#I think we can ALL agree that Jazz did the raising

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I adore Princess Jazz with all my goddamn heart, but why are so many people sleeping on Queen Mother Jazz?

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I did this idea with Jason but what if it was with Kon instead. Danny needs stable clone DNA to help stabilize Ellie; he finds Superboy and asks him to help stabilize Ellie.

Kon is touched by the fact that he's trying to save her and agrees to help with it. Neither were told that Ellie would end up being the deaged or that the DNA would mix and that Ellie would technically become their kid.

The two of them end up doing partial custody and getting to know one another well this is going on. whether they end up together or not is entirely up for interpretation.

 I think because Danny is used to the weirdest option being the correct one and Kon is literally a clone they would think that everyone would automatically assume the weirdest option too. 

it would be funny for Kon to just off-handedly mention Ellie first and not make a big announcement. so everyone thinks that Ellie has been in his life a lot longer than she actually has been.

I imagine that  because of Danny's flightiness because of powers and probably him being in the ghost zone trying to stabilize Ellie it would seem like Danny had a hidden pregnancy. even if they did DNA testing any cloning signs would be put down to Kon's DNA.

Kon's friends like Tim or Bart Meet Ellie during some sort of drop off. like Danny is going on a field trip and needs Kon to watch Ellie for the weekend. He probably mentions this and everyone is like can we go see your kid.

that's how they would be introduced to Danny. it would especially be confusing if Danny is just very civilian but also so nonchalant about all of the hero stuff going on. Danny was very much raised by jazz in a very small town so  any sign of obvious weirdness is very much not shown.

Ellie is probably young enough that she doesn't really understand secret keeping even if she has her memories so she's probably floating around. Everyone takes that as a sign that Ellie is definitely Kon's.

If you go the Romantic route with Kon and Danny, Kon would mention that he's going on a date with Danny and for anyone to babysit.

It is later revealed that this would be their first date and then everyone would question how the hell they even had a kid in the first place if this was their first date.  it would make everyone think that Ellie is very much a one-night stand baby and I think that would be hilarious. 

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Dp x Dc au: Normal is Good

Okay so hear me out— i see lots of “you can’t control Danny he’s a wild child” premises and like, I agree, I love that, but JUST hear me out. Danny who is just entranced by being treated like a NORMAL KID.

I think for best results this should be done with de-aged Danny so he’s a bit younger, but it can def work with regular Danny too.

Danny winds up running around Gotham for one reason or another doing INSANE SHIT to try and help or just survive and his family is out of the way. The explosion, Bad Fentons, etc— and one of the bats picks up Danny. This can be a dad!Jason, or dad!Dick, or classic Bruce Adoption. But they see this little shit running around and are like “no fucking way, not on my watch you little maniac”

Now, a lot of people use the “Jazz practically raised Danny” card, and I love that card and fully support it, but she was also a kid. With no other parents to consult. Who was raised by the Fentons originally and def has no clue what normal parents are like. So she probably didn’t exactly measure up to how a kid is MEANT to be raised. So Danny still had an incredibly strange childhood that just was Not Normal, but I feel like we see Danny with a deep desire to be normal. He doesn’t even really like being a superhero that much, he just wanted to be a kid.

So he gets bat adopted, and Danny is just functioning how he did growing up with the Fentons, which is No Restrictions Do What You Want. And then his bat dad (using Jason for this) is like “No. It’s Bed Time.” And Danny. Danny is ALL for that. He’s bewildered. Mystified. He’s not grumpy about being told what to do at ALL, because he’s just so shocked.

“You’re serious? You’re fucking dead-ass serious? It’s bed time? Oh my god this is so cool. I’ve never had a bed time before! This is great!” Because this is the first time he’s EVER been treated like a normal child by a parental figure. He just got sent to bed. Wow.

Having a parent who is in charge of keeping him healthy and actually enforces Danny taking care of himself is kind of cool.

“Eat your vegetables, they’re good for you.” And they won’t try to eat him back? Fuck yeah, he’ll eat his vegetables!

“No you aren’t allowed to go out at 2 in the morning, go back to bed, you have a doctors appointment for your yearly checkup tomorrow.” oh ancients, Danny has always heard other kids complain about not being allowed out at night, but to have himself told he can’t? This is so weird. And he’s never been to a yearly check up before!

“Brush your teeth before bed” “I can’t get cavities, I’m dead!” “Ya know, for some reason I don’t believe you. When was the last time you went to the dentist? Are you sure you can’t get them?” Danny has 7 cavities.

The first time Danny gets to actually use the “my dad said No” excuse, he is ECSTATIC. Jack and Maddie have LITERALLY never told him he can’t go out somewhere. Ever. He’s in a whole new world where he doesn’t have to fight ghosts, or be a hero, or anything and he loves it. He has a normal kids room without deadly weapons in it and normal kid hobbies and a fridge full of normal food and a parent who enforces a bed time, and it’s weird as hell and it’s great. Normal is pretty damn good, he has no clue what Sam and Tucker were always complaining about. Shits sweet.

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The Wrong Robin Au (part five)

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Danny sat back with a wince, watching as Bruce and his butler (The man introduced himself as Alfred) collected themselves. Jason's book was now sitting on a shelf, displayed for everyone to see. Bruce's desk was moved back into place, and the chairs were repositioned. There wasn't any evidence of what had just occurred.

"would you like me to get you a rag, young sir?" Alfred asked, turning to glance at Danny with a raised brow.

Danny lifted his hand and gently touched his nose, hissing when it stung and throbbed. Pulling his hand back, Danny found his fingers covered in blood.

Well, that was going to be hard to explain later...

"yeah, thanks." Danny finally agreed, moving his hand back to hopefully keep more of his blood from staining his hoodie. His ectoplasm was just begging him to heal it, but he held back, watching as Bruce turned to face him.

The man was no longer crying his little emo furry heart out or blinded with rage. Instead, he was standing still with a calculative gleam in his eyes. Danny just knew the man was going to do a background check as soon as Danny left. (Or when Danny wasn't paying attention, he was Batman after all. Who knows what he was going to do?)

It's a good thing there was nothing that connected him with Phantom. Besides the drop in grades and convenient absences, but that can be excused by the trauma of his accident and all the ghost fights. Otherwise, Danny would be screwed.

No one besides Jazz and Wes has been able to figure it out, and he'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much. He's retired now, or well, was retired. He might be getting back into the crime-fighting part again, but he was going to do everything in his power to keep from getting pulled back into ghost-fighting and dealing with the occult every day.

He could handle following Batman around at night and punching a few goons here and there, but the ghost fights? The world ending catastrophes? The annoying cult summoning? He didn't think he could handle it again. And sure, if there was no other option he would go out and protect the world. (It would be very shitty of him not to if he could do something when no one else could. He lived here too, you know.)

But that's not his job anymore. No, that's what the Justice League is for. (was for... He had forgiven them for not being there for him when it mattered. They were here now. So it was fine. No, it wasn't) They're the ones who are protecting Earth now. They're the ones who have to drop everything and help save the world. Not him. Not anymore.

Maybe he could think of this as a really shitty vacation? Then once he's sure Batman is stable and that Tim won't do something stupid, Danny could go back to Amity and figure out what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Maybe he could even go to college?

"Why are you here?" Bruce asked, his calculated eyes still boring into Danny's head. Danny, having gotten used to ghosts popping up and speaking to him at all hours of the day, didn't flinch as he glanced back up at Bruce.

"To keep you from killing yourself, seriously dude. Did you not hear when I told you earlier?" Danny spat, pointedly wiping the blood off his chin.

Bruce barely even moved, but Danny could tell he had winced. Sensing people's emotions was going to become one of the more useful powers he had, wasn't it?

...

How long was his nose going to bleed, again? Didn't broken noses stop bleeding after a few minutes?

His core flared in annoyance, finally making him remember a very important fact.

He was half dead. As in his body doesn't heal or change without the influence of his ectoplasm. This means he's going to keep bleeding until he either doesn't have any blood to bleed or he lets his ectoplasm heal it.

Great.

That's not going to make Bruce suspicious at all. Nope. Definitely not.

Focusing on his nose, Danny let his ectoplasm rush to the area and start healing it, but held it back before it could do more than stop the bleeding.

Alfred entered the room not even a second later, "here you go, young sir. Just hold it there for a minute while I prepare my med kit."

Danny grabbed the rag handed to him and pressed it to his nose, ignoring the sharp pain. He watched as Alfred placed his med kit on the side table and started digging through it. After a few minutes, Alfred leaned back and pulled on some gloves.

"let me have a look," he demanded, turning to kneel in front of Danny. Danny sighed, removed the rag, and leaned forward to let Alfred get a closer look. The man clicked his tongue, but gently grabbed his face and studied the injury.

Bruce shuffled awkwardly in the background, looking like a child waiting to get scolded. Good. He was a grown-ass man for crying out loud, he should get scolded for breaking Danny's nose.

"Alright, this will hurt," Alfred said, moving his hands to gently rest next to Danny's nose. Danny, having dealt with many broken noses before, looked away from the older man and stared Bruce dead in the eyes.

With sure but quick movements, Alfred straightened his nose with a loud crunch. Bruce's eyes narrowed as Danny bit his tongue, keeping any other sign of pain to himself.

"There," Alfred sighed, "it was a clean break, so you'll only have to keep some gause on it until you go to the doctor. Master Bruce?"

Bruce grunted, before finally looking over to his butler. "I'm fine, Alfred."

"good," Alfred nodded, "then I shall put on some tea. In the meantime, I recommend you two have a civil conversation."

Danny leaned back, taking the wet rag Alfred handed to him, and cleaned his face. Now that his nose looked normal, Danny allowed his ectoplasm to start healing it. He didn't plan on seeing Bruce again anytime soon, so any bruises or swelling he should have, won't matter.

Alfred finished placing his medical supplies away and held his hand out for the rags, once Danny gave them to him, the man swiftly left the room. bruce will probably want to test his blood later now that Danny thinks about it. Well, that's definitely something Batman would do, Danny thinks.

Oh well, it's not like his blood would reveal anything. It's literally just his human blood. Now if he was bleeding as Phantom? This would be a whole other problem.

"Who are you and how do you know who I am?" Bruce grunts, stepping closer to Danny in an attempt to be intimidating. And it would have been if Danny hadn't just watched the man breakdown ugly crying not even thirty minutes ago.

Rolling his eyes, Danny leaned back in his chair and huffed, "I told you this already. My name's Danny. I'm here to keep you from killing yourself. And it's pretty obvious who you are if you just think about it." Because it was obvious. Once Tim pointed it out to him, that is.

He wasn't about to just tell Batman that though, Tim didn't deserve to have the man breathing down his neck just for being smart enough to figure it out.

Before Bruce could respond, Danny's phone rang once, twice, then stopped. Glancing at the clock, Danny found it was only six. This meant, it was either Sam texting him to figure out where he was (which wasn't likely, since he usually disappeared in the mornings) or it was Tim.

Grabbing his phone, Danny unlocked it and was met with a message from Tim.

TIM: thanks for listening to me.

Before Danny could send a response, another text came through.

TIM: when did you want to meet up and discuss a plan? DANNY: tomorrow, after you get some sleep. TIM: I did! I took a nap! DANNY: not a long one. TIM: I'm not tired though! DANNY: Then pretend to sleep or something, I don't care. Could you just make sure you sleep before I text you tomorrow? please, kid? TIM: whatever. you're not even that much older than me, you know that right? Danny: sure kid.

"Who is that?" Bruce suddenly asks, making Danny glance up at him.

Shit, uh... "The kid I'm babysitting later."

You know what? That works. And it's technically true.

Bruce just hummed, allowing Danny to turn back to his phone.

TIM: I'm thirteen! DANNY: Yeah? Well, I'm seventeen, almost eighteen. Anyone under the age of fifteen is a literal baby. which makes you? that's right. a child. and what do children need? Sleep. They need sleep, Tim. TIM: I'm not a child! and if you've forgotten; I still have all the evidence proving that you're Robin. I'm petty enough to release it. DANNY: Go ahead. If it'll make you sleep at night.

Tim left him on read after not responding for a few minutes. Bruce had wandered over to his desk to work on something, probably Danny's background check.

Sighing, Danny sent a text to Sam letting her know he'd be busy for the rest of the morning and to let Tucker know. Once that was done, he shoved his phone into his pocket and stood up. Bruce glanced at him for a moment before going back to what he was doing, leaving Danny to look around the office.

