit. He didn't love you.”

“No.” Danny frowned down at the table. “You're right. Not me. He loved Nate.” And Nate had loved him back, right up until he didn't any longer.

Right up until he had to choose between them.

***

Danny and Nate drove away in the truck, and Danny saw the woods around him for the first time in months.

Had they always been so pretty? All the leaves were gone by now, bare branches everywhere reaching fingerlike towards them across the dirt path to the real road. There had been snow, but it had mostly melted with some sunny days while someone else sat outside in the thin, weak sunlight soaking up whatever it had to give, muzzled face tilted up to catch the warmth.

"Do you, um, know where we're going?" He asked, and hissed as his face hurt, his jaw too long held shut to keep speaking so easily again. His voice still sounded so weird, like he wasn’t meant to have one, and he barely managed to speak above a whisper.

"No," Nate said, and shrugged. "Other than we t-turn left and then there are s-s-signs. We'll find c-cops when we get to town."

He drove with one hand and reached the other out. Danny took it, and it was something solid, and real, something that anchored him to this side of his head and not the side that just went away.

Behind them, the cabin burned, a pretty orange glow against the pitch-black night sky.

When they made it to the road, Nate sat for a second, letting the truck's engine rumble as he and Danny looked at real, honest to God pavement.

Danny hadn't seen a road in four years.

"Red."

He turned, and Nate was looking at him, intensity in his face. Danny shrank away from it - expressions like that never boded well. "What?"

"N-No one's g-g-going to do th-that to you eh, ever again. Ever. Again. G-Got it?"

Danny nodded, slowly, but he wasn't sure he believed it yet. Not until Nate smiled, slow and a little shy, the way he used to smile before Abraham brought them here, and kissed one of the scars on the back of his hand.

"H-Here we go," Nate said, and turned the truck onto the road, the two of them driving away from the burning cabin to find a town, a police station, and hope.

***

“So by the time we got to town and the cops went back, everything burned down, but they found Abraham in the cellar, still alive. They found, uh, a lot of the… the things he used on us, too. They found the… for my face.” Danny shuddered, a little, phantom aches breaking out like a line of fire along the scars. “The leather burned a little but the metal part…”

“You don't have to talk about that. What about the bird?”

Danny blinked at Ryan's question.

“The bird?”

“The, the raven thing up on the wall. That you threw the beer bottle at. What happened to it? Did it burn?”

“No. Yes. Maybe.” Danny's heart skipped, just thinking of its pink eyes and empty dead glare, the way it seemed like it was always staring at him from its perch above the doorframe. “Nate said it wasn't in the house. The cops s-said they never found any sign of it, either.”

Sometimes he was sure he'd look out his window and see it staring back in at him, with that look in its eyes, waiting for him to go somewhere - anywhere - alone. Which was why Danny never did. He stayed with Ryan, or Nate, and he never, ever was alone.

On the worst Red days, Danny tried to come up with a plan for what he would do if Abraham came for him - even though Nate and Ryan told him nobody walks out of a maximum security prison.

It didn’t really matter.

Abraham would come back for him, eventually, and even if Danny didn’t want to think about it, Red knew.

Danny kept a notebook in the closet, and he wrote down everything he could think of, and he tried to make a plan for just in case, because he had been someone else for nearly half a year and he never, ever wanted to be someone else again.

When he was scared, at night, he curled into a ball next to Nate in the bed and he closed his eyes and dreamed about the rumble of the truck, Nate’s warm hand grasped so tightly onto his - the softness and ferocity in the kiss that brought him back to life…

And he dreamed of a cabin on fire.

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babygirlgalitzine · 5 years ago

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for @mitchellandhighway

or, three times ben said i love you and one time callum heard it

i love you always forever (ao3)

I love you.

Ben had said it a lot, actually. Just, not exactly to Callum’s face. There was an element of vulnerability to it, to say those three words to someone who looked at you as if you had hung the moon and the stars in the sky – and that was a vulnerability that Ben Mitchell, under no circumstances, would show. But he loves Callum, and with that feeling of butterflies and sweetness bubbling over in his stomach, Ben couldn’t help but say those three short yet meaningful words out loud, even if they were to nobody in particular.

The first time he spoke the words aloud, Callum had made Ben a cup of morning tea, alongside his cereal. Ben knew that Callum wasn’t a lover of either tea or coffee, and lived up to his sweet nature by the only hot beverage he enjoyed being hot chocolate. Despite this, ever since they had first gotten together, Callum made sure that Ben’s favourite teabags and coffee sachets were always stocked up in the flat, and it made Ben feel instantly at home. Callum was due at work early that morning, a meeting on the other side of London with another undertakers, yet Callum still gave himself precious time to spend with Ben.

“What did I do to deserve you, eh?” Ben asked from above his mug.

Callum leaned down, put his hand through Ben’s hair, once, twice and then cupped his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Must’ve been an angel in a past life.” Callum responded. “Though I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Ben swatted Callum’s thigh, and then pulled him in a for a hug, wrapping his arms around Callum’s legs, his face pressed to his abdomen as Callum rested his hands at the back of Ben’s neck.

“I’ll see you later tonight, alright?” Callum said, causing Ben to look up at him through his eyelashes.

“Call me when you get there.” Ben said. That was their thing now. Always checking if the other one was safe.

“Always.” Callum confirmed and pressed a kiss to the top of Ben’s hair, smiling into his hair. “Been using my shampoo again?”

Ben hummed in response and watched as Callum picked up his bag and walked out of the flat door. He heard footsteps descend for only a few short moments before he smiled to himself and whispered: “I love you.”

The second time Ben had said those three words to Callum, he was fast asleep.

Callum had the ability to fall asleep wherever he was, even if he did look uncomfortable. Ben was never surprised when he felt Callum’s head lean on his midway through them watching a film, because it had happened that often now.

This time though, they had spent the whole day together, the rain pouring outside, obscuring the view from the window into a mash up of shapes and colours with no recognisable features. They hadn’t changed out of their pyjamas, Ben wrapped up in one of Callum’s hoodies, and Callum’s arms around him. Ben played aimlessly with Callum’s bare thigh, drawing patterns of swirls and hearts and words onto Callum’s skin. Callum would never admit it for fear of ruining the moment, but his heart completely flipped inside him when he felt Ben write ‘Callum Mitchell’ across his skin.

“One more episode?” Callum asked, putting his lips on Ben’s head, inhaling his scent.

Ben smiled up at him and nodded. “Don’t go falling asleep on me though.” He said. “I actually want you in bed tonight.”

Callum grinned and pressed keep watching.

Ben got his wish. Callum had actually managed to stay awake as long as the show went on, and they had both ended up in bed together. The second Callum’s head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep, his mouth slightly ajar, exhaling warm breaths onto Ben’s skin. His hair was fluffy, pressed to his forehead and Ben knew that it would irritate him in the middle of the night, so with his index finger and thumb, he swiped Callum’s hair back, smiling to himself at Callum’s exposed forehead showing a little furrow between his eyebrows.

“You’re beautiful.” Ben whispered, trying to not wake Callum up. He lightly touched Callum’s cheek, and smiled when Callum instinctively leaned into to the touch. “I love you. I’ll be strong enough to tell you that properly, one day.”

Callum was always aware that Ben came as a package deal. He could deal with his family, having been brought up in an equally as chaotic one himself – albeit with significantly less London’s answer to the mafia about them. Callum could handle the Mitchell’s, but the one person he couldn’t handle, was Lexi. The thought of Ben’s little girl terrified him. Not that she was particularly terrifying herself, of course, she was a tiny little girl and Callum was six foot and towering over everyone. But he knew that if Lexi didn’t like him, that would ruin his and Ben’s relationship.

Luckily, it never came to that. Lexi had taken their relationship in her stride, and loved nothing more than waking up in a morning and eating her breakfast with Callum, sitting on his lap whilst the television plays out her favourite show. She started to refer to him as ‘Cal’, and he’d even been given the highest honour of being guest to one of her royal tea parties.

Ben looked on at Callum and Lexi as he picked her up, swinging her around. All three of them had days out together, taking Lexi to different parks, letting her burn off her childish energy by letting her run about on the grass, doing cartwheels and handstands. “Don’t make her sick!” He shouted. “Lo would never forgive us.”

Callum looked back at Ben and grinned, holding his hand out and waiting for Ben to reach him, engulfing his hand, intertwining their fingers together. “Ready to head back?” Callum asked, swinging their connected hands between their bodies, watching Lexi running ahead of them.

“Yeah.” Ben said, resting his head on Callum’s broad shoulder. “Can we get ice cream first?”

Callum smiled. “Suppose I can spare a couple of quid.” He squeezed Ben’s hand and shouted out to Lexi. “Lex! Want some ice cream?”

They barely had to wait for a response, because she stopped what she was doing and started bouncing up and down on the spot, her blonde hair flying all over the place. “Yes please Cal!”

“The princess has spoken.” Callum said softly. “And Lexi.”

Ben’s jaw dropped open in shock, before he laughed in disbelief. “You better start running.”

Callum grinned, pressed a kiss to Ben’s lips and set off running, catching up with Lexi. Ben waited back, his lips tingling from Callum’s touch. He watched as Callum picked Lexi up with ease, placing her on his back. Ben shook his head softly, unable to take his eyes off of the two most important people in his life.

This time, he said it louder. Above a whisper, but nowhere near loud enough for anyone to hear him. “God, I love you so much.”

+ 1

I love you.

It was the early hours when Ben finally admitted it to Callum’s face, the day before his birthday. He’d managed to somehow climb out of bed and find all the presents he’d hidden away, and made a start on wrapping them before Callum had realised that Ben was missing.

I love you.

Ben was deaf. Callum, temporarily blinded with his eyes shut, not wanting to ruin the surprise element of his presents. There was a joke in there, somewhere. “Ain’t nice is it?” Ben asked. “Not knowing what’s going on all the time.”

I love you.

Somehow, Callum’s words always managed to melt Ben. He knew all the right things to say, even if he wasn’t aware of it. “Look, maybe you won’t be like this forever. Hopefully, the operation will work. But you are like this now, Ben. And if your dad don’t want to know, then he don’t deserve you. Because who you are Ben, is amazing. Dealing with all of this is amazing, and you are stronger than him, or Danny, can ever be. And yeah, you are deaf, yeah. And you might always be deaf for the rest of your life, but that is okay. And if your dad can’t be there for that, then I am.”

I love you.

Tears formed in Ben’s eyes at Callum’s words, his bottom lip trembling. In his chest, his heart beat trebled, and Ben was scared that Callum could hear every thump of his heart. Blood rushed to his head, his temples aching, and Ben swore he could hear every word that Callum spoke to him. The thoughts had been swirling around Ben’s brain for months now, and in recent days and weeks he had been thinking of all the ways he could say it. None of his ideas resembled a moment like this, but without connecting his brain to his mouth, the words finally escaped.

“I love you.”

Callum opened his eyes and shared a look at Ben, a look of contentment and love and bewilderment and shock and Callum couldn’t think straight.

Ben had tried to go back on what he said but he couldn’t. Callum reached down and tapped his hand, bringing it back up and pressed fingers to his chest, pointing towards himself. Then both hands pressed to his chest. Then a finger pointed in Ben’s direction. Ben knew what he was saying, of course he did. He’d secretly learned it days ago, and had put it at number three on his list of ways to say those three words to Callum. Ben looked on in shock, despite knowing that Callum loved him. Barely seconds later their lips were interlocked and all Ben’s head was capable of thinking was: I love you and you love me.

#ballum #ben x callum #myfic #prompt

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babyspiderling · 5 years ago

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The Moonwalker and the Time-Traveler Prologue

California, 2020

“Ms. L/N, I suggest you wake up for my class if you want to pass this course.” I blink up at my professor, it seems that I fell asleep during history class again. “I’m sorry Professor Berkley, I was up all last night with my roommate tinkering all night.” At that he softens, a grandfatherly look in his eye. “Oh Y/N, I understand, but if you truly want to be a history major, you have to stay awake! I will not simply give you a free pass while trying to adjust, just please, try to stay awake in my class.” Standing, I nod. “Yes sir. I’ll do my best.” After this, I am dismissed and head back to my dorm room to hopefully catch a nap.

Kicking the door shut, I move to collapse onto my bed, but am blocked by whatever my engineering major roommate has built in the dorm for his latest project. “Seriously dude? Don’t you have a lab for this kind of stuff?” I kick off my shoes and do my best to move around it, finally, truly collapsing onto my bed. I fall asleep quickly, hopefully revisiting the dream I had during class.

Lord knows how much later, I wake up to my roommate continuing to tinker on his project. Grumbling under my pillow, “Danny, don’t you have a lab for this shit? Why do you have to do it here, I’m sleeping in classes because of this!” He sheepishly lifts his head up to respond. “Uh, well, I uh… It’satimemachine.” Snapping my head up, I question “It’s a what?” Once again he looks shy and guilty. “It’s a, uh, Time Machine. Or at least that’s what I’m wanting it to be. I’m still working on it.” Well, I’m definitely awake now. “So, like, what’s the problem?” Finally putting down his tools, Danny turns to me, “It should work. I ran the simulations and used the one that worked. It’s just… not connecting I guess.” Glancing at the clock, it’s getting late. “Look Danny, I’m going to clean up some of my stuff. Go get some food. I know you haven’t eaten yet.” With a defeated sigh, Danny agrees and leaves the room. I slip into a pair of shorts and an old David Bowie tour shirt I had found at a thrift store. Picking up things here and there, folding abandoned pieces of laundry, I hum and bop around the room, dancing along to “Working Day and Night”, practicing turns and isolations to the beat. Taking a deep breath I prep and spin as fast and as long as I can, but my foot slips out from under me. I tumble to the floor, tripping over some cord. Oh well, it’s probably Danny's “mood lighting”, I plug it in and decide to check out the “Time Machine”. “Ground Control to Major Tom! Prepare for lift-off!” I press random buttons, dicking around and typing 1984, then some other buttons. “Huh, sucks it really doesn’t work. It’d be cool if you really could time travel.” Once again I trip over Danny’s junk on the floor of the project and slam into one last button I had yet to press. On the way down I hit my head, and the world went black as a whirring sound filled my ears.

Waking up, I find myself in a room about the size of mine, decorated much like my side of the dorm, with a funky retro feeling to it. “Danny, this isn’t funny, I get it, I’m gullible for believing the machine was real. Now how the Hell did you change all this so quick… and get rid of the machine?” I continue searching the room for Danny, and realise that the sun had already risen hours ago. I may have been out for longer than I thought, and come crashing into a body. Awesome! Now I can really teach that boy a lesson for pulling that. “Hey, what are you doing in my dorm? Nice shirt by the way, I was at the Anaheim show a couple months ago. That’s where you got the shirt, right?” I blink at the guy my age, still processing the amount of denim and hair products he has decided to use for the day. “What? Oh, uh, my shirt. Wait, did you say you saw him in Anaheim a couple months ago? What year are you from?” He knits his brows together. “1984. Are you ok? Did you get a bad hit or something? Do I need to call someone for you?” I space myself from him, the stimulation of this whole situation too much. “No, no I’m ok. What’s today’s date?” His eyes are still filled with concern as he replies with January 26th 1984, and that I’m still at University of Redlands, just 36 years before I attend. “Wait, January 26th, why does that sound so familiar? I hear Beat It blare down the hall and I can practically see the light bulb above my head. “Do you know how to get to the Shrine Auditorium?”

We zip down the highway on Tyler’s motorcycle, making a trip down to L.A. He had me explain my whole ordeal to him before he just drove me to a random concert venue. It took a bit to convince him, but the second I pulled my smartphone out he was on board. He pulls off to a strip mall and helps me dismount. “Wait, why are we at a mall? I need to get to that venue before security secures it.” He just rolls his eyes. “If you want to get in and stay in without too much attention, you need to look a little bit different. Time to fit in.” He drags me into store after store, and I finally piece together a “Bad” inspired outfit. A black crop top slips off one shoulder, leather pants pull tight around my legs and hips, a blood red leather jacket drapes my shoulders, and matching leather boots clutch my feet. “Tyler, this is too much. I can’t even pay you back.” He rolls his eyes and pays for the clothes, letting me keep my own hoops and rings. “Look, just meeting a time traveler is cool, dressing one is even better. When you get back home and you still want to pay me back, we’ll figure it out. Let’s get you to the moonwalker himself.”

As we pull into the parking lot for the venue, there isn’t another soul in sight. “Hey, here’s my address, if you ever want to mail me, or just let me know that you’re doing ok.” He hands me a slip of paper, and I hug him tightly. “Thank you Tyler, I am forever in your debt. If you’re anywhere near the university in 2020, let me know.” With that, he rides back home into the sunset, and I sneak into the venue before security shows up.

