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lynxtopia · 6 months ago

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Can I trouble you for your personal headcannons for the Dolls?

OF COURSE OF COURSE!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH

Well let's see,,, I have headcanons for most bits of the group as a whole (Löwenzahn included)

No particular order, I write them as I remember them lmfao 😭

Im so sorry if these seem all over the place, these are the ones I can remember off the top of my head with a few hours of sleep, I have a big document somewhere with a load of info in it for a project. I'll reference that when I get my hands on it again.

Also most of these are more lighthearted than you'd expect to some degree lol I'm better at remembering the stupid stuff rather than the angst stuff.

I personally believe Enero's got quite a posh background. That little interaction with Karin cemented that in stone for me. She's got a lot of money and likes to dish it out, although she occasionally relies on bribery to get her way.

The Löwenzahn are a mix of former infantry soldiers and kidnapped Doll candidates. The amount of troops is pretty much unknown because Bison likes to spread them out across the globe, moving them about more than the actual soldiers.

Février's visor is a cover-up for bad eyesight. A friend of mine mentioned it in a fic they wrote once and I stole the headcanon for myself. She didn't want to wear glasses because she thought they'd make her look like a nerd. Now she realises they make her look hot.

Santamu used to have a mini wardrobe of coats and other outerwear for Kiki whenever they got send out to colder areas. Aprile wasn't really the biggest fan of the whole thing.

Noembelu is/was very close to März. She knew she was quite shy and not very good at the whole socialising bit so she used to stick close to her to comfort. A bit like a cheetah/emotional support dog dynamic except the emotional support dog is secretly a cheetah with the same issues.

Xiayu, Jianyu, Cammy and Decapre have all tried talking to each other telepathically before, not that it's ever worked. (They got the idea from watching a cartoon about having twin powers or something like that.)

Prior to Kiki, the group had actually snuck another pet into the barracks. A fucking Komodo Dragon... at Satsuki's request.

Enero and Noembelu continuously try to have a conversation in Spanish, although, because of the differences between Latin American and European Spanish it generally becomes a huge mass of "What? Fuck you, slow down. Huh? What does that mean?" Etc.

The youngest Löwenzahn recruit was about 12. How she got there was unknown. All that mattered was that the older ones kept her as safe as they could.

A lot of the recruits (at least past-1991-2 recruits) are actually raised into the system. Same with the soldiers. They're taken at fairly young ages and raised within the facility. The distress this programme caused worldwide continued to feed Bison's never ending joy.

Noembelu hates her original name. After joining Shadaloo, she began to think that calling her family naming her "Little" was insulting. She doesn't see it like that anymore, but she still believes that Little Eagle was a different person to who she is now.

Xiayu frequently scares the others with her Opera makeup + skills. Practising Shua Ya has scared the shit out of Jianyu more than I can count.

Santamu used to do javelin and was really good at it, hence why she chose her weapon to be a spear. Although sometimes she wished she had chosen a weapon other than just that.

There was a group, a test group, prior to the main Dolls. Most of the information on them was burned. Some say there were two, others say three, five etc. Most people accept that the initial group are 6-feet under. However, the sites conspiracy theorists think otherwise.

Juni is forever crushing on at least three girls at the same time, whether she realises it or not.

Cammy remembers a lot of things the others don't, despite her amnesia. Only thing is,is that she remembers them only when under the influence.

Enero and Jianyu scrap constantly. No reason to, they just leap at each other at any given moment.

The rank system in place for the group is kind of complicated. There are a ton (sometimes a rank only having one person in it.) And difficult to go through just by memory. The main Dolls unit typically holds the highest, or highest achievable, rank in their selected area of expertise. The only ones that don't apply to this are Enero, Jianyu, Xiayu and Juni, as the last three don't really have an area of expertise aside from Close Quarters. Enero is excluded because she holds the rank just below General. Bison keeps her there because it keeps her loyal.

Jianyu and Juni hold Colonel-equivalent ranks, Jianyu having hers because Bison was very amused by her and Enero's constant fighting and Juni because she can be trusted enough to hold such an important title.

Xiayu is a Major. Jianyu promises not to tease her about it but sometimes she likes to test how far she can push her luck before she tries to break her nose.

März frequently has to be the one changing the HDMI cables and having to explain all the different channels. (She likes doing it when she has the confidence).

Whilst it is typically Mid and High-Ranks jobs to teach the Apprentice Dolls, sometimes the main group get assigned about a troop to train.

Février eats crayons... dun dun dunnn...

Decapre struggles quite a bit with anxiety. She holds some resentment towards Cammy, but can't bring herself to do any proper damage for fears of hurting her and herself. Although, this mindset changes during Ultra IV because now they've done some weird tests on her.

The girls have combined their weapons before. Satsuki and Février made Murasame (katana #1) into a makeshift bayonet, which worked as well as you would expect it to.

Aprile secretly wishes that she could've done more for the group whilst at Shadaloo, fearing she may have been too harsh on them during their time there. Nobody thinks bad of her, just she thinks they believe she's a failure, just a tiny remnant of her past that she's clung onto.

März' consciousness still exists, although where and what it was put into is unknown. Fangs torture machine? Seth 6.9? A spare body? Cammy has a feeling she's still out there somewhere, much like Bison. Although, unlike Dictator, she believes she'll come back against Shadaloo.

Jianyu and Xiayu currently get their funds via Contract Killing. Who or what they work for is unbeknownst to them. They just get paid... Also the reason why Xiayu still has the face paint. She's ashamed of their current state and wishes for better. Oh and because she doesn't want to be recognised by the police.

Santamu is part of Neo-Shadaloo, although on more of an external branch. She let them keep Kiki because she immediately connected with the drastic amounts of chaos.

Anne and Bess did exist, although, their records were wiped, anybody involved was forced to sign an NDA, and they were buried under the main Shadaloo site to avoid any civilian discovering them at some point.

And that's about it for now. Thank you for inquiring! I'll be sure to have my notes on me for the ones I didn't mention next time lol.

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koala-fluff · 2 years ago

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Here it is, again. The last part of the headcannons!

(my phone crashed and it didn't post well the first time...)

This one is different thoughts and dynamics between those I've made headcannons about.

Will they be in any discernible order? No. But that doesn't matter!

Enjoy!

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✨Wednesday Tickle Headcannons Part 3✨

I headcannon that Xavier and Ajax became roommates after season 1

Literally the first thing they did was an icebreaker game that changed into Ajax wrecking him

Thing showed Enid that Wednesday was ticklish, but the werewolf has yet to actually get her to laugh

Wednesday is the unbeatable tickle monster of the group

Everyone, except Bianca, has tried to tickle her, but it never goes well

They even tried teaming up, with Bianca this one time, to get her

It did not end well...

Enid is jealous of Eugene because he has heard Wednesday laugh

(Not her real laugh, but the breathy one)

Like I have said, no one can resist the bees. Not even Wednesday Addams

Ajax and Enid get into tickle fights all the time

They both enjoy laughing and making other people laugh, so that goes well together

They also frequently team up on poor Xavier, usually because he's acting too down

Enid always tried to sneak attack people

She has successfully snuck up on Eugene, Xavier, and Ajax many times

She has snuck up on Bianca too a few times She has never snuck up on Thing and has only snuck up on Wednesday once

Wednesday tickles Enid the most out of the group simply because the werewolf constantly tries to sneak up on her

Enid is determined to wreck Wednesday

Xavier also has some interest on hearing Wednesday laugh, though he goes more for stupid jokes than tickling

He tried tickling once, and...

He's too scared to do it on his own again

Thing has tickled Wednesday way more times than her friends know

He frequently gets fed up with her attitude and has come to the conclusion that tickling her works to fix that

But, he always tickles her when others aren't around. He doesn't want her to be uncomfortable

Bianca doesn't tickle people as often as the others, it's mostly just her getting dragged into their shinanigens

If Xavier or Ajax ask for her help, she will most likely refuse Unless they are recruiting her to attack Wednesday

She still wants to get one over Wednesday, so she won't pass up the chance to try Shockingly, she's more likely to help if Enid asks her

The two had a school project to do together and at the end they were really good friends

Everyone is confused how that happened. Probably Enid's natural charm

Bianca and Wednesday have an odd rivalry-friendship

They constantly challenge each other to various competitions

They're the type to poke each other throughout a class to get the other to laugh

Of course, Bianca does not win that one

The only person Enid can ask for tickles is Thing

I guess it's less embarrassing if they can't smirk at you?

Wednesday has come back to their room to see Thing tickling the heck out of Enid

She always shrugs and goes about her day, neither commenting nor assisting her roommate

(She definitely knows that Enid asks Thing to tickle her, she just doesn't say anything. She's gone a little soft for Enid)

There have been random times where Wednesday will just tickle Xavier

She gives no explanation. She just shows up to his private studio and tickles the crap out of him

She does this to Enid as well

She'll just come back from class and pin Enid to the bed for no reason

(She secretly loves their laughs and does this after a bad day instead of talking about it. Cheers her right up)

Ajax has never tried to tickle Wednesday outside of a group attack

The poor boy is terrified of her because he saw her wrecking Xavier once

At least with a group he can sacrifice someone to the angry Addams and get away

For a few hours at least...

Ajax is the only one who knows Xavier likes being tickled

He has sworn every oath to never tell a soul, especially Wednesday

He doesn't, but he makes sure to sneak attack Xavier when they're chilling in their room together as much as possible

Eugene is attacked the least, simply because of his bees

He's usually the one who gets tiny pokes throughout the day and short attacks from everyone

Especially Wednesday and Ajax

Enid has gotten him a few times as well

He doesn't attack people as much either, not unless he gets annoyed by them Or if he's looking for revenge

Wednesday and Eugene have a secret game they play that the others don't know about It started when he felt a tiny mischievous

and sent a single bee to go tickle her during one of her classes

The next day, she sent Thing to do the same thing to him

Ever since, they've just been going back and forth with this, waiting for the other to tap out of the game

Eugene may be the most ticklish, but he is also one of the most stubborn

It's the only reason he hasn't laughed aloud in class yet

There was one time that the seven of them went for a little campout to hang

The trip was how Bianca got a little more integrated to the group

It started out ok, but devolved into a chaotic tickle fight

Then it turned into all of them trying to get Wednesday

Unfortunately, Addams revel in darkness

They all have yet to make her honestly laugh

But they will

Eventually

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That's it for headcannons! hope you guys enjoyed all of these.

Next up: a request and a secret fic....

Hope your day/night will be fantastic!

#ko writes tickle headcannons #tickle headcanons #sfw tickle community #Wednesday tickles

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inkyvendingmachine · 3 years ago

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PANIC! At the Cult Mob Talent Contest Season 3, Episodes 11

💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀 🎶 Call of Cthulhu Season Three Masterpost 🎶

Warning: This campaign is an edited version of Call of Cthulhu: Song and Dance scenario from the Tales of the Crescent City book. While a lot has been changed, there IS spoilers for it throughout these posts.

SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO @bertrumstrousers WHO APPARENTLY HELPED THREN BY BRAINSTORMING AND PROVIDING SOME OF THE POSSIBLE CONTENT SHE COULD USE FOR BETRUM SHOWING UP IN THE GAME?!?! including some signature words he yells at one point, which still delights me to this day.

ART CHANGES THIS SEASON!! @inkdemonapologist and I are collabing on all the art for these summery posts!! Shazz does lines, and I compose and colour the pieces.

Joey has since had a few rooms of his own secretly installed throughout the building as Thomas has been replacing pipes. He says they’re to have a quiet space where he can be uninterrupted, a lot of them using old abandoned rooms that had become storage for outdated materials. The project was started after the New Orleans Trip though, so it’s more likely… so he can have somewhere hidden to rest.

Hahaha yeah no it’s so he has privacy for like normal Joey extra hard working hours hahahahaha anyways this is where Joey and Sammy end up talking with Prophet, along with Bendy. Sammy has his own questions he writes down on a piece of paper for Prophet to answer on, and Joey silently waits in the background to ask his own questions afterwards.

His own questions being… how to stop himself from going mad like last time. He doesn’t want to betray Prophet again, but it’s Prophet’s sort of realms that does this to him. So… what to do to stop it? Bendy also has a question about one of the things from Prophet’s last vision, a strangely mundane demonic monster that Sammy’d described, and Prophet does his best to draw it for them.

Meanwhile, Jack ends up checking on the music department. After being asked by Sammy to keep an eye on Jack, Norman follows him around as well. Henry ends up coming in a little late after spending the morning going over a few more things with Linda in preparation, checking on his own department before all of them meet up in the afternoon and go over final plans. While Prophet and Sammy managed to figure out that the cultists’ plan is to put Angels (like those monsters they fought in NOLA) into Susie, Colette, and Nichole, and corrupt the muses possessing them with the Yellow King, they still don’t exactly know how that’s happening, or when, or what Y and his men are going to try to do themselves to get to this goal.

So! Our goal is actually very simple: Find the girls and get them out of there before the mob can execute their plan. Just be heckin better at kidnapping some ladies out of a public place than a whole buncha mobsters!

No Problem!!!

This will surely go… fine!

More specifically, we’re gonna grab the girls, head IMMEDIATELY to the apartment where the circle is already existing with a lot of the supplies needed to finish it, and expel the muses before the goons ever figure out what’s going on.

... from a venue that only a few of us have snuck around in so far and hardly know the layout of.

... during a contest that we have no connections to but the mob clearly does.

Okay, so maybe we need a little more of a plan, just in case we get separated at the start. Sammy and Norman know Susie the mostest, so if we can’t figure out another way to get Sammy back there, those two can just brute force and sneak their way back there, respectively. If Peter can get in the back as Press, bonus. Henry and Jack will secure an exit and be ready to drive if we manage to find any of the girls, just get them out as quickly as possible. And Joey has called upon Leon (Colette’s boyfriend, the nervous doctor guy), Allison, and Timothee (brother of Nichole and gun enthusiast) to get their help; the four of them will run a middle man between the two groups and help with the transfer of any of the girls out of the building.

AND! THAT’S ABOUT ALL THE PLANNING WE CAN DO!! CROSS UR FINGERS AND REMEMBER THAT PROBABLY MOST OF THE MAFIA IS MADE OUT OF WEIRD YELLOW INK SO WE CAN’T JUST TREAT EM LIKE REGULAR HUMANS IF WE GET INTO A CONFRONTATION OKAY EVERYONE IN THE CARS LET’S GO.

Sammy brings up that any performance by one of the muses might get them wrapped up in their current creative addictions, just like how he lost himself the other night and Norman lost hours to dancing before when he met the girls–

THEN DON’T LET THAT HAPPEN OKAY EVERYONE IN THE CARS L E T ‘ S G O.

They arrive at the contest about an hour before it starts, making sure to come in with the crowds and have the vehicles parked far enough away from the entrance they’re not immediately recognized, but with easy road access for getting away once they gotta.

Joey and Bendy and Sammy immediately get distracted looking at Coney Island as they go in, all three of them rather wishing to be there instead of at a stuffy contest. Luckily, Jack and Henry are paying enough attention to point out the signup situation as well as the security situation.

As well as the… familiar band situation. Oh look, they replaced that one dude already. Wouldn’t be a band without a saxophone player after all.

Sammy and Joey go to see if Susie is already here or not by trying to spy on the sign up lists instead of asking like normal people do until Sammy gets caught trying to spy because he’s terrible at being sneaky. Nobody named Susie Campbell is signed up… but Joey notices there’s a line on the list that just says “Alice.”

So she is here.

Well, time to start looking then. The plan is altered slightly as we meet up with the others: Norman tries to sneak in the back as a staff member, ends up fumbling on identifying what band member he’s supposed to be by the instrument case he’s carrying (which actually has a gun in it,) but Peter gets the security caught up in checking his press pass and Norman slips through.

As a second wave sneaking back, Leon and Sammy sign up as a music/singing duo (doesn’t matter if Leon can sing or not, we’re planning on not letting performances start on that stage at all if possible.) This is because nobody else actually can easily identify Colette, and on top of that, nobody else knows what to possibly say to her to get her to agree to come with them.

Timothee and Henry end up posting up back, keeping an eye out on the floor, since they’re the most armed and ready to barge their way into a situation and change it. If something happens, they can intercept, and if we get the girls to them, they can protect. Also Henry has the Bendy Lapel Pin, so there’s a form of communication back to Joey (through Bendy) through that.

Which leaves Allison, Joey + Bendy, and Jack to play middle field; Most sociable, best for blending in, and they can run interference between the two groups if need be.

… SO BASICALLY EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT WE SHUFFLED SOME PEOPLE AROUND;;

Sammy and Leon head backstage and start looking around. Sammy is both looking for Susie, but also looking for any magic, ink, changes to the building since he was last here. Hidden doors, weird walls… Nothing suspicious yet, but Peter confirms while passing by that Y is in one of the backrooms, the office with the guarded door. All the players are here.

