#Dannys giving him aneurysm

[luckyfox3000]

DC X DP PROMT #13

Heyooo! How are my lovely kits? New promt!

Bruce wayne, Gotham's beloved celebrity and playboy, was spotted hanging out with a few ally kids dressed up in low class clothes.

Or at least that's what the public thinks.

OUR Bruce however, on that particular day, had spent his time in bed after a rough injury, which he would've been fine going out with, but, chose to stay inside due to Alfred's nagging, *cough* threats *cough*.

So, whoever the media saw was decidedly not Bruce and was, most likely, an Impostor.

So, that started Bruce's journey into figuring out who this person who seemed to be him was, and whether or not they meant harm.

Incidents like this continued for the next few months; Bruce wayne found to be eating at local ally shop- Bruce wayne seen with black haired goth girl- Bruce wayne stopping a mugging and showing exceptional fighting skills-

-Until it got to the point where it became deeply necessary to find the man.

Feel free to use or add on!

Ps. Do you guys think I should start writing Marvel promts too? Or maybe Crossover ones? Let me know! :D

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Demon Children Are Multiplying

This idea is still stuck in my head, and I might even end up writing something out of it, but for now, I just thought of something equally really, really stupid and really, really funny.

What if I combine that idea with Al Ghul Twins. I don't know how. Maybe Talia was cautious about Ra's not wanting to keep two kids for a position of Heir, or maybe she staged Danny's death, or maybe something else entirely happened. But anyway, Danny is Damian's twin.

Then, Dani is the same age as Danny in this AU. And Dan is de-aged to be the same age as both of them.

Now behold an absolute train wreck of a situation where Bruce attends a Gala hosted by Vladimir Masters. Together with Damian, of course, and maybe other batkids are there too. They all part their ways to make their rounds or whatnot. And they all keep seeing Damian wherever they go. Just everywhere.

Dick is talking to someone, and Damian walks past him, not paying him any attention. Which is not surprising, but a little rude, and, wait, wasn't he wearing a red tie? When did he change it to green one?

Tim is just going on the top floor to greet a lady he recognizes from some other event, and Damian all but storms in the opposite direction, only letting Tim catch a glimpse of his face. But when Tim turns around, he is really confused: the person running down the stairs is clearly a girl, albeit she is wearing a suit. Her long hair is up in a complicated braid. Why did he even mistake her for Damian?

But the ultimate confusion happens when Bruce is talking to Vladimir Masters, and a very familiar voice calls, "Father". Because both he and Vladimir turn to face the boy and ask, "Yes?" at the same time.

Damian is standing there, looking between Bruce and Vlad. He looks a little off somehow, but before Bruce can figure out why, the boy blinks and focuses on Vlad.

"We've been looking for you," he tells the man, and, wait, when was Damian looking for Masters? Furthermore, who is we?

But then another child comes closer. And-

That's Damian.

That's two Damians.

Wait, no, none of them are Damians.

"What is it?" Vladimir raises an eyebrow, not paying too much attention to Bruce's blanched expression.

A third child comes towards them, and this one also looks like Damian, only this one is a girl.

"Template's duplicate is here," she says, and Vlad frowns, turning to the Damian lookalike in the middle.

"Have you had another incident that I don't know of?"

Whatever answer the boy wanted to give is cut off by a n o t h e r child who looks like- no, this is real Damian, thank God, Bruce had started to wonder if the champagne was spiked with hallucinogens.

"Father-" he stops in his tracks as the three other children turn to him, and the four of them just stare at each other for a long moment. Then the one in the middle takes a sharp breath in and stage-whispers:

"Quick, do the meme!"

And all three not-Damians start pointing at each other.

Bruce is going to have an aneurysm. Judging by Vladimir's face, he is also not far from one.

Just my ramblings under the cut

I think you all know what meme I'm talking about, but I'm still gonna add it

This is so fucking hilarious to me, I'm sorry, I just can't

Danny is not missing this opportunity of a lifetime, even though Vlad specifically asked all three of them not to cause a scene. And yes, they all call Vlad "father" just for the spite of it or for shits and giggles. I'm going with Bad Fentons idea here, although I'm not sure to which degree they are bad, but anyway, Vlad is their legal guardian, and he is redeemed.

Yes, Dick took a picture. Yes, it's already in the group chat. Yes, other batkids are going wild.

Damian is greatly confused because, first, he thought there was a clone of him at the gala, but apparently, there were three of them, and second, why are they pointing at each other? Should he join them? He is under the assumption his brother is dead (he's not exactly wrong on that account), or he doesn't even know he existed.

This is as far as I got now, feel free to add anything!

[coco-loco-nut]

Daddy’s Girl

pairing: Daniel x Stroll Reader

summary: you start dating the one driver your brother hates more than anyone

a/n: thanks for the request!!

requests open masterlist

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“Lancie, you can’t just leave me here!” you pout at your older brother.

“Sorry, I have to go. Go be a pain in the ass somewhere else, you brat,” Lance replies as a sibling tends to do. You huff and walk towards where you assume Aston Martin is, but you end up lost a minute later.

“Are you lost?” an Australian man says behind you. You quickly turn about-face, looking at what might be the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

“A little, yeah,” you blush, quickly looking down so you aren’t just staring at him.

“I’m Daniel, where is a beautiful girl like you going?” He asks, hoping you’ll look at him again with your beautiful eyes.

“Aston Martin, my name is Y/n,” you introduce yourself, extending your hand for him to shake it, purely on reflex. Daniel takes your hand in his and doesn’t let go.

“You’re in luck, I’m going to my garage right beside it. Might as well give you the tour while we’re at it,” he says and that’s when it clicks. This is Daniel Ricciardo, the guy who your brother really doesn’t like. Shit. The two of you chat and laugh as he shows you around.

“Thanks for the tour,” you blush a little as you stand outside VCARB and Aston Martin, not really wanting to let his hand go. He doesn’t either, your hand fits perfectly in his. Daniel knows exactly who you are, he’s been crushing on you for a few months since he saw a photo Lance posted of you.

“Can I take you out for dinner or coffee sometime?” he asks, a little hopeful you’d agree since he was still holding your hand. You quickly agree, typing your number into his phone.

“Text me,” you smile, heading into the familiar green space.

“There you are, sweetheart, I was getting worried!” your dad says, walking to you.

“Sorry Daddy, I was exploring,” you aren’t technically lying as you hug your father.

“That’s okay, just let me know where you are next time, okay?” he asks. relieved you aren’t hurt. You are his baby girl after all.

“I promise. Lance just had to leave and I didn’t know where I was,” you admit.

“He should know better, I’ll talk to him later. Do you want tea? Coffee? Breakfast? Did you eat?” Lawrence starts to fuss over you. You can’t lie to yourself, you enjoy that your dad spoils you, to him you can do no wrong, even if he has a no boys until you are 25 policy.

Over the next few months you accompany your brother to his races, under the guise that you really enjoyed going the first time. You’ve been secretly seeing Daniel, your now boyfriend. It’s thrilling, rebelling against your dad.

“Danny,” you grin, jumping into his arms in the small alley between the two motorhomes.

“Hi baby,” he hugs you tight, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I missed you,” you breathe in his scent.

“It’s only been a few hours, baby. You should be wearing my team shirt, you’d look so hot,” he smirks and you jokingly hit his arm.

“Don’t say that in front of my father, he’ll have an aneurysm,” you laugh, Daniel watches happily as your face scrunches with the laugh.

“Noted,” he is just content to be holding you in his arms.

“Speaking of, I want you to properly meet my dad and Lance,” you say a little shyly. You know how fast gossip travels around the paddock now, and you don’t want to be exposed before you have a chance to tell your family.

“Anything for you, Y/n, as long as you are ready for it,” Daniel kisses your head.

“Thank you for agreeing, I just don’t it to get out before we tell our friends and families. They deserve better than that,” you admit, Daniel’s heart swells. You have a reputation for being a spoiled daddy’s girl from people who don’t know you, but he knows you and how kind you are.

“Just let me know when and where,” he promises, knowing that your family is everything to you. He can ignore his rocky relationship with Lance, he just hopes Lance can. You chat and make out for a few more minutes before parting.

“Daddy, is it okay if I invite a friend to dinner with us tonight?” you ask, giving your dad the look he can never say no to.

“Of course sweetheart, I’ll add an extra spot to our reservation,” Lawrence is curious about who you are inviting, but he doesn’t push it. You grin, texting Daniel the details. You pick Daniel up in your custom DB12, he takes a second to appreciate the car. It’s racing green exterior and tan interior with black detailing. Daniel isn’t sure why he didn’t expect you to drive it, but he also feels like it perfectly fits you.

“Have you pushed this baby to her limits?” Daniel asks with his cheeky smile.

“I may not be a race driver, but I do know how to properly appreciate all she can do,” you grin, neither confirming or denying.