Pictures were hanging on the wall, books covering the shelves, and random objects covering everything else. Basically, Bruce's office was filled with all sorts of things. Things that could give Danny an idea of who Bruce was as a person. Something he was going to need to know if he planned to stick around and help him. which he was. because he'd promised Tim that he would.

Reaching out, Danny picked up one of the photos and examined it. It was Bruce, Alfred, and some boy Danny didn't recognize, though they looked eerily like him. They could even pass as his clone if you squinted.

"Hey, Bruce," Danny started, "Who's this?"

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“So… why did you volunteer yourself?” Stephanie asked once the other three had left, watching Jason move to sit on the floor and lean against the wall next to Jazz while Leslie gave her a check up as well.

“...In case any of the kids were up for ungluing themselves from each other long enough to take a shower,” Jason responded as though it were obvious. He actually still had questions he wanted to ask, but the offer for a shower was still an option.

“Wait, you have a shower here?” Tucker’s interest was immediately piqued, head snapping over to look at Jason.

“Dibs,” Sam spoke quickly, raising her hand halfway once more.

The claim for the first shower caused Tucker to gasp, head snapping over to stare at his friend in utter betrayal. “SAM! How could you!” he gaped.

Sam just met his gaze with a neutral stare, not lowering her hand. “Dibs,” she repeated, earning a snicker from Stephanie. None of them could blame the kids for wanting a proper shower, it wasn’t like there had been running water in the abandoned apartment complex they’d been staying in. The entire plate of burritos Stephanie had brought in was also already gone, so they also knew the kids were ready for actual meals again.

“Okay, let me just get the blinds pulled over the windows outside this room, and then I’ll come back to get you for a shower,” Stephanie agreed, amused, but also looked over to Jazz to double check. “If that’s alright with you. I don’t think you’d all fit in there, and I’d rather not move Danny.”

The idea of them being out of sight made Jazz anxious, but she could also understand their want for a good shower. She wanted one too. Baby wipes and rain water could only do so much for them trying to keep everything clean. Danny may have been in some sort of stasis, but they’d still tried to keep the environment around him clean considering he had open wounds. Everyone that was there was being a lot nicer than she first thought they would be though, the unmet expectations were making it hard for her to react quickly. It wasn’t that they made her think they were trying to get them to let their guard down. Jason and Damian had been way too blunt for her to believe that they were trying to be manipulative. Or if they were, they really sucked at it. It was just too unexpected right then. “...Okay,” Jazz agreed, wincing slightly as Leslie dabbed an alcohol swab on a small cut on her arm.

“Yessss,” Sam cheered, earning a small laugh from Danielle as Stephanie left the room to get the windows covered. This was one safehouse that they could relocate if needed, but would rather not have to do so if they could help it. So anything they could do to keep their guests from knowing where it was located was necessary.

And since they had somewhat brought up the topic of reestablishing rules and boundaries, Jazz looked over to Danielle to make sure she understood what was expected before an incident came up. “Dani, can you stay in your human form unless someone needs protection? And stay visible, don’t phase through anything, and no overshadowing. Don’t give them a reason to kick us out by snooping, okay?”

Danielle hadn’t been expecting to essentially be told she was grounded to her room, but a room other than her own, and let out an annoyed groan. “Uuuuugh, fiiine,” she dragged out, shifting forms again and sagging in theatrics. “Just don’t let me get bored,” she pushed, reminding them that Dick had loosely promised to bring them things, and then also added for good measure, “And I’m only going to behave as long as you guys actually help Danny. Got it?”

It was a fair enough trade, and Cass gave a simple thumbs up at the demand. It was too soon to tell how much help they would be for Danny, but they were still a much better resource than being homeless and broke. The Phantom kids seemed to be willing to at least try to let them help at least.

“I think we have some cards somewhere around here. Maybe a board game or two. If not we’ll bring some with the food,” Jason commented, not wanting the kids to get too bored either. There were all kinds of messes caused simply because a teenager was looking for entertainment. And maybe playing some games with them would help them loosen up. 

“Do you have any comics?” Danielle then asked. The games sounded promising, but comics were always nice too for when she had no one to play with.

“...We’ll see,” Jason half agreed, grinning slightly. At least the youngest knew what she liked.

“I’ll take it,” Danielle hummed, leaning back on both hands and kicking her legs slightly as Stephanie returned to beckon Sam to follow her.

“Don’t steal all the hot water!” Tucker called after them as they left the room, despair saturating his tone.

“That’s why I’m going first. You’re the one that takes forever,” Sam retorted, waving her hand dismissively without turning back. It earned a few more snickers before the group left behind settled into a semi uncertain quiet, both from exhaustion and simply not knowing what to talk about with the particular set of people there. The only one who made comments was Leslie, and it was only simple commands to support her checkups.

Eventually Leslie finished making notes on the tablet she had, and turned to look at Jason and Cass. “Aside from Danny the rest of them don’t look too bad. The showers were definitely a good idea, it’ll help clean all the cuts they have. But otherwise get them a good meal and some rest and they should be fine.”

“Good to hear,” Jason acknowledged, planning on letting Bruce and the rest of the team manage the food planning and check in schedule for Leslie. “Just send everything to Oracle. Do you need an escort?”

“No, I’ll manage,” Leslie dismissed, tapping on the tablet to send all the files to Barbara. “I’ll be back after dinner to check on the boy again. Call me sooner if necessary,” she bid, picking her bag up and leaving the room to head back to address other patients that needed her attention.

A few moments after Leslie was gone, Stephanie and Sam returned with the latter wearing a clean pair of spare clothes that had been stashed there. Stephanie seemed to be quite happy about something too, and when Jason saw the shirt Sam was wearing he understood why immediately. That was an old shirt, being memorabilia from Stephanie and Cass’s shared BatGirl uniform. But it was always fun to see fans. Though he did wonder if that was the case or if there was another reason.

“Cool shirt,” Tucker commented when he saw Sam. “What’s with the bat symbol?”

The question caused the three of Batman’s team to pause, Jason realizing he was about to get one of his questions answered. Did Tucker just not recognize the specific symbol? It wasn’t that obscure, he should at least recognize it as something related to Batman. Right?

“Not sure. It was the only black one, so I grabbed it,” Sam responded, tugging the shirt away from her enough to look down at the emblem again, momentarily forgetting what it looked like exactly.

Jason watched Stephanie and Cass’s expressions fall a little, and almost snorted.

“You don’t… know who that symbol is for?” Stephanie asked, sadness starting to creep into her voice at the revelation that Sam had only picked that shirt because it was black.

“Nope,” Sam confirmed, heading over to the stool she’d left before and sitting back down to dab at her hair with the towel. “Should I?”

It caused Stephanie to pause, and then give a shaky laugh, but Jason didn’t miss how Jazz’s gaze moved to look at the red symbol on his own chest, half hidden by his jacket. “N’no! I guess not. It’s a pretty old shirt anyway. No one has seen BatGirl for a while now anyway.” Stephanie shakily dismissed, tucking her disappointment away for later when she could properly express it.

“BatGirl?” Sam repeated, getting a wry grin. “Is there a BatBoy too?”

Another exchange of looks between Cass and Stephanie. Was that a joke? “No. Just Batman and Batwoman,” she answered, deciding to err on the side of Sam being serious.

“Well, there is, but BatBoy never worked with the other bats,” Jason pointed out, amusement saturating his voice.

“That name was from a baseball bat though, not a bat bat,” Stephanie argued.

Jason shrugged at the distinction, but wasn’t able to comment further before Tucker spoke up again. “Okay. So who’s Batman again?”

The three team members stopped to stare at Tucker, having to take a moment to register if he was putting on an act or not. When it was determined he was either impossibly good at pretending, or actually earnest in his question, Jason barked a laugh while Staphanie’s eye twitched. “You’ve been on Gotham for two months, been to the dark net, and are still asking who Batman is?” Jason asked, incredulous.

“What makes you think I was on the darknet?” Tucker defended quickly.

“Where else do people even hear about Lazarus water?” Jason retorted just as fast.

Tucker’s mouth pursed as his eyes scrunched, realizing he wasn’t going to get his way out of that one. “............ Okay,” he relented. Fair point. Good game. “So are we talking about an actual person, or the folktale boogeyman? Because the internet sources aren’t clear on that.”

Jason wheezed slightly at the comparison, filing that away in his mental box of topics to tease Bruce with.

“He’s the one we’re working with to help Danny,” Cass answered this time, feeling just a little miffed after the mutual disappointment she had suffered with Stephanie. Once again Jazz’s eyes flicked to Jason’s symbol, this time in understanding.

The comment caused another pause as Tucker realized he probably shouldn’t make fun of this guy. “...Alright. Cool cool. That answers a lot,” he rambled, hoping his comments didn’t affect the kind of help they were going to receive. “I think I’ll go take that shower now,” he excused, jerking to his feet and waiting momentarily for Stephanie to escort him out of the room.

“I have to ask now,” Jason started once they were out of sight, using this as a way to get another one of his questions in that he’d stayed around in the first place to try and get answered. “Where are you kids from to think Batman was a fairytale?”

He didn’t think that they would take the question well, considering how secretive they were being about other things. But to his pleasure the other two girls just looked at Jazz, who seemed to have relaxed a little more from the more easy going conversations. “...Amity Park,” she answered, watching to see if Jason, or more specifically Cass since she could see at least part of her face, had any sign of recognition before adding, “It’s in Illinois.”

That was unexpected. “That’s quite a ways away,” Jason commented. He’d never heard of Amity Park, but Illinois was definitely not a ‘took a wrong turn at the gas station’ ways away.

“How did you end up in Gotham?” Cass asked now, concern pinching her brows.

The three girls fell silent, but this time it was easy to tell that it wasn’t out of reluctance to share information. The looks they gave each other were more seeking to see if either of them had an answer rather than if they should say it. And Cass and Jason could also see some painful memories hidden in their expressions.

“Dunno,” Danielle finally admitted with a shrug. “We were fighting, then stuff blew up, and next thing we knew we were here.”

Oh, that didn’t sound good. Jason had been suspecting that the event that had led them to Gotham had been what had put Danny in the state he was, but stuff blowing up and relocating people was never a good thing. That was definitely something that was going to be relayed back to the others, and he really hoped they didn’t have to get people outside of their usual team involved.

“My ID and debit card don’t work here either,” Jazz added, sounding a little bitter and some of the prolonged stress starting to resurface. “Everytime we tried to buy something they told me my card was declined. And when I found a bank that happened to have the same name as the one I’m using, they told me my ID was fake.”

“...So you started stealing to get what you needed,” Jason connected. They were good kids in a bad situation. That was all. Jazz didn’t answer, though it didn’t seem to be because she was reluctant to admit they were stealing. She just seemed concerned about something else. “Don’t worry, we won’t turn you in. We usually deal with people who are much worse,” he assured as a subtle prod to get her to reveal what she was worried about.

Jazz gave a mirthless noise of amusement. “...What are you? Some kind of secret government street sweepers?” she asked. It was phrased as a sarcastic jab, but both Cass and Jason heard the secrets that were being hinted at.

Jason just barked a laugh. “Hardly. We’re independent. Sometimes we work with the police, but most of the time they’re pissed off at us too. Can’t imagine wanting to touch anything government related either. I don’t think they’d like me.”

There was a hesitant release in part of what had the girl’s tense, and Cass couldn’t help resting her hand on Danielle’s shoulder. “You are all safe with us,” she assured shortly. She could see it in the way they behaved during this topic. It wasn’t that they were suspicious of conspiracy theories or something similar. They disliked non-public government organizations because of personal experience. They had been hurt by them before.

The girls didn’t respond verbally, but Cass could see the change in their demeanor. They were a little less wary, and a little more hopeful. But that was enough interrogation for now. She knew her team would have plenty to work with from what they already had, and there was no need to stress the kids out further. So now it was on to a batter topic, and Cass took out her phone. “What foods do you like? We will have them prepared for dinner,” she asked, deliberately making her own demeanor more at ease to facilitate a response.

“Ugh, I could definitely go for some roasted butternut squash,” Sam responded almost immediately, sagging slightly on the stool.

“Oo oo! Can I get fried chicken? How much are we allowed to have? Can I have like five chickens?” Danielle asked, raising her hand high and bouncing on the table slightly.

