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dharma-divine · 3 years ago

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Off Limits (Series?)

Part One

Welcome to my debut writing project! I wasn't planning for this to be a series when I started, but it definitely has the potential to be at least a few parts. Let me know if you guys would like more, and if you want to be added to the taglist! :)

Pairing: Sam x (Female) Reader

Summary: Working at a golf course, you struggle to keep the harmony between you and a vexing coworker, until a turn of events leads you to an unexpected friendship (or maybe something more?).

WARNINGS: Harassment/groping from creepy old men!!! Not too vulgar, but it leaves the reader feeling helpless and fearful so it definitely may be triggering to some. Also cursing, cigarette smoking, and the mentioning of drug use.

Shoutout @garbagevanfleet for helping me! <3

The afternoon sun shines bright as you pull into the golf course, the parking lot bustling with carts and guests with their clubs in tow. It’s expected to be busy today, the tee times almost completely booked the last time you had looked at the schedule. You check yourself in your rearview mirror, putting on a fresh coat of lip balm and a spritz of perfume, before stepping out of your car and into the heat.

Once inside, you realize that the clubhouse is even more packed than the parking lot, and you do a quick turn down a hallway and into the office before you have a chance to get stopped by any guests asking about cart rentals or where to order beer. The office is a quiet relief from the main lobby, and there you find Danny sitting at his desk, sporting his usual golf attire with his curly, long hair half tied up. He’s facing away from you, but you can tell that he is intently focused as he scrolls though an email that’s pulled up on the computer in front of him, the mouse clicking beneath his fingertips.

Danny is the sales manager at the course, and you can tell that he really loves his job. He’s always eager to show any newcomers around, and everyone there knows and adores him. He has a lively, bright personality that you could never get enough of, and not to mention he’s an excellent golfer. You can catch him hitting balls on the range any time of the day, and he often participates in local tournaments. You aren’t an excellent golfer yourself, but Danny is always down to play a round on his off days with you and teach you any tips and tricks that he can.

“Good afternoon, Daniel,” you chime, and the boy immediately swivels in his chair, possibly a bit startled by your sudden presence, but meets your gaze with a sweet smile.

“Y/N, hello!” he greets. “Ready for today? We’re booked, you should make great tips.”

“Let’s hope so,” you reply, walking to a closet at the far side of the room to retrieve your money bag and tablet.

“Have you seen Sam by chance? I need to ask him about this group that’s coming in at 2…” Danny asks as he continues to face the computer monitor. You tense at the mention of his name. Sam.

You fucking hate Sam. You don’t know why, but ever since Danny hired him on a few months ago, you two do nothing but bicker at each other. You’re normally not the type of person to hate someone, hate is such a strong word and rarely used in your vocabulary, but it really is how you feel about Sam. Anytime you ask him for a favor, usually something painless like getting you a roll of quarters from the register, or his keys to the storage room, Sam acts like it’s the end of the world. He always just rolls his eyes, tossing the requested items at you carelessly. He works in the pro shop, the main store where guests go to check-in and buy their necessary golf gear, which can be anything from clubs, to ball tees, to sportswear. When you question him about a new wedge they are selling, or the price of a shirt, he replies with such an attitude that it makes you feel stupid for even asking. He makes your blood boil, and you hate to admit it but he’d even nearly brought you to tears a few times. You just don’t know why he was so mean to you.

Danny doesn’t understand the dissonance between the two of you either; him and Sam are best friends, they apparently have been since they were little, which isn’t surprising by how they act together. After hours, you can catch them racing carts across the fairway, or using their golf clubs like baseball bats to hit empty beer cans back and forth. You remember how excited Danny was when he first told you that he had hired Sam and how that, in turn, made you excited, because you were sure that any friend of Danny’s was a friend of yours. Oh, how wrong you were.

You also remember the first day Sam came to work, and how the other cart girls giggled and whispered about him in the back of the kitchen because they thought he was cute.

Sure, you can agree that Sam is attractive. He has a tall, slender stature, and long brown hair that he sometimes pulls back into a bun or headband when it’s especially hot out. His hair frames his face nicely, complimenting his high cheekbones and rigid jawline that usually remains clenched, or at least it is whenever you’re around. His eyes are warm and kind when he helps guests, especially when the course hosts children’s lessons and he gives them free stickers, or helps them swing a club for the first time, but they harden to a cold glare whenever he sees you.

You have no idea why you elicit such a cruel response from Sam, but just the mention of his name can ruin your day. You don’t want to let that happen today, though. You really want to start trying to ignore him and his bullshit, since other than putting up with him, you genuinely enjoy this job.

“I haven’t, but I can let him know if I do,” you reply to Danny after a brief pause to reflect on your grievances. You raise your voice a few octaves to disguise your attitude.

“Great, thanks so much!” Danny returns, buying your facade, even though he definitely knows that you’re less than pleased. You sigh, immediately regretting offering to speak to Sam once you did ultimately see him.

You grab your things and say goodbye to Danny before heading outside toward the cart barn across the lot, unsure if you’ll be seeing him for the rest of the busy day.

Once you retrieve your cart and stock it up with plenty of beer, liquor and snacks for the guests, you make your way back to the clubhouse to fill the coolers up with ice. As you’re putting the cart in park, you look up to see a painfully familiar face walking out of the back kitchen door. It’s Sam, a cigarette already dangling from his mouth as he makes his way to the side of the building for his routine smoke break. It’s not long before he notices you as well, his face falling to a dull grimace before he looks back down to light the end of the cigarette.

“Danny needs to ask you about something, he’s in the office,” you inform him as you pass, a cloud of smoke puffing in your face. You waft it away.

“About what?” he asks flatly, another puff escaping his lips.

“Something about a group coming in at 2 o’clock,” you repeat Danny’s words, yanking open the heavy door to the kitchen.

“What the hell does that have to do with me?” he asks, still not sounding too bothered, but the question annoys you nonetheless. You pause before letting the door slam back shut, turning around to face him again.

“I don’t know? Maybe you should see Danny to find out,” you snap back, noticeably irritated.

Sam stares at you for a second, before letting out a defeated sigh. He shakes his head as he drops his barely lit cigarette to the ground and extinguishes it with his shoe. He begins to follow you back inside, and to your surprise, he reaches past you to open the door this time, letting you go first underneath his extended arm. It was quite the considerate act coming from him, and you almost saw it as a subtle apology for being so snappy with you. That couldn’t be though, you thought. He would never.

Sam walks out of the kitchen and presumably to the office as you fill up a few plastic buckets with ice for your cart, his small but kind gesture lingering in your mind for longer than you care to admit.

You make 2 rounds around the course before you have to head back to restock your coolers, the beer and liquor selling even quicker than you had anticipated. You pull into the cart barn and park, rummaging through your things to find the keys to the refrigerator where extra stock was held. As you’re opening the lock, you hear someone pull up beside you.

“Hey there,” a man’s voice calls out.

You turn around to find that it’s Robert, one of the marshals that drive around to monitor the flow of traffic throughout the course. You kindly greet him, even though you are confused as to why he is hanging around the barn during peak business. You don’t know Robert too well, only waving to him on the occasion you passed him on the cart paths, but you knew he was buddies with plenty of the other guys that worked there. He was an older gentleman, probably around 70, which seemed to be about the age of most of the other marshals you had met.

“Makin’ good money?” he asks, and you can’t help but notice him eyeing you a bit too excessively, leaning out of his cart towards you.

You did recall hearing about Robert being a little too friendly with the girls on the course before, but after getting scolded about it by previous management quite a few years ago, you didn’t expect to ever experience it firsthand.

“Yeah, not too bad” you reply, trying to ignore his looks, but your smile falters a bit as you begin to feel uncomfortable.

Your work uniform is by no means risqué: a grey golf shirt with a white skirt, that you admittedly pull up a little higher to show off your legs, but it still fully covered everything it needed to. Even so, the way Robert’s eyes rake you up and down makes you feel like you’re naked. To your dismay, Robert steps out of his cart and closer to you. You hold your breath.

“Your name tag is crooked,” he informs as he approaches you. “Here, I can fix it.”

Before you can decline, he reaches out to adjust the silver rectangle attached to your top. You can feel him pressing against your chest much firmer than necessary, fumbling with the pin on the back of the tag. You’re certain that it wasn’t even crooked to begin with, remembering that you had put it on in the mirror before leaving your apartment earlier. You want to tell him to back away and to stop touching you, but you realize no one else is around you, and you’re scared to do anything to upset him.

Your anxiety and need to please people is one of your least favorite traits about yourself. You obviously know that your personal space should be respected, especially by a man, but after hearing so many horror stories about men lashing out after being scolded or rejected by a woman, you are now terrified by the smallest possibility of causing conflict. This is ironic considering your issues with Sam, conflict proving to be unavoidable despite your utmost efforts with him. But you suppose that Sam not liking you in the first place avoids the possibility of him ever getting angry by your rejection, so you conclude that you don’t have much to worry about with him.

You freeze as the back of Robert’s hand lingers on your chest, and eventually falls to trail down your arm.

“You’re a beautiful girl, you know that?” he whispers, entirely too close to you. You could throw up.

Your heart is racing, and you’re so on edge that you jump when you hear the sound of something heavy smack against the concrete floor back towards the entrance of the barn. You turn around to see Sam standing where the noise sounded, stepping over the case of beer he had just dropped.

“What’s going on?” he asks, looking perturbed as he makes his way towards you and Robert. The question is obviously rhetorical, you can tell he already knew exactly what was happening.

“Hey there Sammy, how are ya?” Robert greets anyway, nervously extending a handshake in an attempt to disregard what he was just doing.

Except Sam doesn’t accept his greeting, and instead shoves his forearm into the man’s chest, making him back against the glass door of the refrigerator. Robert grunts at the impact, immediately putting his hands up in surrender.

“Hey man, I wasn’t doing anything. I was just fixing her name tag,” he pleads, but his excuse sounds less than convincing.

“Don’t touch her,” Sam orders without even considering his explanation, his arm still firmly pressed against him. “You touch her again and I’ll fucking snap your neck, alright?”

Robert frantically nods his head in agreement.

“Say it, tell me you won’t touch her,” Sam demands louder, grabbing Robert by the collar of his shirt and shoving him even harder against the fridge.

“I won’t, I-I promise,” Robert stutters, eyes wide. “Just let go of me, please.”

After a moment Sam does let him go, and the man stumbles back to his cart, slamming his foot on the gas and careening back onto the course without another word.

You’re frozen in the same position that Robert had first touched you in, and you’re sure you look completely bewildered. Your ears are ringing, and your heart is still racing when you turn towards Sam who remains by the fridge to your right, though you’re too scared to look at him just yet.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” he asks after a moment, speaking in the softest and kindest voice he’s ever spoken to you in. You swallow hard.

“I’m okay, I think,” you whisper, finally looking up to meet his gaze. His expression is just as solemn as his voice, his eyes the warm honey you’ve only caught glimpses of before.

Something overcomes all of your senses, and before you even realize what you’re doing, you lunge towards Sam and embrace him, lacing your arms under his and squeezing his slender torso.

You feel him tense up at first, obviously shocked by the sudden contact, but you eventually feel his hands on your back. Your head rests against his chest, and you can hear that his heartbeat is going just as fast as yours. His hands begin to make small circular motions against you, and the comforting gesture eventually causes your eyes to well up with hot tears. You stand there for a moment, quietly sobbing into Sam’s chest. You’re so grateful that he happened to be there, and helped despite his own animosity towards you. You shudder at the thought of what the man might’ve done to you if he hadn’t. You realize after a moment that your tears are beginning to bleed onto Sam’s shirt.

“Fuck, my bad,” you choke out a laugh, lifting yourself from him and doing your best to rub them away.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he insists. “Do you want to go back to the office? I can drive your cart,” he suggests.

You quietly nod in agreement, sniffling as you follow him. You hop into the passengers side as Sam hits the gas to unlock the breaks, and the two of you head back to the clubhouse. The thought of Danny’s impending presence instantly makes you feel better.

“I’m calling HR, and he’s being fired immediately,” Danny states, his reaction to the event being exactly what you had expected. He’s a very calm person, sure to not ever cause a scene, but you recall his sternness when he first told you and the other cart girls about his zero tolerance policy when it came to harassment and any form of sexual misconduct. You knew he would stick to his word, and you are grateful for that.

“Thank you, Danny,” you croak as you sit in one of the office chairs, squeezing the clump of tissues that you had used to clean the streaks of black mascara from your tear soaked face. Your voice is still a little hoarse from crying.

“Of course, and thank you Sam for defending her. I’m sure Y/N could’ve beat his ass herself, but I’m glad you were there to help,” he replies, earning a laugh from the both of you. Judging by your lack of self defense in the situation, you aren’t confident in your ability to beat anyone’s ass anymore, but you still appreciate Danny’s support.

You look over at Sam and he meets your gaze, his expression still soft and genuine. You both exchange polite smiles. This had changed things between the two of you, you thought. You know it did.

“Well,” Danny sighs, finally standing up from his chair. “You guys can go home for the day if you would like, I got you both covered.”

You’re relieved to hear this, unsure of how you would manage going about working the rest of the day with your ruined makeup and killed spirit. All you want is to crawl into bed and sleep this day into a distant memory.

As you’re leaving, you hear Danny call out to Sam.

“Hey, I’ll be over when I’m off later. Jake and Josh want to go out tonight if you want to join,” he offers, exiting the office with him.

“Yeah man, you know I’m always down,” Sam replies cheerfully, the both of them turning the corner back to pro shop. You smile at the thought of what the two of them possibly get into after a few drinks.

After cashing out your tips, you make your way back to your car and you notice that Sam happens to be walking to his also. You think for a moment about whether or not you want to speak to him, to perhaps have a bit of a followup on the past hour the both of you have endured. You are still so surprised by how quick he was to get physical with Robert, and the thought of him doing all of that for you gave you a funny pit in your stomach. You aren’t sure how to feel about him anymore.

“Hey,” you eventually call out, and he turns around. You pause, suddenly a little nervous. “Can we talk?”

“Sure, hop in,” he replies without hesitation, nodding to his front seat. Your heart skips a beat, but you oblige, making your way to the passenger side.

The inside of his car smells like cigarettes and leather. He gets into the driver’s side and turns on the engine, immediately blasting the A/C and plugging in his phone to an aux cord. You get excited when you hear a Clapton song begin to play quietly.

“Thank you for helping me,” you start after settling in, your fingers nervously twiddling in your lap. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there. I was so scared, I was frozen still.” You meet his eyes before he drops his gaze to the steering wheel, giving a small smile.

“Of course, I’m glad I was there to stop him,” he replies. He then pauses for a moment, taking in a long breath. “And I’m sorry.”

“Sam, that wasn’t your fault, he’s just a creepy old-“ you start, but he politely puts up a hand to interject.

“I’m sorry about that too, of course, but that’s not what I meant.” He looks up at you and you can’t really read his expression. Sad? Or maybe nervous, but what could he be nervous about? He always acted so cocky and uptight around you, you had never seen him like this before. But then again, he’s been an entirely different person to you since confronting Robert. His eyebrows furrow slightly before continuing.

“I meant that I’m sorry for being such an asshole to you. I know I’ve given you a hard time since I’ve worked here, and that’s shitty of me. You don’t deserve it.”

You’re shocked by his words. Sam Kiszka, apologizing to you? You can’t believe it, and you’re sure your reaction is readable because Sam lets out a light cackle, another thing you had rarely witnessed him do around you. Your mouth is agape, but no words are coming out.

“Come on now, don’t act so struck. You’re really making me feel like a dick here,” he laughs, and this makes you roll your eyes.

“I mean, yeah, you are a dick to me. Like holy shit, do you know how many times you’ve almost made me cry?” you finally say, which causes Sam to stop laughing.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m sorry,” he responds, his demeanor immediately changing. For some reason, it amuses you.

You shrug before shoving his shoulder playfully.

“I never let you get to me, though. I just wrote you off as being jealous,” you laugh.

“Jealous of what, looking good in a skirt?” he asks, his cheeky smile returning. Your eyebrows raise at his comment.

“You think I look good in my skirt?” you repeat, your heart fluttering.

“Sure you do, my legs could never compare,” he laughs. You feel your cheeks getting hot, the thought of him in a skirt entirely too much.

“Well, you can look all you want, but don’t go touching me like that other bastard,” you warn, though you are obviously joking. You’ve always been the type to use humor as a coping mechanism.

“Oh, I would never,” Sam assures, and you can tell he really means it. “Absolutely fuck that guy.”

“Yeah, fuck him” you agree, sighing as you slump into the seat. Neither of you say anything for a moment.

“Did you ever finish that cigarette?” you eventually ask, lifting your head towards him.

“No actually, Danny never let me get the chance,” he sighs. “And I was going to after running a few beer cases to the coolers for him, but I obviously became preoccupied.” The sound of the large case smacking against the floor earlier echoes back into your mind.

“Well, wanna split one?” you suggest, and his eyes light up.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” he replies, promptly lifting from his seat to pull out the pack from his back pocket.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Kiszka,” you assure him.

