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rottedghuleh · 7 months ago

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Deadly Prank - Danny Johnson x F! Reader

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Setting: It's Halloween night and you're home alone when you get a prank call from your roommate Danny.

Warnings: NSFW, Minors do not interact! Fingering (f! receiving), some knife play, tit play, vaginal sex, smut.

A/N: This is probably going to be my first time actually posting a fanfic on here. It's going to be kinda slow, not going straight into the NSFW. I've been writing for awhile, just never got around to actually posting. Anyways, sorry for the steaming, hot sin and I'm open to requests!

"It's Halloween night! C'mon, you're supposed to be dressing up and going partying!" Your friend was almost mocking you through the phone. You had decided not to go to the Halloween party that night due to your ex possibly being there. He caused enough shit for you and you already made an agreement with him that you would never be around him again. Not really an agreement, but more of a promise because he wouldn't dare even agree with you on boundaries. "I don't want to go. You already know why." Your voice was sharp when speaking, you wanted to get your opinion across your friends thick skull.

"Find then, puss. I'll make sure to send you some pics from the party." And with a click, it was silent again, she had hung up on you yet again out of not getting her way. You settled back on the couch, flicking through the various channels on the television. Most of the channels were playing horror movies and classic slasher films since it was Halloween day. Besides Hallmark, playing the cheesey romance Halloween romcoms that they always played. With an annoyed sigh, you tossed the remote onto the floor, settling on watching Rob Zombie's version of Halloween. A wonderful version of the classic.

Everything seemed perfect for a moment, you, a good movie, a soft blanket, and popcorn. The smaller moments of peace are what made you happy when your roommates weren't around. All of that was instantly ruined when your phone started that annoying ass buzzing again. You almost put it on mute until you caught the glimpse of your friends name from earlier and her profile picture popping up. She was calling again? Usually when she got pissy, she wouldn't talk to you again. Maybe this time it was an actual apology instead of a "fuck you, I hate you" from her.

"What do you want?" You answered after making her wait until the last second before the call went straight to voicemail. Because if she was going to be petty, so were you. You turned the phone on speaker, resting it against your chest as you turned your attention to the TV.

Nothing. Silence.

The call was just silent. Maybe just a butt dial? "Hey! You there, asshole!" You yelled into the phone, knowing that when you did that, you pissed her off. Still nothing, but in some sort of response, heavy breathing. It sounded like the breathing was coming from one of those cheap, plastic Halloween masks that scare actors would wear at scare attractions. This was probably a prank. It was probably one of the guys your friend hooked up with messing around with you. "Very funny. Call me when-" You were cut off by a wet sound from the other side of the call.

It sounded like someone had spilled water on the floor, or your friend had booty called you while she was puking from being shit faced drunk. "She's was a pretty girl, y'know?" A gruff, deeper voice at the other end of the phone wasn't what you were expecting. "It's a shame she was out by herself. Right outside your house too. How pathetic."

You quickly hung up. You didn't even bother hearing the rest. Whoever was pulling this joke on you was absolutely sick if they thought this was hilarious. You could still feel the lingering, darker thoughts at the back of your mind. "What if she was in danger and I just left her?", you had though to yourself. You quickly pushed the thought as you turned your attention back to the TV. Surely it was a joke. A damned sick joke. It all felt so surreal, until your phone buzzed again with the call.

"Who ever the fuck you are, stop! This joke isn't funny!" You answered, your anger and fear making you more hostile than needed. "Woah, woah. Settle down, baby girl. Just wanted to chat." The voice on the phone paused for a moment. "You hang up against and I'll gut you like a god damn pig, got it?" His words were immediate ice down you spine. You were tempted to hang up, but in a way, you were actually fearing for your life.

"You were the last person your little friend called. You denied her proposal to come with her to that little college frat Halloween party. You could've saved her, but she died alone." The voice had started to chuckle, low, deep, taunting you with the underlying guilt you now had. He was right, but in a sense of him trying to manipulate into feeling guilty. "She was alone. Just like...you." The lights cut out, everything blended in with the darkness of the night besides the faint blue glow of your phone screen lighting your face.

All was silent except for the panicked breathing that was now coming from you. You were praying to whatever god that existed that it was just a shitty prank from your roommates. "I recommend you hide, sweetheart."

Click.

He was gone and you were left alone in the mind numbing silence that followed. You looked around to check if any of the blinds were open, thankfully, they were not. So whoever was outside, couldn't see you. You darted upstairs, your hands trembling on the railing as you practically had to drag yourself upstairs. You were so panicked that you just wanted to collapse and cry. Tears burned in your eyes. The cool air was harsh on your lungs, leaving a burning effect. You paused as you heard something. Was that footsteps? Fucking Christ, that was footsteps. You let out a panicked scream as you heard the heavy steps crashing across your apartment to where you were on the stairs. It was so dark you couldn't see.

You ran away like a frantic, blind bat. Grasping at anything and everything you could to lead your way to your bedroom. That was your safe place, you need to get to the fire exit in your room to climb out of your apartment. The footsteps behind you stomped and moved like a mad man. You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see the figure slide and clash into the wall. He was moving so fast that he was slamming into everything to get to you.

The mask.

God dammit, you knew that mask. Your roommate, Danny, was wearing it for Halloween. He was still chasing after you like a chicken with it's head cut off and you still felt like you were about to either pass out or shit your pants in fear. Your breathing came out in a panting force as you ran up the stairs and down the hall to your room, slamming the door. It was too late, Danny had grabbed the door frame, you accidentally smashing his fingers in the door. He let out a pained grunt, throwing the door open. The sound was deafening when the door slammed up against the wall.

Welp, that was going to be an issue with the landlord, a hole in the wall. But did that matter to you or Danny right now? Not at all. You were too panicked by the prank going too far. Danny grabbed a fistful of your shirt, lifting you and tossing you to the bed like you were a toy. As you hit the bed, you let out a harsh grunt as the pain shot through your body. "Fuck you, Danny. Really!?" You yelled out, still panting hard. You felt like you wanted to cry from the amount of fear he had caused you. You actually thought you were going to die.

Danny chuckled deeply, pulling off his mask. He seemed, probably as equally as much as you were, scared. "Jesus Christ. I got scared cause I thought you'd call the cops on me." You both ended up laughing hysterically from the fear on both sides, both his face and your's covered in sweat. "You're a cute little thing when you run like that." Danny teased, one of his gloved hands gripping your legs. That was him. Flirting just because. In all honesty though, your relationship with him was rather unique. You'd go weeks without contact and as soon as he got back, he would be railing you until you saw stars.

Once the adrenaline from the fear slowly fades into a dull thrum in your skull, you finally allowed yourself to calm down for a second. You still wanted to slap the hell you of Danny for scaring you so badly. "Sorry, baby." He finally said, his hands lifting one of your legs up where he could slowly rub the muscles in your thighs. "Is a rub supposed to be compensation for scaring the piss out of me?" You said as you laid your head back against the bed, closing your eyes and letting him work out the knots in your muscles. Not that you were complaining, it did feel nice. "Maybe. I could do more?" Danny questioned on return, it was more of a asking permission question than it was just a normal rhetorical one.

You just nodded, wanting to see where this was going to lead to. You could already somewhat guess where it was going to go, it started with the dull, burning ache that was in your core. The only cure to that? Danny. Danny smirked at your silent answer, but that wasn't going to satisfy. He wanted to hear you say it. "No, no, baby girl. I want you to say it. Say for me, 'yes, Danny'." You rolled your eyes at his response, a snort of laughter coming from you. "Yes, Danny. We can do more." And with your works, a grin split across Danny's face. He already had it dead set in his mind that he was going to ruin you. Inside and out. He gripped your ankle, lifting your leg up into the air so your legs would remain open wide just enough where he could see the outlines of your folds through your shorts.

"Do as a say. Sit still. And remember, scream for me." Danny pulled one of his gloves off, his calloused hands moving down the smooth curves of your thigh, inching closer to your core. You were already squirming as his fingers teased you, your hips bucking outwards. "I said, sit still." Danny's other hand came down, pushing your hips down into the mattress, locking you in place. "Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I just want you to fucking fill me already." You shot back. It was your first time being a brat with him, not listening to his words. Danny glared down at you, a mix of anger and surprise at your sudden behavior.

"Then maybe-" Danny paused as he reached under the robe of his costume he was still using, gripping the cool, wooden handle of his pocket knife. He brought it out, waving it in front of your face as it came open with a click. "You'll learn how." Danny held the handle of the knife in his mouth before using his hands to push your legs apart. He kept his gaze on you the entire time as he took the knife back out of his mouth. Danny hooked the thin fabric of your pajama shorts and panties with the knife. With one quick movement, it was cut open, and you were left exposed to his burning gaze and the cool air. "Such a pretty little pussy." Danny cooed to you, almost like he was simply trying to own you with his words.

You could already feel yourself tremble with anticipation, the burning in your core getting stronger by the minute. It was such a burning, hot, almost painful feeling between your hips. The familiar coiling in your stomach was taking place. Danny's fingers were already sliding between and spreading a part your wet folds. "Danny, please." God, you were already begging like a little bitch and he hadn't even done anything to you yet. Danny's dark eyes flicked up to your's, meeting your pleading gaze. "Begging already?" He wasn't going to make you wait, he was already growing desperate enough when his erection was so tight in his pants that it was almost painful for him. Danny's fingers delved into your pussy, eliciting a shuddered moan from your lips. He used the thickness of his fingers to his advantage, using one of them to ring around the outside of your entrance to stretch it out before adding a second finger. You felt the sting of him stretching you out, preparing yourself so it wasn't so hard to take his cock later on.

With each curl, pump, thrust of his fingers, it brought out a new wave of wetness out of you that coated your slit along with Danny's fingers. "God damn, you're fucking perfect. Y'know that?" Danny brought his fingers out, making you release a small whimper from your quivering lips. Your inner walls now clenched at the sudden emptiness. Danny kept a steel grip on your thigh to keep you from closing your legs while his other hand was busy unbuttoning his pants. Your legs parted more, raising up your aching entrance up to Danny. "Remember what I said at the beginning?" Danny asked as he fumbled with his pants with shaking hands, eventually his erection sprang out, bobbing between your legs.

"You said... listen to you, sit still." You knew there was something else you couldn't quite remember. You were too focused on his throbbing member that rested against the hood of your clit, Danny rubbing it against you slowly enough where the precum beading at the top would slicken you up. "That's not all, doll. I said to do as I said, sit still-" Danny paused as he gripped his cock, tapping the pink, swollen head against your clit, making you moan out. "And scream for me." With that, Danny lined himself up, sliding his cock into your aching pussy inch by agonizing inch. You were going to scream alright, you already wanted to scream as he bottomed out inside you, his cock head kissing up against your insides. Your moans were already music to his ears, providing him with enough determination where he wanted to fuck you senseless. So he did. Danny let out a deep growl with each long, hard, deep thrust, slowing building up speed. The jolt of electric pleasure caused your eyes to roll back and flutter shut, making you hiss through your teeth. The sounds of your pussy taking in every single inch of Danny's cock so well filled the room.