It’s a good thing I like the song Billie Jean, because I have heard it about 72 times in the last hour. During sound check alone I almost lost my mind, with just the baseline intro playing for 30 minutes. As I hear the cue from the director that it is time to actually film the commercial. I hear “Take One!” in the distance and I ditch my jacket behind a stack of crates, my phone hidden in the pocket. I find the side entrance of the stage as take 3 is anounced. I crouch down in a runners position at take 5, launching myself at take 6. Michael nears the pyrotechnic and I slam my body into his as it goes off, now missing him by inches. There are screams of terror and shock as we fly through the air, now spun so that I land on my back, Michael on top of me. His brothers quickly help him up and off of me as I am seized by security, doing my best to put as little weight on my now injured ankle as possible. I raise my hands in surrender, trying to think my way out of this. “Look! Look, I can explain all of this, including how I knew that this take wasn’t going to go well. Let me explain and I will never try to contact any of you again!” Everyone around me exchanges glances, deciding whether to trust me or not. Tito steps forward, his eyes full of scrutiny. “Alright girl, explain.” I sigh and grimace in pain. “I can’t do it out here. Too many people. And my evidence of my claims are in my jacket backstage.” He glances back at Michael, nodding in response to his younger brother. I am escorted backstage, am allowed to sit down to relieve my ankle, and I start my story. “I’m from the future, 36 years in the future to be a bit more specific. I’m not crazy.” Michael crouches down in front of me, “If you’re really a time traveler I would love to talk about the future with you!” He’s nudged and given a look from his older brothers, and his smile is dimmed a bit. “But if you’re from the future, wouldn’t you know songs I haven’t released yet?” I nod my head, but I get hit with the issue of Thriller already being released and the “Bad” sessions not yet started for at least another 6 months, if not more. I flip through the collection of Michael songs I know by heart, trying to find one he’s recorded but not yet released. “Oh! I know about “Love never felt so good”! The one you recorded with Paul Anka! I can sing it for you!” I start at the chorus, my brain too frazzled to remember it’s entirety. Everyone else who knows about the song exchanges looks, one brother even shouting questions of how I knew it. “It’s on my phone, and I’m from the future. All your music’s been released. Well, almost all of it. There’s still tracks from your upcoming session that I have yet to find. Here, I can show you.” Lifting myself from my seat, I reach to retrieve my jacket from behind the crates. Everyone watches me with baited breath, wanting to see what the time traveler will pull out next. I pull out my phone and search for the Xscape album. I press play on the original track and Michael's voice rings out from the speaker. I switch it up to “Working Day and Night”, what I was listening to before I got here.

“Look, I can play you anything you’ve already recorded. I just can’t play you anything you haven’t done yet. Those are the rules.” Michael escorts me back to his dressing room to ask me questions about the future since I am no longer seen as crazy. “Are there flying cars ? What about people living in space? Are there aliens?” I giggle at his excitement. “Well, we do have people living in space, it isn’t commercialized yet, so you and I couldn’t go. We don’t have flying cars, but we do have self driving ones. And there are no known aliens yet. Music is accessible though. If I had any service in 1984, I could play you any song any time from anyone. I could listen to “Wanna be Startin Somethin’” for 3 days straight if I wanted to. All I’d have to do is type it in and press play.” His eyes sparkle in awe of the future. He opens his mouth to ask more questions, but Jermaine and another man enters the room before he can get a word out, “Come on Mike, we need to finish the commercial. This is an EMT we had on site, he’s here to fix her ankle.” As Michael leaves his seat, I grab his hand. “Please, don’t let them turn the pyrotechnics back on. Please.” He nods and pats my hand before leaving the room. The EMT removes my new boots and my ankle swells before my eyes, no longer constrained in the tight leather. We make small talk as he works until the commercial is done recording.

#80's imagine #michael jackson x reader #michael jackson #michael jackson imagine #80's x reader #series #80's series #80's fanfiction #time travel au

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kileyrose-2003 · 5 years ago

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Dan Torrance x Fem! Reader Pt. 4

A/N: Hello lovelies, this is Pt.4 of my Dan fic with it revolving around Rose. Bare with me while I write Pt.5. I have a couple of new request coming out through out the course of this week and the next week. Pt. 5 will be picking up with Rose’s perspective on things so be prepared for an emotional roller coaster. I sincerely hope you all are doing well and I love you all. Link to intro is here, Pt.1, Pt.2, and Pt.3

Enjoy!

You spent the rest of the night in yours and Danny's bedroom, never falling asleep and simply staring at the ceiling. "How could she?" Was a recurring question you found your asking over and over as images of the poor baseball boy entered your mind.

He had a family that was never going to see him again. That was always going to wonder where he was and if he was safe. There would never be any closure for them and you found your lip trembling and eyes watering at the very thought of it.

Danny didn't fall back asleep either. Constantly pacing back and forth from the guest bedroom to the kitchen in some sort of attempt to try and release some of his worry about you. He yearned to hold you in his arm and to just make all the pain go away even though he knew he couldn't do that for you. No one could.

He was scared too. Scared that one of the members of The True Knot was going to come after you and hurt you. Or worse, they'd take you from him and all he'd be left with for a clue would be a rummaged through purse and a shoe that had no matching pair. Though he tried his hardest not to think of that. He didn't want to lose you. He feared losing his control that you helped him craft to control his power to not hit the end of the bottle. Because he knew if he didn't have you, he would go back to the end of the bottle.

Around 9:30 you heard a knock on your bedroom and rolled over in bed although you were awake. "You can come in!" You called out. Danny peaked his head through and smiled. "Hey..I didn't know if you were hungry but I made coffee and breakfast. I don't know if it's as good as your cooking but I figured I try."

Despite how dead you felt inside you managed to smile. "Thanks honey...just give me a minute to wash my face and stuff, please?"

"Sure. I'll see you in the kitchen." He blew you a kiss. "I'll be there." You clambered out of bed once he walked away and walked into the bathroom connected to your bedroom and turned the light on.

You turned the water on and stared at your reflection in the mirror, taking note of how puffy your eyes looked and how tired you felt. You hadn't felt that way since you were working in that bar back when you met Danny. "God, I'm a fucking mess."

You lowered your head and threw some water on your face. The coolness alleviating some of the pain from your puffy eyes. You reached out for your face wash to wash some of the smudged makeup from the previous day but something didn't feel right. You were cold and you felt your heart racing. Almost like you were anxious. You set your hands down on the counter and gripped the sink. Trying to get rid of some of the anxiety. You noticed your ring was glimmering from the light shining down on it from your vanity and you found your lips twitching to form a smile.

(That's a nice ring you got there, Y/n. Danny spend his entire paycheck on that or did he inherit it?)

You felt the hairs on your arms standing straight up and you moved your hands away from the sink to see a set of glowing blue eyes staring back at you in the mirror. 'Rose.'

(Well, hi there darlin.)

"Shit!" You tripped over the mat in your bathroom and fell back into the wall, squeezing your eyes shut. "You're not real, you're not real. You can't hurt me here or anymore. Go away!"

(Oh sweetie, I'm very much real.)

"Stop!"

(We've always been connected, you and I. Even all that time we didn't see or speak, I always knew where you were. I just never bothered to reach out. Until now. Now that I know what special people you have in your life now that you hold so dear to you, I feel obliged too.)

"Don't you even think about getting near them or I'll-"

(You'll what? Kill me? Please, you and I both know you don't have guts to come back home and look me in the eye and admit you were wrong. Let alone kill me. You've always been the baby in the group.)

"I'm a lot stronger now, than you think I am."

(We'll see about that when the time come for it. There's no escaping me, Y/n. Or your fate. You were always meant to be with us. One of us. The sooner you accept that, the easier that process will be for you.)

Despite Rose's still face you could see the psychoticness glinting in her eyes. "I could never be like you! I'm nothing like you! Especially after what you did to that little boy."

(Oh yes you are. You're my spitting image. In more ways than one, honeybunch.)

You could feel Rose inside your head, peaking at all your thoughts and memories and you gripped at your hair.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

(My! Aren't you a busy girl?)

"Get out! Get out of my head!" The mirror began to shake and you let out a scream. "GET OUT!"

"Y/n?! Y/n! What's happening?" You could practically feel Rose laughing with malicious glee at the panic she was causing. "Stay away from me, Danny! Stay away!"

(No, come closer Danny Boy. I still haven't gotten the pleasure of seeing your face.)

"Stop! Stop! This has nothing to do with him." As much as you swore to yourself you wouldn't cave in to give her any satisfaction, you couldn't do it anymore and tears started flowing down your cheeks.

"But it does." Her voice. It shouldn't be that close to you. You felt soft hair brush up against your shoulder and the smell of strong musky incenses and flowers enter your nostrils. Her breath was so close to your ear, you could practically feel the moisture from it sitting on your skin. "I'd imagine even after all those years in AA, he still would taste like whiskey."

You started swinging your arms and kicking your legs. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM! GET AWAY! GET AWAY!"

"Y/n!" Dan went running down the hallway. "What's wrong?!" You could see his feet from the crack of the door. "Don't come in! I-i can handle it."

"Bullshit, you can." You could hear him grabbing the skeleton key and you freaked out. "No! No! No!" You didn't Rose in the mirror or standing next to you anymore but if she was right on you being connected, you didn't know if she could hear or see what you were either.

The knob on the bathroom door began to jiggle and Dan opened the door. "Y/n." You shook your head. "Stay back."

"Y/n-" You pointed a finger up at the bathroom mirror. "She-she was looking at me!

"Who?" He shut the water off and helped you off the ground and held your hands in his to try and stop you from trembling. "Rose, that woman who killed that little boy!" You started sobbing.

"Okay..okay." He pulled you into hug and ran a hand through your hair, looking at the bathroom mirror with contempt. "It's alright, honey. She's gone."

"She knows your name, Danny. I don't like it." He kissed your hair. "If that's all she knows, that's the least of our worries." You tried to interrupt him but he shushed you. "It's all going to be alright, I promise." He wiped a tear from your cheek and held your face in his hands. "Okay?"

"Okay." He let go of you and held your hand. "Come on, let's get out of here." You nodded and flicked the switch in the bathroom, following Danny out to the kitchen.

You sat down at the island and he set your coffee and breakfast of you. "Thank you." He gave a slight nod and you looked him up and down. "Why are you jeans so early?"

"I'm covering Teenytown for Billy this morning, helping out with the train." You giggled and shook your head, taking a sip of your coffee. "You're such a man child."

"True, but I'm your man child." You smiled briefly and Dan's face changed as he watched you for a moment. "Look, about last night...we're good, right?" You were quick to nod. "Yeah..what made you think we weren't?" You asked. "I don't know.. it just made me a little nervous that you wanted to sleep alone last night." You let out a sigh and Dan held your face. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or upset you last night because I was acting like an asshole but look..I love you, okay? I just worry about you."

"I know, but I'm okay. I promise." Your eyes interlocked and Dan's lip hinted at a smile. "Alright." You stood up and he kissed you gently on the lips. "I love you."

"Love you too. You'll be home for dinner?" He shook his head. "AA meet tonight then work. I stop vacation today, remember?"

"Damn it. I totally forgot. It's okay though. No big deal." You smiled. "So I'll probably be home around eight tomorrow morning. I can stop at that cafe you like on the way back. Get some coffee and bagels. How's that sound?" You looped your arms around his neck. "Sounds great. You spoil me. You know that? More than I deserve."

"With all you've done for me over the years, I wouldn't call it spoiling. It's my showing of appreciation." He booped your nose and you giggled. You released him from your hold and leaned your body against the fridge as you watched Dan slip his shoes on. "See you later, sweetheart."

"See ya." You looked out the window to watch him leave. "Promise me you'll be alright?" Dan yelled from outside and you let out a sigh. "I'll be fine. Love you!"

"Love you more!" Dan got in his car, giving you a slight wave before pulling out the driveway. You breathed inwardly and turned away from the window, looking at the huge REDRUM on the wall and felt chills run up your spine. "You'll be okay, Y/n..you'll be fine."

"You're not really okay though, are you?" You were thrown off guard and looked behind you. There was a man standing in the corner wearing a navy blue suit. "You must be Dick."

"Indeed I am. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Y/n." His energy felt warm and it brought a smile to your face. "It's nice to meet you too."

"When Danny was a boy he'd talk to me a lot about you. It feels like a second ago but I imagine it's not. This world is a dream of a dream to me now." You nodded. "He's doing okay now? Last time I seen Dan, he was down the gutter bad."

"Yeah, he's okay now. He's been sober 8 years," You hummed. "Good." You stood away from the fridge. "Why are you here?"

"I'm here because it all comes run. Ka is a wheel, Miss Y/n. Though something tells me you know that already." You didn't respond for a moment and Dick sighed.

"He doesn't want to help her. He says it's too dangerous for me." Dick chuckled heartily. "Yeah well, he doesn't have much of a choice in the matter. Does he? He owes a debt. Now he needs to pay it."

"Is it going to hurt him though? To repay it?" You rubbed your face. "Either way, it's out of our control. Over 30 years later I'm still on the hook. Same thing with your mother too. Your debt is partially paid though."

"Partially?" Dick smiled. "I know where you come from, Miss Y/n. I knew since the moment Danny first talked to me about you and I knew you were two of a kind. While the two hollow souls that raised you keep at hurting children while their shine dies and their addiction grows, yours shines bright and you ended the cycle for someone else. Fighting for the separation of identity from that upbringing. I can say only that much."

He turned away. "It seems to me despite all odds, you grew up mighty fine Miss Y/n. You keep at whatever you're doing with Dan because it's working. I'll see him later on but after that, neither of you will see me anymore. You still owe a small sum of debt though: pay it."

Before you could say anymore, Dick was gone and you started crying. "Fuck! I-i can't face them. I'm not strong enough to face them." You sunk down to the floor and started rocking yourself back and forth, glancing up at the REDRUM occasionally. "I should of never of dragged him into this. I'm going to get him killed!"

You desperately wanted Danny to come home. To have him hold you in his arms and tell you it all was a bad dream. The worst nightmare you ever had but you knew that wasn't true.

You looked at your reflection on the metallic surface of the fridge and hated what you seen. You didn't see yourself. You seen that girl. That girl who was so scared of the world because no matter how she got told she was loved and safe, she never felt. Because even when she was in a better place, the pains she buried deep inside would open themselves. Bleeding into her happiness and when people would ask her if she was okay she would smile, giving them a show they always believed because even though she could see the truth she never wanted to face it. You weren't that girl anymore. You were strong and you were true. So why did you see that girl now?

"Because I'm afraid," You answered aloud. You didn't want to go back to Colorado and see Crow and Rose but you knew you had to and you could do it. You weren't a child anymore and they had no control over you. You were in charge of your life now and you were free to make your own decisions. For the time in a while, you felt like you were loved. You loved Danny and he loved you and you weren't about to let go of that so easily. "I won't let them hurt him. Him or that little girl." There was a soft knock at the door and wiped your face. "Just a second, please!"

"Okay!" You knew that voice. Just where from, you didn't know. You looker out the peep hole before unlocking the door. "Hi, Aunt Y/n!"

The nickname sunk deep in your mind and everything clicked together like a puzzle and you stared at child in front you before speaking. "A-abra?!" A pair of small arms wrapped themselves around your waist and hugged you tight. "Yeah. It's nice to finally meet you." You returned the hug back confusedly and eventually let go. "H-honey what are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy not to see you but it's 12. Shouldn't you be at school?" You knew the kid standing in front of you couldn't of been over 13.

"I went for my first three classes but then I skipped because I wanted to see you after everything last night." She noticed your puffy eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah..I'm fine. I'm just glad you're okay." Abra smiled. "Can I come in?" She gestured to the inside of your house. "Yeah. Did you have lunch yet?"

The young girl stepped inside and shook her head. "I'll make you lunch then. You cool with grilled cheese?"

"Yeah, I'm cool with it."

...

Being a pediatric nurse meant you had met many different children, all of them with their own unique personalities and traits but by far Abra Stone had to be the most fascinating you knew now. Not only was she steamy but she was highly intelligent for her age. Comprehending things on a level you couldn't even picture yourself doing at her age.

The two of you sat next to each other at the island in your kitchen as the two of you talked. You had her go over the weird radios thing on how she found this boy in the first. "..You have it too, you know. Yours is a little different there because yours is more like a tracker thing. Almost like a GPS." You thought about for a moment. "Yeah..I guess you're right." Abra giggled and took a moment to regain her composure. "So..what exactly is what do called? Magic?"

"Dan always called it the Shining, so now that's what I call it." You shrugged and took a sip of water. "We shine..I like that." You nodded. "Me too. It's better than being called special. That's what my mother used to call me. Though I don't think she meant it in a good way." You rolled your eyes and forced a smile.

"There's not a lot of people like us out there?" You nodded. "And many of the people that are out there and like us, are dangerous."