Which includes,

THE GREAT BERTRUM PIEDMONT

That’s right, BERTRUM IS HERE!!!!!! The contest flyer advertised a famous guest judge for the contest and ITS HIM, GREAT APPRECIATOR OF THE ARTS BERTRUM PIEDMONT,

who is, currently talking very loudly,,, to anyone that will listen to him,,,,,, over near the buffet. About the contest that they’re already at and how great it is, but also about his picks for the hors d'oeuvres and how great those are too.

Because he is great.

Everyone continues to hold their positions, all looking for the girls. As the room gets more filled and it gets closer to time, Bertrum disappears into the back, and the search becomes a bit more desperate as we try to beat out the mob in this race of sorts.

But then! Sammy does end up spotting three girls, one of them is absolutely Susie!! Sammy grabs Leon and immediately runs over to catch up with them before they head out onto the floor and disappear into the crowd.

Sammy grabs her arm, and it takes her a few blinks before she goes from simply politely smiling at him, to a recognizable expression. She asks why he’s here instead of at the studio getting ready for the premiere and, gosh, Sorry! Was gonna swing by but then got caught up in–

Doesn’t matter! Sammy starts trying to drag her out with him, insisting that it’s dangerous if she performs here and they need to go right now.

Nicole obviously notices and cuts him off while Leon tries to talk to his girlfriend as well. This gets Sammy rambling for a moment, insisting they all get out of here before the the cult of the Yellow–

Aaaaaaand Peter thankfully steps in very quickly to stop this before the guards start focusing too hard on what’s happening in this corner. Susie is looking a bit shaken, but Nicole steps in and alleviates all their fears. Of course it’s not a cult, why would a cult be having a talent contest. And they can’t just sacrifice someone on stage or whatever publicly like this. That’d be ridiculous.

And… Sammy nods. Yeah, okay, that makes sense. They can’t snatch them off stage… and if this is the one finally thing the girls need to do before they go with them, okay, fine. Just come back here right after! Or find Joey! One last performance and that’s it!

And he lets them go.

Susie promises she understands and will find Sammy right after and not go off with anyone else, giving him a kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the floods of people on the floor. Sammy… feels weird. Not just because of how convincing Nicole was, but this doesn’t seem exactly like what he slammed into the other night while trying to reach out with the dream spell. And it doesn’t seem quite like Susie either…

Sammy tells Peter to let the rest of them know of the new plan; let the girls get their last performance in, then go. Because this is a very smart and good decision he made using all of his brain cell. Peter does just that.

(.......remember how Joey’s ability to fast talk people has been SUPERNATURALLY BOOSTED by one of the muses…… tHAT MIGHT BE…. THE ONE NICHOLE HAS……)

But while he’s making his way through the crowds, Joey spots Susie coming down from the back and starts heading towards her to try and convince her himself, since clearly Sammy didn’t manage to catch her in the back. The sooner he can get her to Henry and Timothee, the sooner he can go check on Sammy and make sure he didn’t get kidnapped or something again.

Though first he tells Allison to maybe not approach Susie unless absolutely necessary. Or be seen by her. Because she is maybe not on the friends list right now and will make this more difficult. Allison simply nods and makes herself scarce.

Joey manages to use his dancing skills to weave through the crowd and get dancing with Susie, who is still surrounded by Nicole and Colette as well. She tries to inform him about the plan she made with Sammy and that everything is fine, which of course he’s having none of. So, he pulls her into a dance to help sell the very touching speech he’s going to deliver, about how he knows what’s going on, and he knows what she’s done, but he can’t let this happen at the risk of losing his Alice Angel.

Susie tears up a bit, because she wasn’t quite sure of herself recently. But before the hook manages to catch, Nicole steps in, frustrated with why everyone keeps trying to ruin their fun, just let them have one last evening together before they can’t anymore JEEZE (we’re gonna ignore the fact this has been going on for a week but ok)

She wants a bang to go out on? Alright!! Then Joey can give her a way better performance opportunity than this. He has a whole theater lined up this weekend, filled with big names in the entertainment industry, people who worked with singers and dancers for movie productions all over New York to see his feature film. If they go with him right now, he will make sure to give them a stage far larger than this one, but if they go through with this silly contest tonight, they might never do anything together again because of the men hunting them right now. Which, by the way? Bertie back there may have done amazing work for Coney Island and be a fancy name, but apparently he is only here for the friggin tiny sausages. Meanwhile, Joey will make the entire stage theirs.

Speaking of.

The lights go down. The stage lights up, and from the curtains emerges

The Great Bertrum Piedmont

And starts on his long rambles of introducing himself and getting the crowd’s energy up all on their adoration of him. Of course. He actually hasn’t picked up the mic yet he’s just that loud and attention grabbing that the entire room kinda simmered down. Peter whispers that he’s heard this guy is a pain to try to stop interviewing. JOEY WILL REMEMBER THIS…

While this is happening and Joey has been going back and forth with Nicole, Susie manages to disappear on him and head towards the line up of contestants as Bertrum gets the singing contest started.

And… also starts picking off contestants. Quite quickly. Apparently he’s not only picky about the hors d'oeuvres, but also music? Hardly letting a lot of them get their songs started even before interrupting them.

And Alice is a name that isn’t far down the list.

Joey frantically starts waving everyone from where they are and pointing towards the girls, just trying to get them to do SOMETHING to stop all of this. They CAN’T LET THEM PERFORM. Sammy is still waiting backstage, since, uh, the plan was to let them sing and whatever anyways; but Henry catches Joey’s frantic waving, and being fluent in Joey, heads over to try and convince Susie to come with him. Somehow. Henry meets her near where Jack is, and she starts trying to tell him as well of the “plan” Sammy agreed to as he tries to usher her out. Knowing Sammy, WHO SPECIFICALLY WARNED EVERYONE NOT TO LET THEM PERFORM, Jack immediately sees that something went wrong, and heads towards the back stage to find him and make sure he’s okay since Sammy wouldn’t have just agreed to such a plan.

Susie’s grown more concerned by the boys’ determination, and Henry actually does manage to convince her and doesn’t need to opaquely grab and run, since for once, Nicole is not around. But Joey has lost sight of Colette now, and Nicole is still being stubborn, and something will clearly be up the moment the muse-infused girls don’t show up. SO IT MIGHT AS WELL BE UP NOW.

Joey leaps up on stage between singers during a long pause and grabs the mic, putting on his showman persona and pulls out a good ol’ “Well, while we’re waiting for that contestant to make it out to the floor, why don’t you tell us a bit more about yourself!”

Which works of course. He’s

The Great Bertrum Piedmont!

And he has SO MUCH to tell you all about himself.

While on stage, Joey notices four things.

The band is no longer hanging out in the bandstand. Okay, this was expected, and Joey is aware he will probably have goons on him very soon. Timothee has managed to find Nicole and is currently talking with her. Good. Henry is heading towards the exit with Susie. Good. Colette… is nowhere to be found. That one, iiiiiiisssssss,,, less than good….? Actually it’s very bad.

Joey disappears into the curtains as the first band-goon shows his face, starting to climb onto the front of the stage, letting Bertie continue on now that he has the initial nudge of momentum to start going.

Which he does.

Jack manages to find Sammy in the back (after… probably lifting someone’s ticket,) and is immediately met with the very normal “What the Fuck is Joey Doing” response. It’s almost a secondary secret company slogan at this point. Jack asks him about this “New Plan” he’s apparently made, and as he gets talking about it Sammy slowly realizes… what he’s saying. Jack helps finish that nail off by reminding him of how bad the situation is going to be the moment any one of them performs.

Okay, yeah, Jack’s probably right. Let’s go get the girls out of here now. They run back out to the floor with Leon and start trying to find the girls. They manage to spot Susie and Nicole in the crowd, but before they can find Colette, Jack points out another one of the band goons is making his way towards Nicole. Since it looks like Henry has Susie heading towards the exit, OUR band boys decide to run interference. Also Peter. Leon heads out onto the dance floor to find his girlfriend and sorta disappears.

The one band goon heading towards Nicole tries to start with convincing them that he just needs to talk with Nicole backstage while trying to push his way through Jack, Sammy, Peter and Timothee who are all sort of getting in his way. So he also waves over some of the general security in the place to help out. Luckily, this all helps out Timothee’s case, and he convinces Nicole to go finally, so they manage to start pushing towards the exit after Henry and Susie while Jack, Peter and Sammy stall.

Joey, between the layers of curtains, uses a toon arm to reach up to the catwalk and zoop himself up there before the goons can find him, expecting them to come from both sides. This indeed confuses the goon, as he’s left scratching his head about where Joey possibly could have gone and starting to look behind the other curtains. Meanwhile Joey tries to sneak across to the opposite side of the catwalk so he can, hopefully, just disappear completely and leave them searching. Before jumping down, he looks out over the crowd to try and get an idea of the situation again, and sees the goons heading towards one of the back doors at the other end of the stage from him, with another person pushed between them all, in a very planned manner… Well, so much for sneaking down.

Now that two of the girls are near escaping and Sammy has become what he’s second best at, being a completely immovable and bothersome object the moment he’s pissed off, the goon decides to shake things up: He yells and fires off a gun, which immediately brings up a whole chorus of screaming as people start to panic, including

The Great Bertrum Piedmont

yelling BLOODY SCAMPER!!! and helping the panic be even more panic. The goon attempts to use the chaos to run after the girls, but despite initial shock of gun fire, Sammy immediately launches himself to stop him. He manages to stop him, but only because, perhaps, he is busy starting to turn one of his hands into some yellow claaaws? Yike,

While Sammy is freaking out a bit about the transformed hand, Jack catches the security guy who was waved over, and uses the new panic caused by the guy who was yelling right as a gunshot went off and is now getting into a fight with Sammy, to try and convince him that THIS GUY is actually the one causing a commotion and security needs to deal with him. Also uhh… his hand is. Weird. The goon starts trying to struggle and break out of Sammy’s grip while this is happening. Sammy manages to swing him around and punch him though, and the security guy finally sees the claws. So he uh, maybe takes some sanity damage from that, but also is now convinced that this band dude is absolutely the problem and starts working to remove him.

Or, try.

Henry manages to make it outside with Susie, while Timothee and Nicole are somewhat behind them but still making good time. But now the panic is causing a whole crowd of people to start moving towards the exit too and it’s about to get a lot harder to find each other and get out. Though once Susie is out of the building, Allison reveals herself near the entrance to the dance floor, standing on one of the tables and starting to calm people, using her powers to convince them they’d agreed to follow her out instead, and getting them out of the way. It doesn’t make the crowd less big, but people are moving out of the building quicker now, which will be good for when the rest need to run.

Joey has control of the spotlights, so he ends up grabbing one and turning it on the group of “band members” heading towards the back door, in an attempt to see better who they’re escorting, but also to blind them of what he’s doing above. Actually, he runs down the line and turns ALL the spotlights on them, assuming they probably have one of the girls just by the fact that Leon is STILL aimlessly wandering the dancefloor. And while they’re squinting at that, he goes and does what you’d do in any cartoon to stop a bad guy: throw a pulley break and drop a sandbag on him. Both Peter and

T h e G r e a t B e r t r u m P i e d m o n t

had noticed the spotlights turning, but one of them runs towards the shine while the other runs away into the backstage dressing rooms.

I’m sure you can guess which one does what.

Sammy is still fighting with the band goon, who is quite intent on capturing him or something, which is terrifying, actually, but Sammy responds to fear by punching, while the goon tries to pin him down. Which, after some wide throws, Sammy manages to leave himself open enough that the goon guy grabs him around the center and throws him over his shoulder. Sammy of course is kicking and yelling. Jack is panicking and ends up just running towards him and trying to tackle the goon to do???!? ANYTHING TO GET SAMMY FREE? He doesn’t manage to build up enough strength to throw a snake this guy around and actually ends up being kicked back into a table. Leon rushes over now that the room is somewhat cleared out and he’s rather sure Colette is not around, and tries to help Jack up. The security guard finally decides enough is enough, pulls out his kNIFE?!?? And runs in to knife this… mONSTER?!?! While Sammy is still flailing around in his arms…

Joey looks down from the catwalk to chase after the group and notices that… the man under the sand bag… the liquid around him… is not yellow.

It’s red.

Oh no, that’s not– Joey takes a moment as he’s kicked in the head right out of cartoon world by the reality of this all. During that he does hear yelling in the back, specifically the loud voice of

The Great Bertrum Piedmont

complaining to SOMEONE about how they got him into this mess, they better bloody well get him out of it! He also manages to spot Peter who had run over. Good, anything else to think about besides the sandbag. He does the ladder slidey thing down, quickly informs Peter that the goons are still dragging someone to the back, and then immediately goes chasing after them, leaving Peter to take his own moment of “There’s a squished guy under a sand bag” sanity damage.

Joey slides into the hallway to see the back doors shoved open and a car speeding off, with all the goons and their captive in the back and, probably Bertie, in it. There’s a moment of trying to figure out if he can hecking chase down a car, when something else clicks.

He doesn’t need to chase down the car. He knows where they’re going.

That drawing from Prophet’s vision?

It finally makes sense.

He knows of the demonic monster of Coney Island.

[Next Episode]

[Previous Episode]

#batim #call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx #The Great Bertrum Piedmont #Joey Drew #Sammy Lawrence #Jack Fain #Henry Stein #Bendy the Lurker #Peter Sunstram #Susie Campbell #sorry for the wait i had to design a bertrum and make him worth every ounce of the amazing content we got to experience

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colossal-red · 2 years ago

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Oooo good ask time: for the tiny hunt au: why does Sam want to exterminate tinies? Like what did they ever do to him. Also if this has already been said and I’m just a goose we’ll oops. Have a lollipop 🍭

Thanks for the lollipop Becks, and thanks for getting me to do more World-building.

So, I just did a load of thinking, and decided that instead of brain dumping all of the things I’ve thought of here, I’m gonna make, A Side Story here!

TinyHunt Side Story A Warden’s Grudge

Tw: Major Angst, Unaliving, semi-major character death, trauma, blood. WC: 1K

Sam ‘Warden’ Dude was visiting home for Spring Break. He did love his family, but of course they were somewhat annoying, including his younger sister. (Though she was soon to graduate high school, she was still annoying.) He was sitting at the table in the kitchen smiling as he poked at the plate of his Mom’s casserole. It was disgusting, but he ate it for her. He watched as Jean, excused herself to her room for a bit. He smiled fondly as he watched her leave. She was a beautiful young lady, even if she was very annoying. She was wearing a nice black skirt with purple hints every now and then.

He exchanged meanial topics with his parents and his bro, he kinda wished he could be back at college working in his robotic’s project, it was something that would compare to Tony Stark’s Iron Man outfit from the movies. He wondered vaguely if Jean’s boyfriend had snuck in, which would explain why she was taking so long. Speaking of boyfriend’s, he had heard that Sap had gotten one recently, from Las Nevada’s who he still needs to meet.

He finished up the casserole not too long after that and told Nook that he was going to the bathroom, he went down the hall and used it. After he washed his hands, he heard a small screech from his sister’s room. The rest of the family probably couldn’t hear it, the TV was turned awfully loud. He exited the bathroom and pushed his Sis’s door open, to see the worst thing possible. It was as if time stopped, the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat, and the faint trickle of blood.

His purple eyes gazed at Jean’s corpse, laying on the floor, like she could be asleep. His mind didn’t properly process the injuries on her body, but instead noticed the small trail of blood leading over to the windowsill. It was almost like tiny footprints, but he was too distraught to be confused. His eyes followed the trail, and spotted It. A small person in a royalty gown, with a crown, was standing there on the windowsill, back turned from Sam. It slowly turned around, eventually making eye contact with Sam. Sam’s eyes drifted slightly down ward, to the bloodied Needle in its hand.

He saw red, and grabbed a book off the adjacent shelf and launched himself at the windowsill in blind anger. But when he slammed it down with enough force to crack the wood, it was gone. His family heard the slam, and rushed over to check on him. But he could barely hear their screams when they entered. The next few days were a blur. A blur of flashing lights, blue and red, and of tears. They never caught the killer, he wasn’t an idiot, he knew that no one would believe him, that he had seen a tiny person, and that that was what had killed her.

Secretly, in the dead of night, he snuck into her room, the crime scene. And he searched, oh boy did he search for any evidence that a tiny man had done this. And he found it. A second needle, located near to where the body was found. He pocketed it, and took it to the police station. Sure it was illegal to break in, but he had to find proof. He ran the needle through many tests in the police station, and struck hold. He found miniature finger prints across the bottom of the needle. If only he had a tiny person to further back up the possibility.

The next day, he showed his brother Nook the evidence, and begged him to help him find one of these small creatures. Luckily for him, he agreed; and while it took a while, they eventually found one. It wasn’t to difficult to trap the pitiful creature, and once they did, they made sure that they’d present this proof to the world, and exterminate these pests. So that no one else had to die. Once they were able to convince the City Council to see them, they presented the evidence. It was non-negotiable, they literally had one of the creatures. After that, I do spread to the public, and general public opinion was that they were pests.