"Fuck, Danny! Fucking hell!" You mewled and whimpered out, your limbs hooking around Danny to hold on for dear life. Danny had to keep himself from yelling right along with you, his main focus was your own pleasure. With a quick pull, Danny yanked up your shirt, revealing your breasts up to him. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure to the cool air. Danny's mouth immediately found your nipples, sucking on them like a starved man. This added on more and more of that intense coil burning heavily inside you, causing you to desperately to crave release. The feeling of his lips and tongue working over your breasts, leaving dark red bruises across your skin, combined with his cock pumping into you with reckless abandon, was already growing to be too much. You were so desperate, crying out to Danny as an orgasm wrecked your body, your moans growing louder with growls. The electric pleasure shot straight up through your body, felt like it was bouncing from your core, to your hips, and up to your breasts.

"Good girl, fucking beautiful girl." He wasn't done quite yet, Danny was going to make sure you were going to be ruined by the time he was done with you. A quivering, wet puddle of nerves. His hands were all over you, clenching at your ass, pulling them apart in desperation to try to get even deeper inside you, up to your breasts where he moved his mouth away. Danny panted heavily with each of his rough thrusts into your wet slit, a string of saliva connecting his mouth from your nipple. "Fuck, oh fuck. Fuck, you have great tits, great body, great everything, baby. Just a bit longer." The praises fell and moans of pleasure slipped out of his mouth, his face buried between your tits as he mumbled soft words of praises to you. Danny could already feel his cock start to throb, indicating that he was about to either paint your insides or will have to pull out of you.

But Jesus fuck you felt good.

Your pussy was so warm, so wet, it felt like it was almost begging for Danny to just cum right there inside you. He let out desperate, whining sounds as the friction of your inner walls clamped right around Danny's cock. Everything eventually all came crashing down right to him, his hips jerking back quickly, his cock leaving you empty with a wet pop. Danny grunted as his thick, hot seed sprayed out against your pussy up to your lower stomach.

He collapsed right on top of you, you both left a panting, steaming mess of exhaustion and nerves. Your hands interlocked into Danny's hair, pressing your cheek up against his head. You could feel the burning pleasure you once had slowly fading into a dull hum, your emotions and everything finally coming back to you over again. Danny fucking the sense out of you felt great and all, but you were left with one thing as your mind cleared up.

"What the hell did you do to my friend?"

#danny johnson x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #horror #slasher x you #ghostface fanfiction #dbd ghostface #dbd x reader #ghostface smut

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mjis0nfire · 5 days ago

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DPxP5 - The Mansons' Host Kids

The foreign exchange program was a surprise, but not entirely unwelcome for Sam. Until her parents dropped the bombshell that they will be hosting two of the kids. For fuck's sake, one of them is literally a model despite being her age - blonde hair, blue eyes, thin and pretty, magazine covers and interviews- God the more she looks at her picture the more she looks like Star.

Her new host brother doesn't look all that better - a jock posing as a punk with that bleach-blond hair.

She hates it.

And she hates it even more when they actually show up and act all sunshine and smiles, especially the girl, Ann. It's just a reminder of the conventional 'family' Sam's parents wished they got to enjoy.

She doesn't even notice the piercings on Ryuji, Ann's variety in her bags, or how the two cringe and shrink in at how painfully cheerful her parents are to have them as 'part of their family'. She just gives them the cold shoulder. All of them. And rants to Danny about her frustrations when Tucker starts begging for Ann's number.

That resentment bubbles over one night when Ann stays with Sam to help clean after dinner. Especially as Ann tries to ask about her fashion to fill the very purposeful silence.

"You can drop the act, yknow." Sam cuts her off, annoyed.

A tone that seems to genuinely confuse the blonde. "Sorry?"

"The whole smiles and rainbows and tolerant shtick. I can smell the bullshit from here. Your poser friend doesn't help matters."

Ann's eyes widen a bit at her bluntness before she settles. "I'm not bullshitting you. And I don't think Ryuji would count as a 'poser'-"

"Please, he's got 'jock' written all over him. Like he's just trying to be 'cool'. It's not gonna work. Not on me."

Ann can't help but give a huff of a laugh. "And here I thought those cliques were just for crappy American movies-" She stops her tease when she sees Sam's glare her way.

"He hasn't run in over a year. Not competitively. And he dyed his hair our first year of high school. Mostly so I wouldn't be the only blonde in class."

That gets Sam's attention, softening her annoyance a bit. Come to think of it... It is odd that a Japanese girl would have flaxen blonde hair...

"I ask about your fashion because I'm genuinely interested. It looks good on you! And I know Japan has different fashion subcultures than here, so I don't want to be insensitive or compare it to something it's not, yknow?"

"Seriously?" Sam asks with almost a laugh in her voice.

"Seriously!" The blonde's smile brightens. "I didn't come here to poke fun at Americans. Well- not too much anyway." She quickly and jokingly corrects herself. A joke that actually gets Sam to chuckle a bit.

"We deserve most of it, honestly."

"Heeyyy, don't lump yourself in with that!"

The two girls finish the dishes quickly, but still linger in the kitchen for a long while, chatting and swapping stories and fashion tips. Turns out Danny’s host siblings are friends with Ann and Ryuji.

Maybe this whole thing won’t be so bad.

#true fashionistas love all fashion and subcultures #persona 5 #p5 #ann takamaki #ryuji sakamato #ren amamiya #futaba sakura #danny phantom #sam manson #danny fenton #tucker foley #when phantoms meet

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i-arch-my-backula · 2 years ago

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Slashers falling for a server reader

I'm basing this post off of this fic I read awhile ago and have been obsessed with since then. I've never worked as a server before so sorry if this is unrealistic or whatever.

Includes: Doomhead, Leslie Vernon, Adam Faulkner and Danny Johnson/ Jed Olsen

Warnings: Mentions of stalking, reader being photographed without their knowledge

Doomhead

When he first sees that you're going to be his server he's going to smile. He'll be polite and just ask for coffee and watch while you pour it for him.

While he's ordering he's going to pepper in pet names, "What do you recommend darlin'?" "Can I get another coffee sweetheart?" and things like that. He'll only do it after he sees you give him a positive reaction from it.

Will try and talk with you as much as he can while you're taking his order, asking you about yourself and telling you about him if you're interested.

He will leave you a huge tip and his number after he leaves.

Leslie Vernon

He's going to be his usual very cheery self with you. Probably using his personality to his advantage so he can call you pet names too. Will probably say "Hello gorgeous" when you first come to his table.

He's going to be watching you the entire time he's there. Like constantly looking at you and calling you back for whatever he needs. He's going to drink and ungodly amount of coffee just to get you back to his table.

He's already planning out how to stalk you after this. You're his new obsession and he's not going to let you get away so easily.

Like Doomhead he's leaving a huge tip but he's asking for your number instead of leaving his, "So Y/n, can I get your number?"

Adam Faulkner

He's probably there because he was working late on a project and he needed something to pick him up. He'll be pretty shy when you first come around. He'll probably just stare at you for a minute before you ask him if he's going to order. "Are you going to order sir?" "Oh uh yeah sorry."

I can see him trying to sneak a picture of you and probably getting away with it. He's way too awkward to actually ask you if he can take your picture so he's just skipping that step.

Will have you list the specials just so he can hear you talk more. He'll order something standard or ask you what he should get. Will probably accidentally spill his coffee and will feel both guilty and excited when you come over to help him clean up.

He leaves you a pretty good tip with his number. He's pretty much glued to his phone waiting for you to call him.

Danny Johnson/ Jed Olsen

He's polite but also outright flirts with you. "I didn't know such hot people worked here." He will say a ton of stuff like that all throughout his meal. He likes seeing how flustered you get while he's just calmly sitting there calling you hot.

Like Adam he will successfully sneak a pic of you while also already planning on how he's going to stalk you for the foreseeable future until the time is right.

Will try and convince you to sit down with him and talk. Like Leslie he's going to call you over more often than necessary just to talk with you, slightly annoying you but he's hot so you can't be too mad.

Hands you your tip with his number written on a napkin. Even if you don't call him right away he's still stalking you.

#doomhead #doomhead x reader #leslie vernon #leslie vernon x reader #leslie vernon x y/n #adam faulkner stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #adam faulkner x reader #adam faulkner stanheight x yn #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

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panelshowsource · 14 days ago

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i feel like i'm so annoying being like JOE WILKINSON ROISIN CONATY but please understand i say it because it would be guaranteed hilarious 🥹

but okay okay let's think

first i think it would be funny to have some of the well-known bonafide smartypantses on, like jo brand, david and victoria, charlie brooker, clive anderson, richard osman, dara, and john oliver, because it's just funny as heck to see them get tripped up or stumped hehe and you may be thinking "what about stephen fry and sandi toksvig?" THERE IS NO STUMPING THEM. EVER. AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT.

there are lots of other lowkey smartypantses who would be so funny — paul foot, armando iannucci, adam buxton, elis james, lee mack, rhod gilbert, bill bailey, miles jupp, wild card suggestion is darragh from the chase he cracks me up. now, random people smartypants and otherwise i think would kill the format hmmm okay besides joe and roisin who mean everything to me, guz khan, lucy beaumont, prof. hannah fry, ed gamble, chloe petts, mel giedroyc, vic reeves, claudia, matt forde? could be quite funny actually and i think guy would laugh at him a lot?, ahir shah, jess hynes, nish kumar, judi love, johnny vegas, jamie laing, jessica knappett, sara barron, kerry godliman, fatiha el-ghorri, ivo graham, get william hanson on there why not

🚨 danny dyer, susie dent, catherine tate, alan carr 🚨 HANDS DOWN!!!

don't you think this format would be perfect for chris addison to come back into our panel show lives

and omg mark watson because remember when guy was having a lil go at him 😭😭😭💀💀💀

CUZ THAT IS VERY IMPORTANT guy is the host and he needs to think the guests are funny... hmm who would have a hilarious dynamic with guy...well...everyone😁 guy is the best😁

it makes sense, too, that some of the funniest dynamics on a format like cats does countdown would work on guy mont spelling bee, since it's all about being a lil smarty — so russell howard and roisin on the same panel would be great because she does her best and he takes the piss out of her. people who take the piss out of each other...hmm...fatiha el-ghorri and phil wang lmfao...alan carr and romesh one of my underrated faves...frankie boyle and miles jupp would be so good omg

I SHOULD STOP NOW hehehe sorry for the block of text i answered this stream of consciousness i hope you don't mind heheheheh

what about you??

aww what a cute question 🥰 honestly i do associate it with autumn because it often comes out in september/october (so i think of it as part of the fall tv schedule)! but, really, i associate different series with different seasons? like i think of s7 as being winter time because kerry made that big circle in the snow hahaha that kind of thing! it wouldn't surprise me if a lot of people think of taskmaster + summer tho?

omg i love map men they're so funny

thanks for taking the time to send in these other recs i'll check them out 🥹🫶 posting these for everyone else to enjoy too!!!

i haven't seen either yet!!! how are they? they're both on my drive waiting for me to watch them 🥹 i might watch ahir's tonight

sorry anon i don't, only the epub version is easily available 😞 maybe someone reading this will be able to help out?

someone sent it over!! i added it to the drive :)<3

hello anon yes! i threw it in the alex horne collection folder here it is :)

hello! you're not the first person to ask me this but i really don't think you can! as far as i know there is no proshot, it was never streamed in cinemas, never streamed online... someone can correct me if i'm wrong but :(

i think we just missed seeing it at the actual theatre (▱˘︹˘▱)

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bohnsky · 1 year ago

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two and a half months into liking f1, here are my favorites:

1. Alex Albon

I think this is obvious. I just love Alex too much. Sadly this weekend wasn't great for Williams and it stressed me so much that Valtteri was on a mission to snatch P11 from my boy, but Albono's defending is so good, still sadly no points😭😭

2. Sergio Perez

This was a very hard decision, but I thought it's true for me right now and I can still change it back later so now Checo is on second for now.