“Oh, is that so?” he teases, lighting the cigarette and handing it to you, before opening a window to air out the smoke. You respond with a laugh.

You admittedly only smoke cigarettes when you’re drinking, but with the day you just had, you’re craving a relief. He hands the cigarette to you and you take a long drag, enjoying the slight burning sensation that it makes in your lungs. You also roll down your window, before releasing the smoke into the air.

You both sit quietly in the car for a few minutes as the cigarette begins to dwindle, enjoying each other’s presence for once as the music continues to play. You’re surprised at how similar your music tastes are, the sound of Jimi Hendrix’s weeping guitar sending you into a state of bliss. For a moment you wish the cigarette was a joint, knowing very well that Sam also partook by his cackle laugh and often heavy eyelids, but that obviously would not be smart to do in the parking lot of your workplace. You still can’t believe you’re sitting in his car.

“Hey, would you maybe want to come out with me and Danny tonight?” Sam asks after the song ends, his words once again taking you by utter surprise.

“Really?” you ask, maybe a little too excitedly.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. My brothers will be there too,” he adds, and you recall him and Danny discussing their plans for the night earlier. You had met Josh and Jake a few times when they had joined the other two for golf. You remember them being quite pleasant, though one time Josh nearly sent their cart into a creek after having a few too many tequila shots. You simply can’t pass up the opportunity to witness whatever was about to go down tonight.

“I would love to,” you reply through a blushed smile.

“Great,” Sam seems to mirror your excitement, informing you of the time and place to be. It’s a dive bar conveniently just a few blocks from your place, and you plan to meet them there at 8 o’clock.

Tossing the now dead cigarette butt out of the window, you open the door to Sam’s car.

“Well, thanks for the cig. See you at 8,” you call out, turning around to peer at him through the still open window as you walk away.

“See you,” he calls back, and your heart flutters once more.

You head towards your car across the lot, entranced in thought. You had really gone from hating Sam’s existence, to agreeing to go drinking with him, all in the span of a day. You laugh to yourself at the strange series of events, looking forward to whatever the night had to bring.

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five-rivers · 4 years ago

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Auction

For @skellagirl

“Hey, Jazz,” said Danny, leaning into Jazz’s room, one hand on the doorknob, the other braced against the jamb. “Wanna help me mess with Vlad?”

“Do I?” responded Jazz, pushing her chair back. “What’s the plan?”

“Well,” said Danny, “Vlad left one of his creepy spy bugs in the kitchen again, and I was thinking we could have a loud conversation in front of it about how Mom’s going to that charity bachelor auction.”

Jazz frowned. “But she isn’t. She’s married.”

“Yeah, that’s the point. Vlad’s delusional.”

“Ah, I see,” said Jazz. “Yeah, let’s do it. Should we write a script?”

“Maybe just a backstory. I work better with improv.”

“I’ve seen your fights, Danny. You definitely do not.”

“That’s cold.”

Maddie was not here, and Vlad was going to commit murder. Just a little bit. The victim was already half dead, after all.

His teeth squeaked as he forced himself to smile at the vapid, crowds of rich single women below him. He could not, unfortunately, back out now without losing quite a bit of face. The only consolation he had was that he had already communicated the need to eliminate the wealthier bidders, so that Maddie’s bet would win, to his ghostly servants. If only he could get away from the crowds and duplicate himself to take care of the others…

But that would be suspicious too, wouldn’t it? He had to let at least a few bids go through. And some of them had to be high, otherwise he’d never hear the end of it from his ever-aggravating business associates.

Curse them and their golf-playing buffoonery. He didn’t even like golf. It took so long.

When his name was called, he went out onto the stage like a man expecting to be hung. Why did anyone think this kind of thing was a good idea? This was humiliating. Ninety percent of the people bidding were after his money one way or another, he was sure.

Not like Maddie.

He sighed and refused to make eye contact with anyone in the crowd as the auctioneer called higher and higher values. Finally, the number stopped climbing, and Vlad lowered his gaze to see who, exactly, he would have to waste a day with.

Well. At least it wasn’t someone who was after his money.

“So,” said Harriet Chin, not even bothering to hide the recorder she held in her hands, “Vladimir Masters. Do you have a statement regarding the Whole World Mission scandal?”

“Harriet,” said Vlad, “please, we’re supposed to be on a date.”

“Yes, and I get to decide our activities. And I want an exclusive interview with the elusive Vlad Masters. That’s what I paid for, after all.”

“And here I was, thinking that it was my ravishing, good looks.”

Harriet snorted. “Maybe for someone who didn’t see you and Jack in that ridiculous hot dog eating contest. Although,” she leaned back appraisingly, “you did fill out since then. Actually… I’m sort of surprised at how early the bidding topped out. Was the room filled with bitter exes, or is there some scandal I don’t know about?”

Vlad rolled his eyes. “I confess, I’m as surprised as you.”

“Now, that’s a lie,” said Harriet.

“Excuse me?”

“You still have that tell from college,” said Harriet, smugly.

“Excuse me? I do not have a tell.” If he did, he had to identify and get rid of it as soon as possible.

“You do,” said Harriet, still grinning.

Vlad weighed the pros and cons of simply overshadowing her and making her lose the day. She’d probably claim that he drugged her or something. Curses.

He sighed, heavily. “At least let me take you out to a restaurant instead of,” he flicked his fingers at his surroundings, “just standing here.”

“Oh, I don’t know. A person’s house can tell you a lot about someone. Didn’t your Wisconsin home blow up? What was up with that, anyway?”

“I released a statement regarding that some time ago,” said Vlad.

“Wasn’t it also raided by the government?”

“That was a misunderstanding. And I also released a press statement about that incident. It shouldn’t take you more than, oh, an hour to look it up online.” This wasn’t entirely true. Once it was out of the immediate spotlight, Vlad had spent quite a bit of money to have the whole story scrubbed. “Dinner? I am paying.”

Harriet looked thoughtful. “Alright, but I’m picking where we go.”

“Of course,” said Vlad, graciously.

He regretted everything.

“Harriet, I know Amity Park is small relative to, say, Chicago, but, really… There are good restaurants here.”

“Yes,” said Harriet, “but I wanted to eat here.”

Vlad grimaced and tried not to look at the booth where Daniel and his juvenile delinquent friends were sitting and filming him with a handheld camera.

“Of course,” said Harriet, apparently unbothered by the stickiness of the booth bench and the screaming of children in the other part of building, “if you wanted to go back to a more private setting so that we could continue our interview—”

“No, no, this is quite alright. I said I would get you dinner, and here we are, eating…” He glanced at the menu with derision. “Food.”

He could, just barely, call it that. Even if he’d discovered during his short-term ownership of the chain that certain of its condiments could be used as mid-grade explosives. He didn’t know how Daniel could stand it.

(On the other hand, he had to admit he was enjoying this. Just a little. He so rarely got to match wits against a competent adult.)

(Maddie didn’t count—He was trying to woo Maddie, after all. They were practically on the same side.)

Valerie Grey, looking intensely weirded out, brought their order to their table. Harriet, unperturbed by the grease leaking through the paper wrappings, began to sort though the offerings for the cheap chicken burger she had ordered. Vlad, meanwhile, stared down at his sandwich.

Someone had put an ectoplasm antagonist in the dressing. He glared at Daniel. He didn’t know how the boy had done it, but he was going to pay for it. Along with setting him up for this ridiculous ‘date.’

“Aren’t you going to eat?” asked Harriet.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Oh, stop being such a snob. I remember you and Jack living off of instant ramen.”

“That was then, this is now,” said Vlad.

“Seems to be going well,” said Tucker, adjusting the lens on his camera, “all things considered.”

“Kind of surprised they’re here of all places, though,” said Sam.

“I think Ms. Chin’s just trying to get a rise out of Vlad, to be honest.” He’d stopped looking at them, though, instead frowning at the kitchens. “I think Valerie put something in his food. Do you think we should do something?”

“Not really,” said Tucker.

“Yeah, I’m going to choose Valerie every day over the old rich white guy who wants to kill your dad,” said Sam. “Even if she has some slightly homicidal tendencies regarding you.”

“Fair enough,” said Danny. “Want to stalk Vlad and his date until they drive home?”

“I don’t have any other plans,” said Sam, easily.

“Same,” said Tucker.

“Cool,” said Danny.

“Are you frequently stalked by teenagers?” asked Harriet.

“No,” said Vlad.

“And isn’t that Jack and Maddie’s son?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Oh ho, there’s a story there, isn’t there?”

“A private matter, I assure you.”

“When you’re as wealthy as you are, Vlad, nothing’s a private matter anymore.”

“I fear I must disagree with you on that count. Where are we going, anyway?”

“It’s a surprise,” said Harriet. “Unless you want to give me that interview.”

“Ugh. No.”

It was a miniature golf course. Of course it was. He could never escape from the accursed ‘sport.’ At least the miniature version was marginally more tolerable. Or it would be, if Daniel and his pack of friends weren’t able to follow them in.

… Or maybe they wouldn’t follow them in. The trio veered off suddenly right before the exit. Vlad smirked. Not enough cash for the little badger to get in, hm?

This assumption was disastrously disproven when a ghost fight tore through the Astroturf that covered the third hole.

Harriet was very nearly thrown into the pond, but Vlad managed to catch her at the last moment.

She was blushing.

Butter biscuits.

“Well,” said Harriet, “that wasn’t the interview I wanted, but it wasn’t a total waste of time. Same time next week?”

“Fine, fine, whatever you want,” said Vlad. Then what he said caught up to him. “No. One date. One date was all you paid for.”

Harriet pretended not to hear him.

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sanchoyo · 3 years ago

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danny phantom season 2, episode 17-20 thoughts! finishing up season two! the finale is the THIRD 2-PARTER OF SEASON 2. that's so many! I wonder how many season 3 will have?

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-UERGH WHY DOES VLAD HAVE AN AI WITH MADDIE'S FACE ON IT. SOOO CREEPY. AND MORE 'CREATIONS' waiiiit. vlad is Dr. Frankenstein! (despite his ghost design obviously referencing vampires) HE HAS 'CREATIONS' HE MAKES THEN WONT TAKE REAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR!!! this bitch.

-danny was late and his friends immediately start going off about how hes inconsiderate, and has been treating them like sidekicks??? he just overslept, my god. chill. even if he has, be nicer about talking about it with him?? he really can't help that he sometimes has to chase the ghosts, or has a secret identity to protect...

-'what kind of ghost haunts a miniature golf course' umm. me as a ghost. next question

-imagine going home and theres a tiny child on your bed claiming to be your cousin. with as many cousins I have, I would probably believe her. but the 'ran away from home' BIT....SHES 12?? SHES SO TINY. I hate that they have her belly out in her ghost form, but I like how her colors are asymmetrical. something about her design...maybe the proportions?? are weird to me...anyway danny was good to feed her, but he shouldve taken her to his parents FIRST. or, tbh, probably jazz. (JAZZ DIDNT EVEN GET TO MEET HER!!! NOOO. I mean she said she'll be BACK BUT STILL)

-ANYWAY. shes voiced by AnnaSophia Robb, the girl who was in because of winn dixie, played as violet from charlie and the chocolate factory, and was the girl from bridge to terrabithia. (the movie that made me cry hysterically when I was 12 and I never watched it again because it Broke Me!) thats super cool.

-vlad sucks: the episode, basically. what's new!! I love how he's like, I'm Not A Villain. *immediately cuts to him torturing danny to make him transform, to get mid-transformation DNA, to perfect a Clone.* *immediately shows that he doesnt give a shit about his new daughter Dani and just wants a ''more perfect clone'' and will put her in danger to get that. will let her DIE to get that*

-Dani is danny's clone and is a girl? transgenderism....one of them has to be trans. or they both are.

-dani just. leaving at the end. WHAT? SHES 12. DONT JUST. NO!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST BORN, A MONTH AGO AT MOST, RIGHT?? SHE NEEDS...SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. MONEY? FOOD?? A FAMILY?? AN EDUCATION???! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S LEAVING!!! OKAY BYE I GUESS!!! D: concern!!!

-the next ep opens with skulker chasing a ghost down. ...does skulker count as a ghost hunter in the way valerie and danny do? I mean, sure, he hunts the good guys too, but he. he hunts ghosts...also, we haven't seen his Real Form since his debut episode! tiny...

-the guys in white are back! ngl, I assumed they were a gag for that one episode. you're telling me they might actually be a threat? ok.

-valerie in her lil nasty burger uniform looks so cute!! glad shes not in that mascot uniform this time. I guess she stopped hiding that she's working there now?

-gregor having white hair, dressed in black and white...and green eyes...sam has a Type, I guess.

-danny being unnecessarily hostile about gregor. danny!!! hes been nice so far. he looks a little...tall to be 14, but. danny doesnt know anything about him! (he does Suspect, but...you cant just spy on people and be rude to them from a hunch.) also, gregor kissed her, and when she freaked out, he was like 'oh no!! sorry, we can take it slow! I understand!' which was NICE. I hate jealousy plots still tho.

-altho. umm. tucker, being concerned about danny spying on them??? SAM AND YOU WERE SPYING ON DANNY AND VALERIE A FEW EPISODES AGO!!!!! im not saying its RIGHT, but dont be a hypocrite!!! AND THEN SAM BEING MAD ABOUT IT, TOO.

-DANNY IS A 7 ON THE SCALE OF ECTOPLASMIC POWER!!! out of 10? so I want to know where the other ghosts rank...I mean it's a list from the guys in white, so, it may not even be accurate, like, they havent seen ALL of his powers, have they?

-Lancer being like 'im not cooperating with the FEDS' until they said they could access his tax records. they already did that joke with jack, but like, its still funny. kings of tax evasion.

-tucker's aggressive third-wheeling. but gregor being super into it. gregor/tucker is the real ship here. then gregor kissing danny on both cheeks after hugging him. bi poly king gregor. (he does turn out to be a liar with a phoney accent. unsurprising, BUT THE CONCEPT OF HIM BEING GENUINE AND THEM ALL DATING IS FUN)

-THE...GUYS IN WHITE THINKING GREGOR IS DANNY PHANTOM. LMAOOO. GET HIS ASS. or,, Elliot. lmfao

-sam saying tucker is part of the package because theyre friends was super sweet <3 but also 'part of the package'...polyships are obviously the solution to these dumb jealousy/love triangle plots.

-danny crashed a whole plane. the collateral damage...

-is he....

-you know....

.... (ITS NOT GAY IF YOU'RE DOING IT TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT, AND LIE TO A GIRL. RIGHT? he was getting a little too into pretending to enjoy tucker's company, and the above...c'mon, guy.)

-lmao, freakshow is in actual prison. I didn't expect a follow up, or for him to show back up! in the finale of this season, too!

-THE SICK TATTOO GHOST IS NAMED LYDIA!!! more Lore On her. freakshow seemed genuinely concerned about her. also, is she mute? I don't think she talked the first time we saw her, either. and we didn't know freakshow 'envied' ghosts, either, the first time, we just knew he was controlling them. interesting!

-...they literally stole the infinity gauntlet from marvel and called it the reality gauntlet. is that legal. what the fuck. even with the gems in the lil slots, having different powers...they had freakshow in jail, but didnt check his pockets??! hes just still in his lil outfit??? what kind of ...oh, its in amity park. yeah, all of the adults are idiots, okay, sure.

-'freakshow!' 'in the anemic flesh!' dude take some iron pills then. also, sure, the red eyes could be contacts for his aesthetic, but the whites of his eyes are yellow! does he have jaundice?! he severely needs more...like, every kind of vitamin. (this is what im worried about as freakshow attacks danny with giant robots)

-again, goth circus is a sick theme, and I love his goth train.

-oh FUCK every single person saw danny transform. on a stage. including his parents via TV. oh god. the guys in white and immediately like 'youre coming in for experiments!' SCARY. at least the crowd is willing to help him to escape...perks of now being a local celeb! even the kids at school are accepting :) this is what, the third time his family has found out? its always been an alt timeline tho. and danny fully intending to just rewrite things again instead of...I dunno, trying to roll with it this time? hes really worried his family won't accept him, huh...

-'maybe our son IS THE GHOST BOY, but its not as if our family's ghostly activities have EVER PUT YOUR FAMILIES IN DANGER' maddie. mmmmmmmmmmmm. okay.

-danny 100% prepared to run away from home because of this :( oh :( and saying his parents are 'looking for him, or a scalpel to dissect him with' ouch...

-THE GUYS IN WHITE TRYING TO ARREST A 14 YEAR OLD. fuck da feds.

-side note (another one about voice actors...) freakshow's voice actor, Jon Cryer, was lex luthor in pretty much every DC tv show, which is why I recognized his voice, because my dad loves those shows so I've seen a good bit of them without seeking them out...)

-the old man saying 'hey, i still had minutes left!' and danny saying 'you gotta watch those roaming charges!' about danny destroying the people in the diner's phones so no one could report seeing him...would kids today understand these things. can you even BUY minutes anymore...I remember my first phone being a flip phone, and the fact I always had minutes when my sister ran out super fast, because I didnt have friends calling or texting me like she did...:/

-the fentons being genuinely like 'why didnt danny trust us and tell us this, we love him :(' and JAZZ LAYING INTO THEM WITH THE 'DISSECTION/MOLECULE BY MOLECULE' LINES. LITERALLLLY. they need to apologize

-technically, lydias stronger than you! -jazz lesbianism moments! when did you even learn her name!!! but also get freakshows ass. lydia is also cooler looking. looove her design sm still.