“High metabolism?” Jason asked, just to double check she wasn’t just exaggerating and would actually eat the food if they brought it.

“Mhmm. I bet I could eat way more than you could,” Danielle nodded with a slight challenge.

“I bet you could,” Jason accepted with a chuckle, not even going to bother taking her up on that challenge.

“And the rest?” Cass prompted, typing a message to Alfred on her phone.

“...I’m okay with most anything,” Jazz answered when they looked her way, her hand straying to Danny’s hand again as she couldn’t help thinking of his favorite sandwich.

“Tucker will eat anything meat,” Sam provided for their remaining friend. She had already stolen the first shower from him, she could be nice and make sure he got something nice to eat.

“Got all that?” Jason asked Cass, glad to have a happier note for the kids to focus on now. After Cass gave a thumbs up, Jason shifted to stand again, raising his hands over his head in a mild stretch. “Good. Then let’s see if I can find those cards,” he announced, heading for the door.

“No poker,” Cass spoke up quickly, narrowing her eyes Jason’s way.

“I’m not going to play poker with a bunch of teenagers,” Jason huffed, mildly offended that was the first thing Cass would think of. There were so many other games to play with face cards anyway. And hopefully it would be enough to keep the kids occupied at least until dinner. And while they were on house arrest duty hopefully the others would figure out where these kids had come from, and how to help them. He could take some time while looking for the cards to send his own report to the others at least. Explosion relocation, anti government organization sentiments, non usable ID and debit card. It was starting to sound like they weren’t actually from the United States at all. But knowing their luck, it wasn’t just a case of country hopping. Hopefully they weren’t from a completely different time period or something. That always made things messy. Hopefully this Amity Park was just a tiny village in Illinois that was out of touch with the world compared to a big city like Gotham, and these kids were just country bumpkins that would be easy to get shipped off back home once they were all better.

There was no cost for hoping for an easy solution, even if Jason knew it wasn’t going to happen.

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This is my first time drawing either of these girls X'D Also I hope I got the right symbol for the shirt. I'm new and there's so many symbols

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DPXDC Enemy of my Enemy is the Worse "Excerpts" (Part 1?) I have more Ideas

Okay I kepy thinking about the prompt Enemy of my Enemy is the Worse I made LOL- (gonna post excerpts.) Probably wont fully write this.. as much as I like to right now LOL. If this inspires anyone to write, go for it.

"So now what? Going to vivisect me? Experiment? Rip my molecules apart like how my-Mr. Fenton keeps telling me." "Unfortunately, no." Agent K grumbles. "And its dissection, not-" Agent O tries to correct. "I maybe dead-but I'm not THAT dead." Danny rolled his eyes, flashing them at the two men in white. He can't believe any of this is happening. Oh he wished he listened to Jazz.. or Sam or Tuck more. He pulled at his ghost proof bindings, them having him ridiculously buried in the restraints. "Actually, Mr. Phantom, is it? I wanted to talk." Another bald man walks in, his suit notably black. Danny raised his eyebrow unimpressed, "What? Is it the Guys in Black and White now? Not that I'm against it, I'm all for equality, but it does seem a little off brand. I'm guessing the bleach bill is getting too high." Agent O was about to speak out- when the guy in black raised his hand to silence him. This guy only looked slightly amused, which gave Danny the creeps. "Of course not. That'd be ridiculous, though I'm not against inclusivity either. I'm Lex Luthor, and it is my recent interest in ghosts that had allowed the GIW to reach its full potential. " "So another annoying billionaire. Great."

"So you know of me? Perfect, then we can keep this simple. In truth, I am only interested in one ghost in particular." "We can capture him without involving ourselves with this scum-" "This GHOST has not only evaded my notice for YEARS, but has been stealing very valuable technology that would go beyond NASA's comprehension. Though I don't doubt your expertise, it has not come without notice that this particular ghost is seen the most-" Lex flicked his eyes down at Phantom. "With you." Agent K and O unrolled paper from their suits to reveal a picture of Plasmius. "The Wisconsin Ghost." - "Plasmius?!" Danny spoke same time the Agents did. Lex smirked at the Agents then down at Phantom. Danny took a moment to register what was going on before busting out laughing. "Really? What makes you think I'm buddy buddy with Plasmius? He's a total fruitloop and honestly- not surprise. He steals blueprints from my p---Dr. Fentons all the time." "You steal their items as well, if we recall." Agent K raised a brow. "Well-I- Just because- YOU USE THEIR BLUEPRINTS TOO!" "Enough. " Lex starting to sound annoyed, Danny felt like it was a win. Serves bastard right. Man did he hate billionaires. "I've observed your work in Amity Park. If I dare say you are quite similar to many of the masked vigilantes that plague this Earth. Even more heroic in my opinion." Danny was not biting at whatever trick Lex was pulling. Though he didn't miss the skip of his core at being recognized something other than a menace. 'He's lying to you.' he repeated in his head. Pulling on his bindings again to remember the real situation before him.

"That being said, I like you to do as heroes do and capture this criminal, then bring him to me." "Look, thanks for the compliment- but we both know I'm not seen as a hero. So why don't you quit the buttering 'cause I'm not interested in culinary and tell me what's in it for me. Even though I'm barely c-average on the best of days, I'm not dumb. I'm not doing this for free or just some lame you will be spared nonsense. Been there done that." Lex smirked again, "I'll grant you immunity from GIW and you can have your haunt back." "Wait? What?!" "But it took so long to capture him-" "IF you manage to capture Plasmius and bring him to me before GIW can." Danny glanced at the two agents as they puffed out their chests. Cocky. They really think they could capture Vlad? Then painfully reminded himself that they did catch him. "And if I don't agree?" "We DISSECT you and use you for very unethical and highly painful experiments that are legal on subjects like yourself." Agent K happily boast. "Riiiight." Danny clicked his tongue, "Add in that these guys are not allowed to be in a 50 miles radius from Amity and I'll do it." "No-" "Deal."

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Danny looped on back to the entryway as he finished swooping through every room of the manor. "Alright! Come on out Fruitloop! I know you're still here-" Just as Phantom floated down to land, he felt a hard punch in his face that sent him skidding across the room into the wall. "OOF" "Guess I should have seen that com...ming..." Danny rubbed his jaw, turning back to see who punched him. His eyes widening as he recognized the heroes he was facing. "Phantom. We're taking you into custody." "YOU CALLED THE JUSTICE LEAGUE ON ME?!" -----(Fight happens)--- Flash manages to hold Phantom, using his speeding molecules to keep Phantom from phasing through his grip. Danny gritting his teeth as the other heroes ready to capture him. Fine. If he can't phase through, he'll just phase in. Phantom uses his icy breath to freeze everything around them. Superman quickly uses his laser vision to melt the ice covering the room in mist, trying to keep themselves from being frozen. "Flash!" When the mist cleared the was no sign of him. Superman using his hearing to try and locate him- despite guarding his right side, he was kicked into the wall by Flash. Flash's eyes glowing bright green. "Well this is weird." -Proceeds to fight in Flash's body for a moment, until he gets knocked out of it. Danny's on his last legs, thinking he barely done a number on them (Not realizing he had been giving them quite a fight). Danny tries to reason again only to hear Amity Park doing great since GIW involvement. Still he isn't backing down. Even mentions Lex is backing them. He knows its only temporary peace if its really peace at all. Which he suspects is a big farce. Besides the portal still resides in Amity. GIW can't get a hold of that- portal. If he can't make them hear him out, then he'll show them why Vlad isn't just some victim. (Not realizing what Justice League may have already discovered) "Want to know why the number 2 worse billionaire is after Fruitloop?" standing up as the net placed on him burned and electrified him. It hurt so much, but he wasn't ready to quit now. Superman flew out in front of the others to block Phantom as Phantom tackled him. Phantom just uses rest of his strength to crash Superman through layers of floors til they reached the secret lab. Superman flinging Phantom into the other side of the room just as they landed, making him slam into a green tube, shattering it. The netting having dropped to the ground away from him. He coughed, shaking as a white ring dangerously popped around his waist shakily dancing, until Phantom sucked it back in. Not yet. The green ectoplasm from the tube soaking into his skin. His eyes widening as he saw what the green ectoplasm was from, jumping back with a disgust yell. He watched the clone fizzle out. "ALREADY? Really Vlad?" He shook off the creeps. "What is this?" "A Lab, du-UAHHHHHHH-" He found himself being spun around by Flash, and flung into the air where he was lassoed. Wonder Woman yanked on the rope tight, swinging him down into the opposite wall. He really was tired of being walled by them. Batman was quick to cuff him as Superman froze him in place. Danny raised a tired brow, unamused. "Are we chill now?" "No." "Thought so." ---bit more talking. Danny navigating his way through the truth of the lasso before using his wail as his last ditch effort to escape. Manages to escape through the portal as the lab collapses.

[stuckysbike]

Give Me Tonight

A/n: please forgive me it’s been a long long time since I’ve written anything, much less posted. All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: smut, slight angst, soft!Dom Bucky, p in v sex, allusion to oral sex, breeding kink, cheating kink (is that a kink?)

You sighed, looking one last time at your watch.

Late, again.

With a huff you snatched your clutch off the bar and swallowed down the last of your drink. You turned, ignoring the pitying looks the bartender and other patrons sent you only to see someone slide onto the stool next to yours.

“Stood up?” A gruff voice asked.

You looked up and met beautiful blue eyes. The man was devilishly handsome with a sharp stubbled jaw and a dimple in his chin. By the way he carried himself, he knew it too.

“My husband,” you sighed as you crossed your legs and rested your elbow on the bar. You didn’t miss his eyes lingering on your thighs as your movement had your dress ride up your leg.

“He’s a fool,” the man said signalling for a drink. A few moments later a fresh drink was set down for you both. “Did he treat you right on Valentine’s Day?”

You snorted and toyed with your napkin. “Stood me up then too. Chose work over me. I stayed home with our two sons.”

The man clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Did you at least have a nice evening with them?”

“I did,” you admitted. “We built a blanket fort, told ghost stories and had too much junk food. Like Halloween only in spring.”

Your boys loved halloween and you weren’t above recreating it for them just to see their happy little faces light up.

The man laughed heartily and you didn’t miss the wistful look lingering in his eye. “Your husband is a lucky man.” He said softly, confident in his knowledge.

“And can you believe he wants another child!” You turned to him and raised your eyebrows. “I think he wants a daughter you know.” You confided.

“Is that so. I would say bedding you is no hardship Doll,” he practically growled the last bit, his eyes roaming over your body.

You felt self conscious for a moment, you’d had two kids, your body wasn’t perfect like some of the other woman in this bar, and your curves felt a bit rounder than everyone else’s.

“He’s never around,” you turned back to your drink and tried to push your insecurities away.

“Run away with me,” he said suddenly taking your hand in his.

You looked up startled. His eyes twinkled mischievously and his smile had you clenching your thighs together. He was close and the masculine scent curled around your senses in the dimly lit bar.

“Where to?” You leaned in closer pushing your breasts together. The slow jazz in the background seemed to fade, it was only you and he right here.

“Wherever your heart desires,” he said with a soft tilt of his lips. His eyes flicked over your face and you felt your heart thump harder in your chest.

“Smooth bastard. What about my boys?”

“They can come. I’m great with kids.” His confidence pulled you into his web and you found yourself falling more and more.

“They adore their father, they think he built the city brick by brick with his bare hands,” you said smiling to yourself. “And I must say I love him like crazy, but lately I’ve been missing him more.”

His smile was sad, a big thumb reached out to stroke your cheek. You leaned your face into the cool metal of his left hand and let your eyes drift closed for a moment. You imagined running away, starting fresh where no one knew you, where no one could find you. Where you had this man all to yourself. You were sorely tempted to agree.

“He’d come after us,” you said as you met his eyes accepting that you just couldn’t escape your life.

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyebrow moving.

“Oh yes,” you nodded confidently. “He’ll always come for us.”

“Give me tonight darlin’, come to bed with me for a few hours and I’ll treasure the memory for the rest of my life,” he swallowed, his eyes pleading.

You reached a hand out and fixed his hair, moving it behind his ear. “Okay,” you agreed as you slipped your wedding ring into your purse. His eyes followed the movement. “What do I call you?”

“Call me Bucky.”