“That’s my girl. Anything I should know?” He asks and you properly look at his outfit, navy dress pants paired with a white dress shirt that has the top couple buttons undone and navy suit jacket.

“Just that you look handsome, and to be yourself. I like you for who you are, that should be enough for them,” you tell him, so close to saying that you love him. Daniel’s hand rests on your leg as you drive, the hum of the engine filling any lulls in conversation. You enter the private dining room a couple steps ahead of Daniel so you can properly introduce him, your Dad and Lance stand up.

“Daddy, Lancie, I’d like you to properly meet my boyfriend, Daniel,” Daniel walks in behind you, immediately going to your father to shake his hand first, then Lance, then pulling out your seat for you. He takes a seat beside you, you hold his hand under the table, giving it a squeeze.

“Your boyfriend?” Lance asks, visibly hurt. He had told you that he didn’t like Daniel, and he wishes you had told you.

“I really like him, Lance. He treats me like a princess and makes me happy,” your eyes plead with your brother as he stands up.

“Sorry, I just need a second,” Lance tells your father and steps into the hallway.

“He makes you happy?” Lawrence asks you, trying to ease your distressed look. You just nod. “I’m not thrilled, but if he makes you happy, that’s what matters,” your dad says and you feel Daniel squeeze your hand, and you look at him. Daniel nods, as if he’s reading your mind.

“I’ll be right back, Daddy, I need to talk to Lance,” your voice is a little shaky as you join your brother in the hallway. You can hear your dad interrogating Daniel.

“Lancie?” You ask softly, your brother facing away from you.

“Y/n, please, I just need a minute,” you can hear the strain in his voice, but something keeps you from backing down.

“I’m really sorry, I wanted you to know in case it got leaked by someone, you and Dad are one of the first to know,” you say, hoping it helps.

“You should’ve told me before you ever even went on a date with him. You know I don’t like him,” Lance turns to you, clearly upset.

“Lance-”

“I’m going home, tell Dad please,” Lance huffs, mad at you and you feel a pit in your stomach.

“Lance, please,” you fight with every fiber of your being not to cry.

“I’m not mad at you, I promise. I just need to be alone and process it,” Lance hugs you, and while you are sure he’s lying about not being mad, it does help. Truthfully, he’s mad at Daniel. To Lance, he is using you to get back at you. You take a second before entering the dining room again.

“Lance is going home, he said he needed to be alone,” you sit at your seat, Daniel’s hands immediately finding yours.

“Daniel seems like a good guy, even if he is too old for you. I will allow it, but if you hurt her you will never find yourself in a race again,” Lawrence threatens, and you know he isn’t bluffing.

“Yes, sir. Your daughter is perfect in every way, I would never dream of hurting her,” Daniel replies, looking at you, eyes full of admiration, a look that you easily return. Lawrence silently notes to look into Daniel’s Red Bull contract.

“I’ll talk to Lance, you know he likes to over react,” Lawrence says, signaling for the waiter to take your order.

It takes a couple weeks for Lance to start talking to you again, and after a few months of watching you and Daniel together, he lets the negative feelings go. By a year later, they are like brothers, and you think that Lance and Lawrence like Daniel better than you. Especially since Lawrence gifted Daniel a similar version of your car.

“Y/n, what would’ve happened if your dad and Lance both never came around,” Daniel asks one afternoon as you lounge beside the pool, his arm wrapped around you.

“Probably would’ve dumped you. I couldn’t hide and lie from Daddy for too long, too much of a Daddy’s girl for that,” you smile with a small shrug. Daniel sits up a little, you look up at him.

“Yes you are,”

“DANIEL!”

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Jazz and jason but jazz is alittle to similar to harly quin and bruce gets worried for her safty

So jazz decided to open a phyciatritrist offace in gothem and one of her patients is jason todd, over the next few months they talk about how he dies briefly after an accident and because jazz knowes about danny is able to help him alot

After a few months jason invites jazz to dinner with the waynes and jazz happily agrees

When jazz met the waynes it went good, until it started getting into jazz's personal life, phyciatritrist with a slightly traumatic childhood in a crappy town and basicly raising her brother for their parents, intelligent but naive and physically strong

Which is what harly quin used to be like before she went crazy...

Because bruce is paranoid all the resemblance to harly quin are getting to him so eventually he asks her about her love life in a way that makes it obvious he's concerned for her, which jazz gives a shocking reaction

Bruce: i don't mean to be rude but... are you okay in a relationship?

Jazz: do you mean, have i been abused by a partner???

Jason: bruce!-

Jazz: am i realy that bad?

Jason:... what

Bruce:... what

Damian: please miss fenton enlighten us into what you mean

Jazz: well when i was a teenager i got curious about dating and went put with a few guys...and they...weren't the most...intelligent choice

Bruce:*close to a mental breakdown* what happened?

Jazz: well it got...bad, like bad to the point my little brother had to beat him up so he'd leave me alone

Jason: wait really? Ok that's just one guy, you were young its o- why are you looking at me like that?

Jazz:*looking guilty* it wasn't...one guy

Bruse:how many men?

Jazz:about 4. My little brother had to get involved in all of them unfortunately, and my perents weren't the best at detecting bad partners.

Bruce:...

Jason:...

Jazz: it got to the point when i was going to college danny made me promise that if i dated someone he had to approve...he probably saved me alot

Bruce:... your brother makes people get permission to date you?!

Jazz: No! Oh no! He just asks i run them by him, he'd never force me to break up with someone unless he believes they'll get extremely abusive with me

Bruce: *thinking about how to meet this brother and subtlety thank him for stopping the creation of another harly quin* ok and is this brother of your's good with relationships?

Jazz: oh yeah, definitely, his girlfriend sam and him have been together for almost 5 years now, highschool sweethearts.

Jason: well how about we meet them

Bruce: yes it sounds delightful to meet this little brother and his girlfriend

Jazz: ok! I'll ask them to come for a visit soon

When bruce meets sam he almost has an aneurysm at how much like poison ivy she is

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

The safety on his gun was turned back on with an inaudible click as Jason let the tension leak out of his body.

It wasn't often that someone broke into one of his safe houses, especially one that he hadn't used in a while, so seeing as some of his silent alarms went off he raced over ready to put a bullet in some wannabe robber or maybe a goon sent by another crime lord trying to start something.

Instead he found a prime bat adoption bait sitting in the living room floor, bare stomach pressed to the side of a ginormous egg. It didn't look like any egg hed ever seen either with midnight blue fuzz covering the whole thing. "Hey kid."

The kids head whipped around, startled by a strangers voice. "Who are you?" He asked incredulously, hugging the monster egg closer to himself, "How did you get in here? This place has some serious security."

Jason gave a short laugh, "Yeah, I know. I'm the one who put it there." He watched with mild amusement as the color drained from the kids face.

"You're the apartment owner? I thought he was supposed to be some big scary crime lord!"

"I'm not scary to you?" It wasn't uncommon for people to be intimidated by him. He was, as Steph put it, 'built like a fridge'.

The adoption bait stared into his eyes for a few torturously long seconds before simply saying, "No."

Huh.

"So, whats up with the egg?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

"Thats my line, Todd." A voice said from across the room. Both him and the little intruder snapped there attention to the window where Robin was perched. Jason fought back the urge to chastise the little bat for using his real name seeing as he was out of costume at the moment. After all he was here as Jason Todd, normalish civilian man who came to see why his house was broken into, not Red Hood. Jason almost wished with was some goon working for a big bad even if it would have meant his secret identity was busted, he would have been at least dealing with that instead of Damians inevitable animal custody battle with the kid. Speaking of which.

"Hey kid, whats your name?"

"Danny Fenton." The kid-Danny, tilted his head. "I think."

Robin raised an eyebrow, causing his mask to sift with it, "You think?"

Danny nodded, "Yeah. Got blasted with something a few weeks ago and I don't remember much before that." His grip on the egg had loosened a bit and Robin chose this as he time to strike. Bird boy tried to lift the egg up out of the intruders impromptu blanket nest, but seemed to have misjudged the weight of the egg that was as big as both children's torsos and Danny was swift to take back his egg.

"What do you think you're doing?! Thats mine!" Egg dad hissed.

"Tt. I will be better able to care for the creature. You should just hand it over now. Do you even know whats in there?"

"No! Neither do you!"

Jason knew Robin couldn't refute that so he chose now to step in, "Where did that thing even come from?

He watched as Dannys scowl turned into a beaming smile as he told them about how he was hiding behind a dumpster for warmth when this egg just fell out of the sky and with quick thinking, managed to catch it with a bed of ruined pillows from a recent villian attack. "So you can't take my dragon egg away. I'm the only reason it didn't become a failed street omelet." Danny held his hands on his hips while giving Robin a smug look.

Before the demon brat could say anything or, more likely, try to wipe that smirk off the other kids face, a new person swooped in through the window. "You think its a dragon egg?"