-jazz psychoanalyzing freakshow... (also, her also having ghost envy? au where jazz is a ghost!! id like to see it)

-im glad the kids still got to go to their respective vacation things, even if they cant really stick around and enjoy them much...

-furry: confirmed. (also tucker calling her hot. tucker is a furry confirmed)

-danny being mad someone at the comic con is selling comics of him without permission, lmfao. give him his royalties!

-freakshow > thanos because hes a drama clown and does use his gauntlet to be FLASHY AND DRAMATIC.

-jazz's 'USE PYSCOLOGY' to danny about freakshow LMAOO. AND THEN IT WORKING. but, oh, freakshow's ghost form sucks. I like him as a clown better tbh. good thing danny took away his ghost powers!

-his parents hugging him and saying theyre proud :"( and saying 'of course you lied to us, we never gave you a reason not to!' and saying they were in the wrong basically for always talking about hurting ghosts aaaa :""(

-then he WIPED THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN!!! FUCK. I can understand him wiping the goverments/student bodies' memories, but why his parents?? they were being accepting!! ARGHHH. season 3 couldve been them all trying to adjust to them knowing!

-I know, on a meta level the showrunners probably wanted to just reset things to the status quo of him having a secret identity. But. We've been doing that for (2) seasons, I'd love if season 3 could be like, his parents adjusting to this and trying way harder to learn more and accept it (and the shenanigans that could come from that) and for fun, if he didn't wipe the students memories, it could be him being popular for a while, then everyone slowly realizing, oh, he's still Danny. Like. he might have ghost powers but hes Just The Same Guy instead of putting him on a pedestal (and seeing them all try and help him hide it from the giw/people who don't know!!)

-fuck they didn't even explain WHY he wiped everyone except sam, tucker and jazz's memories. he just Did It right when his parents were saying they loved/accepted him!! and sam and tucker didnt question it at all!!! HELLO??? very annoyed about this turn of events.

-anyway. onto season 3! I know its shorter than the first two seasons, and is the last season... I might just do it in 2 bursts if I can... :3c depends on the episodes' content and how much I want to say about each!

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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satans-helper · 4 years ago

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Hi... I'm sorry for all the stirring-up I've caused. I don't mean to cause anyone stress, particularly me or you! I guess I was tryong to say that I don't expect anything from them, either, because I don't see that as part of their job. Maybe I have odd ideas about what celebrities do and sont need to do. I don't care about social media, if they did post about issues I wouldn't say I'd discard it but... I'd discard it. Idk what's going on with them, what they're thinking or feeling 1/2

I think they're trying to live their lives how they always did, they may wven be regretting becoming so big who knows! I know I would if this was the whole haze I was surrounded in. Idk, I'm kimda losing my train of thought... basically I'm sorry to bring this up in the fandom I wasn't trying to make it a *thing*, I'm not mad at you or anyone else, and everyone has very valid points, we just interpret what their job is differently I think” 2/2

I’m on desktop right now, sorry.

I’m gonna say right up front that GVF is not that big. Even just as a small reference, they have not even made it to 770K followers on instagram (I wonder why?) and that number hasn’t really moved in a long time. Do I think they’re one of the best bands in the world right now? Yeah. Do all of us in the fandom? Probably. That doesn’t mean they are actually big yet, though, and they won’t be if they do not change their current style.

Bands in the 60s, 70s, 80s did not have social media and they still made it big, yes. How? A lot of that comes down to engaging with people and the public in other ways. Surprise! PR. TV, radio shows, magazines, etc. Each time GVF has been in a magazine I’ve had to hear about it from someone in the fandom, not the band themselves. I don’t understand why management isn’t even letting people know something of that nature. But they don’t let us know about interviews either. The last one with Sam & Danny wasn’t posted about on the band’s page. Their parents are giving more to us than they are.

Speaking of the band’s page...I really don’t care if the boys as individuals post content. It would be wonderful to see that and I will be forever replaying Danny’s golf swing instagram story in my mind, but my larger concern is the band’s page. There has been nothing. That’s not a good thing. I’ve always appreciated how they aren’t all about social media, actually, but posting literally nothing for months is not a positive thing in this day and age. Sorry y’all, we live in a world run by social media. If the boys want to have a more fulfilling career that involves more outreach, more fans, more music, more money, they are going to have to get with the times a little bit.

I can live without content for my own personal benefit. That’s not my utmost concern at the end of the day. But I want to see GVF thrive and I want to be able to experience them at their brightest for years to come. The way they’re doing things now goes beyond personal feelings--at this point, they are a business, and their business is being run poorly. They have a whole team of people at their disposal to help with social media at the very least. It seems like they either need better people behind them or, as I’ve said, they need to learn to advocate for themselves.

I am not here to ruffle anyone’s feathers, ever, but I am also never willing to not speak my mind. I love this band so fucking much, it’s actually insane, and I will be devastated if they fail so soon into their career. Also, you know I love you, Lulu, so please never think otherwise!

#ask #beautiful crow

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gvf-imagine · 5 years ago

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Dinner

(Danny x reader)

(fluff)

warnings: none!

word count: 1464

A/N: I just really need more Danny in my life, we all do

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“Wait, we have to what?” You question turning to Danny with knitted eyebrows.

He smiled at your unbelievable selective hearing.

“We have to go to a team dinner, all the guys are getting dressed up and going to benvenoutos… pretty classy place” he explained.

“Well who’s ‘we’? I’m not going to a team dinner. I'm not even on the team” You retort adjusting your position on Danny’s couch.

Danny and you had been friends since elementary school, he’s really the only person you hung out with or could even tolerate at this point. He was on the golf team and they had just won nationals, which was expected, they were a great team and Danny was an excellent golfer.

“Yes you are, you’re the team manager” he says with a chuckle.

“Ok I’m hardly a team manager I’m more like the coaches assistant slash water girl. Hardly any reason for me to get all dressed up for some dumb dinner” you reply with a slight eye roll.

“You’re the only person on the team I’m comfortable around, the other guys are annoying and immature I don’t know how you can even stand them” you add. As you channel surf on the tv, there was never anything good on.

“Some of the guys are really good guys , not all of them but there’s a few nice ones. You won’t be alone, I’ll be there too. It’s the coache’s way of celebrating the win, it wouldn’t feel right if you weren’t there (y/n)” Danny says, his voice was genuine and soft. You looked at him for a moment and he smiled and his big brown eyes lit up.

“God fine I’ll go. Only for you though. The team would be garbage without you anyways Wagner, I hope you realize that, you have real talent” you admit somewhat reluctantly.

The smile on his face grew wider and he gave you a slight nod “thanks (y/n) that means a lot” he says before standing up

“Thirsty?” He asks, walking toward the refrigerator. “Oh uhhhh yeah , I’ll have what you’re having” you say not looking away from the TV. Danny’s cologne filled the air around you when he passed you.

Yum.

He always smelled so good, it was such a soft scent but demanded your attention and your attention it got. Danny was a very attractive man, you’d never told him that, you were far too shy , but you assumed he knew he was good looking. Sometimes you wondered what he’d thought of you but you never lost any sleep over it.

Daniel came back with two glasses of cold colas , he sat next to you handing you your glass. You thanked him with a smile before taking a drink. Just then a car door shut in the driveway

“Mom's home” Danny said and the two of you quickly pulled your homework out of your back packs “turn the TV off” he instructed as the two of you hastily ran to the dining room table.

“Oh yeah “ you say, turning around grabbing the remote and pressing the power button before tossing it on the couch. You slide on your socks across the kitchen ,careful not to spill your drink , and the front door opens right as you sit down across from Danny.

Lori Wagner was a delightful and funny woman but strongly believed in schoolwork before anything else. All of the Wagner children had to finish their homework before doing anything else the second they got home.

Danny shoots you a sly smile as the two of you try to act natural.

“Hi guys, how was school?” Lori asked with a positive tone in her voice like usual.

“It was good, we have a team dinner to go to tonight though, for winning nationals” Danny explained.

“Oh that sounds fun! What time ?” She asks putting some groceries away.

“Six o'clock” he answers.

“Wait, it's tonight??” You ask wide eyed.

“Yeah , why?” Danny questions.

“Well jeez I didn’t know it was tonight , it’s already 4:30 I have to go find something to wear!” You say shoving your homework back in your bag.

Lori smiles “you’ll look great in anything (y/n) you know that”

You return the smile “thanks Mrs. Wagner!” You chime as you slip your shoes on.

“I’ll pick you up in an hour” Danny calls , you nod and smile with a small wave before you head out the door.

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You make it home in minutes , You only live two blocks from Danny. Your family wasn’t as close as his , your mom died when you were younger and your dad was an alcoholic asshole who was hardly ever home. You had been raised by your older sister for the most part. You walk down the hall to your room and rummage through your closet for something to wear. You couldn’t find anything that looked good. You grabbed your phone and texted Danny

Y: hey what are you wearing tonight?

You smile at his un-enthusiastic facial expression.

Y: looks good, ugh idk what to wear

D: thanks , and don’t overthink it, just look nice ya know?

Gee wonderful advice , you think to yourself.

You decide to wear a simple black sundress , not too long not too short , with a pair of silver flats. You do your makeup and choose to leave your hair down. You look at yourself in the mirror. Good enough for a basketball dinner.

You hear your phone ringing from your room and run to answer it , it’s Danny .

“Hey” you say slightly out of breath

“Hi, I’m about to come get you, are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be”

You can almost hear him smiling on the other end of the phone.

“Alright I’ll see you in a minute”

You hang up and spray a teasing amount of perfume on then put some earrings on to bring the outfit together. You hear Danny’s car pull up and head for the door.

You get in his car

“I really don’t wanna do this” you say clicking your seatbelt on. Danny looks at you with a slight surprise on his face, he doesn’t say anything , just stares.

You feel your cheeks burn red .

“Earth to Daniel” you speak again.

He smiles

“You look nice (y/n)” he says

“I can be fancy!” You reply

“I’ve never seen you in a dress before , I didn’t know you owned one” he joked

“Yeah well soak it in while you can” You retort, you weren’t a fan of dresses. Danny looks at you a moment longer.

“Here hold on” he says digging in his pocket , he pulls out his phone

“What are you doing?” You ask with a reluctant smile.

“Soaking it in while I can” he says before snapping a picture of you.

You chuckle and have a hard time hiding your smile and blushing cheeks. He took a picture of you , he’s never done that before and it made you feel a way you’d never felt before. What was this odd warm tingly feeling in your stomach? He smiles at the picture before putting his phone back in his pocket and pulling out of your driveway.

“I’m really glad you decided to go (y/n)” he says.

“Me too” you reply, glancing at him , he looked so focused and relaxed while driving. ————————————

The dinner went pretty much how you expected, the boys were loud and annoying and the food was okay. Thankfully it was over now and you and Danny were taking a walk to end the night. The air was cool but not cold and the sky was full of stars . The streets were dead quiet , the only sound was the trees rustling in the gentle wind.

“I had fun with you tonight” Danny says, his voice more soothing than the soft breeze in the air. “Yeah, we always have a good time together” you respond. And it was true the two of you always had fun. “Ya know I was wondering…. um would you like to go- to go out with me sometime? Like just me and you on a - a date?” he asks with a slight stutter, his hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck.You smiled brightly you couldn’t believe it! He asked you on a date! He does like you!

“Yeah I’d really really love that Danny” you respond excitedly. He sighs with relief

“Great, I’ll make a plan , I’ll think of something fun” he says.

The two of you continue to walk aimlessly around town. Danny slowly grabs your hand and holds it tight. Everything felt right and perfect in that moment, it was just you and him. And you couldn’t wait to see what he’d plan for your date.

#danny wagner #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fluff #greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #gvf #gvf imagine #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka

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thisisthepartwhereyou · 5 years ago

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BEASTARS MINI-STORY #5: “Everybody Play the Game pt. 5” (FIN) by JCL

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Haru, Legosi and the 701s are standing on the street outside of Yanni's, with Yanni himself talking to them with a nervous look.

TEXT BOX: We were asked to leave after that, despite the fact that we didn't start the fight. We were also asked not to come back.

In the background we see that Mizuchi, Melissa and Mica are still stuck between the door and the wall, while two repairmen are working on unscrewing the hinges.

TEXT BOX: We didn't really protest much, for we had already been there for quite a bit, and after all that, we just felt tired of playing games. ---

Later, we see that the group are now travelling by tram-train. There are not many other travelers in the wagon, so they have proceeded to take up six seats alongside the windows. Through the city we can see the city pass by.

MIGUNO: "Damn that was intense...!"

Durham gives Legosi an impressed look.

DURHAM: "Yeah, when you turned up, I swear one of those girls must've pissed themselves! Man, even I was scared by the threatening aura you were giving off!"

Legosi looks like he does not see that as a good thing.

LEGOSI: "...!"

The coyote then looks down at Haru (who is sitting between Collot and Legosi) and makes a boxing motion into the air.

DURHAM: "And you, you slapped the fur outta that girl's face!"

HARU: "Yeah, well, I didn't like what she was saying..."

Collot, who is sitting next to Haru, gives her an approving little pat on the back, which almost makes her fall forward.

COLLOT: "You were totes badass, babe."

She sweat drops at this, while Legosi, who is sitting on Haru's other side, gives the sheep hound a look of disapproval.

LEGOSI: "Oi, you're gonna make fall out of her seat."

Voss, who is sitting next to Collot, follows up with his own impressed words.

VOSS: "I was aroused!"

Jack shakes his head at Voss inappropriate behavior.

JACK: "Class Voss, class...!"

HARU: "M-hm..."

The boys quiet down and look at Haru sideways from their seats. They notice that she is looking kind of depressed. Legosi watches her with a concerned expression.

LEGOSI: "Haru, are you alright?"

Haru's right ear twitches a little.

HARU: "Yes... Well, not really. It's just... One would think I'd be happier to hand it to those girls. I mean, hitting her felt really-really good. But now I just feel bad about it."

MIGUNO: "Why? They were the ones who started trippin'!"

HARU: "Yes... But just so you know, she was right about something: I did sleep around when was in Cherryton, and I did break a lot of relationships."

This seems to surprise the 701s a bit. Legosi stare at Haru as she continues to talk.

HARU: "I couldn't help but to think of that thing about karma, where it comes back to bite you at the most unexpected of times. Feels like that fits in pretty well here. After all, I was the succubus of the gardening club, who devoured young males and then spit them back out by choice... Sounds like a solid case of cause and consequence to me."

Jack blinks. He looks regretful for bringing up karma, now that it appears to be a source of sadness for Haru.

LEGOSI: "You were more than that!"

Legosi stands up, surprising the group. He looks upset.

LEGOSI: "If they really would have loved each other, they would have stayed with them or at least talked their problems out. Blaming you rather than their own issues is not right! It's petty!"

Haru blinks and gives Legosi a patient look.

HARU: "Legosi... That's not how it works. The first thing a girl thinks of when she finds out that her boyfriend is messing around is herself. She asks: 'what did I do wrong' or 'what makes this girl better than me'?"

The tram then passes through a tunnel; the city outside disappears. It goes darker in the tram, the remaining light coming from the electric lights above the walkway. A shadow goes over Haru's face.

HARU: "That's why it's easier to imagine this 'other girl' being the one at fault, because an external problem is always easier to deal with. It can be pushed around. It doesn't make you question yourself. It's never your fault if there's a villain to deal with."

Legosi looks upset by this, cause it seems like Haru is trying to justify her mistreatment.

LEGOSI: "That doesn't make it right!"

HARU: "There are many things that aren't right Legosi, but they happen anyway! High school bullies ruining a pleasant evening for shit that happened years ago isn't right, but it happened didn't it, because of ME!"

Legosi and the boys look surprised by this outburst. Haru then looks sad.

HARU: "I never deliberately broke a relationship or or sought boyfriends out... I always figured that I was not half as bad as them or their girlfriends for being more angry at me than at them. But, maybe it would have been better if I had rejected them. I never imagined that someone would still be so angry because of me... She was unnecessarily rude to you, and I can't help but to feel that it was my fault that she was like that. I don't care what those girls think about me, but I don't like it when others take the brunt for it. Especially people whose only crime was to be nice to me."

The tram comes out of the tunnel. We see the city through the windows again, and the tram is now lighter. Haru gives the 701s an apologetic look.

HARU: "I'm sorry about getting you thrown out and barred."

She then meets their looks, looking like she is expecting them to see her in a different light after what she has told them.

JACK: "You have nothing to feel sorry about. You stood up for us back there."

Haru gives off an uncertain expression.

HARU: "That... It was nothing."

JACK: "It was more than you think!"

DURHAM: "Yeah, no herbivore has ever done that for us before."

Haru shakes her head though, unable to take the compliment.

HARU: "But I caused a scene and got you barred!"

Jack waves this off.