I'm so obsessed with this man, I even wrote a Chestappen fic. It rarely happens that I'm so inspired that I actually put my ideas on paper.

FP1 made me want to cry and the German commentator couldn't stop hating (it wasn't really hating, just stating facts with a negative untertone, but it annoyed me) and I'm really starting to dislike Ralf Schumacher, he's always acting like he's so much better than every other driver lol (easy to say those things when you're not driving anymore, yes I'm looking at both of you, Ralf and Nico). But honestly I'm exaggerating, they're not that bad.

Also all the memes about Checo's crash. I was desperatly looking for posts that empathize with him and only found memes😭

(if I wasn't this deep, I would find them funny lol)

The race today was great tho. I would've loved to see him get P2 and I believe it would've been possibly, but I don't know anything so whatever. And I'm super happy for Lando and podium is podium. And driver of the day is well deserved. Checo knows how to gain positions. Now he just needs to start performing in Quali again :D

3. Charles Leclerc

Not the best weekend for Ferrari. The race today was a mess for them. Charles' first pit stop made me want to cry. It did seem like the team was trying to fuck Charles specificly over, with the water problem and that pit stop. I just want to see Ferrari back in the front.😭

Honerable mentions:

Nyck and Daniel. I just have to talk about that. I can't really be happy for Daniel. I really started to like Nyck and I think there is a reason he got into F1 in the first place. He's a good driver and I really believe that he just needed more time. I understand that the team felt like they needed to do something, but to Nyck it's unfair. I just hope he gets over the pain quickly.

And Danny deserves better than Alpha Tauri. Like what is he supposed to prove in that shit box. Also I am so obsessed with Checo that I'm still so scared that they might drop him if Danny does really good and I keep thinking what would that mean for Yuki? etc

Now after the weekend, I still don't know how to feel about the whole situation and I actually started avoiding Danny content, which is stupid and sad. Danny deserves a seat and it's not his fault that the circumstances suck.

the Haas boys. Never thought I would say that, but I kinda dig their dynamic.

George. I've been thinking about George a lot lately and I really like him, but somehow he is super weird to me. Idek what exactly, somehow everything about him is weird, but lovable. From his stupid big eyes and his ridiculously long legs, to his strange laugh and his accent. I really don't know anything about the differences in british accents but his accent is the weirdest to me. I like it and I understand it perfectly, but it's just weird (I'm sorry, I'm not trying to offend anyone😭)

Also his PR stuff is so cringy. I love how he's just embracing it all, but it sometimes feels like he is an old man, who doesn't understand the internet but loves learning about it😭

And his race was impressive af. He really knows how to drive.

Fun fact: my brother thinks he should be Mercedes' first driver.

Lance. I've grown extremely fond of him. He's just a sweetheart and getting dangerously close to my top three. I might have to take him into consideration soon.

He's a cat. I love cats.

Initially I disliked him for the dumbest reason (being a rich kid), but even then I knew (or I was expecting) that the day would come that I start liking him and here we are. He's the kind of person I would want to be friends with.

Logan. Through Alex I've become somewhat of a Williams fan. And I really like it when Logan has a good day. The FPs were great for him. The race sucked tho (whatever happened there), but he didn't seem too mad about it.

Lewis. I couldn't believe my eyes when he took pole. I was so happy, but then the race start was so bad😭😭

And I feel incredibly bad that I didn't want him to get P3😭

He was just so close to Checo in the last few laps and I really wanted Checo on the podium. Please don't get me wrong, I would have loved to see Lewis on the podium. I would've loved to see him win, but with Max, Lando and Checo in front, I just couldn't cheer for him😭😭😭😭

Lando. I love this man and I just want him to finally get a win. But it seems like he takes P2 as some kind of win, knowing that Max is just unbeatable.

Max. His hair.

Also I just need to say how much I love it when Max speaks German. The Dutch accent when speaking German is like the cutest thing ever and I'm really impressed of how confident he is in the language.

And there's my internal Red Bull dilemma. I drink a Red Bull for every Quali and for every race. I don't want Red Bull and Max to keep dominating, but I want Checo in front and Max deserves to win because he is that good. Do I support Checo or the Red Bull domination by drinking too much Red Bull?😭😭😭

Either way, I love Red Bull and I will keep on drinking it lol. Also I might be a RB fan at heart. Still Ferrari all the way, but I came into F1 being a RB fan, because of rallye sport and almost every driver I like there, is driving for RB. And then there's what they did to Alex and Pierre and now Nyck.

It's a love-hate relationship.

Valtteri. I don't think I ever said anything about him here. I love this man! He is such a vibe. Just doing whatever the fuck he wants and slaying every second of his life. He's not at the top of my favorites, but generally speaking, he might be one of the coolest drivers on the grid.

In terms of race positions, I like to see him doing good, but I like to see my favs in front more. Alex > Valtteri, I had to cheer for Alex there.

Zhou. I'm positively neutral about Zhou, I don't know much about him, but from what I've seen so far there's not much to dislike. But here I just wanted to say that I loved seeing him slay Quali. Alfa Romeo in general. It's good to see them in better positions every now and then. The start today was just unfortunate.

Carlos. I was surprised by how Ferrari was treating Carlos today. It seemed like the team was actually listening to him. I hope they sorted themselves out and they keep being nice to my man Carlito😭

But the German commentators kept saying that Carlos Sr. is already looking around for a seat in a different team for his son😭

I love him in Ferrari, but I would totally understand if he wanted to leave. But I also saw something about the possibility of him joining Audi and I gotta say, as much as I love Ferrari Carlos, seeing him in an Audi would be so cool! Might be because Carlos Sr. is driving for Audi, but that doesn't matter. It'd just be cool.

Pierre. I'm starting to find my love for Pierre again. It's not nearly as strong as it used to be (obviously, as he's not first anymore lol) For some reason I didn't really care about him for a few weeks, but it's coming back now. Also bad day for Alpine. Must be devastating, a DNF for both cars and it not even being their fault. I hope they're okay and don't kill Zhou.

Esteban. I'm starting to dig the whole Alpine dynamic. They might not be the best of friends but they make it work and I love that.

And still, I'm obsessed with Este's accent and I keep coming back to the squirrel clip. I just can't with him.

Also he gives me young Jeff Goldblum vibes, idk why, but I love it.

Might be the hair. Or the sunglasses.

Oscar. It's frustrating to watch Oscar almost get on the podium. He deserves a podium, he's an incredible driver and I'm happy that the car is finally good enough for him and Lando.

Yuki. Now that I named 18 drivers, I can just say some things to the last two as well. Yuki is such a cool person. I wish he was higher on my list (the honerable mentions are in no particular order). And like I said before, I'm a little scared of what Danny's performance means for him.

Fernando. I like him a lot. I like his laugh and his accent. He's serious but silly and he treats Lance well. I like to believe that he has no evil master plan and just actually likes Lance lol

Sometimes it seems that Aston is the only team that works together and just like Lance said, it's romantic.

Also Strollonso might actually be my favorite ship currently. They're so unlikely, but they just work and it's cute. Thay might not be a Lestappen or a Carlando, but they have my heart just as much and I need more content.

Wow, I didn't know I had so much to say. And I hadn't realized that I just named most of the grid until I counted them.

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Ohh ... a couple ask game. 19, 25 abd 33 for ars? 👀

Questions from here!!

Of course!! Thank you for the ask Wonda :)

19. Are they okay with public displays of affection? Do they like them?

Arsinoe is a Very Private Person. they do not like being perceived and public displays of affection tend to be, by their nature, Public. Which means other people would see them. They get prickly about displays of affection when it's Literally Just People They Know, too, but there's-- a gradient to it that mostly depends on how tightly wound they are at the time, lol. More likely to agree to something lowkey and unobtrusive like holding hands under a table, or leaning on each other on a couch.

25. They accidentally hurt or upset their partner. What happened? How do they respond? What do they do to make their partner feel better?

Man. The major upcoming thing is gonna be Very Much On Purpose (i'm aiming for a self-reveal for them next book) so I'm going to Exclude the Whoops I'm Wearing Anathema's Name reveal for this but it's probably. They don't put a lot of weight on their own comfort or wellbeing or like. Their own life? and that's probably going to be Upsetting. [nobody liked that] situation over there. It'd be very "oh. sorry?" and failing to realize the root cause of the Stress.

33. Under what circumstances would they feel jealous?

Pfffft uuuh basically None. Arsinoe is about as jealous as a brick. Local Telepath says they don't care who you get up to in your free time and Means It. Genuinely confused when Danny asked if they thought Ricardo would Fight Him about the pre-date, they were pretty sure they'd never been exclusive in the Sidestep days either??? (They didn't have any other relationships going on but Ricardo was still taking people to Events as his Date at least publicly and they basically just Shrugged about it. Yes I know those were mostly for show to cover for the chargestep relationship. They do not know this.)

They'd get Annoyed if promises made to them were being broken or other relationships were getting in the way of their relationship, but I don't really see that as *jealousy* per say. They'd be equally annoyed if something else was causing that sort of rift.

#fhr #arsinoe #bookish.txt #ask game #sorry to the guys post-villain reveal they're probably going to be Pissed Off and Very Worried #they really were just like 'why would he do that that'd be hypocritical of him >:?' abt the date thing

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twoidiotwriters1 · 1 year ago

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I am sobbing them having a family and finally enjoy the peace they always dreamed of... I’m insane for this -Danny

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September—December 2004

Having twins wasn't as hard as they thought it'd be. They've had enough practice thanks to the time spent babysitting all the children. The real problem came when they realized they couldn't hand back the twins to their parents when things got complicated— because they were the parents.