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His hands were everywhere; cupping your face, bunching your dress up to squeeze your ass, pawing at your breasts and gripping your waist as he kissed you breathless.

You couldn’t keep your hands off him either, pushing the crisp white shirt from his broad shoulders and tugging at his belt.

His firm stomach muscles jumped when you finally slid your hand inside his boxers to wrap your fingers around his impressive girth.

“What’s that you’ve found, huh?” He teased, his breath tickling your ear. You have him a few slow pumps, twisting your wrist at the head to spread the precum.

His moan sounded more like a whine and you smirked. “Has it been a while,” you asked.

He nodded, and you released him, hooking your thumbs into his boxers to push them down.

”I’ll taste you later Doll I promise, I’ll eat you out until the sun comes up, just- I need you now,” he licked a spot under your ear and you arched your body against his.

Your panties were soaked as he dragged them down your legs and off your feet. Bucky shoved your dress up around your hips and his pants were around his thighs as he pushed into you in one smooth stroke.

You sighed in pleasure, letting your head sink into the plush luxury hotel pillows. Kicking your heels off you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“So wet, you feel so good dollface,” his mouth attacked to yours, his tongue pushing against your tongue. You submitted relaxing into him and letting him take the lead, but he stayed his hips, teasing you with his length.

“Bucky,” you murmured.

He hummed and ducked to suck your nipple into his mouth. You moaned into his neck and tugged on his hair, but he still didn’t move his hips.

“Please fuck me,” you pleaded clenching around him. Bucky raised his shoulders, his hands on either side of your head. He drew out slowly, blew you a kiss and slammed back into your wet channel.

You cried out, your fingernails gripping into his ass as he thrust into you again and again. His dog tags bumped between your tits and you tugged on them to pull him closer kissing him again.

“Oh my god,” you sighed pushing your fingers through his soft hair and stroking down his back.

His cock drove into you relentlessly, and all you could do was hang on and let him control the pace.

“You like that?” Bucky growled into your ear.

“Yes, please,” you panted. Bucky bit your jaw and you cried out. “right there.” You said as his cock bumped your sweet spot.

“Dirty girl, cheating on your husband with me, I’m not even wearing a rubber,” Bucky tugged your earlobe between his teeth. “I might leave a baby in you.”

You sobbed, nodding into his neck begging and pleading incoherent words against his skin.

“What will your husband say? About me putting a baby in you?” He growled. His fingers laced through your hair and he pulled your head back, kissing you harshly.

You were too far gone to respond right away but Bucky was having none of it. His eyes searched your face and he curled his lips back from his teeth when you didn’t answer.

“Doll,” he growled tugging on your hair again. “Tell me what he’ll do?”

“He loves me,” you sobbed.

“Yeah, I bet he does,” Bucky kissed your throat. “I know he does.”

“Please,” you tugged his hair lost now, your lips babbling nonsense. “Loves me, please I can’t - Buck I-.”

He chuckled, the sound almost cruel as he ground his hips into yours and slipped a hand between your bodies. You squeezed his cock in your pussy, overstimulated and desperate to cum. Bucky growled and used his thumb to stimulate your swollen clit.

“Okay baby, you cum with me,” he growled.

You let go, and the coil snapped as relief flooded your muscles. Your body fell but Bucky caught you, his lips against the skin, arms holding you to him.

“Bucky,” you sighed as he thrust several more times before he painted your channel with his spend.

You lay in limbo, Bucky between your legs as you stroked the back of his head and peppered kisses on his scruffy cheek.

“That was,” you sighed as you caught your breath. “I love you,”

“I love you too baby,” Bucky murmured against his lips. “I’m sorry about Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s okay, you were with your boyfriends, they needed your attention,” you teased him. “Where’s your wedding ring?”

“In my wallet,” he said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Keep it in there often?” You asked playfully.

“Only if I’m on a date with Steve and Sam,” he winked.

You laughed, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re heavy,” you complained. Bucky rolled onto his back easily taking you with him. He kissed you as he stroked your hair back from your face. “So what did you do on Valentine’s Day?”

Bucky snorted. “I was stuck in a motel room with the thinnest walls in history and I had to listen to Sam rail Steve all night.”

“It was hardly all night,” you giggled.

“It was all night. Wilson may not be a supersoldier but he has enviable stamina!”

You laughed again, and Bucky smiled up at you, glad to be the cause of your mirth.

“Let’s take a shower and then I’ll make slow sweet love to you,” he said.

“Bucky,” you sighed dropping a gentle kiss to his lips. “Make love to me now. The shower can wait. We have a baby to make.”

“Insatiable woman,” he teased and you laughed into his chest.

Later, as he lay on his belly snoring softly next to you his heavy arm draped over your tummy, you watched the city lights twinkle.

You weren’t upset about Valentine’s Day and he knew that. Days like that didn’t matter when you and he had a thousand moments you could share any day of the year.

[spennsrs]

spencer agnew x reader

reader is a new intern/assistant for the games department and her and spencer kinda hit it off

possible slow burn

spencer content <3 love you

↳˳;; ❝ fuckin' nerd ༊*·˚

here we go spencer nation this is for you and erm its somewhat slowburn ig.... no confirmation of relationship so yas... reader referred to using they/them <3

first day jitters fuckin' sucked. [y/n] could attest to that.

they rub their hands on the front of their jeans, the material somewhat grounding them as they stare at the office building... okay, technically it wasn't their first day, they had been there yesterday to set their desk up and get somewhat acquainted with the games side of the office. they met alex tran, jacqi, even vida!

but a specific glasses wearing, kickstart drinkin' idiot (alex tran's words) wasn't there. spencer agnew.. or their boss, essentially.

[y/n] didn't know why they were so nervous. it's not like spencer was a scary guy, per say... maybe he was. shaking their head, [y/n] enters the building with a semi-confident grin on their face, entering the lobby... only to be met with another body. well.. more like colliding.

"oh shit, i'm sorry dude-" "my bad-"

[y/n] collects themself as they brush off their clothes, before looking up to an average height male with curly dark hair and round glasses framing his eyes. he was... cute, in a... kind of dorky, awkward nerdy best friend in some mediocre coming of age novel. they find themself staring and quickly before they start to talk.

"you okay? we bumped pretty hard into each other... usually, i'm paying way more attention, i guess, i'm so sorry-" "hey.. you're that new intern, right? holy shit, you are. [y/n], right? what a first impression... i'm spencer by the way."

fuck. shit. fuckin' shit. of course this was their boss. they just ran into their boss, on their second first day...

"uhm... yeah. i'm [y/n], the one and only, heh. listen, i feel terrible for what i did, i can make it up to you! buy you a coffee, extra work, whatever you need, i'm willing."

their words were met with silence from spencer, and for a brief moment, they thought they fucked up royally. completely. fired on the spot.

"first meeting, an you're already asking me on a date? bold moves, [y/n], but i'm not that easily swayed." spencer's lips tug into a toothy grin, a grin that holds a teasing and chaff, a grin that promises lots of fun jokes at work, a grin that promised to keep them on their toes, to keep their heart fluttering-

[y/n] can't help but snort with a raised brow, determined to give back the same sass. if this is what it was like working here, they could get used to this place. "in your dreams, boss man. workplace relationships never work out anyway." they snap back with a laugh, which makes spencer mirror the action.

"fair enough, fair enough. i'm just pulling your chain, welcome to smosh games. i think we'll get along just fine."

[y/n] likes to agree with that statement.

only a week of working at smosh, and [y/n] was finding the place to be a second home of sorts.

alex t had quickly climbed the ranks of becoming [y/n]'s favorite person, almost like a brother figure of sorts to the newer employee. on the other end of that, spencer had grown to be [y/n]'s biggest enemy, bully, and pin in their ass.

in a loving way, of course.

the two of them would bounce off each other's energy, and could bicker for hours, and had even developed a bit of a joking beef in the office. this also led to a little.. club of sorts, smosh employees who were banking on spencer and [y/n] eventually ending up together. even mythical employees were in on this, thanks to trevor. (who would've known rhett and link would be the fan club's number one members)

of course, this had led to some unspoken feelings, at least on spencer's side of things. he refused to say a thing, workplace relationships and h.r and all that jazz or whatever. he also didn't want to seem creepy as their boss having a crush on one of the interns. the only person who actively knew about spencer's little... predicament was alex t, which kind of sucks considering how close alex was to [y/n]. so, all in all, he was fucked.

lost in his own thoughts, spencer made his way to the office kitchen to grab another kickstart when he notices [y/n] fiddling with... well, he couldn't give a shit. what mattered was [y/n] was here. he runs a hand through his hair as he approaches them from behind, a wicked grin on his lips before he gently pokes their side. the other's body jolts and spencer catches how their eyes go wide like saucers, before spinning to glare at spencer. he could tell the glare wasn't angry or upset really, but also the bubbling laugh kinda gave them away.

"hey, [y/n], whatcha doin'? anything interesting?"

the other scoffs and turns back to what they were doing, which spencer can actually see is them fixing their lunch as [y/n] releases a dramatic sigh. "i was peacefully making lunch, but now the duke of chaos himself is here."

"duke of chaos? i'm the god of chaos, thank you very much, goddess of idiocy." that earned him another friendly glare over the shoulder. this is what he adored about them. sure, they were really cute, and their laugh was like... the most beautiful song he's heard, and their hands were nice and soft and fit right in his perfectly-

spence, stop getting carried away.. right.

he adored [y/n] because they knew how to joke, how to have a laugh, to keep up with his rather snarky little comments. he really valued that in a friend or a partner, but for some reason.. playful bullying looked really good especially on [y/n]. well... [y/n]'s specific hair color looked good on them as well... and that new top - he knew it was new because maybe he overheard them talking to chanse about it - fit them perfectly, and their eye color fit them perfectly-

"anyone home in there? this is ground control to spencer agnew, do you copy?" .... oh shit, they had been talking. he stared at them with wide eyes, swallowing thickly. he felt something akin to a blush creeping up his neck to settle on his cheeks, and he knew they could see it based on the sly smirk that played onto their lips. "you're lucky it's me you're staring, y'know. think about that next time you gawk at women while zoning out."

"i wasn't-.. shut up, i wasn't gawking!" he definitely was gawking.

"you stupid fuckin' nerd. come on, we have a meeting to get to."

spencer could live with this, keeping the pretty intern a daydream away so they could keep a good work friendship with their inside jokes and their movie nights they'll end up having, spencer sharing his love for kickstarts with [y/n] who will complain but drink them anyway... as long as they were in his life, he didn't quite care what they were, or what other people thought of them. he couldn't care less if he gave his feelings away in the fleeting touches when they returned a pen they borrowed and how he made it linger, or how he stared at them like they hung the stars in the sky just for him... he didn't need a picture perfect movie ending...

all that mattered was he was their stupid fuckin' nerd, where they liked (or knew) it or not.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 7

All right! Here's part 7. I hope you enjoy. I don't think I really have any opening notes to go over this time, so I'll just leave it there. Check out the ask game I posted yesterday if you're interested.

This week you get a bit more than usual at 1.6k words.

First, Previous

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“What was that you meant about me being Jazz’s second dead boyfriend?”

Over his surprised laughter, he heard Jazz’s groan from across the hall. Yeah, he really did like Jason more than Johnny.

“One of my former rogues, Johnny 13, pretended to be human and started dating Jazz for a period. He was trying to mold her body into a vessel for his equally dead girlfriend Kitty. He had a similar bad-boy vibe to you but was actually awful. We might be cool now, but I’m still pissed he did that.”

Jason blinked at him before a slow grin took over his face. “So Jazz has a history of bad choices, does she? She always acts like she’s always had it together.”

“Oh definitely not. No child raised by our parents could have it always together.”

“Jazz refuses to talk about your parents, will you tell me what they did?”

Before Danny could answer, Jazz shouted his name. “Danny! If you’re done apologizing to Jason, start helping me explain!”

Danny rolled his eyes to Jason. “Later, I suppose. Duty calls! Come on, you’ve got to have a lot of questions, dead boyfriend number two, and yours will get priority answers.”

Jason’s surprised laugh made him grin despite the deepening glares of the other Waynes.

Surprisingly, it was Duke who blurted out a question in a high, freaked-out voice first. “Why do you have a crown?”