The kid seemed unbothered by the Batman questioning him and just replied with, "Yeah! Look how big it is! Its gotta be a dragon!"

Bruce looked like he was about to have an aneurysm, "You found a large egg of an unknown, potentially supernatural creature and decided to incubate it?"

"Yeah!"

Jason decided he liked this kid.

[radiance1]

there’s this one post that really inspired me but I don’t know where it was and shifting through liked posts will just give me an aneurysm so Imma just say my add on ideas stuff

Danny is a look alike of Thomas Wayne and Bruce watches as Danny phases through Jason’s grave and picks him up and helps him with all intellectual language of a doctor and so Bruce now thinking that this IS Thomas watches as he helps his son

that’s where I just can’t remember so Imma add on, Danny goes to the dc universe for a vacation from the ghost king via Clockwork and just goes around and settles down as a doctor where he helps a small alley who claim him as their protector or crime lord (who knows) and then he helps Jason with being buried alive and gets coffee with Grundy and such while Bruce and the batfam are watching him like a hawk, Jason is taken under Danny’s wing to teach him how to ghost

Not that up my alley, but I think I can work with this.

Danny, after settling down and helping out the alley he holed up with injures and sickness, has unknowingly been recognized as a small-time crime lord, well, one of them at least.

Maybe a few gangs hear about him, and try to get him to join theirs, probably by force of swallowing up his territory. Danny, the oblivious idiot he has, does not realize that him sending them running with scalpels and other medical equipment that wasn't supposed to be used as weaponry, cemented his position as a crime lord.

Maybe a few of the others around the alley that he's helped and after hearing about what happened and wanting to protect him, become recognized as other crime lord's of the alley that work under him or something.

idk.

So, then when Danny suddenly appears with Jason, who they recognize as Bruce Wayne's dead kid they just go what the hell and welcome him with open arms. Meanwhile, Bruce isn't having so great a time.

Because apparently, his father was alive all this time, and then the son he was mourning was also alive and trapped 6ft underground and he just, never knew. He left his son to suffocate under dirt for- who knows how many years.

Did he revive a day after he was put in the grave? A month? A year?

He doesn't know.

Bruce wants to step into this situation, say something, anything. But he doesn't know if he should involve himself in any sort of way.

Does he even have the right?

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 17 (Mutual Masturbation)

Dwight Fairfield x Creep!reader

The Entity had you on punishment. Apparently, teaching the Demogorgon to attack Freddy on command was a big no-no. So now you had to deal with non-stop trials for a while. This meant you were separated from Ghostface.

You, of course, made a huge fuss about being pent up. The Entity, in all her mercy, simply dropped a vintage porno magazine from the sky and basically said "Use this".

Bitch.

However, it didn't take many trials before you had Dwight in one of them.

Bingo

Dwight's face was flushed as his heart felt like it was about to explode. Your arm was securely wrapped around his shoulder as your hand held the magazine to his face. He could hear your heavy breathing behind the mask as your free hand worked on your cock.

Dwight was trying not to moan too loudly as he stroked his own cock, in fear that you would suddenly change your mind and just kill him on the spot.

You nudge him with the snout of your mask. "Heh, look at that one. isn't she a cutie?" You say gruffly as you point at he page before returning to your throbbing member.

Dwight nodded weakly, unable to tear his eyes away from the image displayed in front of him. The woman on the page looked incredibly vulnerable, her body arched in a pose of pure ecstasy.

You let out a low, threatening growl. Suddenly, he realized that he was supposed to answer. "Ye-Yes! She is," he stammered nervously as he stroked his own cock harder. He glanced momentarily to look at your cock.

You see him and smile beneath your mask. You pull him closer. Dwight stiffens and holds his breath. You grip the base of your cock and boop your tip with his. "Heh heh....smooch," You chuckle scratchily.

Dwight let out a small whimper of discomfort mixed with arousal before regaining his composure. "Wha—what was that for?" he stammered, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. He didn't want to give you the satisfaction of seeing him squirm too much.

You laugh. "I'm just messing ya, Dweety," You say as you let go of your member to reach out and pinch his cheek.

Dwight winced at the sudden pinch on his cheek, biting his lower lip to suppress a yelp of pain. The slimy trail left by your pre-cum sent shivers down his spine. You went back to jerking off as he nervously continued as well, occasionally glancing over to look at your cock.

With every flick of your wrist, Dwight's resolve weakened further. His eyes were transfixed on your engorged member. It was about his girth but longer. And he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside him.

The thought made his cock twitch in response, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through his body. His breath quickened as he imagined being taken by one of the Entity's killers.

You seemed to show him some sort of favor in the past, so Dwight pushes his luck and slowly reached out to touch your cock. However, before he could make contact, you caught him midway and smacked his hand away harshly.

Stunned, Dwight recoiled, his heart racing wildly in his chest. Had he gone too far? Was this the end of the line for him?

"Sorry Dweety. That's for Ghostface only," You playfully tease as you nudge him.

Swallowing hard, Dwight mustered up what little courage remained within him. "Please," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I won't tell anyone. Just this once..."

His eyes pleaded with you for mercy, hoping that perhaps you'd take pity on him and grant his request. After all, there was no harm in just one little touch, right?

You let out a huff as you shake your head. Danny was gonna get a kick out of this....or get an aneurysm. "Fine, just don't come crying to me when Ghostface starts tunneling you," You say as you drop the magazine to the floor and raise your hands in a playful surrender gesture.

Dwight's heart skipped a beat as you relented, allowing him to wrap his trembling fingers around your cock. He got onto his knees in front of you. The heat radiating from your skin burned his palms, and he could feel every vein throbbing underneath his touch.

You internally smiled at how serious yet nervous Dwight was as he stared down your cock. You flex your member a couple times and try to break the ice. "I think it likes you".

Dwight's face turned crimson at your words, but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore. He was too busy looking at your dick which seemed to twitch eagerly under his touch.

At first, Dwight hesitated, unsure of where to begin. But then, driven by instinct, he started rubbing his thumb along the length of your shaft, savoring the velvety texture beneath his fingertips.

Unable to contain yourself, you released a low groan that reverberated throughout the room. Reaching out, you ran your fingers through Dwight's short black hair, massaging his scalp while he continued working on your cock. Encouraged by your reaction, he picked up speed, working his hand faster and harder until he could feel precum oozing between his fingers.

You bucked your hips slightly, thrusting yourself deeper into his grasp as you gripped his head tightly. "That's it, good boy," you encouraged, your voice growing huskier with each passing second. "You're doing great."

Dwight picked up speed, sliding his hand faster and faster along your shaft until he found a steady rhythm. Each time he hit the tip, you let out a strangled groan, your legs trembling as if straining against invisible restraints. The sounds of wet slapping filled the room as your cock was covered in your own precum.

Feeling bold, he pressed his lips to the tip of your cock, taking it between his teeth and teasing the slit with his tongue. You groaned deeply, pulling him closer until his nose was buried in your pubic hair.

Choking on your cock, Dwight struggled to maintain his composure as you released a deep, guttural moan that echoed throughout the room. As he sucked harder, you began bucking your hips, thrusting yourself deeper into his mouth without warning. Dwight struggled to keep up, his eyes watering as he tried desperately to accommodate your massive size. He could feel precum trickling down his throat, mixing with saliva and drool as he fought to swallow every last drop.

With a final thrust, you drove yourself deep into Dwight's throat, forcing him to choke on your cock as you released your load straight into his waiting mouth. Panicked, Dwight tried to swallow quickly, struggling to contain the torrent of hot, sticky cum pouring down his throat.

Finally, you released your hold on Dwight's head, allowing him to pop free with a loud, wet sound. Gasping for air, he stared up at you through watery eyes, his face flushed and sweaty from exertion.

"Nice job, Dweety," you said, running a finger along his jawline tenderly. "You really know how to treat a guy right."

You hope Danny won't be too sour about this.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[satashiiwrites]

Snippet Sunday part 2

Two bits that may or may not end up not getting used but the first still makes me cackle so I’m throwing it up for snippet sunday.

I tagged everyone in part one. Banner by the ever-talented @radio-chatter

Title: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, uncertain chapter(s)

Fandom: 911, Hawaii 5-0, SWAT

Pairings: Buddie, McDanno, platonic Hondo/Deacon (not in these snippets)

Fic Summary:

When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him.

Warnings/tags: first draft. Navyseal!Buck, longfic that gets updated quarterly (or sometimes more frequently depending on the muse and my writing schedule). Angst. Buck and Steve are a hazard when together and Danno is long suffering.

It was then that Danny realized his mistake.  

He now had two super seals to contend with.  Evan was Steve’s not-so-mini me given he was actually a few inches taller but he had the exact same fearless disregard for his own safety and threw himself wholly into danger in order to save people. 

God save Oahu from them.

Steve’s smile had too much teeth in it when he called over his shoulder, “Danno we’ve got this!”