Sam, both Sam’s graduated from college, and decided to start and extermination business together, and signed a deal with the government to do tests, and learn as much about these pitiful pests as they could. But Warden didn’t want that. He wanted them gone, deleted, exterminated from this world. Especially the one who killed his sister.

Present Day…

But no dwelling on the past. Sam snapped back for the present, tracking the trail to a place called, ‘The Arctic Academy’. And when he got there, there would be blood…

#mcyt g/t #tinyhunt au #beckyu asks #colossal red answers #giant!sam #giant!warden #giant!nook #tiny!techno #tw: death #giant!jean #ender dragon cameo

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izloveshorses · 4 years ago

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bro are we about to kiss rn?

college au, 1.6k. maybe this will grow into a full fic? remains to be seen what my silly little brain will come up with next lol

“Do you want me to grab you a drink?” Dmitry asked over the roar of the speakers.

“If you let me follow you,” Anya answered. No way was she going to be left standing alone in the middle of a crowded frat house without a defense against a bunch of drunk football players.

He laughed and tugged her wrist behind him. She swallowed, unable to focus on anything but the warmth spreading from the contact all the way to her heart.

This party was a bad idea, she decided. Marfa was friends with a few of the guys in this fraternity, but even though Anya did enjoy the occasional tailgate or basketball game or even her sister’s sorority event, frat house parties were a little too much. Dmitry hated them, too, so neither of them ever accepted Marfa’s invitation until now. He suggested it as a joke, and Anya didn’t see any harm in at least checking it out. But only minutes after arriving, she was already overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol and the crowd of unfamiliar bodies, already wanting to escape. Wanting it to just be her and Dmitry.

And maybe she was a little bit in love with him, but that was irrelevant.

Ugh. they should’ve snuck into the greenhouse on the top floor of the biology building again. The hum of the fans and generators were better sounds than whatever music was playing now.

She’d known him since Freshman year, when he sat behind her in an econ lecture everyone was forced to take, and she’d hated him immediately. To her dismay she found out he was friends with Maria and even her new friend, Marfa, and later discovered he was a barista at the cafe she did her homework. They even lived in the same dorm— there was no escaping his self-absorbed smile and apathetic demeanor.

But the next year, when she got a job at the library and had to work the closing shifts, he’d unintentionally offered to walk her back home, and something shifted. It was small at first. He was always skateboarding back from the computer lab at that hour after working late on one of his projects and would just so happen to pass the library at the exact time she’d need to cross campus. And then she needed her laptop fixed at one point, and of course he was working in the tech support department, and he made a joke about someone finally asking for something other than connecting their Macbook to the wifi, and… well. She realized underneath all that cockiness and brooding angst, they weren’t so different, even if they did come from completely different backgrounds. She stopped insulting him when they were hanging out with Marfa and he stopped teasing her about being too studious for something not worth her time. She learned why he was so bitter and admired how hard he worked to keep his scholarships and earn money to pay for his tuition, and he made her laugh. Through him she saw a side of the world she’d been ignorant of before, and through her he saw a light he’d been blind to. Slowly, with each shared laugh, each hour spent studying together, each midnight drive to Taco Bell, he sort of grew into her best friend.

And then, for some reason, this year it changed again. Butterflies would stumble into flight in her stomach when she’d make him laugh or he’d casually snag her hand, and there was that one time he tried to teach her how to skateboard and his hands were on her waist to keep her steady and— well. You get the idea. She pieced the clues together and she wasn’t stupid enough to not know what they meant.

Somehow this boy who acted like he hated the world but would share random facts about the constellations in wonder, who said formal education was a waste of time but aced every project, who pretended like he was invisible in class but secretly knew every answer the professors threw at him, who could drive her insane but knew how to read her mind, had slowly crept into her heart, like he’d always belonged there. She’d realized that now. What she didn’t know, however, was what to do about them. So she did nothing. Because she didn’t know what she would do if she lost him.

And here she was, standing against the wall at the edge of a party, unable to hide from the truth she was denying, to avoid the way her heart skipped a beat in her chest every time he even stood next to her.

“So, what now?” Dmitry asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

She feigned a smile. “I don’t know the protocol here.”

“Well, we already said hello to Marfa, the person who invited us.”

“Check.”

“We have our drinks,” he waved his solo cup as punctuation.

“Yes.”

“You’re sporting a crew neck with the school logo, making you fit right into the preppy cliche.”

“It’s comfortable and it’s festive!”

He rolled his eyes but smiled behind his cup. Of course he’d teased her about that. Tonight he was wearing a flannel over a white t-shirt, the spitting image of the I’m-rebellious-but-I’m-still-vain-enough-to-care-about-my-appearance look. “But what’s next?”

She frowned. “Now, this is the part where we go dance, but the music is… bad.”

“That’s fair.”

“Or, alternatively, I think this could be the part where we mingle, but I don’t know anyone here.”

“That hasn’t stopped you before.”

She looked up at him then. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen you at football games and stuff, you’re good at making friends.” He shrugged. “Or just… finding something to talk about and including everyone. I used to envy you for that, you know.”

She snorted. “You’re good at talking to people too.”

“Yeah, but not like… you know. I’m good at being charming, but you genuinely like people.” She didn’t know how to respond so she didn’t, making him shake his head. “Just accept the compliment already, Romanov.”

She grinned. “I guess I can’t think of a reason anyone else here is worth my time.”

He tilted his cup back. After a quiet moment passed he spoke again. “Can I ask you something?” She glanced up, waiting for whatever question he had for her. “Why waste your time with me, then?”

Her brow furrowed. “I don’t think you’re a waste of time.”

“Yeah, but you could get along with literally anyone else here, and you choose to stand against this wall with me to complain instead.”

Her throat tightened. Couldn’t he see it? Wasn’t it written all over her face? She’d sit in a walmart parking lot with him if he asked. The words that would ruin their friendship bubbled up and she was the world’s worst liar and there was no hiding from those dark eyes of his and the silence was growing and—

“This is the part where I get some air,” she stuttered, stumbling outside before he could respond or see what she was thinking.

She found a quiet spot on the wooden deck in the backyard, the breeze sending a chill down her back. She set her drink down and fiddled with the cuffs of her sleeves that stretched long past her fingertips. This party was definitely a terrible idea— now her head was cloudy and she almost slipped up her words and there were too many people around. Maybe sneaking into the greenhouse again would’ve also been a terrible idea, because who knew what she would’ve done if she’d been alone with him, but at least no one would be watching her fall apart like she was now.

“Anya, are you okay?”

Oh no.

Dmitry’s footsteps fell behind her and she couldn’t bear to turn around yet. “I’m sorry if I said something to upset you.”

“No, you didn’t!” she turned then, hoping her resolve wouldn’t crumble and that he would let her be. “I’m fine.”

He saw right through her. Taking her hand, he said, “We can go, if you want.”

“No, I’m fine.”

He nodded, and her eyes fell to the hand enveloping hers, keeping her warm. “I’ll leave you alone, then. If you’re okay.”

But the thought of his hand pulling away made her panic. “Don’t go.”

She didn’t have to look up to know he was confused. But he stepped closer again, back to his original spot, and then another step. And another. His other hand found her freezing one and her shoulders relaxed.

Still staring at his hands, she mumbled, “You’re never a waste of time. Not to me.”

When she risked a glance up at him the column of his throat bobbed. His eyes searched hers and she was too tired to look away and hide, and when he found whatever it was he was looking for he smiled, a quiet one that only creased his dimples a little bit. And then to her shock he asked, “Is this the part where we kiss?”

Her heart tripped over itself like it was falling down the stairs. She blinked rapidly, her brain not prepared for this tonight. “You tell me.”

His grin spread, and she almost laughed at herself for thinking she once hated it. But then he leaned in and all thoughts that had nothing to do with the way his lips tasted or the way his hand felt under her sweatshirt on her back or how soft his hair was between her fingers or how sturdy his chest was under her palm were no longer important. No, nothing mattered now in this moment, except the inexplicable happiness spreading from her chest down to every tip of her limbs, so much that she couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped her lips into his smiling mouth, because she was kissing Dmitry and she was a little bit in love with him and he was kissing her back.

She made a mental note to thank Marfa later for the invitation to the party.

#anastasia broadway #anastasia musical #dimya #fanfiction #my writing #i am once again coming to u with a fully-written fic from a vision i had in the middle of the day

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ksj-com · 5 years ago

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Request #6

What’s At Stake

- Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

- Genre: Secret FwB!AU, College!AU, smut, angst

- Warnings/Tags: Fingering, nipple sucking, cum tasting, hooking up, jealous Tae, hate sex, car sex, riding, smacking, mark making, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), daddy kink, ass play

- Word Count: 3727 words

- Summary: Hiding things from your best friend is never easy, especially when it’s secretly hooking up with her ex’s best friend. When you tell Taehyung about going to a party with a different guy jealousy strikes.

“Harder,” you breathe.

“Shh, quiet so they don’t hear us,” he pushes his finger against your lips. Watching you struggle not to make a noise as his other fingers jammed and curled inside of you. His thumb rubbed deep circles against your clit as your legs were pulled apart for him to see everything. His tongue ran along his bottom lip, eyes glued to your naked body under him.

Your whimpers were muffled from you biting your lip down to keep them inside. He knew exactly how to touch you to throw you over the edge. His pace quickens and your eyes squeezed shut. Your back arches as you feel yourself close now. Now that your chest was closer to his face, he connected his lips to your tender nipples. Your bare chest heaved and gasped while your toes curled to the sheets under them. His hand was so strong inside of you that he made your hips jerk back. Teeth sunk into your hand to try to minimize the screams of pleasure, cumming all over his fingers. You were out of breath when you watched him suck his fingers clean. The sinful look he gave you while doing so put you in a trance that eventually ended when his fingers popped out of his mouth.

His lips were swollen from the intense makeout session you both had beforehand, giving them a wet and red appearance. He wraps them around your lips again, slipping his tongue across your teeth as he deepens the kiss. The taste of you lingered in his mouth.

Your hands glided down his pants to feel how hard he was. It wasn’t the first time you felt his hard cock, but you managed to be surprised by the massive length everytime. His groans vibrated through the kiss as your hands wrapped around him, giving a slight squeeze.

“Fuck, you’re so ho-”

“Aye, Tae! You gonna stay in your room all damn day?!” Jungkook interrupts him by yelling from downstairs. One thing that you’ve learned while hooking up with Taehyung is that no one can ever get peace and quiet at a frat house.

Tae cursed under is breath before peeling himself off of you. He was obviously annoyed that what was about to happen just got disrupted, but he didn’t show it when he yelled back to Jungkook. “I’ll be down in a few minutes!” He rolled his eyes and sighed when he looked back down at you.

“Raincheck?” you begin to sit up by him. He couldn’t look at you without skimming down your bare body first.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“No need. We can just see each other tomorrow or something?” You pull your shirt over your head. When your head pops into your shirt hole, you notice him smirking at your body in front of him. He finally looks back up at you with a look that you’ve never seen before on him: innocence.

“Text me when you get back?” He asks with puppy dog eyes. You looked at him with a confused face. He’s never cared to text you unless you both wanted to fuck or to exchange dirty pictures and the look on his face says he wanted to have an actual conversation with you now.

“Yeah, sure,” you nod. You were now completely dressed as he snuck you out of the house using the back door. You had to admit that it sucked having to be secretive about your hook ups. If people found out, both you and Tae would lose your best friends.

Your best friend, Hannah, used to date Tae’s best friend, Jungkook. Everything was great. All of Hannah’s friends were friends with Jungkook’s friends and it became a big group of people that hung out all the time. Until they broke up. After Hannah found out that Jungkook sleezed around with a few random girls, she figured it would be a good idea to get him back by sending his nudes to half of the college. It was safe to say that whatever they had was done for good. Now, they hate each other and everyone associated with them. With the break up still being a fresh wound for both of them and, the hooking up between you and Tae only being about three months so far, you both decided to keep it a secret. You both didn’t want to lose your best friends for something that wasn’t even a relationship to begin with, so the only thing you had to hide was the sex.

“Bye, cutie,” he whispers, smacking your ass lightly on the way out of the door.

You giggle and wave goodbye before driving back to the dorms where Hannah, also your dorm mate, is laying on her bed glued to her phone as always. When you walk through the dorm door, she doesn’t peel her eyes from the screen when she speaks.

“You heard about the party tonight?” Her tone sounds bored as she talks.

“No? Who’s throwing it?”

“Some rando. They’ve been telling people that they can’t get in without a date, like, what is this? Prom?” she scoffs.

“Well we just need to find someone for us, duh. You act like Jimin doesn’t have the biggest crush on you,” you say, plopping yourself on your bed.

She looks over at you, considering the option. “Honestly… not a bad idea and if he gets handsy, I’ll drop him at the party,” she causes both of you to laugh. Jimin was known to be a bit of a player. “Maybe you could bring Jin? I know you got a thing for seniors,” she jokes.

You roll your eyes, “It was one time! After that I’m strictly sticking to our age: sophomores.” The one time you hook up with a senior, he was emotionally unstable and confessed his ‘love’ for you after one week of knowing him. Not to mention, he continuously sent you pictures of him crying when you told him to leave you alone. Hannah never fails to let you forget about that extremely awkward time.

“Whatever. He’s hot so who cares?” she shrugs. You thought about how Jin is also in the frat house, but never really associated himself with Jungkook. You decided to give him a text, since you had his number from working with him on a previous project and, shortly after, he agrees.

Jin: For sure! I’ll meet you outside of the party at 8?

You: Sounds good! See you then :)

You realize that you never texted Tae when you got back, so you decided to do it now.

You: I’m back btw. Sorry forgot to text ya

You gnawed the inside of your cheek while waiting for his response. You probably would’ve bitten a hole in your cheek if he didn’t respond back quickly after.

Taehyung: No problem. Heard about the party tonight?

You: Yeah I’m going, are you?

Taehyung: Yes. Who are you going with?

You: Seokjin

After that, the conversation stopped.

•••

Tae couldn’t stop the clenching of his jaw as he walked over to Jin’s room across the hallway. Without saying a word, he pushed open his door causing Jin to jump. He was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt in front of a mirror. Unopened condoms laying on Jin’s nightstand were in Tae’s direct line of vision.

“Getting ready for the party I see,” Tae stares at the yellow square links on the table as he made himself comfortable on his bed.

“Yeah (Y/N) asked me to go with her tonight. Hopefully I’ll be able to use these,” Jin shoves the condoms in his pocket. Tae laughs, trying to hold back the urge to punch Jin in the face right then and there.

“Yeah, you’re not going tonight,” Tae says.

Jin turns around to look at Taehyung, obviously confused. “Why?”

“Because if I see you in that house tonight, I’ll break your jaw,” Tae gets up from the bed, walking past Jin while patting his back. “Oh, I’ll take those condoms too,” he holds out his hand and looks at Jin.

He scoffs before slapping the condoms into Taehyung’s palm. People in the frat house knew one thing: never argue with Taehyung.

•••

It was now 7:55. You, Hannah, and Jimin waited outside of the party, watching the couples pour into the house. Jimin had his arm snaked around Hannah’s waist, which she had no problem showing how much it annoyed her with the look on her face.

It was cool enough outside to be able to see the puff of air that came out of everyone’s mouths everytime someone breathed. Your outfit wasn’t made for the weather, given the fact you expected Jin to be on time. He seemed like a nice enough guy to not stand you up, but here you were.

“You guys don’t have to wait out here with me,” you plead for them to just go inside, so you could be in your feelings by yourself. They had no problem taking you up on your offer, which left you outside standing there like an idiot since no one else was walking into the party. Hugging your arms to your chest to maintain whatever warmth you still had, you sat yourself on the curb. You had no ride back to your dorms since Jimin was the one that gave everyone a ride.

“Looking for somebody?” A deep voice startles you from behind. Realizing it was Taehyung when you turn around.

“Not anymore. I just want to go home,” your teeth chatter together. Your fingers felt as if they were going to go numb any second now.

“Come on, I can take you if you want,” he lays his jacket over your shoulders and pulls you up.

Although he was being extremely sweet right now, you knew that this was his fault. He lived with Jin and was the only one that knew that you and him were going together, other than Hannah of course. Annoyance struck a chord within you when you stood face to face with him.

“You know, if I could change these circumstances I would,” you say.

“What?”

“If things weren’t how they were right now, I would love to be with you Tae. Why do you have to make this so hard? Pushing people away from me? I know you are the reason I’m standing out here in the freezing cold and not in that house with Jin right now!” Your blood began to boil as you continued talking and you could see that his was starting to as well with the look of his jaw bulging out the sides of his face.

“I’m driving you home, now,” he hissed through his teeth before taking your hand in his. As much as you would’ve fought back in that moment, it was too cold outside to say no to your only way home. You sat in his passenger seat, farthest away from him. The hard slam of his door made you avoid eye contact with him as he drove. The ride was silent. You stared out the window, not noticing the fact that Taehyung’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel.