"Like those people?" You breathed in sharply. "Yes." You paused for a moment. "How are you feeling after everything last night?" Abra sighed. "Okay, I guess. Still a little spooked though. Those people..who are they?"

"Empty devils of a sort. Who I don't want you interacting with. At all." Abra raised a brow. "You've seen them before?" You gave a slight cynical smile. "I guess you can say that." You could tell Abra was trying to dissect the meaning of the sentence but let it go. "What does Uncle Dan think about all this?"

"He won't say it to me but it scares him. He's afraid, for me and you. The hat woman, Rose is her name, she's always known who I am. She doesn't who you are though and I want to keep it that way."

"I hate her..I hate her for what she did to that little boy." You frowned. "I know..me too. When she comes back though, because knowing her the way I do, I know she will; I'm going to help you. Because it won't be a few days from now it will be weeks or months later at a time you least expect it."

"What about Uncle Dan?" You made a face. "He doesn't want to help. Yet. He's married to me though so when the time comes, he's going to help. Whether he likes it or not because I already made it clear to him he has no choice in this." Abra chuckled.

"Anyways, back on topic. With that being said, do not chase after these people. Understand? Or even think about them. Because like how we have weird radios that can find people like us, they have it too. A few of them might have it even stronger than we do and the last thing we need is one of them finding who you are."

"Do they know who Uncle Dan is?" You rubbed your face. "They know his name but not who he is and I'm trying to keep that the same too for as long as I can."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of dragged you both into this. I just panicked and-" You interrupted her. "You don't need to apologize for something you have no control over. I was your age once. I know how it feels to be scared."

"What happens when they find out who we are?" You sighed. "That a mountain we'll conquer when the times but either way, I'm not going to let them hurt you. Got it?"

"Got it." Abra slid off the chairs and gave you a hug. "Thank you for being there for me and believing me." You hugged her back. "Of course."

"I got to go. The bus ride back to my house is about an hour and neither of my parents know I skipped." You nodded and Abra grabbed her bookbag. "Take care of yourself, kiddo. And stay safe please?"

"I will. Bye, Aunt Y/n!" You smiled and waved to her. "Bye honey." As Abra left, you looked at the REDRUM and your posture stiffened. Thinking about how Rose made you seen that girl after you swore to never see her again. You gave her the satisfaction of getting to you but getting Abra, you refused to let that happen. Even if it cost your life.

"I think the fuck not, Rose. I think the fuck not..."

#dr sleep #doctor sleep #rose the hat #the true knot #The Shining #stephen king #danny torrance #dan torrance #imagine #imagines #x fem reader #x female reader

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tomspeter · 5 years ago

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rebound - 2

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: you’re out drinking, he’s home gaming, and yet you still end up at the same diner at like 2 am

warnings: unhealthy alcohol habits, language

word count: 1.4k

a/n: i kind of played around with povs a bit here so i’m sorry if it’s a bit confusing! p.s. i’m sorry this is two days late :(

masterlist - part one

DENIAL

“You look like shit,” two people say, in two completely different places and to two completely different people.

One is Harrison, making a playfully snide remark that only a best friend could make. His piercing blue eyes squint at Tom who is mindlessly playing a videogame that he finally has time to play.

The other is your friend, telling you straight that your actions are actually making you look like shit. Her deadpan face is enough to make you roll your eyes before taking another sip of your pregame drink.

“Whatever, man,” you and Tom both say, continuing your drink and him continuing his game before both items get taken away. You whine and reach for the cold beer from your friend who simply holds it behind her back.

“You’re the one who told me to pregame,” you say, grabbing the drink and taking another sip. It burns down your throat that at this point is numb enough to let it go down smoothly. You smile at your friend who gives up and instead makes a silent promise to make sure you don’t go overboard later in the night.

“You’re the one who suggested we play anyway,” Tom grumbles, finishing one last round before turning to his best friend. He then smiles with his tongue in cheek and takes off his headset before adding, “but thanks, you’re shit, too.”

“Come on, Y/N, I thought you were over being hungover,” your friend sighs as you down another two shots of tequila. You shake your head as the burning subsides and plaster a wide and obviously drunk smile on your face.

“You just rhymed,” you giggle, letting out a little hiccup, “over, hungover. See! You’d be a poet, you know. Kind of like Danny when he wrote me those little notes,” you trail off, eyes glossing over before laughing hysterically.

“He’s an idiot, you know?” You say, sitting up in your seat. Your friend sighs and starts packing up your stuff which really isn’t all that much - your keys, a wallet, and your phone are basically it.

“He’s an idiot who never deserved you,” your friend says and that gets you quiet. You let her guide you out of the bar and into an uber that you aren’t sober enough to hear where it’s headed. You sit back and think, or at least it’s what your drunk mind tells you is thinking.

The car pulls up to a 24-hour diner, one you’re sure you’ve only seen in movies. You giggle at the thought of sweet chocolate milkshakes and oily, crunchy french fries and how good a burger would be right now. You nearly drool as your friend drags you out of the car and into the diner.

It’s about 2 am now and there’s an unusual amount of people also at this exact diner. There’s a couple chatting and smiling dreamily, a family of four eating quickly like they’ve missed dinner, an elderly couple reading menus, and then there’s your friend, slightly buzzed, supporting a definitely drunk you on her side.

You quickly get seated and order the first thing your finger lands on. Your friend orders herself a burger, fries, and coffees for both of you. If your drunken mind had realised that the coffee was to sober you up, then maybe you wouldn’t have downed it as soon as it arrived on the shiny cold table.

You and your friend sit and eat in silence, both giving the other time to sober up and not really wanting to deal with the other before that. You pick at your nearly finished plate of chicken fingers and push away the green peas that seem absolutely unappetising right now.

A few more minutes pass before you lean your head back and groan. “It’s official. I’m hungover and it’s only 3 in the morning,” you grumble, rubbing your eyes. Your friend lets out a chuckle and agrees with you.

“Keep drinking like that and you’ll be hungover for the rest of your life,” your friend says and you laugh. You’re sobering up now and with that comes the beginnings of a migraine. Your laugh turns into a groan as you try to freeze it out with your milkshake.

“Remind me to never drink again,” you say, knowing full well you didn’t mean it and that your friend knew that.

The bell on the front door rings slightly and a boy walks in. He quickly walks past your booth and to the register, saying something you don’t quite hear. If anyone asks you later on, you’ll blame the way your eyes linger on his back on your post-drinking haze.

His brown curls are messy and slightly greasy but you can’t judge because you’re sure yours are the same. He’s wearing grey sweats and a dark blue hoodie that you can’t help but feel a bit jealous of as you sit in a plastic booth in a tight, uncomfortable dress. You let your mind wander as your gaze falls on his phone and how he’s casually typing, probably texting someone.

“Don’t tell me you’re not over Danny,” your friend says and snaps you out of your daze. Your eyes widen and suddenly you’re ten times more awake and twenty times more sober.

“What? Of course I am. He’s nothing but horseshit to me,” you say, glaring at her and crossing your arms.

“Oh yeah? Then why have you been staring at that guy who just happens to look exactly like him?” She says and your gaze flickers back to him before you lock them on the girl in front of you.

“He doesn’t look exactly like him. Danny’s taller, got darker, kinda black hair, is skinnier-” you list before reading the look on her face, “-and that’s not the point. The point is that-“

“You aren’t over him,” she says in a way that you know is the end of that debate. “And that’s okay. You were together four years and…” she trails off, knowing you don’t need to be reminded..

“And nothing. It’s over, alright? I’m over it,” you say, determined to have the final word. You turn your head back to the counter and catch the guy turning after collecting his order. You immediately recognise his face and messy curls. It’s Tom. A blush stains your cheeks as he walks towards you.

He gets closer and closer, takes a quick pause, slows down next to your booth, before walking completely past you and out of the diner. Your head follows him as he doesn’t look back once before driving off.

Weird, you think. You let out breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Weird,” your friend says.

“Don’t be rude,” you laugh and throw a fry at her. She mocks offence and throws you one back. And just like that your smile comes back, not that you noticed it fell off anyway. A best friend is quite possibly the best thing you need to get over this breakup, which is exactly what she tells you.

And though you hate to agree, you do.

“Finally, I’m starved-“ Haz stops, noticing Tom’s furrowed brows, pale face, and distant stare, “-you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I think I just did,” Tom says before shaking his head and setting down the takeaway. He drops himself onto the couch and munches on his order of chicken and waffles, choosing to push back the thoughts of that girl at the diner.

Maybe he should’ve stopped, maybe even say hi or something or anything at all. Maybe he was right to do nothing, but the look on your face that he saw through his rearview mirror is enough to make him doubt that.

You finish up your food and pay the bill before ubering back home. You immediately crash on your bed as your friend moves into her room to do the same. You don’t think about the way he just moved past you, the way he barely spared you a glance as he carried a brown paper bag out of the diner. You don’t think about it. You don’t.

Tom falls asleep the same way, deep in thought and his own denial. Of course he wanted to stop and say something. What that something was he isn’t sure, but he still wishes he’d said it. Maybe then you would be talking or texting or something.

Tom quickly realises that you’re full of ‘something’s, things he isn’t sure of, things he doesn’t know how to even begin to navigate, things he’s hung up over and doesn’t know why. It’s stupid, he concludes. He just never got closure.

That’s it, he just wants closure.

You wake up in a cold sweat, having been woken up by a nightmare you already can’t remember. You slow down your breaths and wipe at your forehead. Your phone dings twice beside you and you pick it up.

Danny: hey

Danny: can we talk?

As you slam your phone onto your bedside table, you realise what you’ve been missing. You never got closure from Danny; how could you? He cheated on you and you walked out on him, no apologies, no chasing after you, no nothing. Just a slammed door and tears.

You: Meet at the usual tomorrow at 2.

For closure, you reassure yourself. That’s all.

And maybe, though neither of you know, you and Tom aren’t so different after all.

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aurora-borealis514 · 6 years ago

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The Sidewalk.

18 + Mature Content.

(It’s a long story, but I didn’t want to disappoint!)

CHAPTER 1

Location: My bedroom.

Time: 3:45 am

I can’t sleep, I haven’t been able to sleep. I guess the stress has just been getting to me lately...Yeah... I know, I know you’re probably all laughing like “Stress! Pah! You’re to young to have any stress!” or my favorite line. “You’re lucky you still live at home. When I was your age I was already married with two kids by then.” Oh yeah Deborah isn’t that right? Well I’m sorry that my life isn't all put together at 21 like yours might have been, which was when 40 years ago?

I hate people.

Especially the ones who just silently judge you. You know which ones, they are nice to your face but as soon as your back is turned they say the complete opposite; Walking around with their noses stuck straight up in the air, and driving around showing off their fancy SUVs. Must be nice to have things handed to you. For me, that wasn’t the case, towards the end at least. I came from an average family you know. Mom stayed at home, dad is a cop, a younger brother, the white picket fence and what family would be complete with out a dog. The all American family you could say.

We were definitely far from it. We had our dirty secrets too, just like any other “normal” family.

Fuck! Why can’t I sleep, god damn it!

Looking up at the ceiling all I could think of at that moment was “What if this were to collapse in on me?” “ Maybe then it would end all of my pain and suffering.”

The roof needed to be fixed. Dad said he was going to do that months ago...but here we are closer to winter and it’s still not done. The shingles were falling off and it leaked every time it rained. My room seemed to be the only room in the entire house that received the full impact; It was so bad last week I had to sleep downstairs on the couch. The windows were old and drafty and look like they haven't been replaced in years, the doors were just the same, creaking at the hinges. The yard was over grown and had gone to complete shit. Our house didn't always look like this, we just stopped caring.

My mother was the one who would take care of basically everything around the house without her my dad, brother and I would have been lost. She taught me everything she could. How to cook, fold laundry, how to change a tire. She was a woman that young girls would look up to. She was kind and caring, she spent a lot of time working with different organizations and she was always hosting charity events. Judith Ward even made a brief appearance.

Sigh.

Sadly, that’s all just a faded distant memory, and now my father and I were complete and utterly lost. Most day’s we would just order take out from Ruby’s Diner, we sort of became regulars there.

Tears began to bubble in my eyes blurring my vision of the ceiling.

My mother and younger brother were murdered, along with a few others. Most would say they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, but my dad wasn’t convinced.

It all happened so fast. My mother had just picked up Danny from school and they were walking home when a man in a ski mask jumped them from behind shooting my mother point blank in the back of the head. Danny’s body was never found, so deep down I know he is still alive...somewhere.

For about 4 years now my dad had been searching and it seemed like every time he would get close to a break through...more “clues” would began to surface and he would be led straight back to a dead end. Part of me believes that the man is still out there holding my brother hostage and he’s just been leaving clues behind to this day just to try and throw my dad off the trail, but he is stubborn and determined, and why would a murder hang around and continue to leave clues? I try not to think about it to often because it kills me deep down knowing someone I used to see everyday just isn’t there anymore. I keep thinking that this was all my fault and a part of me that feels guilty everyday. I should have been there with him, and maybe at least my mother would still be here... I know fucked up way of thinking, but that’s where my mind takes me when I think about it.

Ever since the murder my father has suggested me speaking to a therapist. He claims that “medicating with Marijuana isn’t the right way to go about dealing with my stress and pain, but what does he know, Those guys are there only to take all your money and silently judge you, then they go home and talk about how crazy you are to their immediate families and significant others. To them that’s just a normal day in the office, but to me that’s the life I am stuck living every single day.

So if you ever meet a family member of your shrink. That’s why they hesitate when saying hello. They probably think you are a psychopath and could snap at any moment.

Time: 4:00 am

Alright, well no sense trying to sleep now, I might as well just pull an all nighter.

Stretching I rolled out of bed and grabbed a shower towel. Sluggishly I walked down the stairs. My dad was asleep at his computer per usual... he must have had another late night.

Yawning I proceeded into the bathroom and closed the door. Turning on the shower I pulled my nightshirt over my head and gently tossed it onto the floor. Reaching my hand behind the curtain I made sure it was hot.

Scalding.

That was the only good thing about old houses. The hot water is actually hot.

Stepping in I felt the heat of the water run over my skin, sending chills down my spine, and making the hair on my arms stick up straight. A draft crept through the crack under the door and my nipples grew hard. We didn’t have a shower curtain at the moment, so no matter how hot the shower got you were still cold. Why you may ask? We’ll I decided one night it was a good idea to try and sober up a friend by putting her in the shower, well epic fail on my part. Her foot got caught up on the edge of the tub and she became entangled in it which ripped the holster straight out of the wall and caved in on her. My dad was pissed and his reasoning behind not buying another one.

“You shower with the door closed so why do you need a curtain to hide behind too.”

His logic never made sense sometimes... but that was dad. Usually his reasoning behind things made me laugh which made it impossible for him to ground me.

Closing my eyes I let the water run down my face. It was soothing, but not as soothing as the sound of rain late at night. Washing up, rinsing off and then turning off the shower I stepped out and reached for my towel also not realizing my phone was underneath it. I couldn’t react fast enough, all I could do was stand there and watch it as It fell and collided with the ground making a sharp snap.

Great. I hope I didn’t just break it.

Wrapping a towel around my hair and the other around my body I reached down for my phone. Closing my eyes I whispered to myself. Please don’t be broken, please don’t be broken. Slowly peeking out of one eye I looked down. Phew! Not broken this time. Taking a deep breath I turned to the mirror and wiped the condensation away leaving blurry streaks. My makeup didn’t seem to come all the way off in the shower so it was still smudged around my eyes making dark circles. Washing my face again in the sink with a face cloth, I then rubbed lotion all over my body. Coco butter, not only does it make your skin smooth as fuck but it smells good too! I brushed my teeth and spit the toothpaste into the sink. Leaving the bathroom I looked over at my dad who was sound asleep, but this time snoring with his face buried deep into his in his arms.

He looks pretty peaceful. I won’t wake him yet.

Tippy toeing up the stairs, they creaked and groaned. I closed my bedroom door behind me and began franticly digging through my piles of clothes that were just thrown throughout my room. Picking up a shirt I brought it to my face and inhaled.

Smells ok to me. Throwing on a ripped tank top, I swirled the shirt around my back and flung my arms through. Picking up a pair of jeans I just looked down at them in disgust. These are so old. They had holes, and stains that just wouldn't wash out, but they were my favorite pair and I just couldn’t get rid of them. Slinging my bag over my shoulder and grabbing my camera headed back down stairs.

Still sleeping...

Dad... Dad?

“Wha...What time is it?” he asked in a fog while rubbing his eyes.

4:30 in the morning...

“Why are you awake?”

Well, I couldn’t sleep so I figured I would get an early start.

Yawning he stretched his arms back behind his head before looking back down at his computer. Grunting he held his head in his hands.

“Every fucking time I think I’m one step closer.” he clenched his fists and pounded hard on his desk making a pile of papers shuffle and fall to the ground.