“I’ve got his six Danno!” Buck whooped as he ran after Steve leaving Danny to curse into his radio trying to coordinate support for their harebrained plan. 

Xxx

Steve had been a bit off all morning and when they were finally alone, Danny began poking at him. “How was your night?  Sleep well?” 

Steve hadn’t slept well.  He had those bags under his eyes that were rivaling Buck’s. 

Eyes flicking to the office door, Steve inclined his head silently. Taking the hint, Danny closed the door and leaned against it.  “Well?”

Steve slumped over his desk, the heel of his hands rubbing his eyes as he let out a loud breath. “Buck talked.”

“About?”

Steve looked up, eyebrows raised. “What do you think?” He asked sarcastically. 

Defensive yet it was obvious that Steve wanted to talk—he practically radiated it to Danny.  Interesting. “What did he say?”

Giving another rub to his face, Steve’s face crumpled. “It’s.. it’s been a tough year. I wish I’d known.”

“Known what exactly?”

“Everything.  Buck’s,” Steve bit his lip, eyes shining. “Him getting injured, how alone he felt… i just wish I’d known.  Maybe I could have done something.”

“You’re doing something now—but I assume you’re meaning something else?”

“Eddie—he’s in love with him. I’m not sure if he knows it or not. Or if Eddie loves him back.”

Danny took his own deep breath before replying—he didn’t really want to have this conversation with Steve. “I think it’s very easy to be in love with your best friend and not know it.”

Steve thought on his answer, looking through the open blinds out into the rest of the office. “Is it?”

“Believe me it is,” Danny tried and mostly kept the sarcasm out of his tone but it still came off a bit dry. 

Steve’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You’ve?”

“We’re not talking about me.  What did Buck say?”

Opening and shutting his mouth, aneurysm face making his forehead wrinkle and upper lip flatten, Steve stared at Danny before looking back down at his desk and the pen lying in the center like it held answers. “He’s… communicating with Eddie via text and they talked this morning. He wants… he wants to fix things between them.”

“Obviously. Did he tell you what happened?”

Steve’s throat bobbed as he dry swallowed, Danny tried not to let his eyes follow the line of throat down to the collarbones that peaked out between the vee of the t-shirt. “He told you about the tsunami?”

[spiritblossoming]

rereading hall of shame (and easter eggs)

"the" damwon guild (skull emoji)

scout "resets" on the rift. i'm 99% sure that was supposed to be "rests". haha funny reset joke though

"Even if the sensors somehow missed it, I would have." this kind of works in context but it sounds fucking goofy

"I hated the idea of being like Viper, screaming myself awake every night." but he doesnt,,,,,,,,, he doesnt sleep at,,,,,,,,,, [look. i hadn't figured out Viper's Deal back then.]

"even Viper has a tear trailing down his cheek" dude... viper rly was supposed to be this stoic ass motherfucker wasn't he... and now he just has Trauma lmfao crazy how the world works

"Scout does the math on his fingers. “I think that checks out.”" DUDE THATS LIKE 10 APHELIOSES (wait actually i think this was an intentional reference bc i did the calculation on how much of an aphelios that was)

keria picks up guma's call with his words slurred from sleep or something but then he later says he was still awake?? cant tell if this is a consistency thing

“It’s telling me that 2022 is our year,” no,,,,, no it is not,,,,,

noctum is not black. it's silvery blue. thank u aryasage for finding my clownery as usual. listen,,, it's a METAPHOR GUYS,,,,, YEAH,,, PLANNED

"I dropped out of high school, so give me a break." so did faker jojo you ain't special

"“Holy fuck,” Razork says the second he finishes. Danny’s heart skips a beat as he waits for him to finish. The jungler runs his hand through his hair again. “That’s exactly what I was thinking of.”" there's an alternate scene where he says "that's exactly not what i was thinking of" or something, the more u know

Humanoid's TF ult cooldown will become a bit of an aneurysm causer for me later down the line.

I was gonna do regional differences (with koreans saying "void wastes" and north americans saying "void wilds") but I forgot about that so

in giafbot, there's a line where the only thing on it is the letter i and a quotation mark. and a period. i hate it.

I."

"his body wreathed in shadows as he flies through the halls" fucking coward say he's flying through the walls

how fast did they get the fucking statues for the tsm memorial? that shit takes time! unless they had them sitting around Just in Case???

when texting guma, oner capitalizes faker's name but not keria's, and that is OUT OF CHARACTER ASF. NO WAY HE CAPITALIZES FAKER

grounded guma is allowed to have zeus as a chaperone. imagine asking someone younger than you to chaperone you just to get food

guma: hates damwon for losing msi and worlds 2-3

also guma: does the same thing [PAIN]

"That was supposed to be me, Gumayusi finally manages to think above the noise." faker has to think this about keria getting skewered too!

"“What were you thinking?” He squawks," u fool. u absolute buffoon. u do not capitalize that h.

btw sboualh's on-crack summary style is incredible i love it (pats own back)

"despite being fired by someone who has a grand total of half an arm" this is projection

"(btw remember when i said it wasn't T1's year?? guma and keria heard me talking shit)" [PAIN]

the fact I did actual MATH to come up with guma's score... couldn't tell you what it was though

...so did I not have a consistent way of indicating people were talking through their communicators? k great I hate it

I fucking forgot that TSM and DIG headquarters are next to each other didn't I

spica and bjergsen were really about to break the summoner's code just to kill neo for disrespecting their bro

why are there weird spaces between italics and stuff I hate that

referring to spica as ming confused the shit out of me because yes that's his name but also like. rng ming exists. my brain nearly exploded on that reread.

the tone shift in chapter 2 of eticmealloyr kills me,,, we're doing this quiet night reflection and then BOOM IMPACT SHATTERING TACTICALS LEG

"But Biofrost spent way too long expecting to be a doctor to not at least learn a bit of healing magic." IS THIS A FUCKING ASIAN UPBRINGING JOKE I CANTTT

spica's interaction with bb is the same as meiko's with viper and im gonna die mad about that

I DID A DOUBLE SPACE NAH

I almost asked why the TSM squad had to walk out to the teleportation circle instead of driving before I remembered spica's tweets as he learned to drive...

spica's beliefs about death are very asian but idk if that makes sense in-universe

I say a whole army of Summoners attends perkz's wedding but i made the guest list and boy was that an exaggeration

...danny should not be fighting rn

DOUBLE PERIOD WHEN CAT MEIKO IS HOLDING ON,,, I HATE THIS TOWN

why the fuck did I hyphenate mid-laner only once

does faker laugh at berserker being humble because he's used to having the cockiest ad carry in the world...

I like how I capitalize JackeyLove's name right but not Showmaker's. It's not happening. I do what I want. For example I capitalize BeryL properly because the man is a massive L

doublelift rly had to be SOOOO VAGUE

....showmaker's R cooldown is even shorter than humanoid's holy shit (then again he's a world champion so it's fine guys haha it's fiiiine)

"What's with this guy and answering questions with more questions." That should be a question mark... unless it's a bad haha funnie about purposefully NOT making it a question???

I'm pretty sure both meiko and spica have questioned viper's pronoun game with the same phrase. haha parallels guys! haha yeah!

when healing deft, keria tells him to stfu like twice in one minute

deokdam inviting viper to the festival sounds... sus.

I had to do it to make it seem serious, but it doesn't change the fact that ale types in complete sentences for the emergency alert

[tarheelsk]

Tim, after multiple weeks: "alright man. I give up. I've been losing sleep over this for weeks. I cave. Where are you from. It's pissing me off."

Danny: "Oh. Illinois."

Tim: "...What?!"

Danny, visibly watching Tim blow a gasket: "Yeah, dude. Like, I don't know why you were guessing Bialya and stuff. I don't have the accent."

Tim, frustrated: "Because you said you were here illegally! I'm out of countries to guess, so I'm giving up before I start just listing star systems and looking for recognition that you're a space alien instead of an earthbound alien!"

Danny: "Yeah, that wouldn't have worked anyway. Astronomy nerd."

Tim: "Dammit. So why did you say you're here illegally, then?"

Danny: "Oh, yeah. The US government thinks I'm not sentient because I'm a hybrid. I'm only telling you because everyone knows that your dad fucks Batman, and I trust Batman to be able to work something up if he knows about the Anti-Ecto Acts. Also because I think you were about 3 days from an aneurysm."

Tim, flabbergasted: "...yeah, man, sure. I'll see if I can have Bruce relay something to him."

Danny: "Thanks, dude."

So the Ghost Zone counts as its own domain right? Then I propose foreign exchange student Danny Fenton.

He's very quiet and very smart but more importantly, he's pretty dodgy about his country or origin. He's never given a straight answer about where he comes from. Only saying things like "oh we're big on combat sports" or "technically we're a monarchy but there hasn't been a king since the last one was locked away for being a tyrant". It's to the point where students have made a running bet to see who can figure out Danny's country of origin first. And Tim plans to win that bet.