“Look, I don’t understand why you’re so mad.” You were honestly so fed up with his attitude, considering he had ruined what could’ve been a good night. It’s not like you wanted to come with Jin, but that fact that Taehyung went the extra mile to fuck it up had you more than pissed off.

“You know damn well why I’m mad! You took Jin, out of all people. You forget to text me back, no doubt texting him asking if he wanted to go with you!” You roll your eyes, fingers playing with a loose thread on the side of your dress. A couple responses of retaliation run through your brain, but before you can even start to yell at him, the idiot is still talking. “Why did you even have to go to that stupid party? Jungkook went so we just could’ve stayed at my place, but no. You had to go with Jin.”

You inhale a breath. “Alright first of all, it’s not like I was waiting for an oppurtunity to go with him, now you’re just being stupid.” You can practically feel the tension grow. “What are you even angry about? Like this is pointless. I can’t go with you, so I brought Jin. It’s not like we were going to fuck, or kiss, or makeout. You’re just whining at this point.”

Taehyung tries to talk but you cut him off.

“We’re not even really dating so why the hell do you care?”

Now you’ve really done it, because you’re almost sure he’s stopped breathing. It sounds so dead in the car that the blood rushing in your ears is deafening at this point. Taehyung keeps driving and the houses that your eyes follow come to an end as the street is lined with trees and nothing else for miles.

Knuckles paper white, he turns the steering wheel to the right so he can pull off to the side of the road. With the help of the shitty street lamp that provides you little to no light. The look on Taehyung’s face as he throws the car in park is nothing, if not terrifying. Now you’re wishing you hadn’t said anything.

“You really just fucking said that to me?” Your heart is slamming against your sternum as he kills the engine. You have no words and it feels like hours before you finally look up to meet his gaze. You almost detect a glint of hurt in his eyes, but with the dim lighting you can’t really tell. “We don’t have to be dating for me to care. We don’t even have to be fucking, for me to care. I cared about you way before we started hooking up. I cared before Jungkook and Hannah got into that huge fight.”

You feel his emotions rolling off of him in waves, but he doesn’t let up. “Then, you go to this dumb party, with Jin. You know he was planning to bring condoms?” Taehyung moves closer to you now, you can feel his breath on your face. Maybe that’s because he isn’t done cussing you out. “I find that hilarious that Jin even thinks he has a chance. That, what? He was going to fuck you tonight? Touch you, make you moan like you do for me?”

You let those words sink in, knowing damn well that Jin would’ve gotten nowhere if he tried to make a move. Looking at his eyes, you find that you can’t even look away from his stare. Like it’s holding you down to the seat.

“You think he would, babygirl?” Taehyung lets out a slight growl that’s almost animalistic, but it still makes your nerves light on fire. “Treat you better than daddy does?” You know that tone like the back of your hand, and you know he’s waiting for an answer. The next time you look back to his eyes, there’s a mischievous look to them like he knows exactly what his next move is gonna be.

“No, daddy.”

He hums in approval. “Good girl. Get in the backseat. When I’m done with you, you’re gonna forget who the hell Jin is.”

You obliged by scrambling to the back seat and watch him walk into the back to meet you there. His belt buckle was already undone when he pulled you into a long hot kiss. His breath was hot between the kisses. His tongue skillfully traveling inside your mouth and your neck. Your hand felt the fabric covering his dick and found it to already be rock hard underneath. “Let’s finish what we couldn’t earlier,” his voice is low. Your fingers unzipped his pants to pull them down and fall at his ankles. His length raised from the lack of constraint. “Show me how sorry you are for earlier. Daddy isn’t too pleased about what I heard.”

His hand pushed the back of your head for your lips to make contact with his cock. You wrapped your mouth around the tip, working your way down his length. His hand was grabbing a ball of your hair, using that to his advantage to push you down deeper. Your throat stretched for him, spit gathering on the sides of your mouth. It wasn’t long before he was watching you gag repeatedly on his dick. The feeling of your throat closing around him made his head throw back in pleasure. He was fucking your throat raw, thrusting up into you and pouring every ounce of feeling from earlier into you. His teeth bite his bottom lip back to keep himself together.

He pulled your head back from his dick to catch your breath. His hands traveled up your dress, stopping at your damp underwear. He pressed his thumb against your clit as his other hand yanked your dress above your bare chest. He had no problem picking your petite body to sit on top of him, the wet base of his cock now under you. He pulled his lips to your ear, “I don’t forgive you yet, babygirl.” His hand slaps your ass hard, yet the delicious sting makes you drip on top of him.

You grinded circles against him, his hands squeezing and smacking your breasts. The lack of light made him look almost demonic with the blackness filling his eyes.

You finally slam down on him, causing him to suck in his breath sharply. You wanted him to feel sorry too. His hands grip and pull your ass apart. You bounced on top of him, making sure to feel the friction of your clit against his stubbly pubic bone. Your moans squeaked as he slipped his pinky into your ass. The pressure of another one of your holes being filled has your back arching. Relentlessly still smacking the same place on your ass, you were sure that there was going to be a welt there tomorrow.

His fingers wrapped around your throat to pull you close. His lips pressed against yours as he fucks up into you. You could hear him growl when he pulls your lip between his teeth, pulling and letting it snap back in place. He could tell you were close, this was the moment he was waiting for. His hand dips down to smash into your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your left without breath. You were so close, but he wasn’t going to let you come yet.

“Say my name,” he instructs.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimper. He smacks your ass again, a whine falling from your lips.

“No, my name,” his pace and force leaves your body jolting back and fourth. You wanted to let go already, but he wasn’t done with you.

“Yes, Taehyung,” Your mouth stays open, nonexistent screams try to escape.

“Louder,” he growls, the grip on your throat tightening slightly.

“Fuck me, Taehyung!” You scream his name from pleasure repeatedly until you both couldn’t contain yourselves anymore. His thrusts stutter inside of you until his warmth spreads inside your abdomen. His arms pull your body against his, chest heaving under you. He stayed inside of you, both of you laying there silent. Eventually, he pulled your face up with his finger under your chin. The kiss he planted was gentle and soft against your lips. He rested his forehead against yours, examining the features he could in the lighting.

He had to make sure he didn’t say anything that he would regret, so he cut the moment short. “Maybe we should get going again. It’s pretty cold,” he laughs lightly. Now remembering the heat wasn’t on, you pushed your dress back down to your thighs.

You agreed as you both climbed back up to the front seat. He insisted that you could keep his jacket on for the ride back since your dress was too skimpy to begin with. That comment made you roll your eyes, but you took the jacket anyways. The ride back to your dorm was enjoyable afterwards. Filled with you guys blaring songs and singing along, realizing that he could actually sing. You found both of you laughing at the same stupid things and enjoying each others presence without being sexual. Taehyung took the long way back to the dorm just to spend more time with you, but he never said anything and hoped you didn’t notice.

Although he took the long way home, you found yourself parked outside of the dorm in no time. His hand rested on your leg, the smile on his face spreading from ear to ear. You didn’t know how to say goodbye after the rollercoaster of events that happened tonight.

“(Y/N), can we take this to the next level? I’ve been wanting to actually hang out with you other than having sex for awhile now. I don’t care what Jungkook would say anymore, I want to be with you,” his hand interlaces with yours.

You sat there completely silent. You wanted to say yes, but you just couldn’t. You let the jacket fall off your shoulders and you slid away from his grasp. His smile faded when he saw that you weren’t as enthusiastic about the idea like he was.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, Tae. But, Hannah has been my best friend for years now and…” you trail off. “I’m sorry. I can’t,” you look up to see that he’s not even looking at you anymore. His gaze was directed towards his hands on the steering wheel. Your heart broke by how defeated he looked in front of you. He said nothing else and you felt it was best to step out of the car to not make the situation worse.

As soon as you closed the door shut, he sped off. You were outside alone once again.

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Eidolon 14 | (T)

ff.net | AO3

Fandom: Danny Phantom (DP)

Summary: AU: What started off as the result of a simple act of rebellion ends up causing his life to spin out of control. How will young Danny cope with the results as well as a past that has a strange habit of coming back to haunt him.

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, kidnapping, and various other things

Chapter warnings: implied character death. Entrapment

Parings: hints of Danny/Sam much later on

Notes: originally uploaded to Ff.net. Cross-posted to AO3 and tumblr

Chapter 14: History

"Sweetie, could you hand me the socket wrench? I think it's somewhere to your left…" a woman asked as she looked up from the device she was creating to glance at her daughter calmly reading on a worn couch about twenty yards behind her.

The girl being addressed sighed but complied with the request. She moved to a nearby tablet and quickly began searching through various stacks of blueprints of various inventions yet to be invented to find the tool which was possibly lurking underneath. "Mom!" she called out rather sheepishly a few moments later, "which one is it again?"

"It's the silver one that looks like it has a nozzle on the end."

"Well… that's not very specific."

A few moments later, the girl came over to the woman's workbench and produced a few different tools. Chuckling, the woman grabbed the needed tool, placed to others on a nearby table, and thanked her daughter. Quickly, she began tightening a nut needed to keep her project together. It needed to be stable if it was going to do its job.

"Um… what exactly are you making again?" her daughter asked after a few awkward moments of examining the device.

"It's a containment unit to trap ghosts," she explained without missing a beat of her work. "I thought I had mentioned this one to you before."

"Probably, but you know it's hard for me to keep all of your various inventions straight." The girl fell silent and started to head back towards the couch. "Mom…" she called out before she had reached her destination, "If he's just going to destroy your work, why do you continue to make all of these inventions? It's not like they'll help us escape."

Now it was the woman's turn to sigh. She gently put her tools down, pushed her red safety goggles up, and turned towards the younger girl while adopting an understanding expression. "Jazz… I know what I do seems pointless at times… But, if we can manage to either trap or incapacitate Vlad, then maybe we can finally get out of here."

"But Mom, in case you forgot, we need a ghost to get out of here! That maniac put us in a room with no door, no windows, and a ventilation system way too small for a human to even consider using for an escape! Unless you've found a way to safely blast through eight feet of steel enforced concrete, even if you can incapacitate him, what good will it do?

The woman bit her lip at her daughter's words. "It does seem hopeless, but I refuse to give up. We are going to get out of here, somehow. I promise." She gave Jazz a glance conveying the conversation was finished for the moment before turning back to her work.

Dealing with a teenager was difficult on the best of days, but when she was the only completely living person the woman had contact with for the previous thirteen years or so, trying to convey hope was exceedingly she was, Madeline (Maddie) Fenton, ghost hunter and paranormal research extraordinaire trying to convince her daughter they would be able to escape, when she had been utterly trapped and neutralized by a ghost who could disguise itself as a human. If only she had realized such a thing was possible years prior, there was a chance she could have prevented their current predicament and the separation of their family.

The man had seemed nice enough when he had introduced himself to her and her husband, Jack, all those years ago. He had even helped fund their various anti-ghost projects, but it was all a sham. The man had only gotten close to them to keep an eye on their research and any children they might have. She should have seen the warning signs when he brought up that one particular legend, but she, like Jack, just brushed if off as simple curiosity.

But, soon after Maddie became pregnant with her second child, Vlad's interest in their family started to verge on obsessive. It worsened after they found out the gender of the growing child. This, his possession of one particularly old book, and the growing notion he was somehow involved in the raids on the lab by the ghost known as Plasmius had forced her to reconsider Vlad as the person who would look after her children if anything would happen to her and Jack.

About a year after her son was born, the attacks from Plasmius on their research compound and home had gotten much worse, and Vlad's behavior had gotten more eccentric. Worried, she contacted an old friend of hers who had worked with her and Jack in the past and explained the situation to him. He seemed to understand the situation and agreed to her request. Not wasting any time, Maddie sent him a copy of the new will she and Jack created so he could look over it before it was finalized. Unfortunately, she never got the chance.

Plasmius had managed to find a way to get by their security system and enter the main part of the house. Maddie barely had a chance to hide her son before Plasmius knocked her out. When she awoke, she found herself alongside her husband and daughter in what appeared to be a large concrete room with no apparent doors or windows. Little did she know it would become her prison for the next fourteen years.

When Plasmius (who revealed himself to also be Masters) demanded to know where their son was, both she and Jack refused to tell him. He appeared to take it well and left them to their own devices for a couple weeks. During those weeks, the only outside interactions they had were with the ghostly servants who tended to their needs and furnished the room. Maddie still could fondly recall the way Jack tended to attempt to attack the servants on sight.

When Vlad reemerged, he was absolutely livid. Her son had been found where she had hidden him, but the courts had refused to let Vlad anywhere near the child due to the presence of the document her friend held. While surprised the courts ruled it as official, Maddie couldn't help but be pleased. However, Vlad found it as unforgivable and took his rage out on Jack. Maddie still was not entirely sure what happened to her husband after Vlad took him, but Vlad had given her enough hints for her to understand Jack was dead.

After her husband's death, she believed the same fate would befall her and Jazz, but it never came. Vlad had developed somewhat of a liking for both of them and had gone to great lengths to keep them happy and healthy. Her concerns turned to her missing son, who was still outside of Vlad's reach. The boy's new guardian had disappeared from Vlad's sights making the hybrid furious. What Maddie never understood was why the man never used his abilities to overturn the different court orders to gain control of the child or even just kidnap him. The only thing she could fathom was either he could not properly forge signatures or it dealt with his pride as a man, if one could refer to him as such.

After about a year of imprisonment, Maddie devoted herself to three main goals: educating her daughter, escaping, and taking care of Vlad for good. When she wasn't helping Jazz increase her knowledge with the books and materials Vlad had given them, she was working on weaponry which had the potential of fighting off Vlad and his servants (though most of them were relatively harmless). Unfortunately, it seemed as if Vlad had a means of spying on her as he seemed to always know what she was making and would frequently take and/or destroy her work, forcing her to start from scratch. Though it was disheartening, she was not going to give up. From her perspective, getting a handle on Vlad was the only route of a feasible escape.

Though most of her thoughts retained to the protection of her daughter, she would occasionally wonder about her son. She had no knowledge of his life which she supposed was a good thing. The less she heard, the better as it meant Vlad was not making progress. However, there were whispers among the staff involving Vlad's interest in a recent case involving missing documents in a single parent household. Though it was probably no big deal, Maddie had an uneasy feeling every time she thought of it.

…..

An odd noise caught her attention around dinnertime. It almost sounded like a yell. Glancing over at Jazz, Maddie noted her daughter also had heard it. She looked in the direction of the noise just in time to catch someone falling from the ceiling. Unsure who had intruded into their space, she grabbed her newest completed weapon, an ecto-staff (complete with retractable edges), and slowly approached the newcomer. The person lying on the ground appeared young and completely knocked out. But, her assumption was quickly proven wrong as the figure groaned slightly before shakily standing up.

It was a teenage boy, or at least its appearance suggested it was, with startling white hair and a mostly black wardrobe. The white aura around him indicated he was a ghost, but Maddie had never seen a ghost fall such a manner which made her suspicious. Deciding to gain the upper hand in the situation before he could react, she snuck up on him while he was glancing around and stabbed him in the back with her staff, effectively shocking him. Secretly glad her invention worked, she removed the weapon from him back and then used it to slam him into the closest wall.

"Don't move!" Maddie hissed at the boy after shocking him again with the staff. "I don't know why Vlad sent you, but I am not going to let a ghost harm either me or my daughter!"

"Hold on a second!" The ghost's voice was full of fear and confusion as he held up his hands in protection. The echo in his voice made him a little difficult to understand, but it was the same with most ghosts. "I'm not going to hurt you! I didn't even realize you were here!"

Her response was to shock him again. "Nice try, ghost!" she snarled after his screams died down. Most ghosts, no matter how friendly they seemed, lied. It was in their nature to try and trick the living.

"Wh-what are you talking about….? What ghost? I'm… I'm not a ghost!"

Maddie raised an eyebrow as she studied the boy. He seemed genuinely confused; she could see it in his eyes. Was it possible this ghost didn't actually know it was a ghost? No, that was impossible."Oh, and I suppose normal people have unnaturally white hair and glow?" she asked sarcastically trying to force him to admit he was lying.

"Hey, that was something Vlad did to me…!" he retorted indignantly before realization seemed to hit him. "Wait a minute…. I'm glowing?" A frown crossed his features as he examined his hands and noticed the pale light emanating from his body. "Why the hell am I glowing? What was in that drink he gave me?"

She stared at him in amazement. "You didn't even realize…" she muttered to herself as the scientist in her started to emerge. "You're either a good actor or newly formed…" Examining him more, she quickly threw out the notion he was acting. Everything about him, from his body language to the honest surprise in his shockingly green eyes, indicated his expressions were genuine. But, ghosts weren't supposed to be able to be so expressive, unless they were newly formed as they still had some recollection of their human life. If he was newly formed, it represented such a great possibility! "Hmm… I've never gotten to study a newly formed ghost before…"

The boy seemed to understand her intensions and immediately tried to scoot away from her. Fascinating! Didn't he realize he could just phase through the wall? "Look, I really didn't mean to bother you!" he told her quickly as he glanced around for an escape route. "I really want to leave as much as you seem to want me to. So… if you could please just show me where the door is, I'll be out of your hair."