JACK: "Eh, that's not a big loss. I mean the atmosphere was just not up to par anymore and board games are pretty square anyways. We should just go to the arcade next time."

Collot interjects at this though, giving Haru and excited expression.

COLLOT: "No, bowling! We gotta go bowling!"

VOSS: "Not before we see something at Biorama. I vote for that new dinosaur-film! What do you think Haru-chan?"

Haru looks increasingly surprised as the 701s all suggest places where to go next time.

MIGUNO: "Karoake bar! We haven't been there in like forever!"

DURHAM: "Mini-golf!"

Haru and Legosi stare at the the guys as they argue about where they all should go next time they meet.

HARU: (They're already talking about where they want to go with us next time?)

Legosi sits down next to Haru again. The two smile warmly at the boys. ---

Skipping ahead for a bit, we see that the tram has stopped at the train station. Haru and Legosi is stepping off, having reached their destination. The 701s all wave their goodbyes to Haru.

COLLOT: "Hope to see you again soon!"

VOSS: "Remember to show me how to do that ear-trick next time!"

DURHAM: "Take care of that big lug in the meantime, or else he'll get into trouble!"

Haru laughs, while Legosi look a little bothered by being called 'lug.'

HARU: "It's a promise!"

Jack gives her a kind smile.

JACK: "Take care of yourself till we meet again."

Haru smiles back, though she also has a bit of a concerned look as she gives Jack a reply.

HARU: "As long as you promise to do the same."

Haru and Legosi go out, with the door soon closing behind them, and the tram proceeds to go. Suddenly, they hear a banging noise coming from behind them. They turn and see that the 701s are banging against the window and waving and saying goodbye excitedly. Legosi and Haru smile and wave back as the train passes and eventually disappears out of sight.

As they proceed to walk through the train station, walking down the steps towards the exit, Legosi turns to Haru.

LEGOSI: "So what do you think?"

HARU: "Well I understand why you're thorn. They're all so nice."

She hugs the Danny-doll a little tighter, thinking back to how Jack helped her get it.

HARU: "Though if I had to make a choice, I think like you: Jack should be your best man. Not that the others couldn't do a great job, but you two have the longest history."

LEGOSI: "I know. It's just that I hate the idea to make people feel less for selecting just one of them...!"

HARU: "They're still gonna be your groomsmen. And who knows, maybe Miguno and his band could lend their services at the reception. What kind of music do they play?"

LEGOSI: "Alternative Punk Rock."

Haru gets a disdainful look.

HARU: "Yikes... I wonder what kind of wedding march that might lead to... What about the stag party?"

Legosi stops as he reaches the end of the stairs. He gets a disdainful expression.

LEGOSI: "I dunno if I'd even like one..."

HARU: "Oh come on, its your right. Surely one of the guys could organize something for you?"

Legosi, noticing that the shoe on his right foot is untied, kneels down and begins to tie it.

LEGOSI: "Well, I suppose... Though I have to ask them about being my groomsmen first. I mean they don't even know we're engaged. But before any of that, we should probably tell our families."

Haru walks down and joins Legosi at the end of the stairs, looking him excitedly.

HARU: "Such as when we meet your grandfather?"

With his shoe tied, Legosi stands up.

LEGOSI: "Feels like a good time for that."

Haru stares up Legosi. He meets her look and blinks.

LEGOSI: "What?"

HARU: "Can I... Try something?"

LEGOSI: "Try what?"

Looking around, she then beckons him with a finger, gesturing him to come down to her level.

HARU: "Come down here."

Legosi crouches down. Haru then gets close and whispers something into his ear. Legosi's eyes widen at whatever she just said.

LEGOSI: "Are you-" ---

DURHAM: "-KIDDING?!"

We see the 701s as they continue to travel by tram. Durham and the others are giving off incredulous looks directed at Collot, who has put his hands behind his head in a relaxed pose.

COLLOT: "Yeah... I mean if they're anything like Haru, dating herbivores mustn't be that bad. You see, she made me realize something tonight:"

He raises a clenched fist and showcases a dramatic, convicted pose.

COLLOT: "As long as a girl is nice, has a pretty face, a fine rack and decent butt, it doesn't matter what species they are... They should all have an equal right to some COLLOT!"

Jack looks like he cannot even compute what he has just heard.

JACK: "I... I don't know if that is open-minded or just new levels of objectification."

DURHAM: "Yeah, it sounds more like it was your dick who learned a lesson tonight."

Collot gives off a jovial laugh.

COLLOT: "Heh!"

DURHAM: "Although... I can understand it better now. I mean I am still a little mind-boggled as to how it works, but now I at least understand the attraction. She's quite exciting, that one..!"

Collot nods.

COLLOT: "She's a little firecracker, that's for sure."

MIGUNO: "But still perfectly pleasant, like you said Jack."

VOSS: "And hot. A little small for me though..."

Jack gets a contemplative expression.

JACK: "..." ---

We enter a short flashback, where we see Haru talking to Jack back at Yanni's.

FLASHBACK-HARU: "When I am with him, I feel neither scared or sad." ---

JACK: "Yeah, I like her."

Miguno nods.

MIGUNO: "Same for me."

Voss crosses his arms.

VOSS: "If Legosi makes her cry, I'll kick his ass."

Durham mimics the fennec's gesture.

DURHAM: "And I'll join you."

Collot, sporting a goofy grin, leans his chin in his hand.

COLLOT: "I like her personality AND her cinnamon buns!" ---

We see a crowd of people from a bird's eye point of view in the street, staring up at something with weirded out looks.

HARU: "I got to admit... Voss was right."

LEGOSI: "M-hm...!"

We then see what it is all about: Legosi is walking through the street while Haru is sitting on his shoulder in the same manner that Voss usually does with Collot. Haru looks like she is really enjoying herself, while Legosi looks uncomfortable.

HARU: "This is pretty damn awesome!"

LEGOSI: (I feel like a rookie father carrying his kid on his shoulder!)

THE END... FOR NOW ---

#beastars #fanfiction #script style #haru #legosi #jack #miguno #collot #voss #durham #grey wolf #fennec fox #dwarf rabbit #spotted hyena #sheephound #coyote

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trashinaglass-archive · 5 years ago

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Want You Back

Tom gets back with his ex, y/n

Request: could you plz do an imagine (with tom) where the reader is his ex and his stalking her ig and sees another guy (someone like shawn, idk) and gets jealous and then he calls her or smthn and then they getbck together?

A/n: I’m assuming you mean Shawn Mendes?

I did my best. Hope you like it.

“What a babe”

Tom stared at your latest post. He hated how you act with Shawn. He hated that you were dating him- that he had lost you to him. He thought he would be better off without you. Turns out, he needs the exact opposite.

Tom began to scroll down your profile, looking at your posts. You opted to keep the ones of him up, deciding it was too much of an effort to go through and delete them all. So you say. He hoped it was actually because you still loved him and were willing to take him back.

He felt his heart tug seeing the memories of the two of you.

“You’re the one that I want” - Halloween night when the two of you dressed as Sandy and Danny from Grease

“The real reason I join the golf trips” - You holding up a beer while Tom held up his club

“Tis the season” - Christmas decorating and Tom holding a mistletoe over the two of you

“Only you” - A sneaky photo of you and Tom’s intertwined fingers resting over the duvet on your bed while you cuddled

It was just too much. A stray tear fell from Tom’s eye as he thought of you, a hand coming up to angrily wipe his face. He couldn’t do it- he couldn’t let you go that easily.

Standing up, he walked to the counter and grabbed his keys to drive to your house, slightly hoping that Shawn wouldn’t be there. He looked intently at your driveway as he pulled up to your place- no unfamiliar vehicles present. Parking the car, he moved to the door to speak to you.

He knocked on the door twice before stepping back, waiting for you to open the door for him. His eyes widened slightly as he heard footsteps approach.

“Tom?” You asked confused as you opened the door. You were dressed in pajama shorts and a baggy t-shirt, hair disheveled as if you had been in bed- admittedly you probably were, it was pretty late. “What are you doing?”

“Y/n, I-“ Tom started but stopped, thinking about what he needed to say. “I know you’re dating him now, but I can’t let you go.”

“Tom-“ you breathed out, exhausted and not wanting to listen to it.

“I’m not kidding. I know what I said- I know I thought we would be happier separated, but I can’t do it, y/n. I love you, and I need you in my life, by my side. My schedule can wait, I want to make time for you and to be with you. I’m not letting anything get in my way again,” he said confidently. “I still love you, and I will never be able to move on from you.”

Tom looked at you, waiting for an answer. You slightly shook your head before answering, “what do you want me to say? That I’ll drop everything and take you back?”

“That’s the best case scenario I can think of,” he muttered.

“Tom, you were the one that wanted this,” you said, your voice breaking only slightly. It was that break that made Tom hopeful. He hated to see you cry, but seeing the tears and emotion convinced him that you still loved him.

“I was wrong. I made a mistake- you know me, I always make mistakes. This was just one huge fuck up and I’m trying to fix it. Please, y/n, let me fix it.”

“What about Shawn?” You asked him. As much as Tom wanted to deny it, you did have a boyfriend and that wasn’t just something you could drop at a moment’s notice.

“He may tell you he loves you, he may tell you he needs you, but I swear that he will never mean it like I do. I’m not one to challenge others or pick fights, but I love you more than he could ever imagine, and I will do whatever it takes to get you back.” Tom’s jaw began to clinch as he spoke, making you want to reach out and touch him. “Just let me in, and we can talk and figure this out.”

You took a deep breathe and looking down, thinking about it. You knew letting him in would be a dead yes- you really did miss him, as much as you wanted to deny it- and you didn’t know what would come from a ‘no’. You looked back at him before nodding your head and stepping out of the doorway, letting him in.

“Thank you,” he sighed before hurrying through the door, going straight for the living room. He sat on the couch and turned to look at you as you sat on the loveseat perpendicular to him. You looked at each other for a second before you broke the silence.

“When did you change your mind?” You asked him. He was the one that broke your heart and left you to repair it yourself. You had desperately hoped that he would come back for you, but months passed and he didn’t. You weren’t completely over him when you began dating Shawn.

“I don’t think it was a change of mind as much as a realization. With my job, the commitments I have, I left you so much that I thought that breaking up and going our seperate ways would be the best but-“ Tom began and stopped. He shook his head, looking away from you as he gathered his thoughts. “Being without you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. You were so supportive and understanding and loving. Even when I couldn’t bring you with me, you were still there for me. Not having you to lean on, I felt so lost.”

“So... getting back with you is just to benefit yourself?” You asked, mostly wanting to give him a hard time. You felt proud of yourself seeing his eyes get wide in slight panic.

“No! Definitely, not!” He replied quickly. “I will do everything in my power to do better for you. Anything you need- anything you want, it’s yours. Wherever I have to go, I will take you with me. If you can’t go, I’ll make the effort to call and talk to you. Everything I didn’t do before will be a thousand times better than you’d ever expect.” Tom looked at you intently, trying to gauge what answer you were leaning toward. “Just please tell me you’ll give me a second chance.”

You thought about it for a second before changing the subject. “How’s your family doing?” You asked Tom. He let out a breathe, knowing how you were. Changing the subject meant you had to think about it, but he didn’t want thinking. He wanted an answer. He slightly huffed before talking.

“They’re good. Paddy really misses you- everyone misses you, but Paddy took it the hardest,” he informed you. You felt your heart pull at the thought of the younger boy.

“Really?” You asked sadly.

“Yeah,” Tom said, a slight chuckle in his voice as he thought of his brother. “He wouldn’t talk to me for about a week. He was pissed.”

“He’s a sweet kid,” you said thoughtfully.

“He isn’t when he’s mad, though. That was one tough week.”

You laughed as you imagined Paddy mad and yelling at Tom. You continued talking about life, family, and jobs- catching up on everything you had missed since being apart. You had planned for Tom to stay just a few minutes, maybe an hour, but you got so caught up in each other that you talked all night. You only stopped when you heard a car pull in your driveway.

“I’ll be right back,” you told Tom before standing up, walking out the door to meet the driver before he went inside.

“Hey,” Shawn said as he stepped out the car door, moving to kiss you. You dodged it, looking away from him as you thought of what you were going to tell him. “You okay? Who’s car is this?”

“It’s Tom’s,” you admitted, looking up to see his face, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Ex-boyfriend Tom?” He clarified, prompting you to nod. “What does he want, and why is he here so early?”

“He’s been here all night. We were just talking about life and stuff,” you began to speak quickly.

“Did you kiss him?”

“No,” you answering, a hint of disappointment in your voice.

“Did you want to?” He asked, beginning to catch onto the situation.

“Yeah,” you said, sighing as the words came past your lips.

Shawn nodded his head, processing what was happening. “Okay,” He said, looking away from you. You opened your mouth, but closed it again before speaking.

“I don’t know what to say,” You said softly.

“I do,” Shawn replied quickly, upset. “You still love him. I desperately hoped you’d be able to forget him and move on, but you never did.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You two are obviously meant to be together, I’m not going to stand in your way any longer.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re such a great guy, and I really do like you, but,” you trailed of trying to think of the words to say.

“But I’m not him,” Shawn finished for you. You cringed at how bad it sounded, but it was true. “It’s okay. I get it, and I wish you two the best.” He reaches out to you, giving you one last hug.

“Thank you.” You pulled away from him and watched as he got in his car and drove away, waving goodbye. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Turning around, you walk back into your house where you found Tom sat right where you left him.

“I guess people deserve second chances after all,” you said, making Tom turn around quickly.

“So you’re my girlfriend again?” He asked excitedly, standing up to move beside you.

“Only if you don’t fuck up again,” you teased, a grin coming to your face as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, lifting you off the ground. You laughed at his reaction and placed a hand on the back of his head as he buried his face into your neck as he placed little kisses along your skin.

“Thank you,” He said after he put you down, a big smile on his face.

“Better call Paddy,” you said making Tom laugh before your lips connected for a long overdue kiss.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader

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dharma-divine · 3 years ago

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Off Limits

Part Two

Thank you for all of the support on part one! I think this fic is coming together nicely, I'm excited to see where it goes. :) Feel free to message me if you would like to be added to the taglist! xx

Pairing: Sam x (Female) Reader

Summary: Working at a golf course, you struggle to keep the harmony between you and a vexing coworker, until a turn of events leads you to an unexpected friendship (or maybe something more?).

WARNINGS: Kissing, drinking, smoking, cursing. Nothing too crazy, stay tuned for part three for when things get ~steamy~

And once again, thank you @garbagevanfleet for helping me with suggestions and editing ily <3

Taglist: @jazminewitch @myownparadise96

Having plenty of time after work to get ready for your evening plans, you decide to relay the recent turn of events to your friends over lunch, all of whom are well versed in your complicated relationship with Sam after hearing you rant about him multiple times before.

“So you’re basically lovers now,” one of them jokes, and you scoff.

“Not quite, but we’re better than we were before.”

You all discuss the direction of your newfound alliance, as well as catch up with the rest of their weekly gossip and news, until you realize lunchtime is far gone and that the dinner rush has begun trickling in.

Once you say your goodbyes to your friends, you hurry back home to shower and change. You have no idea what to wear, scattering the contents of your closet throughout your bedroom. You eventually settle for something simple — a blank tank top, denim jeans, and your black and white high-tops. You accessorize to your liking and redo your hair and makeup before checking the time, and you realize you should have left 10 minutes ago. You curse to yourself, grabbing your keys and bag to rush out the door, down the elevator of your apartment building, and ascending into the cool, evening air.

As you found out earlier, the bar is conveniently only a few blocks away, so it did not take long for you to arrive at your brisk pace. By the time you are walking through the door and into the small dive bar, it’s 8:15. You anxiously survey the inside of the dim room for any familiar faces, guests with pitchers of beer shuffling by you.

“You’re late,” you hear a voice call out from behind you, and you turn around to see Sam approaching you. It’s funny seeing him outside of work attire, and he dresses exactly how you’d expect him to; a white, half buttoned shirt, navy chinos, and a pair of very worn leather loafers. The chord of a crystal necklace lays against his bare chest, pulling the whole look into a hippie, borderline cult leader aesthetic. It’s an eclectic look, but you can’t deny that he pulls it off well.

“I almost thought you weren’t coming.”

“Sorry, lost track of time,” you admit honestly, having to half-shout over the loud voices and blaring music.

Sam laughs, then motions for you to follow him deeper into the bar. “We got a booth over here.”

You both maneuver through the crowd until you get to a row of green leather booths at the very back of the room, the middle one seating Danny on one side, and Jake and Josh on the other. Danny immediately spots you, waving enthusiastically while the other two smile politely.

“Glad you could make it, ” Danny says as you shuffle into the booth, Sam squeezing in next to Josh on the other side.

“Yeah, from what I’ve heard I’m surprised you willingly showed up,” Jake adds, earning a glare from Sam. You blush.

You often wondered what Jake and Josh think about you. You figure Danny and Sam have two very differing opinions, or at least they did at one point, and mixed with the brief interactions the twins have had with you on the golf course, you had no idea what they concluded. Now with Jake’s bold interjection, you now know are also very aware of the circumstances.