[annathesillyfriend]

August slipped away like a bottle of wine which mean it's time for another rec list! Marvel? Who's she? Tom Holland? We don't know him. As you will see, Top Gun men have taken over my life this past month along with Steve Harringtion (still haven't seen Stranger things but let's not talk about it). I hope you're gonna enjoy all these wonderful stories just as much as I did 💕 Have a beautiful September 😌😌

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌞 BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌞

the actress and the aviator blurbs by @greenorangevioletgrass

↳ collection of wonderful stories all about my favourite duo written by my favourite person ✨ i love every single one of them with my whole stupid heart :')

ocean in a seashell by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, 18+, what a stunning story it is, i am at a loss of words, please read it!

this fic by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one shot, 18+, mr bradshaw makes pregnant!wife feel good while making me lose all my marbles 🥵 i also highly recommend the whole rooster masterlist!

🌞JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌞

silk by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i've read so many jake fics this month (like SO many) but this one has decided to implant itself in my mind and never leave, i think about it at all times

and the truth of the matter is (i'll never let you go) by @fidogo

↳ one shot, 18+, definetly in my top jake fics, loved this with my whole being

king of my heart by @kyber-crystal

↳ one shot, jake really is the kind of my heart (body and soul)

butterflies by @almightyellie

↳ one shot, this makes me go AGHHH 😫😫😫 but like in the best way possible

do not disturb by @callsign-valley

↳ one shot, 18+, every single cell of my body is in love this with one

it's not me, it's you by @phoenixsbby

↳ one shot, I LOVED THIS!!!!!!

the last word by @sunlightmurdock

↳ one shot, 18+, don't we just love mouthy boys 👀

tommorow never comes by @purplevortexx

↳ one shot, i enjoyed this one so much!

i drive your truck by @wombtotombx

↳ one shot, this shit hurted 😫 but it's also so good!!

dime store cowboy by @//seasonsbloom

↳ two shot, 18+, a big yeehaw moment 🤠🤠

this fic by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, i just love that man so much

🌞ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌞

of gym buddies and overlapping schedules by @priceof-freedom

↳ one shot, i loved this so much!!!

about time by @lovecraft

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary of this fic is 'bob gives you a compliment, you nearly give him an aneurysm' and if that doesn't make you wanna read it, then something's wrong with you 😬 SO GOOD

my love, forever by @robertcallsignbobfloyd

↳ series, i am loving this series so much 💕

sunscreen by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, dad!bob owns me

hair by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, see above 👆👆

this fic by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i might be a little bit obssesed with bob and Kristi's work 👀

🌞MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA🌞

take me by the heart, take me by the hand by @ae-gar-targaryen

↳ one shot, danny ramirez and all of his characters are meant to be somebody's boyfriend i swear

🌞BUCKY BARNES🌞

twisty by @musingsinmoonlightlibrary

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary alone has me losing it but the fic itself is even better 💕

for the first time by @jobean12-blog

↳ one shot, 18+, Jo, you bloody legend, this is so BLOODY GOOD

i need him like water by @pellucid-constellations

↳ one shot, get your tissues ready :')

drunk in love by @bethdutten

↳ one shot, 18+, reader can't keep her hands to herself and i can't really blame her

delicate by @mediocre-daydreams

↳ one shot, i loved this as much as i love the song it was inspired by 😌

🌞SAM WILSON🌞

i've got time, i've got love by @rodrikstark

↳ one shot, mannn i love this

🌞STEVE ROGERS🌞

...and i'm wearing tights by @ronearoundblindly

↳ one shot, 18+, no thoughts brain empty 🤤

🌞MATT MURDOCK🌞

neogenesis by @murdock-and-the-sea

↳ one shot, Vidra's back at it again making my heart melt :')

🌞PETER PARKER🌞

the favourite by @softspideys

↳ one shot, stark!reader, i don't know what is says about me but i live for stories likes this one 😅

🌞JOAQUIN TORRES🌞

middle by @fluffyprettykitty

↳ one shot, boyfriend!joaquin is just a dream

🌞TOM HOLLAND🌞

bound to you by @vendettaparker

↳ series, royal!au, the best word for this story is a masterpiece, stunning work!!

no shoes, no shirt, no problem by @heyhihellowhatsup0

↳ series, 18+, another banger of a story from Nicole, tom + a lovely island sound like a dream 🥰

this fic by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, the softest thing ever 🥺🥺

i see you by @luciwritesstuff

↳ series, social media au, this was so fun, i loved it 😁😁

🌞STEVE HARRINGTON🌞

i love you by @collecting-stories

↳ one shot, FHJSKGHJSRGKJHDHGLDFKJLIFJG

fools by @spencerrxids

↳ series, i just love stories that make my heart hurt

hidden keepsakes and i don't hate you, i just don't like you by @hellhue

↳ two shot, 18+, yes, that's all i have to say

dirty dancing by @nexusnyx

↳ one shot, biker!reader, this made me yell 😁

this fic by @sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, dad!steve, i can't even 😫😫

wash day by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, 18+, okay when is my turn to wash his hair???

chain reaction by @custardcrazy

↳ one shot, so lovely 🥰

power trip by @silkscream

↳ one shot, 18+, yes yes yes

and i get this feeling in my chest by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ one shot, jealous steve and some soft times 😌

🌞EDDE MUNSON🌞

june baby by @luveline

↳ two shot, single mum!reader, i haven't read part 2 yet but i am looking forward to do so, incredible story!!

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Graphite Heart

For: @datawyrms

Danny doesn’t want to take a stupid test that is utterly useless for him and thus decides to get out of it in an... interesting way.

Did Danny study? No. Does Danny need to pass this test? Also no. Does Danny need to pass this class? Also also no. Does Danny care? Fuck NO.

Hence why he’s staring at his scantron with a truly bored and pained expression. He doesn’t want to be here. He doesn’t want to deal with this bull crap. And most importantly, fuck this test. Fuck this entire class. And fuck the teacher too, for good measure.

Mr. Trent’s a dick anyways.

Besides, who the fuck thinks fucking trig should be its own mandatory class? What idiot was on drugs at the meeting that decided this shit? He wants to ball up the stupid test and grind the crumpled paper wad through his fucking eyeballs and out the back of his head like an oversized gunshot wound. At least the paper being all red and bloody will make it more fucking interesting to look at. And maybe if he crumples and uncrumples the paper enough it’ll get all soft ‘n shit.

Soft and bloody.

Like someones exposed steaming innards.

Probably his innards, if luck would have it.

Anyway, he’s not even going to pretend to be even in the same ballpark or planetary system as having the right answer to any of this horse crap. No scratch that, this is donkey crap; because horses are actually kinda cool. Trig is not cool. It doesn’t make sense. Danny taking this doesn’t make sense. Fuck, him even being in this class is stupid as shit. Fuck. This. Majorly.

Ancients he wants to die.

Death over trig. Someone should put that on a shirt. Danny’d buy it. With what funds you’d ask? With Vlad’s. Because fuck that guy. Well that, and the dude wouldn’t notice the missing forty. Ancients that guy might not miss forty thousand. Danny thinks Mr. Trent would, since people with money are at least smart enough to save their money, and Mr. Trent thinks trig is something sixteen-year-olds should actually give even half a rat's ass about; making him a stupid little bitch who definitely doesn’t save his money effectively. Mr. Trent is also one of those assclowns that won’t let Danny leave for his ‘bathroom breaks that everyone knows isn’t actually a bathroom break’, meaning Danny has to actually sneak around the douchebag; not sure why he bothers with that shit though. And fine, maybe that just means the guy’s a proper responsible teacher -since letting your student effectively skip class is totally irresponsible teacherly behaviour. Danny’s not dumb okay- but it seriously clashes with Danny’s whole hero thing he’s got going on. And fucking with Danny’s hero gig makes anyone and every one an assclown.

So there. Mr. Trent is a certified assclown. Now and forevermore. By the grace of God himself.

So all that means Danny’s pretty cool with just extra nopping out of this situation. This bullshit test, for this bullshit class, overseen by a bullshit teacher, in a bullshit subject. This also means that Danny is one hundred percent cool with giving his teacher a simultaneous aneurysm, stroke, and heart attack.

How?

Well, Danny wants to die. He’s mentioned this. So... how about he does die. Just, like, right here. Right now. Not in the foreseeable future but immediately. This sounds like a sound plan in his mind. Would probably send any non-halfa to the therapist for suicide prevention though. But all things considered -and by ‘all things’ Danny means the fact that he is ALREADY DEAD and literally has to OFF HIMSELF every time he wants to go ghost ‘cause being a halfa works FUCKING STUPIDLY- no therapist should be worried about his blatant current death wish. Though yeah fine, Danny’s got more issues and traumas than even the holiest of gifted therapists could shake a stick at.