Maddie didn't answer him immediately which caused him to cringe. She was far too interested in his physiology. After powering down her staff, she placed the end of her staff to lift the boy's chin. "Fascinating! Your body structure is incredibly similar to that of a human's, and you clearly still think like one." It was true. He was the most human-looking ghost she had ever seen. If it wasn't for the white hair and glow, he would look exactly like a normal teenager. Even his skin color could pass as a human's. Normally, the closest a ghost got was a sickly pale white, but this kid was actually tan. Maybe his appearance would become more ghost-like as he got older.

"'Think'? What's with this think business? I am human!"

She was about to retort when her daughter suddenly pushed her aside. "You're scaring him!" she scolded before turning towards the boy and extended her hand. "Here, I'll help you up. By the way, my name is Jazz."

The ghost looked at Jazz warily before accepting the hand. "I'm Danny," he told her with a smile as she pulled him to his feet. Maddie was surprised how easily the ghost was able to interact with her daughter. Though most ghosts could interact with the physical world, it tended to take some effort. They boy seemed to have no problems whatsoever. Maybe it was another particularity of such a young ghost. "And… I … uh, didn't mean to come in here, I promise. I was just trying to get away from Vlad…" He coughed awkwardly for a moment before he looked around. "Um, where exactly am I anyways?"

Jazz was obviously amused by his response. After patting his shoulder, she led him towards her favorite couch, an old and patched gray thing she refused to let Vlad replace. "Let's exchange information. You're obviously confused by this just as much as we are."

Maddie watched the interaction with a wary eye. While she wasn't too keen on letting the ghost get close to her daughter, it didn't seem like it was hostile. Maybe hostility was another trait which was age dependent. No matter the reason, it was still a great opportunity to study the boy. It also gave another possibility; he could have some information on Vlad she could use. So, observing was her best course of action, for now.

…

"And I thought my situation was bad!" Danny remarked after he listened to Jazz explain their situation. He leaned back, allowing himself to rest his head on the back of the couch. "I can't imagine being trapped in a place like this for so long. And there isn't any way to escape?"

Jazz shook her head. "Trust me; we've looked over this place hundreds of times with no luck."

A frowned crossed Danny's face as he considered it. "It's just like the room he had me in… except it at least had a door. Man, that guy really is a fruitloop. Why has he kept you here for so long?"

"He hasn't exactly privileged us with that information," Maddie sniffed as she stared at the ghost. While he didn't seem like a threat, she still wasn't sure he wasn't under Vlad's control. "I'm surprised he hasn't told you."

"I keep telling you I have nothing do with that guy! Not only did he kidnap me and give me this weird stuff, but Winston told me he's the one who attacked my family!"

"Hey…" Jazz quickly interrupted noticing Maddie was starting to get irritated. She inwardly smiled at her daughter; Jazz was really good at reading her mood. "You've mentioned this drink Vlad gave you a couple times now… What exactly was it?"

"Not sure��" he replied with a frown. "I was trying to break down the door to that room I was in when he came in and somehow managed to be in two places at the same time. One of the Vlads held me still while the other forced this nasty tasting green glowing stuff down my throat. Next thing I know, I'm sick to my stomach and in a lot of pain." He grimaced and grabbed his arms as he recalled the event. "After I woke up… Vlad came in and started talking about this curse before dragging me in front of a really big mirror. After catching a glimpse of my appearance, I freaked out, ran for my life, and tripped over my own feet. Next thing I know, I'm in a strange room being stabbed by that staff." He glared at Maddie. "What exactly did you do to it to make to shock people like that?"

"Hold on a moment… you 'caught a glimpse of your appearance'?" Jazz paraphrased slowly. "So, you're implying you didn't look like you currently do before getting here?"

"Yes! What's so hard to understand about that?" Danny's voice was full of frustration. "I don't know why Vlad changed my clothes and hair color. Where does that guy get off dying someone's black hair white? It's going to take forever to get all of this bleach out…"

Maddie shared a look with her daughter as Danny examined one of the snowy locks near his face. He really didn't seem to understand exactly what had happened to him, and he certainly didn't seem to realize he was no longer human. He was even sitting perfectly on the worn out couch like a regular person. Normally, even when sitting, ghosts tended to float above the piece of furniture instead of touching it.

But, there was a bigger implication to the ghost's words. He was suggesting he was still alive when Vlad had gotten a hold of him. If Vlad had indeed killed the boy than how many of the other spirits they had encountered through the years had met their fate in the same way?

"So… Danny," Jazz stated suddenly in an attempt to change the subject, "how old are you?"

He frowned for a moment before he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Hmm… that is a good question. Since I'm not exactly sure how long I've been here, I'm not sure if my birthday's passed. If it has, I'm fifteen now."

Maddie had to turn away for a moment after listening to the boy. Usually she was unaffected by the words of a ghost, but this one was different. He was approximately the same age as her missing son. Had he been taken away from his family like hers had been? At least she was still alive and would eventually be able to try and reconnect with the boy when she eventually escaped. This child would never get the same chance.

…...

About an hour had gone by since Danny had fallen through the ceiling. While the boy was proving to be surprisingly good company, Maddie was surprised no one else had visited them as dinner time had passed. Suspicious, but not overly alarmed, she turned her attention back towards the boy.

Though Danny had initially come across as shy, he was actually rather talkative and had a good sense of humor. Even she was warming up to him, though she wasn't going to admit it. She did allow herself to politely offer him a drink from the small fridge Vlad had given them in an attempt to play hostess. Amazingly, he drank it with no apparent problem. Ghosts weren't supposed to be able to handle human foods, but perhaps since he was so young he still had something of a human constitution. She was going to have to ask the boy to allow her to study him more in depth.

While the boy was telling a joke, he suddenly gasped and shivered. "Danny… are you okay…?" Jazz asked him hesitantly as she touched his shoulder. A small gasp escaped her as she watched a faint mist form from his breath before disappearing. How peculiar. Ghosts shouldn't be able to breathe, and it certainly wasn't cold enough in the room for it to be visible.

"Someone's coming…" Danny stated as he stood up and looked at the ceiling. His breath misted again as he spoke.

Maddie looked at him curiously. "What do you mean? Are you telling me you can sense other ghosts?"

"I… I don't know… But I think it's Vlad… Great… just what I need right now…"

"Are you sure?" If this boy was telling the truth, he presented an interesting possibility. This was the first time she had ever heard of such a power.

Danny wasn't able to give an answer before Vlad phased through the ceiling in about the area where he had been staring. The man looked agitated as he glanced around the room before allowing his gaze to focus on her and the two teenagers. A smile graced his lips as he floated down to their level.

"Ah, Maddie, Jasmine, you look wonderful today," he told them as a form of a greeting. "I do hope you forgive me for dinner being late today. A certain someone disappeared, and it's been a mess trying to find him." His attentions turned towards Danny, who hesitantly backed away. "My dear boy, how did you ever manage to end up down here?"

When Danny didn't answer, Vlad rubbed his eyes and continued to talk. "Though I had planned on introducing you to the girls eventually, I was hoping you would have a much better grasp of your powers before then. No matter… In fact, this may actually work to my advantage." He glanced at back at Maddie and gave a strange smile. "So, my dear, do you recognize him? I've heard a mother will always have some sort of recognition when she encounters a child she hasn't seen in years."

Maddie narrowed her eyes at the strange comment. "What are you talking about?" She glanced to her side to check where her staff was. Drat! Why didn't she grab it when it Vlad entered the room?

"Oh, how silly of me," he said as he placed his hand over his face in feigned embarrassment. "It would be much harder to recognize him in this form. Come here, Daniel."

The boy shook his head and continued to move away. "No way! I'm not letting a sicko like you come anywhere near me again."

"When will you learn you are in no position to argue?" Vlad's tone was rather resigned as he tiredly made three duplicates of himself.

As Danny kept switching his glance between the different Vlads in a terrified manner, Maddie snuck over and grabbed her staff. She kept her movements as quiet as possible until she noticed the clones were about make a move to grab the boy. "Danny, run!" she shouted as she attacked what she believed to be the original with her staff.

"You'll regret that, woman!" the hybrid snarled as he and two of the clones turned their attention to her.

One of them shot a beam of pink ecto-energy while another disappeared. She easily blocked it with her staff, as most ecto-infused weapons could deflect such attacks, before using it to stab the air behind her. A grunt of pain told her she had hit her mark; Vlad could be so predictable some times. Bringing the bottom of the staff up from the ground, she nailed the ghost in the chin to giving him an injury somewhat comparable to that of an upper cut. She then flipped the staff to use the momentum to bring it horizontally and nail him again in the face. A satisfying crash told her he was down for the moment. One down, three more to go.

She quickly jumped back as another blast was sent her way. As soon as she landed, she had to lean back as the other Vlad involved in her fight swung a right hook at her. Recovering before he could, she swung the bottom of her staff up towards her so she could circle it and hit him. The ghost tried to turn intangible before it hit, but the ecto-energy within the staff still sent a painful shockwave through him. Bringing the bottom of the staff up, she switched the position of her hands to allow her to bring the tip down on the top of his head. Sensing the approach of another clone from behind her, she thrust the staff backwards,hitting the him, before sliding it back forwards to once again hit her previous opponent.

Quickly adjusting her hands again, she swung the staff around, much like an overly large baseball bat, catching both of her opponents as the move caused her to crouch. Bringing the rear end of the staff to the floor, she slid the tip out until it was resting under the opponent behind her as she turned around. Standing, she shifted positions and brought the end of the staff right between Vlad's knees. She could hear him slump to the floor as she turned her attention back towards the other one. Somewhere on her right, she could see the Vlad she hit earlier getting up from the floor.

The frustrating thing about ghosts was their incredible resilience. While they could be damaged with the proper weapon, they were easily able to recover if given the time. Though Vlad was somehow only half ghost, he still possessed the annoying trait making him a difficult opponent, even if she was the better fighter. And, he was an expert at distractions.

A yell somewhere to her side caught her attention. The one Vlad which had gone after Danny had finally gotten a hold of him. Vlad was trying to say something when an irritated, "Get away from him!" was shouted followed by a heavy book being thrown. Though the book easily passed through Vlad, he did give Jazz a rather irritated look.

"I would stay out of this if I were you, girl," he retorted as he raised his hand towards her. Pink energy circle the outstretched hand as he kept the other firmly attached to Danny's shirt.

"You leave my daughter alone!" Maddie shouted as she started to charge towards the fourth Vlad. Her movements were cut short as she was grabbed from behind by several hands. She struggled only to find she was effectively stuck and at least a few inches from the ground.

"Just sit back and watch the show," one of the Vlads hissed in her ear. "Struggling won't get you out of this mess."

"Now that all of the distractions are gone…" the Vlad holding Danny looked over the terrified boy rather carefully. "You've caused quite a lot of trouble today… I would be more careful in the future. You wouldn't want the people who care about you to get hurt, would you?"

Danny was barely able to mumble an answer when Vlad started sending shocks through his body. Maddie watched in horror as the boy screamed as he started to convulse. After an agonizing moment, Vlad stopped the shocks and held the limp boy by the arm seemingly waiting for something. After a moment, a dazzling blue-white ring appeared from Danny's waist. It quickly spilt in two; each half traveling along both halves of his body. When the lights died down, a completely different boy was dangling from Vlad's grasp. This one had pitch black hair and lighter skin. Even the outfit was different.

Apparently satisfied, the solitary Vlad glanced at Maddie and held up the seemingly unconscious boy. "Maddie, meet your long lost son, Daniel Fenton." He then flung the boy onto the gray couch. As he did so, the other Vlads let go of Maddie and were absorbed back into the other one. "As you can see, he has come into his birthright… though he doesn't look anything like what either of us were expecting. But, I'm not overly bothered. There are things I must prepare for him, so until I return, look after him. I dare say you should welcome this as a great time to bond with him. Ta!" With a mocking grin, he floated up towards the ceiling and disappeared.

Maddie, though no longer trapped by the ghost, was unable to move as she stared at the boy on the couch. This child… this ghost, was really her son? But how…?

She collapsed to the floor and tried to hold back her tears. She had tried to prevent this! Vlad wasn't supposed to get a hold of him! And Danny… poor Danny, she and Jack had done research to try and prevent him from becoming like Vlad, but it had all been for naught. She should have known better than to try and fight fate. But, how was she going to live with herself when the sweet boy from before became the monster from her nightmares?

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It was actually pretty fun to write Maddie's fight scene. I've actually taken Kung Fu in the past and was fortunate enough to learn some staff forms. With my staff currently sitting in the living room (where I usually tend to do my writing), I was able to grab it and fool around with different movements and forms to try and get a semi-realistic fight going in my mind. But, staff movements aren't easy to describe. There aren't a lot of technical terms and you can't swing them sideways without picking them up in certain ways. The circling I describe is in reference to switching staff positions/forms. Note, when you learn how to work with a staff, it's usually taller than you are.

Vlad is a master manipulator, strategist, and can fight, but knowing he tends to let others do his work, I'm fairly certain Maddie would be able to take him in a real fight if he didn't get a chance to plan it out. Sure, Maddie could have gained the upper hand on him a while ago, but that's exactly why he takes away her weapons. The staff escaped due to the ends being retractable allowing it to be stored in odd places. Yes, I thought about this.

#Eidolon #danny phantom #dp #danny phantom au #dp au #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #vlad plasmius #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fantasy #alternate universe #paranormal #supernatural

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just-dreaming-marvel · 5 years ago

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ONE HUNDRED TWELVE - THREE YEARS LATER...

LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story

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Word Count: 2,000ish

Summary: Three years after Thanos, Tony has an idea to help Bailey control her abilities.

When Tony woke up, I informed him of what had happened between the Team and Thanos. He decided then and there that he was going to take Pepper and I away from all this. Before Thanos, he had bought a lot in the country side next to a lake. He immediately got to work on designing and building a house there. We stayed at our penthouse in the city while it was being built. Natasha refused to give up on trying to convince Tony and I to stay back and help piece the world back together. But we didn’t want to. I understood what she was trying to do, but I was with Tony on this one and also wanted out of this life I was forced into. I did feel bad for Nat though. We hadn’t heard from Clint, but violent killings were beginning to pop up everywhere with a pattern that could have only been him. Which meant that his family hadn’t survived. Thor had found out that some of the Asgardians, that escaped his ship before Thanos attacked it, had survived. Nat and Rhodey helped him find a place for them to settle. We hadn’t heard from him since.

Tony ignored Steve, which wasn’t very hard or surprising. Steve and I kept secretly seeing each other. We agreed that this time would be different than the last, and that absolutely no one could know. So, when Tony or any of the others were near, I ignored him and was rude, pretending to be whole heartily on Tony’s side. It hurt me to have to act like that, but I knew that it was better this way. Steve kept himself busy with running a support group for those who lost people. He was struggling, kept having nightmares of Bucky disappearing right in from of him. But I helped him, with my powers I was able to stop his nightmares.

Once the new house by the lake was done, Tony, Pep, and I moved in. We had a small wedding ceremony for Tony and Pepper, there on the river bank. It was the three of us, plus Happy, Rhodey, and a minister. It wasn’t anything that we had previously been planning for, but it was still beautiful. Not long after, a good surprise came into our lives. My baby sister, Morgan H. Stark, was born and my little family of three became four. Apparently Pepper had gotten pregnant just before the snap. Tony and I were overjoyed, especially Tony, when she told us. I couldn’t help feel a little jealous of the baby. The two were so happy and Tony was so doting. It made me wish that I could have been born to parents like this.

I loved seeing Pepper and Tony with baby Morgan. It always brought a true smile to my face. Especially when Tony was struggling with Morgan, whether it was changing her diaper or trying to calm her down. Morgan and I bonded in an interesting way, she gravitated towards me almost instantly. The first time I held her it was like the whole world stood still and I knew that I needed to do anything and everything that I could to keep her safe. To protect her and make sure that she didn’t ever have the childhood I had. I used my abilities on her often. I would get into her mind and show her amazing things as well as help calm her down. Tony and Pepper would always watch me interact with her. They loved watching their two girls.

When we weren’t in awe of Morgan, Tony and I were still building things. We started designing a suit for Pepper. We also built more suits for us as well as trying to figure out a way to quiet down my powers so that I wasn’t struck with visions at random times. The visions did help a little with keeping tabs on what the Team was doing. Steve had basically moved out of the compound and had started a support group in New York City for others who had lost people. Natasha kept the Avengers Initiative up and running with the help of Carol, Rhodey, Rocket, Okoye, and Nebula. And Bruce found a way to allow him to merge himself with the Hulk.