Danny, who’d turned and took all of one step in the direction of the dining hall, paused and turned back around. “How can you see that?” And then he realized the ground was still littered with broken glass and ceramics. “Never mind. Later. Let me clean up the broken glass and stuff first. Least I can do.”

Bruce’s hand landed heavy on his shoulder. “No. You will answer our questions now.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no. Look, the short of it is that I died when I was fourteen because I was stupid. It didn’t take and now I’m only half dead. I have a ghost form and a human form and all the standard ghost powers. The main ones being invisibility”—he turned invisible for a moment—“intangibility”—Bruce’s hand fell through his shoulder—“and gravity manipulation.” He raised in the air until he was floating a foot above the floor. “I also have some more unique powers, such as ice.” With a wave of his hand, ice grew around the shards of glass.

Alfred and Duke quickly backed away from the mess, but once every piece of broken china was encased, the ice stopped growing.

“So, if you’ll just tell me where I can dispose of the shards, I’ll be happy to do it. And this way no one has to be at risk of hurting themselves cleaning broken glass. Plus I got up all the fine powder, too. No little bits that can barely be seen but will fuck up your vacuum cleaner.”

“A handy skill,” said Alfred before anyone else could speak. “I will lead you to the bins.” To the rest of the group, he said, “Jason, would you and Duke collect the desserts from the kitchen and set up the dining room? As it appears we are all allies here, there is no reason to have this conversation standing in a hallway when we could have it sitting down with good food.”

“Alfred—” started Bruce.

Only to be cut off by the butler. “Master Bruce, I will be quite safe with the young man, I am sure of it. Jason’s… ghost has explained a few things already.” Only the slight pause before the word ghost betrayed that the man wasn’t entirely at ease.

Tim stepped forward. “Let me come with you both, Alfred?”

With a put upon sigh, the man agreed. “Very well, Master Tim, if you must. Mr. Danny, please follow me.”

“Yes, sir.” Danny followed obediently, the ice floating along behind him with barely a thought.

“You don’t need to make any sort of gesture to control the ice?” asked Tim.

Danny shook his head. “Nah. It’s my ice. It’ll do what I want it to. Most ghost powers are based on thought and emotion, honestly.” They took another turn. His castle didn’t even have this many hallways.

“So when you said the ghosts in Amity, you meant that literally.” Tim acted like it was a revelation.

“Of course I did. Shortly after my accident, ghosts started attacking on a regular basis. Took years for me to get things under control and by that point I’d already failed out of high school.”

“But if it was so hard… why didn’t you call the Justice League?”

Danny threw back his head and gave a hysterical laugh. “And then have to fight an overshadowed Superman? Or, worse yet, speedster? No. No thank you. Never. A representative of Justice League Dark stopped by about six or eight months after I got my powers and I told him to keep everyone out of my haunt. He gave me a phone number in case I came across something I couldn’t handle. But I kept being able to handle it, so I never used the number.”

“Overshadowed?” asked Alfred, “I do not believe we know that term. Ah, here we are.” He opened a door that led outside to a drive where a collection of garbage bins sat. “That container there”—he pointed—“is for glass recycling. Will the ice leave the bin filled with water?”

“Not at all. It’ll be completely gone.” Danny had the ice hover over the bin and made it disappear slowly enough that the shards were released without any falling outside the container. No water remained to show how he had transported them.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Danny. Now, overshadowing?” he asked as he held the door open for the boys to precede him inside.

“Oh, um. It’s like possession. Ghosts can take over a living being’s body. But when we do, we don’t have access to memories or knowledge or anything. And after the ghost leaves, the human just doesn’t remember anything from the time they were overshadowed.”

“And is this another of those basic ghost powers you have?” Tim’s voice was hard.

“Yes,” Danny answered simply. “It feels gross, though, and I’ve only done it a handful of times. Ever. First on my dad to get out of some school trouble, but I kept making things worse. After that on my friends and Jazz, with permission, so we could document limitations and if it hurt humans. Far as we could tell, it doesn’t.”

“You sound like a very conscientious young man. I have no doubt you use your powers responsibly.”

Danny laughed. “I screwed up more than a few times before I found ghost mentors. And ghosts are always a little chaotic, so some messing around is not only expected but encouraged.”

Alfred smiled. “I’m sure we will love hearing some of those stories as we get to know you and Ms. Jasmine better.”

“I can’t… I can’t tell you everything. There’s far too much and so much of it just doesn’t matter on Earth that it’d be pointless to go into.”

Danny saw Tim open his mouth to speak, but Alfred cut him off before he could. “I only want to know one thing: will Jason be all right?”

Danny smiled in relief. “Yes. That I can promise. I don’t know for sure how best to help him, but I’ve some ideas and I’ll consult with my doctors. They’re the leading experts in human-ghost biology.”

“Then I am glad you came tonight and were able to notice something was wrong. Thank you.”

With a shrug, Danny just said, “It’s literally my job. This is what I do.” Up ahead, he could see the doorway back to the dining room.

“If it’s your job, how much do we owe you?” asked Tim.

That question brought Danny up short. “Owe me? What are you talking about?”

“If you’re doing this for work,” said Tim as they entered the dining room, “Then you need to be paid somehow. If not by us, then how?”

“What are you lying about now, Danny?” asked Jazz, shaking her head at Tim’s question.

“Nothing! Tim asked why I’m planning on helping Jason and, besides the fact that he’s dating you and I’ll obviously help, I just said it’s literally my job. You heard his reaction to that!”

Bruce grunted. “Then I suppose you know where your explanations should begin. What is your job? A full explanation this time, please.”

“Right, yes, I can totally do that. I’m so great at explaining things.”

Jazz snickered at that statement and Danny poked her as he sat down next to her. Tim and Alfred took their seats as well.

“Now, Mr. Fenton.”

Danny winced at the name. “Don’t call me that. I’m not allowed that name anymore.”

“Danny, your job,” repeated Bruce, face expressionless.

“Right. Um… Well, I do just kinda do whatever is necessary or find someone who can. Because, um, well, I’m… kinda the High King of the Infinite Realms? There’s a bunch more titles after that but I refuse to memorize them because ugh.”

Danny looked down at his plate, not wanting to see everyone’s reactions. Jazz must’ve made sure he got a piece of pie because it sat in front of him. It looked so good. Did they even know about the Infinite Realms? Justice League Dark members did, but did Batman? Jazz reached over and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

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Looks like Danny found another excuse to delay the interrogation! (I honestly forgot about the broken glass before Duke spoke up and asked about the crown. But I did always plan to have Danny clean it up.)

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Comments from DataLounge...

The video is so stagey and artificial.

It reminds me of nothing so much as a television ad for a medication--all it needed was a smooth jazz soundtrack and for an announcer to list possible dangerous symptoms after taking the medication.

Did you catch my “I’m just an innocent little girl happy to be with her loving family” act?

Pretty convincing, right?

Thanks for your support.

Here’s to a brighter tomorrow.

Agree with R13. The video is the moving image equivalent of Canva-generated "graphic design" for frauen who own hand-made candle shops. Or Taylor Swift's "Folklore" album.

The ending wasn't ominous. The woman doesn't want to go back to work full time, ever. Now she has the perfect excuse in perpetuity. The pointlessness and fakery of it probably gave her cancer in the first place.

You think raising two future Kings, a hyperactive brat and a pint-sized psychopath isn’t work?

Nice free trips for treatment, I drove myself to each and every treatment, just for spreading her legs for a good for nothing. Aren't we beyond this

They played this all wrong from the very beginning and then used cancer as a way to get out of the hole they dug for themselves and guilt people into feeling bad for questioning the way they handled this. All they had to do was follow Charles' example, but they didn't.

What is the point of discussing your cancer diagnosis and recovery but yet refusing to disclose the kind of cancer you have. The royal family are such weirdos to a degree. King Charles isn’t but the kids are. Shit is fkin weird and borderline offensive.

R59 But then why discuss it at all. What shame is there in the public knowing what type of cancer you have as we are championing and cheering for a rousing successful recovery. It could make someone having the same type of cancer have more hope. That’s because there is some type of pretension behind it and she probably got cancer from Prince William being a whore.

Anyone know if there is a GoFundMe page?

Glad she’s recovered. And that her sweet kids seem to be coping. Clearly she won’t be doing too much in the future beyond attending the mens Wimbledon final and her Christmas concert.

But that video is awful with the cheesy costume changes and organised frolicking. It’s like a commercial for a feminine hygiene product made to air on the Lifetime networked and edited with Canva.

In my eyes, Catherine, Princess of Wales hasn't set one high-heeled, nude color pumps foot wrong. I'm one of her biggest DL stans.

So, it's saying something when I agree with r13, r23, r62.

I think it would have been so much more effective if she had gone back to the same setting of where she announced her cancer and just as forthrightly said what she said here.

I enjoy cheapo Hallmark and Lifetime moves, the cornier, the better, but I don't want the same effect from a Kensington Palace announcement.

I'm surprised Catherine OK'd this, unless the presence of William and the children is meant to divert from more serious stuff that they absolutely want to keep private.

That's the only explanation I can think of for releasing this awkward treacle.

A few comments from the British peanut gallery:

Mawkish. I find it gross and insulting to the enormous health inequalities and struggles millions face. Nothing inspirational or touching about it at all.

I was waiting for William to say something really cringy while giving Kate a piggy back ride.

Oh my! It feels like an advert to join a cult, or for sanitary products in parts.

It’s an absolute self indulgent wank fest.

The video looks like the Twilight films.

Are William and Kate Scientologists now?

I think it was a “soft” way,of indicating to the public that she won’t return to public duties in the same way again. ----So she's going to do even less than before? Good grief.

R72 But you aren’t a public figure. They are releasing videos to be seen for mainstream consumption. There IS a difference.

R77 The British peanut gallery is right. This video is so tone death.

[quote]Why do you need to know?

No one needs to know. But notice how no one knows what type of cancer Charles has, but he's not getting the same kind of smoke. It's called understanding how to deal with the public and not whatever the fuck is going on at the Wales house.

King Charles is not milking his cancer the same way and he is 80 something years old. They are just so fraudulent and fake.

Here’s a little starter for those of you new to the “Die, Kate, die!” threads:

She is obviously wearing one of those new Post Chemo Thinned Hair Look wigs - she’s completely bald under there.

My neighbor’s veterinarian’s fuck buddy just finished chemo and looks terrible - it’s all a ploy for sympathy. There’s nothing wrong with her.

The whole family except Kate is wearing her signature color of blue. Coincidence? I think not! She is signaling either her imminent demise or divorce. Or both.

No skinny jeans for Kate in this video - only loose dresses. Can you say “permanent colostomy bag”?

Just found one site that said she had 90 public engagements in 2022. That means she had 75% of days of the year with zero public engagements. (or more than 75%, assuming some days had more than one stop...)

So "stepping back" from that low level of work is extreme privilege no matter how one looks at it. I don't begrudge her but she is not exactly hand in hand with the vast majority of cancer patients who still have to worry about paying the bills.

Campaigning for more paid leave and other support for ALL cancer patients might be a good project for her in the future.

R118, careful there! I said something similar in one of the other Kate threads and got ripped a couple new assholes.

[quote]So "stepping back" from that low level of work is extreme privilege no matter how one looks at it.

The Princess of Wales is extremely privileged??

**gasps in shock and surprise**

They released an overly produced three minute video. We are allowed to critique it. She could have sat on a bench and read a statement. Her choice.

I don’t think the video is that bad and I don’t think it’s receiving heavy criticism. I think it was designed for a fawning audience, and it shows.

[quote] I didn't like the part in the video where William is straddling her on the blanket and kissing her on the neck. That was tacky.

I missed that part. Straddling her is over the top.

[owmylasagna-blog]

oh nooo i'm sorry you're sick lasagna :( i'm glad your skates came though that's exciting!! i'll still hit you up for some headcanons if you feel like sharing 👀 id love to hear more of your lore for the eds' parents and perhaps bro...

i'm trying to think of my own indulgent headcanon to share that i haven't already told you 🤔 i will say that your use of shania twain in lps made me hc that edd would secretly be a big fan of hers. i know it's kinda ooc but it's really funny to me. he's a sap and her songs can be pretty sappy. there's also a lot of pedal steel in her music which automatically makes me think of him.

oh also will ed and may's wedding be included in lps?

Thanks! I appreciate the message ❤️ I’m so jazzed the skates came! I immediately did a little shimmy around my tiny ass apartment and might take them for a spin on my street once the rain clears up.