So yeah. Danny’s going to die today. At eleven-thirty in the morning. Surrounded by other people who probably vaguely want to die and are bored/frustrated out of their minds; and one overly serious teacher with a gigantic stick up his ass. Wow, if dying wasn’t super fucking commonplace then this scenery would be super disappointing as a backdrop for teenage death.

Is there any way to improve the crappy surroundings? Without summoning a ghost, probably not. Kinda hard to make a fucking trig test ‘exciting’. If he could pull out his phone without absolutely getting spotted, then he could text Tuck to hack the speakers and play some badass action movie noises. But well, Mr. Trent-McDickface said he’d get a suspension if he got caught with his cellphone out during a test again. Mr. Trent was a test-happy son of a bitch; which is part of why Danny is so totally done with this bullshit.

Tapping his pencil on the papers repeatedly and sighing, fuck improving the atmosphere and aesthetic. Moving on, because fuck, how is he going to off himself? Actually doing the whole ‘shoving a paper wad through his eye’ idea would take some serious effort -effort Danny doesn’t fucking have- and probably wouldn’t even get the job done. And what else does he have at his disposal? A desk. More paper. Himself, obviously. Normally he’d have a water bottle but again, Mr. Trent is a dick and banned those. He’d also normally have an eraser but his dumbass forgot one. Uh, what else... Well arguably he could take off his shoe, tear off the steel toe, and cave in his head with it; but Mr. Trent would notice, assume he’s cheating, and suspend him. So hard pass there. Same problem with using literally anything in his pockets. Tapping his pencil some more, wait a second...

Danny pauses with the pencil, stares down at it, and grins. He has a pencil.

He has a fucking pencil.

It’s longish. It’s pointy. It’s sharp.

It is definitely a suitable instrument of death.

Now about the how. It’s too fucking skinny to do shit via impalement in most places. Heck, people stab themselves in the throat with pen casings all the time as a form of emergency medical treatment. Though fine, hollowing out his pencil by removing the graphite and spending the rest of his test breathing through a fucking pencil and dribbling blood down his neck, would be very interesting and would definitely spice up this experience for everyone else. Wouldn’t achieve death though. And he can’t properly fuck off outta here without dying first; turning his ghostly ass invisible and phasing through the floor second. Ain’t nobody about to make Danny motherfucking Phantom sit his floating ghostly ass down and take a goddamn trig test; that Phantom fucker’s busy beating all the ghostly asses. Assumptions will be made.

Whacking himself through the head poses the same issue as the paper wad idea. Plus, if he could live for a solid half-hour with an entire axe embedded in his head, then an embedded pencil ain’t doing shit. Other than giving him brain-focused graphite poisoning, if that’s even a thing.

Heart though... now that’s an idea. Ram just about anything through a heart and you get one nice and fast corpse spouting blood like a goddamn fountain. And hey, if he does hollow out the pencil then it can gush out the pencil like it’s a fucking straw. That qualifies as aesthetics, right?

Alright, cool. Time to bite off the metal end of his pencil and stab the desk hard enough to slide the graphite out.

Flipping the pencil around -he can feel Mr. Trent’s glare boring into his head. Fuck that guy and his shitty-ass glare- doesn’t this kinda count as an emergency stake? He’s about to go out like a vampire from a shitty low-budget vampire parody flick. He’ll have to give Vlad a little PowerPoint presentation on the merits of death by hollowed-out pencil, with Danny’s own personal experience thrown in, of course, so he can get the guy to effectively stake his own vampiric ass.

Vlad so won’t go for it though. Oh well. Danny’s still gonna make that presentation though, just to make Vlad question his sanity some more. That was always a fun time.

Danny sticks up his hand, not even bothering to keep the shit-eating grin off his face. Mr. Trent sighs, “yes, Daniel? And no, you can not go to the bathroom”.

Well fuck you too buddy.

Danny grins as he speaks, dropping his hand, “question, if I were to stab myself through the chest with my pencil using the desktop to get enough force, what do you think the acute angle between the hypotenuse that would be my chest and the opposite that would be the pencil, would be?”.

Jesse whispers, “Jesus Christ, Fenton”.

Mr. Trent pinches the bridge of his nose, “what does this have to do with the test?”. At least Danny’s making his most disliked teacher suffer a little; even if he hasn’t known him all that long.

Danny grins a bit wider, “well it would make for an interesting easy bonus question. In fact, let’s get the answer right now to make sure everyone gets it right”, glancing around the class, “now everyone pay attention”. No one does, but he expected that; normally it was only a joke in class. They will in a fucking second though. Ha ha. Danny thinks he’s funny.

Mr. Trent glares at him but switches to wide-eyed panic and jolts to run over to Danny’s desk when Danny actually does put the pencil upright on his desk, tip angled at his chest, and slams his chest down on it; blood immediately spilling over the side of the desk.

Danny floats invisibly out of his body just as Mr. Trent gets over and pokes him. His body, corpse, whatever the fuck, flopping over onto the ground. And yup! Blood is spewing like water out of the exposed end of the pencil, soaking his shirt and slowly the floor. The thump of his body hitting the ground gets everyone to snap their necks around to look at him and promptly scream.

Danny puts his invisible hands to his invisible chest and curls up in the air, cackling his ass off. Which no one noticed since their screams had been louder.

“Holy fucking crap! Holy fucking crap!”.

“Jesus fuck Fenton”.

“Why does he always do this shit?!?”.

“Oh god”.

“Daniel?! Mr. Fenton this isn’t funny!”. Mr. Trent puts his fingers to Danny’s body's neck while pulling out his cellphone, “everyone out! I’m calling the hospital”. Danny’s got no clue why the guy’s bothering yelling at this point since everyone got their screams out already. Danny, meanwhile, is snickering with a hand over his lips. This is too good.

Emile sighs, “don’t bother”, pointing randomly at the air, “Danny, show your goddamn self already, you asshole”, scowling, “some of us actually care about class, you know”.

Danny rolls his invisible eyes, “but why”, popping back into visibility while laying against the ceiling and still snickering, “It’s useless. And unnecessary”.

Mr. Trent snaps his head up to the ceiling and gapes.

Something Danny forgot to mention? Mr. Trent was a new transfer teacher and was thus out of the loop on all of Amity’s bullshit. Which might, might, have been the real reason Danny did this. Besides his hatred for trig anyway. Meaning the guy knew jack fucking all about his Phantom ass; unlike the rest of the entire fucking town.

Eh, it was kinda hard to hide the halfa thing when you had to randomly ditch and leave behind your corpse in random and often easily findable places. After about the tenth time someone reported stumbling on Daniel Fenton’s corpse people kinda put two and two together into four. Look, mom! He can do maths! Now please get him out of this class.

Danny waves at the teacher from the ceiling, grinning and snickering, “hiya”. His body picks that exact moment to be a little over-eager about spewing out blood and splatters it right across Mr. Trent’s cheek.

The teacher passes out.

Danny snickers, floats down to grab his body's shoulders, “I’ll be taking this”, looking around the class, grinning, “to whoever is gonna take teach to the nurse, remember to have fun”. Then two-finger saluting with an extra arm and hand before phasing himself and his body through the floor. Hearing one final, “fuck you, Fenton. Fuck. You”.

---

Danny, back in his body after a nice relaxing fly, waves cheekily at Mr. Trent when he passes him in the hall, “you never did say you’d suspend me for dying. I’ll be taking that automatic hundred now”, and grins wide while putting his face next to Mr. Trent. Telling your students you’d give auto-hundreds if you had to stop the test, was asking for trouble. Specifically Danny-related trouble. Even if all Danny wanted and cared about was getting the fuck outta the stupid goddamn test; and each test was only worth five percent of their grades, so one perfect score amongst a sea of near zeros meant jack fucking all.

But Mr. Trent shivers slightly, and eyeballs Danny’s chest (is Danny still wearing the bloodied shirt with a hole in it? Fuck yes. Even if the school had requested he doesn’t do that since it’s a health and safety hazard. Eh, Danny will change after this. His folks should totally invent sanitary blood absorbing and self-repairing clothes), and nods slowly. Danny is officially having a very good day.

End.

Prompt: They always knew he was a ghost. Always.

[theplanetprince]

My favorite things about Danny of Danny Phantom, is that truly he would be the most boring person you would have the pleasure to meet in high school. Boring or insufferable, like hes probably a student that skates by just on extra credit so you hope for the best with him but also he probably bogs down the class time by showing up late with some outlandish excuse of where he was. Like he'll say a funny little quip under his breath about something stupid you said and when you call him out on it, he'll immediately bite his tongue.

Like I see you guys who try to give him hobbies or interesting traits like piercings-- your effort does not go unnoticed for trying to make white bread more palatable.