Because of the snap and Morgan being born, Pepper started to hand more and more Stark Industries duties off to me. I was basically running the thing, I just didn’t have the official title just yet. People were very impressed, being a 21 year old and basically CEO of one of the largest companies on earth. The public kept comparing me to my father, and I wasn’t mad about that. I also wasn’t mad about the work load. It kept me busy and close to my family. It also helped me keep close with Steve. I had to go to New York City for Stark Industries a lot, and we would constantly met up there.

It had been almost three years since the incident. I was fast asleep in my room in our house next to the lake. It was the first time in a long time I actually got to sleep in. And I intended to sleep and relax as much as possible before having to go to New York City for some Stark Industries business. My 23 year old body was sprawled out on my bed, on my stomach, when Tony snuck into my room. I peaked one eye open and looked at him when I woke up to his giddiness beginning to course through me. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned as I curled up under my blankets.

“Go away,” my morning voice quietly rasped.

“I don’t think so,” Tony replied, sitting on my bed. “Get up, B. I have something to show you.”

“No…” I curled further into my blankets. “I told you that I was taking it easy this weekend. I really don’t need your giddiness ruining my peaceful sleep.”

“I think I can help with that.” I peaked my head out of my blankets and raised an eyebrow at him. “I see that I’ve peaked your interest,” he laughed. “You’re going to have to come with me to find out what I’m talking about.”

I huffed and glared at him. “Fine.” I rolled my eyes as Tony happily jumped up and I threw my blankets off of me.

Tony offered me a hand. I put my hand in his, he helped me out of bed, and then guided me out of the room and down the stairs to his ‘office’. It’s basically his lab but, for his sake and the fact that the garage was also part lab, Pepper and I called it his office. We entered and he pulled up a chair from the hologram table in the middle.

“Sit,” he told me.

I gave him a skeptical look as I moved to sit down. “What are you up to?”

“So..” He rubbed his hands together. “I know the past… um… 5 years… give or take a few… have been hard on you with these ‘visions’” He did air quotes with his fingers while he said visions.

I nodded. “Yeah… But I’ve been able to handle them. We’ve been working on it. The exercises Bruce and Carol have come up with are working.”

“Yes, but not all the time.”

“Correct. But where are you going with this, Dad?”

“I think that I’ve found a way to help you control them.”

I sat up straighter. “What? How?”

“FRIDAY, pull up the stuff on project visions.”

Quickly, the hologram table lit up showing my brain scans, info about my powers and the visions, as well as a few sketches of some watches and bracelets. I stood up to get a closer look at the holograms as Tony moved to the other side of the table.

“I’ve been running some tests and I have found something that I’m pretty sure will work,” Tony informed me. I nodded for him to continue. “I would inject you with these nano bots I’ve been working on.” Tony pulled the nano bots up on the hologram. “I would inject them in the part of your brain,” a scan of my brain popped up with a spot lit up, “that is the most active when these visions happen.”

“But isn’t that the same spot that is more active when I’m using the other parts of my telepathic abilities? And what exactly would the bots do?”

“I’m getting to that. So the bots will surround that part of your brain and temporarily disconnect your telepathic abilities. The bots will me controlled by these.” The watches and bracelets all popped up. “I designed multiple options, so you could decide which ones you want. There’s a button on each of these that will dissemble the nano bots when you want to use your powers.”

“What about my healing abilities or even the empath ones? We have never ran tests on the empath ones.”

“I took those into account when I ran the tests… Your empath abilities are controlled from a different part of your brain.” The brain scan moved and lit up the part of the brain he was talking about. “The same with your healing abilities.” That part of the brain lit up as well. “If you want to, we can inject nano bots into the part of your brain that controls the empath abilities. But I’m not going to do it where your healing abilities come from… And, I’m also a little hesitant to do it where your empath abilities are concerned just because of how easily you’re affected by that part.”

I nodded as I took all of this in. It would really help, not being randomly bombarded by these random visions, since that’s what we’re calling them. And I understood were Tony was coming from where my empath abilities were concerned. I really only had one big concern, would this really work?

“How many tests have you ran?” I asked.

“Many. And more than half of them have been successful.” I bit my lower lip and nodded as I looked down. Tony saw my hesitation and quickly made his way around the table to me. “Hey… I know this can be scary and I know it may seem like I’m pressuring you… but this is really up to you and it’s your choice and you don’t need to make a choice right this second… This can also be temporary. Just until you feel more confident in controlling them.”

“Okay…” I nodded a little. I looked up at Tony. His eyes were so loving and I knew that he wasn’t going to pressure me into doing anything that I didn’t want to. “Thanks so much, Dad.” I wrapped him up in a hug. “I’m going to need to think about it. And then I’ll get back to you.”

Tony wrapped his arms around me. “Anything for you, sweetie… You know that I’d do anything for my girls…” He kissed the side of my head. “What ever you decide, just let me know.”

I pulled away, kissing his cheek as I did so. “I will.”

The rest of the weekend was spent reading on the dock or the porch, napping, helping out with Morgan, and thinking about Tony’s offer. By the time Monday morning rolled around, it was hard to convince myself to go to work. Happy, oh the ever dependable Happy, showed up with the car right on time. I said my good byes to my family, promising them that I would be home by Friday and call everyday, before heading on my way. On the way to the city, I decided to make a change in the plans.

“Happy?” I tried to get the man’s attention.

“Yeah?” He glanced back in the rear view mirror.

“Can you take me to the compound? I need to do something there.”

His eyes gave a look of surprise. “Sure thing, kid. Um… may I ask why? After all this time?”

I sighed. I hadn’t been to the compound since the day we moved. “I need some advice… And I’m missing an old friend.” I gave him a small smile.

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bittersweetmelxdy · 5 years ago

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Prompt 60 Victor plz?

so I usually write all my headcannons and scenarios that are set in ‘present day’ as part of the bittersweetmelxdy writing universe, where each of the love interest exist in their own separate universe where all the scenarios and headcanons are connected to the other. But I couldn’t fit this one in the rest, so assume this one exists by itself :), Hope you like this dear, I know you’ve been waiting for this for a long time.

Title: a calm before the proverbial stormPairing: Victor x MCWords: 1,417

Victor had woken up that morning in a state of calm, something that would not last throughout the day unbeknownst to him. He rose at his usual time, kissed his wife on the temple before rising to complete his morning routine. He then helped his wife out of bed, checked his schedule and emails, whilst she got dressed and then he carried her down the stairs to the kitchen, to prevent any accidents whilst she was heavily pregnant. Setting her tenderly in a rocking chair in the corner of the kitchen he then was about to leave, when he heard some sniffing behind him, immediately he whipped his head back around to see what had hurt his wife.

“Wait! Where are you going?” your tears welled up in your eyes, and Victor’s felt a sharp pain in his chest at the sight of your pitiful gaze.

“Just to the kitchen.” he reassured, “you’ll be able to see me.” he then pointed at the counter that was clearly in your sight range.

“It’s too far.” you sobbed.

“Dearest, it’s not-”

“Victor if I say it’s far! it’s far!” you were on the verge of sobbing due to your irritation

Victor drew you into his chest and rubbed your back, which somehow only made your tears come worse. Feeling helpless, he just drew you in a little tighter, taking care of your pregnant belly, and hushed your sobs whispering soft words into your ear. Until your sobs subsided and you simply just sat and breathed deeply.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, I don’t mean to be like this, but I just can’t.” You whispered, your voice hoarse and your fists clenched tightly in the back of his shirt.

“No, no dearest, it’s fine.” Victor slowly extracted you from his frame and then he eased you into a standing position, escorting you gallantly into the kitchen, “But maybe you are a bit too far for me to look after.” Victor took your bright beaming smile as his reward for his solution to your pregnancy-induced mood swing.

While he made breakfast for the two of you, he snuck glances as you set the coffee machine on for him, and then reached for a cloth to continue to clean the surfaces of your already spotless kitchen. He smiled as he watched you furrow your brows in concentration, if the doctor hadn’t mentioned that this behaviour was sometimes exhibited by expectant mothers, he would have been really confused at your new-found mysophobia. The doctor had amusedly told him when he had fussed over you about this, that sometimes some mothers take to “nesting” as their labour date draws closer and closer. He was told it was nothing to worry about, and that if anything he should indulge you in your behaviour and allow you to “nest” happily. You hadn’t caused too much chaos in your day-to-day life; it was mostly just excessive cleaning and moving around pillows and blankets in order to make the place more comfortable for yourself. Victor would just let you be, secretly enjoying how hard you were trying to make your home more friendly for your coming child.

The smell of breakfast being finished, is what stopped your cleaning spree, Victor watched as you sniffed twice deeply before waddling your way to the table and easing yourself into a chair awaiting Victor with both of your breakfasts. Victor snorted once, and you immediately glared at him in response.

“Stop laughing Victor, it’s not funny, I can’t walk.” You pouted at him.

“I can’t help it dummy.” Victor placed the plate in front of you and as you tilted your head in anticipation towards him, he rewarded you with another kiss to your temple, withholding his thought on how adorable you were.

Breakfast passed without much fuss, Victor filling you in about his schedule whilst he watched you fondly munch away at your stack of pancakes that were literally covered maple syrup and bananas. He was lucky that your pregnancy cravings hadn’t been too crazy, the baby mostly just craving sweet foods, their favourites including kit-kats and strawberries. Seeing as you had always had a bit of a sweet tooth, this was a game Victor was definitely a pro at, knowing plenty of recipes to satiate your urgings. Victor loved watching you eat what he cooked, and you being pregnant meant that he could impress you even further with his culinary skill.

After breakfast, despite his refusals, Victor eventually bowed out and let you wash the dishes, choosing to instead to gather both your belongings to place them by the front door. He then helped you to the car and carefully drove you to LFG. Seeing as your office was closed for the day, Victor didn’t want you at home by yourself, so he decided that today he’d look after you himself.

Arriving at LFG, Victor settled you into his office, letting you place your belongings where you saw fit, as also using the blanket Victor had bought for you earlier, to nest yourself onto the sofa in the office. After a parting hug and kiss, Victor went about his day, working in his office and answering phones calls, periodically checking on you throughout the day to make your safe and happy. You had felt a few cramps and twinges, but you didn’t want to worry Victor unnecessarily, so you passed it off and didn’t let him know. However, it was when he finally left his office that things took a turn.

It was halfway-through the meeting, just as Victor was about to ask the company’s representative about their financial projections for the project, when Goldman burst into the room breathless. Victor raised his eyebrow at his assistant and Goldman doesn’t even bother to work around to tell him discreetly he just panted out the news that both made Victor’s blood run cold and sent him into fight-or-flight mode.

“Y/N’s water broke, she’s gone into labour.”

The whole room was so quiet, as Victor stood up abruptly, didn’t even gather his things and barely remembered to utter a “meeting adjourned”, before rushing back to his office to see you. You were sat, exactly where he had left you, and were breathing deeply, hands on your stomach. Victor sat gingerly next to you and placed a hand gently on your back, rubbing it in smooth circles to calm your already frazzled nerves. Looking up at him up offered him a tired smile and another contraction caused you face to twist in pain and your head lolled forwards, Victor scrunching his brows and resting his forehead against yours, as he listened to Goldman tell him that he had contacted the ambulance and they were on their way.

The paramedics helped you into a wheelchair and wheeled you down into the ambulance, Victor being allowed to ride in the vehicle to the hospital. Following them as they wheeled you into the delivery room, Victor’s heart contracted watching how much pain you were in. Once in the room, you latched onto Victor’s hand, squeezing it to the point of pain, as the doctor told you calmly to push.

“This hurts so much. We have to use condoms next time; you can never plan this pain as much as you plan for the baby!” You were almost screaming in pain.

“I thought you were the one who wanted a big family.” Victor tried to tease.

“Victor, don’t give me that smart attitude this is to-” you stopped speaking to give another painful push, “this is totally your fault.”

“Wholly and completely dearest.” Victor tried to placate you.

“Just another push Mrs Li, we can see the head.” the doctor told you.

You turned to Victor tiredly, “Victor I can’t, I just can’t…”

“You can, my brave, brave girl, I know you can.” Victor reassured you, and finally after one final push that nearly caused you to pass out, as your consciousness began to blur, you were greeted by the glorious cry of a small baby.

“Congratulations Mrs Li, you have a beautiful baby girl.” the doctor smiled, cutting the umblical cord, and you wearily smiled back, having already given birth to the afterbirth, watching as they left to clean and weigh the baby.

Victor brushed the damp hair from your forehead and pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, as you continued to slip in and out of consciousness, “Sleep dearest, you deserve it.” and your world faded as you finally succumbed to sleep.

#mlqc scenarios #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mr love victor #mr love li zeyan #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #love and producer #evol x love #bittersweetmelxdy writes

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capricornus-rex · 5 years ago

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Love’s Mischievous Twin (3)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: The Imperial troops and Inquisitorius threaten to occupy your home planet, a certain someone from the past gets a little too close for comfort for Cal’s taste.

Prompt: Jealous Cal

Legend: [p/n] = planet name; choose your own fave Star Wars planet ;)

1 | 2 | Masterlist | Read next: Part 4

3 of ?

Everyone continued on until you’ve made it to your hideout. You weren’t able to see your family but at least you know that they are safe—that was the important part. The only people found in the hideout were at least half a dozen politicians—whom you don’t recognize or personally know—and the Captain’s men.

You stayed in the hideout for the rest of the day, strategizing and planning the removal effort of the Stormtroopers in the capital. All of those involved—Captain Osmos, his men, you and the crew, and Armus—discussed around a holotable projecting the blueprint of the Parliament Palace, the streets of the city, and the underground network that the Imperials have little to no knowledge of.

“There are passages from here in the Palace that let out to several points in the city,” Osmos explained.

He also presented the endpoints of each passage underneath the city, he hovered his finger over each different point where the passages would let out.

“It’s a hybrid of catacombs and tunnels—completely invisible to the Imperials and literally under their noses.” He added.

The plan was to evacuate the politicians to the neighboring city where there is an estate that can house them until the removal effort will commence.

“They are better safe anywhere than here where there’ll be skirmishes left and right,” a guard commented.

“What about their communications?” You blurted and everyone looked at you.

The same guard who commented stepped in to answer your question, he also zoomed in on the map where their communications towers were temporary erected to transmit and receive messages from their command ship.

“Their communications will be dismantled before anybody could engage the Stormtroopers. It will only take a small team to the job to avoid their eyes on us, we just need to take down one of their communications tower to cause a disruption.”

“Then let us take it down,” Cal steps in and volunteers even before the captain could even ask.

“Cal!” Cere exclaimed with worry. “Are you sure about this? Think carefully of what you’re going to put yourself into. I don’t want you getting hurt in something that you couldn’t do alone.”

“Don’t worry, Cere,” you come in. “He won’t be alone. I’ll go with him.”

Cere took your words to heart and you saw the trust in her eyes. Her smile was full of relief, she knows she can count on you and Cal, and she knows that there’s no point arguing with your decision.

You snuck a wink at Cal as both of you exchanged secret looks at each other.

“Forgive me for asking, but do you know how to disable Imperial communication towers?” Armus questioned Cal, surely he didn’t think you were dumb enough to not notice the condescence in his voice.

Cal looked at him intently while replying, “I worked as a scrapper in Bracca, I’ve salvaged anything under the Empire and Republic: Star Destroyers, command ships, and even towers for parts. You name it. I think I have a pretty good grasp of how these things work.”

“Plus, we have a pretty spectacular droid to help us out,” you motion your head to point at BD-1 who took pride in the title “spectacular droid” with a melodic trill.

“Alright then,” Captain Osmos threw his hands wide. “I guess we have our team now.”

Prior to the meeting’s conclusion, the captain and his guards—along with Cere—peppered a few more steps in the actual plan. Before everyone knew it, night has fallen and the plan would have to wait until dawn when they are most vulnerable.

You had no choice but to stay the night in the hideout. Most of the politicians have drifted off to sleep, some of the guards were appointed in the night’s watch; meanwhile, you were restless, you stood by the tall windows of the hall, overlooking the city. Armus walks up to you.

“Since when did you become so assertive?”

“What do you mean?”

“Back at the meeting, you sounded so… different,”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“No, really, I wasn’t expecting you to speak up like that,” he blinked. “You sounded so confident. Almost like a politician, like your mother.”

You didn’t speak anymore. His eyes wandered over your shoulder, looking at Cal huddled with the crew, chatting with the younger-looking guards about his age.

“What is he to you?”

“What?”

“The redhead,” he said in a manner of a teasing singsong.

“He’s someone very close to me,”

“That explains the way you spoke of him—with high regard and great confidence,”

“Because I know he will pull through, Armus,”

You excused yourself, ending the conversation with that point, and joined in on the huddle with Merrin, Cal, and BD-1. You settled yourself in the small circle while snuggling yourself with the scarf that one of the guards offered you.

Merrin secretly elbowed Cal to do something—anything—and pretended to casually excuse herself.

“I think I’ll have a second helping of the porridge,” she stands up and leaves the huddle.

Meanwhile, BD-1 nudged Cal by the thigh until he scooched closer to you and filled the gap that Merrin has left for a “second helping.”

In one huddle, you saw that Greez was softening up to the guards with Cere and Captain Osmos. Albeit out of earshot, the guards seem to be praising Greez for the porridge that he helped whip up for the evacuees and guards.

“I wonder what Greez added into the recipe to make Merrin get seconds?” Cal started, trying to make you laugh.

“You gotta give it to him, he takes pride in his culinary skill,” you joked back.

The two of you shared a private chuckle and then Cal extended his poncho to your side.

“Come here, you seem cold,”

You went closer to his side and he wrapped you lovingly under his arm, with the poncho blanketing you both from the cold night’s wind. You rest your head on his shoulder while he rests his cheek on your head. His free hand gestured BD-1 to join in on the cuddle session and the little droid happily obliged, nestling himself on the space of your legs.

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gryfon-spanish-werewolf · 4 years ago

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7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?

15. What is the fanfic you’ve written that you’re most proud of?

16. What fanfic tropes do you avoid writing for?

17. What fanfic tropes do you gravitate to writing for?

20. What feedback makes you the happiest to hear?

21. Is there an idea you’ve always wanted to write, but haven’t yet?

36. What fanfic of yours has the symbolism you’re proudest of?

39. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

Fanfic Writer Asks

7) In terms of headcanons (which I wouldn’t say I make often) I think I’m most proud of how I unabashedly use magic in a lot of my stories. Elsa’s magic, Troll magic, Other-magic - if I think something is neat then I kind of just roll with it!

Elsa’s ice magic, in canon has a LOT of uses, but I like pushing the boundaries. Ice-GPS? Check. Icepack for that burn? Check (though who hasn’t xD). Troll magic used for time travel? Check. Troll magic used for Dream-traversal?? Check. Physical embodiment of a strong emotion via magic? Check. Physical, evil appearance of an emotion incarnate via ice magic and troll magic and the POWER OF LOVE? Where’s my BINGO sheet? Cuz check that too.

15) OOF wow, that’s a hard one. I hate to say it but it MIGHT be one that’s not published and is currently sitting on my GDrive >_>;; I’m really proud of my Frozen!StarWars crossover

But of the ones that are published? Either A Banisher’s Dilemma or Great Knight Annatorias, The Abysswalker. I got to be super nerdy and meta on the second one^^

16) I avoid writing smut, I’ve never really been game for it. I’m always amazed that other people can write it, but I never really want to. I also tend to avoid angst, especially if it’s for no other reason than JUST angst. It has it’s place, but I don’t like using it just to get a reaction. (Some of you are already pointing fingers at Spirit - I know I KNOW xD It was a one off, I swear!)

17) I immediately gravitate towards anything SOFT. I love slice of life, I love characters bonding with each other, I love when they have CONVERSATIONS, especially about hard things that they can work through together! I also love “Firsts’”! First meeting, first hug, first confession, first kiss, first hand-hold, first date, first anniversary, etc etc. I love confessions and conversations. On the flip side I really love established relationships? Whatever they are: familial, friends, romantic or marital. There’s something really nice about a a pair or a group already being together. I have no idea where that all fits under your standard trope lists, but those are mine!

20) I absolutely scream if anyone ever quotes my stuff back to me saying stuff like “I really liked this line/paragraph/part because...” and then says why. I lose my mind. I also love when people say “This made me feel X” because I’m just ever so curious about how writing affects people!

Edit bc I forgot: I’ve had one (1) person make me fan art once as “feedback” for a story and I was on cloud 9 for like, shit, a month?? I still think about that person. I legit hope they are living their best life.

21) I wouldn’t say I “always” wanted to write this since I’m WAY too impatient to wait on ideas most of the time BUT I have had this au sitting in my WIPs folder for nearly 6 YEARS and it’s about how the King and Queen of Arendelle are secretly part of a vampire hunting guild. They kill a vampire that snuck into the castle one night but not before it infects their daughter and heir to the throne, Elsa (who’s like, 6 or 8). Even though they’re oathbound to kill vampires, they can’t kill their daughter. The castle is closed similar to post-Accident Frozen 1.

Jumping to modern times, Anna is a history student exploring the mountains of Norway with her classmate, Hans, and a guide, Kristoff, and they are heading for the ruins of Arendelle castle for a research project. Rumors say that despite wars, invasions, thrill seekers, and treasure hunters, a lot of people that go into that foggy area of the fjord waters and forest end up lost and never found. The few that make it out tell tales of strange chills and the feeling of eyes at their backs. Locals know that the headstones of the last living Royals (who died at sea) are still tended to, though no one knows by whom. Anna gets separated from the group and encounters a sleeping Elsa in the castle before sundown. Afraid for the stranger’s safety (it’s winter, it’s cold, and it’s going to be night soon), Anna attempts to wake Elsa, to no avail. Realizing she’s sort of stuck herself, Anna builds a fire and awaits morning (and her own rescue), unknowing that in the last rays of sunlight her “companion” is about to wake. For the worse.

Unrelated to fanfic, I HAVE always wanted to write a story about a girl named Rain (as such for her birth during a terrible storm) that misfortune is heaped upon by the bucketful, so much so that everyone believes she’s cursed, except for her tutor. I want her name have a double meaning that she both slumps and shines under, since rain may bring destruction, but also growth and healing.

36) A Banisher’s Dilemma, hands down. I did SO MUCH RESEARCH for that fic AND I was in a Bible New Testament class at the same time, so I just SHOVED a whole bunch of Christian history, themes, imagery, and references in there. It’s not the only symbolism however, as I mixed plenty of other global and cultural references in there as well. Hard not to, since Anna is literally jet-setting to a new location nearly every chapter.

39) Surprising maybe no one: light humor! My writing is often funny, mostly because I like to make myself laugh :D If I’m not having fun, than what’s the point!? Most often it’s shown off in my one shots or short fiction, but even re-reading some of my longer chapter fics still has me laughing at the same jokes I wrote many years ago.

If not humor than portraying strong emotions. I’ve received too many (generous and loving <3) comments about how pinpoint accurate or visceral my portrayal of joy or sorrow, grief or fear, or love and happiness are to deny it. And that’s much less of a boast and more a humble acknowledgement of people who have written very thoughtful responses to my work, and it would be irresponsible to imply that their words over the years were false in any way.

Thanks for the ask! These are a lot of really good questions!

#anon ask #fanfic ask #also did they change the way asks can be sent/formatted?#i swear I've never seen an ask stacked like that xD #great questions tho like I said #A Banisher's Dilemma #Great Knight Annatorias The Abysswalker #Spirit #The Darkness Within #unnamed Vampire!au #Frozen!StarWars crossover #So You Can Always Find Me #as for the humor? MOST of my little short stories have humor and they are all on Ao3 and FF.net

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louisapennyfeather2021 · 4 years ago

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Newsies/Swiped AU

Davey Jacobs as James Singer

Spot Conlon as Lance Black

Jack as Hannah

Racetrack Higgins as Rachel

Albert DaSilva as Weasley

Hotshot as Daniel

Les Jacobs as Ashlee Singer

Sarah as Leah Singer

Summary:

Davey and Spot are college roommates, both are in a computer coding class. Spot does his own thing and does what he needs to get through the year. Davey lives by a rule book, especially since Davey wanted to get into MIT instead of the college he's in at the moment. It's as simple as that.

One day Spot, along with his best friends Albert and Hotshot, approach Davey. They want his help creating an app. Not a dating app, but a hookup app. An app where you can get together with guys or girls, but it never lasts longer than that one hookup. Davey disagrees for a while before Spot finally offers to help pay for a ride to MIT if he'll help with the app. He also might do it because Spot "guarantees that every guy and girl will be on the app.

This really convinces Davey because he has a crush on an old friend from High School, the infamous not so infamous Jack Kelly. And he hopes that maybe he can work up the courage to talk to Jack again after a rough patch in high school.

So they set to work. Their coding teacher, Professor Denton, doesn't believe Spot for a second when he says that him, Hotshot, and Albert are working on an app as their project in their class. Davey made it clearly known that he has no interest in being known as the true creator of the app.

The app takes off great. Spot, Hotshot, and Albert are as happy as they can be. Hotshot hooks up with any girl who wants to. Albert, the openly Bisexual in the friendship group, hooks up with the boys and girls who want to. Spot, the closeted gay of the group, hooks up with girls. He originally wanted the app as a way to secretly meet people, boys, but his own paranoia kept him from disclosing that to Davey. This doesn't stop the jealousy when Albert continuously hooks up with a certain blond boy who's profile on the app only has a name of Racetrack.

Meanwhile, Davey manages to at least amend his friendship with Jack. Jack expresses how dumb and horrible he thinks the new dating app is and discloses to Davey that he can't understand why people would voluntarily do something that hurts them, referring to how some of his friends have had bad experiences with the app already.

The first semester of college goes by. Soon everyone's off for Christmas break. Spot, Hotshot, and Albert stay on campus and spend most of the break living their dream with the success of their app. Albert's just happy to have the slight fame and some of the attention, Spot's happy with the success, and Hotshot's thriving from the fame, but not in an arrogant egotistical way. He's just happy

Meanwhile, Davey's back home. He loves with his older sister and younger brother in an unreasonably lavish home, only there because of their parents who are hardly ever home. Davey has a few minor arguments with Les, mostly because of Les' behavior while Davey was away. Including taking and making Davey's room his "Home Office"

Davey spends Christmas dinner with his siblings and the FaceTime of their parents. After dinner, Davey learns of Sarah having created a profile on a new dating app. She goes out one night, hoping to meet someone and start a relationship after her last one left her torn apart. Davey begs Sarah's friend Katherine (also the girl who's had a crush on Sarah fro years) to help him and Les essentially spy on Sarah.

It's not until after seeing Sarah's heartbreak that Davey decides the app has to stop. So it does.

Davey shuts down the app and any others like it, forcing people to go back to regular dating apps. This sparks chaos back on campus. Spot, Albert, and Hotshot are all but hunted down for the "update", as this is what they pass it off as.

Davey returns to campus and avoids the boys, saying he's working on fixing the "bug". The boys finally corner him, although they are separated by a door. They try to get into Spot and Davey's shared dorm, which Spot lost his key for, and Davey manages to sneak out the window since they're on the ground floor.

Meanwhile, this conversation is happening outside.

Spot: "Dave, open the door!"

Hotshot: "Hang on, I got this." *Pulls out a lock pick*

Albert: "Hang on, where did you learn to do that?"

Hotshot: "My cell mate." *Even though he's never gotten anything beyond a singular detention in high school*

Albert: *completely confused and worried mouthing the words* his cellmate?!?!

They see Davey missing and they start searching for him.

Davey, however, has snuck over to Jack's fraternity house.

It's not Jack to answer the door though.

It's Racetrack

And Jojo

And Romeo

And Mush

And oh boy, Davey had never felt so scared in his life. A bunch of angry, college level boys who know he's friends with Spot Conlon. He begs them to hide him, give him a place to stay long enough for Spot and the others to stop looking for him.

It's not until Jack greets him with a smile and says he's not harmful that they let him in.

They ask Davey about Spot's app and tell him about their experiences. None of it sits well with Davey and he decides to make an app based off of the people who want relationships. So he makes a proposition to the Frat House. He'll help them make an app by their own rules. The rules of actually dating. All he asks is that they provide him a place to stay just for a few hours. None of them really believe him, but Jack convinces them that it's just a few hours.

Sometime later, Davey's back in his dorm room when the boys finally catch up to him. He tries to run out again, but he finally caves while forming a plan. You see, Sarah knows he can't sleep sometimes because of his habits. And he's basically guilted Spot into getting him some food whenever he's busy because he is the one who made the app, did all the coding and everything. Sarah got Davey some tea that helps him sleep.

And he asks for some, saying it'll help him calm down. In the process, Albert and Hotshot ask for some. They're stressed because the app is down, what's wrong with a little bit of calming tea, right???

Davey never drinks the tea, but Spot, Albert, and Hotshot do. Davey notices them asleep and he quickly packs up his computer and makes an escape. But he didn't realize that Hotshot woke up right as he escaped.

And so began the chase for Davey Jacobs.

It was definitely one for the books.

Davey ran straight to the Frat house. It was Jojo who opened the door. He almost didn't let Davey in until Jack told him to. Davey convinced the boys to let him stay in a spare bedroom.

But Spot was smart, he knew where Davey would go. He figured out Davey's crush on Jack. So that's where they went.

And oh boy, were those three boys in for a rock ride.

It started with knocking on the door. Aggressive, desperate knocking.

Next came the boys. It was Jack first with Race there to back him up. The three boys though tried really hard at begging to get in.

And then came down the fury of the Fraternity.

I'm talking baseball bats, candle holders, someone's jock strap. Everything. They all but surrounded the three boys looking for Davey while Davey simply worked in the guest bedroom upstairs.

To put it simply, those three boys wouldn't even consider showing their faces around that Fraternity house for a long time.

Eventually, Davey came clean to the Fraternity. He said he helped create the hook up app, but that he was also the one to shut it down. And he helped design a genuine dating app that made it known that people wanted more than meaningless sex.

Bonus?

Jack was the one to ask Davey out. Davey was a nervous anxious wreck, but he said yes. Jack couldn't help but laugh a little bit as Davey stuttered a yes. He thought it was adorable.

Davey managed to help Spot realize what he wanted. The two apologised, along with Albert and Hotshot. They realized the cruelty of their app. And Spot came out to his friends.

Hotshot owed Albert five dollars for that one. Spot was slightly offended, but he couldn't be for too long.

Especially since he asked Albert if Race was anything more than hook up. Albert said that Race probably wouldn't even consider being friends and he told Spot to go for it.

With some encouragement from Les and Davey, Katherine finally asked our Sarah. It was so embarrassingly awkward that both boys wanted to erase the memory.

So sort of happy ending.

So that left Albert and Hotshot.

The conversation went something like this:

Albert: "So, everyone we know wants a relationship."

Hotshot: "And?"

Albert: "Wanna go on a date?"

Hotshot: "Dude, no, we've had this discussion."

Hotshot: "But like, pizza sounds great right now."

This is kind of plotless but so was the movie😂

#javid #sprace #ralbert #newsies memes #newsies imagines #newsies broadway #newsies imagine #davey imagine #davey jacobs #jack imagine #jack kelly #spot conlon #spot imagine

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mulanxiaojie · 5 years ago

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Are you excited for the film? It seems that ur posting both positive and negative news on the new movie. No hate or anything. Just curious.

I guess it’s because I feel there are both good and bad things about the film. Nothing is 100% perfect or 100% horrible…that being said, all opinions so far are reblogs from other people and not 100% of what they say are what I agree with either. It’s more to promote different viewpoints.

For me…a live-action Mulan has been a dream of mine since 2015. I’m all four of their target demographics. A couple weeks after I fantasized about it, Disney actually announced it and I was ecstatic. Then they took so long and I lost interest. Then came the good and the bad.

Good: An all-Asian cast with a competent Chinese woman who can do martial arts. However, this should be a given and I’m not really applauding them for this sort of ‘representation’.

Bad: I never really liked Liu Yifei that much in the first place because she honestly just can’t act. What I’ve seen her perform in prior has looked so emotionless and sucked any heart or soul out of a story. I also don’t think she fits the role, looks or personality-wise. It’s the same offscreen too – she chose to show herself more through politics than expressing her personality to the wider world. Her impression to me to this day is still a more cold and distant one than a warm and friendly one. Through the trailers, I can tell that that wooden face will likely be the weakness of the film, especially since she takes front and center.

Good: More research was done with a little more thought put in it. Iconic but cringy things from original taken out (Mushu, hair cut) with more Chinese elements added in (phoenix, wuxia).

Bad: It’s still not enough. They removed the worst of it but there is still so many little things that snuck by, and new inaccuracies they decided to add (like her hometown). So you see the crew repeating the 1998′s crew history of patting themselves on the back for being so ‘true’ to the culture while, honestly, still majorly lacking in accuracy and authenticity. Despite what they think, there is still subtle stereotyping and generalizing of the culture.

If you check the cast and crew IMBD page, you’ll see that while the cast is something the internet approved of greatly, the behind-the-scenes crew is still very questionable. It’s like Disney casted Chinese and other Asians to please the public but still secretly wanted westerners to control the story and Chineseness. It’s all just for show.

Just because the fantasy/wuxia elements and set/costume details were done doesn’t mean it was done well. Sure they consulted cultural experts, but then decided to do the art themselves. Why didn’t they just hire Chinese people to work on the production design/costume design/art direction/makeup and even the music? At least a few people in charge of the culture they hold near and dear? Then the westerners can still take part in the project by being assistants instead of acting as the authority. All I see of those in control of art departments of the film is a sea of western influence.