Their sleeping schedules were a mess, whenever the twins were asleep was a good time for them too. Harry left Ron in charge and he was now taking a break so he could help Mel at home. Erick and Anne weren't able to, little Eliot Flint was close to arriving and Josie was taking most of their time, without mentioning they also had a six-year-old and a four-year-old to look after.

"I don't know how they do it," Mel whispered to Harry once she'd managed to put her twins to bed. "They look so well-rested all the time!"

"Anne's used to a busy life, helping her parents at the farm and all," Harry yawned, falling back on the bed with only his trousers on. "And Erick... well, he's Erick. That git always looks good."

"One day he'll get older— grey hairs and wrinkles," Mel crawled onto the mattress and fell next to him with a quiet groan. "Maybe he won't be good-looking then."

"I'll look like the sorting hat," Harry complained half-asleep.

"Fiddlesticks," she tilted her head to the side and kissed his cheek. "You'll be annoyingly pretty, like always."

Harry chuckled, eyes closed. "You're my wife, you have to say that."

"Well, I'm your wife so my opinion should be the only one that matters," she raised a brow. "Would you like it if I spent my days sulking because Isaac Movak has moved on to a prettier, younger girl?"

He seemed to wake up with that, and he frowned. "He did what?"

"Oh, he hasn't, but some men think women are less attractive once they're mothers..." Mel shrugged, sitting up to take off her shoes and socks.

"Well, I think you're breathtaking."

"You say that because you're my husband," she teased him.

Harry grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back, towering over her. Mel let out a short yelp that she had to cover with her hand.

"Don't wake them!" Harry looked over his shoulder at the babies. His eyes focused on them frantically.

"Don't do that, then!" She scolded him in a whisper, slapping his chest. "You caught me by surprise!"

"Sorry." Harry kissed her, but when things were starting to get interesting, Emmeline began to cry. Mel pushed the young man away and went to pick up her baby so she wouldn't wake her brother. "Sometimes it feels like they do it on purpose..." Harry muttered in a bad mood.

"They probably do," she grinned. "They want me for themselves a little longer..."

"I had you first," he replied childishly. "Can't I have five minutes in private with my wife..."

"Just five minutes?" Mel tried not to laugh. "Then I'm glad she woke up! Nothing worth doing takes five minutes."

He snorted. "Give her here..." he took Emmeline from her, Harry's gaze shifted, and he spoke in a quiet, gentle voice. "What if I'm a terrible father?"

"Harry..." Mel said in a tone of warning.

He shook his head. "I don't remember how my dad was... I grew up with Uncle Vernon as my only example..."

"Just be you."

"I've never been a dad," he gave her an annoyed look. "I've been a leader, a friend, but this... How am I supposed to know?"

She put a hand on his shoulder. "Your father loved you with all his heart, Harry. That's all it takes. You love and care. We won't be able to help them all the time, but we don't have to. Just hold their hand the same way you do with mine. That's enough."

Harry's frown deepened. "What if they don't like me?"

"What if they hate me?" Mel offered casually. "Being a Dumbledore puts too much weight on a kid's shoulders. There'll be a moment when they find out who we were, and who we are outside this house. What if they resent us because of it?"

Harry took the questions like they were absurd. "All I did, I did it thinking of you, and what we could have together once the war ended. I never cared for the rest."

"That's your answer, then," she kissed his cheek. "They'll love you because you loved them even before they even existed. Trust me, Harry. They are my children too, and if they're anything like me, nothing in this world can make them hate you."

"But you did hate me at some point," he said heavily.

To his surprise, Mel laughed. "Oh, Harry, it wasn't hatred," she told him. "I hated that I couldn't have you. I loved you so much I was angry about the distance, that was all."

Harry nodded a bit, then he made his way to the crib and laid their girl on it once she was calm, he stared at Emmeline and James for a moment, a strange look in his eyes. "Let's go to bed."

The routine had finally gone back to normal for a bit... then Hermione got pregnant.

"Babies! Everywhere I look!" Fred cried dramatically. "Can you people stop for just a second? Give me a break!"

"Why don't you travel with Jo for a while, Fred, it sounds like you need it," Erick smirked.

"I don't mind the babies," Regulus spoke up. He was getting taller slowly but surely, and this was giving him more confidence in himself. "More kids means more birthdays, which means cake."

"And more kids to boss around, right?" Mel asked knowingly.

"I don't boss them around," the boy turned up his nose. "They like to listen to me."

"Don't fight with your brother," Emily warned her.

"I'm not fighting, if that were the case he would lose, 'cause I'm older than him. Anyway," Mel turned to Hermione. "Those are wonderful news, 'Mione!"

"You better pray you don't get twins, Ronnie," Fred teased him. "Runs in the family, after all."

"Mine were Harry's fault," Mel stated.

"We don't know that," Harry scowled.

"A Dumbledore's never wrong, Glasses."

"Anne and I decided we'll only have one more kid and then—"

"I thought you would stop after Elliot?" Mel laughed. They were on their way back home, and Erick had decided to bring up the subject after Hermione's news.

"Anne thinks five's better."

"Oh, so it's all Anne's doing, then? You have nothing to do with it?" Harry grinned.

"I like big families," he admitted. "The Weasleys are a cheerful lot, aren't they? I couldn't help myself, I always dreamed of having what they have..."

"You have it," Mel patted his shoulder. "But I warn you, it might not be as fun once they hit puberty."

"Guess where the World Cup will take place this year!" Ginny went up to them happily.

"Where?"

"France!" She exclaimed. "You guys have to go!"

Mel and Harry shared a look. "Dunno, Ginny, the twins are so small..."

"By then they'll be a year old! C'mon, Ron and Hermione said they'd go!"

"But 'Mione's pregnant," Mel insisted. "Not the same as having to look after two babies..."

"Your mother said she'd come! She's taking Reggie! Remus and Tonks are taking the boys too!"

"What about Erick?"

"Oh, you know he's not a fan, but I think Anne will go and she'll bring Emily."

Harry sighed. "We'll think about it."

Ginny seemed to understand as she spoke, although she did look a little disappointed. "Don't feel pressured to, but I'd like it if you were there. It's my first World Cup, after all..."

Once she left, Mel turned to her husband.

"I know that look," Harry shook his head with a bit of amusement. "You're already thinking about it, aren't you?"

"Well, the twins like Quidditch," she offered with a tiny guilty smile.

"They enjoy watching things flying around, not the same as liking Quidditch," he raised a brow and crossed his arms. "Dunno, Mel, aren't they too young?"

"They'll be a year old by that time," she replied eagerly. Truth was she was just as excited about it as anyone else, the last time she'd gone... well, it hadn't been exactly perfect. "Perhaps we can make it work?"

"Jamie, please just finish your bottle," Mel begged him on the verge of tears. "Leen had no problem with hers, why are you not eating?"

"Give that here for a moment..." Harry asked gently, Mel could be very irritable when she was this tired. He tried to reach for the bottle. "Please..."

Mel handed him the item, and Harry examined it. He turned it upside down and pressed, but nothing came out of it. "Huh, did we just buy this one?" He frowned. "I think the hole is sealed up. It's defective."

Mel started crying for real. "I'm a terrible mother!" She blurted out. "The whole hour I was scolding James for not eating and he couldn't even— nothing was coming out! He's probably so hungry..." The young woman held her baby tighter against her, which didn't help James to feel more comfortable and made him squirm even more.

"He's alright," Harry tried to ease her. "I'll fix it, it's really simple... I'll change the tip and it'll be ready to go..."

"What am I going to do once you go back to the Ministry?" she sobbed, nuzzling James's little head miserably. "I'm a lousy mum!"

"Stop that," he said, speaking in a slightly firm voice. "You're weary, it's easy to make mistakes when we can't think properly." Harry took James from her arms. "Go to sleep. I feel alright, I can watch the twins for a bit on my own."

"But—"

"Mel... shut up," he frowned. "We're not discussing it. You need sleep." She cleaned her face like a little kid. For a second Harry saw that little girl he'd helped many times to recover from her panic attacks. His heart softened. "You're tired," he insisted in a gentler voice. "But you've been brilliant so far, everyone says so."

"You think so?" She sniffed.

"I do. I'm very proud of you, and I would like you to go and rest, I need you to be okay too. So do the twins."

"Okay," she nodded, already feeling her eyes closing.

"Thank you," he leaned to kiss her forehead. "Now go, I have a baby to feed."

"This girl is squirmish!" Ron complained.

Mel laughed. "You asked me to let you change her, don't whine."

Harry was working again, and the twins were well aware of his absence, cause they were crying a lot more than before. Ron offered to help her, his boss was especially willing to let him go, anyway.

"Jamesie's next, so you better get to work," she said.

"Smile!" Hermione exclaimed.

Ron and Mel looked toward the doorstep, Hermione had found Mel's old camera. "Wait!" Ron exclaimed, he finished his work on Emmeline, it was messy and bulky, but done at last. "The babies aren't ready!"

"Well, do it quickly!" Hermione laughed.

Mel lifted her son and sat him next to his twin sister, Ron was holding Emmeline straight. Both babies were looking at Hermione with the same Dumbledorish light-blue eyes.

Once Elliot Flint was born, it was hard to keep up with all the toys, baby clothes, and children that were around their home. Weekly, Mel and Harry would have small visitors on their property, more so now that Bill and Fleur were taking their girls to visit so they could spend time with the rest of the children.

George and Angelina were taking his son and daughter as well, they were closer to Elizabeth and Josephine in age, so they were always together. For some reason, Erick's home was as popular with the children as it was Mel's, maybe because even if he was a wonderful parent to the girls, he was still Erick.

He liked the loud scandal his daughters made, but the rest of the children seemed to be a little afraid of him, even if he was always good to them, he'd never outgrown that aura of haughtiness. The only boy who seemed not to fear him was Regulus, and that was because he'd grown up with him.

Little Regulus, who was no longer little, but an eight-year-old with strikingly smart grey eyes and a smile that reminded you who was his father. As the eldest boy in the lot, he was pretty much worshipped by the others, he was their leader and protector from the scary things lurking out in the forest and under beds, and there was a certain little girl who seemed to blush a lot because of it.

"Mel, is your brother coming this weekend?" Em knelt next to her and handed her the watering can.

"I think so," the young woman replied, thanking her briefly. "Why?"

Emily blushed and smiled bashfully, but she didn't reply. Mel shifted her position so she was crouching face to face, and smiled at the little girl with amusement. "Emi?"

The girl giggled and scurried away, Anne walked up to Mel carrying a sleeping James in her arms, his unruly light-brown hair was already growing at a surprising speed. Mel looked up at her and beamed.