Hmmm time to rack my brain for some other headcanons for the Eds’ parents. Let’s see:

I wrote this in like me still but I think Edd’s parents get a divorce once he’s 18. I sort of hint at this but in my mind his folks are more amicable colleagues than romantic partners: not that they don’t care for each other, but they know pretty early on after having Edd that they are more friends than husband and wife. They do a lot of things out of obligation and respectability.

While I imagine most of the parents in the cul-se-sac to know one another (possibly even have grown up together - we love intergenerational beaf), Edd’s parents are an enigma and literally never socialize. This rubs most of their neighbors the wrong way, really pisses off Eddy’s parents, especially his mom, who takes it super personally (and probably rightfully so).

Sort of a popular one, but I also like the idea of Ed and Eddy’s dads being business partners selling used cars. Or actually, Ed’s dad sort of being Eddy’s dad’s superior 👀.

I think Eddy’s parents (I come them Eddy and Carmela, or Lina for short) are middle school sweethearts. Eddy Sr. threw rocks at Lina during 7th grade recess and she beat him with a fence post and the rest is history.

I imagine Ed’s parents having a pretty big age gap, with his dad being like 10 years older than his mom. We all agree Ed’s mom is a miserable housewife, right? And that his dad is a shellshocked vet? Yes?

Okay this is gonna start out sorta dark but stay with me: in college I read this book called Rampage: The Social Roots of School Shootings which informs a lot of my headcanons on Bro. No I don’t think he did anything THAT drastic, but the book outlined more the conditions that cause kids with mental illness to be ignored for the sake up upholding the community appearance if that makes sense? Sweeping concerning behavior under the rug to not raise concern or point fingers at the parents or adults for failing. I sort of see peach creak as a similar town.

@gettingfrilly wrote this too and much more eloquently I might add but I always thought both Bro and Eddy have undiagnosed ADHD.

I could go on but I’ll stop there for everyone’s sake. I get more into Eddy’s family in the next chapters of Ed is Thicker than Mud (;

Hahahaha no I love Edd being a Shania fan 😂 sometimes headcanons that are a little ooc add to the world building. Dude contains multitudes. I also like to imagine Edd’s taste in music being a strange mix of experimental obscure + borderline cheesy (I was just listening to the OST for Xanadu by Olivia Newton-John/ELO that makes me think of Edd for some reason). But I’ve never thought of connecting the pedal steel guitar in Shania Twain’s music with Edd. Maybe he can serenade Eddy… 😛

Yes! The EdMay wedding is meant to be the last chapter *cough* I mean. The thrilling conclusion. Heh. Though I imagine at least 4 more chapters between where I’ve left off and the end of the fic.

[love-to-love-puppies]

Been on a bit of a Family Breakfast kick so here are some headcanons from a fic I started that I may or may not actually finish. But in case I never do I wanted to share some of my thoughts on it with y'all, so here's a little something for the Dannymay 2023 free day. Enjoy!

Maddie and Jack are high school sweethearts and started dating when they were 14

When they started college they both were always very open about their sexualities and were not monogamous

As a result they developed a bit of a reputation

Between that and the 'ghost hunter' thing they didn't have an easy time making friends

Vlad met them separately and had no idea about said reputation. Jack was his biology partner, Maddie was his chemistry partner freshman year

He hit it off with both of them immediately and had a crush on Maddie from the beginning, though he didn't have a friendship with Jack outside of class-related stuff

He started dating Maddie shortly after they returned from winter break

He'd heard Jack mention his girlfriend Maddie, but it's a common name and he didn't actually think it was the same girlfriend. And the only times he'd been around Jack outside of class, were times Maddie wasn't there

Towards the end of the year Jack asks Vlad if he wants to be his roommate the following year

Jack absolutely considered Vlad his best friend in college and Vlad was surprised since they'd never actually hung out

But Vlad wasn't exactly great at making friends either and hadn't been getting along with his roommate, so he agreed

But they both decided it was probably a good idea to actually hang out and get to know each other outside of class first

Which is when he walks into the bar and realizes that Jack's girlfriend Maddie is his girlfriend Maddie

He makes an excuse to leave and confronts her about it after class the next day

Maddie and Jack had both assumed he knew and had assumed the other one told him

Once it was established that there was no cheating or hurt feelings, things continue on

InexperiencedVirgin!Vlad

He'd had been raised in a very strict household where non-monogamy and homosexuality would not have been tolerated, so Jack and Maddie had a lot to teach him

But because of how he was raised he fought hard against it when he began to realize he was developing feelings for and attraction to Jack

Jack had been kind of shamelessly flirting with him from the beginning (because he shamelessly flirted with everyone) and eventually Vlad started to reciprocate

He was finally forced to admit his feelings for Jack during their sophomore year, and they began dating too, in secret, because Vlad was absolutely terrified of what his father would do if he found out

The three of them maintained their relationship the remaining years of undergrad and through their PhD program

The portal was their final dissertation project (meaning Vlad never actually got his PhD because of the accident, but Jack and Maddie did)

After the accident, Vlad was in quarantine the entire time he was in the hospital but no one told him that, so Jack and Maddie could not go see him

Maddie found out she was pregnant with Jazz a week after Vlad was admitted to the hospital, not knowing who's she was (yeah, yeah, I know the date on the newspaper. I'm choosing to ignore that tiny aspect of canon). If we assume that the year on yearbook was from their senior year of undergrad, the math can make sense

Vlad was in the hospital for 14 months (so he's a bit dramatic when he says 'all those years in the hospital')

Maddie and Jack reach out the minute Vlad is released, because in truth they'd never stopped trying to see him. A very pregnant Maddie had been dragged out of the hospital by security for trying to skirt around them

But Vlad had been stewing on the fact that his partners had abandoned him for over a year. And he found out they were married before they had the chance to tell him about why they'd gotten married

They'd only gotten married because they couldn't afford to take care of Jazz without help and Jack's family wouldn't provide any financial support unless they got married so that Jazz wouldn't be born out of wedlock

But regardless, he blows up on them and refuses to speak to them after, and his behavior is so extreme and honestly terrifying that Maddie and Jack make the decision not to tell him about Jazz, afraid of what he might do

Cannon takes over from here and Vlad had needed someone to blame and managed to suppress most of his feelings for Jack and accidentally turned him into the villain of his life

Jazz had been held back, not because of her intelligence but because she was a little socially behind, so Vlad assumed she was 17, not 18 based on her class year and had never thought to check when her actual birth year was or considered that she might be his

Vlad still has panic attacks whenever he goes to the doctor and seeks therapy to stop that, realizing that he actually didn't remember much of his time at the hospital

The therapist leads him through EMDR and a bunch of sexy memories of Jack and Maddie but mostly Jack start coming back, because those were the ones he'd repressed the most (He couldn't both love and hate Jack, so his brain had picked the less painful option)

But he's still no closer to actually unlocking the memories in the hospital and finding the cause of his panic attacks so his therapist recommends he reach out to the doctor who treated him

The doctor not only reveals that Vlad was under strict quarantine the entire time, but that Maddie and Jack had been in the waiting room every single day. And that Maddie was very pregnant during that time

Vlad realizes he fucked up. Big time. His partners had never abandoned him and everything he'd led himself to believe for the past eighteen years was a lie and that he deeply misses them both and that he was still in love with them

He realizes that he needs to tell them the truth. Like, all of it. Everything he had done and apologize for it, knowing full-well they may never forgive him

He actually goes to Danny first to apologize and warn him, because he cannot tell the whole truth without also exposing him

Naturally Danny is not thrilled about it but Vlad is clearly not asking for his permission so he prepares himself for the inevitability of his parents knowing the truth

Vlad goes to apologize and tells Maddie and Jack the whole truth and Danny's secret is revealed in the process

Jack forgives Vlad immediately

Maddie...needs a few minutes

But eventually she does decide to forgive him

They also have also known Jazz was Vlad's since practically the moment she was born and tell him as much

He asks them for the opportunity to make things right and prove he's still the man they fell in love with and...maybe fall in love again

And Maddie and Jack who really never stopped loving him, despite everything that happened, decide to give him the chance

Hope you enjoyed it! Like I said, I may or may not ever actually finish the fic but feel free to use any and all of these ideas in your own

[harrysweasleys]

trick or treat, freak // e.m

summary: eddie coming over to yours to help you hand out candies to trick or treaters. and yes, he definitely forced you to wear couple’s costumes

warnings: none i think! let me know if ive missed one :)

a/n: just a little blurb that i wrote trying to get back into the writers mindset y’know :) anyways hope u all enjoy it and happy halloween!!

Halloween was undoubtedly one of the best nights of the year. I mean, the atmosphere, the candies, the spookiness, how could anyone dislike it?

Hawkins went all out for the holiday. We’re talking decorating city hall, pumpkins at the end of every street, and even one of those giant inflatable skeletons near the heart of the town. You guessed it helped get people into the spirit, help persuade people to go get dressed up and ring door to door.

Your parents always said it was a capitalist thing — make people buy candies, support the economy. All that jazz. But you know what? To put a smile on someone’s face and stuff your own with candy — you weren’t going to sit here and deny the holiday joy. Of course not.

So here you were, October 31st, with your little witch hat on as Eddie sat next to you, devil horns on his head, leather jacket tight, and his arm around you as you both waited for the next wave of trick or treaters. He had asked — no, insisted — that you guys go as the devil and a witch.

She’s his lover, Eddie would argue when you said it wasn’t necessarily a couple’s costume. You weren’t sure he really grasped the concept but he seemed so thrilled with the idea of seeing you in a little black dress and a pointy hat that you had to just cave in and agree.

You had worn the same costumes the night before at Steve’s party and had both gotten compliments so you guessed they did the trick.

“I think we should close up for the night,” Eddie yawned, leaning further into the couch as Halloween played on TV, tossing a handful of popcorn mixed with m&ms into his mouth, “That way we can just have a movie night and y’know, selfishly keep the candies to ourselves.”

“Eds, it’s not even seven o’clock,” you shook your head as you let out a laugh, playfully whacking him across the chest as you reached for the popcorn, “Aren’t you a bore?”

He rolled his eyes, “It’s about principles, princess. Less children, more candy for us.” He waved his hand in the air as he spoke, trying to prove his point.

“Principles?” you repeated, raising your eyebrows, “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about. Do you really wanna be the one house on the street that’s closed? Come on. How boring would we be?”

As if knowing you were right, he scoffed. Eddie, of all people, dismissing Halloween? You wouldn’t stand for it.

“Fine,” he gave in after practically zero hesitation, “I guess we can stay open a bit longer.”

“A bit, huh?”

He scooted closer, knees brushing against yours and his head falling onto your shoulder. His soft curls fell against your collarbones and the skin of your neck, sending goosebumps nearly all over your body. You really couldn’t understand how people were scared of him. This guy? Here? Impossible.

“Yeah,” he sighed, taking another handful of the popcorn and tossing it into his mouth.

Ding, dong!

A grin made its way to your lips as your shot up, adjusting your dress, and making your way to the door, grabbing Eddie’s hand and having him trail behind you.

Though he said he wanted to just stay in with you, he couldn’t deny the childish bubble of excitement that was bursting from him, the grin on his lips that showed off his gorgeous dimples. You could see right through him. He loved this.

Just the two of you, on a night that’s infamous for being scared and cuddling up to soothe that fear. Eddie was living for it.

You swung the door open to be greeted with a group of nearly six kids, all under the age of eight, dressed in all sorts of costumes. A classic ghost, some zombies, an angel, and another little girl dressed as the devil. She looked adorable, little red horns atop her head of curly hair.

She spotted Eddie and her eyes lit up, pointing at him and whispering to the woman who was holding her.

“Trick or treat!” they all asked in somewhat unison — not in unison at all, actually, you were only being kind — and held out their goodie bags.

They were all kind, thanking you and smiling bashful smiles each time they felt the weight of their bags getting heavier. You remember that feeling as a kid — the oh, yeah, more candy for me kind of feeling. The my parents will be paying for the dentist bill kind of feeling.

You both grabbed a bunch and tossed them into reach remaining bag until only the little girl with the devil horns was left.

Eddie leaned towards her, muttered a, “great costume,” and gave her the bag of candies. The sight warmed your heart, if you were being totally honest.

A massive, toothless grin made its way onto her lips and she giggled, waving at Eddie as the family made their way to the house next door.