There’s a huge noticeable difference between a Chinese person putting their heart and soul in their cultural arts, and a foreigner messing with this clunky alien thing they did not grow up with. Ends up that even though it is all high quality and highly detailed, I can still sense the shabbiness and orientalism in it. I mean, in some of the behind-the-scenes close-ups, why does the armor look so rustic and imperial gowns look like they are made of cheap fabric? Why did westerners make these decisions..? Well I have some ideas.

No matter what, they are still seeing through a western lens, and altering the art and story to satisfy western sensibilities and emotions. Making it actually Chinese would be too awkward and unnatural for them. Meanwhile we have to watch them tamper with this cultural icon, and viewing it will make it awkward and uncomfortable for us.

For example they wanted to include a kiss in one scene, which would have been a huge mess…thankfully that was shut down by Chinese critics and they removed it. I suppose a lot of bigger things were firmly dealt with, but I’m sure there are a plenty more parts the creators didn’t realize got passed anyway because the cultural experts who first viewed it were too exhausted to nitpick and debate every single subtle little detail.

People want to give Hollywood props now for not lumping all Asians as one, but even among Chinese we recognize the differences and diversity within the culture. It truly, sincerely, is not a monolith. Yet Disney is doing the same again by lumping it all as the same.

Also one of the worst parts is that they speak English instead of Chinese…in an ancient Chinese setting with real actors…it’s going to feel so weird as though it’s dubbed…it’s the biggest complaint of my friends and family…but I guess that can’t be helped.

In order to create a balance that is both true to Chinese culture and still clearly a Disney film, my idea would be to let Disney handle the overall funding and story because they are master storytellers, and then let Chinese people handle the production art and little details and critique during the process. Just consulting isn’t enough. Let people have authority and control over their own culture. Then maybe it would have worked. I don’t think it’s impossible. After all, Dreamworks has done it.

At the end of the day I have no say or control in the movie so I really have no choice but to go along with it. So there you go, I’m posting about it anyway.

Well I went on too long on the bad parts, and I may not even be right, and I haven’t seen the film yet so who knows? Another good thing is that there is the amount of Mulan merch that is going to come out of this. Both cute American novelty trinkets targeted towards Disney fans and gorgeous Chinese fashion with items targeted towards stylish women.

Lastly, there is the music. I’m not interested in the new vocal songs released, but the background orchestra of the original soundtrack is really gonna…I don’t even know how to describe, it’s going to move me to emotional heights, I’m going to soar. Cue the waterworks.

I really rambled on; this ended up being long and yet is only a summary of my thoughts. Initial reviews are saying it’s a good movie though. So I guess I’ll just have to wait and see! It’s gonna be while now tho lol

#admin post #but seriously why is there a huge difference in quality #just comparing the live action disney gifs and the chinese drama gifs I reblog #side by side #lmao #the orientalism #honestly wish I could answer this privately #I'm not looking for any arguments #asian pasian #mulan #disney #live action mulan #ask #answered

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anotherhystericalqueen · 5 years ago

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As Easy as Breathing III

Modern!AU Brian May x OC

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: None

A/N: Part III is here! Please let me know what you guys think, any and all feedback is appreciated. Also a big thanks to @spacedustmazzello for being awesome and a huge help with my writing💕

Part I Part II

Josie woke up early to her alarm going off the next morning. She grabbed her phone and hit the snooze, but that didn’t last long when she saw the text messages and social media notifications flooding her screen.

Brian: Hey, is everything okay?

Brian: You ran off pretty fast last night, is everything alright?

Brain: Josie? I’m getting worried. Please text me back

Roggie: Hey, we didn’t get back until super late so I’m coming in later in the morning. Can we talk later? I promise it isn’t about you and Brian.

John: Want to hang out later? I’ll be at the shop all day with Rog or Freddie if you want to do something.

Brian: I’m stopping by Rag Trade later to drop off my stuff from last night. Are you working today?

Instagram- you were tagged in a post by @Queenmusicofficial

Josie responded to John first. “Yea I’m opening today so I’ll be at the shop until 3-ish so come by the shop whenever. I’m working on a project for Freddie so we can do something afterwards.”

She didn’t check to see if he responded or look at any of the other texts before crawling out of bed and shrugging on her bathrobe. She snuck into the shared bathroom between her and Roger’s bedrooms and fell right into her morning routine.

After a quick but warm shower, some light makeup, and spending 20 minutes trying to find an outfit that met her standards, Josie grabbed her phone and shoulder bag from the end of her bed. The bag was a lot heavier than it usually was as she threw it over her shoulder, and it moved a lot more than a bag should have. Josie flipped open the bag to reveal an orange and white kitten curled up inside, his big green eyes staring up at his owner.

“Chippey,” Josie sighed and picked him up with one hand. “What are you doing in there? You know I can’t take you with me to work.”

The kitten meowed back at her as she placed him back on the floor. He began weaving in between her legs as she walked out to the kitchen area. Chip continued to persistently meow as she pulled up his food bowl along with Delilah and Miko’s and fished through the cabinet below for the cat food. All three cats meowed loudly and rubbed themselves up against her until their food bowls were full and their water was refreshed.

Josie poured herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast so she at least had something to eat before her shift and scrolled through her Instagram, checking the post she was tagged in.

It was a set of photos of the band performing onstage and hanging out backstage before the show. The front one was of the band and Josie in the backstage dressing room before the show, posing for the camera with bright smiles on their faces. She began to think back on what happened after that picture was taken, but was soon pulled out of her thoughts to see Roger standing in the kitchen, digging the kettle out from the top cupboard and filling it with water.

“Morning.” Josie piped up. “Sorry if I was too loud, I didn't mean to wake you.”

The drummer shrugged, grabbing a mug and a bag of his favorite tea. “No worries, I was already awake so you don’t have to apologize. If anything, I guess I am the one that owes you an apology.” He trailed off.

“Rog, it’s fine.” Josie replied. “You don’t have to apologize for something you weren’t aware of.”

“I know, but I wish you had said anything before trying to snog my best friend.”

Josie dropped her phone and glared at her roommate. “It was not my intention to kiss Brian, and you know I didn’t kiss him because you were there. And you didn’t have to run off afterwards if you had a problem.”

“And you didn’t have to run after me.” Roger remarked. “I don’t have a problem with who you can and can’t like, but all I am saying is that it would have been nice to know beforehand.”

“It isn’t your business to know who I do or do not like, even if it was Brian and I am not obligated to tell you anything.” Josie shot up from her seat so fast that both Miko and Chip jumped in surprise. She grabbed her now empty bowl of cereal, rinsed it out, and placed it in the dishwasher.

“I’ll see you at the shop.” She picked up her bag and threw it over her shoulder, not even making eye contact with Roger before heading out the door.”

~~~~~~~~~

The Rag Trade had very slow foot traffic in the morning, which gave Josie time to hang back at the counter and work on finishing Freddie’s jacket before he came in later. John and Roger joined her in the shop two hours later, Roger taking Josie's place behind the counter and John set himself in the back of the store with Josie’s workspace.

“What’d you think of the show last night?’ John asked. “I didn’t get the chance to see you after the show, looked like you were in a bit of a rush when I saw you.”

“It was fun,” The seamstress answered, not breaking concentration from the jacket’s meticulous detail work. “Sorry I couldn’t stay later. Had to get up early to open the shop, can’t make rent if we aren’t open, and also I promised Freddie that his jacket would be done today so I have to finish all this stoning or else I’m gonna get way behind on my schedule. What about you? Have some fun after I left?”

The bassist shook his head, “I guess. None of us were really in much of a partying mood last night.”

Josie looked up from her work, “How come?”

“I don’t know. The show went great but I just felt drained afterwards. And it felt like there was something going on between Brian and Roger after you left.” He explained.

Josie felt her stomach drop to her feet. Brian and Roger were mad at each other, and it was all her fault because she almost kissed Brian and Roger saw it happen. She remembered her and Roger’s conversation that morning. Josie barely knew what was happening between her and the guitarist and for sure wasn’t ready to explain it to Roger. “What do you mean by something going on? Like did they look mad at each other or something else was going on?”

John noticed Josie’s sudden interest in Brian and Roger. “They weren’t mad at each other from what I saw, it was more like they had to talk about something but didn’t want to bring it up in front of me and Freddie.” He shrugged, “My guess is that it was about the setlist, they were arguing about wanting to play some old Smile songs. Brian wanted to add them but Rog was against it and wanted to play more Queen songs.”

The sinking feeling in Josie’s stomach lightened just a bit. Maybe they weren’t mad at each other over her, it was about the setlist and she was just overthinking this whole thing. Josie turned her attention back to finishing Freddie’s jacket, adding plastic rhinestones to the jacket collar. She was over halfway finished and Freddie wasn’t coming in for another two hours, so she would have the heavy work done before Freddie would have a chance to see it for himself.

Josie and John worked in silence for the next two hours, Josie finishing her project and John focusing on his online classes he was taking for the summer. Josie occasionally broke the silence to ask for John’s opinion on her work to see if there was anything that looked out of place or that Freddie wouldn’t like. She would reciprocate with John as another set of ears to listen to him work out a problem.

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“It looks like something an angry lizard would wear.” Roger laughed as Josie put it on her canvas mannequin to check the fit and any final touches before Freddie came in.

Josie glared at her roommate as she added the final touches. She had transformed the beat up white leather jacket Freddie had modeled for them two weeks ago into a brand new garment. She kept with the white leather and re-stitched the collar to flare out all the way around and added fake rhinestones to the collar and cuffs of the jacket to add a level of sparkle that only Freddie would deem fashionable.

“As long as Freddie likes it, that’s all that matters.” She defended her creation.

“What’d you use to make it?” Roger wondered.

Josie shrugged. “Some scraps I had from old clothes and fake rhinestones I bought from a previous commission. The jacket itself was easily salvageable but I wanted to make it even better and something that only Freddie would wear.”

“And you did just that!” A voice exclaimed behind them. All three whipped around to see Freddie and Brian standing at the entrance of the shop. Freddie ran up to the jacket and pulled it off the mannequin before putting it on and modeling in the mirror four the others to see. Josie’s face lit up seeing how much Freddie liked it. “Darling this is absolutely stunning!”

“Jo, do you think you can make me one to wear to Sunday church?” Deaky joked, watching Freddie marvel in the mirror at his new garment.

Josie snorted out of laughter. “If you can find me another jacket like that I’ll be more than willing to make you one.”

“I think it looks great Jo.” Brian spoke up. “And like you said, as long as Freddie likes it that’s what really matters.”

Josie blushed at the compliment. “Thanks Bri, I should have yours done soon too.”

Brian waived her off. “No worries, take however much time you need.”

She laughed. “Thanks, I do have the embroidery we talked about sketched out already if you want to come in back and take a look.” She secretly hoped Brian would accept her offer so she would have a reason to talk to him in private about Roger and the after show events from the previous night.

Brian accepted her offer and followed her to the backroom of the shop that Josie claimed as her workspace for client projects and her work she was doing for Queen on the side. Brian’s jacket was spread out on her worktable, the sleeves now significantly lengthened with found denim and a galaxy print that Josie found at a secondhand fabrics store a few shops down from the Rag Trade. She even used the extra fabric to line the inside of the jacket to add some extra warmth to it. Brian couldn’t see the inner lining though because the jacket was flipped over to show the backside, which was stenciled with different planets and constellations that Josie had researched.

“So this is just a sketch of what I have in mind right now, but I can change it if there’s anything you want different.” She handed him the jacket so he could look more closely at the design. “What do you think?”

“It looks great Josie.” Brian marveled at her work. “I love it, and the fabric is a great touch.”

Josie blushed and rocked back on her heels, a nervous habit she had developed in school. “Yeah, I was hoping you would like it. The design is the hard part, so as long as you approve of it the embroidery should only take a couple days for me to do. I already have my threads so I just have to fill everything in.”

“I love it.” Brian grinned, handing the jacket back to her. “I can’t wait to see the end product.”

Josie took it back and played with the collar. “I can’t wait for you to see it either. I can text you when it is done if you want.”

“Yea, I’d like that.” Brian looked at her. “Also, I know we didn’t get to talk last night…...about what happened at the van.”

The sinking feeling returned to Josie. “Yea….”

“Are you mad at me?” Brian asked. “I swear I wasn’t trying to force myself on you, it-”

“Brian I’m not mad at you.” She cut him off. “We both didn’t plan on it happening but it happened. I just don’t know what it means or how to feel about it.”

Brian leaned against Josie’s worktable and ran a hand through his curls, trying to collect his thoughts. “It doesn’t have to mean anything right now if you don’t want it to.”

“I don’t know if I want to call it anything.” She sighed, taking a spot next to Brian. “Roger was upset at me this morning because I didn’t tell him there was anything going on with us. I told him it was none of his business and now I don’t know what to do.”

There was a long pause hanging in the air. Neither of them knew what to say next without it leading to a longer conversation they weren’t ready to have yet. Josie wanted to play it off as a one time thing and it wouldn’t happen again

“You’re right.” Brian spoke up. “This is none of Roger’s business. You don’t have to say anything if you aren’t ready.”

“I’m not. I don’t want to call this anything right now if that’s okay with you.” She replied.

“Fine with me.” Brian smiled. “I’m not going to push you into anything you don't want. And don’t worry about Roger, that’ll sort itself out. Promise.”

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Freddie took over managing the shop with Josie while John and Brian wandered off to grab lunch for the four of them. Roger made his way out onto the shop floor to try and pick up some business while Josie stepped back to where she kept all the clothes that were saved for Queen shows.

“Okay Jo, spill it.” Freddie said the minute Brian was out of earshot. “What is going on between you two?”

“What do you mean? There’s nothing going on between us.” She answered, turning her attention back to leafing through the rack of stage clothes in front of her.

Freddie rolled his eyes as he sat down on the couch. “Yea right, of course there’s nothing between you two just like there’s nothing between me and Jim.”

“Well then what’s going on with you and Jim then?” She shot back, continuing to focus on the garments in front of her. “You just met him yesterday. Also, what do you think of this?” She pulled out a black flowy button down shirt.

“Give it to Deaky, he liked the last one you gave him so see if he wants it for the next show. And you’re forgetting that Jim and I already have a date planned.” The singer added on. “That’s more than what you and Brian have going on.”

“We don’t have anything going on Freddie.” She rolled her eyes. “I guess we just vibe well together. I’m not looking to date anyone anyway, especially not one of your bandmates.”

Freddie cocked his head to the side at her response. “What do you mean by that? I have no problem if you dated someone in the band and I’m sure Roger or Deaky wouldn’t mind either.”

Josie placed the shirt with the rest of John’s stagewear. “Are you sure about that? I’m not too sure if Roger wouldn’t mind me dating a band member.”

“Now why would you say that?” Freddie asked.

There was a long pause between the two of them. Josie fiddled with a sleeve from another one of John’s shirts and Freddie drummed his fingers on his knee.

Josie took a deep breath. “Okay, if I tell you, you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone. Not Jim, not Deaky, not anyone.” Freddie raised an eyebrow at her request, but he promised not to tell anyone.

“Brian and I almost kissed last night.” She confessed. “After the show in the back of the van. Roger caught us as it was happening and I don’t know for sure what he saw. John said that he and Brian were acting weird after I left and I don’t want to cause drama in the band when you guys are about to take off. I can’t do that to you guys.”

“Why do you think we would disapprove of you and Brian?” Freddie asked. “If anything, I am all for you two getting together, and from what I’ve seen he likes you back.”

Josie laughed. “Of course you would say that, you’re going to need someone to be your double date with you and Jim.”

Freddie jokingly clutched his chest in pretend shock. “How dare you believe I would set you up for my own gain. I would never do such a thing!”

The pair burst into laughter. Freddie always knew how to lighten her mood, and after this morning’s conversation with Roger she definitely needed it. There weren't ever a lot of fights between them but this was different. The thought of what happened deflated her mood and Freddie could see it on her face.

“I heard what happened this morning with you and Roger. He told me last night what happened with you and Brian on our way home.” Freddie confessed. “He isn’t upset at you or Brian.”

Josie scoffed. “It didn’t sound like that this morning. He kept saying that I should have told him, and I have no idea what’s going on myself so why would I tell him in the first place?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Just tell him that you needed some time to figure it out yourself before you wanted to tell anyone.”

Josie sighed and sunk into the couch next to Freddie. “You’re right. Brian and I don’t know what we want to call whatever happened last night and I don’t want to call it anything right now.”

“Then that’s what you do.” Freddie replied. “It doesn’t have to be anything if neither of you want it to be anything.”

That advice stuck with Josie. She liked Brian but didn’t want it to be anything at this point in time and that was okay.

“Thanks Fred.” She pulled herself off the couch. “How long are you here today?”

“I’m closing up the shop today, so Jim is picking me up at 7.” He replied.

“Well have fun tonight.” She grinned. “I really hope it goes well, Jim seems like a pretty cool guy and I am really happy for you Fred.”

For the first time that Josie could see, Freddie blushed at the compliment. It was a rare sight but Josie knew this was a good sign. Everything was going to be okay.

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