“What would you like to drink?” Sam asks you, quickly changing the subject before anyone can pry in another joke.

“Jack and coke please,” you request. Sam nods, lifting out of the booth and making his way to the bar.

You sit back, getting yourself comfortable in the cushioned seat.

“You doing alright?” Danny asks you, looking over you carefully. You aren’t sure if he means alright after the turn of events earlier, or alright with being out with them. You’re feeling decent about both situations, but you realize your body language is probably a bit aloof due to your nerves.

“Yeah, I’m doing just fine,” you reply, giving an assuring smile.

“We heard about what happened, I’m very sorry about that,” Josh says, and Jake gives a similar condolence. You don’t mind that the information has been shared with them, though you’re curious how Sam and Danny relayed it to them. You appreciate their sincerity.

“Thank you guys,” you say, your face once again hot.

There’s a bit of an awkward silence between the four of you for a moment.

“You know, Sam actually really-“ Josh starts, but is quickly interrupted by a mass of drinks being slammed onto the table, a few of them spilling over a bit as Sam shuffles back into his seat next to you.

“Beers for the boys,” he exclaims, sliding the 4 glass pints he was somehow carrying by himself across the table to the others.

“And Jack and coke for the lady,” he adds, holding the drink up and bowing his head as if he is presenting you with some prestigious gift. His words are a bit more slurred, and movements more spastic than they were when you first met him at the door.

“How are you significantly more wasted than us already?” Danny asks through a laugh, also catching his change in demeanor.

“I've been sneaking shots with the bartender,” Sam admits with a sly grin. "They all just hit me at once."

Danny gives Sam a disapproving, but amused look, shaking his head. Sam cackles, lifting his pint to the middle of the table.

“Cheers to good drinks and good company,” he shouts a little too loudly.

The rest of you follow suit, exclaiming various cheers and clinking your glasses together. The boys then precede to chug their beers, the foamy liquid going down most of their faces and drenching the collars of their shirts. You watch in amusement before doing your best to chug your own drink. You hear them begin to rally you on once they notice your attempt, the ice in your glass making gulping the drink down a challenge. You finally get the last of it, with only a small dribble going down the side of your face, and you slam the empty glass to the table. They cheer in celebration for your completion, and you beam a smile, wiping your face with the back of your hand. You feel unexplainably elated in this moment, their high spirits easing any anxiety you had before.

Man, do these boys know how to drink. You all eventually get up from the booth to go stand right by the bar, which provided closer access to the liquor and any action that was going on, the place even more packed than when you had arrived. Before you know it, you have downed 2 more Jack and cokes, as well as quite a few other shots that have been pushed into your hands by one of the guys. You don’t even know what they were shots of, but they made you feel warm and tingly as you downed each one.

Not before long, you are thoroughly drunk, and you suddenly have the feeling that you need to break the seal. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, which was just a singular, closet-sized room at the far end of the bar. To your relief there is no line for it, and you stumble in, locking the door behind you. It takes way too much effort to unbutton your jeans, and when you’re sitting down on the toilet your body begins to sway, your head hanging back as you look up at the dingy ceiling. You drunkenly giggle to yourself. You hadn’t been this wasted in a long time, and you are balancing on that fine line between being just the right amount of drunk and being sick. After you finish, you wash your hands and look at yourself in the mirror, gripping the edges of the sink to steady yourself. You look and feel so pretty, even though your makeup is smudged at the corners your eyes, and your flattened hair is stuck to the sides of your face with sweat, and your gut is definitely sticking out a bit from all of the carbonated drinks. You feel fantastic, and you shoot finger guns at yourself in the mirror, tipping your head back in another laugh before unlocking the door.

As you pull the door open, a tall, lanky body comes barreling in with it. They crash into you, causing you to let go of the door and take several steps back into the restroom to catch you both. They steady themselves by gripping at both of your arms, their head resting on your shoulder for a second. It doesn't take long at all before you realize that it's Sam, the wisps of his long hair tickling the side of your face.

“Fuck, my bad,” he laughs, his polite tone indicating that he didn’t yet recognize you. When he does lift his head and steps back, his whole face lights up, as if he was seeing you for the first time all night.

“Y/N, there you are!” he exclaims, wrapping you into a tight hug and rocking you back and forth. This is the second time you had embraced Sam today, but this instance is far more pleasant, even though he smells strongly of beer and whiskey.

“I thought you ditched me.”

You let out a muffled laugh against his chest.

“No Sam, I’m still very much here,” you assure.

“Good, I’m glad you're here,” he says, easing his hold on you. You lightly push his chest back with your palm so you can look at his face, and his eyes are glossy with drunkenness, a grin peaking at the sides of his mouth.

You both just stare at each other, his hands still around your sides. After a moment they begin to slide down to your waist, his hold on you gentle and movements hesitant, as if he's expecting you to stop him. You don't though, the sensation making your chest flutter. You can’t help but glance down at his lips, which are pink and full with a wet sheen. He purses them together for a moment, and his expression changes to something more alluring, almost lustful. When you look up at his eyes, they’re studying your features fervently. Your hand is still placed against his soft, bare chest and you can feel his heart beating against it, and you swear it’s going faster than it was just a few moments ago. At this point yours is racing, and your breath catches in your throat when he starts to lean into you. Your mind begins to fill with a million thoughts that you can’t even fully fabricate at the moment, but you know that you don’t want him to stop.

Your faces are centimeters away from each other when the door to the bathroom swings open, and you instinctively shove Sam away from you.

“Fuck you Jake, I’m going first,” Josh is yelling over his shoulder as he stumbles in.

He halts at the sight of you and Sam. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he bows his head and holds his hands up in apology.

“Pardon me, lady and gentleman,” he says in a funny accent you can’t pinpoint the dialect of. “Excuse my interruption. Please, carry on.”

“Dumbass,” Sam laughs to his brother, walking forward and pushing past him. He turns around and motions for you to follow.

“Dumbass?” Josh repeats, sounding dramatically offended. “You left the door unlocked! I had to piss.”

You shake your head in amusement, following behind Sam. You were disappointed by the interruption, but it was forgotten once you rejoined the chaotic function that was going on outside of the bathroom door.

Danny and Jake were on the small stage by the front windows of the bar, arm in arm as they belted a Neil Young song on a karaoke system. The lyrics rhythmically scrawl across the neon screen behind them as they sway back and forth, taking sips of beer in between verses from pitchers they were each gripping. You, along with Sam and eventually Josh after his restroom break, cheer them on with the rest of the crowd until the last note. They hop off stage and make their way back to you, Sam and Josh.

“Come on,” Sam calls to you once you all reunite. You shake your head, already knowing what he was asking of you, but he grabs your hand and drags you to the direction of the stage anyway. He does his best to help you onto the small, elevated platform, though he ends up being the one that needs assistance, his clumsy frame crashing into one of the speakers. Once situated, he fumbles through the selection of songs before he chooses one.

“It’ll be fun,” he keeps assuring, and eventually the first notes of “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart”, a duet of course, begins to play. You admittedly love this song, and you let out a sigh of defeat before joining him at the single microphone. You two sing together, rather off-key even though no one seems to mind, your bodies turned inward towards each other with the mic stand between you.

♫ Don’t go breakin’ my heart

I couldn’t if i tried ♫

You exchange amused glances at each other as you switch lines, but when you come together at the end of every chorus, he sings the words to you with a sort of full intention that strikes you somewhere deep. It’s almost like he’s giving you a warning.

You’re too drunk to really think deep into it, but the selection seems intentional.

Nevertheless, you two sing every word to your fullest potential. When it’s over, the drunken crowd is too loud and chaotic to really even notice, only a few claps are heard outside of the overzealous applause coming from the three boys at the front. Sam grabs your hand and motions for you to bow, thanking the inattentive crowd as if you just performed something legendary.

It isn’t until 2am that you file out of the bar with the boys, drunk and happy as can be. Once outside, Sam immediately pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a slow drag and exhaling it into the cool air. You extend two fingers to him to signal that you want a puff, but instead of handing you his, he pulls another fresh one out of the pack just for you. He carefully cups his hand in front of your face to light it for you as you inhale.

“Thanks,” you say, giving him a wide smile as the smoke escapes between your teeth. He laughs.

“No problem.”

“Hey Sammy, we’re gonna head home. I think we’re playing a round at the course in the morning,” Danny calls out from behind you, the twins at his side.

“You know, if we’re not all too hungover.”

He looks between the two of you, dancing around the question of whether or not Sam would be ending the night with them. Sam glances at you.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” he asks.

“Sure if you want, I’m just a few blocks away,” you say, considering that you’d hate to bring up the opportunity to have another predatory encounter. Walking alone at night makes you especially nervous.

“Alright, I’ll meet you guys later,” Sam calls back to Danny. He seems to have anticipated that response, nodding his head.

You exchange goodbyes with the other boys before turning in the direction of your apartment, Sam falling in step next to you.

“Thank you for inviting me tonight,” you say after a few moments of walking. “You guys are really fun.”

“Yeah, I was a bit anxious to see how they’d be,” Sam says with a laugh. “But they didn’t seem to give you too hard of a time.”

“No, they were perfect gentlemen,” you assure. “A little loud and excitable, but gentlemen nonetheless.”

He nods his head in agreement, taking another drag of his cig. You spend most of the walk not speaking, the only sound coming from your boots grazing the concrete and the occasional shout or siren in the distance. You’re happy to find that it’s not awkward at all, silently enjoying each other's presence like you had in his car earlier. You’re only a block away from your apartment when you do speak again.

“I have a question,” you say, your voice cutting the silence and traveling down the empty city street. You can feel a tension suddenly build between the two of you.

“Sure, go ahead,” Sam says, glancing at you. The inflection in his voice sounds curious.

You’re hesitant to continue, trying to formulate how to initiate a discussion with him that was long overdue. But you realize the question is simple.

“Why?” is all you ask, and you look back at him and see confusion painted across his face, his eyes shifting back and forth.

“Why…what?” he questions, a nervous laugh following.

It’s like you finally unhinged the lock to all of your thoughts and feelings about Sam, and they’re finally pouring out.

“Why were you so mean to me before today? Why did it take such a jarring situation for you to begin treating me like more than just an inconvenience?” you continue, and your words and tone sound much more desperate than you had intended. “I don’t understand what I even did for you to treat me like that in the first place.”

His pace had slowed at the first question, and by the time you’ve finished, he’s come to a complete halt in the middle of the sidewalk. You stop too, watching him closely as you hold your breath in anticipation. He runs the side of forefinger against his jaw in contemplation, seeming like it’s taking him a moment to come up with the right words. His gaze drops down at the sidewalk in front of him before speaking.

“I just don’t know how to act when I’m around you,” he finally admits, his voice sounding much smaller compared to yours.

His eyes flick up at you when you don’t reply. You just look at him puzzled, silently urging him to continue.

He lets out a deep sigh, and you catch him rolling his eyes briefly, that familiar attitude he’s always had with you peaking through. But with the way he’s biting the inside of his cheek, he looks less annoyed and more like he’s nervous, maybe even embarrassed. He bites at his bottom lip, then opens his mouth to continue.

“Y/N, you just do something to me that I can’t even begin to explain. It’s something so profound and overwhelming, that I think I just used anger to materialize it into something manageable,” he confesses, his features mirroring his repentant tone.

You nod your head, even though his words are a lot to process.

“I like being in control, but when I’m around you, it feels like all control escapes me. You just walk into the room and I panic,” he continues, and your heart skips a beat.

You furrow your brows in apprehension, forgetting for a moment the malice that he had used to hide these newly exposed emotions. Sober you would be cynical by his sudden change in character, but in your current inebriated state, you’re eating this up.

“Then after everything that happened today, I think it all finally just clicked. Seeing you so scared and hurt, and then holding onto me for comfort made me never want to let go of you, and I felt so guilty for ever possibly making you feel a similar way,” he carries on his admission to you, and your face begins to feel warm.

“You’re a light to be around, and I’m sorry I ever tried to block you out.”

You can’t help but to feel flustered, his words mixing up a million different emotions in you at once. You shake your head in disbelief, and you can’t help but break into a smile. He had looked genuinely solemn while telling his confession, but his expression lightens when he sees yours. He breathes out a laugh.

“God, please say something,” he begs, and his desperation amuses you. You reach a hand to squeeze his arm assuringly.

“It’s okay, Sam. You’re forgiven,” you state. “I had no idea what was going on either, I just genuinely thought you hated me for whatever reason.”

You begin to resume your trek down the sidewalk.

“You know, analyzing and fully feeling my emotions has never been my strong suit,” he calls out from behind you, and you hear him quicken his pace.

“That’s okay,” you reply as he once again falls into step next to you. “We can work on that.”

Not before long, you’re standing in front of your apartment complex.

“This is me,” you say as you stop in front of it, staring up at the high-rise building.

“Glad we made it safe and sound,” Sam says, lightly bumping into your side as he stops next to you.

You both stand there for a few tense moments, and you’re unsure of what to do or say next. You eventually sigh, shrugging your shoulders.

“Well, goodnight Sam,” you say, beginning to walk away towards the front lobby doors. You smirk to yourself, knowing he’s probably going to protest the abrupt end in some fashion, but you expect it to be verbal.

That’s why you gasp when you feel a hand snake around your waist, and it swiftly spins you around. Before you know it, your lips are pressed against Sam’s. The kiss is deep and passionate, his lips just as soft and supple as they had looked when you were admiring them before. His hand gently wraps around the nape of your neck and into your hair, and remains there when you pull away.

“Come on, I just poured my heart out to you,” he says in a silvery sweet voice. “You’re not gonna invite me up?”

You toss your head back in a laugh, lightly slapping your hand against his chest.

“Were you only playing nice just now so you could sleep with me?” you question with a suspicious tilt of your head, taking fake offense. “Because if so, that was a very convincing performance.”

He laughs, shaking his head.

“Of course not,” he affirms, his eyes brimming with desire.

“I just thought we needed to at least finish where we left off earlier. You know, before our rude interruption,” he recalls, and your mind flashes back to the electric moment you had with him in the bar bathroom, only before his brother’s intrusion ultimately killed the mood.

You beam up at him, pondering what to do. You honestly want nothing more than to bring him upstairs with you, but you also love the idea of making him beg for it. His comment about liking control lingers in your mind, and something wicked in you tempts you to challenge that.

He tries to bring you in for another kiss, but you don’t let him. His grip on you loosens as you pull away, wagging a finger in front of his face teasingly.

“I literally just forgave you for months of patronizing me,” you counter playfully.

You lean forward briefly to give him one last peck, and you can tell he’s aching for more by the way his lips firmly press against you, his hand reaching for yours as you begin to step out of his reach.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” you call out, dropping his hand and once again making your way to the lobby entrance.

You look over your shoulder to see him one more time. To your satisfaction, he’s shaking his head, his tongue poking in his cheek in lighthearted defeat. He waves, and you return the gesture before walking through the sliding glass doors and up the elevator, back to your apartment that is still disheveled from when you got ready for the night. You clean up as best as you care to, washing off your makeup and stripping down to your underwear to sleep, not bothering to find your pajama set in the mess of clothes on your bedroom floor. You flick off the lights and crawl under the covers, more than ready to sleep.

Right before you doze off, your phone buzzes from your nightstand. You lazily reach for it, eyes blinking open to adjust to the bright light. The name above the message reads “Dickhead (work)”, which is what you had respectfully typed into your contact list after having to retrieve Sam’s phone number for a work instance once. The name is an amusing reminder of what Sam meant to you at just the beginning of this long, eventful day.

You click open the message, and you smile sheepishly at the screen once you read its contents;

“Meet me at the course early tomorrow. I want to show you something.”

Next Chapter

#FINALLY #i meant to post this like 2 days ago #but i kept going back to edit more #sry sry #hope u like!#off limits #sam kiszka #sam x reader #gvf fanfic #gret van fanfic #greta van fleet #gret van fleet fic #writing

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theladylovingcrow · 5 years ago

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New Places, Friendly Faces Part 3 (Sanny)

https://theladylovingcrow.tumblr.com/post/189298208331/new-places-friendly-faces-part-2-sanny

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), lil bit of Danny/Ronnie but he's quickly swept away with Sam

Length: about 2.3k

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Diner AU, No band AU, fluff, some angst, awkwardness, first dates, you know the ones where person A's date is failing and person B comes and sits with them, sorry i forgot what its called but that, hand holding, flirting, Sanny

Summary: Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for *weeks* to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

Author's Notes: Yep! I've officially adopted an every Monday post schedule for this, so that's cool! Just an fyi about the ending of this chapter, I'm so sorry to disappoint of you're hoping for a magical portal but that's not it (that wpuld have been cool but this is a mundane story)

https://theladylovingcrow.tumblr.com/post/189298208331/new-places-friendly-faces-part-2-sanny

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"Right... well, I'm officially off duty once I ring you up, so why don't you two get out of here and have some fun."

Danny fished into his pocket one handed, finding his wallet. He tried to open it and get a ten out while still holding on to Sam, but it was pretty difficult so he was forced to let go in order to pay. He thought it was a little overly dramatic of his heart, but it literally stopped beating out of disappointment for a second. God. He was already completely whipped.