Dad? Maybe you should get some sleep... bending down I picked up his papers and placed them neatly back onto his desk

“I don’t need sleep, I need to finish up working on this case.” he growled

Seriously though, you need to rest...it’s been 4 years and you aren’t any closer today then you were 4 years ago.

“What I need is for you to stop giving me such attitude, leave me the hell alone and let me get back to work so then maybe I can try and get some sleep.”

Alright, whatever Dad... I’ll see you later.

“Where are you going?” he asked turning to face me.

I see, he only looks at me when I’m leaving.

I don’t know, probably go down to Ruby’s for some breakfast.

“I see you have your camera too?” he smiled.

holy shit...he smiled.

Yeah, I wanted to maybe catch the sun rise. Do you want anything to eat? I can bring you something back? Maybe an extra thick milkshake

“mmm sounds good, but no.” he replied turning back to his computer.

Come on Dad, you know you want one. I’ll buy?

“No I’m good. Thank you, but really I need to get back to work.” he responded.

He was exhausted, his eyes were sunken in surrounded by dark circles. His hair was starting to turn gray and he just looked like absolute shit. He was supposed to be off this week. The Chief told him he needed to take time to grieve because he really hasn't since my mom died, but my dad has been sneaking around getting files from the other guys so he can continue to work, but just from home.

Ok so breakfast sandwich and a coffee instead?

“Black.” He replied with a smirk.

Sounds good old man.

Turning to leave, he called out to me once more.

“This old man could still kick your ass”

Name the place and pick a time Dad. I can take you down any day.

“That’s my girl.” he smiled.

Door slams shuts.

It was a lot cooler out then I had expected, yet again the weather man lies, but then again the sun still wasn’t even awake yet.

The air was crisp, and the leaves crunched beneath my feet as I walked along. I absolutely loved the fall. Everything is just so beautiful and the people around here really get into the Halloween spirit.

If Halloween could be an every day event, I would be happy.

The birds were already awake and chirping away, and just as I got to the bottom of my steps a fat squirrel ran across my path nearly tripping me in the process. Sadly he was just to quick to take a picture.

One day I’ll capture you, Mr. Squirrel. I laughed out loud to myself. You might have gotten away this time, but next time you won’t be so lucky.

The squirrel stopped half way up the tree and what looked like began to mock me, before quickly scurrying up into the brush.

Fat little bastard. I grumbled.

Walking down the street all I could do was look around at how the town went to complete shit. I feel like the loss of my mother and disappearance of my brother just caused the whole town to shut down and lose its spark. My parents were very well known and liked around the area by anyone and everyone who crossed paths with them. They were always willing to help anyone and everyone who asked them, even if that means they got fucked over 85% of the time. So I couldn’t go anywhere without something stopping me to ask how my parents were doing or if they would be around that weekend to give them a hand. Especially now...it’s always. “How’s your dad? Is he ok?”

Half the time I want to tell them to go visit him and ask for themselves, but I usually just smile and tell them he’s fine.

It got old.

Wrapping my flannel tighter around me I headed down the side walk, the only beautiful thing left in this town were the trees and the canal.

Pulling out my camera I took a quick photo.

SNAP, SNAP

Something this beautiful should be captured before it get’s destroyed by humanity. One horrible thing about the human race, so quick to destroy something so beautiful that life has blessed us with, and people wonder why there are global warming problems.

SNAP, SNAP

Shit, whited out. God damn flash.

My camera was old and I needed a new flash, but since I haven’t been able to find a job in this hell hole I haven’t been able to buy a new one. I did ask my dad for my birthday last year, but he just hasn't had the money. It makes me feel like complete shit to even ask.

Come on, adjust...

SNAP. SNAP.

Got it. Thank you! Kissing my camera I smiled at it.

Perfect. I smiled down at my camera pleased with the shot.

Taking in a deep breathe through my nose I exhaled out my mouth causing a cloud to appear.

Fall is definitely here.

My stomach grumbled.

Alright, I need to eat...

Walking further down the side walk, and then to the cross walk, I looked and crossed the street heading towards the diner. That was another cool thing. Everything was so close to our house we can just walk there within a few minutes.

My dad and I used to take walks all the time...and then at the end he would treat me with a large malt shake. He always would suggest I get the smaller size because I could never finish a large, but I wanted to be like dad. 4 years later my brother was born. At that point I was 17 and started to rebel. Mainly tattoos, which drove my mother insane, but once my brother was born it’s like I didn’t exist anymore. I mean my dad always wanted a boy, I guess you can say that’s where I get my tomboy spirit from but from then on out it was all about Danny.

He was only 13 when he disappeared.

Chapter 2:

Location: Ruby’s Diner

Time: 4:45 am.

SNAP, SNAP

Fucking flash!

Snap Click. chhhh chhhh.

Ugh Wherever. I’ll just fix the damn thing inside. I stuffed the camera angrily into my bag and pushed open the large double glass doors to the diner.

“Hey Harper! Long time no see, two for breakfast?” the man behind the counter asked.

No Shane, it’s just me today. My dad’s at home working. I smiled.

“Isn’t he supposed to be on vacation?” he asked confused.

Well you know my dad...

“Yeah that’s true can’t take a man away from his work.” he laughed. “Would you like your regular booth by the window?” he asked looking down at his monitor.

Yeah that would be great actually.

“Alright, well it looks like it was just cleared off, so right this way ma’am.” He smiled smoothly waving his arm towards the dining room.

You’re the best, they really should just let you run the entire place.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m one pay check away from having enough money to get the hell out of this place.” he laughed.

Yeah, I hear ya, I have a feeling I might end up dying here.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Hey, once I’m gone my job will be free, maybe I can mention something to management?”

You would do that?! Oh thank you!

Wrapping my arms around him I hugged him.

“No problem, I always have your back.” He laughed.

Sitting down at the table I pulled my bag to my side, and reached in. Pulling out my sketch pad I plopped it down and began to draw. That’s why I like the window booths. They were just giant windows filled with inspiration. I especially love when the older gentleman come for the early bird specials and bring their fanciest and shiniest cars. You can see them outside standing there gawking over who has the fastest car, or the best engine. Passing around cigars and chopping off the ends before lighting them and blowing big thick grey clouds of smoke up into the air.

What a life. I always thought about what they were like at my age. It was such an easier time. They used to be able to go outside without having to worry that someone was going to get kidnapped or murdered. They came home when the street lights came on, not when they get a text asking where the hell they are.

Looking down at the menu I couldn't decided. I know I have been here a million times, but I always look at the menu, you know just incase I decide to order something different.

Which for me that was rare.

I always wished they would serve lunch this early, call me a psycho but I could totally go for a tuna melt right about now.

Looking up I notice the waitress. Her hair was in a twisted mess on the top of her head and her apron was stained with all sorts of different types of condiments, oil and grease.

Kate?! Since when do you work here?

“Well recently, Chloe’s mom was talking to my mom and well...here I am.” she sighed. “I really don’t like it.”

Well, I can tell you waitressing sucks. People are just plain rude.

“Especially the ones who tip like shit.” she laughed

Cheap bastards.

“Where’s your dad?”

He’s at home working.

“Well it’s good to see he has at least been keeping himself busy.”

Yeah, if that’s what you called it. I rolled my eyes at her comment.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to...” she began to say.

Don’t worry about it, I’m used to people asking me about my dad all the time.

“Anyway what can I get for you?” she asked pulling out a notebook and pen.

I’ll have the breakfast platter and a mimosa.

“Starting early?” she giggled

It’s never to early to drink. I laughed.

“How would you like your eggs?” she then continued

Over easy, white toast, whip cream on the pancakes, bacon fried to a perfect crisp.

“Anything else?”

Yeah, freshly squeezed orange juice?

“Were a diner not a 5 star breakfast buffet.”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. Oh come on the food here is definitely 5 star material.

Placing her hands on her hips. “If you think this is 5 star food then you haven't had real food.”

Well I mean, dad doesn’t cook and this is the only place that’s close enough for me to walk to.

“You still don’t have a car?” she asked cocking an eyebrow.

Well I do, it’s just in the shop. The damn truck is so rusty I need a miracle. Plus my dad’s car has been rotting in the driveway since my mom...

“That’s ok, no need to explain.” she smiled softly.

You know, you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me... I don’t mind talking about certain things.

“I know, it’s just horrible. Any news on your brother?” she asked running her thumbs along the hem of her apron.

Not yet, but I know he’s out there...he has to be.

“Well I will make sure to pray for his safe return.” she smiled again.

Thanks Kate, you're the sweetest.

“Anytime.” she replied turning and heading towards the kitchen.

Looking back out the window I sighed heavily. Well it looks like I am going to miss the sun rise yet again.

Pulling out my camera and tiny tool kit, I began to work on the flash. Alright if I just adjust it here.... and then tweak this.

SPOING!

Damn it! I slammed my fists down on the table tightly gripping what felt like the worlds smallest screw driver. Taking a deep breath I went back to working on it.

10 minutes later.

click, click. Snap, Snap

Yes! Fixed it!

And it looks like just in time. Looking over Kate held out the tray of food and placed it on the table.

Looks good. I smiled at her.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” she smiled.

I will, Thanks Kate.

Nodding her head Kate turned and walked away. Slapping my hands together and rubbing them I grabbed my fork and dug in.

Everything here just tastes so good to me, I guess you could say this is the closest thing I have had to a home cooked meal in a long time.

The pancakes were perfectly fluffy, and drizzled with maple syrup and a dollop of whip cream in the center, the bacon was perfect and crispy where it melted in my mouth every time I took a bite, and my eggs were cooked perfectly.

Finishing up rather quickly I waved for the bill.

“How was it?” she asked removing my plate from in front of me.

It was amazing, as always.

“You really need to get out more.” she laughed. “Need any change?”

No thanks, I’m good. You keep it. Hey, it was good seeing you. I haven’t seen you since graduation.

“Well, if you want to see me again I’m here everyday of the week.” she smiled.

Alright, sounds good. Bye Kate and thank you.

“You’re welcome.” She responded hurrying off into the kitchen.

Walking outside the sun was finally raising and everything began to flare with color.

Perfect timing. I smiled to myself.

Time 6:30 am

18 year’s I've lived here and I’ve never really stopped to actually look at the beauty this run down town can hold.

Looking into the water I held my hand over my eyes to shield the suns glare. I could see fish swimming around happily, and rising to the surface for a small gulp of air before dipping back down and disappearing beneath the rocks.

Life is just so beautiful if you actually open your eyes and look at it.

SNAP, SNAP.

Click.

There is just something so calming about still water. I could just stare into it for hours, even days and never get bored.

SNAP SNAP.

Beep, beep.

What the fuck, low battery? Already. Fuck this stupid camera.

Turning it off I placed it in my bag, well that’s enough pictures of water for right now I guess. I frowned looking down as a fish swam up and grabbed a cigarette butt that floated by before quickly spitting it back out.

Now that’s just disgusting. I frowned.

I really hate people sometimes.

Reaching for a stick, and then stretching out my arm, I managed to cause a rippled effect to move the cigarette butt close enough for my to pull up into the grass.

Ok fish, you are safe for now! I smiled looking down as 5 little babies swam out from under that same rock.

Heading back towards my house, I decided to take a quick detour.

SHIT! I forgot to get my dad food and coffee. I groaned. Oh well...he probably wouldn’t eat it anyway. Pretty sure his last sandwich is still there not even touched.

Turning the corner to enter my street I looked over at the park. The once beautiful fence, now rusted and damaged from little assholes around the town. There was trash and left over food laying all over the broken cement top. Shards of glass from beer bottles were smashed and smushed into the grass. The only new thing in this place was the swings and the basketball nets. Looking over I saw two kids throwing a ball around.

“Haha loser! That’s an E for you.” one kid mocked.

“Fuck you asshole.” the other kid replied.

Pulling out my camera I quickly capture the two as one of the boys punched the other directly in the stomach. He started crying.

“Fuck you dude.” he said as he ran to exit the park. “I’m telling mom.”

“Don’t tell mom! Wait Get back here!” the other hollered as he ran after him.

SNAP, SNAP.

Well, that one will definitely be a good addition to my scrap book. Laughing out loud at the picture my camera began to beep, and then shut off. Great. I put my camera in my bag and headed over to the swings. Placing my bag on the ground next to me, I began to swing.

Back and forth, higher and higher. Getting lost in a daze.

I loved playing on these when I was a kid. The swing creaked as I swung back and forth. The memories of my childhood began to flash in front of me. All the times my friends and I would sneak out and meet here just to smoke a joint and drink beers that we stole from our parents fridges.

One time we ended up getting busted by the police. He was a rookie, and my friends decided it would be funny to mess with him. We had a bag full of stink bombs, which we lit and threw at him as he walked towards us. When they started to smoke and release the smell, all of a sudden the officer grabbed his throat and began gasping for air. We all panicked and ran away, we ended up hiding across the street in the neighbors rose bushes. MISTAKE. We were covered in scratches from the thorns afterwards. Finally when back up arrived what seemed like hours later, they ended up having to give him CPR and some oxygen. Little did we know he ended up having an asthma attack.

Needless to say that was his first and last day on the job. We also never got caught.

I just can’t believe we let this town go to shit like this, this placed used to be so beautiful and full of life, now its just surrounded by crime, punk ass kids, and lazy old people who spend 90% of their time on the front porch in rocking chairs scolding the teenagers as they walked by.

Swinging high enough, I launched off the swing and landed on my feet.

I should get home, Dad’s probably worried about me.

I paused.

Yeah right. Laughing to myself I left the park, luckily for me I lived right next door so it wasn’t far.

Time: 8:00 am

Reaching my house I noticed the mail had arrived. Wow, this is here early. Might as well bring it inside or else it will be sitting here for weeks just piling up.

Pulling out a stack of envelopes I quickly shuffled through them.

Bills, Bills, Junk mail, Junk mail, bills, bills. Great. Nothing for me. What else is new.

I always looked through the mail like I expected to receive something, even though every time I always knew none of it would ever be for me. Sighing heavily I stuffed the mail into the side pocket of my bag and headed up the front steps. Reaching for the door knob I pushed the front door open and this time closed it gently behind me, incase my dad had decided to finally give it a rest, and get some rest.

But no, Dad was still in the same spot I left him in.

Hey Dad, I’m home. Here’s the mail. I said reaching into my bag and then placing it on the desk. I’m sorry I forgot to grab you food.

“Great honey. How was school?” he asked.

Dad...I’m 21, I don’t go to school anymore.

“Right, right...well good to see you.” He mumbled with his eye glued to his computer screen while he rubbed his temples.

Yeah Dad, Always a pleasure. I sighed waving at him and heading up the stairs to my room.

To be continued...

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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Welcome home, Willow. (Biadore) - bigandbilky

Hello people of the internet, it’s your favorite dyke. Here is the smut I promised for you hungry little fuckers. I saw the prompt of Danny picking Roy up from the airport and I just had to write about that. I know, it took a while but I had my wisdom teeth removed and was dying a little. But I made it back. Anyway enjoy this little fluffy smut. Peace out. Word count: 3459.

Danny has been looking forward to this day for weeks. After months and months of touring, Roy was finally coming home. Danny promised Roy that he would pick him up from the airport and give him a nice ride home instead of a cab. Roy tried to say no but Danny insisted, and he knew Roy couldn’t say no. Roy had a weak spot for Danny when it came to anything he did or said, and Danny knew that. It was at great use for Danny, getting what he wanted. So, Danny kept on bugging Roy to allow him to pick him up until Roy finally gave in. Danny had squealed like a little kid, which made Roy laugh. Who knew someone could be so happy picking someone up from the airport? But there was a whole other reason to the fact that Danny wanted to pick up Roy. Only Roy didn’t know, and he wouldn’t find out until he got home. Danny had a surprise planned and he was damn proud of it.

Danny woke up early that day, even though Roy didn’t land until 3. It wasn’t his intention to wake up so early, but excitement ran through his body as soon he picked up his phone for the first time, to check the time. It was only 7 AM, but seeing the date alerted him awake. September 12. Roy would arrive today. Danny got up with the biggest smile preparing his breakfast. He sat on the sofa, feet tucked underneath him. His plate balanced on one leg and scrolling through his Instagram page. There was a picture of Roy in a plane, neck pillow wrapped around him and holding a glass of wine. “The clown is coming home LA!” Danny smiled and replied on the picture. “Can’t wait to pick you up! I’ll bring a van for your wheelchair.” As soon as Danny hit send, fans started replying to his comment. Danny chuckled and locked his phone. He took a long, refreshing shower and picked out his clothes carefully. He wanted to look good when Roy was coming. After getting dressed, Danny went to Roy’s place. On his way to Roy’s house Danny practiced a new song that he was working on. The road to Roy’s apartment was slow and Danny got annoyed. Traffic in Los Angeles was always a bitch and Danny hated it. He yelled at people, even though they couldn’t hear him. But that wasn’t the point.