“See? You seem to be loving this,” you pointed your finger to his chest, looking up at him with an mischievous look in your eyes. The dimples were still prominent, and he didn’t even try to argue.

He just lifted your hand, pressed a kiss to the top of it, gave you a wink, and walked back to the couch.

Bastard.

He was such a tease. Of course he would be while you were wearing what he called his favourite dress. But he really was a teasing little shit sometimes.

“So much for let’s close up early, huh?” you shot, taking a seat next to him on the couch and linking your arms with his, “We’d be missing all the fun.”

“You’re my fun,” he looked up at you with those big eyes of his, wiggling his eyebrows as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple.

One thing people didn’t know was that Eddie was an absolute corndog.

But hey, he was your corndog, so you didn’t mind people not knowing.

“Shut up, you,” you rolled your eyes, shuffling even closer to him — if that was possible.

Yeah, you really liked Halloween.

[wherekatewritesthings]

another Eddie thought™

@corrodedhawkins Melissa this is for you *smooches* I hope it doesn't suck I'm tipsy kinda and it's past 2am so ofc unedited, unbetaed, mistakes are all mine and all that jazz ✨

this is 7.7k words of where the fuck did that come from

SMUT, minors dni!!!, fingering, slight perv!Eddie if you squint?

***

It's been a long week for you and it's only Tuesday. You kinda don't want to go to the hideout after the absolutely atrocious day you just had, but you know that your best friend Eddie would pout at you for days if you don't show up so after getting home from work you literally grab the first clean thing that isn't work clothes off the floor, snag your leather jacket and make your way to corroded coffins favourite (and only) venue to play.

There's a few more people than usual hanging around and after not having eaten much during the day the large beer you get makes you feel pretty light - headed in an instant. You sway to the music and smile up at Eddie a few times, but tiredness is already creeping up to you and you can feel exhaustion seep into your bones. But it's tuesday, so it's eddie day, and you really can't bail on him, you see him too little anyways ever since starting that office job as a junior secretary in training. So you stifle a yawn and push through it, hoping Eddie doesn't notice, but ofc he does. It's the reason he is extra speedy packing up after they've played their set and it's the reason he softly stirs you through the trailer by your shoulders upon arrival, in a beeline to his room. Where you plop down on the bed and just sit there, kinda staring into nothing while he rummages around the room, putting away this and that. When he is finally done and comes back to you, your eyes are almost closed, that's how tired you are.

And you're tense, in your shoulders and your back. "long day?", he asks in that soft voice of his and you can just nod, hiding another yawn behind your hand. "Let's go to sleep then shall we" you agree with a vague noise, but don't move the tiniest bit. "princess, you gotta help me a little here if you wanna go to bed." instead of an answer, you raise your arms above your head and mutter a small "please". Eddie is unsure at first, but then leans in and peels your hoodie off of you, as gently as possible. Your head with ruffled hair appearing from underneath it makes him chuckle regardless. He thinks that's it, but your arms go up in the air again. "off, please", you mutter, and he coule swear his heart is going a hundred beats a minute. Your T-Shirt has ridden up already and he can see the pale skin of your tummy. He can feel his hands get slightly clammy... And his jeans uncomfortably tighten.

His best friend is asking him to help undress them. The same best friend he's been having a crush on for an eternity. The same best friend he never quite closes his eyes on when they have to change infront of him. Oh, god. He will spontaneously combust, he knows it. Still, he bites down on his lip and makes work of your shirt. As soon as he sees your bra he averts his eyes. They land on a clean version of his hellfire shirt and he leans forward, grabs and shoves it into your direction in one swift motion, not daring to look your way especially as he hears more rustling that sounds like the last garment coming off (and a shirt being pulled on), in fear he might die on the spot if he sees your bare tits right in front of his face. When you softly squeeze his shoulder, his face has turned a pinkish lightish red and his skin feels too hot for his liking. "help?" you mumble, eyes already drooping again, pointin to your skin tight jeans. No way. Fuck.

He will not manage to peel those off of you without busting a nut, he's sure of that. Your body is radiating warmth and he wants to bask in it and die right there. Nevertheless, he does the job... kneeling before you, like one of those medieval knights from the fantasy romance novels you like to read. When his eyes make contact with your knee he has to surpress the sudden urge to kiss it. Then, the black garment joins the others on the floor and he sits up again to tower over you. You look up, blink, and then wince. "what's wrong, princess?" - " 'm sore, Eds. All tense and tight." an inappropriate thought runs through his mind at 'tight' and he tries to shake it off. He can't, he really can't think of his best friend that way, but he feels that every glance from you is just pulling him further in, moving him closer to the edge of crossing a line. And fuck it, he might just do it tonight. Your big doe eyes are the last straw, when yoh quietly ask him to give your shoulders a bit of a knead. Nothing more. But it's enough to do him in for good.

His calloused fingers are like magic to your sore muscles, prodding and pulling and making the tension dissipate. You're too far gone into your sleepy haze for any kind of self-control, so the moan that slips past your lips when Eddie hits a particularly sore spot goes uncommented, but it does things to him you don't even know about (yet). He wants to scream and he wants to bite the soft skin of your neck and he has to angle his hips away awkwardly from his position sitting open legged behind you, or you will notice what's going on with him. He's hard, and he's leaking, and he wishes you would fall asleep so he could scramble away to get some relief. It's bad enough he has to do that. You should not realize your best friend wants to fuck you desperately.

As soon as he stops and comes to sit beside you again, you fall back into the pillows with a soft 'umph', brain halfway in dreamland again already. But Eddies hands on you were so nice and your legs hurt as well, so you half-hapharzadly put both his hands there and -

something within him seems to just snap. He's leaning close into your body, he can see the tiny wet patch on your dark blue panties that's probably there for other reasons than arousal, but it still turns him on immensely. He kneads and tugs at the soft flesh of your thighs and you sigh, melting into his touch. You don't object his slowly, ever so slowly creeping hands, higher and higher up they go, and when four of his fingers hook into your waistband and pull down the soft cotton, no word of ill will can be heard from you. There's a small gasp when his slender fingers first make contact with your clit, and you moan in that delicate way once more when he gently pushes one into you, and then another. He gets you worked up good, and your body reacts, but your brain is already on the way to nirvana. A third finger added to the mix is pushing you closer to the brink, he can tell from the way you're tensing up around him, from the shudders running through you. Ragged breathing and the wetness of your cunt are the only sounds and it feels forbidden, seeing you like that. Maybe it was Adam who really tasted the forbidden fruit, he thinks to himself. Because the sight in front of him is sweet torture, heavenly sin in the best way and he knows he will be going to hell for replaying this memory in the future to get off to.

Eddie repeatedly hits that good spot inside of you then, the one that makes you see stars and you unravel like a loose thread, whispering his name over and over like a prayer, pussy pulsing.

Before you've come down completely from your high, you're already fast asleep. Eddie can't stop staring at you and he's so enamoured that he notices he's come in his pants only after a couple of minutes of just laying there, spaced out. He softly tugs a stray strand of hair behind your ear, then slides off the bed to clean himself up in the bathroom. The night is a restless one for him, while you sleep undisturbed, one hand grasping his shirt and your face finding the most perfectly shaped hiding spot in the crook of his neck. Your breath is warm on his skin and he swears you're not lightly snoring, it's an angel sighing.

He's gonna be in big trouble, his heart's already lost to you, now he will never get rid of the mental image of you orgasming, burned to the inside of his eyes. It's glorious and wrong and it frightens him... cause he realizes he loves you, right then on the spot. And if he can't see you doing that glorious thing again, he might die. Fucking hell.

[spectacled-renegade-writes]

An Early Start - Chapter 11 - Danny Phantom

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Ao3 Description: The accident that turns Danny half-ghost happens when he is four years old and leaves him trapped in the Ghost Zone. Clockwork finds him and takes him in to raise. But what happens when Clockwork sends Danny back to the human-world ten years later when a permanent portal appears?

Chapter 11:

A week after his return, as the media began to die down and move on to the next hot thing at the moment, his parents sat him down with Jazz at the kitchen table. “Now, Danny,” Maddie began. “Your father and I were talking and well… we were wondering how you would feel about going to school?”

Without a single moment of hesitation Danny agreed, nodding enthusiastically. It surprised all of them. Danny on the other hand couldn’t be happier. He realized during his second night here, after trying and failing to get to sleep, that he did not like being in this house, and it was even worse when Jazz wasn’t home. Two days after his return she went back to school, leaving him behind. Danny could not stand the atmosphere of the house so he tried to spend most of his days flying around the city, mapping it out in his mind. The only problem with that was keeping track of the time, since he had all those appointments, which meant a lot of the time he was just stuck here, sitting in his room, reading books Jazz lent him.

“You want to go to school?” Jazz asked.

Danny nodded again and wrote: I think it will be good. For once it seemed like he said the right thing because this time she smiled, an excited glint in her eyes.

“I was actually thinking the same thing!” She exclaimed. “I think normalcy will do you a lot of good! No better way to rejoin society than to be a normal kid.”

Danny thought the term "rejoining" society was funny. He’d never joined it in the first place. He found himself smiling from amusement at the thought but they took it as him agreeing to Jazz’s statement.

“Alrighty then, Danny-o!” Jack said. “We’ll go down to the school tomorrow and get everything squared away. You can start on Monday!”

Danny nodded.

-

Come Monday Danny realized his huge error. He didn’t know school was so… cramped. The hallways were narrow and filled with people, worse than the mall, and there seemed to be no place to just take a breath. The atmosphere hit him the moment he walked through the front doors. He stood there, in his new outfit, black jeans and a white t-shirt, with a baggy blue hoodie and maroon sneakers, an outfit as normal as anyone else’s, but still felt like he stood out like a sore thumb. Jazz took him by the arm and gently lead him to the office. When they arrived, Danny watched as every set of eyes fell on him. Everyone in the office was looking at him, he knew they’ve all heard of him. Jazz paid no mind as she held on to him and kept going, making their way to the principal’s office.

Inside, a professional looking woman sat behind a large desk with a nameplate reading, “Principal Ishiyama”. She greeted them warmly. “Jazz, Daniel, I’ve been expecting you. Please, take a seat.”

Danny glanced at Jazz and Jazz corrected her for him. “He goes by Danny.” She said as they both sat down.

“Danny, wonderful,” Principal Ishiyama clapped her hands together. “Well, there’s no point dillydallying, let’s get down to business. I have been informed of your situation and personally passed on that information to all of your teachers. So, all of them know not to call on you in class.” She opened a drawer and rifled through it for a moment before pulling out a small stack of papers, and passed them to Danny. “Those papers include your class schedule, locker number and combination, as well as a list of extracurricular activities we have after school, should you be interested.” Danny rifled through them as she spoke. “Oh, and the page at the bottom has the schedule of our school counselor. I know you’ve been through a lot so if you feel overwhelmed, you can see him within his hours, that is if he’s not with another student, or you can go to the school nurse.”

Danny had the feeling this woman was less of the emotional type and more of the proactive type. She opened another drawer and pulled out two pink slips of paper, and signed them both. “Here are your hall passes,” Principal Ishiyama said, passing one to each of them. “Jazz will give you a tour of the school and afterward, send you to class.” Danny glanced at his sister. She didn’t notice, to busy listening to the principal’s words. “Well,” Ishiyama said, gesturing with both hands toward the door. “Off you go then.”

Danny felt dazed as he left the office with Jazz. Everything here seemed so… structured? Constricting? Both words seemed correct. He wondered if this wouldn’t be better than the house after all. “Danny?” Jazz placed a hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”

Was he okay? He didn’t feel okay. He looked down the oh-so-narrow hallway then back to his sister. He nodded anyway.

“Okay, then,” she smiled gently. “Let’s start the tour.”

The tour itself took twenty minutes as she showed him each hallway and classroom. They took another ten minutes going through his exact route for the day, so it would be easier for him to memorize. Afterward, she showed him to his locker. “This is where you will store your things when you’re not using them,” Jazz explained. The function of the lockers were quite obvious but after the dressing room incident, and another similar incident with a crosswalk later on, she began explaining simple things that she thought he might not know. Danny appreciated the gesture, even if sometimes he did know what she was talking about. “Now,” Jazz said. “Putting in your locker combination is weird, so let me show you.” It took a few tries but Danny managed to get it, and he found himself wanting to understand the intricacies of the lock's weird mechanism. He wished he could ask Clockwork.