However, Danny in his human form, has little physical coordination to handle a fucking tech deck, let alone a motorcycle. He thinks just wearing a black shirt makes him a spicy little punk, so he'd probably have an aneurysm at the idea of a nose stud. Like I want you guys to take into account the annoying freshmen you knew in high school. Got an image in your head? Good, that's Danny Fenton.

[kittlesandbugs]

Happy birthday! How about a "listening to the other’s heartbeat" for the prompts

TY FOR BIRTHDAY PROMPT

Different Origin, Same Heartbeats (AO3 Link)

Rating: G, no warnings lol

Pairing: Chargentstep (Ricardo Ortega/Lady Argent/Female Sidestep)

Summary: After making an off-color joke about your lack of humanity, Argent decides to prove otherwise to you. Ortega helps and hinders.

Argent silences her TV with a wave of her hand and crawls over Ortega to you. She shoves you (gently) back against the arm of the sectional and presses an ear to your left breast.

"… what are you doing?" you ask once the confused shock passes. Still confused though.

"Listening to your heartbeat," she says, like it's obvious.

"... why?"

With a seemingly satisfied nod, she pushes herself back up and crawls over to Ortega's side and presses her ear to his left breast.

"So I can compare it to Ricardo's, because you keep suggesting you're not human." She rolls her eyes. "Like an idiot."

"Aw Angie, that's so sweet." Ortega drapes an arm around her back in a loose embrace, kisses her forehead.

"Shut up, I'm listening."

He passes you an amused glance over her shoulder but does as he's told.

After a few moments, she slides out from under his arm and sits back on her heels between the two of you. "I think you guys sound almost the same." Critical silver eyes turn your way, daring you to argue. "So, you're human."

"Does Ric really count though? He's like half robot," you say with a shrug.

"Hey, no I'm not—"

"Who else should I be comparing it to then?" she demands, glowering.

"Well, not yourself obviously, because you're half monster."

"And you're a lab grown slab of meat." The words are tempered by her tone and the grin teasing at the edge of her lips.

"Hey, don't be rude." Ortega gets up and cuts in between you and Argent like a referee. You have to put your feet on the floor to make space as Argent scooches back.

Argent shrugs the blame away. "She said it, not me."

"Yep, I did. Five minutes ago, even." Probably what started this whole charade.

His long-suffering sigh reminds you too much of his mother and a giggle sneaks out.

"Besides, I can't even listen to my own heartbeat." Argent gives you a pointed look as she brings the conversation back on track.

"Then I'll listen and compare you two." Ortega says and leans towards Argent.

"You just want an excuse to put your head on my chest." Argent crosses her arms over her chest to block him, her serious and stubborn gaze completely undermined by her smirking lips.

"Hey, c'mon. You did it to me!" he widens his eyes in mock innocence. He rolls them when she doesn't budge. "Are we comparing heartbeats or not?"

"Oh, alright." Argent lowers her arms so he can lean in.

He does, listens for a few moments, then turns his face in and presses a kiss to her heart. You don't have time to dodge before he traps you in the corner, gives the same tender treatment, making your face burn.

Fuck, why can't Argent blush too?

"Yeah, you ladies sound pretty similar too." He settles back on the couch, still between you. "Must all be human."

"I feel like we need an outside perspective," you say, not quite ready to admit defeat on this.

"What if we listened to Chen's heartbeat?" Ortega suggests, playing along.

You shake your head. "I don't think he'd let us. Besides, he's like three-quarters robot."

"Still being rude." He taps you on the nose, grins impishly. "Spoon?"

Argent gets to him before you do, whacks him gently upside the head. "Don't be stupid."

"Fiiiiiiine," he drawls. "I guess that just leaves Danny?"

You shake your head. "We'd give him an aneurysm, he's still crushing hard on us. Gotten a lot better at hiding it, though."

Argent perks up, gives you a curious look. "He is?"

"Yep. Brain practically lights up like the sun near us."

"Interesting." You foresee teasing in his future and almost feel bad for the kid. "What if Ricardo listens?" Argent suggests.

Ortega shakes his head. "Nope, that won't work either."

"Why?" you ask, prodding him in the chest. "You suggested him."

"Because he has a crush on me too."

"He does?" You've never picked up anything like that from him.

"Of course." Ortega's grin widens to shit-eating and you mentally swear at yourself for stepping into that one. "Everyone does."

"You're so full of yourself, oh my god." Argent grabs one of the throw pillows and chucks it at his face.

He laughs and lets it hit him, lets it fall to the floor. His strong arms coil around your torso and he pulls you into his lap. "You know, you haven't listened to ours yet, Ry."

"Augh, fine," you grouse and lean your ear in against him. He's warm and his heart beats strong, slow, steady. Not at all like when he almost killed himself using his lightning against Sharkinator in the water like a goddamn idiot. When you had to resuscitate him.

You like it much better this way.

As you draw back, he catches your chin and tilts it up for a kiss, because of course he does. You let him, though. Return it and then some. This whole game has left you feeling entirely too soft, punchdrunk on warmth.

He finally lets you slink out of his arms and into Argent's. She kisses you on the way in, nips you a little with sharp teeth. Probably for arguing with her about your supposed humanity. She doesn't like it when you refer to yourself as a thing. You give her another little apology peck when she lets go of your lip.

Sometimes it's hard to fight twenty-plus years of conditioning. To just let yourself be happy. Be more than what they made.

You lay your ear on her breast. She's cooler, softer, just as you expect. But her heart is just as steady, just as strong as Ortega's. Did it falter when she was torn apart and rebuilt?

You hope not.

Rather than getting up entirely, you turn over onto your back when you're through and lay your head in her lap. Stretch out your legs into his lap.

Her fingers comb the shaggy hair back from your face. His fingers dig into your left calf, into the tight muscles there. You bite back a groan. Your old scar from Psychopathor has been bothering you lately. He must have seen you limping when you arrived at Argent's apartment.

"So what's the verdict then, Riley?" Argent asks as she lightly massages your scalp.

"You two sound the same." You give her a crooked grin. "I guess we're all abominations.

"Humans. Humans who love each other," Ortega corrects and interjects, digs his thumb in deeper. You swear and fumble for another pillow to throw at him.

Argent has your back, supplies one for you. "I don't know if I'd go that far," she says with a smirk.

He bats the pillow away with a laugh before it hits him in the face. "You two are the worst. Can't we just go back to snuggling and watching the movie?"

She gives him a sly sideways glance. "Maybe after you order some food. I'm getting hungry."

"Same." You nudge his leg with your other foot. "Thai?" You remember Argent mentioning there was a good one down the street.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll be back in a few." He slides out from under your legs and heads into the kitchen, where he left his phone.

You glance up at Argent and ask quietly, "Can I listen again?"

"Of course," she answers just as softly. Wraps an arm around your shoulders after you sit up and lay your head on her breast once more. The beat of her heart, the gentle rise and fall of her chest lull you into quiet relaxation. Her fingers knot with the hand you've lain across her lap.

People are supposed like heartbeats because it reminds them of the womb. You can’t relate to that at all but at the same time… maybe the instinct is still there...

You nod off before Ortega gets back with the food.

[sil-and-seals-blog-something]

Their single, shared brain cell manages to solve the most complex of problems but it also manages to convince them that licking a cold metal pole is a good idea.

The Batkids having chaos outings in the form of the Eternal Trio (whether individually or as a group). It’s like the ATLA joke of life-changing trips happening with Zuko. Batman would have an aneurysm if Tim’s Young Justice (from what I know, Tim’s YJ run was… it had a lot happen) teamed up with the Eternal Trio for something because of just how much of a disaster is waiting to happen. Spoiler joining them would just be icing on the cake if we really wanted to stress the ol’ Bat out.

Also, I love how supportive and proud Pamela and Harley are of Sam. Some Gothamites would totally (mentally) trip over themselves when they remember that Sam wasn’t raised by the two since childhood. (Lady Gotham and the Gothamites love their new dumbasses and will not give them up now, if the GIW come crawling back and tries to go after them {whether or not the Anti-Ecto Acts still exist doesn’t matter but can change the narrative/tone of it}, Gotham will not be merciful.)

Danny as Catlad! He just thinks it fun to hang out with Selina. He also is waiting for someone to point out that she’s starting to do what Pam and Harls did with Sam (ignoring that he need Tucker and Sam to point that out to him).

Batman just stressed out of his mind because it’s a flurry of pure chaos that he didn’t think possible. (He grumbles to Jarro about it)

Short DPXDC Prompts #814

Sam starts gaining plant powers from her possession with Undergrowth a couple years ago. She has a solid job in the Wayne Enterprises Department of Agricultural Advancements. She refuses to throw that away now. She needs help. After shooting a request to Tucker to track down the living quarters of a potential teacher she heads to bed. The next day she drives over to the residents of Dr. Pamela Ivy and Dr. Harleen Quinzel.