“Use your fucking turn signal, you dickhead!” Danny yelled and slammed the steering wheel. Danny took a deep breath and the car turned right. Danny sighed and drove further to Roy’s apartment.

Arriving at Roy’s, Danny was immediately attacked by Sammy and Dede. Even though Danny came every day to feed them and walk them for about four times a day, they still were hyperactive when Danny entered. Danny greeted them by scratching them on their soft heads and walked up to the couch. He looked around the room, while Dede settled on his lap. Sammy went back to their little cushions but still staring at Danny. Danny turned on some music and was once again scrolling through his feed. He checked the time and still had to wait four hours to pick up Roy. Danny decided to take a nap and set his alarm in three hours, so he had enough time to pick up Roy since he lived close to the airport.

Danny woke up by Dede licking his face. When he finally came back to reality, he heard his alarm ringing. Now it made sense why Dede licked his face. Danny snoozed his alarm and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. He finally could go pick up Roy. He told Dede and Sammy he would be back soon and closed the door behind him. Walking to his car his phoned Pinged. He got it out of his pocket while getting in the car.

Willow: Landing soon. Can’t wait to see you x

Danny smiled at his phone and put it in the passenger seat. He fired up the engine and drove to the airport. Looking at the distance it was only a fifteen-minute drive, but because of the traffic it took him forty-five minutes to get to the airport. He parked his car somewhere in the middle of nowhere and walked to the entrance hall. He made a little sign that said “Mr. Haylock”. He knew Roy would hate it, but Danny did it for a laugh. With the sign tucked under his arms he strutted to the entrance. There weren’t many people waiting. A few people already came walking out and Danny eagerly waited for Roy to walk through those two doors. Danny’s gaze never left those two automatic doors. He held the sing in front of him because his arms got sleepy after keeping it in the air for so long. Suddenly a lot of people started flowing in and Danny was no longer alone waiting on his loved one. People were pushing him against the fences and he got annoyed slowly. Roy better hurry the fuck up because Danny wanted to leave. After about five long minutes Danny finally saw the face he desperately wanted to see. The biggest smile crept on Danny’s face as he held the sign up again. He saw Roy roll his eyes, but a smile appeared on his face.

“Hey pussyfart.” Roy said, walking straight into Danny’s arms. Danny wrapped his arms around Roy’s neck and nuzzled his face into Roy, inhaling his scent.

"I missed you.” Danny whispered, leave a soft kiss on Roy’s jaw, turning his face to stare into his brown eyes. Roy smiled.

“I didn’t miss you at all.” Roy joked, and Danny snorted. Danny threw the sign in the nearest trash can and grabbed one of Roy’s suitcases.

“Let’s go home.” Danny said, and Roy sighed, followed by a nod. As they walked out of the airport, Danny’s hand crept into Roy’s and he intertwined their fingers. He saw Roy smile from the corner of his eyes but kept walking. Of course, Danny forgot where he parked his car, so it took them about ten minutes to find it. They loaded all of Roy’s luggage into Danny’s small trunk but somehow it fit. Roy put his hand on Danny’s leg as he was driving towards Roy’s apartment. Roy ran his fingers across Danny’s thigh, tracing random patterns. Danny’s breath hitched in at the back of his throat, Roy smirked at what he was doing.

“What’s wrong, Dan?” Roy asked. Danny groaned.

“Nothing. I just want to get home.” Roy finally looked at Danny and from the look on his face, Roy knew something was going on.

“What are you hiding from me?” Roy asked, and Danny turned his head to face Roy. Danny smiled at Roy.

“Nothing. I’m just really happy to see you again.” Danny said. It wasn’t a complete lie. He was happy to see Roy again, but he just really wanted to get home and get his hands all over Roy’s body. His dick twitched as he thought of what Roy would do to him later. Roy snorted and focused his eyes on the road in front of him. After about 30 minutes stuck in traffic, they finally made it to Roy’s apartment. They unloaded the trunk and took the elevator upstairs. As soon as Roy put his key in the lock, they heard excited barks coming from the other side. Danny chuckled.

“They missed you as much as I did.” Danny said, and Roy smiled. Roy opened the door and was attacked by his two hyperactive dogs. Roy’s smile grew big and walked in side. He let himself fall onto the couch and within two seconds, the dogs jumped on to him and started licking his face. Danny brought the suitcases to his room and checked if his preparations were still in the right place, putting some finishing touches to it. He closed the door behind him and walked back into the living room. Roy was still lying on the couch, Sammy rolled up between his legs and Dede spread across his stomach. Roy his eyes were closed, and Danny assumed he fell asleep. He quickly took a picture but forgot his sound was still on. Roy stirred but didn’t wake up. He posted the picture on Instagram. “I could watch this forever.” He closed his phone and put it on the kitchen table. Danny walked up to Roy and placed a wet kiss on his forehead, causing Roy to wake up. Roy smiled at Danny and lifted his head, so that their lips met. Danny softly pressed his lips onto Roy’s and couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his throat. Roy carefully picked Dede off his stomach and placed him next to Sammy on the couch. Roy sat up and Danny slid into his lap, resting his arms around Roy’s neck.

“I’m so happy you’re finally home,” Danny whispered and kissed Roy again. “I have a surprise for you.”

“I knew you were up to something!” Roy softly yelled, and Danny giggled. He got out of Roy’s lap and took his hand. He guided Roy to his bedroom and slowly opened the door. The bed was carefully made in fresh sheets, a heart carved out in red rose pastels and candles spread across the whole room. Roy stared at Danny.

“You did this for me?” Roy asked, and Danny nodded sweetly. Roy closed the door and slammed Danny against it. Roy eyes darkened hungrily kissed Danny’s full lips and Danny let out a loud moan.

“I missed that sound,” Roy said, as he pulled away from the kiss. “I miss that sound that you only make for me.” Danny bucked his hips against Roy’s. Roy tore Danny off the wall and carefully threw him on the bed. Danny pulled on Roy shirt.

“Off.” Danny said, breathless. Roy obliged and took his shirt off. Danny ran his hands over his toned body, sending shivers down Roy his spine. Danny ran his hand up to Roy’s neck and pushed it down, connecting their lips again. Roy softly grinded his hips against Danny’s and they both let out a moan. Danny let his hands fall from Roy his neck, to unbutton his jeans. Roy wiggled out of his jeans and threw them on the floor somewhere. Roy did the same to Danny’s pants. When Danny’s pants came off, he saw a bulge tucked under his pink underwear. Of course, Danny wore those stupid pink thongs. Roy hated to admit that he actually liked them. Roy hooked his fingers in around the soft fabric, Danny pushing his hips into Roy’s hands. But Roy pushed him back on the mattress.

“Someone’s eager.” Roy said, removing his hands from the pink fabric and tugged at Danny’s shirt. Danny lifted his body up and Roy took his shirt off. Roy put his hands on Danny’s chest, slowing tracing his black painted fingers down his torso. Danny let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes. He waited so long for Roy to touch him, he almost forgot what it felt like. Roy’s hands trailed down his stomach and stopped above the waistband of his pink thongs.

“Please.” Danny breathed out. Roy cocked his eyebrow.

“Please, what?” Roy whispered and looked at Danny, who still had his eyes closed. Danny groaned.

“Please take them off. I need you to touch me.” Danny said, rushing his words out. His breathing was unsteady, and he started bucking his hips. Roy smirked and hooked his thumps back on the pink fabric. Danny lifted his hips off the mattress and Roy finally took the pink fabric off, tossing it on the floor. Roy’s eyes darted off towards Danny’s free dick. He licked his lips. God had he missed this view. Danny opened one eye and saw Roy staring at his member. Danny gulped down and bucked his hips. The tip of his dick touched Roy’s lips and Danny shuddered at the contact. Roy smirked and slowly licked the head. Danny moaned loudly and squeezed his eyes shut again. Roy closed his mouth around his dick and slowly slid his mouth down until the head hit the back of his throat. Danny groaned. Roy came back up and let his member go. He crawled back up to Danny.

“Tease.” Danny whispered, and Roy smiled. Roy leaned his head next to Danny’s ear.

“I want you to ride me.” Roy said and scraped his teeth over Danny’s earlobe. Danny held his breath and nodded his head. Roy crawled off his and walked off to the bathroom. He returned without boxers and a condom over his member. He threw the bottle of lube onto the bed. Danny shifted to the other side of the bed, so that Roy could lay down. But Roy didn’t.

“Turn around, face down.” Roy ordered, and Danny immediately did what he was told. He turned his body around and pushed his face between the pillows. Danny heard the bottle of lube open and the sticky liquid being squirted onto Roy’s fingers. Roy sat on his knees and enjoyed the view. Roy knew Danny was all too eager to feel his fingers inside him. Roy trailed his finger around his hole. Danny whimpered and pushed his butt against Roy’s fingers, but Roy didn’t care. He kept tracing circled around the tense muscles. He kept doing it until Danny cried out.

"Just put the other one in, please.” Danny moaned, and Roy finally gave in. He dipped one of his fingers in and Danny let out a satisfied moan. Roy slowly pumped his finger in and out. As soon he felt that Danny was beginning to open up, he added another finger. Danny’s moans came more frequent and he was grinding his hips with Roy’s rhythm. Roy wanted to add another finger, but Danny stopped him.

“Roy, please. I need your dick.” Danny cried and crawled onto his knees. He pulled Roy down onto the mattress. Danny placed his knees on both sides on Roy torso and licked his lips. He loved doing this and Roy allowing him to, made him even more turned on than he already was. Danny slowly lowered himself onto Roy, and Roy’s hand snaked up to Danny’s hips. The tip of Roy’s dick slowly pushed into his hole and they both let out a moan. Danny lowered himself completely onto Roy and they both sighed at the contact. Danny slowly started grinding hips back and forth and the moans flew across the room. Roy’s knuckles turned white on how much pressure he was putting on Danny’s hips. Danny placed one of his hands on Roy’s chest and the other one wrapped around his own dick. He moved his hand on the same rhythm as the trusts. Danny’s mouth hung open and he kept moaning. He slowly started picking up the pace and Roy’s pants became heavier.

“Keep going, baby.” Roy moaned and digged his nails into Danny’s skin. Sweat started to build on Danny’s forehead and his hair sticked to the sides of his face. Danny kept going faster and faster.

“I’m—close.” Roy stammered, and Danny just nodded. He lowered his body on to Roy’s. His arm hurts from jacking off so fast but he kept going.

“Baby.” Danny moaned loudly, and before he knew it, his load shot onto Roy’s stomach. His body trembled. He put his other and back on Roy his chest and kept grinding his hips. Roy held his breath and Danny felt the his cum shoot into the condom. Danny moaned and collapsed against Roy. Both of their breaths were unsteady and sweat dripped off their faces. Danny pushed his body up and whined at the loss of Roy’s dick. He rolled off Roy but kept his head on Roy’s chest. Danny turned his head to see that Roy was already staring at him. Roy planted a kiss on Danny’s head.

“I’m going to shower. Care to save water and join me?” Roy asked as he sat up. Danny smiled and nodded.

“You know I’m all about saving water.” Danny said and followed Roy to the bathroom. Roy turned on the water and stepped in. He sighed as the hot water engulfed around his body. Danny wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed the back of his neck. The taste of sweat still lingered on Roy’s neck. Danny let go and they both washed their bodies. Roy stepped out first and dried himself off. He disappeared back into the bedroom. Danny stood under the shower a bit longer but eventually turned the water off. He dried himself and walked back into the room. He saw that Roy changed the sheets. Roy was sprawled across the bed, mouth hung open as soft snores escaped his mouth. Danny smiled at this view. He walked up to the drawer and put on a clean thong. He picked Roy’s shirt from the floor and walked towards the kitchen. Danny’s stomach growled. He peaked into the living room, seeing that the dogs were still fast asleep. He stumbled around the kitchen, making something to eat for himself. He was so focused on his meal that he didn’t hear that Roy sneaked up behind him and leaned against the counter. Roy kept his eyes focused on Danny’s figure, wondering how he got so lucky to have him to himself. Their feelings for each other were obvious from the first moment they laid eyes on each other during Drag Race. Roy was afraid Danny was never going to love someone much older than him, but Danny proofed him wrong. He didn’t care about ages, he loves Roy, and nothing will change that. Roy walked up to Danny and squeezed his ass. Danny moaned and gripped the counter.

“I thought you were asleep.” Danny said and turned around, big green eyes staring into Roy’s. Roy placed his lips onto Danny’s and kissed him deeply.

“Hmmm, I was but I missed you.” Roy said and let his hands rest on Danny his butt. Danny pulled on Roy his hips and turned them around.

“Sit,” Danny said, and Roy raised his eyebrow. “Please?” Roy smirked and lifted his body onto the kitchen counter. Danny trailed his hands down to the waistband of Roy’s boxers and slowly pushed them down. Roy bit his lip and tangled his hands into Danny’s hair. Roy liked it that Danny’s hair had grown longer. Danny kneeled and moved his tongue over Roy’s inner thighs and Roy let out a soft moan. He knew not to be too loud or he would wake the dogs. Roy’s dick was still semi hard from earlier so Danny didn’t have to do much to make it hard again. One of Danny’s hands was on Roy’s thigh and the other one was playing with his balls. Roy moaned and that encouraged Danny to place his mouth over his head, without a warning. Roy wanted to buck his hips, but Danny pushed him down. His tongue swayed over his head and he let it go, a trail of salvia still attached to his lips and Roy’s head. Roy moaned again.

“Please, baby.” He begged, and Danny could feel his legs go weak. Danny wrapped his mouth around Roy’s dick and hollowed his cheeks. He slowly bopped his head, Roy’s dick hitting the back of Danny’s throat every time. Danny tried to suppress a gag but failed. The vibrations on Roy’s dick made him go crazy. Danny bopped his head faster and moaned around Roy’s member. Roy tightened his grip in Danny’s hair. Danny fastened his pace, occasionally letting go of Roy’s dick and licking down his shaft. Danny wrapped his mouth around his dick again and bopped his head. He kept going faster and Roy was panting.

“C—Close.” Roy said, out of breath. Danny smirked and moaned again, knowing the vibrations would bring Roy right over the edge. And it worked. Roy’s cum shot down Danny’s throat and Danny happily swallowed it.

“You’re such a whore.” Roy chuckled, and Danny sat up again. He kissed Roy deeply.

“Only for you, willow.” Danny said and smiled. Roy closed his eyes and sighed.

“I missed you. I swear, I didn’t know how much until now.” Danny laughed.

“Are you the one becoming sappy now?” Danny said and snaked his arms around Roy’s neck. “But for the record, I missed you too. So much.” Roy smiled softly and pecked his lips. Danny returned to his food and Roy sat down at the kitchen table. Danny placed a plate in front of Roy.

“Welcome home, willow.”

#biadore #smut #fluff #adore delano #bianca del rio #bigandbilky #rpdr fanfiction #canon compliant

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Things Unseen: Chapter 3

Steve's known almost his whole life that his anchor was going to be one of the Kelly-Kalakaua family, the only ones strong enough to tie him to the Seen when he needed to talk to a spirit. What he did not know was how important a cop from Jersey who doesn't believe in ghosts would end up being.

In which Steve and Kono are peak mlm/wlw solidarity, Danny is a wreck, Chin is tired and there are some ghosts.

Chapter Three: Forward [on ao3]

Steve plunges head-first into the Unseen so fast he almost can’t stop himself. Even when he does get his feet under him, he can’t get his bearings for far too long. Finally, distantly, he hears Kono’s voice.

“Steve, goddammit, come back! Where are you? Come on, Steve. Steve!” she shouts, and it’s echoing in his head and all around him and there’s something just a little bit off about that, but he doesn’t question it.

“I’m here,” he finally makes himself say. He hears Kono sigh.

“Scared me for a second boss. You were lost for a minute there.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes half heartedly. He glances around. He vaguely recognizes this as Kuhio Avenue, but he knows that doesn’t mean anything. This might be Broadway Avenue to someone else, or Park Street to another, or Sunset Boulevard to another. The Unseen is always in flux, it molds, at least superficially, to who is observing it. None of these buildings are real, Steve knows. They’re here because the Unseen thinks he needs a familiar environment.

To hunt down Victor Hesse’s spirit, he really does.

“You remember what you’re doing there boss?” Kono’s voices rings out, and Steve almost flinches in surprise.

“I remember,” he says, and he begins his search.

He reaches out with every part of himself, stretching himself as far as possible to seek out the spirit of his father’s killer. Distantly, he brushes on Anton Hesse’s spirit, and jerks far away from that. He doesn’t need to be stirring up anything with an angry spirit. Seeking out a lost soul is difficult enough as it is.

As he reaches out into the depths of the Unseen, he wanders the hazy construct of the streets of Waikiki, searching and searching and searching. Kono calls out to him a few times, but he doesn’t answer. Something seems off, just enough to raise Steve’s hackles.