Eventually, the time came to drop him off at class. Jazz walked him to his room and stopped outside. “Okay,” she said, adjusting his coat on his shoulders. “This is it. Now, remember what I told you. When you go in, hand your hall pass to the teacher. If you have a question or comment while sitting at your desk, make sure to raise your hand first and let the teacher call on you. What else… oh, right, if you need to go to the bathroom then you have to raise your hand to ask that too, you can't just leave.” She seemed to be stalling now. They both knew there was nothing left for her to say. She reached forward and gave him a hug. “Okay, then. Be safe, have fun, and make some friends.”

Danny pretended not to see the tears in her eyes as he turned to the door. He took a deep breath and opened it. Once inside, the teacher, who had been talking, stopped when he saw Danny enter. He looked at Danny. The whole class looked at Danny. Danny could not remember a single moment in his life when he had so many eyes on him. As he walked over to the teacher he heard someone whisper, “Hey, isn’t that the ghost boy?”

“That kid who like, came back from the dead or something, it totally is!”

“I heard he was a victim of human trafficking or something.” A third person whispered.

“Whatever happened to him, he seems weird.” Said a fourth.

Danny tried his very best to ignore them and kept his eyes dead ahead as he made his way to the teacher. He reached the man, who was bald and had a gut, and dutifully handed him the pink slip of paper. “Ah, Mr. Fenton,” the teacher said. “I’ve been expecting you. I’m Mr. Lancer.” He pointed to an empty seat in the middle of the second row from the front and said, “You may take the empty seat next to Miss Manson right there, and I will bring you your paperwork.”

Danny nodded, and felt every eye on him in the dead silent room as he made his way to his seat. He kept his eyes trained directly on the floor in front of him and didn’t dare look up even as he sat. Mr. Lancer resumed his lecture as he went to rifle through his own desk, looking for everything Danny needed. Moments later another small stack of papers appeared before him. Danny busied himself looking through them until he heard a quiet, “Psst.”

Danny glanced to his left. That girl, Manson, was looking at him. She glanced down at her lap and Danny looked too, and saw a note she wanted to pass him. She quickly reached out and he just as quickly grabbed it. He unfolded it and it read, I’m Sam. Danny pulled out a pencil and wrote back, I’m Danny. He waited until the teacher wasn’t looking before passing it back. He wondered why the adults at school were people to be feared. It was another human custom he did not understand. Moments later, Sam passed the note back. Wanna sit with my friend and me at lunch? Danny looked up and saw her gesture with her head to the guy sitting behind her. That hat… Danny realized he’s seen these people before. His first day back, at the thrift store, he saw them in line behind Jazz. Right now the guy wasn’t paying attention, he was looking at something in his lap. Danny turned back to Sam and nodded. Sam smiled and flashed him a thumbs up.

After class Danny made his way back to his locker to get the proper textbook for his next period. As he zipped his backpack two large guys, two of the people whispering about him in class, appeared on either side of him. “Hey, ghost kid!” The blond one said, not so kindly. “So, is it true? Were you like human trafficked or something?”

Danny didn’t know what that meant. Of course he said nothing.

“I don’t know, Dash,” said the other, just as condescending as the first. “He seems too wimpy to have come back from that. He probably just ran away.”

Danny looked between the two and wondered if he was supposed to feel intimidated.

“Well, Kwan, if he’s a wimp,” said the blond one now known as Dash, and he hit his fist into his palm. “Then he needs to know what we do to wimps at this school.”

“Leave him alone!”

Danny looked over and saw Sam stalking toward them.

“Oh yeah, geek?” Dash challenged. “What are you going to do about it?”

Danny could tell from her facial expression that she already knew she had the upper hand. “Oh, I don’t know,” she mocked. “Just show everyone that picture I took of you at the movie theater last week, crying at that dumb chick flick.”

It definitely did the trick because Dash’s face went completely red, both in anger and embarrassment. He rounded on Danny, stuck a finger in his chest, and growled, “This isn’t over, ghost boy.” Danny watched him and his friend stomp off down the hall. He turned back to Sam and gave her a single nod in thanks.

“Those guys are jerks. Are you okay?” She asked. But Sam didn’t get to receive a response because the bell rang. They both looked up then back at each other. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

Danny watched as Sam walked off. He wondered why she was even talking to him in the first place, she didn’t know him and no one else was talking to him. She was… odd. But it wasn’t a bad thing.

-

Come lunchtime, Danny entered the cafeteria with the bagged lunch Jazz packed him that morning. The cafeteria was both the loudest room of all and the most crowded. But, he still liked it better than class, because at least here he had a bit more freedom. Danny knew that particular quirk would take the longest to get used to.

Of course he had rules to follow when he was with Clockwork but they were nothing as strict as this.

“Danny!” Danny looked over and saw Sam waving to him from a table in the corner, her friend sitting across from her. He was glancing between the two of them. Danny made his way over. “Glad you could make it.” She said as he sat next to her. “This is Tucker.”

Danny nodded at him.

“Strong silent type, huh? You don’t see a lot of those around these parts.” Tucker said.

Strong silent? Danny shook his head. They watched him pull out that small notebook from his pocket and begin to write, before flipping it around so they could see. I guess so… I can’t speak.

They seemed caught off guard for only a moment before Tucker spoke up again. “No worries, man. You know sign language? Sam and I do.”

Excitement immediately bubbled to the surface and Danny smiled for the first time since entering the school. He pushed aside his notebook and lifted his hands. “You guys are the first people I met who do!”

“Not surprising,” Sam said. “There’s not much diversity in this town.”

Danny tilted his head. “Then how do you guys know it?”

“Caught a nasty ear infection a few years ago.” Tucker explained. “It was pretty bad and I lost my hearing for a couple of days. It was only temporary but I remembered how frustrating it was the whole time. Once I got better, I decided to learn it so the world could be a little less frustrating for others, and Sam decided to learn with me.”

“It’s come in handy a few times,” Sam added. “Not just for communication but also when we want to talk trash about someone in front of them.”

Danny snorted.

“So,” Tucker said. “Is it like a medical thing or do you just not like to talk?”

“Tucker!” Sam chastised. “You can’t just ask someone that.”

Danny merely waved it off because he didn’t mind. It felt so nice to be able to talk to someone again so freely, it felt like he gained back a little bit of his freedom. His expression grew thoughtful as he answered, “Medical, I guess? It’s a long story but I haven’t been able to talk since I was four.”

Danny saw the way they exchanged glances at that. In that moment he realized they knew his story, too. He was four when he disappeared. All at once he grew uncomfortable again and began to fidget with the zipper on his jacket, but the tension didn’t last long because Tucker broke the silence with a chipper attitude. “Well, it’s a good thing you have us now. We can be your dutiful translators!”

Danny thought back to a Christmas three years ago. “Like, friends?”

“Not like friends,” Sam said. “Friends. Tucker and I decided you’re cool so you’re part of the squad now. Deal with it.”

Danny smiled and looked to Tucker. “Hey, whatever the lady says, goes. You’ll learn soon enough that arguing with her is a futile venture,” he winked.

Okay, then. Friends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ao3 Notes: Sam and Tucker have finally entered the story! I wanted at least someone that Danny could freely communicate with and who better than his friends? Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a lovely day/night!

[redwolfqueen19]

Owl house/amphibia headcannon idea:

- scene shows Luz sat in a therapists office foot tapping anxiously as she finishes telling the therapist everything that happened in the boiling isles -

“…and once Belos and the Collector were defeated my mom and Eda agreed I should talk to someone about everything that happened, apparently overthrowing an evil witch-hunting emperor and stopping a super powered child from killing you and everyone you love gives you a lil bit of trauma” Luz chuckles awkwardly doing some shaky jazz hands as she says the word trauma.

She sighs, all the nervous energy seems to dissapear as she deflates inward. Her Palisman nudges her cheek and curls up in her lap offering support, it wears a small hand sewn red vest with various patches on it and the words ‘SERVICE ANIMAL’ written in bold. Luz strokes the small creature and takes a deep breath before continuing.

“I know it sounds unbelievable but it’s true, there is a demon realm and magic is real and I know you probably don’t believe me or even know how to help me but it does feel good to tell someone about it all without feeling guilty about burdening them with my problems. Don’t get me wrong my friends are great, my mum has been so supportive and my girlfriend amity has really helped! But I just feel like I can’t talk to them honestly about it all because they all have their own problems going on ya know?”

Luz shakes her head smiling bashfully

“Well I suppose you don’t know, I mean no offence, but what would you know about alternate dimensions and evil overlords”

Luz finally looks up at her therapist expecting laughter or worry to be on the others face, I mean any other person would think she’s insane. All this talk of draining spells and demons would make anyone think that she’d lost her mind. However instead of seeing judgement or shock, she sees the woman opposite her smiling at her warmly albeit with a knowing look in her eye.

“Luz I think it sounds like you have a brilliant support network in place, and although you should never feel like you are burdening your friends and family I’m glad that you reached out and are trying to get extra support, it’s a really hard step to take and asking for help can be really scary so I want you to know how proud I am of you. I think we will end todays session here as it is only an introductory one, next week we can delve into it a bit more deeply if your comfortable with that?”

Luz nods looking relieved and a little drained and gathers her belongings.

“Oh and kiddo?”

Luz turns back and looks at the other woman

“My alternate realm trip envolved frogs not demons, and I’m well versed in evil overlords”

The therapist winks at a very stunned Luz, the younger girl opens her mouth a million questions on the tip of her tongue when her phone buzzes letting her know her mum is outside waiting for her. She looks back at the older woman seeming conflicted, the therapist just grins back and winks.

“A story for another time kid, now scram I’ll see you in our next session”

Luz grins back, feeling a little more hopeful and a little eager for the next appointment. Her palisman sits on her shoulder and gives the therapist a little wave goodbye as they turn to leave the office.

“Oh almost forgot thank you for the session Dr Waybright!”

Luz says , she looks at her therapist seeing the woman in a whole new light. She wonder if the scar on her cheek was gained the same way she gained her own scars. Luz notices for the first time the little toad and frog memorabilia scattered around the room. Did they represent companions? Palisman? Did that realm even have palisman? She shakes her head a little, stopping her little thought spiral, looking at the woman again she also notices two pride pins on the blonde’s jacket. The bisexual flag makes her grin as does the polyamorous flag. The older woman clears her throat and raises her eyebrow at Luz seeming amused at the scrutiny in which she is being examined with. The girl squeaks embarrassedly, flushing red and mutters out an apology. She turns and tries to bolt for the door, tho in typical clumsy fashion she smacks straight into it. She turns back to face the concerned woman before nervously rushing out a quick goodbye and all but running out of the office.

Dr Waybright shakes her head smiling to herself, she picks up her notebook and places it on her desk before turning to look at the framed photo sitting next to her laptop. She picks it up, lovingly tracing the faces of her two girlfriends, Marcy Wu and Anne Boonchuy. Her phone buzzes with an incoming group call.

“Speak of the devil”

Sasha mutters to herself before accepting the call.

“Hey girls…yeah I’m doing good…yeah new client…she reminds me a little of both of you…apparently we aren’t the only ones to travel dimensions…Mar Mar you know I can’t talk about it, client confidentiality and all that but maybe one day I’ll bring her to meet you guys, I think it would help her to know others have gone through something similar to her…no no frogs Boonchuy apparently it was demons and witches…yeah I’m still on for date night tonight I’ll see you girls in a bit….yes I love you both too”

Sasha rolls her eyes affectionately then hangs up and grabs her bag. She knows her girlfriends have tons of questions but that they respect that there isn’t much she can talk about and that they will wait until the kid feels comfortable enough to open up to more people about it.

“Witches and demons huh, amphibia is starting to look not so bad after all”

She smiles to herself and closes the door to her office behind her.

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Notes:

Hey so had this idea one night and needed to write it down. I believe that owl house takes place towards the end of the 10 years later gap at the end of amphibia as on the news at the airport the reporter talks about the “frog girl hoax” which is the same headline we see on Camilla’s iPad at the end of season 2 of owl house when Luz returns home. Which makes me totally believe that at some point after whatever is gonna happen in season 3 Luz and Sasha meet as therapist and patient and maybe the gang meet the rest of the older girls too!

Anyway thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed!