#Danny has crashed every other car he’s used

[dclovesdanny]

Accidental Kidnapping x Dying Sparks

Danny hadn’t been homeless very long, and it already sucked. He was on the run from the GIW, with his parents not far behind. He had already stolen a few cars, including a police car at one point. A police car that had a homeless kid in the back.

Billy has been arrested a fair few times, usually for things like loitering or stealing food, sometimes just for being homeless. This, however, was the first time someone stole a car with him still handcuffed in the back.

Now Danny had to be extra sure not to crash this one.

[dear-ao3]

go on. explain the drama. edge of my SEAT.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I GOT 45 MINUTES INTO TYING THIS AND THEN TUMBLR DELETED IT SO WITH THAT BEING SAID here we fucking go AGAIN

The Curse Of The Second Red Bull Seat

so there are 10 f1 teams, they range from good to bad to mid. one of the teams that is doing outstandingly well right now is red bull. and they have a driver named max verstappen. he’s dutch, and a cat dad. he’s winning pretty much everything at the moment. if everyone’s job is car go fast his job is car go so fast it practically flies.

but all f1 teams have 2 drivers. and f1 has two championships, the drivers championship for the individual drivers and the constructors championship for the teams. each driver gets points when the finish 10 or higher in a race and those points determine who wins the drivers championship and then the two drivers points get added together for the constructors championship. hence, very important to have two strong drivers.

the red bull curse starts all the way back in 2018. at the time the drivers were max verstappen and daniel ricciardo. max was signed to red bull in 2016 and daniel was signed in 2014. max was not on his absolute winning spree yet and he was still quite young, through red bull were still doing decently well.

daniel ricciardos contract with red bull was up at the end of 2018. danny rics is australian, a goof ball, paddock prankster, once sang a song about touching his scrotum and tickling his nutsack (tho perhaps is was the other way around)

he was doing well at red bull (he won in monaco!) and had several podiums and wins with them. but there was something that he didn’t like about them and that was the engine. now every year each team builds a new car to race either brand new or they modify an old one (within certain specs). red bull is not a car company, they are an energy drink company so they don’t have the luxury of being able to go to their factor and individually making all the parts for their cars the way mercedes and ferrari etc do. teams are allowed to outsource parts and redbull was outsourcing their engine from renault (a french brand which happened to also be another f1 team at the time) (they are currently called alpine) and the engines were not doing so great. they kept overheating and causing problems and costing danny rics wins.

enter christian horner, red bull team principle, disney villain and husband of ginger spice. he is very unhappy with the engine as well (and he made some funny comments to renault team principle at the time, cyril, about it) and he wanted to keep daniel as a driver. so red bull announces halfway through the 2018 season that for the 2019 season they would be partnering with honda for their engine. honda had never appeared in f1 before so this was new territory and some people thought this was a risky move.

one of these people was daniel ricciardo. tho, christian horner and everyone else was convinced that daniel was going to stay, they gave him a contract with everything he wanted but he absolutely shocked the world by announcing that he was leaving red bull and signing with renault for 2019.

this was weird for a few reasons, 1. renault made and used the vey engine he was having problems with at red bull and 2. they were not as competitive if a car as red bull. but he still went there and raced for renault for 2019 and 2020 before announcing at the start of the 2020 season that he was signing with renaults rival, mclaren for 2021. re raced with mclaren for 2021 and 2022 and flopped there before mutually terminating his contract a year early and half retired and was a third driver for testing and pr for red bull in 2023 before getting put in the alpha tauri(red bulls less cool sister team) to replace nyck devries over the summer then broke his hand in a crash and was out for several races. this weekend is his third weekend back. this will be come relevant later.

it’s worth noting that in 2019 when danny rics left red bull and max specifically started doing a whole lot better, had no more engine problems and had a fighting chance at winning.

after losing daniel ricciardo red bull signed pierre gasley, a french guy with interesting hair. he was going but red bull was confident in him. at this point they were still trying to beat mercedes and sir lewis hamilton in the drivers and constructors championship so they needed to be on their a game. pierre was in for half a season before they decided that he didn’t have what it took as he kept falling further down the grid and getting less points.

halfway through the season red bull made the choice to swap him with alex albon, who was racing for alpha tauri (the team may have still been called toro rosso) at the time. so halfway through the season alex, who is half british half thai, part cat and just made a silly cereve commercial in his hotel room with his golfer girlfriend, was in. albon did well, he took awhile to get the hang of it but he did score decent points for red bull. he almost placed on the podium twice before getting knocked off track by lewis hamilton.

worth noting that there was speculation that christian horner may have regretted the swap between gasley and albon. pierre went on to win the race in monza in 2020 in the alpha tauri (a medium shit mid field car which is much slower than the red bull). he’s now racing for alpine (previously called renault)

so 2020 was an interesting year, especially towards the end. and especially for sergio (aka checo) perez. checo at the time was racing for racing point which had been previously called force india before the team owner was arrested for money sillies and it went up for sale. it was bought by lawrence stroll, a canadian billionaire whose son, lance stroll was racing for williams at the time. (williams is a whole separate post but all you need to know now is that they were shit at this time). lawrence bought force india with the caveat that his son would be taking ine of the seats, kicking out esteban ocon. they left checo cause he had more sponsors and they needed money.

though for the 2021 season lawrence had announced that he was rebranding the team to aston martin and signing four time world champion sebastian vettel, leaving checo without a seat.

f1 only has 20 seats so if you find yourself without a contract you either retire, become a reserve driver or go back to f2. checo was going to retire if he didn’t have a seat.

he raced his little heart out tho in bahrain and after getting knocked to the back of the grid fought his way up to first and won the race. christian horner called him after and told him that he was being signed to red bull for 2021, replacing alex albon. alex now drives for williams.

checo arrived right at the start of the max doinancd. max won his first drivers championship in 2021 and also in 2022 and 2023, red bull won the 2022 and 2023 constructors championships, so perez did help them get good points but he was lacking a little.

this year has been weird for him. he’s been not finishing a lot of races due to damages and crashes or ending up further down then they want. and remember, he needs to be keeping up with max which is already a tall order.

in suzuka this year checo bumped into hamilton on the first lap and pitted to replace a few parts then went back out after getting a five second time penalty for the accident. he ended up crashing into kevin magnussen at the hairpin on lap 15 and retired his car. he got another penalty to serve at the next race because he wasn’t finishing that one. red bull then decided to instead give him another car to go out in to serve the penalty in and he went out for a few laps then retired that car. he also crashed on the first lap of his home race in mexico, outraging the entire country.

perez is currently about 20 ish points head of lewis hamilton in the debra championship. he’s in second place. while checo has a contract for 2024, there have been rumors that if he can’t hold onto second in the championship (keep in mind there are 3 races left) he will be getting replaced for 2024. this is not confirmed. not even remotely. but, if he does there are three theories as to who is getting the seat. so let’s get into the theories.

daniel ricciardo.

he has already raced for red bull and raced with max on the same team. he is currently in the alpha tauri and red bull have been knows to swap drivers like that before as seen with pierre and alex. it is known that he wants to be in a red bull again before he retires for real. however, he is slightly older which is a risk. he has appeared in a lot of content with max recently and qualified (and i think finished?) above perez in austin.

2. fernando alonso.

fernando is a spanish two time champion, oldest driver on the grid. he’s currently racing for aston martin but there have been rumors that lawrence stroll is selling aston martin because they didn’t do enough of a good job providing a car for his son. if he sells aston martin fernando wants out. and fernando had the talent that red bull needs.

3. charles leclerc

charles is currently a ferrari driver and he’s very good but he’s getting fucked left right and center up the ass with a spork by the ferrari strategy. he does have a seat with ferrari for 2024 but at the mexico gp last weekend he came in third (after running into checho during the first lap) and christian horner of all people defended him in that accident saying there was nowhere for him to go. this is odd because christian horner is an absolute ass who never does this at all ever. ferrari did not aparently show up to celebrate charles podium win and he went to the after party with red bull. he has also appeared in the red bull ig posts recently. ferrari aparently does want to keep him tho and there is a rumor that they are signing alex albon when his williams contract is over in 2025 so be charles teammate.

also there was a tweet from an f1 journalist last week saying that he didn’t want to believe the rumor that he had heard in the paddock and then he said nothing else. people think he is talking about the red bull seat.

so what will happen to the second red bull seat? no one knows.

[vanfleeter]

Matched: Chapter 6 - The Oversight & The Future

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Thea Foster Warnings: 18+. Angst. Language. Relationship strain. Fluff. Mentions of marriage. Smut. Sex. Unprotected sex (p in v). A/N: Lock in for the whirlwind.

Month three. Exhaustion is starting to hit, the irritation and frustrations are growing. We’re nearly done with this album, just a few more songs to record and then we move onto the album art. Something we can’t all agree on.

I haven’t seen Thea in a month due to constantly being in the studio, recording, writing, doing interviews when they come up. I’ve tried to push them onto Sam or Danny so I could make more time with Thea, but they turn them down nearly every single time.

Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pull it out to see Thea calling. I can’t help but to smile at the sight of her name as I set my guitar to the side and answer her call. “Good morning,” I answered.

“Good morning,” She responds. I can hear the smile in her tone. “I woke up this morning and you were already gone..”

“I know, I’m sorry.. I totally forgot that I had this interview to do..” I lean forward on my knees and brush my hand through my hair.

“You’ve been doing them a lot lately..” She says.

“Yeah, I know..” I huff. “I guess this is what happens when you push them all on someone else for so long that now the tables have turned..”

“What time are you going to be home tonight?”

“Probably not until late, we have to finish these last few songs and Josh has been such a bitch lately.. Such a fucking perfectionist that it’s starting to annoy me..”

“Oh.. Okay.”

“I’m sorry..”

“No, don’t worry about it. But uh, since you’re not going to be back until late, then I guess I’ll just go back to my place after work. I've been kind of neglecting my plants,” She slightly laughs.

“Oh right, okay.. But tomorrow–you and me, coffee date. I’ll pick you up.”

“Okay, then I’ll see you tomorrow,” She says before hanging up.

My brows knit together as I pull my phone away. No ‘I love you’ before she hangs up? I go to open our text thread when the door to the studio opens and Josh steps inside followed by Sam and Danny. I send her a quick ‘I love you’ text before locking my phone and putting it away.

–

It really wasn’t until late when we finally left the studio and I crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow. Though it wasn’t until the sun was blinding me that I finally woke up. My eyes bugged when I saw the time on the clock. 12:30pm. “Shit, shit, shit!” I scramble out of bed, finding that I fell asleep in my clothes from the night before. Reaching my phone, I discover that it’s nearly dead and filled with notifications. Half were from Thea wondering if I’m on my way and the other half from Josh asking me the same thing.

Dialing Thea’s number, I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder as I race to change my pants. But the call goes to her voicemail. I try again but the same thing happens.

“Thea, I’m so sorry.. I forgot to set an alarm and I overslept.. I missed our coffee date, please forgive me.. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Come to the studio around six if you can and we’ll go to dinner, my treat. I love you.”

I hadn't heard from her all day, constantly checking my phone for a text or a missed call. Anything. But whenever I looked, my phone was void of her presence.

“Hey, don’t make any plans tonight,” Sam says as he packs up his bass. “Mom and Dad are in town, they want to meet up for dinner tonight with all of us.”

“Sam, I can’t,” I say as I pick up my guitar and put it away in its case. “I told Thea that I’d take her out to dinner tonight, I can’t bail on her. I already missed coffee this morning and I’m pretty sure she’s pissed at me.”

“How do you know she’s pissed?”

“Radio silence, Sam. She won’t even answer my calls..” I picked up my guitar case and my jacket. “Tell them sorry, but I can’t make it to dinner tonight.” Racing out of the studio, I get out to my car when my phone starts to ring in my pocket. Thea’s name flashes on the screen. Sighing in relief, I quickly answer her call. “Hey! I’m glad you called. Be ready in like ten minutes, I’m on my way to pick you up.”

“Jake..”

“I’m thinking maybe we could go for tacos.. I’ve been craving them all day and-”

“Jake.”

“Yeah?” I pause with my hand on the door handle.

“I don’t want tacos..”

“Okay, we can always get something el-”

“Today was long and exhausting and all I want to do is sleep..”

My shoulders drop and I drop my hand from the car door. “Oh.. Maybe I can come over and make you that tea-”

“Not tonight, Jake..” I hear her sigh. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay.. I’ll talk to you t–” The call ended before I finished and I dragged the phone away from my ear as the call faded from the screen. “I love you..” I mumble as I stuff my phone into my pocket.

“Coming to dinner tonight, I assume?” Sam says after he walks out of the building. “That call didn’t sound–”

“Shut up, Sam.” I say, yanking open the car door. “But fine, I’ll be at dinner tonight.”

–

Parking my car, I look over at my parents’ car in the next space over. I really didn’t want to be here, I wanted to be with Thea. I shouldn’t be feeling like this because we hardly get to see them, but at the same time, I also have been neglecting my relationship with Thea. I can admit that.

Turning the engine off, I climb out of the car and make my way into the restaurant. Almost immediately I’m pulled into a hug from my mother. “I’ve missed you!” She says as she hugs even tighter. “I want to hear all about your trip! You’ve barely sent anything home besides a few phone calls.” I promised I’d tell her about the trip, but leaving out one major detail. Dad was next to hug me and tell me how happy he is to have me back on solid ground.

For the next hour, I spent nursing a beer and pushing the food around on my plate while everyone else was chatting happily with each other. I know that Mom took notice, I’ve been feeling her eyes on me for quite some time. Her hand comes to rest gently on mine and I look up to meet her eyes.

“Is everything alright?” She asks in a quiet voice as to not grab anyone’s attention. I know lying to her won’t work, it never has, so why should I start now?

“I think we’re drifting apart, Ma,” I set my fork down. “And I know it’s my fault.”

“How so?”

“I’ve been working so much–no matter how much I try to make time, something always comes up. We were supposed to have a coffee date, but I overslept. I wanted to make it up by taking her out to dinner tonight, just her and I, but then–”

“Then we came along and ruined your plans?” I shake my head and she laughs. “I’m only joking, Jake.”

“She said she was tired, and wanted to sleep..” I tap my finger on the table. “It’s been a month, and there’s nothing I can do except to keep trying..”

“It won’t be like this for long,” She says as she grabs my hand again. “At least until the album is finished.”

“Yeah.. But then comes more interviews and press.” I lean back in the chair. “She’s not happy, and I can’t blame her.”

“Don’t you have time before the tour starts?”

“A few weeks.”

“Take her out on the boat for a few days,” Mom says. “I’m sure she’d love it.”

“You think so?”

Mom smiles. “You both need some time away–together. Balance is important and I know you’re trying.” She pats my hand and smiles before going back to speak with Dad.

–

On my way home from dinner, I decided to make a stop at Thea’s apartment. I knock on her door and wait to hear her footsteps on the hardwood floor as she comes to the door. But none came, so I knocked again. Still no answer. She must be asleep then. I start to walk away, to go back down to the car, when the door opens followed by her voice.

“Jake?” I turn back to find her in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes as she yawns. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I wanted to come see you. I know you wanted to sleep but..”

“No, no, it’s okay..” She waves me in and closes the door behind me. “I want to apologize for blowing you off..”

I shake my head and pull her in close to kiss the top of her forehead. “I can’t be mad at you,” I say when I pull away. “I just thought, because we haven’t seen much of each other, we could have gone out or something.. Plus I felt guilty for missing our coffee date.”

“Don’t worry about that,” She walks over to the kitchen and grabs a brown paper bag. “I assumed you had overslept after working so late, which you confirmed in your voicemail.” She hands me the bag and leans against the counter. “So I picked up a muffin for you.”

“Thea, you didn’t have to..” Now I feel even worse. I close the bag and cross over the floor to press my lips to hers. “I’ve been so flaky with you and you still, for some reason, give all this love. I don’t deserve it after all that’s been going on.”

She smiles and pulls me back in for a kiss. “It’ll all be worth it though,” She says. “Not much longer.” Her arms wrap around my neck and she kisses me again, this time deepening it.

“Please tell me you’re mad, so I can feel guilty.”

Thea smiles and kisses me again. “I’ll be honest, I am just a little bit.”

“You and me, we are taking a trip once this album is done,” I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. “We have a break for a few weeks in between the album’s release and the start of the tour. I only have to do a few interviews that will be pre recorded and released sporadically over time, but we are taking a trip.”

“On the boat?”

I smile and nod my head. “I’m finding a way to have it brought to the coast. We’re going to go sailing for a couple weeks, wherever the wind takes us.”

“You sound like a chick flick.” She laughs.

I can’t help but to roll my eyes. Sometimes I have a way with words, though they do tend to make me sound like an eighteenth century writer. I think I sound romantic, but others find me weird. To each their own, I guess.

That night I made love to her. In the month we’ve barely seen each other, we could both feel the need drawing us to each other. A primal need, one we’ve been craving. And as much as I wanted to turn her around and bend her over the kitchen counter right in that moment and just fuck her, my heart was demanding for this to be taken slow.

After all, it had been a month. One slow and agonizing month.

After we had managed to strip each other naked, between all of the kissing and fondling, I scooped her in my arms and carried her down the hall to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. I knew that she knew that I could hardly contain myself as she pulled me on top of her.

Crawling over top of her, I lay in between her legs and line myself up with her entrance. Slowly I push myself into her, her whimpering moans filling my ears. Oh how I’ve missed hearing that. I take it slow, thrusting into her, making this last for as long as I can.

I know these remaining few months are going to be difficult, and I won’t see her as much. But I know after it’s all said and done, we will travel. I’ve wanted to take her out on the boat, sail the open seas with her, and show her the world as I’ve seen it.

I feel her clench around my cock, signaling that she’s close. Feeling myself nearing my own, I thrust deeper into her, placing hungry kisses to the side of her neck.

We soon reach our end and I fall on top of her, breathing heavily. “I love you,” I whisper as I kiss her chest. “I hope you know that.”

“Of course I do,” She drags her fingers through my hair. “I love you too.”

Removing myself, I slide onto the bed beside her and she lays against my chest. “This album,” I begin to speak, resting my arm behind my head. “Might be the last one, for a while.”

She lifts her head, resting her chin in hand across my chest. “You’re really going to go through with it? Is that what you want?”

“No,” He says. “But it’s what has to be done. The band already took a break once before and it was beneficial for all of us. As much as I know that Sam and Danny are eager to get back into the stride of things, and as much as I thoroughly enjoy making music and touring and living out my dream.. I know that deep down, and I know he’ll deny it, Josh wants to pursue film. He dipped his toe back into it while I was away and he’s so passionate about it.. I think it’s time to change places–at least for a little while.”

“You’d be okay giving up the band to help him with his film?”

I nod my head. “Of course. He’s given half his life to this band, to my dream. So once we finish this album, and the tour–we’re gonna stop for a while.”

“How long?” She asks.

I rest my hand on her back, drawing soft circles on her skin. “Until he is content,” I say. “And long enough so that you and I can start a life together, if you want that too.”

She smiles and moves closer to kiss me. “Of course I do. I want it all with you. Tell me about it.”

“About this life.” She moves to sit up, and brushes her hair behind her ear. “I’ve seen the smile on your face as you dream. So.. Tell me about it.”

A smile spreads across my face and I push myself up into a sitting position. I reach my hand forward and brush my hand across her face. “They have your eyes. All three of them.”

Her head cocks to the side as her lips curl into a smile and her eyebrows rise. “Three?”

I smile and nod my head. “Two boys, and a girl. Michael and Henry.”

“The girl doesn’t have a name?”

“I never knew her name, but she was definitely your mini-me.”

“What else was in this dream of yours?”

I cleared my throat and shifted my place on the bed and I continued on about my dream,

“We have a home, with a lot of land. There’s a creek nearby that the children love to play in apparently. With the house there is a porch, where we can sit and enjoy the sunsets in the evenings and watch our children run around and have fun. I know for a fact that it will be a home for us to grow old in too.”

She gently brings her hand to my face and caresses my cheek, her thumb softly rubbing over my skin. “That sounds beautiful. And it was all with me?”

I nod my head. She smiles and brings her face closer to kiss me. Not a hungry kiss but a passionate one. When she pulls away she grabs my right hand and pulls it to her lips. “This might sound a little crazy and it’s so spontaneous, but.. What if we didn’t wait?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, placing my other hand over hers.

She smiles, laughing softly, as she places her other hand on top of mine. “What if we elope?”

Elope?

“I-I know it’s soon and we haven’t been together for long but I love you and I want everything with you. I want that dream that you had, I want all the children with you, I want to grow old with you. Every trial and tribulation laid out before us, I want to go through them with you.” She holds my hands a little tighter. “I loved Sam, but I didn’t see a future with him. I waited for you to come back because I knew that you and I were meant to be together.”

“Is this your way of proposing?” I tease.

She smacks her lips and I chuckle. “So what if it is?”

I smile and untangle our hands before sliding out of the bed and going over to my dresser where I had my small jewelry box sitting up on top. Lifting the lid, I search for the right ring before going back over to her.

“It might be a little big for your tiny fingers but…” I pick up her left hand and slide the silver band onto her ring finger. “I’ll buy you an actual one later,” She smiles and I bring her hand to my lips to kiss it. “Dorothea Foster, I have pined after you for years, hoping one day I’d finally get the chance to love you. And I finally got that chance and now I don’t want to let you go. Will you do the honor of marrying me?” I saw a tear slide down her cheek, and I reached up to wipe it away. She nods her head and I pull her in for a kiss.

Climbing over my lap and straddling my waist, she draws me in deeper. I slide my hands down her back and grip her ass in my hands. She giggles against my lips and I smile. Reaching her hand down between us, she grips my length in her hand and gives it a few pumps before she’s inserting it inside of herself.

“Oh fuck,” I groan as she sinks down around me. Keeping one arm wrapped around her, I use my other to lean on as I thrust my hips upward. We start to move together, kissing each other.

Turning us over, I lay her on her back and continue pumping myself inside of her. My name falls from her lips repeatedly, begging me to keep going. I could feel the lust ravaging through my veins, overpowering everything. Her hands dig into my back, clawing at my skin, no doubt leaving marks on my skin.

But just like our first time together, she holds tightly to my body with her legs before flipping us over. She rides me relentlessly, chasing her own high as she brings me to mine.

Climbing off of me, she lays down on the bed before moving over to cuddle into the side of my body. I didn't know how much I had needed her until I felt her release coating me. I held her tightly, unsure of when I’d see her again before our boat trip.

I can’t wait for that trip. Just her and I alone with nothing but the open seas and the blue skies. I’ll teach her how to sail and how to fish, we’ll sleep beneath the stars, maybe even make love every night. I just want it all with her.

And to elope, it sounds crazy, I’ll admit. Eloping was never a thought but it is now. We don’t need a big wedding and a lot of witnesses. It can just be the two of us, getting married somewhere beautiful. In a matter of months it will be happening.

I feel her poke my cheek, pulling my attention away from my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

“Us eloping..”

“Do you not want to go through with it?”

“No, of course I do.. I’m just thinking about how to do it.”

Thea props herself up on her elbow beside me, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “And how do you want to do it?”

“I think we should do it while we’re away on the trip, go someplace that we both love, and just do it there.” I lay my arm behind my head and look at the ceiling. “Maybe I’ll even ask Josh to officiate it. He can be ordained to do so online and he’d be the only one who knows–at least for now.”

“I think he’d absolutely love to do it.”

“And possibly when the tour is over, we can have a party with our family and close friends to celebrate.”

Thea smiles and leans down to kiss me. “That sounds like the perfect plan.. But just one minor problem.”

I pull my eyebrows together in confusion as I look at her. “And what would that be?”

“Do you trust that Josh will keep his mouth shut for the time being?”

“Worth the risk.” I wink at her and pull her in for a kiss.

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Does Lando ever get jealous having to share Daniel with Oscar? I feel like he’d be okay sharing with Max because Daniel-and-Max has been a thing forever, but suddenly having to share HIS Danny with his new teammate? I know he encourages Oscar to hang out with them and introduces Oscar to regressing but I definitely feel like sometimes he could get jealous? Especially if he’s already tired/grumpy. How does Daniel handle it and does Oscar ever get upset by it?

oh for sure! Lando’s a little used to it, when Carlos went to Ferrari he suddenly had to share him with Charles whereas, you’re right, Daniel has always been with Max so it wasn’t Lando who suddenly had to share there.

i’m thinking most of the time Lando’s okay with it, especially since he’s grown quite fond of Oscar. but there’s definitely times he isn’t willing to share, or just simply can’t.

the “not willing to” is mostly referring to snacks like wdym he gets half the animal crackers? and there’s only so much Daniel, so for roughhousing they need to take turns, which, goes smoother some days than others.

i think the “can’t shares” are the emotional ones. where it’s almost a forced drop, lil Bub’s too overwhelmed/sad/tired/grumpy whatever you want to call it and he does not have the capacity to share right now. he just needs to be held and loved and have complete and undivided attention.

i’d say Daniel’s pretty good at noticing, the crashes are the “easy” ones, every time someone has a crash a cg will completely clear their schedule to be with them if needed.

but Daniel’s good with the emotional turmoil too, has already seen Lando get more distant and cloudy over the day, posture tense. so he clears his schedule, but he’s chatting with Oscar waiting for Lando which gives Lando the impression they’re gonna be leaving together and he just kinda snaps. there’s tears immediately and some sort of minor tantrum with his bag thrown to the ground before flopping against Daniel with a stream of “no’s” and “mine’s” and something incomprehensible.

Daniel panics only cause they’re in public and has to usher Lando back into the McLaren hospital to calm him down enough to get to the car, promising it’s gonna be a “Danny+Lando night”

[bprpg]

CONGRATULATIONS, CATE! Your application for Deacon Wood Yamada has been accepted. We are very happy to have them here and we hope they enjoy our charming little town! Please make sure to read over our checklist and send in their account as soon as you can.

OOC information.

NAME / ALIAS:  cate

AGE: 30

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: est

ACTIVITY LEVEL: solid 6

TRIGGERS: all are on there

IC information.

NAME: deacon wood yamada

FACECLAIM: darren barnet

AGE: 27

BIRTH DATE: august 13, 1992

ZODIAC SIGN: leo

GENDER: cis man

PRONOUNS: he/him

OCCUPATION: paramedic & model

Other details.

HOW LONG HAS YOUR CHARACTER LIVED IN BARTON POINT?: he moved here not even a week ago after getting left at the alter in los angeles. he wanted a fresh start after his heart got broken and pointed at the map and though it was bangor first he found his way to barton point since his aunt lived there.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: + enthusiastic, helpful, playful - conceited, impatient, transparent.

3 CHARACTERS YOUR CHARACTER RELATES TO (optional): derek shepherd (grey’s anatomy), danny zuko (grease), thor odinson (mcu)

WANTED CONNECTIONS (optional): he started out as a model so maybe someone was his pr girlfriend and he gained popularity that way, he has an aunt in barton point and used to visit some summers maybe he had a fling, he doesn’t get along with everyone though he tries maybe someone he rubs the wrong way and they fight sometimes. he also could have had some online game friends, tinder or bumble matches, anything you can think of.

ANYTHING ELSE?: hospital tw. car crash tw. his dad is a famous film director and they have their differences, they never see eye to eye. his mother moved to japan to get away from him but visits time to time and his siblings are actors, also in movie business, or trying to get into the business, either way he is the black sheep of the family. he also secretively sends most of his money to his childhood friend’s family so they can take care of her (she’s an unresponsive awakefullness patient from a car crash theyboth were in with two other friends, feels guilty because he was the driver) so he lives in the motel in town. he likes to dance, play video games, hang out at the bar, and camp out every once in awhile.

[kizzer55555]

Barbara glares at the twins with her hair disheveled from traveling so fast. She had somehow defied logic and made a wheel chair move faster than a wheel chair was supposed to move. (Whether she took the stairs or somehow jumped down the elevator shaft, no one knows).

Meanwhile, Danny and Ellie are wearing matching grins.

Now, here’s a question, if there is a ‘Maddie’ in this dimension, does that mean there is a ‘Jack’? Because just imagine, Barbra is sitting in the death house scolding the kids while eating microwaved pizza when suddenly, Nightwing drives by on a motorcycle. The bats are unaware of what happened to Barbra as she left the computer and the clock tower as soon as she got the feedback message. Nightwing was going to scout it out.

The house spots him.

:SCANNING LOCAL TARGET:

:CONFIRMED!:

:95% MAYCH JACK FENTON:

:LOADING….:

:UNIDENTIFIED VEHICLE:

:INITIALIZING PROTOCOL JACK CAN’T DRIVE:

The house initializes a program put in a long time ago. Basically, Maddie realised very early on what a horrible driver Jack was. So much so that she modified all of their vehichles with saftey features to prevent Jack from accidentally crashing them. The reason the GAV looks like a tank wasn’t originally because it could catch ghosts but because it was designed to be Jack proof. And because Jack is very forgetful, sometimes he’ll try to drive other vehicles when he sees them.

It got the the point that Maddie added a program to every device/vehicle she built to prevent Jack from riding or driving any unidentified and Fenton approved vehicle both for his and their safety, especially when their kids were around (and Ellie identifies as Danny on the scanners.)

So now the house is chasing Nightwing on his motorcycle all across Gotham. Nightwing attempts to lose them in the traffic but the house walks right through it on it’s spider legs (crushing a few road signs on the way. Luckily, it avoids the cars with heat signatures in them, or it was just luck they missed them), then Dick tries to go off road but the house SCALES THE SIDE OF THE GOTHAM SKYSCRAPERS in order to chase after him. Eventually, Dick drives into a sewer system hoping that the house won’t follow since it can’t fit under ground. The house starts digging and it becomes the most stressful game of wack-a-mole Dick has ever played. He never thought he would be the mole. Barbara is still inside the house and trying to make contact but ever since she stepped inside, all radios have stopped working and she has no idea how to activate the security system. Nothing makes sense in this place, none of the computers follow a set program or any logic. It was 100 times worse than whatever happened to her personal computer. Danny and Ellie meanwhile, are making her life miserable.

Danny: “Moooom! I’m Huuuungry!”

Ellie: “Moooom, Danny stole the remote to the TV again!”

Danny: “I did not!”

Ellie! “Did too!”

Danny: “Did not!”

Ellie: “Did too, did too, did too!”

Danny: “Mooom! I’m boooored!”

Ellie looking at them chasing Dick: “ Hey hey, are we there yet?”

Danny: “Are we there yet?”

Ellie: “Are we there yet?”

Danny: “Are we there yet?”

Ellie: “Are we there yet? Are we, are we, are we?”

Barbara looks at Dick using some trash to jump a river instead of using the Gotham bridge. “Not yet.”

Dani: …

Dani: “How about now?”

Barbara wants to pull her hair out. By the time they catch up to Dick she’s actually happy to see him and wouldn’t mind him getting captured. Of course Dick can’t enter through the front door. So the house has a different way to get him inside.

The house eats him.

Full on opens the entire bottom half of itself so that the bricks and wood are breaking apart and look almost like serrated teeth and it just, grabs Dick, tosses him into the air, and eats him. Dick awakens in the Fenton basement, and wonders if this was what heaven smelled like. It smelled like Fudge.

Dick eventually becomes the ‘fun uncle’ or is it ‘fun Dad?’ And Barbara is trying to get out of this place. Danny and Ellie teach Dick how to use fishing poles to reel in food.

Meanwhile, the bats are freaking out. They have lost contact with both Dick and Barbra and have no idea what’s going on. Also, the death house is somehow in Gotham.

The Death house’s next move, it accidentally stepped on Joker. Jason is now trying to figure out how to get inside.

Danny stared out his window as the cars and buildings passed by. Or more accurately, his house passed by the cars and buildings. Of all the times for his house to be transported into another dimension, it had to be the one time he was left to be home alone for a week.

Once his house was displaced its programming was activated and it was trying to find its way back to the correct coordinates by following roads and interstates back to Amity Park. Danny didn't think it was too much of an issue, sure his house definitely wasn't street legal but he can't exactly stop the house without admin privileges (something only his mom had).

Still, he didn't think a wierd walking building really justified the explosives or what looked like actual superheros and villians trying to destroy his home. Some even tried to kidnap him!

Red Robin had seen a lot of things. A full four story brick building with a very large and precariously attached ufo shapped attic and a large metal basement lump underneath walking around on a bunch of large spindly spiderlike legs was a new one though.

Aka Danny is stuck inside Fentonworks until it gets back to Amity Park, unknowing that hes in another dimension and Amity doesn't exist here. The building is fully capable of defending itself and is beating the crap out of heros and villians alike. Basically whoever attacks it or tries to get inside. Danny is being really casual about the whole thing and everyone believes he is a captive.

Dannys just wondering why the government isn't just sending his parents a ticket like they usually do.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Hello !! I was wondering if you could possibly write a a hc for both Ghostie, Wraith, Trickster, Joey and Frank being super protective of their S/O who is being pushed around during a trial by David. Like David is just pushing their shoulder and belittling them. >~< sorry for being annoying or anything

Okay, I know I responded super late, but I’m doing this so here we go lmao

Mentions of: Bullying, Harassment, Gore, Murder, Survivors being unrealistically mean but it’s ok, etc.

Unedited so don’t be mean

Killers Protecting Their S/O

The Wraith:

It’s the fifth time you’ve messed up the generator, and David’s clearly had enough. You couldn’t help it, due to your anxiety. It’s early in your trial, and you haven’t even seen a killer yet, but every time you try to work, you somehow manage to mess up, your hands slipping and twisting the wrong gear, or messing up the wires.

“Would ya just stop? Clearly, you’re not being useful here. Maybe you’d do some good on a hook or something.” He snapped, making you flinch and apologize yet again.

You’re just about to leave when you hear it. That snarl, you can recognize it anywhere. It’s The Wraith, or how you know him, Phillip.

Knowing how protective he can be, you prayed he didn’t hear your conversation from earlier. But then, you hear that familiar bell, and you know he did.

It all happens so fast. One moment, David’s moving to run, the next, Phillip’s shoving the teeth of Azrov’s Skull through his mouth, impaling him. Blood spills from his lips and you feel like you’re watching a car crash, no matter how much you want to, you can’t look away.

He drops David’s now lifeless body to the ground, before walking up to you and cupping your cheek with his cold, bloody hands. He caressed your cheek for a moment before stepping away, ringing his bell yet again, and disappearing.

You knew he would spend more time with you, but you understood why he had to go. He had a job to do, and so do you.

The Ghostface:

When you’re in Trials with Ghostface, he always has specific rules. While a part of it is because of your relationship, the other is because he knows he can control you. You belong to him, and he belongs to you.

And one of those things includes when you can unhook your teammates. For the past ten minutes, you’ve been sitting here, working on the gen, while Danny leaned against a brick wall, watching you.

You’re growing antsy, and he knows it. He loves it. Bill’s already been sacrificed, Ace is injured, and Meg is stuck on hook.

By now, it’ll only be a couple of minutes before she’s on second hook, and you know she’s going to pissed when you go save her.

Danny’s still taunting you, knowing every time he moves, every time he says something, you flinch and look over, ready to go. Finally, he speaks, releasing all your tension.

“Since you’ve been such a doll, I’ll let you go with a thirty second head start. Better get running, sweetheart.”

With that, you take off, sprinting over to Meg and unhooking her. “What the hell took you so long? I could’ve been sacrificed by now. Can’t you do anything right?”

You knew you deserved that, you would be pissed to. But at least you got her. You could’ve just let her die on that hook. And thankfully, you managed to get her just seconds before she reached the second stage. So she didn’t have to be so harsh about it.

“Sorry, Jeez.” You muttered under your breath, following after her as she limped off.

The feeling of a gloved hand on your shoulder makes you jump, but not a noise slips from your lips. You expect to feel a knife plunging into your back, or your stomach or chest. But there’s nothing.

Instead, he walks past you, putting a finger to the gaping hole of his mouth, gesturing for you to keep quiet. You nod, watching as he slowly steps up behind her and stabs her in the side, feeling some satisfaction at the sight.

Fuck her. She deserved that.

The Trickster:

After being thrown from trial to trial by the entity, you’re exhausted. You just want to rest, but you can’t, because you’re stuck in another one. Hopefully it’ll be the last.

You can feel your eyelids drooping and your arms growing heavy, and….suddenly the generator explodes, sending sparks everywhere, and making you jump awake.

“That’s the second time! The killer’s definitely going to find us now!” Feng Hisses angrily.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m just really tired and I-”

“I don’t care! That’s not how this works. It doesn’t matter how tired or hurt you are. We have to survive, and you just have to suck it up.” She tells you, and you know it’s true, despite how you feel like you’re about to collapse at any given moment.

“I hope the killer gets you first.” She seethes, and it seems like her wish has come true, because the next thing you know, your heart rate is picking up, and the adrenaline is starting to pump in your veins.

You can’t help the way your body begins to tremble, and the tears that fall down your cheeks. This is so embarrassing. Hopefully, whoever it is, they’ll be quick with it.

You didn’t expect to hear a voice. Especially not one so beautiful or familiar, recognizing it almost immediately. “What’s wrong starlight? Why are you crying when we haven’t even had our fun yet?”

“I- It’s nothing- I just- I’m so tired- and I keep on messing up- and Feng got mad at me and…” You trailed on as you sobbed softly, unsure why you were now venting to your popstar murderer boyfriend.

Grabbing your chin, he tilted your face upwards, wiping your tears away with his thumb. He pressed that same thumb to your lip, shushing you. His fingers reeked of blood, but you didn’t mind it.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll deal with it. Go on and play with your little machines, and soon, I’ll come back to make you cry in…other ways.” He giggles, giving you a small wink and kiss on the cheek, letting you go and running off, pulling out his bat.

Only minutes after he was gone you heard Feng’s screams, and cries of pain.

Legion’s Joey:

“What the hell Nea? Why’d you have to lead him over to me?” You snap at her angrily, finding her at the generator, after you had been saved from the hook and patched up.

Even though it was Joey and you knew he wouldn’t go as hard on you, you were still pissed off. The moment she saw you, she went straight towards you with the killer hot on her heels.

And it wasn’t like Joey was going to just let you go. He has a job to do, both of you knew that. Plus, no one else knew about your relationship, and you couldn’t risk having them find out.

So, after muttering a small apology, he put you onto the hook, as gently as he could.

“You’re fine now, I don’t get what the big deal is.” Nea replies, rolling her eyes. “The big deal is you could’ve stuck your neck out for me and helped me and your other teammates by keeping him on you while we worked on generators.”

“And why would I do that? It’s not like you would return the favor. You barley do shit around here.” She remarks.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m not dealing with this shit.” You stormed off, going to find another generator. Little did you know, Joey saw everything.

You’re halfway done working on the generator when your heartbeat starts to pick up again, and you’re pissed off, knowing exactly who’s causing the killer to be so close.

Right when you’re about to rip Nea a new one, you turn around to see Joey stabbing her in the back, jamming his knife into her back as hard as he can, causing her to let out a shrill scream. She drops to the ground, and blood is splattered everywhere. All over him, and you, and you grin, mumbling a small, “Thank you.”

Legion’s Frank:

“Just stop it, will you? I can handle this myself.” Yun-Jin tells you, smacking your hands away after you accidentally pushed too hard on her wounds while you were fixing her up.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, moving away from her. She rolled her eyes, wrapping her stomach with the bandages, murmuring about how she always has to do things herself.

“Just stay away from me, alright? You’re useless enough as it is, the last thing I need is you to get me killed.” She growls, brushing off the dirt and mud on her skirt and getting to her feet.

“Fine.” You mutter, walking away from her, and flipping her off when her back is turn. You don’t even notice that Frank’s there until you hear him laugh at your actions.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll deal with her for you. You better start working on those generators though, if you wanna get hatch.” He tells you, and you can practically hear the smugness in his voice.

You can’t help but smirk at him as you continue to walk off and search for a gen. “Whatever.”

[kettlefire]

SPN AU but Danny never meets the brothers until the last few minutes of the plot line.

They knew each other, like Danny has met and befriended everyone in the Winchester's friend group.

He befriended Bobby by accidently crashing into his house. Not like you'd think, Danny didn't come dropping in from the sky. He stole a car. After being shot and was racing the hell away from danger before the next thing he knows he has a face full of wood, and a very angry short man with a gun in his hand.

He befriended Ellen by simply just needed to use the bathroom. If he got into a fight with a larger hunter over something stupid, well that was ancient history, but in the end, Ellen gave him his first shot.

He met Cas because they just happened to bump into each other in the grocery store, and Cas was very confused by how this small human child was able to see his wings. In reality, Danny had grown accustom to seeing wings on angels and was simply just trying not to bump into them in this very small isle.

He met Gabriel on a shit-post on reddit. They got into such a heated argument that the trickster flew straight to the kid ready for a fight, he didn't expect what he found. They terrorize the general public every time they are together.

The list goes on and on.

But Danny never met the brothers, never wanted to. He had enough drama in his life that he really really didn't need Winchester level nightmares to enter his life.

The Winchesters did. How could they not? Every other hunt they have some random person would casually mention some kid name Danny that seemed to be everywhere.

Bobby answering the phone and going on a five minute cursing rant about this idiot kid.

Gabriel dropping ominous hints about some possible nightmare to come involving this Danny.. It never did.

The only insight they have about how this kid looked was from a worn down photo tapped up in the roadhouse.

Hell, when Lucifer casually drops the kid's name, the brothers seemed hellbent on finally meeting this mystery kid.

Except, every time they get close to maybe finding him, he's suddenly somewhere else.

Until one day they find themselves face to face with the kid.

And the Kid says one word before vanishing into thin air.

"Nope."

[danakin-skywalker]

Active pt II (Josh Kiszka Fluff)

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(A/N): Ask and you shall receive. I’m still absolutely RIDING off the high of managing to secure tickets to BOTH Atlantic City shows after having not been to a concert since the summer of 2017 (seriously thank GOD for Hannah or else I would’ve been shit outta luck bc Ticketmaster hates me). Anyway, I was absolutely floored by the reception of my first Active fic, as it is now by far the most popular I’ve written. So, I’ve decided to write a bit of a follow up, in which Josh and Y/N are sharing a bed again under completely different terms and Josh has the tables turned on him when he gets woken up by Y/N’s activity during a nightmare. Y’all know I had to sneak some hurt/comfort in there…

If you haven’t read Active pt I, here’s a link to go check it out. It’s not necessarily imperative to understanding this story, but it’ll offer some nice background context. Enjoy lovelies! I hope it lives up to the first one!

OH also I hit 400 followers today which is insane you guys are amazing and I love each and every one of you reading this right now **********************************************************************

Active pt II

You hadn’t had a nightmare in years, and you certainly weren’t anticipating one tonight of all nights.

Ever since that one fateful night on your road trip a few months back, you and your friend Josh had been designated cuddle buddies whenever an option. On long car rides, drunken house crashes, certainly for the remaining nights of that road trip. Some nights between tours when both of you were home and he was especially restless he would text you at ungodly hours asking if you could come over or vice versa, just so that he could get some sleep. Of course, you almost always obliged. It was like you were his own personal brand of melatonin. Or like an emotional support animal.

Regardless, you just couldn’t bring yourself to be uncomfortable with it. It’s not like you could admit that you didn’t also sleep better when curled up against him, his arms wrapped protectively around you. And that was the problem.

Josh had always been a very touchy-feely person by nature since you’d known him, often using small touches to express gratitude or affection nonverbally. But now, his touches were different with you. What used to be casual brushes of the arm and head resting on shoulder had turned into soft embraces from behind and tucking away loose strands of hair, gentle brushes of the fingers and nuzzles of the nose. Subtle, but absolutely more tender and intimate touches. 

And it was slowly driving you crazy.

You never thought you had a crush on Josh before. If you were being honest, of all the guys Danny was probably closer to what you’d consider your type. And yet, there was something about the way you had started to catch Josh staring at you like you were the only thing in the world worth looking at, only to snap his head away or pull a face when he realized he’d caught your attention.

It happened slowly, and then all at once. You were developing feelings for one of your closest friends. Who you basically already had a platonic friends-with-benefits relationship with. 

That brings us to tonight. The boys were back home for a month and had invited you and a few others over to their place for a bonfire. You had drank and laughed and socialized for hours before resigning to bed. The boys all still had plenty of fire left in them so they bid you goodnight, correctly assuming that you were crashing with Josh, and continued jamming away around the fire with the remaining guests. 

Your back turned, you missed Josh’s lingering gaze as you trudged through the grass of the backyard toward the house, watching a few minutes after you disappeared through the doors to watch the light flick on through his bedroom window. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight before turning back to the fire, where he could see Sam and Danny smirking at him from directly across the pit. Josh rolled his eyes and flipped them off, hoping the reddening of his cheeks were masked by the light of the flame.

That was how you ended up already fast asleep when Josh finally came into the room about an hour and a half later. Again, he grinned down at your sleeping frame as he shed his smoke-stained clothes for some pajama pants and slid in next to you. He turned toward your back and wrapped an arm around you, smile only growing when he felt your unconscious body nestle closer to him and your hand reach up to interlock with his around your waist. Pretty soon, Josh was knocked out as well.

But not for long.

It had only been an hour or so before Josh was woken up again. He knit his brows in confusion, he was rarely one to randomly wake back up after falling asleep for the night. Especially when he had you in his bed. However, it didn’t take long to figure out what had woken him up.

You were all but vibrating against his chest, hands shaking violently in his as you whimpered in your sleep. Your frame was completely tensed and your knees had been brought up toward your chest, right up against where Josh’s arm remained around you. 

Josh’s heart sank when he realized what was happening. You were having a nightmare. He froze for a moment as he considered how to proceed. Obviously he needed to wake you up and calm you down, but he didn’t want to go about it the wrong way and get punched in the face or something. 

He settled for nestling his head against your cheek, hands squeezing your trembling ones firmly, and whispering, “Y/N, wake up, darling. It’s just a dream.” 

With a jolt that sent Josh inching away for a moment, you woke up and gasped deeply. Instinctively, you rolled onto your back and reached onto either side of you; one hand gripped Josh’s sheets tightly, and the other landed on Josh’s bicep. 

“Hey, it’s okay you’re alright. I’m here with you.” He gently murmured, placing a delicate hand on your arm. His heart broke as he watched tears fill your eyes as you processed what you had just seen, and his arms reached around you to pull you up against his chest as you continued to shake. “You’re safe with me, Y/N.” He mumbled into your hair.

You reached your trembling hands up to cover Josh’s as his arms remained around you, feeling the adrenaline from your nightmare siphon out of you by the second through his touch. You both stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes while you caught your breath, body slowly starting to settle against him.

For whatever reason, the first words to leave your mouth are a quivering, “I’m sorry.”

This takes Josh by surprise, he even scoffs a bit at it. “Sorry? For what?”

You rest your chin against his forearm and mumble, “I woke you up, didn’t I?” 

The vulnerability in your voice was something Josh recognized in his own experience. Notably, his own experience with you that first night. His arms tightened against you and he nuzzled his face into your neck and responded, “Oh hush. You’d do the same for me, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded against him and felt him roll over slightly to place you both on your side again, in the loose spooning position he had begun with hours before. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He watched as you shook your head profusely, the loose bun you had thrown your hair into bobbing back and forth in front of his face, and then as you tucked your chin into your shirt like you always did when you were embarrassed. 

“Would you just hold me?” You asked in a small voice.

Josh’s heart swelled and he pulled you flush against his chest, wrapping both his arms under and around you and bending his legs against the bend of yours, feet shuffled in with yours as well. This was usually how you two ended up in the morning, but you had never started the night consciously like this before.

You could feel Josh’s breath fanning across your neck and it sent a shiver down your spine that you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

The tension from your dream was soon replaced by the tension of being wide awake and wrapped up against Josh. You found yourself absentmindedly running your fingers over the back of Josh’s hand in effort to lose some of this nervous energy and get some sleep. Unbeknownst to you, that tiny action was inhibiting Josh’s sleep as well, as his mind ran a mile a minute mere inches behind yours. 

“Can I tell you something?” He found himself mumbling. You hummed in response, stilling your movements against his hand to provide him your full attention. 

He hesitated for a moment before whispering, “You show up in my dreams when I’m away on tour.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, mind racing through the possible implications. You turned around in his arms to face him, blinking a few times at the proximity of your faces as you peered up into his eyes. “Really?”

He smiles down at you and nods, “Yeah. I usually don’t remember much of my dreams, but I always remember when I see you in them.” You couldn’t help but smile back up at him.

“Well, you know what they say about when someone shows up in your dreams…” You veered off with a raised eyebrow.

Josh chuckled and turned away from you for a moment, before his gaze was pulled right back to you like a magnet. He reached a hand up to your cheek, much like you had that first night all those months ago, and he mumbled, “You’re so beautiful, you know? Breathtaking, but especially at night.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his words, and his widened back and he gently pulled his hand away, “Sorry, that was a weird thing to say right now.” He muttered, turning away from you again.

You shook your head at him, reaching over with both of your hands to pull Josh’s chin back over toward you. “That wasn’t a weird thing to say, Josh.” You said softly, eyes full of affection for the boy in front of you.

Josh let out a shaky breath as he took you in, before murmuring, “Can I say something else that could come off as weird, then?” You were nodding before he even finished talking and he bit his lip, eyes flitting down to your lips for the briefest moment before returning to your eyes. If you had blinked you would’ve missed it, but by the grace of God you didn’t. He wanted to kiss you.

You reached your hands up to snake around Josh’s neck as you waited for him to build the courage. His arms tightened around your waist pulling the two of you nose to nose. You could feel each other’s hot breath on your faces as he locked eyes with you and breathed out, “Can I kiss you?” 

Your lips curved up into a small smile and you closed the minuscule gap between your mouths in a gentle kiss. His lips moved slowly against yours, hands moving to pull you more closely to him, as if that were possible. The kiss wasn’t heated by any means, but full of cautious intention. Both of you had fear of this ruining the relationship you had fostered so far. But his lips felt right against yours, they made sense as they massaged and moved with your lips. Your stomach erupted into butterflies and your heart was about to burst out of your chest. And you immediately knew this would be a feeling you would never get enough of.

And then he gently pulled away, just barely so that you were still nose to nose. 

He moved a hand up to stroke your hair gently as he stared at you with awe-struck eyes. “I think you might’ve stolen my heart, cuddle buddy.” He murmured.

You shimmied down a few inches onto the bed so that you could wrap your arm around Josh’s midsection and press your face into his neck, along with a few soft kisses that made his breathing falter. “That’s okay, I’ll just give you mine.” You mumbled against him.

You felt the vibration from his chuckle against his neck as he continued stroking your hair and ghosting his fingertips along your spine. You listened to his heart ramming against his pulse point and smiled to yourself at the physical indication that your feelings were mutual.

“Promise?” He blurted out after a few moments, making you chuckle against him this time.

You leaned your head back to meet his eyes one last time.

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere, Josh. I promise.”

He grinned down at you and pressed a long kiss to your forehead before you nuzzled back into him.

And of course, within minutes you were both out like a light.

[its-rat-time-babey]

More headcanons because if I don’t write these down I won’t sleep tonight.

Miscellaneous:

You can pry Trans Danny out of my cold dead hands.

Phantom planet was a dream.

Vlad’s ghost form has no reflection, like an actual vampire.

Spectra:

Was a therapist in life.

Died during the Great Depression and has wandered America since.

Spectra causes large spikes in suicides wherever they visit. She uses these spikes to tell when to leave and find a new place to absorb misery.

Bertrand is a zone-born ghost and the only person that Spectra considers a genuine friend.

They have used dozens of aliases and dozens of different appearances over the years, because of this they are known by many only as “The Suicide Spirit”, and not many humans or ghosts know her actual ghost name or appearance.

Played a major part in Sidney Poindexter’s death.

Fights extremely dirty by ghost standards and isn’t above manipulating ghosts by threatening their obsessions, using their living names, or damaging items that were important to them in life. All three of those things are considered high crimes by entities like Walker, so Spectra is wanted in many parts of the ghost zone.

Once they learned that Danny is Trans, they started purposely misgendering him at every opportunity and she has attempted to learn and use his deadname on multiple occasions.

Knows just about every possible method to fool ghost hunters and their equipment.

Ember:

Can perfectly mimic any voice or sound they hear.

Actually pretty friendly with Danny when they’re not consumed by their obsession.

Her singing makes people feel extremely nostalgic.

She’s capable of preforming a ghostly wail, but doing it just about knocks her out.

Because of how she died (burnt to death) she actually has a weakness to fire despite having a fire core herself. She doesn’t get hurt by her own core but does need to look out when fighting anyone that can use fire or reflect her attacks.

Was friends with Johnny and Kitty before they died.

She’s Youngblood’s older sister. He died in a car crash when they were kids. Ember knows but Youngblood doesn’t.

100% a lesbian.

Johnny:

Transgender. Was extremely happy when he woke up in the ghost zone with a male body.

Actually pretty weak by ghost standards. They can’t fly without assistance and can barely create ectoblasts. But they make up for it by having a “negative luck core”, which is one in a million in terms of rarity.

They have the extremely rare ability to manipulate shadows and interact with them like they’re solid objects.

He didn’t even know this until he accidentally stepped on someone’s shadow and pinned them to the spot.

Anything considered a good luck charm turns to dust if he touches it.

Danny gave him and Kitty permission to wander amity park as they please as long as they don’t cause any problems. Sadly, this only protects them from phantom, and not other ghost hunters.

Met someone with a “positive luck core” once, it devolved into a fistfight within minutes.

He’s extremely photosensitive. Bright lights won’t cause him to destabilize like Shadow but will weaken him significantly.

Shadow is a type of ghostly fauna native to the ghost zone that feeds off misfortune. It’s a symbiotic relationship. Shadow protects Johnny from stronger ghosts and eats the bad luck his core creates so the energy doesn’t build up and Johnny serves as a free buffet and safe place to regenerate if shadow is destabilized.

Johnny named Shadow after a black cat he had as a pet before he died.

Johnny is extremely good at pretending to be human. Several times he has walked into a store or restaurant, bought something, talked to several people and left and every time no one notices that he’s a ghost until he walks through the door without opening it.

Its gotten to the point where Johnny makes it painfully obvious that he’s a ghost without directly saying it and sees how long it takes for people to start realizing things. Other ghosts make bets on how long it takes.

[midnight-dreamerness]

Savior

Chapter 2: Finding Strength

(This is NOT my gif. Credit to the creator <3)

series summary: when your protector returns, he finds you broken and abused and helps you climb out of the darkness

chapter summary: you finally have had enough and you find the strength to escape

pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

warning: mentions of death, acts.mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm

word count: 2.1k

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Quitting the job you love was really hard. After your brother died you got back together with Kade after a short break in the relationship, you moved in with him. You didn’t have the best relationship with your parents, and it only got worse when Danny, your brother, died while overseas.

You walked into the apartment, your head bowed trying to hide the tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. He’s already home, you saw his car in his usual spot in the parking garage when you pulled in. You could also make out the sound of the tv playing in the living room.

You headed towards the bedroom until he called your name, making you turn and slowly make your way into the living room.

“Did you do it?”

There are empty beer bottles everywhere along with a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the coffee table. You sighed but nodded nonetheless, playing with the hem of your blouse.

“Good. Start cleaning. This place is a mess.”

And you did what he said, all day. He made you scrub the floor down with a scrubbing brush. You had to clean every inch of the apartment, while picking up the trash he left behind him all day. When night came, you had officially cleaned everything and cooked him dinner. You sat down at the table, ready to eat after not having breakfast or lunch all day.

“What are you doing? You think you deserve to eat? No. You're going to sit there and think about what you did.”

With sad eyes and an ache in your stomach, you didn’t fuss. You didn’t even say a word. You didn’t want him to see you cry so you held it in as much as you could. You hold back sobs, it creates a burning feeling in your chest and throat.

After you got home yesterday, Kade had been enraged. Accused you of cheating, he didn’t even mention you telling Jay about the abuse. It was worse because it was Jay. He knew your background, and how you fell in love with him when you were younger. Last night's memories were fuzzy after that. All you can remember was the agonizing pain and the god awful headache you had after he slammed your head against the kitchen counter. Kade has made you quit your job, you weren’t sure why.

Kade wipes his mouth with a cloth once he’s finished eating. “I try to be nice to you. But you test me. Every single day, you test me.” He stands from his seat at the table, coming closer and closer to you. You look up at him pleading with your eyes.

“Worthless. Pathetic. Get up.”

You do as you're told and stand up. He roughly grabs your arms, dragging you down the hall. You think he’s heading towards the bedroom but he stops at the hallway bathroom. He opens it and tosses me inside.

“This is your new room now. You should get comfortable,” he snarls. You're on the ground now, groaning. He takes the chance and shoves his foot into your chest.

When will it stop! When is enough, enough for him? Why am I not good enough? What did I do that made him so violent?

These things run through your head as he continues his abuse. Pain and suffering, blood and tears are things you have gotten used to.

It’s an hour later when he stops, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he stares down at you in disgust. You look at him weakly and in pain. You're almost positive you need medical attention, but you say nothing.

“Cheating whore,” he spits. With one final look, he’s gone. The sound of the kick in the bathroom door clicking, only making more tears pool in your eyes.

What has my life come to? When did it get this bad? How did I let it get this bad?

The bathroom floor was ice cold, even with a towel laid underneath you, you were still freezing. You know he bumped the temperature down, torturing you even when he wasn’t at home. You twirled the card between your fingers. His name sticking out along with his number.

Deceive Hay Halstead.

You remember fourteen year old you, rushing into your brothers room where he and Jay were playing video games. You remember how excited you were when you told the both of them you got the lead role in your dance group.

“I’m so proud of you,” Jay had exclaimed.

You wondered if he would be proud of you now.

Would he?

There’s so much history between you and Jay, a lot of things your brother never knew about, and now he never will.

It’s been days since you saw him. You can still see his smile and his perfect white teeth as he spoke to you. You can still feel his body against yours from that day he had you against the wall.

You should’ve told him. You're filled with regret. He could’ve helped you get out.

I wouldn’t be in this stupid bathroom if I had agreed to let him help me.

You could’ve called him the day he made you quit your job. You could’ve driven off, anywhere. Somewhere, where Kade couldn’t find you.

Yet, here you are. You have a few - a lot - new bruises that have replaced the old ones. There’s still a harsh pain in your chest and your stomach from not having eaten in days. You know it’s been at least a week.

He comes and goes. Sometimes you can hear giggles pass down the hallway to your shared bedroom. Then…you can hear him pleasing other women in your bed. The ones he would love you on, on good days.

But no…he is with other women while the woman he should be with is withering away down the hall.

You didn’t scream, you should’ve. You know that now. You were scared he would kill you or those girls. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if something happened to them because of you and your stupidity.

So you sucked it up.

It’s been two weeks. Yesterday had to be one of the worst days. You recall the rage burning like fire in his eyes. He was angry, more than usual. Something must’ve happened. Either way, there’s no excuse for what he did.

The cuts along your back sting like hell. You begged him to stop, and it was a mistake. You should’ve let him beat you till it was out of his system for the night. If it’s even possible, he got angrier. He threw you into the bathroom counter, your back crashing into the mirror, causing it to shatter agains you. Your thigh had hit the faucet, creating a huge bruise on the back of it, but nothing hurt worse than the pain in your heart.

“Pathetic slut,” he snapped before walking out, locking the door behind him.

You sit on the floor only a day later, staring at yourself through the glossy flooring. A large shard of glass sat next to you, your eyes wander to it ever so often. It tempts you. Taunts you like a clear voice in your head.

“Do it.” It would say.

Then you would hear the sound of his voice. Familiar, warm, and inviting. Your heart aches. You miss him.

You can see him at the elevator, waiting for it to open while he looks at you.

“You’re strong. Remember that.”

You wonder why you pushed him away. Why you don’t let yourself trust the one man, that still lives, that would never hurt you.

A sob racks through your body as you pick up the large piece of the mirror and throw it across the room. An aggravated scream leaves you as you stand up with trembling legs.

How could I let this happen? Why didn’t I ask for help? The abuse has gone on for three years.

Your throughts were only “why” and “what if’s.”

He’s taken everything from you. Ripped you from your friends, your old life. You didn’t even notice at the time. You just needed someone. You followed him blindly. He told you you only needed him. Nothing - no one else.

I lost myself trying to please him.

You decided you're done letting him win. You're done letting him control your life. Your choices were dying here in this bathroom helplessly, or die trying to get out. You chose the latter.

You searched around the room in a haste, looking for anything to break the doorknob off. Your eyes trained on the top of the toilet. You take it off, arms falling at the weight. You are weak from the two weeks with no food, but you still find it in yourself to raise it over your head and lm it down in the knob.

You weren’t sure the exact time, but Kade would be home soon. So you knew you had to hurry

One hit didn’t seem to do it, so you raise it again and with a grunt, you use all your strength to slam it back down again. Your mouth falls open in surprise when the knob falls to the floor with a loud clanking noise.

It took you a moment, but you dropped the lid and rushed out of the bathroom. You made your way to the home phone, picking it up with shaky hands.

You're hit with a wave of dizziness, but you still dial the number you now know by heart. You were filled with hope when he answered after a couple of rings.

“Halstead.”

“JJ?”

There was a silence on the other end of the phone for a second, but soon he repeats your name.

“I want out. P-Please help me,” you beg, tears streaming down your face as you pathetically spike.

“Address. I need an address.”

The sound of the front door unlocking catches your attention. Your body goes ridged, frozen in place.

Jay repeats your name a couple of times.

“No. No,” you mutter as you begin to back away.

“Hey! What’s going on? I need an address, sweetheart.”

You somehow manage to tell him the address with a, “please hurry,” at the end. You hang up, throwing the phone to the side. You're filled with dread as Kade stumbles into the room, pulling at his tie. You're starting to regret what you just did.

Kade narrows his eyes, ripping his tie from his neck.

“How the hell did you get out?”

He stalks towards you, and although your first instinct is to run, you stay put. You're done taking the abuse.

“I’m done, Kade. We’re done.” You stand your ground, head held high and a new found confidence in your words. He laughs. It’s evil and sickening.

“We’re done? I say when we’re done!” He exclaims, his hand rising and connecting with your face before you had the chance to move. You fall to the floor from the power of the slap. Although you act confident and strong, you're weak. Two weeks without food would be the cause. It didn’t help that you were still in pain from the most recent beating.

You let out a cry as he pulls your hair back with a huff. “When will you learn?” He asked, pulling your head back so you were facing him.

“You look pathetic,” he laughs. You're slapped in the face once more before being dragged towards the kitchen by your throat. You grabbed at him, your instincts kicking in.

“God, your stupid,” he spat, shoving you into the table. Your eyes widen as you feel your skirt, the same one you’ve worn for two weeks now, being pulled around your hips. You felt hopeless now. You only hoped Jay would be here soon.

“At least you're good for something.” You heard him mutter before the sound of his zipper being undone filled your ears. You clamped your legs together and attempted to move, but it was no use. He overpowered you easily. You cried softly as he moved closer and held you down with a deadly grip on your bruised and cut back.

There’s a knock on the door that paused Kade’s actions. He hissed and pulled away, fixing himself.

“Who the hell did you call? Did you call someone?”

The look of fury in his eyes was enough to have you cowering in fear. A scream rips from your throat as he grabs you by your hair again.

“CPD! Open up!” You heard his familiar voice. The same voice you heard as you laid on the bathroom floor.

Kade’s grip on you tightens. “I’m going to kill you, you little bitch.”

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A/N: Small cliffhanger? Yep. Chapter 3 should be out Tusedsy! If you want added to the Saviors taglist let me know!

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Sunshine 10 | Josh Kiszka

y’all we’re really at the end omg I feel like this fic has been going on for ages but it really hasn’t I’m just slow with updates I used to update every day but then towards the end I dragged out the parts to make it last longer BUT we’ve successfully made it to the end. 

thank you to everyone that has read this story, and thanks for all the love you guys have shown on my first piece I posted on here. it’s weird to say that this is the first one cause there’s now a completed Jake fic, I’ve written other blurbs for Josh and Jake and now we’ve got Danny and Sammy in the mix too and now this one will be complete after today. now I can fully focus on writing other blurbs so as always if there’s any special requests, feel free to drop them in my ask (:

enjoy!

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There was a moment in time when you were fully convinced things could not possibly get any better. There was no way, right? You were on top of the world with simply just knowing he felt the same exact way you did, and then you got together and went on the best date you had ever had. Things were perfect, so it left you thinking, what does come after perfect? 

Late night walks on the beach under the moonlight, is what came after perfect. 

You and Josh found yourselves going off on your own adventures, sometimes the others would be included but you made sure to include private trips here and there just for the two of you. More often than not you found yourselves with no specific destination in mind, you would simply get into either car and drive off until something would catch your eye and you would pull over. Sometimes these certain eye catchers would be the beach, and you would park the car as quickly as you could, taking off towards the water as you raced to see who could get there first. Most of the time Josh would win, but there was other times he’d let you in, which you would never admit, you would just soak in the feeling of victory and rub it in his face. He would roll his eyes playfully, giving you a look that told you he knew that you knew he had intended for you to win, but he wouldn’t say it out loud he would simply smile at you and congratulate you. You would play in the water and in the sand some more, and when the day would start to wind down you would sit on the sand and enjoy the sunset together, wrapped up in each others warmth. You would cuddle on the sand a little while longer, sometimes what started as innocent brushes of a hand here and a kiss on the cheek there, turning into something more. You would share quiet laughs between yourselves at the feeling of having sand in places you shouldn’t have sand, but it was all part of the the new memories you were making together. 

You would then end the night strolling one last time on the beach, this time accompanied by the moonlight. Josh loved watching the way your eyes sparkled in the dead of night, as you loved watching his smile shine brighter than the moon that rested in the sky above your heads. A few more tender touches here, whispered affections that drifted away into the wind, hands clasped tightly as if either of you would drift away with the waves that crashed against your feet as you walked, these things would all bring the night to an end. But not your love, no, this would continue as you all but skipped towards the car to make your way back home. Once there you would wash the sand from each others bodies, relishing in the sweet moments you shared but not letting yourselves get too carried away as you had before. You would help each other dry off, and crawl into bed together where you would welcome your much desired peaceful slumber with wide open arms. 

There was other things that came after perfect. More picnics, more walks on the beach, floating the river with the rest of the guys, roller skating, bowling, axe throwing, brewery visits, vineyard visits, trips to the zoo where you all came up with a plan on how to successfully free all of the animals, calling dibs on which ones each of you would house in your own homes. Trips to the drive in, both with the guys or just on a private date, both super special in their own ways. Trips around the world as they toured, insisting they needed another babysitter on the team besides Daniel to help rally them all up and keep them in check. It didn’t take much convincing, everyone knew it wouldn’t have taken much to get you to agree but they still made a big show of asking you. And when you said yes, you feared you might’ve gone deaf for a second as the screams erupted throughout the room. 

On the days you couldn’t accompany them, they were still with you at home. You would check in on their houses every now and then, making sure they were upkept. Your favorite part was going into Josh’s closet while he was gone, stealing some of his shirts to wear in his absence. Not that he would really notice, as this man had the same style shirt in the same shade of white taking up half the closet, surely he wouldn’t miss the few you took. 

You would take Sammy’s dog on walks, sometimes even bring her home with you to keep you company as you watered your plants. At this point in time you had officially run out of room in your entire back yard, except for the spots you reserved that led to your hangout area and the trampoline, everything was covered one way or another. Your front porch had all sorts of plants hanging at the top, your front steps had one big pot if not a few small ones on each side of the steps, there was greenery everywhere and you loved it. Rosie loved it, the boys loved it, it was perfect.

The more time went on the closer you all grew, if even possible. More memories were created, so many pictures were taken that were then added to a scrapbook that was quickly out grown so you all started a new one. There was one for every boy, one for you and Josh, one for the twins, one for the forbidden twins, one for Sam and Danny, one of all four of them and one of you included with them, as well as one for tour memories. There was so many pictures, way too many to even attempt to count but you loved it. You especially loved when they were home and you would all go develop the pictures they took while they were away, returning back home not long after where you all laid on your bellies in your living room surrounded by all sorts of crafting supplies. They would never admit how much they enjoyed laying there with you, kicking their feet in the air tongues poked out as they added glitter into some of the pages. They didn’t know you had secretly taken pictures of them all in that same position, until they were flipping through the pages of their books.

You had all always been a family, but the way things felt now could not compare to how they felt before. You knew you could count on them, especially Josh, always and forever no matter what. But now? Now it felt like you all had your own secret languages just by giving each other looks.

Amongst other things that were perfect, a certain ring on a certain finger on a certain hand fell right under that category. It had become your favorite thing to mess with when you were feeling anxious, and God were you feeling anxious now. The boys were coming back from another tour, having only been gone for 4 months but with the severity of your closeness it felt like years rather than months. You were sitting on your back porch swing, attempting to ease your nerves by taking deep breaths. It wasn’t working. 

The boys had insisted you pick them up from the airport, but you quickly came up with a lie as to why you couldn’t go. They were bummed, Josh especially, but with the promise of seeing them soon they informed you they could arrange for a car to pick them up. Saying your goodbyes and I love you’s, you hung up and threw your phone somewhere before coming out here to try and relax. 

You twisted the gold band on your finger, smiling as you recalled the memory.

The boys were in the middle of a tour, one they had been on for 3 months already and they still had 5 more to go. You were missing them like crazy, you were missing your lover like crazy, and you refused to go another night without seeing him. His brothers too but mainly him. You missed his kiss, you missed his touch, you missed his smell and the way his curls felt in between your fingers as you tugged on them while his head was buried between your thighs. You felt yourself getting worked up so you shook the dirty thoughts from your mind, doing one last round around the hotel room before setting off. They were playing a few states over from home, not too far but far enough to need a hotel. You had landed with barely enough time to make the show so you were on a time crunch. 

Upon your arrival you were met with a wall of people, which was to be expected. Some of the fans had recognized you, asking you for pictures as they knew of your relationship with Josh, and upon talking to them for a few minutes they offered to help get you through to the front. With their help and the help of the group of people surrounding you, you were able to make it to the front but still somewhat off to the side. You were still close enough for the boys to see you, mainly Sammy as you were on his side of the stage.

When he did see you, the smile on his face was so big and bright, making the crowd go crazy. He waved his foot at you as his hands were much too preoccupied with his bass, and you scrunched up your nose in disgust but waved back. The interaction had caused a commotion in that section of the crowd, opting Josh to turn and see what the fuss was about. He turned with the biggest smile on his face, locking eyes with you for a second before looking away. 

And then he realized.

He did a double take, mouth opened wide as you gave him a shy smile and a shrug. He had all but skipped over to that side of the stage, switching spots with Sam as if to really make sure you were there. The crowd erupted into screams and he beamed at everyone reaching out for him, bending down to grab their hands and sharing smiles, all the while shooting glances at you on occasion to make sure you were still there. Eventually he had to go back to center stage, but not after blowing you a kiss which you happily returned. The show continued and the energy was amazing. Once the show was nearing to an end you made your way out of the crowd and towards the back of the stage, where some of the crew recognized you and led you to the wings where you waited for your lover. You watched as the boys all came out one by one, and you hugged each and every one of them as tightly as possible. Saving your lover for last, you stayed wrapped in each others arms for what felt like ages. Whispered affections were swapped between the two of you, soft kisses were shared in your embrace. Josh had been bursting with energy from the show and now even more so because you had surprised him, and he couldn’t contain his excitement. 

Eventually he found a way to, as he and the others needed to finish gathering their stuff to clear out. Once they did, you all headed out for a night on the town. They had a few days off until their next show, so they were spending the night in the same hotel you had reserved. It had all lined up perfectly. 

That night after sharing some much needed quality time in the shower with your boyfriend, you found yourselves laying in the midst of bedsheets, warm and bare skin pressed tightly together not a single speck of anything able to make it through. 

You turned to face Josh, one of your hands coming up to trace patterns into his cheeks as he pulled you impossibly closer to him. He dipped his head into your neck, nuzzling himself in there as he planted kiss after kiss that soon turned into biting and sucking. His right hand wandering down your body, around the curve of your ass and down to your thigh which he grabbed and hoisted onto his hip. You sighed at the wonderful feeling of him, eyes fluttering closed as soft moans left your throat at the pleasure you endured from your lover.

“Marry me,”

You felt his movements still for a second, and you held your breath as you waited for an answer. You knew you were ready for it, you had been ready for years. And you had always wanted it with him. You had been together for a few years now, and if anything your love only continued to grow more and more with each passing day. 

After a few more seconds he continued where he had left off, this time with more hunger and desperation than before. You opened your mouth to say something, but instead a choked out moan is what came out as he slipped himself into you without warning. You tugged on his hair as he pounded himself into you, laying you on your back as he hovered over you to have better leverage. All that was heard around the room was the sounds of his balls slapping against your excitement, the moans that left your throat followed by the sounds coming from Josh. Wrapping your legs around him allowed him to fall into you deeper, so it didn’t take long for him to spill himself inside of you, burying himself as deep as he could inside of you, making sure his cum would stay rooted within you. He held you as your body found it’s release, pumping himself into you a few more times to help you ride out your orgasm. 

When you both came down he stayed inside of you for a moment, holding you underneath him as he kissed you. He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, and you moaned softly as he pulled back slightly only to push back in. 

“I’ll marry you,” he said, causing your eyes to flutter open, a shy smile making it’s way onto your lips.

“Yeah?”

He nodded his head, a smile much like your own on his lips. 

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

You wanted to scream, and you did, but because he took this moment to pull back and slam himself into you, and off you went into round two of however many you had that night. 

You went on for hours and hours, moving from the bed to the balcony, to the small couch in the room to the shower, to the bathroom counter. You made love on every inch of that room, finishing off once again in bed where you woke up a few hours later, wrapped up in each other the same way as you had fallen asleep. 

You felt your core tingling as you recalled the memory. Josh made love to you like never before that night, and ever since then it had amplified by a thousand. Now, the way that certain ring had made it’s way onto your finger wasn’t until a few months later. The boys had gotten a small break throughout the tour, and not knowing the exact date as to when that would happen allowed Josh to plan a whole surprise, showing up at your front door step one day holding a bouquet of yellow roses, the ring in question sitting pretty atop the petals smack in the center of everything. 

“You asked me to marry you but didn’t offer a ring, so I figured I’d help you out and meet you halfway.” he had joked upon you opening the door, and you had all but tackled him onto the ground after making sure the flowers and the ring were safe of course.

That same night you had been laying out on the trampoline after making a lovely dinner together, gazing up at the stars that just seemed to be shining brighter than any other night. You turned onto your stomach, admiring the beautiful man that lay smiling up at you. You leaned down, sharing a few kisses and matching smiles throughout. Your smile turned into a giggle, then into a full blown laugh. Josh laughed along, though he didn’t understand what was so funny. 

Taking his hand, you fiddled with his fingers for a moment before stopping on a certain one, covering it as best as you could so he wouldn’t see. You looked up at him a few seconds later, and you were met with a big smile and watery eyes.

“I did have a ring,” you began, leaning down to kiss the ring you had just placed onto his finger. “I just hadn’t had the chance to give it to you yet.”

He pulled you into one of the tightest hugs ever, only letting go when you managed to squeeze out that you couldn’t breathe. 

“I guess it’s really meant to be, huh?” he teased.

You offered him a shrug. “I’ve been trying to tell you, Kiszka.”

Fast forward some months later and here you were, engaged, sitting in your now shared home, anxiously waiting for the return of your fiancé. Fiancé. You smiled at the thought, it never failed to turn you into a pile of mush at the mention of it. It was surreal, it felt surreal. It’s what you had been dreaming of for years, and now a few years later were under your belt this time next to the one you’ve always loved.

In terms to the living situation you refused to leave your house and all of your plants as well as your garden, and Josh would never dream of making you leave, so he ended up upgrading from part time roommate to full time roommate. It wasn’t a big change as he had already been practically living with you once your relationship was made official, so it worked out beautifully. You loved going to bed together, waking up together, making breakfast together and doing the dishes together, talking amongst yourselves as a record spun in the background.

You felt your heartbeat pick up its pace as you heard a faint door slam, and you immediately knew. Working seconds you were up, running through the house towards the front door that was already being thrown open as you neared it.

“Miss me?”

You grinned at the sight of Sammy standing in front of you, arms wide open and a big smile plastered on his face. You walked over and wrapped your arms around him as tightly as the backpack on his back would let you, and you smiled into his chest as he swayed you back and forth.

"Don't we get a hug?"

You peaked under Sam's arm to see a grinning Jake and Danny, luggage in hands as they stood patiently waiting for their hugs. You moved away from Sam and all but jumped into a group hug with the other two, Sam joining in not long after. They were all talking at once into the hug, and it was almost loud enough for you to miss the sound of the front door closing, followed by an extra set of footsteps. Almost.

Before anyone could say anything you pushed your way through the sea of arms, squealing in excitement as you ran the short distance into your lovers arms. Your sobs were all that was heard around the room, aside from the whispered affections from Josh. After a few minutes you heard the others disappear, giving you and Josh some privacy. You clung to him like your life depended on it, and he practically had to carry you over to the couch where he sat down, immediately pulling you onto his lap.

"Shh, mama, it's okay." he whispered. "I'm home now, everything's okay."

If anything that made you cry even harder. You had missed him so much and you had been counting down the seconds for his arrival. Seeing the boys was one thing, but seeing Josh, your Josh standing right in front of you, it was a whole other thing. Your emotions were amplified by what felt like a thousand, and you felt embarrassed as you pulled back, taking in the sight of Josh's now tear soaked shirt.

"I'm sorry," you tried to say, but he quickly cut you off.  

"It's okay, love, I understand."

He was always so understanding, no matter what. Even with the little things that to you at the moment felt like such big things, he was so comforting and understanding. Never once making you feel guilty or upset about anything. You pulled him into another hug and clung to him a little longer, letting him feel just how much you had missed him as he did the same to you. You talked amongst yourselves and you took this time to collect yourself, before heading out into the backyard where the others were hanging out. 

You couldn't help but smile at the sight before you, they were all here. They were really here. After months of being along with just your plants you missed the commotion they brought with them. You had grown so accustomed to having Josh with you, in turn having the boys there as well that this tour had been a little bit harder this time around. Maybe due to certain circumstances, as you weren't new to the tour life, but it still made you feel eternally grateful to have them all back home. 

"Did you guys eat yet?" you asked, lingering at the back door as you watched the brothers all talk amongst themselves. "I made some food for you guys right before you showed up, it's in the-"

They didn't even let you finish your sentence before they were all charging in to the kitchen, mumbling their thanks as they passed you. You watched happily as they fixed themselves a plate, sharing how excited they were to have a home cooked meal after so long. You had already been snacking early on in the day so you weren't too hungry, so you grabbed a couple beers out of the fridge for them, snatching water bottle for yourself before heading back outside to meet them. You sat around talking, and they thanked you for the beers as they all jumped into a long stream of tour recaps. They told you about what they got up to on the road, and they tried sugar coating some of the not so responsible things they had done but thankfully Danny was there to share in detail what actually happened. 

"It wasn't stealing if she was too busy admiring my good looks to charge me." Sam tried to defend himself. 

"All two hundred dollars worth of merchandise?" you deadpanned. 

He gave you shrug as if to say 'what are you going to do about it now', which made you roll your eyes but laugh nonetheless as they continued to share more stories. Jake almost spraining his ankle as he was jumping on stage, Danny hurting one of his fingers from drumming too hard and your beloved boyfriend getting whacked with a flying disposable camera that was thrown on stage. You went from scared to worried to relaxed to laughing so hard your eyes were leaking at the corners, amongst other things that were leaking. You excused yourself for a moment, running into the restroom where you barely made it on time. After washing your hands and drying them you reached for the door, stepping out and almost running smack into Jake's chest.

"Oh my God!" you gasped, a hand flying up against your chest. "If I hadn't just peed I'd be peeing myself right now, dammit Jacob!"

He laughed and offered you an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just hoping I could talk to you for a second."

You let out a breath and nodded your head, leading him into one of the guest bedrooms where he normally stayed. You both took a seat at the foot of the bed, turning to face each other. 

"What's up?" you asked him, taking in his somewhat nervous expression.

He took a deep breath before he spoke. "I know,"

You gave him a look. 

"Like," he sighed, shaking his head. "I know, you don't have to pretend with me."

You gave him another weird look, you had no idea what he was talking about.

"Dude, Jake, what the hell are you on about?"

He closed his eyes for a second, before opening them and scooting closer. "I know what you're hiding." he spoke lowly and slowly, making sure you understood what he meant.  

You tried not to let it show that you knew what he was referring to, but it was of no use. He was like your forbidden twin, he knew you almost as well as Josh did. 

You sighed, slumping your shoulders in defeat. 

"Does he know?" you asked quietly. 

You felt him close the remaining space between the two of you, pulling you in for a side hug as he rubbed his hand over your arm.

"No, I don't think so. But I do think you should tell him, it's not fair to him and he deserves the truth."

You knew he was right. You and Josh were never ones to keep secrets from each other, and you were planning on telling him you were just wanting him to be home for it. You told Jake this, and he understood, simply insisting that you tell josh as soon as possible. You talked for a few more minutes, before leaving the room and heading back out to meet the rest of the boys. A few steps before the back door, Jake stopped you before you got too close.

"Whatever happens, we're here for you." he whispered.

You took a breath and nodded, giving him a nervous smile before the both of you headed outside to hangout with everyone else. For the rest of the night you tried to partake in the conversations, but your talk with Jake lingered on your mind. He was right, you knew he was right about telling Josh, you were just waiting for the right moment. But what if he hated you? What if he felt betrayed? You couldn't bear the thought of him hating you or being angry with you but at the end of the day it would be your fault, you would've brought the outcome onto yourself by not being honest with him. 

You sighed, shaking the thoughts from your head as you took in the sight of the other boys standing up, saying their goodbyes to you and Josh. Wait, what?

"Wait, you're not staying?" you asked them, to which Sam opened his mouth to answer but Jake beat him to it.

"No, not tonight. We've hogged Josh long enough and we figured it's your turn to spend some time together." he explained. "Alone."

The look he gave you was more than enough to know that this was planned, by him nonetheless. You gave him a small nod, sharing a conversation with your eyes to let him know you understood. It needed to be done, and it would be done tonight. You and Josh walked the boys out, saying your goodbyes and sharing some hugs and you watched from the front porch as they drove away, returning back inside once they were out of sight. You relished in the quiet of the house, aside from Josh's humming to the music that played through the record player as you did the dishes together.

"You know," you spoke, breaking the silence. "I really missed this, I missed you."

He turned to face you with a smile, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. "I missed you too, mama, so damn much."

The nickname always did something to you, but tonight it hit you harder than ever before. Your eyes watered at the sound of it, and you shut off the water then dried your hands, stepping into Josh's open arms as he took in your current state.

"What's the matter, lovie?" he worriedly asked. "Talk to me."

You shook your head, nuzzling into his neck as you cried. "I just really really fucking missed you." you spoke, voice muffled into his skin but he understood, pulling you tighter into his chest. 

You stayed in the kitchen for a moment, Josh holding you tightly in his arms as you rocked you from side to side, his hands rubbing your back in a soothing motion. You decided to abandon the dishes, getting ready for bed instead. You took care of shutting the music off and making sure all the doors were locked and the lights were off as Josh went off into the shower, meeting you in bed moments later. 

He held you in the darkness of your shared bedroom, tracing mindless patterns into the skin of your cheeks as you lay facing him. It was quiet, aside from your slow breathing and the quiet whispers of love the two of you shared in secret. It was the perfect moment to come clean, you needed to, you had to. So you did.

Sitting up in bed you turned to face Josh, crossing your legs as you played with the hem of his shirt that hung on your body. 

"I need to tell you something," you whispered, looking at him for a second before training your eyes on your lap.

"What is it, baby?" he placed his hand on your knee, rubbing it soothingly and you appreciated it more than you could tell him as it helped ease your nerves.

"So," you started, taking a deep breath as you locked your eyes with his. "I don't really know where to start um,"

He gave you a comforting smile, assuring you there was no rush and to take your time. 

"I just, um," you tried, but just couldn't form the words. 

You tried a few other times, but nothing more of a handful of words would leave your mouth. At this point Josh noticed the severity of the situation, and he sat up, mirroring your position in bed as he took your hands in his. 

"What's the matter, Y/N?" he asked.

You felt the tears coming again as you shook your head, clinging onto his hands as you tried to form the words. "I just - I had this whole thing planned on how I was going to tell you and now I - I can't - I don't know if I can do it." 

He rubbed his thumbs over your hands, letting you calm down a bit before he spoke again. "What's the matter, mama, are you sick? Are you not feeling well?"

You shook your head no, as you did with every other guess he shared. 

"You're starting to scare me, Y/N. If you're not sick and you're not leaving me then what could possibly have you in such a state I don't underst-"

"I'm pregnant."

And that shut him up. 

He looked back at you with wide eyes, his grip on your hands tightening to such a degree which hurt, and you winced as you tried to pull your hands from his grip. He blinked then looked down at your wiggling hands, softening his hold on them as he rubbed them to soothe pain. 

"I'm sorry did you just say you're - hold on you - you're what?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, he looked so lost and confused. You detached yourself from him and leaned over to reach into your nightstand drawer, pulling out the pictures you had gotten from the doctor. You turned on your bedside lamp as you handed them to him, watching as his eyes scanned the pictures for the answers to all of the questions you could clearly see were cooking up in his mind. You gave him a few moments to gather his thoughts, watching as you jumped from picture to picture. 

"I don't understand I mean - how did this - I mean I know how but like, when is more of the question." 

You gave him a smile and took hold of his hand, fiddling with the ring on his finger. 

"Remember that last time I went to visit you on tour? We didn't use protection, and we had talked about trying." you explained, but the confusion never left his face. "There wasn't any signs honestly, I had no idea either I wasn't feeling any different and the only thing that was missing was my period, but sometimes I get really stressed and it messes with my cycle I mean, you know this too so it wasn't anything new. But then it just wouldn't show up and so I took a test and yada yada yada fast forward and here we are! Ta-da, surprise! I'm so sorry I didn't tell you I didn't want to tell you over the phone it didn't seem right and I just-oh!"

Your ears were ringing at the squeal, yes squeal, Josh let out as he placed the pictures on the bed carefully, before pulling you into a big hug. This time he made sure to only squeeze up top, not near your belly. You laughed at his excitement, feeling relief wash over you at his reaction. You had been so afraid he was going to be upset with you for keeping it from him for so long, but you wanted the moment to be a perfect. And it turned out to be nothing short of. 

"We're having a baby, holy fuck!" 

Josh's voice broke you from your thoughts, and you pulled away with a sheepish smile. 

"Um, actually," you spoke, taking a deep breath before dropping the rest of the bomb on him. 

"There's two."

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[redrobin-detective]

Just one single glimpse of relief

TW: OC death, death themes

“Hey,” Sydnee looked up at the sound of the voice. It was familiar, safe, and it stopped her tears for a moment. She can’t remember where she was or what she’d been doing. All she knew was that she was scared and upset and didn’t know what to do. It felt like she’d been crying forever when the voice appeared. “Hey there, it’s Phantom. Can I come closer?”

Sydnee gasped as the town hero, Phantom, approached her slowly. Syd was a bit of a nerd and she couldn’t get enough of those superhero movies. She always tuned in to Phantom’s fights on TV; he was as close as she’d get to a real life Superman or Captain Marvel. She’d never seen him up close before though. He was younger than he appeared on TV, not more than his early teens. Sydnee, almost 24, was hit by a wave of mortification over how they’d described the hunky, we-thought-he-was-older kid on Margarita Night. This day just got better and better, not that she remembered it.

“How are you doing?” Phantom asked quietly, floating near her but not getting too close. He was watching her warily but not unkindly. She saw how some folks treated him, he was probably worried she’d throw a shoe at him. “What’s your name?”

“Sydnee, with an extra e not a y. Uh Tanner, Sydnee Tanner,” she mumbled. Ugh why were words so hard. Her head felt fuzzy and very far away, she thinks she was going to start panicking again. What was she even so upset about? “I don’t know what’s going on. Where are we and what happened. I don’t- I don’t remember anything.”

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly, floating a little closer. The soft glow he emitted brightened up the dark place they were in. Was she in a collapsed tunnel? What had she been doing here? She’d never been claustrophobic but the debris and rubble of the place seemed to close in on her. “Hey, hey, just look at me.” She turned and met his kind eyes, soft and easy. “We’ll walk through it together. What is the last thing you remember?”

“I was late to work,” Syd said, the memory popping up before her. “I um work at the Donut Delights bakery in that strip mall next to the middle school. My cats had knocked over some of my houseplants in the night so I had to clean them up and was running behind. I open the store on Wednesdays - oh it’s Wednesday! - so I knew I’d be in trouble. But I made it, just barely. I was starting up the ovens when.” Syd furrowed her brow and took in the hero before her. The one who was almost never seen outside a fight. “There was a ghost attack, wasn’t there?”

“Welcome to Amity Park,” Phantom said grimly. “I’ve been here a couple times; the jalapeno bacon topped donuts are my favorite. My mom and sister buy them sometimes if they want to bribe me into doing something.”

“You weirdo, only crazy people eat that weird flavor,” Sydnee chuckled. “You have a family?”

“Of course, we all have a family out there somewhere. What about you?” He asked gently. There was something about the soft way he was talking to her, the way his eyes flickered around the dark like he was looking for something. He had news he didn’t want to tell her and she wasn’t ready to hear it. Not yet. Just a few more minutes of denial before she faced the revelation she couldn’t bear to touch yet.

“Yeah, mom and dad and two younger sibs. Folks divorced forever ago, I barely remember them actually being together. Mom is is living it up in Dubai working as a pastry chef in one of their fancy hotels. Dad’s an auto-mechanic down on Maple street, Duke’s Car Services. Pretty sure you got tossed through the window a year ago.”

“I’ve been tossed through many windows but I know the place you’re talking about. So a big family, any friends? Boyfriends? Girlfriends?”

“I have a boyfriend,” she continued on hastily, taking the distraction for what it was. “I like him, a lot and we’ve been dating since high school. Everyone says I should marry him and we’ve talked about it, casually, but I’ve never dated anyone else and wonder if I should see other people first. You know, test the waters before I settle down with my high school sweetheart like my folks did and look how they turned out.”

“Mhmm,” Phantom hummed nodding, encouraging her to continue.

“DeShawn is great though, he’s very supportive and sweet in his own kind of absentminded way. He’s got epilepsy real bad though, I have to drive him everywhere since he’s always at risk of a seizure. Annoying sometimes but its nice, you can learn a lot about a person from a conversation while you’re alone together.”

“Very true, I’m learning a lot now,” Phantom smiled. “What about your siblings?”

“I have a brother and a sister, Kennedy is finishing his sophomore year of college and Janelle will be a senior in high school. She was a surprise baby, one last attempt of my parents to reconcile before the big D. It didn’t help but I got a great sister out of it, she’s a real firecracker.”

“Janelle,” Phantom’s eyes lit up. “She’s the one always dying her hair. I see her in the hallways of Casper, she’s hard to miss. I think she draws too, she won an art award I think.”

“Yeah!” Sydnee said enthusiastically, she reached out and grabbed ahold of Phantom’s arm. It was cold but solid. It reminded her that she really couldn’t feel anything, nothing but him. “Yeah, I swear her hair is a new color every time I see her. It’s a dark purple now, it looks pretty good on her. She was a peachy orange for picture day last year. Mom called her up screaming when she saw the photos.”

“I thought it looked cool,” Phantom grinned, “not that I was there for picture day. Ghost attack, you know. My mom was upset with me too.” They laughed lightly for a minute before it gently petered off leaving them alone in the dark. Sydnee didn’t have any feeling in her toes, in any part of her. She felt light and disconnected and all over out of sorts. She was pretty sure she knew what had happened but she couldn’t face it yet. But talking to Phantom, it seemed a little easier.

“I remember the attack now,” Sydnee stated quietly. “It was a big ghost bear only it was the size of a pickup truck. It rammed into the store there was chaos and screaming. It was so loud, the screaming of the customers, the bear, building coming down on top of us...” her lips wobbled. “We’re still in the store, aren’t we? I haven’t wanted to turn around because... because I know my body is buried underneath the concrete back there.”

“Yeah,” Phantom breathed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get here in time. Most everyone in the area got out but you and a few others in the store got trapped under the rubble. Mrs. McDaniels who lived on Eustis street and was the first woman in her family to go to college plus Eddie Drake who came down from Chicago to check out the ghost stuff with their boyfriend and was a tattoo artist.”

“Did you talk to them too?” She questioned in surprise.

“Briefly, Mrs. McDaniels didn’t stay long, just long enough to tell me, and I quote, “stop wasting time on her dead ass and get to the others.” She already passed on. Eddie, they didn’t take it well. We talked for a while and I think they need a little more time to accept it, see their loved ones first. I warned them that the longer they delay death, the harder it is and the more you lose yourself. You’re the last, all the way in the back of the store. When you’re ready, I’m going to bring your body out.”

“Thank you,” she whispered before breaking out into hysterical laughter. “God I bet I’m a wreck, I think I put my shirt on inside out I was in such a rush this morning,” she sniffled. “What do I do now, as a ghost? I don’t have to, like, attack people, do I?”

“No,” Phantom sighed. “Most ghosts are just normal people, no one else but other ghosts will see you and you’re not going to be strong enough to interact with the real world for a long, long time. You can stick around a bit if you want, watch over your family but it’s like I told Eddie, you forget things pretty quick. Or you can move on, that part I can’t help you with but I’ve helped a lot of others go that route and I’m told it’s easy.”

“Easy, then why haven’t you?” She questioned angrily, the full weight of the situation crashing over her. She shoved him and he floated back passively. “I’m a freaking ghost and you’re here talking to me like you’re my therapist or something. Who’s gonna take DeShawn to his appointments? Or praise my sister’s creative messes? Or badger Ken into picking major? My life is over and you think you can float there and lecture me about it being easy to move on!”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Phantom soothed, scratching at the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry Sydnee, I wish I could turn back the clock an hour, two hours, and prevent this from happening but I can’t. I’ve tried to mess with time and it doesn’t end well for anyone. I just want, I just want what’s best for you now. You can stay or you can go but I want you to make the decision that you feel most comfortable with. That’s all I can do for you.”

“I think I’d be sad,” she said, crying again, “being able to see everyone but not talk to them, to watch them cry over me. I don’t want to forget them either.” Phantom watched her, easily and earnestly. “What made you choose to stay? Why didn’t you go?”

“I’m a little complicated but I can tell you, when I’ve done all I need to here, I’m not hanging around a second longer than I have to. Being a ghost has it’s perks but it’s also, it’s being stuck in a place you longer fit, watching the world go on without you.”

“Okay,” Syd hiccupped. “Okay, yeah okay.”

“Okay,” Phantom nodded. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, please don’t,” she grabbed his hands again. “Please I don’t, I know I died alone but I don’t want to do... this alone. Please stay, ugh, calling you Phantom is weird sorry.”

“I don’t know if it’s any less weird but you can call me Danny,” Phantom, Danny, laughed. It was an ordinary name for a superhero but it fit. There was a special thrill in knowing the ghost boy’s name but it’s not like she was going to be around to tell anyone. It was scary, to think of not existing but also sort of comforting, like a long nap with nothing pressing to get up for.

“Can you tell them that I love them, in my place? I know it’s a lot and I’m sure you’re super busy saving the town and everything-”

"It’s not a problem. I’m sure they know but I’ll be happy to pass on the message,” he smiled and it made him look so young. For a second she was struck by how sad it was that she was relying on a kid a decade younger than her for support. But he was here and he was kind and he was what she needed right now. Maybe one day, he’d have his own person talking him through this last step. 

“Okay, Danny, thanks really. For talking, for staying. I’m scared but I, I think I’m ready.” She closed her eyes and squeezed his hands tightly. “Do you, will it hurt?”

“No,” he said, his voice warm despite his inherent chill. “No, Sydnee. No, the hurting is all over now. All you have left ahead of you is peace. Thank you for all that did, you’ll be missed.”

“I’ll see you on the other side. Goodbye.” The world faded to a pinprick, consumed by light. The last thing she saw before she went into it was a stranger’s smile. 

XxX

“Here’s the last,” Phantom said solemnly, delicately setting a broken body he’d carried out of the dilapidated building and on the sidewalk next to the others. “This is Sydnee Tanner, she was the only employee in the store at the time. She has cats at home who will need taking care of. Her dad works at Duke’s Car Services along with siblings and a boyfriend.”

“Don’t know how you know all that but thanks for getting these folks out,” Sheriff Newton sighed. “Damn shame. Keep up the good work kid, we’ll save the next ones for sure. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some rather unhappy news to break to several people.”

“Do you mind if I tag along? I have a few messages I need to pass on.”

[rogerswick]

( joe keery, cis male, he/him ) the stowe ski resort welcomes AUGUST “GUS” ROGERS-BRUNSWICK! they’re a 25 year-old HEIR. the staff says they’re quite APPRECIATIVE, but i heard they can also be pretty NAIVE. rumor has it that HE’S THE GUARDIAN TO HIS LITTLE SISTER, and they like to spend their free time LEARNING HOW TO COOK. ( madge, 25, est )

name: august roman rogers-brunswick nickname: gus, wick age: twenty-two gender: cis male pronouns: he/him orientation: bisexual birthplace: manhattan, united states current residence: taos, new mexico family: lionel rogers-brunswick (father, deceased), jean rogers-brunswick (mother, deceased), daniel rogers-brunswick (older brother, deceased), eleanor rogers-brunswick (little sister) faceclaim: joe keery

traits: friendly, respectful, sad, naive, spoiled, lost, grieving alignment: neutral good

- - - - - - - - - - -

second of three, august was the prince of nothing. The Plan™ was for danny to get trained up to take over the company from their dad. there was nothing planned for august, other than getting caught in the safety net of the family's success. he wasn't really good at anything if shredding the self-esteem of your peers in school doesn't count.

but, there was a conference in california. the plane went down colorado, wiping out half the family… and the three people who would have any idea how to manage. a fortune lands in the hands of the fuck-up, and the custody of his little sister. he lived a sheltered life as a rich boy, but he was sheltered from the other side. with the defenses down. he got pecked by the vultures swooping down on the company. his parents' executives, his supposed war council, told him how much of a disappointment he'd be to his family.

a month later, he and elsie packed their things into his car and gus drove as far as he could (subconsciously, in the direction of the plane crash), ending up in taos. it's not as though no one knows where they went, he uses company credit cards, and fields phone calls from the c.o.o.

presently:

he was a dick, but he's lost everything that mattered to him. he's been stripped to this version of himself that tiptoes around all topics

he's still learning how to take care of lil sis and himself

he takes anti-depressants

does this place have a stray issue? there were paw prints in the snow...

plotting:

neighbours. gus has asked for a favour every day since he's arrived

from his past. the rogers-brunswick are new money from nyc, if someone knows him from there. or in social circles that gus would tread

executives. if your new boss fucked off to some ski resort, you'd go after them.

[trulyinspiringmovies]

Ambulance

“Ambulance” left me with sore eyes because the shaky-cam gave my eyes a workout.

Will Sharp is a veteran who’s trying to money for an experimental surgery for his wife. The insurance company isn’t coming through, so he goes to his brother Danny. Danny says his money is all tied up in a bank heist he’s about to do and that he could really use Will’s help. Will reluctantly agrees, not knowing what he’s gotten himself into.

Throughout the movie, there’s this force that’s making the movie adhere to a strictly dramatic tone. Even when the movie tries to make jokes, this force undermines them and brings the tone back on track. I think it’s because Michael Bay doesn’t know how to balance the comedy with the action. He’s so hellbent on making sure this movie looks cool with every shot that he’s too afraid to pull back and just be funny. The camera work in this movie made my brain rattle in my skull. I swear to God, he made best friends with a drone pilot or something and had him do skillful maneuvers for every aerial shot they needed. Thoughtful cinematography was thrown out in favor of mind-numbing rollercoaster camerawork. The whole movie takes place within an ambulance caught in a high-speed chase, so if you’re easily car sick, you might want to bring your medication. Even when the characters are stationary, Michael Bay has to bring in his signature spin-around-the-actors shot or his cameraman has hand tremors. The plot is never really used to flesh out the characters, but instead used for explosions, gun shoot-outs, and car crashes. At a certain point in the movie, I thought I was catching on to the fact that I was in purgatory and I’ve been in the movie theaters for an eternity. I think the great actors are doing the best they can with the material they’re given, but sometimes it just wasn’t enough. Jake Gyllenhaal’s descent into madness was fun to watch, but I felt like some of the shots used were from his not-so-great takes. Yahya Abdul-Mateen II is consistently great in other films, but in “Ambulance”, it felt like he was phoning it in for the majority of the movie. There is one scene at the end where his acting floored me, but I think it only did that because the rest of the movie was so dull in comparison. There’s a cop they have to keep alive so they don’t get into more trouble, but all of it really falls apart with the slightest of questioning. I truly felt bad for the cop because he seemed sweet and the script was just finding any excuse to treat him cruelly. Like, I understand that it’s just part of storytelling to have bad things happen to a character, but it felt way too meanspirited for no explainable reason within the narrative. Michael Bay movies have always been vain, thoughtless explosion porn for military lovers. His narcissism is apparent when you realize he’s in every other shot of the police officers. He doesn’t try to blend in either. He has dirty blonde hair and a slightly different outfit than everyone else. It’s really hard to miss him in every single shot he’s in. It’s one thing to accept the fact that your movie is popcorn fodder and do the best you can do to make it entertaining. It’s another thing to not even care about doing the bare minimum.

★★

Watched on May 3rd, 2022

[five-rivers]

Loved Chapter 5

Sort of wanted to do something more elaborate with this, but it just wasn't happening. Meh.

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“But you aren’t really real, are you?”

Tucker’s question killed the mood fast than a bullet. Danny and Sam stared at him from their side of the blanket nest.

“You want to rephrase that?” asked Sam, glaring, arms crossed.

“Uh,” said Tucker, sweat starting to form on his upper lip. “I mean, clearly you’re real, just… maybe not entirely physical? You, it’s,” he made a sort of twisting gesture with one of his hands. “People who aren’t from here can’t see you. They can’t even touch you. That sort of implies that you’re not on the same level of reality as them.” He shrugged. “You call the other place the Dream, right? Maybe you’re in, like, a kind of daydream or something.”

Danny twisted a corner of a blanket in his hands. “No,” he said.

“Danny,” started Tucker.

“No,” repeated Danny. “I can’t—” He noticed he was breathing heavily, his eyes unfocused enough that he could see—No. “Tucker, I don’t—I don’t think I even have free will anymore.” No matter how much he Loved Clockwork and craved Love in return, no matter how glad he was that the dark future would never come to pass, that grated at times. “I need—” He gulped air.

(Before, if he was this panicked, his heart would be thundering in his chest. Now, it was far too quiet.)

Sam put a hand on his back, steadying. Tucker reached out, too, but hesitated, unsure.

“I need to be real,” he said. He needed to still exist, still be human, at least in part. He couldn’t lose that, too. No matter what else he might gain.

“You are real,” said Tucker. “I’m sorry, I—” He cursed lightly under his breath, “—I wasn’t thinking. It’s just… Maybe something you should think about. Maybe—Maybe you aren’t coming completely out of… I don’t know. Wherever you go.”

“Maybe,” said Danny, struggling to get his breathing back under control. “Maybe. I just. Not right now.”

“Okay,” said Tucker. “Yeah. What were we talking about before?”

“Who cares?” asked Sam. “Let’s watch a movie.”

“That sounds good,” said Danny.

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Danny woke up first the next morning, which was somewhat unusual. Sam was definitely a night-owl, but Tucker woke up fairly early. He stepped over them, feet silent on the floor. Almost as if they weren’t really there.

He shook his head. Not now.

He went to the bathroom and took care of things slowly, deliberately, as if to impress upon his body that he was human.

Sam and Tucker still weren’t awake when he came back. Also, when he thought about it, the rest of the house was eerily silent as well.

No… There was music. Was that coming from outside? He closed his eyes to listen better and caught himself drifting off while standing.

That was abnormal. He knelt and shook Sam and Tucker’s shoulders. They didn’t stir.

Someone was here. And they were here without Danny knowing. That was bad. That was really bad.

He went to his parents’ room. They were asleep, too.

There was a nonzero possibility that he was the only one awake. (Assuming he had ever been awake in the first place and not, as Tucker put it, daydreaming.)

He went out, following the music. Music suggested Ember, but this didn’t seem to be her style. She preferred motion, energy, vibrance. This was quieter, subtler.

Then again, none of the others made sense.

(At least, Danny liked to pretend they didn’t.)

The music wasn’t louder outside, but it was clearer. The scent of something sweet floated on the air. Something warm. Like honey.

Was something buzzing?

Danny shook his head again, forcing himself back into awareness. Maybe he should try and figure out what was going on from inside the Dream. It wasn’t possible to fall asleep there. At least, Danny never had.

(Assuming he wasn’t always partially in the Dream, like Tucker said.)

On the other hand, it often helped to observe what was going on in the real world, on the surface of things, before diving. As messy as fights could be in the real world, winning them in the Dream was harder.

He forged on, periodically pinching himself. He wasn’t the only one on the streets, but he was the only one on the streets that wasn’t passed out. It looked like there had been some car crashes.

That’s when he saw her.

She stood in the middle of an intersection, looking away from him. She was built like a centaur, except the lower part of her body more closely resembled a massive deer than a horse. An elk, perhaps. Both her deer-portion and her human-portion had night-black skin, studded with white stars. Antlers curved and branched above her curly hair. A crown of red flowers sat on her head. She wore no other clothes.

Danny did not notice any of this at first. No, what first jumped out at him was the unmistakable chain of Love binding him to her and vice versa.

He’d never met anyone like this, so—

She turned to face Danny. But she didn’t have a face. She had a mask. A well-made mask that had both eye-holes and a mouth with lips that seemed to curve. It was also covered with pulsing, swirling, hypnotic patterns. Black and white chased each other across the mask, not respecting the mask’s physical curves.

Danny could feel his mind start to go fuzzy. Felt the ground go soft under him as he sank into the Dream. A distant part of him wanted to look away, but the rest of him could only blink slowly, captivated.

“Come,” she said in a fascinating combination of an out-loud voice and a True Voice, tugging lightly on the chain that attached Danny to her.

Danny complied, trotting out into the intersection. When he was most of the way there, she turned away again.

“Follow,” she ordered.

Danny did, vaguely noting how rapidly the sidewalks and concrete buildings of Amity Park flowed into smoothly rolling hills covered in grass and flowers. The air grew heavier. Hotter. The perfume of the flowers combined with the buzzing of the bees and the gentle music served to make Danny even drowsier than before.

Still, he could hardly nod off in this situation, walking behind her, Love connecting them.

Sluggishly, belatedly, a name came to mind. “Nocturne,” he said. The name tasted like milk and honey, like chamomile tea, like sleep. She stopped and inclined her head slightly towards him. “You’re different from before.”

“We haven’t met,” she said. Then she turned more fully, the lips on her mask curving into a smile. “Has our parent been showing you Dreams of me? Perhaps I looked more like this.” She changed, her body warping before Danny’s eyes to become an impossibly tall man completely covered in starry black robes. Except, of course, for his mask and curved, ram-like horns. “This is as good a place as any, I suppose.”

Danny nodded, not quite sure what he was agreeing to, and looked around. Amity Park was nowhere in sight. The hills were a little lumpy, as if the grass and moss were growing over oddly shaped rocks.

“Let’s sit,” said Nocturn, lowering himself elegantly to the ground.

Danny followed, movements clumsy and blurred by sleep. He blinked, and found his hands occupied by a large mug. He looked up at Nocturne. Had he given this to Danny, or…?

Nocturne smiled. Danny looked away, not feeling like getting caught in the hypnotic swirls of his mask again. There was something off about those rocks under the grass. Something about their shape…

Then he saw it and inhaled sharply through his teeth.

Bodies. They were bodies. Still breathing, but…

He looked back at Nocturne. He’d known Nocturne was being too nice to him. He was new to being other, but not new to being a younger sibling. Older siblings only acted like this when they had set up everything in their favor. When they wanted something.

Even knowing this, he struggled to keep his eyes open. Could he fall asleep in the Dream?

“What are you doing to them?” he asked. “How do I wake them up.”

Nocturne hummed. “I have an idea. Play a game with me, sibling, and I’ll tell you.”

“What kind of game?”

“You ask me a question, and for every answer I give you, I get something from you.”

“Like, an answer from me,” said Danny, trying to clarify his position, “or something else?”

Nocturne’s smile showed teeth.

“If I play this game,” said Danny, “I have to be able to say when it ends.” He didn’t want to be dancing around conversational pitfalls every time he interacted with Nocturne, after all. They were siblings.

(And though Love was not trust, it was Love. And Love was undeniable.)

“Of course,” agreed Nocturne, easily.

“Alright, then,” said Danny. He adjusted his grip on the mug.

The grass was crawling. He blinked, hard, and shook his head, dislodging two bees that had landed on his ear.

“How do I wake them up?” he asked.

“You can’t,” said Nocturne.

Danny paused, waiting for Nocturne to take what he wanted.

“You have other questions.”

“Aren’t you going to take something from me, for the question?”

“Yes, I am.”

Danny pursed his lips, realizing he had just wasted a question.

“If I can’t wake them, who or what can?”

“I could. Or they could wake themselves.”

Danny mulled over what that could mean. He had no idea where to start with the second part, but the first…

“What would I have to do, to get you to wake them?”

“You—”

The chain around Danny’s neck went taut, pulling him through the fabric of the Dream at breakneck speeds. He was in Clockwork, his sibling behind him.

You must not bully your sibling, my dear. I have enough love for both of you. You do not need to be jealous.

Danny swayed. Now that so much of the tension between him and Nocturne was gone, he was no longer able to use it to support his wakefulness.

Drink your milk, little Love. You’ll be able to find your friends.

Danny nodded sleepily and tipped the mug back. He didn’t remember what happened after that.

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“Hundreds of Amity Park citizens are still in comas as health officials race to find the cause of the mysterious event. Some say that gas leaks are to…”

Danny tuned out the TV and glared at his cereal. He knew he had fallen asleep in the Dream and had done something, but the memory was beyond him. Maybe whatever it had been was beyond an even partially human mind.

Or whatever kind of mind Danny had.

His fingers twitched. He was going to go down again later today, to see if Clockwork would help him find everyone else. If they could be found at all. He didn’t want to. He was angry. Angry that this had happened, that it was still happening. Amity Park was his, and Nocturne had no right to try and steal and break and—

The terrible part, was that even though he was angry, his general desire to reach out to Nocturne, to lean on their Love… That had not diminished.

He looked forward to seeing them again.

The news continued to talk about the coma victims.