[sunny-flower-girl-01]

Ohana- A Hawaii Five-0 Fanfic Chapter Five

This chapter is not what I wanted, but I'm not too sorry about how it planned out. I'm sorry it's so short but I wanted to try and get back on a schedule after last week. I had no kids at work so I was on office duty all week and had absolutely no time to write. I got this out in two days so go easy on me lol. Please enjoy this chapter though! It's nothing but Steve and Thea :)

Thea’s POV: 

I could stop the tears falling the entire time I waited for Steve. I moved from the bar to the couch and stared at the papers in front of me. My father wants custody of Nora. After all these years, he’s deciding now to be a father. He has some nerves. I glanced over at the pictures on the wall of me and Nora throughout the years. The memories I had made with her, the childhood she had because of me. I did everything in my power to give her a childhood, something I didn’t have myself. I made sure she was able to be a kid and didn’t have to take care of anyone like I did. I never cared that she wasn’t biologically my daughter. She was MY baby. I raised her. Not him or anyone else, it was me. This can’t be happening right now. 

A loud knock came from my front door. “Thea!” 

I slowly got off the couch and rushed to the door. As soon as the door was open, I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I had never hugged him before, but God, I’m going to start hugging him now. He arms wrapped around me instantly and moved me farther into the house. I heard the door close behind him. It felt so calming being held by him. 

His hands rubbed my back soothingly as his head rested on mine. “What happened?” He asked quietly. 

I buried my face in his chest. “He’s going to take her from me.” I sobbed. Steve pulled back and looked down at me. He kept his arms wrapped around me. 

“Who’s taking who from you?” He followed me to the living room. I picked up the papers and handed them to him. He studied them for a moment before looking at me. “Whose Peter Kenwood?” He asked. 

I lowered myself onto the couch. Steve reached out and helped me down before sitting next to me. “He’s mine and Nora’s... Father. If you even want to call him that.” I wiped my eyes. “He hasn’t even seen Nora, never even protested when I got custody the first time but now, he wants to have full custody of her!” The sadness has passed now, and I was angry. How could my ‘father’ do this to me? How the hell does he think he is? Well, I know who he is. 

Steve continued to read through the papers. “This is just a petition to change custody. No decision is being made just yet.” He said. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. I was starting to notice that little squeezed like that was something he did often. Like he did it as a reassurance that he was here.

I looked up at him, his green eyes staring directly into mine. “She’s not going anywhere. No one is going to let him take her from you. I’m not going to let him take her from you.” 

Another tear slipped down my cheek as he said it. “He has a lot of friends and business associates… He might win.” With my elbow propped on the back of the couch, pressed my forehead against my palm. “He has enough money to get a whole team of lawyers, I can’t even afford one.” I groaned. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to dump all this on you.” Steve wiped my tears away with his thumb as he cupped my cheek. 

“That’s why I’m here, Thea.” 

I shook my head and looked up at him. “I just don’t know what to do. She’s MY daughter, Steve. I can’t lose her.” The anger was coming back. I blame the pregnancy for the mood swings. 

“Between you and Five-0, he won’t stand a chance of getting her, okay?” He pulled me close to him, kissing the top of my head. “Just let me do some digging around.” 

God, having him hold me felt amazing. I had dreamed about this for weeks, not exactly having imagined it like this though. Having to comfort me in a situation like this was not something I thought I would be going through right now. I wrapped my arms around his middle and leaned into him. He kept his arms around me as he put the papers back in the envelope and tossed them on the coffee table. He leaned back onto the couch, never letting go of me. We sat there together for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything. I turned my head slightly, so my forehead was against his shoulder. Steve had his head leaned down on mine. Almost as if he were enjoying having me in his arms like I was. 

“I’m sorry I pulled you away from the party.” I said quietly. I still didn’t trust my voice to not break down again. 

He shook his head again. “You didn’t. Everyone left a few minutes after you did.” He paused for a moment. His hand was still running up and down my back. It hasn’t really stopped since he got here. The hand traveled up to my shoulder and squeezed gently. “I would have come anyway.” He whispered into my hair. 

I couldn’t keep the slight smile off my face even if I tried. I sat up a little bit to look at him, our faces were just a few inches apart. “Thank you for coming.” I whispered. 

He smiled softly at me. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” 

Before I could stop myself, I pressed my lips to his. I felt Steve move slightly and I quickly backed up and got off the couch. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I did not mean to do that!” Steve stood up from the couch and reached for my arm.

“Thea-” I pulled out of the reach and headed to the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled. I leaned against the bar and put my head in my hands. ‘What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you do that! He doesn’t see you like that! You’re the mother of his children.’ I groaned and tried to keep my tears back. ‘He probably thinks you’re hormonal’. I didn’t look up at Steve when he walked into the kitchen. I bet the look on his face was the serious aneurysm face that Grace talked about. I fucked up big time. He came up right behind me, his hand on my arm light, like he expected me to pull away from him.

“Thea, please look at me.”

I hesitantly turned around and looked up at him. “Look, I’m sorry. That was inappro-” I was cut off by him cupping the back of my neck and pulling me to him. His lips pressed against mine a bit rougher than the first time, holding me close to him. I put my hands up on his chest to push him back, but I couldn’t. I melted into the kiss, my hands moving up his chest to wrap around his neck. His other arm moved down my back and around my waist. He pulled me as close as he could with my bump in the way. Before I had a chance to deepen the kiss, he pulled away, but didn’t let go of me. Our foreheads are still touching, and I could still feel his breath on my face. My eyes were still closed. I was scared that if I opened them, he was going to push me away.

His thumb stroked my cheek gently. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a few weeks now.” He whispered.

One of my hands moved to his wrist and squeezed gently. “Don’t do that if you don’t mean it.” 

He kissed me again but pulled away before I could react to it. I finally opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. “I mean it, okay? I’ve wanted to tell you for the last two weeks, but I didn’t know how, as cheesy and cliche as that sounds. I like and care about you, Thea.” He said, looking me in the eyes. “I know the situation we’re in right now isn’t exactly normal,” His hand went to my stomach. He only touched my bump once when I felt one of the babies move. We had tried to see if he would be able to feel it, but he couldn’t. I was hoping in the next few weeks he’d finally be able to feel them move like I had been. “But I want to be with you.” He said. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. 

I took a deep breath and tried, for the umpteenth time tonight, to keep the tears from falling. ‘Goddamn pregnancy hormones’ I pushed away from him a bit so I could look at him. “Steve, I want to be with you too, but it isn’t just me I need to worry about.” He nodded in understanding. “Nora is the most important person in my life. I need you to know and understand that before anything can happen. I’m always going to choose my kids over anything else.” Most guys tended to run off after I made that confession. Though I was never sure if it was the kid part or the not coming in first on my list of priorities, that scared them away. I didn’t think that it would scare Steve away. He is about to have twins. But I knew it was something that still needed to be said. 

He nodded again. “I know. I know how important Nora is to you. Honestly, she’s become important to me too. She’s a great kid and I…” He took my hand again, holding it close to him. “I want you both.” 

I smiled, walking closer and looking up at him. ‘How have I not noticed how much taller he is?’ 

“Well, luckily for you, we’re both pretty fond of you.” I grinned. He leaned down to kiss me, but we were interrupted by my phone going off. I pulled away from him. “That’s probably Rachel.” I said. I walked into the living room and picked up my phone. 

“Hey Rach.” I sat on the sofa. 

Steve’s POV:

I couldn’t help but grin to myself as I watched her walk to the living room. I spent the last few weeks going over and over about how I was going to tell her I had feelings for her, only to have her kiss me. I really didn’t see that coming, but I knew that I should have. Danny had been telling me that I was freaking out over nothing and that I was doing what I always did when feelings were involved. I was panicking. ‘You need to thaw out your heart sometimes and let people in’ Is what he’s been telling me since I met him. Between my family issues and my life in the military letting people in like that was somewhat foreign to me. But after this with Thea, I wasn’t as scared anymore. 

I glanced around at the kitchen. I had only been inside her apartment a few times. Once when I helped Thea carry groceries up. ‘She doesn’t need to be doing that on her own, not while she’s pregnant’ And once when I sat with Nora for a few minutes while Thea was getting her bag ready to spend the night at Danny’s. It was a cute place, but like she said earlier, not big enough for her, Nora, and two babies. As I looked around, I smiled at the pictures of her and Nora she had on the fridge. There was no way I was going to let someone, biological parent or not, take Nora away from her. It was clear to anyone that saw them together that Thea was her parent, not Peter Kenwood. 

I looked into the living room and smiled again at Thea. She was telling Nora goodnight. 

“Good night baby. I’ll see you in the morning okay?” I said softly, smiling as she talked. 

I knew from here on that these were my girls. I wasn’t going to let anyone take them away from me. 

Please let me know what you think! I'm currently writing the next chapter so hopefully it'll be up soon. I already have the twins named picked out, I'm hoping you guys like them. If you have any ideas for the gender reveal I would love to hear them!