He opens a door and it gives way to empty space and another street and he knows that’s how the Unseen works, but something’s wrong. He’s having a strong feeling of dejavu, but he can’t pinpoint what’s wrong here. He steps through the door and he’s suddenly no longer alone. Danny is standing there, in one of his stupid ties, with his slicked back hair, and hands tucked into the pockets of his impractical slacks. Steve’s heart stutters.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” Danny says, all heavy Jersey accent, but it’s not full of fire like usual. It’s deliberate quiet, reserved anger and careful calm. It is not the Danny he knows, and Steve’s brow creases in concern. “Your plan worked? You think it worked? You got me shot,” Danny snaps, and suddenly there’s red running on his shirt, he’s bleeding, there are bullet wounds in his chest.

“Danny!” Steve cries out, and he rushes forward, reaches out for his partner, only to find a still smoking gun in his hand.

“You did this to me,” Danny hisses, and then he is not Danny anymore, his face twisting and contorting into something inhuman and horrifying and Steve drops the gun and stumbles back, only he can’t drop the gun, it’s sticking to his hand like someone’s glued it to him, like it’s a part of him, and all at once everything comes crashing down around his shoulders. The world is crumbling around him and compacting to crush him in it’s vice like grip and Victor’s voice is shoving it’s way into his head and drowning out Kono’s reassurances that he’s okay, and Steve’s screaming, even though he can’t even hear his own voice--

Steve jerks awake, panting and gasping for breath. He reaches blindly for a weapon before he registers that he’s alone, in his bed, in his own home. He’s safe. He flops back onto the mattress and lets out a deep sigh. His hands tremble just enough to notice as he runs one through his sweat damp hair.

It was just a dream.

A dream of a memory, but a dream nonetheless. When he had gone in search of Victor Hesse’s spirit in reality, in the days following their shootout on the freighter, the Unseen had not collapsed in on Steve like that. He had not been caught unawares like that, had not been suffocated by an incorporeal plane.

Danny hadn’t been there.

He’d just spent so long wandering that Kono had to all but force him back to the Seen. He’d stayed in for nearly half an hour. Chin and Kono were worried he wasn’t going to come out. But he did, with the conclusion that Victor Hesse did not die and Steve had failed.

Steve’s phone buzzes and lights up and he jumps.

[from: Kono Kalakaua, 3:27 AM]

You alright boss?

Steve scrubs a hand over his face. Fuck. He was hoping he hadn’t woken Kono with that little incident.

Over the past few weeks of working together, as a part of a team, and as an anchor and speaker, Steve’s gotten a lot closer to Kono. He’s gotten a lot closer with Chin, too, of course, and Danny is something else entirely, but with Kono it’s something different than just growing closer. With training and cases, she spends half the time they’re around each other in Steve’s head. She knows him inside out, even though they’ve only known each other a few weeks. They’ve also got a very primitive empathetic bond. It’s nothing serious, but with the amount of time they spend stuck together, when they feel something strongly enough, the emotions tend to bleed. It’s useful for work, they can feel when the other is in danger, and it’s useful in keeping conflict to a minimum because they can’t hide severe irritation from each other, but it’s not always so great.

Like now, when his dream anxiety bleeds over into Kono’s mind and wakes her up in the middle of the night.

Sometimes he wishes he had something like this for Danny. He never knows what his partner is thinking, doesn’t quite know how to handle him yet, even with the easy team dynamic they’ve all settled into. He shoves that to the back of his mind though. He just woke Kono up at 3:30 in the morning, he owes her at least a little bit of an explanation.

[to: Kono Kalakaua, 3:31 AM]

Just a dream. Sorry to wake you.

[from: Kono Kalakaua, 3:32 AM]

Need to talk about it?

[to: Kono Kalakaua, 3:32 AM]

No.

[from: Kono Kalakaua, 3:33 AM]

Your call. You at least going to tell me what that warm feeling I just got was?

Steve swears under his breath, even though there’s no one around to hear him. Are his thoughts about Danny really strong enough for Kono to get a feeling from it? They’re going to have to work on learning some control over this whole empathy thing.

[to: Kono Kalakaua, 3:35 AM]

No idea what you’re talking about.

[from: Kono Kalakaua, 3:36 AM]

If you’ve got to tell yourself that, okay. But remember how much time I spend hooked into your mind, McGarrett. I know you better than you know you.

Anyway, it’s late. If you’re not dying, and don’t want to talk, I’m going to sleep. See you in the morning.

That first text is vaguely concerning, but Steve’s too tired to really think about it too much. He’ll deal with it later. As it is, he barely shoots a “good night” back and gets his phone to his nightstand before he’s slipping into sleep again.

His sleep for the rest of the night is not peaceful, but it is sleep, and he’s glad he at least got a little bit more rest before he has to get ready and go to work. With Halloween just around the corner, supernatural activity is picking up all over the island. Since Five-0 takes point on most major crimes and criminal supernatural activity, the next few days are going to be long ones for the team. Even Chin is on edge, his eyes flashing out of his control while he works, with the upcoming holiday.

Steve can already feel a headache building behind his eyes, there are so many spirits trying to get his attention. They’ll have to deal with that soon. He sighs heavily, and decides he’ll treat himself to coffee from some overpriced shop on the way to work as a consolation for the toll he knows it’s going to take on him to spend so much time in the Unseen.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Steve McGarrett?” Danny says, the second Steve steps into the office and Steve has to pause. He almost looks to his reflection in the glass walls of the offices, concerned that maybe he’s showing symptoms of a curse. They had faced down with an angry witch last week, it was possible.

But then Danny’s straight face breaks and he looks at Steve’s coffee cup and starts laughing.

“See I ask because Steve McGarrett, Mr. Military, SuperSEAL himself, who usually drinks his coffee with butter in it, is standing in front of me with pumpkin spice latte. So you must be a changeling, or an alien clone, or something,” Danny says, and Steve wrinkles his nose.

He makes an offended noise in the back of his throat as Kono and Chin snicker at Danny’s comment and opens his mouth to retaliate before Danny jumps in again.

“Actually, I don’t know why I’m surprised. You like pineapple on pizza. You obviously have no taste.”

“You’re the one without taste. Pineapple’s good on anything, and with all your complaining about how I take my coffee, you should be glad that I’m broadening my coffee horizons, you--” Steve chokes on his next word, and has to hastily set all of his things down to brace himself against a wall.

“Steve?” Danny says, his teasing tone replaced with concern in a split second. He moves like he’s going to try to steady Steve, a half aborted motion.

Across the room, Kono puts a hand to her throat and scrunches up her face, then crosses to Steve and grabs his arm.

Steve takes a deep breath, and plunges into the Unseen.

“Steve,” he hears Kono’s voice, and he exhales, and finds his footing. The Unseen orients itself for him, this time taking the familiar form of a battleship, because, Steve suspects, there are a lot of spirits trying to get his attention, and this is an easy way to organize them for him, while still giving him a familiar environment.

“I’m here,” Steve tells her, and Kono sighs in what sounds like relief. He’ll have to ask what that’s about later. For now, there are a dozen spirits who want his attention and he has to sort out which of them need attention now and which ones he can help without a time constraint.

He wanders down a hall at random, following the tugging behind his collarbones, and letting it lead him to a door a few meters down. The door opens when he approaches it and reaches out a hand, but without him ever touching it. He steps inside and almost stumbles right back out.

The room is empty, stripped down to its bunks and nothing else, which Steve was expecting. The spirit in the room is Danny, which he was not expecting. He has a moment of blind panic where he feels like the walls are closing in around him, and for a second, the walls around him actually do begin to close in on him, and Danny looks at him in something like disdain. Steve’s hands shake and he throws them out on either side of him with a yell, and the walls stop closing in.

One of Danny’s eyebrows creeps towards his hairline and he watches Steve carefully, before his mouth drops open in a horrifying scream and he disappears.

Steve stumbles back into the now-closed door, and slips right through it, falling flat on his back at the feet of a spirit, one who is not his partner, one with a vicious looking wound on her neck, and a terrified expression etched onto her face. He hates to think how she died, but he knows he has to ask.

“A witch,” she tells him when he asks, in a voice that is too small and too loud all at once, and grates on every last one of Steve’s nerves. He’s still unsettled from the not-Danny he’s just gotten away from. “She said she needed me, for a ritual, that my sacrifice would help the old gods live and they’d be grateful for it.” She gives Steve a description of the witch that killed her, and then she starts to cry and Steve hugs her and promises that he’ll find the witch who did this to her, and then there’s a knock on the door, which startles the both of them so much that Steve nearly throws a punch at the empty air on instinct.

But instead of the trouble that Steve was expecting, the door swings open very slowly, and reveals an elderly woman standing on the other side of it. Steve looks back to the girl and watches as the wound on her neck closes itself, knitting back together in the same way Chin’s supernatural healing fixes injuries he gets.

“Grandma?” the girl asks, and the woman nods and smiles sadly.

“We were not expecting you so soon, but I can’t say I’m not happy to see you,” the girl’s grandmother says, and Steve feels like he’s intruding. He’s never been around when a spirit has reunited with their ancestors in the Unseen before. It’s always just been him and the spirit who had sought him out. Today is just full of surprises, it seems. The grandmother turns to Steve and gives him a soft smile as well. “Find who did this to her, and you make them pay, understood?”

Steve nods once. “I’ll make sure that the woman who did this faces justice, Auntie.”

“I’ll find you if you don’t, spirit-speaker,” she warns and then she turns around, her hand on her granddaughter’s shoulder, and they both evaporate as though they had never been there.

Steve places a hand against the wall nearest him and watches the construct waver as he does his best to get the Unseen to convey a message to the other spirits waiting for him. He’ll help them as soon as he can, but if there’s a witch trying to raise the old gods, he has to go handle that immediately.

“Kono,” he calls out, his voice only sounding in his own head.

Kono does not answer.

Steve calls again.

No answer.

Steve bellows.

“Steve?” he finally hears Kono’s voice, and she half-manifests next to him, holding his hand and watching him with concern.

“Take me back, we have a case,” he says, and she helps him back into his body so fast he thinks he might have whiplash from it.

He’s still stumbling back into the physical world when Kono lets him go, and he’d be surprised at her lack of caution-- she usually waits to be certain Steve’s back to himself before letting go-- if not for the scene he’s coming back to.

Danny’s on the floor, his eyes moving rapidly behind his eyelids, twitching so much he might as well be seizing,

“What the hell happened?” Steve asks and he crouches next to Danny’s feet.

Chin’s already cushioning Danny’s head, his eyes closed in concentration, probably listening to Danny’s breathing and heartbeat. Kono’s got a hand on his forehead, and then she’s feeling for Danny’s pulse as well, and her brow is pinched in worry.

“I don’t know,” Chin says. “Before you went on your visit, you got a little unsteady, Danny was helping Kono keep you steady and then he just collapsed. I was able to move fast enough to keep him from hitting his head, but he’s just been like this since you went in. He started shaking when Kono pulled you back,” he mutters, and the way his voice comes out, Steve knows Chin’s fangs have popped out from the stress.

Even Chin’s normally impeccable control is suffering this close to Halloween. They’re in for a long week.

“Looks like he’s coming out of it. Danny?” Kono says, gently patting Danny’s face to try to get his attention as Danny’s eyes glance around, unfocused and glassy. “Danny, come on, do you know where you are? Hey, Danny,” Kono repeats, a little sharper this time, and Danny’s eyes snap towards her.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m in the office. The hell am I doing on the floor?” Danny grumbles, trying to sit up.

Chin grabs his shoulder to steady him when Danny grimaces.

“Take it easy brah,” Chin warns.

“What the hell happened to me?” Danny asks.

Kono shrugs, and lets out a relieved sounding sigh. “You collapsed when Steve left to visit the Unseen. We don’t know, you just--hey, take it easy!” she cuts herself off when Danny pushes himself to his feet.

He stands still for a moment, as though he’s testing out his own legs and then holds out his hands in a “see?” sort of gesture.

“I feel fine,” he says, sounding a little skeptical of his own assessment of himself. “Of course it was something to do with the ghosts. It’s always gotta be something to do with the fucking ghosts with you three. Always the ghosts,” he complains, and then he’s walking towards his office as though nothing had just happened.

Kono and Chin get to their feet, and they share a confused look with Steve, and then Danny calls back at them.

“I’ll take it easy today, and if I start feeling bad, I’ll see a doctor, but do not call an ambulance! I do not need that bill, thank you!” Danny shouts over his shoulder and then his office door closes behind him.

Steve shrugs, because that’s what he’d do too, in all honesty, and he heads for his office too.

They’ve got a witch to find.

#mcdanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #kono kalakaua #chin ho kelly #hawaii five 0 #h50 #fic #mine #TU AU

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stoopsbookstore · 7 years ago

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Greaser!Wonwoo Part 1

(A/N) SO... I decided to do this. I finally got the courage to do this. I was debating if I should do this for Wonwoo or Jaehyun, like I was writing this for Jaehyun, but I have a different idea for him now. I have a massive AU that I've had in my head for a good year now and there's most likely gonna be little hints to it in all of these 😐 Please keep in mind that I'm on mobile 99% of the time so some formatting may be weird. Another thing... I might have Sims based on these scenarios that I might make another blog for 🤔

Reader - Female

Greaser!Wonwoo... no one knows who he was until he started to hang out with the Diamond Gang, Pledis Prep's local criminals

He just kinda appeared out of nowhere with Mingyu

Rumors has it he's a narc, but that doesn't make sense... he's.... in the gang... like Seungcheol has straight up said that if Wonwoo was a narc, ain't no one would know he even existed

What had happened was Minghao and Mingyu were partners with Wonwoo for an assignment

Wonwoo has dragged to a race one day and was just kinda thrown in the car after Mingyu get his head smacked

You know that scene in Grease where Kenickie gets hit in the head before Thunder Road?

Yea, that's Mingyu and Wonwoo right now

Seungcheol told Wonwoo if he wins, he doesn't have to join the Diamond Gang, he can just leave with no consequences and live his life. If he loses, he's now the group's running bitch

Take a guess at what happens?

He actually wins, but Jeonghan convinced him to stay with promises of getting to know how to break into the local library after hours

You wanna know how Jeonghan knows this? He's not only lazy, he's also the librarian's son, he has a key duh

Y/N was the stereotypical good girl

Follows rules? Check. Straight A's? Check. Always home at curfew? Check.

Wonwoo hates being called a Greaser and he finds the Socs name stupid

Wonwoo thinks the labels are just pretentious bullshit

Seungcheol has told Wonwoo horror stories about the Socs

How they treats their girls, how they have the cops wrapped around their fingers, how Jeonghan was put out of comission for 3 months just for walking on Soc territory

Wonwoo tries not to believe the b.s., but it's really hard when it seems like all there is, is just a bunch of hatred between the groups

So, he walks around the town, Masonridge, to just clear his mind, when he sees the Soc gang, Neo, at the baseball park, beating up someone who looks to be protecting someone else?

Wonwoo looks around for something to wave in the air to make himself look scary, seeing as he doesn't have the Diamond Gang leather jacket yet.

Right now he's in his glasses, a light yellow sweater with the cutest little sweater paws

He sees a bat left behind by the Pledis baseball team and he goes up to Neo and confronts them

He sees Johnny, Taeil and Yuta turn around and he gets a closer view of the situation

It's Dino... protecting Y/N... after she said she wouldn't sleep with Johnny

At this point, Wonwoo sees red and he starts swinging

The 3 memebrs of Neo seeing this haul ass back to S.M. Academy, but not before Yuta warns Wonwoo that Y/N is just a troubled slut in a poodle skirt

Dino helps calm down Wonwoo and they both help Y/N

Y/N is kind enough to let both of them come to her house, seeing as her parents aren't home, for some tea and so she can wrap up Dino's wounds

Wonwoo texts Seungcheol to let him know what just went down and Seungcheol texts him to stay at Y/N's, let Dino rest and don't let Y/N out of his sight

Tbh this takes place in one of those future of the pasts, like it's 1950s styled... but it takes place in the present

Anywho, all three finally get home and Wonwoo and Y/N patch Dino up and after a little bit, he decides to take a nap because as we all know, getting the shit beaten out of you hurts a lot and may or may not take a lot of energy out of you.

Wonwoo starts to douse off and he doesn't even notice that Y/N left the room until his phone buzzed and he got a text from an unknown number saying Y/N looks really good standing on her balcony right now, with a photo attachment of Y/N looking like a goddess out to the fading skyline

Wonwoo immediately shoots up from the couch, calling for Y/N

He sees her chilling on the balcony, swaying with her cat, Mochi, to some Michael Buble

He's just hypnotized... like he's not one to fall in love at first sight, so he'll call this love in the first 4 hours of knowing you

He finally speaks up, making sure you're okay after what happened

Putting Mochi down, you say you're fine, just a little shaken up

Wonwoo and you are quiet for a little bit, until he finally asks why Yuta called you what he did

You tell him about him the story of your father and mother. Your mom was a Greaser and your dad was a Soc

Within the first year of your life, your mom left with your dad's best friend, who was also a Greaser

Using the excuse she needed more freedom and adventure and that's exactly your dad's friend could provide

When you turned 16, your dad was super protective of you, but you decided to act out like your mother

You got wrapped up in the wrong group, you hung out with Neo and your first love was Yuta, as you were his. You gave your virginity to him, he gave his to you

After that happened, he started to act distant and become more of the Danny Zuko type of Greaser, flirted with everyone, tried to get into everyone's pants, he literally didn't give a fuck anymore

Turns out, while he originally did love you, he just kinda stopped, but he still cared about you... so instead of just ending it, he just led you on and continued to let you believe that he was in love with you1a

After that night when you both lose your virginities, he started to ghost you and you saw him less and less and even thought it was never offical, it was unofficially offical.

So to cope with your heartbreak, you ended up throwing yourself into studying and this is when you met Dino

Yuta didn't like that you were talking with another guy even if it's someone like Dino who you saw as a brother.

Yuta was pissed so he started to spread a rumor about the reason y'all broke up was because you were sleeping with everyone at all of the schools around Masonridge

Yugyeom from JYP Prep, Hyuk from Jellyfish School of Music, and 4 of the other members of Neo were just a fraction of the names that were thrown around. All of them denied it except the Neo members of course

Your father was pissed and while you apologized about treating him the way you did, he didn't fault you because you realize what you were doing

Wonwoo, sensing your tears and against his better judgement, immediately hugged you and held you while you cried

While this was happening, your father came down and saw Dino on the couch, curled up like a cat, using his Diamond Gang jacket as a pillow and Mochi's favorite blanket to cover himself

Knowing Dino, he didn't question this , but still your father goes looking for you and finds you asleep on the bench, while Wonwoo is pacing, trying to stop himself from destroying Yuta

Your dad speaks up asking who he is

Wonwoo introduces himself as one of Dino's friends

Turns out your dad knows exactly who he is because you talked about the tall cute brooding guy who sits in the corner of the library and you're too scared to ask him to move so you could get a book you needed for class

Wonwoo blushes at the fact that you told your father you think he's cute

Your dad shakes you awake because he doesn't want you to fall asleep on the bench when it looks like a storm is coming oh if he only knew

Dino and Wonwoo are offered to stay for dinner and they won't turn down free food like ever

While your dad and Dino are setting up the table, you and Wonwoo are cutting the vegetables and doing the prep

Wonwoo keeps taking peeks at you wondering if you still thinks he's cute or if you don't even like guys anymore or has your shirt always been unbuttoned to the 3rd button and are you getting hot because he is and are yo-

In the middle of thinking, he slices his finger and Nurse Y/N is needed one again hmm... nurse Y/N with Patient!Member? 😏 but what kind of patient is the question

You bring him to the guest room because your dad is very queasy when it comes to blood it makes that time of the month SO MUCH FUN

Wonwoo is sitting on the guest bed while you're cleaning the wound and wrapping his index and middle finger together and Wonwoo just can't stop thinking about how cute you look so focused

You put the final touches on and before you get up to the first aid kit away, Wonwoo sees his chance and kisses you

At first you were confused but then you melted into it

He tasted like coffee and mint and your lips had a light tinge of strawberries

He didn't want to scare you or your dad or Dino. So, he just kept his hands down by his side

Much to his shock, you decided to straddle him and kiss him a bit harder

Wonwoo was in a state of pure bliss until Dino knocked on the door causing you to stand straight up and Wonwoo to fall back in disbelief

Dino, totally oblivious to what was happening beforehand, cheerfully told yall it was time for dinner

Cue the most awkward dinner for Wonwoo, sitting there thinking about the kiss and all of his feelings because he's been thrown for a tailspin in the past month between becoming a member of the Diamond Gang and falling in love after 4 hours with a Soc

Seungcheol finally comes to pick the two after dinner and he thanks you for helping, even shaking your father's hand

You asked your father why he was so chill with the Greasers in his house. Not only Greasers, the notorious Diamond Gang

He said that in his years of being a cop, he noticed that the Diamond Gang hasn't done anything wrong except for drag racing

Other than that, they're just a group of guys who found the real home in each other and anyone who hangs out with Dino is a good kid

And he already likes Wonwoo miles ahead of Yuta

The next day, Yuta confronts you about being with Wonwoo, saying what does Wonwoo have that he doesn't?

You started to list everything about Wonwoo, even the little things about him, that made Yuta furious because you never talked about him like that

Yuta challenged Wonwoo through you, you could say

Yuta tried to pull that whole if he's so good why won't he race me bullcrap and before he could say the last word, Wonwoo accepted

Yuta marched away and you looked at Wonwoo like what the hell

Wonwoo gets up all this courage and says that he knows that he can and will win if you're there with him, cheering alongside the Diamond Gang

You told Wonwoo that Yuta plays very dirty and he's not one to be taken lightly

You smack his arm but also tell him that you'll be there with Nayoung and Roa

The day comes and you couldn't be anymore nervous, you kept thinking what if Yuta does something drastic to hurt Wonwoo and holy shit you've felt this way about one other guy and that was Yuta and you don't like this feeling but you like Wonwoo and has Wonwoo always had that nice of a chest in a white t-shirt?

Nayoung shook you off of your thoughts as the guys got in their cars, Yuta shooting you a wink and Wonwoo blowing you a kiss you know that snarky kiss Xiumin did? with the two fingers? Yea it's like that just with more love instead of snark

Xiyeon stated the rules... there was no rules... and started the countdown

3.... Wonwoo looks at you, 2..... he mouths I love you, 1..... he hits the gas pedal

Both taking off like a rocket, Wonwoo was behind for a good chunk of the race

The turn was coming up and Yuta has going well over 70 while Wonwoo was going to drift

Yuta takes the corner....

But he takes it too wide and crashes

Wonwoo stops, just lead foot on the brake and he unbuckles and runs to Yuta's car

He's shouting and trying to get a response from Yuta, anything, a groan, shout of pain, something

#jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #seventeen headcanons #wonwoo headcanons #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen #seventeen au #sleepy sloth #my writings

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frederator-studios · 7 years ago

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Meet Ryan North, Writer on Bravest Warriors

And lots of other stuff too: you probably know Ryan from his writing on the Adventure Time and Unbeatable Squirrel Girl comic book series. He’s also the mind behind the iconic Dinosaur Comics, in which clip art T-Rex, Utahraptor and Dromiceiomimus philosophize on the tri-weekly. He may be the biggest comics star out there who doesn’t draw!? Regardless, I’d like to see a challenger face off against him; he is, apparently, very tall. I caught up with Ryan just as he was in the midst of ECCC 2018:

When did you know you wanted to be a writer, or did it just kind of happen?

There was no "sit straight up in bed at midnight, suddenly wide awake, and whisper 'I want to be a writer'" moment, if that's what you're wondering! But it's always been something I enjoyed. I went to school for computer science (and have a masters in computational linguistics) but when I graduated I had the choice to a) get a real job, or b) be a writer, and all I had to do to become a writer was fail to get a real job. And it turns out it's really easy to not get a job!

Having studied computer science, you created tech for webcomic authors - how did those projects come about? What other ways have your programming skillz intersected with your creative career?

That's true! The thought process was basically, "There is a service that does not exist, so I guess I'll have to write it.” There were a couple: RSSPECT for rss feed generation (remember RSS? I MISS IT), and Project Wonderful for advertising that doesn't suck. That continues on to this very day! And of course when it came to writing Squirrel Girl for Marvel, I made her a computer science student too, so there's the intersection.

So if you don’t draw, what motivated you to get into comics - were you just that big a fan?

I was more of a fan in abstract, really - I couldn't get comics growing up, and this was before the internet. But then when I got a job as an undergrad, I took my first paycheque and walked into a comic shoppe and just started buying things at random, and loved them all, so it was nice that my theoretical interest in comics was actually real. I started Dinosaur Comics - my fixed art webcomic - in my last year of undergrad.

Did you discover the dinosaur artwork for Dinosaur Comics - or did they find you?

Some would argue, quite convincingly, that they are a universal constant, and can never be either created or destroyed.

What do you consider your finest accomplishment?

I would like to go to two places: Antarctica and space. I sell plush T-Rexes from Dinosaur Comics at topatoco.com/qwantz, and some AMAZING READERS brought him to both the South Pole, and the edge of space. It is a weird feeling to be jealous of a fictional character you created, but it's a good one. And I'm gonna take all the credit for T-Rex's accomplishments here, even though I had nothing to do with them.

What can you tell us about your writing process? What would you recommend to young writers trying to get disciplined/motivated?

Figure out where and how you work. You have to be honest with yourself. For example, I know that I work best in the morning, and I rarely do good work after 5pm. So I get up at 7am and I write until it's 5pm, and then I stop. I also know that I work best alone, so I don't go to coffee shops or hang out with friends to write. If I'm working, I'm alone. Knowing this lets me set up the circumstances that help me get work done. It's more fun to hang out with friends, but at least this way when I do it I know it's hanging out, so I don't try to work during it, and I can enjoy it for what it is instead of feeling guilty about not working.

Does it work pretty smoothly, writing comics like Squirrel Girl and Adventure Time and having them illustrated by other (super talented) folks?

I've been really lucky, I think, in always collaborating with amazing people. Braden Lamb and Shelli Paroline were my partners on Adventure Time, and we just clicked as a team and we're still great friends, years after the book ended. We even made our own comic together: The Midas Flesh, published by Boom! BOX - it's about King Midas in space. And with Squirrel Girl it's the same - Erica (Henderson) and I get along great and my favourite thing is getting back art from her - or any artist - because you get to see your words and scenes transformed into pictures that are even better than you imagined.

What are your thoughts about writing branching narratives / "make your own story" books - are they the Future? What are the biggest challenges, and what have you been most proud of in that area?

I mean, I like them! I like how they capture a lot of the semantics of gaming in a different medium. The challenge is keeping track of state: in a game you can pick up a sword or not pick up a sword, and that's easy: just set a variable. In a book you need to have a choice to pick up that sword, and then every option after that choice has to be duplicated, or else you lose track of whether they picked up the sword or not. There are ways to get around this but most of them involve cheating in some way (ie: just asking the reader if they have the sword, to which they will always say, "Oh yes absolutely, I just love swords especially now that I know they're useful.” So it's always something to keep in mind.

I guess the most impressive thing we had happen was the Kickstarter for To Be or Not To Be: my chooseable-path version of Hamlet. We raised over $580,000 (for a book!), which was the most-funded publishing project on Kickstarter at the time. That was a crazy book.

How did you come to write for Bravest Warriors?

I was already a fan of the show (having come in after the first season) so it was a matter of saying yes when I was asked if I was interested! I WAS.

What are your favorite things about Beth, Danny, Wallow and Chris?

For me it's the teamwork: these are people who mess up - and save - the universe on the regular. Also, I love competent characters, and Beth is clearly the most competent character of the bunch. BETH4EVER.

What's your favorite thing about Bravest Warriors in general?

The series is set both in the future AND in space, which are my favourite time periods / general locales to be in. It opens things up to basically any kind of story you can imagine, which is terrific. No idea is too out-there for the Bravest Warriors, which is super fun for a writer, and hopefully super-fun to watch too! In my first episode (RoboChris) I got to invent an evil robot Chris, and everyone said "Okay, awesome, let's absolutely go with that”.

If you had to describe your writing style in a few words, how would you?

Enthusiastic! And also maybe a little teeny eensie bit wordy.

What are your favorite cartoons, and the biggest inspirations of your work?

I grew up on The Real Ghostbusters, and I loved that that show wasn't afraid to tackle big ideas in what was supposed to be just a tie-in show for a goofy movie (SORRY BUT GHOSTBUSTERS IS GOOFY). It's a lesson I try to take with me: you don't need to talk down to kids, teens, anyone: they're smart, and they'll pick up what you're laying down. Plus that show had Slimer, which I will argue RIGHT NOW is the original Catbug. The longer I get into answering this question the more parallels I see!

Would you ever want to make your own cartoon?

OBVIOUSLY, THAT WOULD BE AMAZING.

(Slimer. Anyone want to draw him and Catbug as best pals?!)

Which 5 books / comics / movies / seasons of TV would you have on a desert island - a desert island with a functional entertainment center?

1. Babylon 5 (all 5 seasons, though we all know you only really need seasons 1-4 and then the “Sleeping in Light” finale in Season 5)

2. A complete print-out of Wikipedia, bound as a book in order to satisfy the requirements of this question.

3. Star Trek TNG (all 7 seasons, thank you)

4. A complete run of Action Comics (because that's gotta keep me busy for a while)

and let's say for the last one...

5... the Bravest Warriors comics by my good friend Joey Comeau (THEY ARE AWESOME AND SO IS HE).

Are you living the dream? Cause it kinda seems like you're living the dream?

I'm 2m tall and I've got my own dog and I've only gotten trapped in a hole once! THAT IS THE VERY DEFINITION OF LIVING THE DREAM.

Thanks for the interview Ryan! Best of luck in all current and future projects. We look forward to seeing more of the work you do and the holes you get yourself out of.

- Cooper

#The Frederator Interview #Ryan North #Frederator #writers on tumblr #comics #dinosaur comics #adventure time #bravest warriors #squirrel girl #marvel #webcomic #computer science #cartoon hangover #frederator studios #canadian artists #Canadian animation

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allmyloveavery · 7 years ago

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3 AM ~ D.S.

A/N: I lowkey had a moment of weakness for the Daniel lane while writing this. Anyway, I wrote this last night at like 1 am and I hope you guys like this. Hugeeee thank you to my babe Viki ( @nightsspentthinking ) for proofreading this, you’re the real mvp ily Vik.

REQUESTED? No, I just felt like writing some fluff

SUMMARY: You move to the other side of the country and are hoping for a fresh start and new people. Turns out that’s exactly what you find when you meet the boy next door

As your mom drives on the freeway, for what seems like hours you hum along to the songs in your playlist while following the raindrops on the window. She finally pulls up to your driveway and you go to grab your last few bags from the backseat. Your mom traveled a lot for her work and once again they asked her to take over an office on the other side of the country. You’d been to the house a few times before to help your mom out with furniture and already bring some things over, but today you finally brought the last of your stuff to the house. In a way you were kind of excited this time around, you were ready for a fresh start and new people. When you and your mom came to see the house for the first time you briefly met your neighbor. You remember him introducing himself as Daniel. He seemed really nice and he came to bring you and your mom a cake his mom baked, he said it was this thing she did whenever new people moved into the neighborhood, sort of like a welcome gift.

A few weeks went by and even though you lived next to him, you only saw him in the morning when you went to your car to leave for class. You guys would always shyly wave and greet each other. But that would change soon enough you just didn’t know it yet.

It was about almost 3 am and you were just listening to some music in your room while trying to write an essay for your psychology class. You started to get tired around 1 am so you’d already had about 3 cups of coffee to stay awake and finish it. “Ugh” you say as you delete the last paragraph you wrote. Suddenly you hear a knock on your window. You get up from your chair to investigate the window. Your curtain had been open just a little and you peeked through the small crack before opening the rest of the curtain. You’re surprised when you see Daniel squatting in front of your bedroom window and raise your eyebrow at him before opening the window. “Before you ask I’m aware it’s 3 in the morning but, I lost my cat.” You can’t help but chuckle at his comment. “So, you knocked on my window at 3 in the morning because you lost your cat?” “Yes, well actually no, it’s not my cat I’m cat-sitting for a friend but I need you to help me find it.”

“Why me?” He looked at you and thought about it for a second. “Well, doesn’t this qualify as one of those spontaneous midnight things you do with the girl next door?” You both chuckle and you eventually give in to help him find the cat. “Alright I’ll help you, what does it look like?” Daniel smiles, beaming with excitement as you agree to help him. “It’s a white Persian cat, he’s kind of chubby and looks angry at all times like he’s plotting a murder.“ You giggle because of Daniels description. “Okay, let’s go find your killer cat then.” You follow Daniel through your window to go outside. “So what’s the plan Danny boy?” “Really? Danny boy? You could’ve picked anything and you went with that?.” He shakes his head while chuckling. “If you get to call me ‘the girl next door’ I get to give you a nickname too.” He sighs and pulls a face. “Alright, Danny boy it is then.”

“That’s him!” Daniel exclaims pointing at a white ball of fur. After staying out for about 2 hours looking for the cat and joking around with Daniel, you finally found him 2 blocks away from yours, napping on someone’s front porch. “Well, what are you waiting for, go grab him.” As Daniel walked up the porch quietly to try and grab the cat, you stood on the road watching him with a smile on your face. This boy was something else and you had to admit it intrigued you. Daniel walked back to you with the cat in his arms and proudly said: “I caught him.” You couldn’t help but smile and took a quick picture of him with the cat. “What was that for?” he asked in amusement. “Just to remember you by.” You answered with a smirk. “Danny boy, the guy next door that comes knocking on your window at 3 in the morning on a school night, to ask for help finding a cat.” Daniel smiled and answered: “That will be my legacy.” He took out his phone as you were laughing at his comment and took a picture. You asked him the same question he had asked you and the blue-eyed boy looked you straight in the eyes. “To remember that I can always count on the cute girl next door that has a beautiful smile.” You couldn’t help but blush and look away after quickly whispering a ‘thank you’.

It was around 6 AM by the time you and Daniel had made it back to your street. Daniel had insisted on climbing up to your window with you to make sure you got inside safely. After you’d agreed and got inside, he sat down in your window. “I had a lot of fun.” he said while looking at you intently. “me too” you answered and paused for a second before continuing. “You’re the only person I would follow outside at 3 in the morning to go search for a cat.” Daniel smirked while scratching the back of his neck. “We should do this more often, it can be our thing.” You thought about it for a second and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.” After saying your goodbyes and giving him a hug, he looked back while getting out through the window and said: “Sweet dreams, Y/N”. “So you do know my name!” you had answered him before shooting him a radiant smile. “Of course I do, how can I forget the name of the pretty girl next door?” That’s the last he said before climbing down again and you thank god that he didn’t see you blush at his comment again.

After that night Daniel would come knocking on your window in the middle of the night every so often. He’d use anything as an excuse to come over and see you and tonight was no different. Once again you were up late working on a paper for one of your classes when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around ready to fight someone only to see Daniel standing in front of you. “Woah easy there Y/N, it’s just me.” He said before bursting out in laughter. “Would you stop coming in through the window, it scares the hell out of me every time! I told you to knock, and not just waltz in.” He chuckled “I know, I’m sorry, but your reaction is just so priceless every time.” “One day I will end up actually hitting you and it won’t be so funny anymore Danny boy.” He scoffed jokingly and swung his arm over your shoulder. “You wouldn’t hurt a fly, let’s be real.” “Hey” you whined at him “I don’t need the confirmation, Daniel.” You messed up his hair before asking what he wanted to do this time.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go outside and stargaze for a little, I couldn’t sleep and I sat on the roof for a little and saw the light in your room was still on, so I thought I’d come over and ask if you wanted to join me.” You had always been a big fan of stargazing and excitedly exclaimed ‘yes’ before grabbing his hand and dragging him outside. You and Daniel sat on your roof for about an hour talking about all different kinds of things with a nice cup of coffee to stay warm. Daniel had brought a thermos filled with coffee because he knew you’d eventually need it. It was pretty chilly tonight and you hadn’t bothered to change out of your top and shorts to go outside. Daniel saw you shiver from the corner of his eye. “Are you cold?” he asked a little worried about you. “Just a little, I’ll go grab a jacket in a second.” He took off the sweatshirt he was wearing and gave it to you “nonsense, you can wear my sweatshirt.” You gladly took it and thanked him with a hug. “You look cute” he blurted out looking at you while biting his lip. You covered half of your face with the big sleeves of Daniels sweatshirt so he couldn’t see you smile. “I know you’re blushing Y/N, it’s no use to try and hide it.” He gently took your hands away from your face and looked at your face in the moonlight. He brushed his thumb over your cheek while staring into your eyes. “Do you want to kiss as badly as I do right now?” he asked while shifting his gaze to your lips. “yes” is all you said and with that, your lips connected.

After the gentle kiss Daniel grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of you blushing and smiling. It had become a habit to snap a quick picture by the end of the night, to remember your little spontaneous adventures. Even though you would always take these pictures you would still ask each other what you wanted to remember this night by. “What memory is going to go with that picture?” you asked him curiously. “It’s the night I kissed the beautiful girl next door and asked her to be my girlfriend.” You blushed even harder after hearing those words but end up grabbing your phone to snap a picture as well. “To me, it’ll be the night the cute boy next door finally kissed me and I said yes to being his girlfriend.” He gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead and you laid your head on his shoulder to continue stargazing.

#daniel seavey #daniel seavey imagine #why don't we #why don't we music #why don't we band #why don't we boys #why don't we imagines #daniel seavey fluff #corbyn besson #jack avery #zach herron #jonah marais #daniel james seavey #daniel seavey x reader #daniel seavey fanfiction #my imagines

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bruceedickinson · 7 years ago

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Do them all if you're as bored as me lol

1. Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?Not in the way I did when I was an insecure teenager; I’m actually quite happy being single (even if I do have off days but doesn’t everyone?) but I would never turn down a relationship with someone I liked and who liked me

2. When did your last hug take place?Friday when I got home from Oklahoma

3. Are you a jealous person?I once was, can’t be bothered nowadays

4. Are you tired right now?A little bit

5. Do you chew on your straws?No

6. Have you ever been called a tease?I don’t think I have

7. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?The longest I’ve ever been awake is 34 hours give or take

8. Do you cry easily?Depends

9. What should you be doing right now?Sending Priest videos from Tulsa to my friend

10. Are you a heavy sleeper?Yes

11. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?With the right person yes

12. Are you mad at someone right now?Nah

13. Do you believe in love?Yes

14. What makes you laugh no matter what?Dorky ass NWoBHM bands, Always Sunny, Futurama, any iconic vine really

15. Who was the last person you talked to?My boi Nat

16. Do you get butterflies around the person you like?YES

17. Will you get married?I hope to someday

18. When was the last time you smiled?An hour ago I wanna say

19. Does anyone like you?Yep

20. Do you secretly like someone?No

21. Who was the first person you talked to today?Either Danni or Nat, can’t remember

22. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?My squad

23. What are you NOT looking forward to?Adulting in general I guess

24. What ARE you looking forward to?Seeing my first headlining Ghost show this weekend

25. Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you and meant it?Family, yes

26. Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do?I have no exes

27. Do you plan on moving out within the next year?I moved out over a year and a half ago so no need to now

28. Are you a forgiving person?Yes

29. How many TRUE friends do you have?A handful ❤️

30. Do you fall for people easily?Regular people: noBand members who dote on me: yes

31. Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend?See answer to #26

32. What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?Orange juice

33. Who was the last person you drove with?My brother

34. How late did you stay up last night and why?Like 2am lmao I crashed for a couple hours when I got home from work, and then I stanned over Saxon all evening and I couldn’t fall asleep until I bought Biff’s autobiography and sent pics from Tulsa to my friend

35. If you could move somewhere else, would you?Sure, why not?

36. Who was the last person you took a picture of?Myself, my friend and Richie Faulkner

37. Can you live a day without TV?I haven’t watched legit TV in like a decade so yea

38. When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?Probably when Jess and I weren’t able to meet any of Priest in Phoenix bc we ran out of time (we did meet David Ellefson tho so it wasn’t a complete loss)

39. Three names you go by…Suzanne, Suzie, Suz (last one is really only used by a couple of my sisters)

40. Are you currently in a relationship?Nope

41. What is your all-time favorite romance movie?Don’t have a clue my guy

42. Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?Yes, but I also believe everyone has several people they are compatible with

43. What’s your current problem?Not having any Maiden/Priest/Saxon dates to look forward to

44. Have you ever had your heart broken?Yes, by bands

45. Your thoughts on long distance relationships?They’re just like regular ones tbh, sure both parties might have to put more effort into them but they can be done

46. How many kids do you want to have?Two

47. Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?Yes

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Hey!!! 😇 I have read like all fics on your coming out tag page, when you have time can you update them? Today It's my one year anniversary of coming out!!! ☺️☺️☺️ -B

Happy Belated Anniversary! Sorry it’s a little late but we’re so happy we could celebrate with you! Here’s the tag for everyone else. - Anastasia

Taking Bets by S_Horne

(1/1 I 406 I General I Sterek)

“Dad, Mel” Stiles started. “I'm gay.”

With a sudden boost of confidence, Stiles reached a hand out to take a hold of one of Derek's.

“And this is my Derek” he continued, turning his face to meet the other’s gaze.

Stiles has a confession for his parents, and they have one for him!

Dream a Little Dream of Me by 42hrb

(1/1 I 830 I Teen I Stanny)

Coach pairs Stiles and Danny in a hotel for a lacrosse trip, it turns out they have some stuff to talk about.

About Damn Time by fancyachatup

(1/1 I 903 I General I Sterek)

It's essentially Teen Wolf, except that there are such things as soulmates.

Deal? by fancyachatup

(1/1 I 921 I General I Sterek)

Only Peter is evil and it's for like 1 sentence. +Basically Sheriff answers a domestic violence call and Stiles hits on Derek while simultaneously coming out.

The Person He Loved In So Many Different Ways by QueenofCrazy

(1/1 I 1,136 I Not Rated I Sciles)

“Bro.” He whispered, hands gripping his knees and fingers tapping. “Bro you uh, you left your porn up on your laptop that I borrowed for my presentation.” Scott felt his face heat up. He knew what porn Stiles was talking about, how could he be so stupid not to check it before giving it to Stiles.

Sourwolves Do it Better by siao

(1/? I 1,406 I Explicit I Sterek)

In another time, in another place, but not exactly as the story still occurs in the much beloved town of Beacon Hills, Stiles Stilinski is a quirky (kind way of saying a walking disaster) teenager just trying to figure out his life in the wake of his parents uncommunicated separation, and being the perpetual third-wheel to his power couple friends Lydia and Jackson that makes him question if their friends because they happened to have playdates in the e-old age or because their parents gave them no choice but to be friends.

And yeah, maybe having sex with a complete stranger in the supply closet at school wasn't his brightest idea - sue him, but how was he supposed to know that his one time fling that he wanks since forth was his English teacher?

Throw in teenage werewolves, alphas, hunters and some kind of demon tree that may or may not be trying to seduce him into being evil and what you got is a whirlwind romance that's not quite legal but profound all the same.

Two Hearts in One Home by TheMipstaz

(1/1 I 1,851 I Explicit I Malia/Kira)

In which Kira bakes 11 pies.

Silver and Cold by inatshej

(1/1 I 2,044 I Mature I Steter)

Stiles admits to himself finally that it is cold, quiet and lonely. It didn't change when he met Peter, but at least he could forget about it. Somehow the thing with Peter ends up hurting him even more.

And The Oscar Goes To by 42hrb

(1/1 I 2,241 I Teen I Sterek)

Being publicly in the closet means Stiles can't go to the Academy Awards with who he really wants, but it's not like he's going to win so he doesn't have to worry about slipping up and thanking Derek in his speech... right?

Outed by smokesforsterek

(1/1 I 2,419 I General I Sterek)

Nancy O’Dell was standing on her chic set but in the background on one of the set pieces was a obviously zoomed in and blurry picture of Derek and Stiles kissing on the beach.Fuck.

or the one where Derek and Stiles are famous and secretly dating, and are caught. So naturally the only thing to do is pretend they're making a movie.

Heavy Is The Head by tragicama

(1/? I 2,574 I Explicit I Sterek)

Heir Prince of France, Derek Hale is tired of his royal life.

When he meets a palace servant named Stiles, everything changes.

Or, the one where Derek falls in love with his own Prince Charming.

Awake by reillyblack

(1/1 I 3,441 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles was too goddamn old for a sexual awakening.

Never Been Subtle by totallyrandom

(2/2 I 3,886 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has something important to tell Scott, but Scott’s not making it easy.

Green Beer and the Howling Wolf by TVTime

(1/1 I 4,152 I Teen I Stisaac)

Stiles, Isaac, and Scott go out drinking for St. Patrick’s Day and Stiles discovers that his hopeless crush on Isaac may not be as hopeless as he thought.

Stiles-centric/Stiles POV, dialogue-heavy college AU story with no powers. Primarily humor with some fluff and Stisaac romance. Alternate character histories. Isaac is Scott's adopted brother.****Stiles held his arms out and turned around in a circle. “I look okay right?”

Scott’s face lit with understanding. “Ah, someone wants to get lucky on St. Paddy’s Day.”

Stiles didn’t deny it, just changed the subject – well, technically he didn’t change the subject, but Scott would think it was a change of subject. “So when’s Isaac getting here?”

Trust by live_laugh_murder

(1/1 I 4,436 I Teen I Steo)

Stiles always knew Theo Raeken couldn't be trusted. But he seems to forget that when the werewolf gets under his skin.

Out in the Open by inmydreams

(1/1 I 5,188 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek Hale, successful actor and Oscar winner, is ready to come out and where better to do it than on his boyfriend's chat show?

Indecent Proposal by lavieboheme0919

(1/1 I 5,432 I Explicit I Stetoper)

Peter and Chris have been married since they were in their twenties. Stiles is introduced to the mix after Peter meets him in the showers at the on-campus gym. All of them love the relationship they're in. Unfortunately none of them know how to explain said relationship to Stiles' dad.

This is the first of a series I'll be working on as I work on my other story, "Gods and Monsters." This one will be heavily focused on sex. If I missed any tags, please let me know. As always, comments welcome and encouraged!

Aparecium by GameCake

(1/1 I 5,446 I Teen I Sterek)

“Hey, Derek, look! Aquamenti!” Stiles yelled laughing.

His laugh though was short-lived as his hand tickled the same time as water shot out of the tip of his fake wand?

What?

“Whatever you did, wherever you found it, put it back!” Derek ordered flashing his alpha crimson eyes.

“Do you really think it is a good idea to leave it here unattended? What if a kid takes it? What if someone said ‘Avada Kedavra’” Stiles defended as he flayed his arms around.

That proved to be another bad choice. His hand buzzed again and lightning escaped the wand and stuck an innocent tree. Which immediately cracked and started decaying to the point that it looked sick and… well… dead.

There were a few bits of silence after that until Derek spoke up. “That’s it! Put it back now.”

Or the one where Stiles finds a wand that responds to Harry Potter spells, is apparently a mage and gets a boyfriend out of it.

Don't hate me for who I am by AnnSnape

(2/6 I 5,649 I Mature I Sterek)

It was Christmas when Stiles pack rejected him for being different and Stiles, who turned for the first time, had to run away from his own pack to survive.

Closeted by stilinski_wolf

(2/2 I 7,483 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek is part of a very rich, very conservative - and very homophobic - family, and so he has to hide who he truly is from them.

And then, Derek takes a liking to the new bartender working at the gay bar he frequents, and contemplates coming out to his family.

But his choice is taken out of his hands when his sister Cora follows him one night to the gay bar, changing Derek's life irrevocably.

wolf in the headlights by thedeathlyalpha

(1/1 I 7,581 I Teen I Scisaac)

When Scott finds out that Derek has added a member to the pack, he can't believe it.

When he discovers who it is, even worse.

As Scott becomes closer to Isaac, feelings develop and the lines blur, making everything just seem so confused.

Getting To Know Me Getting To Know You by alternativename

(3/? I 9,477 I Mature I Steter)

In an Omega verse where Stiles has never really felt comfortable in his own skin, he seeks out the company of other Omegas to help him make sense of the world they live in.

Meeting Peter Hale however was totally unplanned, and so was everything that happened from the moment they met.

And...Action! by defenselesswriter

(5/? I 9,632 I Explicit I Sterek)

"Not looking for casual hookups. Sorry, bro. Most codependent independent person you will ever meet. Part-time actor, full-time asshole who coincidentally preaches positivity. Worst bowler in the world after my best friend. Looking for a guy whose first thought isn’t ‘Can I put my dick in one of his orifices?’ Also super hella bi and might be down for a threesome.”

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes by huffleluff

(1/1 I 21,866 I Teen I Allydia)

If you had asked Allison Argent if she was straight two months ago, she would have said yes. Now, she isn't so sure.

On her eighteen birthday, she receives the name of her soul mate via a mark on her wrist: seventeen year old Lydia Martin. Her sense of identity suddenly gone, Allison must deal with her feelings for her best friend, her preacher father's homophobia, and learning to love herself for who she truly is--preferably before Lydia's eighteenth birthday in just one year's time.

There's Nothing That I Wouldn't Do (I Found My Way Back To You) by SuperMARVELous

(5/5 I 51,051 I Mature I Sterek)

Four times Derek and Stiles pass each other by and the one time they find their way back to each other.

The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_Knope

(12/12 I 83,974 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

Building a Better Chimera: Part Two by Uthizaar

(21/21 I 200,638 I Explicit I Steo I MCD)

Theo returns to Beacon Hills with the task of guiding and protecting Stiles as he becomes one of the most powerful chimeras alive...Well that was the Dread Doctor's plan. Theo has a different idea, and Stiles fits nicely into it, not merely as a fellow chimera, but as something more. Of course, Stiles not being aware of his abilities is but one small obstacle...

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