Sam stood up and grabbed the keys, going back to his other table to put on his coat while Danny got his change back from Ronnie. She, now sitting at the table with her other brothers, waved them goodbye as they exited the cozy diner, stepping out into the frigid snow.

Sam immediately grabbed Danny's hand back, putting both of them in his pocket as he started to walk around the back of the building to the employee's section of the parking lot.

Sam suddenly stopped, turning to look at Danny. "Shit, wait, how did you come here? Do you have a car?"

"Uhh, my mom dropped me off."

Sam nodded and kept walking. Danny, for some reason, didn't want to leave it at that - Sam didn't seem overly judgemental, but he wanted to show that he wasn't a completely helpless dork.

"Usually I get her car on the weekends," he continued, "but she had some thing to attend over in North Star and she couldn't get a ride. She brought me here and gave me money for the bus to take home."

"Hey, well, now you don't have to take the bus!"

Sam grinned at him, unlocking the door to his sister's car and opening it for Danny. He smiled to himself and ducked his head, getting in. Fuck whatever societal expectations - not like they really applied to gay couples anyways - he loved to be treated sweetly, too.

Starting the ignition and carefully backing out of the parking space, Sam laughed, loud and happy. Danny looked at him curiously.

"Oh my god, I just picked up a total hottie and we're going on a rendezvous in my sister's car! This is crazy!"

Danny laughed, too, amazed at the situation. Like, holy shit, he was in this guy's (sister's) car that he had met less than an hour ago and they were on their way to who knew where. And he didn't even care! Never in his life had Danny been less concerned about the future; his music, his golfing, school, the world at large, none of it mattered when Sam was sitting next to him, singing along to Jimi Hendrix and looking absolutely stunning in the passing lamplight.

They drove for a time, speeding past cozy houses and dense acres of trees that outlined the starlit sky. Sam didn't seem to have a destination in mind any time soon, and Danny didn't really care if the car never stopped driving. The radio started to fuzz out as the got further into the woods, and nothing but an old talk show was coming in, so Sam had Danny put in his Clapton CD he'd left in Ronnie's car.

"I was looking for that! Figured I'd left it in here, but I don't get the car as often now that she's working more."

Danny nodded, enjoying hearing these little bits about Sam's siblings. It always interested him - learning small facts about people and getting glimpses into their lives, even more so when he was very interested in that person themselves, too.

"So, Ronnie is older than you, right?"

"Yeah, yeah she's a year older than me, she just started taking some classes at the adult school in Saginaw. She's been working at Gerald's for awhile, but she gets adult hours, now, which is good because we like to stay out late and go see her," Sam laughed.

"Oh, that's cool. What about your brothers, the twins? Are they your only other siblings?"

"Yes, fortunately. I don't know how Mom and Dad handled us, we're all within three years of each other. What about you, are you an only child?"

Danny had been right, they were all close in age. Four kids, two of them twins! He still couldn't wrap his head around how that could possibly work out for the parents, but they all seemed to be nice people and clearly got along well. It was pretty nice, actually, having a (potential) boyfriend with a good relationship with his family - Danny knew that it might of been a slightly unfair dating requirement, but he wanted someone who loved their family as much as he did.

"I have a younger sister, she's a freshman at Frankenmuth High. I'm a senior, by the way."

"Wait, what? Me too! I wonder why I've never seen you if we go to the same school. How have I never noticed you before?" Sam exclaimed, making a sharp turn and pulling off of the paved road onto a dirt track.

Danny contemplated that, too. How one Earth had he never seen Sam if they went to the same fucking school? Sam was, like, *magnetic* or something, it didn't make any sense.

Sam interrupted him, not meaning to, as he was about to speak. "Alright, we're here. Sorry, continue," he grinned at Danny, looking sheepish at cutting him off. Danny smiled in return, telling him it was alright.

They got out of the car, shutting the doors gently so as not to disturb the peaceful nighttime forest, and also not to dent Ronnie's car.

Danny resumed what he was saying as Sam led him around to the trunk and started rooting around. "About not seeing me at school, well, you didn't have a reason to until now. I mean, it's not like a lot of people know me, I don't have many friends and I kinda tend to stay to the side."

"I can't imagine how you don't have tons of people hanging off of you," Sam said, looking up at Danny with his foxy eyes glinting in the moonlight. (That was cheesy, Danny knew - but his eyes were beautiful) "Like, the only explanation I can come up with as to why you don't have half of the school constantly begging you to notice *them* is because everyone is crazy."

He blushed and grinned, enjoying the feeling of being the one flirted with for once. It was beyond comprehensible for Danny as to why Sam seemed so taken by *him*, but it wasn't something he wanted to give up anytime soon if he could help it, confusion or not.

"Wow, you are a smooth talker, aren't you?"

Sam snorted. "Hardly. I'm telling you what I honestly think, and it's this: I've known you for maybe two hours, and you are the kindest, sweetest, smartest, most beautiful person I've ever met. Past maybe my mother, but that's different. You deserve all the friends in the world, and you could have any boy or girl you choose, I'm sure."

"Well, I'm choosing you," Danny said, blushing and grabbing Sam's hand. He didn't know what it was, but he was being particularly mushy today. Luckily, Sam seemed to really like it.

Sam led him away from the car after locking it up, one arm carrying a briefcase looking container, and the other's hand holding Danny's. They walked through the light snowfall and under heavy bows of trees, going along a path Danny couldn't see but that, apparently, Sam knew well.

Danny had the quick thought that Sam was going to murder him, and maybe he shouldn't ignore his survival instincts, but he decided that Sam would *never* kill him. He also asked, though, just to be sure.

"Are you planning on killing me out here?"

Sam laughed his donkey bray, swinging their hands and taking another slight turn around a large tree. "No, I don't think I'd be able to physically overpower you, you're probably way stronger than I am."

"Oh, yeah? But what about a gun? What's in the box, Sammy?"

Danny was grinning inside, though externally he blocked it so that his facade wouldn't slip. Sam stopped and stood in front of him.

"I'll show you what's in the box!" Sam said, holding it up in front of his crotch like that SNL sketch.

"Ooh, my favorite!" Danny wiggled his brows, staring at the box where, right behind it, was Sam's dick. They both laughed, faces rosy and eyes crinkled.

Danny was glad that he had chosen Sam over Ronnie, not only for the fact that Sam actually liked him back, but that he got along so well with him. Even if the romance was a bust, he could tell that they would be very good friends, the connection was that immediate. And, he liked the idea of being best friends with a guy and then also getting to fuck his brains out at the end of the day.

'I'm getting ahead of myself, he said he has standards.'

'*No*, he said that he won't fuck you in his sister's car, but he wants to.'

"Sam, dude, where are we going? What are we doing out here, like, really?" He choked out, dying to know and also hoping that the plans included at least a kiss.

Danny hadn't been this desperate to kiss someone in- possibly forever, really. He didn't know why he was so intent on getting Sam's lips on him (though, he supposed he did: like, *look* at Sam's mouth). It wasn't like himself to be this out of control - albeit on his own head - but Sam had this effect on him.

Logically, Danny knew that if Sam wanted to go slower he would totally respect that choice and not even be put out about it, he liked just being with Sam that much. But, a kiss.... He wanted just a taste, in case this was the only date he got to have with Sam.

"We're almost there, and then I'll show you," Sam said quietly.

They continued walking, going up a gentle slope and then around a giant boulder. When they came around the other side, Danny saw that the rock had been obscuring a pristinely white, snow covered clearing. All around them, flakes fell softly from the sky, some decorating the trees, and others landing on their heads.

Sam turned to look at him, grinning. "Isn't it pretty? I feel like, whenever I come here, I've entered another dimension or something."

Danny nodded, his breath nearly taken away by the delicate magic of the moment. Well, it wasn't completely perfect - his nose was running, his gloveless hands were both freezing and clammy in Sam's, and he had no fucking clue where he was - but Sam was so, so beautiful in this place he had brought them to.

They stood and stared at the scene, taking in everything, from the stars peaking out from in between the clouds to the feel of their thumbs rubbing back and forth over each other's knuckles.

After a few minutes of silence, Sam broke it, speaking softly, "This is one of my favorite places on Earth to be. We come here during all seasons, but there's just something more.... *special*, I guess, when everything is pure and damp and quiet."

"It's really nice, I can see why you like to bring people here."

"Actually," Sam paused, looking shyly at Danny, "I've never taken anyone else. As far as I can tell, my family are the only people who know about it."

"Really? I- thank you so much for bringing me to such a special spot for you," he gasped, grinning back at Sam's little smile.

Danny was floored, absolutely amazed with this moment in his life. Sam had, for reasons he couldn't understand but figured he'd better stop worrying about, taken him to a place that no one else had been to. It was an intimate, deeply trusting gesture that he'd made, and Danny received it full-heartedly. The scenery felt sacred, now, in a way that he couldn't quite describe but that filled him with content.

"This really does mean a lot, that you're letting me view your spot. I don't know how to say thank you enough for trusting me with this- can I, maybe, take you somewhere special to me next time?"

He was shooting his shot, and praying to whatever deity felt nearest in this winter forest that it would hit it's mark. Sam had decided to take him here right after meeting him, so it *would* work, right? Danny really fucking hoped that it did, and that he hadn't ruined the relationship they were building. It was newly born and a little confusing, but in a good way; they were already fused together somehow, a connection running through them to make it seem like they'd known each other for years instead if hours.

"I'll go anywhere you wanna take me," Sam answered. He looked aware of how cliche what hed said was, but he also didnt seem to care. Damny was internally screaming with joy. "I wasn't sure where I was driving, at first, but I ended up on the path here, and it felt right. You being here feels nice and right."

Danny was smiling openly, happiness on display. He swung their hands and looked up at the sky, where the snow clouds where starting to clear, the last of the flakes finishing their journey to the ground. Sam leaned into him slightly, a pleasurable warmth permeating into Danny's body through the many layers of their clothing.

"This is perfect! I was hoping the clouds would clear up, cause this wouldnt really be much fun without it. Now, c'mon, let me show you the inside."

Danny was completely confused, again. "The inside?"

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phandom-phriend · 5 years ago

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Day 2: Retirement Home

AO3

It may not come as a shock to learn that there is no ‘retirement’ for ghosts. What need would there be? Possessed with more energy than their living selves, there’s no reason to retire as a ghost unless you were moving on. With no rules and only the Ancients having jobs (unless it was your obsession like with Walker and Ghost Writer. But they enjoy what they do so it hardly counts) it’s as if the Ghost Zone is their retirement home.

But humans are another story.

Jazz, now in her early 50’s, makes her way into the large stone building. The white walls and chemical smell that would be toxic to most didn’t phase her in the slightest. When you live in a three story lab for most of your childhood these things become second nature. Along with being cautious of food and expecting things to blow up at random, of course.

With powerful steps, Jazz’s black flats marched right past the front desk, having been coming here once a week and with her studious nature of hers, she was sure she knew the layout better than some of the staff members at this point. 52 and still on top of everything, just as it always has been, and always will be.

Howling laughter echoed in the hall of a voice she knew as well as her own. Chaos swarmed around her in the form of flying paper and fleeing patients but the orange haired girl could only roll her eyes and ignore it. Two months here seemed to not hinder the absolute chaos of her family. Well, she certainly wouldn’t have it any other way.

Entering the door to her left that is covered in scorch marks and dents, she smiled as her father pointed his new invention made from the bits and pieces of the retirement home. It seemed to be another blaster of sorts, soon to be confiscated like every other thing he and her mother built. Even in retirement those two can’t even pretend to slow their energy down.

“Dad, you’re scaring the inmates again.” Jazz scolded softly, knowing that no matter what she said right now, she would walk into this exact same picture next week.

“Hello, Jazz!” her mother called. Even with age she is lean and fit, keeping up with a good diet and exercises that no warning for her health or fagil bones could stop. She still wore her jumpsuit as well, although the hood and goggles haven’t been part of it for years since Danny confessed his fear of them.

“Jazz! Not bringing the family today?”

Their daughter shook her head. “No, they’ll be here next week though.”

Maddie nodded. “And Danny?”

The older sibling paused and looked down. Ever since Danny turned eighteen the boy had stopped aging altogether. Jazz theorized that it was because boys were typically fully developed by 18 and with no more to do, his ghost half stopped the process altogether. And things were fine for a while. Danny did have to come clean to his parents when he was 20 after some intense questioning, but things had smoothed out. For a few years. Until, that is, the rest of their ageing became more apparent.

Danny, looking youthful as ever, hated seeing their wrinkles and tired eyes they had developed over the years. Jazz thinks it’s because he’s watching them fade away and leaving him alone, but Danny insists that it’s just because of the old people smell.

“I’m not sure.” Jazz confessed. “He hasn’t called me this week.”

“Do you think he’s okay?” her dad asked worriedly.

“Oh, he’s fine! He was on the news this morning, stopped a ghost from taking over the world.”

“That’s my boy!”

“He’s certainly gotten quicker. I hadn’t even heard of a ghost attacking!” Maddie chimed in, proud.

“Yeah, he’s been working hard.” Jazz agreed. “I still wish that he’d-”

Before she could finish her sentence, a white haired ghost flew through the ceiling into the room. Slight fangs, one glowing blue eye and updated jumpsuit, but still the hero they knew and loved.

“Sorry for the weird entrance.” he began, transforming back into Fenton. “I had to take care of something and this seemed easier.”

“Glad to see you Danny-boy!” Jack cheered, hitting his sons back with enthusiasm.

“Danny! How have things been? We heard you stopped another evil ghost!”

The younger sibling scratched the back of his neck bashfully. Getting praises were still weird to him, even now. It was a lot easier to deal with his haters at times. “Good! Good. Uh, I’ve been meaning to tell you guys something.” His ice blue eyes locked with Jazz’s ocean blue. “All of you.”

Even now Jazz was typically Danny’s go-to consultant with news and help, so it came as a shock that there was something, seemingly important, that he hadn’t told her. “What is it, Danny?”

The younger boy pulled out a pin about the size of a golf ball from his worn jean pocket. It was a yin and yang symbol but one side was a green ghost and the other a sun rather than the usual balck and white. “I have officially been deemed an ancient.”

“What?!” The three other Fenton’s howled in unison.

“Yeah… I couldn’t believe it either. It’s been hundreds of thousands of years since an ancient was formed. Everyone kind of assumed that was it. But, here I am. Breaking another boundary. Guardian of Peace.”

Maddie jumped up and hugged her son tightly, Jack and Jazz joining in soon after. “That’s fantastic! My son! A guardian! How wonderful!”

The halfa laughed lightly. “It’s still weird to me but…” He pulled out three more of the same pins from his other pocket, putting the original back where he got it. His family backed up, watching intently. “I would like you to be part of this with me.”

“What do you mean?” Jack asked.

“If you clip this pin on you are officially seen by the Ghost Zone as my close companion or partner. Some use them for subjects or servants, but that’s not how I roll.” He rolled his eyes and shuddered at the thought. “Basically all you will have to do is tap it to contact me directly, no matter what form I’m in. And if you’re in trouble or hurt anyone with a pin will be given an indicator, like a buzz or light. Well, except for me because mine is different. It’s more of a disguise for my human half so I won’t have an energy aura around me.”

“Do all ancients have these?” Jazz questioned in awe.

“No, only those who want to. It’s not an easy process to create so most don’t go through the effort.”

Maddie took hers and pinned it to her suit, swearing that she could feel it’s energy and love surround her. A constant reminder of her ghost fighting son.

Jack and Jazz put theirs on at the same time, smiling at the same feeling. It was peaceful, nice. A calm that the Fenton’s all needed, even if just for a moment.

But that moment was broken by the blue air of Danny’s ghost sense. “Sorry, guys. Duty calls!” And with that Danny Transformed and was gone.

“....So want to see our newest invention?!” Jack asked his daughter excitedly.

Well, when you’re a Fenton, there is just no such thing a weird anymore.

“Sure, dad.”

#danny phantom #a year of Danny Phantom prompts #day 2 #old age #time passing #ancient danny #guardian #guardian danny #fangs #powerful

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nowitsdarkfic · 5 years ago

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chapter one (the girl in the gutter)

“White on white translucent black capes, back on the rack. Bela Lugosi's dead. The bats have left the bell tower, the victims have been bled. Red velvet lines the black box... Bela Lugosi's dead.” -”Bela Lugosi’s Dead”, Bauhaus

October 12, 1988. Oswego, New York.

“Kill me now,” is what I say as I stare out the window.

The rain is my one true friend now. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to make a good friend on top of this--I’m sure everyone knows about it, the whole thing where if someone, and by someone I mean myself, wasn’t en route to a college or a university, or working a job already, they were kind of left out in the cold. Sure, there have been plenty of acquaintances, but as far as someone I could sit with and feel myself to be true with them, it’s been a while. The whole twisted thing about everything that happened was that it happened so quick. It was four years ago Scott and Frank told me I could hold the microphone in my hand. Four years ago, and last year we may as well have hiked up to the North Pole and stood up a big black flag with the word “NOT!” emblazoned on it, beholding the fact we had conquered the world in the wake of Cliff’s ashes. We rose up like the phoenix, and I was the man on fire.

There is absolutely nothing like standing out in the rain with all of your things taken out from the studio, slung over your shoulder, and your old band mates were the ones throwing you out there into the darkness while the gutters overflow over your head. There isn’t a feeling like it.

And if anyone believes that I had had enough, know for a fact I was asked to leave. I had vowed to rid of the problem, to replace all of the booze with black coffee. I mean, Jesus, I like to have fun with this sort of thing. What’s the point of doing it if I’m not going to have a little fun with it all every now and then? And it’s not like I was drinking a ton so to speak--at least I wasn’t doing those drug loaded pirate raids the four of them would do with Skid Row and Ratt. But I specifically recall telling Scott, verbatim, after he threatened to leave if I did nothing, that I would not have a sip of alcohol as long as I was a member of the band. And yet, for whatever reason, that promise did not suffice or click with any of them.

I think the sound of my phone ringing this morning and waking me up will haunt me for as long as I live. I still hear Jonny’s voice on the other end, telling me it was official. They had made the decision behind closed doors and I had been thrown out on my ass as of that morning, but he never elaborated why.

The next thing I remember was asking him why and the sound of the other end hanging up. No, Jonny, come back. Come back!

Fuck.

I lay there for a minute on my recliner before I even hung up the phone myself. I just reposed with the mouthpiece of the phone pressed to the side of my face, and the cord laying on my neck while I heard the drone of the dial tone right in my ear. They were like my friends, my first friends in a long time following high school, and yet they still showed their dark face to me. Something told me I stood at fault.

It was my fault. It was my fault the band was in turmoil and Frankie and Charlie had that massive blow up that day. It was my fault the new album coasted on the success of Among the Living. It was all my fault.

Once I hung up the phone, I could only crawl back into bed. I only did it for a bit because I refused to mope and wallow in my misery. Even as I took a walk outside, jacket zipped up and hands in my pockets, struggling to hold my head up high even though I sustained a huge punch in the stomach and slap in the face, within time, the lake began weeping with me. There’s a trail that runs along the water’s edge and when I’m in a depressive mood such as this, I take a walk along the soft earth there--I’m half Indian, I feel the cold earth deep within my soul. It’s a part of me. It’s my heart. Since it’s October, and the eve of my twenty-eighth birthday, the lake effect makes its way here, and often when I least expect it.

At one point during my walk, I noticed those feathery plumes emerging from the top of the water. I could feel the cold wind running through my hair and upon the crown of my head. I had to stop in place right next to boulder twice as large as me to better feel the cold. I had faith they were the act for me, such that I felt it in my bones. There’s nothing like this very feeling here.

They say someone is most themselves when they’re alone. Well, if the tears welling up in my eyes due in part to the pain in my chest or the incoming frigid rain should note anything, it’s that I’m alone.

When I came back to my apartment, I crawled inside of my own kitchen and a tiny box of Mike n Ikes for a bit. It’s not enough. A hollow skinny man needs to be filled up again. Maybe when the rain clears up a bit I’ll walk down to the Bitters for a cup and something of substance—a cup of Joey rather. It is a few hours before I turn twenty-eight, after all.

Twenty-eight years old. I joined Anthrax when I was twenty-three. It feels like a thousand years ago.

If there’s anything my mom taught me it’s to not bar grudges, though. No. I’m not like that. I don’t want to be like that. The very thought of such a thing nauseates me and leaves me feeling nothing more than disgusted with myself.

Oh... my mom. The very thought of her eases the pain and warms me up from within. It’s like eating soup on a freezing day: the room may be cold but the belly’s warm and that’s all that matters.

She and my dad are out of town right now, and I have no way of telling them I was fired because I don’t know if they left their hotel and are on the road at the moment, or not.

Twenty-eight years old and I’m spending it by myself. I live alone. I’m sitting here on my window sill looking out to the courtyard down below and watching the rain streak down the window pane. I feel the earth in my soul and she’s crying for me.

I don’t think this rain will let up any time soon and this candy is doing nothing. It’s not soup. And so I get up and head into my room for a change of the clothes and a warmer jacket: yeah, I should probably get out of this pajama shirt.

I’m taking my clothes off and out of the corner of my eye, I see my reflection in the mirror on my closet door. I’m standing there in the middle of my room in my underwear and holding a pair of jeans by the waistband, and I so happen to see this scrawny young guy staring back at me.

Not even a few hours after my release and I can see I’m wasting away, turning into nothing more than a skinny little sack of bones. My stomach is so slim, it’s like the top of a table. No, it’s like a broken, caved in surface of a table. I touch my skin, which is like touching a soft thin layer of cotton piled up on hard plywood. I need to eat something. No drinks, though: I’m not that cowardly.

I put my pants on and, once I’m zipped up, I run my fingers over my waist again. So thin.

Funny, it wasn’t more than a couple of years ago when we were in that warehouse filming the video for “Madhouse,” and I could look at my own face in the mirror across from me and feel like I had a lot going for me. I had a baby face, all round and sweet with these brown eyes and all of this black hair piled about my head, all of it as tightly coiled and coarse as the mane of a horse, and some of it springing up over the crown of my head. Now, I look like I aged about twenty years in no more than thirteen months. One of the many problems of being indigenous: I’m still just a young buck but I look like a senior with my skin sinking in and forming these odd lines. The fact I’m as skinny as I am adds to it.

I don’t feel like putting a shirt on. I changed out of my shirt for no shirt, how ‘bout that! So I put on my sweater over my body instead followed by my leather jacket. I’ve got this down.

I leave the apartment with the keys in my pocket and the hood pulled over my head, the sweater under my black leather, and my hands in the upholstered pockets. Even though there are clouds blanketing the sky overhead, I can tell the sun is setting and the light is fading. It’s a bit of a walk down to the Bitters but I’m hungry enough—I can walk there in time to get some food in my stomach and then boogie back with the last bus ride back to the complex.

Until then, I’m the man in black on this chilly evening, the tall wiry shadow making serious headway two and a half miles down the road. I have my head bowed to keep the rain out of my eyes. Maybe if I got the hell out of this town and wormed my way into the city like the little parasite that I am, Scott and the boys will take me back. I was the strange one after all: Scott and Danny had wives, Charlie and Frankie had girlfriends, whereas I went home alone. They were the essence of the city, I stood there pulling corn kernels out of my teeth. But on the other hand, out here in the sticks, I have no doubt this is home. It may not seem like much and there is a lot of bullshit to go about especially if it’s not living up near the colleges where my complex is, but for me, it’s home. I was born here, my parents live here, and my grandparents are buried in the cemetery.

I reach the corner and I feel the candy having not done enough for me. I can’t make it to the Bitters like this with my own stomach eating away at me.

I stop in place to catch my breath. I can’t do it. I need to get on the bus.

I glance to my right at the sight of the bus stop itself on the sidewalk up ahead and I take that opportunity; once I reach that glass case, I have both hands resting on my belly, I am absolutely starving.

It takes my boarding the bus and taking the seat next to a woman with long dark hair and wrapped in a raincoat when I realize this thing is taking me all the way out to the golf course and the country club. Oh God.

My stomach is killing me, and it only gets worse with the woman next to me stepping off before the interchange onto the highway. I have my back against the wall and my hands all the way into pockets, and my fingers up against my belly. The one thing separating me from my own skin is a small piece of flannel. I’m losing it, that is if I haven’t already lost it.

I’m watching the lights from the wharf illuminate the clouds overhead with the color of an orange creamsicle. The hunger and the candy having done enough is killing me. The country club is this way, and I think there’s also a bar nearby. Not that I want a drink but it’s one thing to bear in mind. Once we lumber closer to those low lights springing out of the darkness, I ring the bell over my head.

Even with the lights glowing out from the wharf, I can see the lake effect further taking place right now, which means I need to get a move on to shelter. This rain is already ridiculous and my pants are getting wet. I have my head bowed to keep the rain out of my eyes, but even that’s not enough. I’ve got an ache in my belly and I’m cold, but I’m not too far.

I feel a chill run up my spine and then bring my arms closer to my body. That bar is here somewhere, but where? The chill is growing worse and no matter what I do, I continue to feel cold. Where the hell is it?

I stop when I notice the figure in black, full in the middle and taking the shape of an hourglass, and with nothing more than a wispy cloud over its head. My skin is practically crawling at this point from the rain, which I feel will turn into snow at any given moment, and it’s only made colder by the sight of her, the sight of Death. She points a skeleton hand at me, stopping me dead in my tracks.

“Are you dead?” she asks in a voice that sounds like it’s about a mile away on the shores of Lake Ontario.

“N-No,” I stammer out, although I feel like I could be dead given my friends shut me out, my stomach is in agony, and the impending snow might freeze me above anything else.

“You must be on your way,” she retorts.

“I swear to you—my hand on my grandfather’s ashes—that I am not dead.”

“What’s your name, then?”

“Joseph Anthony Bellardini.” My voice is strong despite the incessant shivering. “But call me Joey Belladonna.”

I watch her fade out into the shadows and the cluster of spruces, bones and everything, like she never existed. I stand there, my hands crammed into my pockets and my teeth chattering like crazy. Was that Death? And if it was, does that mean I can go where it’s warm? And I still haven’t found the entrance to the country club, much less the bar.

A noise catches my ear. It’s dark except for the glow of the harbor lights and the stupid power plant over in the hills; but I look about the street until I spot the faint silhouette of a woman sprawled over the edge of the sidewalk. I look around and I can see I'm the only other person to be seen here.

I tug on the edge of the hood and run up the wet concrete. The snow is upon us, and running up the sidewalk in Chucks is dangerous, but I know for a fact there’s no one else around. I can see her face and once she comes within my line of sight, I can see the rope tied about her ankles. Once I reach her, I take a look into her rounded pale face and her black hair. She looks familiar...

It takes me a minute to see it’s the woman next to me on the bus. How’d she get here? I set one knee down next to her on the wet sidewalk, which soaks my jeans even more, but that’s the least of my problems right now.

“Hey! Hey, are you okay?” I ask her in a gentle voice. I reach for her face to look right at her.

“Are you okay?” I repeat. In the dim light, I see her part her lips but she never opens her eyes for me.

“He—Help—”

“It’s alright—it’s alright.”

“Help me—″ she sputters. I hear her groan in her throat and I knew something had happened that had to do with Death back there. The rain is relentless and my body is aching from cold and hunger but I know the club and the bar are not too far from here. I put my arms around her: she’s heavy! And the rope around her ankles only makes it harder for me. But I lean her head and shoulders against my chest, and once I stand to my feet, I clasp her to my chest with my right hand and brush her wet hair from her eyes to examine her face with my left. Even in the darkness, I can tell she’s gorgeous.

I glance around the block until I spot something on the other side of the street, like tucked behind something else. That’s either the bar or something else.

“Come on—come with me,” I coax her gently as I scoop her off of the sidewalk: my aching belly pains me even more, but I need to help this poor lady. “It’s okay—I’ve got you.” I adjust myself so that I can carry her without my back hurting on top of everything else.

“I'll take you where it’s warm,” I promise to her over the roar of the rain.

“Please—” her voice slips out from her lips like a piece of wind; “don’t hurt—me—”

“I won’t. I won’t, I promise.” I hold her close to me as I guide her down the sidewalk: it’s tricky because of the rope but I don’t think I have my pocket knife with me.

God dammit.

I reach the corner and I stop to move the hair from her face again. The light is a little better and as a result, I make out a narrow dark crease the length of my pinkie finger on her forehead. Whoever left her there must have left her there to die, hence my encounter with Death.

“What’s your name?” I ask her as the rain patters even harder around us. Even though I have her head against my chest, I smooth her hair back from her face even more. I just have the glow from the lights of the club nearby as my guide, but I can look right into her face. “What’s your name?”

“Maya,” she almost breathes it, her lips parted not even by a hair.

“Maya?” I repeat it because everything is so loud.

“Yes--” She’s fading fast. I slide my other arm under her thighs to better carry her. The dead weight of her body pulls me down like an anchor. I’ll starve to death before I let this woman die out here in the cold and wet.

“Okay, Maya. I’m Joey. Let’s go where it’s warm.” And without another word, I run across the grass to that little building tucked out of sight. I hope it’s the bar and not something else.

#joey belladonna #anthrax #heavy metal fanfics #fanfic #new fic #fanfiction #noir au #gothic horror #halloween stories #southern gothic #upstate new york #80s goth #thrash metal #heavy metal #writeblr #blackened dark flowers #after the watershed #chapter 1 #text

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kae-karo · 6 years ago

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lmao so i thought someone asked for an analysis of the gwf vid like i could’ve sworn i had that ask so y’all just have to deal with me posting it anyway here ya go lads golf gone sexual™: the final edition

the fucking. the pirate outfits. the. i’m. i don’t. i can’t. (x) ‘left over from somewhere’

fucking phil ‘u lost ur stick last time i think’ yeah phil sure yeah sure okay buddy

‘choke me daddy festive edition’ @ dan pls stop

what cuties i love them just not actually knowing what they’re doing and messing it up and these awkward long pauses before they burst into a fit of giggles i love them

why did they even bring up the ‘winter update’ like it had no relevance??

crinkly boye

don’t worry i can host dan what are u even on about

phil out here coming up with a great vid name (yo ho ho) and they went with battle for the booty smh that says everything u ever need to know abt dnp

wow even in this year of 2018 we got yet another ur mum joke (and phil’s right we do love kath)

@ dan pls stop ur bf from making weird hand gestures okay that’s,,,,,it’s unnecessary

hi they cute

‘u absolute twit nipple’ how on earth does that still sound so fond what the fuck

and another ur mum joke wow i just,,,,wow

the way dan says ‘oh my god that was good’ like. he never sounds like that??? it’s a good sound he should sound like it more often idk it’s like soft and genuine in a sort of ‘wow i did okay??’ kinda cute surprised way??

‘stop talking about how close this is’ dan,,,,,,really u thought that was bad??? really??? really?????

phil’s deep-voiced yarr and dan’s literal only reaction being that he should’ve made a pun out of it leads me to believe philip does that deep voice often enough that dan is entirely unfazed and idk how i feel abt that

‘just bounced off the rim that’s how i like to play it, don’t go in, just bounce off it’ that cheeky fuckin smile daniel please can u not

lmao the pirate outfit is unlucky hm

hi i love dan’s lil trying-not-to-smile-but-just-about-to-smile smile when he’s staring at phil it makes me happy

how did they spend ten minutes (okay ten full seconds) trying to figure out the name of the wheel

dan: makes f/phat booty pun, phil: ��they’re just filled with ass they’re not even coins’

same dan

important content

ik everyone’s said it by now but dan’s choice of adjective was great and i’m here for it (’gaily jumping off the ship’)

dan’s lil smile when phil’s ‘gaily adjusting his stance’

dimply boye

how does phil just blatantly ignore ‘phil’s edging us guys’ like idk i mean i hyperfocus too but like damn they really must just talk about that kind of stuff on a regular basis bc u don’t just tune that out y’know

phil’s distracted ‘that is so much ass’

‘yarrs’ carries the same energy as when dan made the ‘ain’t no gravy up in this kitch’ joke in the bunny biscuits vid and stared at phil and waited for his joke to be acknowledged

my kink is dan looking hilariously fond abt phil making bad sex-related comments (’it’s a strap-on’)

hey phil u know if u swear in another language it’s still swearing right?

did dan just absolutely commit to the harder flag?? without saying anything abt it? even though he lost?

phil just. out here. purposely almost-swearing. we stan

ik i saw this joke elsewhere but phil ur literally staring at a posh pirate mmkay b

i just wanna know what was going through dan’s head with ‘oingo boingo i’m a dick’ bc like. u okay there b??

ye dan we know ur geometry skills are quite lacking but glad the whole reference thing just keeps on coming up

‘they’re gonna do an exam about me and everyone’s gonna get an A star’ i mean that’s living in the phandom isn’t it? We all aspire to be phil trash, even though only One can hold the ultimate title

okay like take five seconds and take a step back they’re literally just playing golf i love how stupidly competitive they get it’s adorable

‘oh dear’ makin a comeback

plankspank.com why are they like this (at least phil didn’t buy the domain this time)

danny u have picked up ur husband’s habit of making a cawing noise whenever u get a birdie

why does he do this

physically in pain

fucking hell dan why do u have to make this so goddamn sexual i didn’t ask for this i didn’t want u talkin bout how it was a slow one and u put it in and jfc look i read phanfiction for a reason i don’t actually wanna know what ur sex life is like okay

britney spears references wow is it 2010 again or is that just all the foreplay golf,,,,,play,,,,,

dan,,,,,,,,

re: the tentacle: ‘that is gonna be right,,,,somewhere’ dan we got it u did not have to add ‘right in the poop deck’ and ur fucking noise okay we did Not need that

i lied earlier my kink is dan saying he cannot believe smth

this is just becoming a masterpost of all the weird faces dan makes

‘it’s part of the loser station for idiots who get everything wrong’ ???? dan help i can’t tell are u a seven y.o child who makes up mean insults when u lose or a twenty-seven year old adult who makes sex jokes n innuendos bc this vid is giving me mixed vibes

🎶🎶there she goes, there she goes again🎶🎶

awwwww matching nerds

dan n his fuckin squeaky i’m-making-fun-of-u voice

‘some people are just skilled booty raiders’ #dantops2k18

Important Dan Fact™ if u can see his lil corner of his mouth u can bet u could see his dimple on the other side and i’m suing bc we can’t see it

why did it take them like 3 tries to figure out they had to time it with the cannons i mean it’s like they’ve never played a vid game in their lives

bite it danny boy u know u want to u also know if it were the other way round phil would’ve bitten at dan’s finger

more dan face

phil absolutely going off topic with ‘sometimes i want to explore with fashion’ and dan’s immediate ‘oh do u now phil lmao’

‘so many textures out there’ he cute

i mean dan cute too but phil cute for sayin it

we stan boyfriends with literally the same brain whining abt lazy rivers and rude kids

hi sorry i just love watching phil when dan’s talking bc he pays so much attention like he used to not do that (back in the day) but like he just really turns and focuses on dan now and it makes me happy

i know we all adore dan’s ‘shut up’ but it always gives me life hearing phil tell dan to shut up

fond daniel

also phil’s super cute soft natural voice when he’s talking about how he keeps saying ‘watch this’

has phil ever gotten this frustrated with gwf lmao

‘bollocks’ as if that’s a thing they say

just kiss him phil goddamn i mean u wanna win right what better way to throw him off his game

why did maximum yeet have to become a thing i s2g

‘why am i helping’ bc u have absolutely no willpower and u want phil to be happy bc it makes u happy that’s why

why,,,,,,,why does everything satisfying have to be sexual phil, why. just. why. and then? golf gone sexual? as if that’s not a better title for the goddamn vid than ‘battle for the booty’ at least it’s accurate??? ‘battle for the booty’ i expect them dueling irl over who gets to top next or some shit that is why u call a vid ‘battle for the booty’

dan,,,,,,pls let ur bf make the weird noises okay

hi sorry what the Fuck is this

is that meant to be a monkey or some shit like what???????

that is a skeleton pirate thing what the hell

why does he have such a long face

idk they cute when they look at each other like they're like having a serious convo even tho they aren’t (although i wouldn’t be shocked if making puns is an important point of communication between them)

also fun fact i heard phil saying ‘jewel’ for the first like five times instead of duel

phil, realizing he’s said something he shouldn’t have

a cute

hi once again i love them

phil doing his face covering thing why does he always look at least 3x cuter when he’s doing it whilst staring at dan

‘i got the octopus, he’s gonna marry me, we’re gonna have tentacle hooked babies with parrots on the crib’

same dan same

and then he turns around n says ‘spank me with a plank and call me poopy susan’ wtf is wrong with them

‘u love a good tentacle don’t u’ show me where i asked

dan, actually considering how that would feel with all the tentacles:

how did they go from phil saying ‘you love a good tentacle’ to saying ‘(you/we) should get some of those’ to dan saying ‘no, you shouldn’t’ like uhm. wot

this

#dnp #dan and phil #dapg #danandphilgames #phan #golf with friends #pirate edition #vid analysis #moonshine gifs #kt #and yes to the person that asked for an analysis for the heartthrob vid #that's coming give me like ten mins lmao

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satans-helper · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader

Word Count: 2943

Warnings: smut [fingering; penetrative sex], 18+, read at your own discretion.

Thanks to @peacelovekiszka for the beautiful gif; thanks to the wonderful anon who indulged me in such a fun request. I really enjoyed writing this--my first oneshot Danny smut! The longest oneshot for my most favorite boy! <3

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“You’re such a dork, Danny,” you teased, nudging his arm as he showed you his golf stats on his phone. You still weren’t privy to the game itself, but you always got a kick out of him trying to tell you about his latest wins and seeing how excited he got about it all. “Show me more pictures of you in your cute outfits.”

He laughed and turned his cheek a bit, blushing as his hair got in his face.

“Daniel, stop boring Y/N with golf,” Sam instructed from the opposite end of the table, the game of Life in the center of you, Danny, Sam, Josh and Jake. “It’s your turn anyway.”

Danny put his phone back in his pocket and spun the little white wheel, the arrow landing on the number 7. He moved his blue van and landed on the tile that said “Get Married.”

“Boy or girl?” Jake teased, holding up the bag of minuscule pink and blue plastic pieces.

“Shut up, Jake,” Danny retorted. “I get a Life tile, too.”

As he reached for the tile Jake was handing him, Danny’s side brushed against you and you quickly adjusted so you weren’t touching. What you’d said about his golf outfits had been more truth than joke--you really did think he looked cute--hot, even--on the course, his look of total concentration captured in the pictures. But the slight sexual tension, if you could even call it that, between you two had always been a joke, too. More joke than truth, you figured, anyway.

You’d all gone through all the hoops of life--college, career, home, marriage, kids (except you and Josh somehow managed to skip that hurdle while Jake got stuck with three of them and Sam had twins, which was extremely ironic and hilarious to you), and retirement, finally. You’d stockpiled all your Life tiles and your cash, settling down at Millionaire Estates, feeling confident you’d be the winner, especially with how little your competitors had in comparison.

Once everything was counted though, Danny ended up being the winner by a hair, and you huffed next to him.

“You only won because you kept stealing my salary card,” you protested, going to recount your earnings.

“A teacher can’t make 100k a year anyway,” Danny grumbled next to you.

You nudged him with your elbow. “They deserve to. You were a cop! You don’t deserve it.”

“Well, I’m sorry,” Danny replied, surveying the Life tiles in his hand. “But I also won because I wrote a best-seller and I won a Nobel prize.”

“Oh, I’m so sure,” you scoffed.

“God, could you guys just fuck already?” Jake groaned, instantly causing both you and Danny to avert your attention from your bickering.

Danny seemed too stunned to say anything so you went first, simply--and harshly--asking, “What?”

“You two really do seem like you’ve got this, uh,” Josh interrupted before his twin could go on. “This sexual tension or something.”

“It’s been getting worse,” Sam chimed in.

Your whole body felt overheated, sweat already threatening to overrun your pores. You weren’t sure what to say and still Danny was silent. “That’s weird,” you finally managed to respond. “I don’t see it that way.”

“I honestly thought you already had,” Jake explained. “But Daniel told me you hadn’t, so now I really think you should.”

Finally Danny became verbal. “God, Jake--”

Thankfully Sam broke the tension by accidentally spilling all the leftover tiny blue and pink figurines onto the floor, and you started to disassemble the board and put it away. You weren’t going to touch that one. You were embarrassed they’d picked up on it--you and Danny had always been good friends, but the good friends that got in each other’s hair and annoyed one another from time to time. Which was normal, right? Yet apparently the tension had become so palpable that the Kiszka’s couldn’t keep their mouths shut and Jake had even asked Danny if you two had, what? Fooled around? Fucked?

Not that you would be opposed. Danny was sexy. Silly, sweet and sexy. But you still weren’t going to engage, not after all that. Besides, you were still pissed you lost the game.

Later that night though, it ended up being just you and Danny. Well, Sam was still there, but had passed out early on the couch after the nonstop board games and him having one too many daytime beers, and Jake and Josh had trotted off to get more snacks. You and Danny were alone then, the music in the background and Sam’s soft snoring intercepting what would otherwise be dead silence between you two.

“Sorry about that,” Danny said abruptly, cutting through your daze as you observed Sam’s steady breathing. “That was--uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay,” you replied, not needing a reminder.

“I shouldn’t have said anything to Jake, it’s just, he got on me about it,” Danny continued, running his hand through his hair. “But he’s an idiot.”

You laughed. “Sometimes friends just have sexual tension, right? That’s just how it is.”

Danny nodded silently in agreement.

You laughed again, silently to yourself. “Although you do look really hot in your golf outfits.”

He smiled at you. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s so different from what you normally wear,” you said, feeling flushed again. “But in a good way, obviously.”

There was a pause and then Danny said, gliding his fingers up your thigh, “I like the jeans you have on.”

Your heart felt like it had stopped, then it was racing. “Why?” you asked, unable to take your eyes off his hand.

“They just--um, they show you off nicely.”

You chuckled and placed your hand on top of his, stilling his movements, then dragged it up his arm and to his chest. It was happening. The possible break of all that pent up sexual tension was finally happening. Danny leaned in, both of you looking at one another for the first time in a few minutes, and he looked expectant yet hesitant--you were sure you looked the same. Still, neither of you hesitated for too long before your mouths met.

His lips were softer than you imagined. Quite soft, actually, and warm. His hand squeezed your thigh a little as you both deepened the kiss, with your hand pressing harder against his chest. You were finally able to feel those hard muscles under his shirt, and you couldn’t stop yourself from bringing it down to his abdomen to rest there, again taking in the sensation of his body. Danny did the same, moving his left hand down to your hip as you leaned into him and moved his right from your thigh up to your chest. He hesitated--you assumed to see if you’d protest--and then gently squeezed your breast, cupping it as you continued to kiss.

A particularly loud snore from Sam took you both out of your consumption of one another. You paused against Danny and he did too, lowering his hand from your breast and peering over your shoulder at his sleeping friend.

“I forgot he was there,” you said.

“Me too,” Danny replied with a laugh.

You looked at him again. He really was so beautiful, so beautiful it made your heart ache. No wonder it had been years of bickering, getting under one another’s skin and hasty, seemingly irritated touches and shoves. Jake was right--you wanted to fuck.

“Do you wanna keep going?” you asked Danny.

“Do you?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Danny looked like he was trying to pull back his excitement, but you still saw it. “My room?”

“Sure,” you answered, standing up. “Let’s let sleeping Sam’s lie.”

Danny’s bedroom felt immensely different to you then. It wasn’t just a room you’d pass in and out of if he was running late, or where you’d first listened to Led Zeppelin. It was his room, an open, physical manifestation of his aesthetics and interests, his scents and sensations.

He shut the door and immediately moved back to you, grasping your arm with one hand and the side of your face with the other, and kissed you hard. You kissed back, your kisses becoming sloppier and more eager, then you were back on the bed, working your way to the center with Danny never removing himself from you until he took off his shirt.

You parted from his mouth then, running your hands down his torso, biting your lip as your fingers traced his happy trail, lingering on the fly of his jeans. You could admit to yourself then that you’d thought about this before--the feel of his skin, the warmth of his body, the sight of him bare and ready for you.

You eased your shirt off yourself then Danny started to pull down the same jeans he’d complimented, stepping off the bed to yank them off from around your ankles. He dropped his own jeans to the floor, leaving both of you in just your underwear. When he returned to you, he brought you back into a kiss and pulled your leg over his, both of you lying on your sides.

“You can tell me when to stop,” Danny said quietly as his hand slid from your hip to between your legs, his fingertips grazing you through your underwear.

“I don’t want to stop yet,” you assured him, running your fingers through his hair and kissing him again. You moaned a little when the pressure of his fingers increased, rubbing them up and down over you, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each passing touch.

You took it upon yourself to take your bra off, unhooking it and dropping it on the floor. Danny’s kisses moved from your lips to your neck, him moving his free hand to your breast again, caressing your skin as he placed gentle kisses down your throat. You could feel him getting hard against your thigh, and you eased him back onto the bed to straddle his hips.

“I actually thought about this a lot,” you admitted, placing your hands on his chest and starting to grind yourself against him.

Danny moaned quietly before replying with, “I did, too, Y/N.”

Your wetness was soaking through both of your layers of fabric as you kept grinding, working a slow, steady rhythm on top of him. You bent down to kiss him and, as your lips just touched, Danny rolled you over and slid your underwear down your legs as he did so, everything taking place in one swift movement.

You stifled a chuckle. You hadn’t expected him to be so smooth.

Danny clasped his hand to the side of your face and kissed you so profoundly he literally took your breath away, and your hands found their way around the back of his neck, tangling in his hair. You kept your mouths on one another’s, the synchronicity deep and fluid, as his free hand found its way between your legs. You moaned into his kisses when he circled your clit with his middle finger, then slid it down slowly, even more slowly as he slid it inside you.

“Is that okay?” he asked, taking his hand off your cheek to brush his hair out of his face.

“Yeah, that’s great,” you replied. He started to pump his finger gently, working you around him, just slightly pressing the tip of his finger against your g-spot. “I didn’t think you’d have such skilled fingers.”

Danny chuckled, lowering his face to your shoulder. “Why, just because I’m a drummer? What would I be skilled with, then?”

You moaned quietly again when he slipped in a second finger. “You show me, Danny.”

He smiled and lifted himself off you, taking off his boxers before wrapping your legs around his hips, aligning himself with your center. He held your hip as he leveraged himself above you and slid himself in your wetness, coating his hard-on, sending a shiver through your whole body. When he leaned forward and started to grind himself against you, you shuddered under him and gripped his biceps.

“Jesus, please,” you begged quietly. All the sexual tension built up, that was for sure, and you were bursting then, the desire becoming more desperate as he took his time.

Danny smiled at that, a proud smile that made you even more anguished, and you dug your nails into his arm. He rubbed against you for a moment longer, still holding your hip down, then leaned over and fumbled around in a drawer.

As he slid the condom over himself you thought of the absurdity of it all. You’d never even thought of Danny having condoms, though why wouldn’t he? He was the full package. In more ways than one, too, which was completely apparent when he started to ease into you.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, going right back to digging your nails into his bicep. “God, you’re fucking--” You couldn’t complete the sentence, caught by a whine in your throat.

“Are you okay?” Danny asked, looking incredibly concerned and ceasing his actions. “Need me to stop?”

“No, don’t stop,” you said, easing your clawing of him, you other hand moving to the back of his neck. “You’re good.”

He carefully continued, slowly but evenly sliding inside you, and kept his eyes locked on yours. You bit your lip--Sam may have still been asleep but you didn’t know when Josh and Jake would be back--and inhaled deep breaths through your nose. Danny felt like, well, a lot, but he felt fucking good, especially when he was finally, fully in, he was already pressing against your g-spot.

“Fuck, Danny,” you moaned, louder than you’d planned. “That feels so fucking good.”

He smiled, looking a little surprised. “I haven’t done anything yet.”

You inhaled another deep breath. “So show me, drummer boy,” you told him and pulled him down into a kiss, using his mouth to quiet yourself as he started to thrust.

Danny started slowly again, barely moving his hips back and sinking them back in, but after you felt yourself get even wetter, your fluids all around him, he got more comfortable. He pulled you into him by your hips and gave you another long kiss before you brushed his hair away from him and kissed his neck, both of you folded into one another.

It was bliss--pure and all-consuming bliss, and not just because of the sheer size of him. Danny’s rhythm was unmatched--totally stable, heavy enough for you to be biting down on his shoulder to keep yourself from moaning loud enough to actually wake Sam up--but considerate enough to keep you entirely comfortable around him, your body in total acceptance.

His breathing was heavy, as was yours as you kept your teeth on his shoulder. He went for a particularly deep thrust and you released him, clenching his bicep, your other hand around the side of his neck, your thumb at the base of his throat.

“I want you to cum first,” Danny said quietly, reaching between the two of you to run his fingers through your lingering fluids and begin to rub your clit.

You clenched around him and frantically moved your hand from his bicep to his ribs, sinking your nails in there. “Danny, I’m gonna--” you started to say, your words getting cut off again by another whimper welling in your throat. He continued, thrusting deep, circling your clit, and you hurriedly pulled him back down on top of you, shaking around him. “Fuck, Danny.”

“Oh, fuck,” Danny breathed as you came. You could feel how tight you were around him then, so you could only imagine how it felt for him. He turned your face back to his, holding your jaw in his hand, and quieted you with his mouth, sliding his tongue against yours, a mess of saliva and stifled moans.

He bit down on your bottom lip as he came, one final, deep and hard thrust radiating through your core, dense enough to bump the bed frame against the wall. When he released your lip from his teeth he groaned, nestling his face against your neck, and his hips shuddered against yours. He ground himself into you after he’d stilled, neither one of you seeming to eager to be free of the other, with his hips flush with yours and your arms still tight around him.

After a couple minutes, with Danny still in you and you bringing him to you for a slow, soft kiss, he rolled over, still breathing heavily. He grabbed the crumpled blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapped it over the two of you, sidling up to you and wrapping his arm around your waist, your foreheads pressed together.

“I actually wish we’d done this sooner,” you admitted, reaching up to play with his hair, a little damp with sweat by his ears.

“No,” Danny murmured, adjusting himself so he could nuzzle your neck. “I like how this worked out.”

You laughed. “Relentlessly picking on one another until we fuck years later?”

Danny laughed too and wrapped both arms around you, pulling you almost completely on top of himself. “Yeah.”

You brushed his hair back with your fingertips, tucking strands back behind his ears. “Did they have like, a betting pool on us or something?”

He looked sheepish for a moment before giving you a quick kiss. “I think Josh might owe Jake some money.”

You laughed again. “Whatever. They were right, I’ll give them that.”

Danny smiled past his post-orgasm exhaustion. “So, are you impressed by my skills?”

“Very,” you answered, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “I’d like it if you could show me again sometime.”

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