"Is Emmeline asleep already?" Her friend nodded and winked at her, Mel sighed in relief. "Your hands are magical, really."

"You'll learn as well, you just need a bit of practice," Anne grinned. "Was Emily rambling about your brother again?"

Mel got up and brushed the dirt off her knees. "Oh, so that's what's happening?"

Anne nodded again, laughing a little. "You know Erick likes to read her and the other girls before bed, but I think she's decided little Leon as her brave knight."

Mel chortled, she could imagine how Regulus would take the news. "Really? Well, I guess it makes sense, he's quite protective of her and her sisters."

"Oh, he's good to all the kids, but she's completely convinced she'll get him to promise to marry her."

"Marry her?" Mel's brows rose in surprise. "Aren't they too young for that?"

"She is very much like her father in every way, it seems," Anne walked with Mel back to the backdoor of the house and into the kitchen. "Hopeless romantic, determined, and a little obsessive about the things she wants."

"Well, she's also kind, polite and charming, so who knows?" Mel replied humorously. "I'm not sure Reggie will like it altogether, though. He has no problem being a knight, but a husband? He's not very fond of marriage," she joked.

"I'm home!" Harry called, brushing off the snow from his shoulders.

The twins immediately stopped and looked up, squirming on the rug at the sound of their father's voice. Mel chuckled at the cute scene. "We're in the nursery!"

Harry climbed the steps two by two, and he found Mel seated on the floor making sure the babies played safely, they were barely four months old, but they were rather active and attentive, probably every parent thought that of their children, but Mel and Harry truly believed their babies were bound to be really bright.

Emmeline and James squealed happily when Harry came into view, the grin on the young man's face widened as he stepped forward, a light beard was once again covering his face, and Mel was definitely not complaining about it.

She made room for him and Harry sat, kissing her cheek affectionately. "Skeeter keeps trying to corner me around the Ministry to ask me about the twins. They're desperate to know their names and what they are."

"They're babies, what else do they need to know?" Mel asked with an absent smile, watching as James tried to crawl toward his dad.

"Apparently their names, their looks and sizes, and whether or not have they shown any signs of remarkable magic," Harry replied in the same tone, waiting patiently for his son to reach him.

Emmeline rolled over and squealed, her chubby little hands tried to push her back on her belly but she wasn't succeeding.

"Well it's obvious that they're the next Merlin," Mel joked.

Harry chortled, he finally picked up James and the little boy giggled, holding onto his dad's robes. The young man planted a tender kiss on his forehead. "They're perfect," he said lovingly, looking up at her with his lovely green eyes. "Everything is."

Mel leaned in and kissed him, James squealed once more at the proximity of his mother and Emmeline cried a bit with frustration, she was stuck. Mel picked her up and then she got to her feet, walking past Harry she ran a hand through his hair. "Are you hungry?"

"Very," he replied, getting up with James firmly tucked in his arms and following her out of the room.

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msfbgraves · 1 year ago

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Daniel being annoyed at Terry for being so relieved he had a Heat (8th pup) is kinda amusing. I’m picturing this older Daniel as a (very loving) but hot tempered little Italian housewife. Berating Terry with a spatula once he’s with pup, because he’s so frustrated that Terry was so insecure that Daniel’s lack of Heats for years meant something other than his body taking a break. And he knows full well what the ‘other’ is.

“Are you happy now?! I’m pregnant yet again thanks to you, Mr. Alpha, and with number eight, dear God!!—can you breathe easy now, love, say a decade or two to the Madonna in eternal gratitude? Dear God, Terry!” Daniel keeps smacking him with the spatula (lightly, unfortunately), while Terry cuddles him joyfully through the violence, and even tries for a smooch. Or two. Or three…

Terry is simply ecstatic that this Heat happened (and doesn’t mind being slapped around with a spatula by an annoyed omega in an apron)—because this all means his marriage isn’t a failure, they’re going to be with each other till death do they part, and his darling sweetheart still loves him after everything. Hooray! And won’t Danny boy look like such an angel while pregnant? Ah. What a time to be alive indeed.

Just you wait, Terry, for the apocalypse to reign down upon you when Yasmine gets hurt in the crossfire…

Goodness, Nonnie, I hope people will excuse me for not getting into that episode of their marriage quite yet, not while I am finding the details of getting through the first episode so harrowing to write! (Yes, I am well aware I played myself there.) But yes - you do not touch Daniel's pups, you've remembered it well.

And yes, has Daniel ever given Terry much reason to doubt his utter devotion to his family? Look at his puppies, all seven of them, per Dio, look at how close they all are to both their parents, who did that, hm? Not you alone, and you know it! Was he not there for him, in his kitchen, garden, in his bedroom, by his side? Entertaining his associates? Just being there with a kiss and a cuddle, and still Terry's all on edge? That's between him and the blessed Virgin! Really, was he supposed to be barefoot and pregnant all the time too? They would have been on pupppy 20 right now, he'd have simply not let Terry near him anymore, Mama mia!

And Terry simply holds him, I know, love, I'm sorry, but he looks so happy that night taking out their puppies' crib- in perfect state, but he wants it redone from the ground up just because - that Daniel can't stay angry for long. They're both older now, Terry's nearly fifty - life seems frailer. "We'll have help," Daniel whispers, and Terry wants to scoff before he wraps Daniel into his arms. They'll have help, because these pups have had a wonderful Mama to teach them, and they adore him. In fact, Eli and Gianni are both already holding strategy meetings. Yasmin (I know the correct spelling is Yasmine but I've spelled it like this for so long that I'm sticking with it) is worried about putting Mama in danger suddenly. Sammy is urging her Daddy to let her take on more business work so he can focus elsewhere - nice try love! - Robby is baby checking the living room, Anthony is shadowing Daniel's every move and Luna is trying to play the baby Mozart. They'll be OK. They've made it -

Right?

#knights and pawns #silverusso #omegaverse #mob au

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She perked up at that. “He, he is? But… I thought it was just annoying him, ‘cause I was taking his time, when he could’ve been spending it with you, or- or Zephyr…”

“Huh…” She looked around, taking note of the plethora of books. “I can tell, but um, why does he want to share reading with me? You don’t really share reading, Astrid.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at that. “Yeah, he is super smart, I wish I could build all that cool stuff.” She nodded. “Your axe makes you kinda scary, but, I know you’re nice, so it’s okay.”

She thought about that last part. “Well, I don’t think I’m good at anything, so what makes me, me then? I have no talent with anything…”

“Hey, that’s what people at home say about me. But um…” Did she want to tell Astrid this? She was nice, but… nah, she trusted her, she also trusted her not to say anything. “I have uh, some brothers and sisters, and they get more scared about that than anything, ‘cause I get super sick during winter…”

She let out a defeated sigh, finally giving in and nodding. “Okay… I guess I’ll do it, but if I don’t get better, I’m gonna quit.”

Taking Astrid’s hand, she nodded once again. “‘Kay… Let’s go…”

———

Danny, upon spotting Hiccup, hesitantly said her goodbyes to Astrid and walked up to him, eyeing Goober warily on her way in.

She silently stood behind him for a bit, debating on how to start this, but eventually, she tugged on the leather on his arm, gaining his attention.

“…Hiccup?” Taking note of the saddle, she couldn’t fight the small look of awe that crossed her features, but she quickly blinked it away, focusing back on the Chief. “Um, I’m sorry, for before. I, I was being mean, really, really mean, and I promise I didn’t want to me, I just… I couldn’t help it, I was just so mad, ‘cause I didn’t want to do all that reading stuff…—“ Realizing that she was ranting, she immediately stopped, turning her gaze down to the ground, beads of sweat— from both the heat of the forge and her nerves, running down her forehead.

"Of course! Hiccup didn't see it as annoying at all!"

She nodded. "I think that's why. I've tried, but I'm not very into reading. He loves it though, and when you love something, you want others to feel that way too."

"Does it? Well, I guess that's kind of the point, especially since I'm Chieftess...but, it's good you know that, you have no need to be scared of me anyways. You know, Hiccup actually made me that axe?"

"You have your art, for one thing. But you do have to try things and stick it out to see if you can cultivate skill. You might not have had much opportunity yet, but you will. And you'll never know if you don't try." She leaned forward. "No one is immediately great at anything, it always takes time."

Her brows furrowed together. "You do?" Hiccup had mentioned something briefly about that awhile back, but she never pried. "Having them nearby must help a little, give you the strength to get better?"

Thinking back, Hiccup had only his dad, maybe Gobber...

Glad she was going to give it another try, Astrid smiled warmly at her. "Remember though, it does take time."

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Feeling a tug on his arm, he turned around, his gaze finally landing upon Danny.

"Danny! What're you doing here?"

Hearing her apology, he knelt down, pulling out some cloth to wipe his hands on.

"I want to apologize too. I've been thinking about it, and I might've found a better way to do it, a little more fun, too. But, yes, your apology is accepted. That means a lot to me, you doing that."

He held his arms out, offering her a hug.

"Let's start fresh, yeah?"

#asks #threads #tallestgrace

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The college trio (Vlad, Maddie, and Jack) and kids!

Jack is the only one who ever really wanted kids. Vlad gets annoyed easily. And Maddie didn't want any distractions.

In spite of this, Jack isn't the best with little kids. (Under 6) He can relate to them some, but can't manage to talk to them. Kids still love him though.

Vlad on the other hand, can hold a conversation for quite a while. But as soon as they ask him to play games, he's out.

Maddie just smiles and nods. But their minds are too literal for her. She can't stand having to try and explain everything.

Jack always loved the idea of adopting.

Vlad always thought if he ever got married he'd have biological children.

Maddie was never against having kids, but they really weren't something she planned on.

That's about it. Just my opinions on the college trio and kiddos.🙂

32 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

I was bored, so I thought it might be fun to recommend some fics! How will I be doing this you might ask, well by rating them on a scale of 1-10 Of course!

(I would tag the authors of all these fics, but I don't know if they all even have Tumblr. So, if you notice an author that I didn't tag, feel free to tag them for me. I'd love for them to see my random opinions on why they're amazing.🙂🙂)

Without further ado; Rating Some of My (current) Favorite Fics. (By fandom)

Spoiler Warnings for some of these fics. I'll try to add individual Spoiler Warnings for the fics that need them, but here's a blanket warning.

Danny Phantom:👻

Intervention by AgentIanLegend 8½/10

Reason: Good Dad Jack Fenton!!! Oh how I love a good fic where Jack shows he's a competent man and father. This is a top teir example of what that looks like. One of my favorites. It makes me happy🙂

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Unveiled by DarkNymfa 9/10

Reason: I have so many emotions with this one! It's got Jack being a good dad, and a smart guy. It shows the betrayal Jack feels at finding out about Vlad. It's a good read. The writing is wonderful, and the characters are well written. (Sorry if that doesn't make sense) In all, I can't recommend this one enough.

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Here I Sit Alone by Deaths_mortal_enemy 11/10

Reason: Okay. I might be biased for this one since @deaths-true-mortal-enemy wrote it specifically for me....but it's short and sweet. It gives an interesting and unique spin on the concept of Space!Danny. It shows how big and vast and empty space can be, with wonderful descriptions and a melancholy tone. I love it.💙

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Mutant by DP_Marvel94 7/10

Body Horror TW

Reason: If you're reading Danny Phantom fanfiction, and you've never read anything by @dp-marvel94 them what are you doing with your life? I don't usually read body horror fics, cause horror in general isn't my thing. But this fic is kind of the exception. I really enjoyed it, even if I was cringing a little. (Sympathy cringe. Not a bad cringe. It was a REALLY good fic.)

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Perry Mason: 📑

Burger's ABCs by Deaths_mortal_enemy 9/10

Reason: It’s unfinished...(I'm looking at you for that @deaths-true-mortal-enemy 👀) But it's a fun collection of drabbles about everyone's favorite DA, Hamilton Burger. And I love that. It's a very cute fic.

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The Case of the Chance Meeting by Kitsune_Scribe 9/10

Reason: I don't read many ship-fics. They just aren't my thing. But, I make an exception for Burger/Della fics. And this one does not disappoint. I loved every second of it. It's adorable. There's stargazing, snow, and just cozy vibes. Honestly, I think that if you're looking to check out this ship, this might be the perfect first fic for it.💙

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Star Trek:✨️

(TNG) and i only sink deeper the deeper i think by thunder_and_stars 7/10

Spoilers: Through Season 1 of TNG

Reason: Set during and right after Riker was grabbed by the alien monster in "Skin of Evil," this one shows the panic and fear that Will must have been going through. Honestly, I loved it. Riker is one of my favorites, and it's hard to find really good fics that center around him. So it was nice to find this one. The writing was really good. The emotions were running high. Would recommend.👌🏻

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Hi. Don't mind me, I'm just gonna rant about Stargate SG1 for a bit. (Specifically about Jonas Quinn)

Jonas wasn't Daniel. And I love that about him. (I love Daniel too though. Don't get me wrong. I'm just not a fan of a character getting replaced by a different character that's basically just a recolor.) Jonas was naive and optimistic, Daniel was snarky and sarcastic. (Daniel was still optimistic, yes. I'm not denying that. But it definitely showed in different ways.) Jonas smiled almost all the time, and he was generally cheerful.

He was also smart as a whip. I think it's a lot of fun to show a character like Jonas, who learns quickly, and pair him with Daniel, who is highly intelligent, but spent longer learning his field. Their dynamic was wonderful. I love the scenes where those two get to interact.

Speaking of dynamics, Jonas was the second alien to be a main character, and it was wonderful. His dynamic with Teal'c was one of my absolute favorites. (I think they tried to recreate some of that with Vala in the last couple seasons. I still love her, and I think her character was interesting. I just think they tried to remake some of the Jonas-and-Teal'c-fun with her.) Teal’c really took Jonas under his wing. He took one look at the smiling naive man and just went "this is a child. he is a literal child. i must protect him." (Although, that may just be Teal'c with the entirety of SG1...)

And one last thing! I will stand by the opinion that Jonas had no reason to leave. He made a home on earth. SG1 became his family. It took a while to get there, it wasn't easy because of what it took for him to join the SGC in the first place. But he made a home. And what? Suddenly he's just going to leave that because he's deemed useful by his home planet again? Come on. Be real. They were just looking for a way to write him off. And it's disappointing.

42 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

I made a uquiz. Feel free to take it. Or don't. I won't be hurt if you don't want to. It's just me being goofy and trying something that I've never done before. So don't feel pressured one way or the other.

50 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hi. So, a few weeks ago, I was playing around with an incorrect quotes generator (as one does) and I put in SG1 just for funsies. I wanted to share some of the funniest ones on here

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128 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

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danny-yagami · 2 years ago

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Hii, I saw that you were doing ✨ requests ✨ and I wanted to try? This is my first request so idk if it's too specific or what, sorry.

Romantic!Awesamdude x male!reader x Platonic! Tommyinnit please? Where the reader is a warden at the prison and he's there to make sure Sam doesn't forget to take care of himself, while also being a good prison warden. Where Sam gets too emotionally disconnected, the reader makes sure he's able to snap out of it.

So the plot :

When Tommy gets stuck in prison, reader chugs a fire res and swims through lava to save Tommy. Sam, on Warden mode, gets annoyed that reader broke protocol to save Tommy, but reader just bonks him and tells him that Tommy is above protocol because he's their son. Sam, realizing he's doing the Warden thing again, just snaps out of it and ushers them out the prison. He initiates a full lockdown on the prison and calls Sam Nook to temporarily be the guard. The end is just the reader cooking dinner for his "family" while Sam and Tommy play with Fran.

If you choose to do this, thank you sm (ㆁωㆁ)

I'd love to do this!! Thank you for giving me this request, I loved reading your idea! The request isn't too specific because this actually helped me create this for you!! And I'm so sorry if this took a bit of time, I get busy with school a bit, but I tried to get it as close as I can to your request, I also hope you don't mind if the reader is like my character DannyYagami, who's a cross-breed between a human and wither skeleton ☺️

Also, welcome to the request family, and yes I just made this up haha 😂

Content contains: male!reader, platonic! Tommy, romantic!Awesamdude, reader is a warden for the prison, references to my character DannyYagami being in the story, reader is related to DannyYagami, reader and Awesamdude is dating, fluff, very little angst.

Characters: Platonic!TommyInnIt, Romantic!Awesamdude, Sam Nook, Warden!Male!Reader, Fran, Older sister! DannyYagami.

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"(Y/n)!!" My older sister, DannyYagami, screamed from outside. "Open up and hurry to the prison!!"

I groaned and slugged outside and stared at her. "Are you going to take care of Fran and Sam Nook?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "That's why I'm here. Now hurry off to your husband at the prison." She teased.

I felt my face burn as I grabbed my stuff. "We're not married Danny!!"

"Might as well be," she pushed me out of my house and shut the door.

I groaned and marched quickly to the prison and walked up to Sam, kissing the side of his forehead. He smiled and looked at me.

"Well, hello there, Love," he patted my head as I sat next to him. "I'm guessing your sister forced you here?"

I nodded and he chuckled, "I'm sorry that happened. I can understand that your sister can be a pain in the ass."

I chuckled and slipped my hand in his. "She is, but I do understand that she is doing this to look out for me. She is a great big sister to me."

Sam smiled and was about to speak when we heard glass shatter and a yelp. Sam's smile faded quickly as we both shot up.

I darted as quickly as I could to the sound to see Tommy stuck, so very close to the lava. My instinct was to jump in and grab Tommy. So, I quickly chugged a glass of fire resistance and jumped into the lava, swimming over to Tommy. I couldn't even hear Sam's shouts for me to not do that. Tommy's in trouble, he's in danger. My entire body screamed at me to go faster and grab my son. I pushed myself as fast as I could go through the lava to grab Tommy, who looked terrified and was ready to cry. He was trapped.

"Tommy!" I yelled and pushed myself out of the lava and ran to him, hugging him. "Are you okay?! Did something happen?!" Tommy shook his head as he teared up. I sighed a breath of relief and gave him a fire resistance that he chugged down immediately and I swam through the lava as carefully as I could with Tommy in my arms.

Sam huffed and stared at me as I came up to him. "You do realize that you broke protocol, right?"

I huffed and raised my fist to bonk Sam's head. "And he's our kid. Do you really think I'm gonna let my child suffer or get killed?!"

Sam shook his head, "No Sir."

"Thought so." I grumbled and dragged Tommy out. "I'm going home with Tommy. I'll grab Fran too and on my way to our house, I'm going to pick up Sam Nook."

Sam sighed and pulled me towards him and kissed my forehead. "I'll see you then."

I rolled my eyes, smiling then walked away with Tommy, comforting him on the way home.

I'm so sorry that this took a while again, I got busy with school. Also, I have been working on this ever since I got it and I had just recently ran out of what to write next after that. I did try to get it as close as I could to your request!!

Remember that my requests are always open and I love you guys ❤️

#danny yagami #danny yagami writes #dreamsmp #x reader #story requests #dream smp fanfic #dsmp #awesamdude #awesamdude x reader #romantic! Awesamdude x reader #male reader #tommyinnt #tommyinnit x reader #platonic! TommyInnIt x reader #dream smp #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp x male reader #dsmp x y/n

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quirkless-accident · 3 years ago

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Danny being the only 2-A student that survived Aizawa's

Aizawa wasn't expecting much from this new batch of kids. He never did. Last year he expelled all but five, and he had pretty low expectations this year. Some of the performances he saw during the entrance exam gave him very little hope.

He watched from his spot on the floor, tucked away in his sleeping bag. The class was loud and rambunctious and openly using their quirks as if this weren't a heavily regulated hero school. There were a few kids who were sitting down, not talking to anybody. But there was one in particular that stood out to him.

Large, icy blue eyes stared at him owlishly. He's the only one who's noticed Aizawa's presence so far. Aizawa presses a finger to his lips, and the boy zips his own and throws his hand over his back like he's tossing something away. He doesn't recognize the boy from the exam, but if he's here then hopefully he'll show at least some potential.

"If you're here to make friends then you can just leave right now," Aizawa says loudly and sternly.

The reaction from the students was definitely worth it.

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Aizawa frowned as he looked down at his watch. He gave them the standard ten minutes. Four of those minutes had passed, and there was only one student out there. The blue eyed boy, Fenton. And the only reason he hadn't been sooner was, I'm so sorry Mr. Aizawa I would have been here sooner but my zipper was stuck and-

Either way, he was the only one Aizawa was tolerating right now.

The ten minute mark came and went, and it was another three before the rest of them finally started trickling by.

"Your late," he said, very obviously annoyed. "If you want to be heroes it's time to start acting like it. Time is everything."

"I thought beating up villains was everything," said a girl with brown hair, who was using her quirk to roll around a couple of rocks in the air above her palm.

"Time is the difference between life and death," Aizawa said gravely. His temper was quickly rising, and if these students didn't shape up they were all going to fucking go home. He refused to teach anybody with no potential. He wasn't about to send a bunch of kids to their death if they didn't care enough about the right things. "If you're too late to a scene because you're too busy with your uniform or a phone call then more people die. I expect less ignorant things to come out of your mouths. Now," he brought his clipboard up, marking a red X next to the girls name. "Let's get ready for the quirk apprehension test."

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Most of this year's batch was actually pretty fit. Not a big discovery, considering they had a huge practical for the entrance exam, but it was still disappointing to see them just openly not care.

None of them were being creative with their quirks and none of them were taking this seriously.

Well. That was a lie. There was one who was actually putting in the effort.

The Fenton boy.

For the fifty-meter dash, he used his flight to help him run, and make himself lighter. And his grip strength was pretty impressive too. He thought the kid was going to break the machine for a moment there. With the standing long jump he flew again, but he also used these green beams from his hands to propel him forward. Aizawa's memory of a white haired kid blasting through robots and making sure everybody was safe while doing so slotted into his brain.

The rest of the tests went pretty much the same way. For the repeating side steps he created this gelatinous consistency of green and used it to bounce back and forth. His ball throw was fairly impressive as well. He got almost 700 meters from using his strength and another green blast to propel it forward.

He got the most sit-ups out of the class, and he barely seemed winded at all. And with the seated toe touch, he was much more flexible than he had previously let on. He did the stretch just fine, but decided it wasn't quite enough, so he phased part of his upper body into the ground just to get a deeper stretch. What was this kid's quirk again? Ghost? Phantom? He couldn't be bothered to remember right now, but he was using his multitude of powers any way he could.

Aizawa was most impressed, however, with the distance run.

The kid just wouldn't stop. He was fast, and he kept going and going and going, lapping around other students two and three times. There was no flight, no green blasts or intangibility. It was just him with his feet firmly on the ground, and he wasn't even winded. Hell, the kid wasn't even sweating. But from the pumping of his arms and the fire in his eyes he knew that out of this whole, idiotic class, the Fenton boy was the only one worth keeping around.

He had the drive the others didn't. He was incredibly powerful with a very versatile quirk, sure, but the quirk didn't mean shit if the user wasn't creative enough to make it even more so. The others lagged behind in every test, and in every test he was leaps and bounds ahead of them. And all just because he gave a shit. And from the set jaw and determination in every step, Aizawa knew it wasn't just because he might have been afraid of him. It was because he actually wanted to make a difference.

After the first two tests, he hadn't bothered with taking down the rest of the student's scores. They didn't matter because they weren't going to become heroes. And he told them as much, when they all huddled in a group to see their scores.

"Nineteen," he said. "Nineteen out of twenty of you do not have what it takes to be a hero." There was no use in sugar coating this. "I will not teach people who have no potential. I will not send you out to an early grave. The nineteen of you who are not on this list-pack up and go home. Don't come back tomorrow."

Fenton had a weird combination of shock and relief painted across his face. Shocked, probably, at Aizawa's teaching methods, but relieved that he was still in. He kept his mouth shut, though. None of the students memorized each other's names yet, and if it was obvious that he was the last man standing there would be a riot. So he walked briskly by them, slipping a note into the kids pocket as he did so, and headed to the teacher's lounge for some much needed coffee.

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Danny felt like he was on cloud 9. Out of everybody he was the only one who made it. he was thankful he hadn't said a word to anybody yet. It made it easier to be inconspicuous about it. But man, he hadn't even transformed. He hadn't wanted to bring attention to himself. He would just be another freak.

But Aizawa...He was different. He didn't know why, but he knew he could trust him. And if he was going to get taught properly, he needed to know the truth.

He walked back with the others, his head held a little higher than his peers. He slipped his hands into his pocket, and brought out a note he knows was not there before.

Good job, kid. Grab a syllabus from the class and go to your next class. Tomorrow we get started. Plus Ultra style.

-A

Danny couldn't help the small grin that spread across his face as he all but skipped to the locker rooms.

He would tell Aizawa his secret later. Right now, though? He was going to enjoy the peace and quiet of being the only student in his class.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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some-kind-of-creature · 4 months ago

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My heart, what beautiful additions from both @nerdpoe and @void-of-unparalled-chaos ❤️ Don't mind me, I'm just siting here, crying onto my cat's fur TT-TT

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We now know how things went with Damian and co, but what happens at Danny's end in the meantime? Let's go take a look and find out!!! :D

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Now that his Brother and his family knows that their dead daughter/sister is in actuality their dead son/brother, they can properly mourn him and Danny will stop getting this wrong feeling through his grief bonds.

That would be it. The End!

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That would definitely not be it. Not at all "The End!".

Danny learned this very quickly, in fact, he learned about it the very next day during his biweekly fight with Ember. A fight which gave him a lot less issues than the one last week.

A powerful ectoblast, way too powerful for the amount of strength Danny had put behind it, brought the singer easily down onto the ground and on her back. He flew down to his opponent, hoping he didn't hurt her too much.

"Everything okay down there, Ember?" The concern obvious in Danny's voice, wringing his hands together while floating just above where the other ghost lay. "I really didn't mean to hit you that hard"

Groaning, Ember picked herself up from the ground, making Danny fly away from her just a little bit. Better safe than sorry, he didn't fancy being hit with her guitar, speaking from experience it would hurt like a bit- birch!

"What happened between our fights, dipstick? How did you get even more powerful in such a short time!?" Yeah, Ember was definitely more than annoyed at being beaten this quickly into their fight. Which was understandable.

Danny rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. "I have no idea, man, I haven't really fought anyone since our last fight" Letting his hands fall down to his side and his shoulder slump, he continued, "I was way too occupied with my new grief bounds, having them feeling wrong at first and then having to correct them."

Suddenly Ember was right in front of him, her face coming very close to his, making him lean back, trying to avoid being hit by her. "Woah, not so close Ember, what would Skulker say?"

"You got new grief bonds?" Ignoring his exclamation completely, Ember took his face between her hands and stared him down, as if see could see his new bonds reflected on his face. "No wonder you got stronger!"

Now completely confused, Danny just let Ember squeeze his face. "What does me getting stronger have to do with my new grief bonds?" His question came out a bit muffled due to his cheeks being squished by her, but the singer evidently had no problems understanding him.

"Because they make you stronger, idiot" She rolled her eyes. "Especially if they are grieving the real you! How do you not know this?"

"Hey, no one told me about this! How should I have known!"

Ember lets go of Danny's face and pinches the bridge of her nose, a big sigh leaving her. She gave him a sympathetic smile. "Sometimes I forget that you did not get all the standard ghostly info when you died, I'm sorry, Babypop."

The sincerity in her eyes made Danny squirm a bit, he did not want to make her feel bad about this.

"You don't have to be sorry about this" He pulled his knees up to his torso. "It's not like you had anything to do with that, right" With that thought, he gave her a cheeky grin and stuck his tongue out. "At least, I really hope you had not, or I will write you a strongly worded letter!"

That startled a laugh out of Ember.

"You little brat!"

"A little brat that is now even stronger than you!"

"Oh, you're so on for this, dipstick!"

And with that the two of them got back into their fight, laughing all the while.

It didn't really matter that he got a bit stronger, nine new grief bonds were in the grand scheme of things not that much. Nothing had to change because of that.

Now, this would definitely be The End!

Yeah... definitely...

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Meanwhile, at the Justice League Dark monthly meeting.

"So... did you lot also feel that surge in power over the last few days?"

The answer was a nod and murmur of confirmation from all present JDL members in the room.

"Does anyone know where this power surge came from?"

This time the answer was a collective shake of heads.

"Well, shit..."

It wasn’t supposed to be a secret.

If you died while with the league, you will no longer be acknowledged to have existed, especially if you died during a mission. A disappointment will not be remembered.

The bats and birds don’t like speaking about the people they have lost, so they don’t. If someone ask about the dead, they will tell the person they don’t talk about that.

So how was Damian supposed to know that he should have told his father about his dead brother?

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hearts-hunger · 2 years ago

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growing pains || josh kiszka x reader

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Summary: As you and Josh pack up your apartment for your impending move to Nashville, Josh is right by your side for this big, scary change and all the growing pains it brings with it. || Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Reader [ + Sam x Danny, Jake x Sparrow] | Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff | Word Count: 4.6k | Warnings: anxiety, fighting

Title Song: “High, Wide, and Handsome” by John Denver

A/N: I should be packing up my apartment for my own move to Nash, but I wrote this instead hehe. I'm more excited about my move than Baby is, but I wouldn't say no to Josh offering to meditate through my feelings with me. I hope you like it!

“Baby, how do you want me to pack this?”

You looked up as Josh came into the living room, your attention briefly diverted from the sea of boxes and packing supplies around you. He was holding the beautiful gold terrarium that usually sat on your dresser, and though he was being careful with it, you had a sudden flash of anxiety and knew you’d feel better if you were in charge of it.

“Just set it on the table,” you said, turning back to the box of mugs you were painstakingly stuffing with wrapping paper. “I’ll pack it in a minute.”

You heard him give a short huff.

“You’ve said that about the last five things I've asked you about,” he said. “You can let me pack something, you know.”

“Pack up the bedroom closet,” you said, distracted.

“The closet’s already done,” he said, frustration creeping into his voice. “And I feel like I’ve already said that nine hundred times this morning, since you keep trying to get me to pack it every time I ask what you want me to do.”

You gave an exasperated sigh. “Sorry, but I’ve been a little busy, if you can’t tell. Pick something you can pack without having to ask me about every two seconds.”

He set the terrarium on the table. “I’ve tried that. But every time I do, you come in and boss me around about it because you don’t like the way I packed it.”

You could tell he was angry with you, and you were running short on patience yourself. It felt like a sauna in your apartment, the music you’d put on was now way too loud for your liking, and you were in desperate need of something to eat. You hadn’t taken the time to eat when Josh did earlier, and you regretted it now, but there was just too much to do .

“I don’t understand why you can’t just pack things the way they’re supposed to be packed,” you snapped. “It’s not that difficult, Joshua.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, here we go.” You both knew you only ever called him Joshua when you were very sweet on him or very upset with him, and it was definitely the latter this time.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” you said angrily. “I can’t babysit you the whole time. I’ve got a million other things to do without worrying that you’re going to pack the kitchen knives in with our good sheets or something.”

His cheeks pinked with irritation. “Number one,” he said, “that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Number two, I’m not a complete idiot, and I’ve done just as much as you have so far. So don’t act like I’m not helping.”

“It’s not helping if I have to go behind you and double check everything!” you burst out.

“It’s not my fault you’re a control freak!” he shot back. “Why can’t you trust me with our stuff, baby? When have I ever just thrown stuff in a box without taking care of it?”

You knew he was right, but his tone made you dig your heels in. You were well and truly fed up with him, never mind the whole idea of the move, and wondered if it wouldn’t be easier to just do all the packing yourself so you knew it would be done right.

“Can you find something to do other than annoy me to death?” you asked venomously. You stuffed another mug into the box. “Someone has to get this place packed because you decided to move us to the other side of the fucking country, Joshua. So if you’re not going to help, get out of the way so I can do it.”

He threw up his hands in exasperation. “Fine. If you want to pack the whole fucking house by yourself, be my guest.”

He left for the back porch, and though you knew he was likely only going for a quick smoke, it made your blood boil. You hadn’t taken a break all day. You’d been fussing over each and every box, including the ones Josh had packed, insisting on making sure everything was perfect. If something were to break or get lost during the move and you had to go without it in your new house, you didn’t know how you’d stand it.

You liked your apartment here, and if you could, you’d have taken the whole thing with you to Nashville just as it was. For the last two years, you and Josh had made it into a home for the two of you, decorating it with all the things you loved, making it work for you until it became your favorite place to be. You were close to your parents and the Kiszkas here. More than anything, you loved the countless precious memories you’d made in this small apartment: having the boys over at all hours; bringing Sparrow, Jake’s girlfriend, into your close friendship until she was a permanent fixture in your little family; spending long nights and early mornings with the man you loved, planning your future together.

But Josh and the boys had decided, with their team, that moving to Nashville was the next step they needed to take for the band. It made sense, from a practical point of view, and even you had to admit that it was the right choice for the band.

But what about the right choice for you?

You sighed. It was selfish to think that way; you’d known what you were getting into when you started dating Josh, and you wanted to support him in this new phase with the band in any way you could. But you couldn’t get over the heartache of leaving the only thing you knew. You’d grown up in Frankenmuth, just like the boys, and you hadn’t planned on leaving. You wanted to be able to pack up and follow Josh anywhere he needed to go without hesitation, but it was proving much more difficult than you’d imagined.

You closed the box and taped it up before scribbling a label on the top. You weren’t proud of how you’d spoken to Josh and knew you were unfairly taking your fear and frustration out on him. But you felt that he’d be even more upset if you admitted what was really going on, if he knew you were unhappy, so you resolved to just keep your mouth shut about it until you were safely, irreversibly in Nashville.

John came back in after a few minutes, turning down the music and bumping the air conditioner down another notch. You were surprised when he made his way over to you through the boxes and as-yet unpacked items you’d set out.

“Can I sit with you for a minute?” he asked, and his voice was gentle.

You shrugged as if you couldn’t care less, trying to hang onto the upset of your argument despite knowing how unproductive it would be. Your anger was a safer emotion than your sadness, and you’d rather yell at Josh than burst into tears where he could see.

He settled himself on the other side of the box you were packing and brushed his curls back from his face. His cheeks were rosy with the heat of the day, and he took a measured breath as he met your eyes.

“I’m sorry I spoke to you like that,” he said after a moment. “I was feeling kind of overwhelmed, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I know you must be feeling overwhelmed too.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Thank you,” you said quietly, still not looking up from what you were packing. You couldn’t quite manage an apology back, knowing it would open up the Pandora's box of your emotions.

He put his hand over yours. “Baby.”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

You did as he said and tried to remember the frustration you’d lashed out with earlier. His expression was concerned and kind.

“I want to help you,” he said. “I’m not trying to make you crazy, and if you need to go behind me and check everything I pack, you can. If there’s something you know you can trust me with, please tell me so I can get it done for you.”

You felt tears come and fought to keep them at bay. “I don’t... I don’t know what to tell you to do, Josh.” You wanted to trust him, but giving up that last bit of control when everything felt like it was spiraling was so difficult.

He nodded, and he smiled a little. “I bet you wish you had another one of you instead of just me helping you pack, huh? Then you wouldn’t have to worry about getting everything done perfectly.”

You were raw with guilt and his kindness was only making it worse.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect,” you lied, taking your hand away from his. “It just has to be...”

“Perfect,” he teased, but his voice was affectionate. “That’s ok, baby. I know you want things done the way you want them. I’ll try my best to do them that way.”

You covered your face with your hands. “Josh,” you said softly. You wished he would go back to yelling at you so you wouldn’t feel so awful for the way you’d treated him.

He moved the box from between you and came closer, gently pulling your hands away from your face.

“Baby,” he said gently. He held your hands between you, running his fingers over your knuckles. “We can talk about how you want everything done, and I’ll go along with whatever makes this easiest for you. But I think you need a little break.”

You nodded, mute. He smiled, pleased you’d agreed with him.

“You need to eat something,” he said, “but first, I thought we could do a quick meditation. If that sounds good to you. Just to get you centered and in the right headspace to rest for a while.”

Josh often offered to meditate with you, or else invited you to join him when he did. It was a good exercise in dealing with your anxiety, and it certainly couldn’t hurt right now.

“Okay,” you said. “If you think it’ll help.”

He chuckled. “I know it’ll help, baby. I know you, remember?”

He made sure you were both comfortable before he started, and he held your hands in a gentle, soothing grip as he guided your breathing. You closed your eyes and let yourself sink into the quiet comfort of his voice, resting in the peace of the space he was creating for the two of you in the middle of all the chaos.

“Breathe here,” he said, his voice soft and calm. “Breathe as we ask for the barriers to higher consciousness to dissolve. Breathe as we ask for the illusions of fear to fall away from us.”

You matched your breathing to his, trying to block out the sounds of your neighbors, the heat of the summer day, the fear and worry that had caused you to lash out at the one you loved more than anything. It wasn’t as easy as he made it sound — it never was, and he never pretended it came easily to him, either. As if on cue, he began to speak again.

“As humans, our minds tend to wander,” he said, and you thought you could hear a smile in his voice. “That’s okay. Don’t judge it. Simply bring your awareness back to the breath.”

You did as he said. Josh always reminded you that focusing on your breath was the simplest way to tune back into a meditation, and even if you couldn’t focus on truly meditating, breathing with intention would always be of benefit to you.

“As we begin this journey,” he said, “we ask the universal energy to surround us, protect us, and heal us from the illusions of separation, anger, and fear. Thank you for your presence and assistance on this journey.”

You loved the sound of his voice, and it was always so calm and gentle when you meditated together. Just hearing it soothed your anxiety. Some people thought Josh was being pretentious with his recent public step into meditation and spirituality; music critics didn’t seem to take too kindly to it, and some fans thought it was too new-agey or just for show. But they didn’t know Josh like you did, and you knew that Josh had been sincerely, passionately pursuing this kind of spirituality for years. He was well-versed in it, and it worked for him; you were thankful that he shared it with you, and you’d seen the fruits of it in his life as well as your own.

“Where is your body?” he asked, drawing your attention back. “Is it pulled in a million directions? Or is it here, right with us?”

He knew as well as you did that you were all over the place emotionally, and it had taken its toll on you physically.

“Do you feel sadness?” he asked. “Fear? Worry?”

You did, and you almost let them overwhelm you again.

“Give this permission to leave the body now,” he said. It grounded you, and you did your best to lean into the calm that meditating with Josh always brought you.

He ran his thumbs over your knuckles. “Breathe. You are safe here. You are held here. All of you is accepted and celebrated here.”

You felt the sting of tears. You’d been so horrible to him and couldn’t even be honest about why you were so upset. Josh loved you even after how you’d treated him, celebrated your closeness despite how you’d hurt him and still took joy in you.

“Our wounds have a funny way of showing themselves sometimes,” he said gently. “But the truth is, we all desire to be loved and accepted, to feel at peace, to feel safe.”

You didn’t even know you were crying until your breath hitched on a half-sob, and heat flooded your cheeks as embarrassment came on as strongly as your heartache. You were supposed to be quiet, and you were interrupting not only your mediation but Josh’s as well.

“Sorry,” you managed in a whisper.

He squeezed your hands.

“Shh, baby,” he soothed, fully in his meditative space but always attuned enough to comfort you. “You don’t have to apologize. This is why we’re taking this journey together. Let your body react how it needs to.”

You breathed a shaky sigh of relief and tried to settle, and Josh’s touch was grounding as tears poured down your face.

“Focus on your breathing,” he reminded you. “Whatever you’re feeling is okay. Allow yourself to be truthful to your mind and your heart.”

He took a deep breath, and you mimicked him.

“Good girl,” he praised gently. “Light surrounds us — breathe in this light. Love does not leave us, ever. This light is here to bring us back to the center of love.”

You rested in his voice and his touch, feeling a peaceful warmth fill your chest. Josh was the center of your love, and his love would never leave you.

“Gently thank the universe for reminding you of your essence,” he said.

You did. You would spend the rest of your days being thankful for Josh’s love and the way it anchored you in peace and joy.

“We can rest here,” he said. “We are one. We are joined in the truth of love and can begin to heal.”

He was silent for a long while, and you tried to match your breathing to his. Tears streaked down your face, but you were safe; Josh wasn’t going anywhere. As long as you had Josh, you could be happy anywhere in the world. Even Nashville.

“Time to leave this space now,” he said gently. “Rejoin your clear, cleansed, and grounded body. And when you are ready, slowly open your eyes.”

You waited a few moments, and you opened your eyes to see him smiling at you. He tenderly touched your cheek.

“I’m really proud of you, baby,” he said sincerely. “Thank you for letting me share that space with you.”

You put your arms around his neck and he caught you against him, hugging you tightly. You buried your face in his shoulder and cried.

“There we go,” he said softly, running his hand over your back. “Good girl. I’m right here.”

He kept up a steady stream of comforting words as you cried, and he held you until you were spent. When you pulled back, he took your hands again; you were worn out with crying, but you felt better than you had since the move had been decided on.

“Sorry for crying all over you,” you said, a little bashful at your behavior.

He smiled. “No need to apologize, sweetheart,” he reminded you. “To tell the truth, I’ve been a little worried that you haven’t had a good cry about it. This is about the move, right?”

You nodded and tried to wipe your face on your shoulder. He squeezed your hands.

“Sit tight for a second, honey,” he said as he stood. “I’ll be right back.”

He brought you back a few tissues, your water bottle, and some Tylenol. You gratefully accepted them and tried to repair yourself after you took the medicine.

“Okay,” he said, settling back in. He met your eyes. “Would it help to talk about it, baby?”

You took a deep breath. “I don’t want to... make you upset with me.”

His brow crinkled a little. “Why would I be upset with you?”

You hesitated, and he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I want you to be honest with me, baby,” he said. “Whatever’s going on, we can figure it out together. I’d be more upset if you lied about it.”

You bit your lip. “I’m excited about how moving is going to change things for you guys,” you said truthfully. “And I’m so proud of you and the boys for all the hard work you’ve put in to get here.”

He smiled. “Thank you. I’m proud of us too.” He studied your face. “But what’s bothering you, baby? Please tell me.”

You sighed. “I’m just... afraid to leave,” you admitted. “I’ve never lived anywhere else.”

“Me either,” he reminded you. “I could say it’ll be a fun adventure for both of us, and I think that’s true, but that doesn’t help us with our fear of the unknown. It’s a leap of faith, and I’m nervous to take it too.”

You looked up at him, surprised. “You are?” You’d heard nothing but excitement from Josh about the move and could never have guessed he was worried about it.

He gave you a soft smile. “Sure I am. It’s a big change. We won’t be close to our parents any more. It’s a whole new city to get familiar with.”

“And a new house,” you added quietly.

He nodded. “And a new house,” he agreed. “That doesn’t bother me so much, but I know you’re having trouble with it.”

“It’s not that I don’t like our new house,” you said. You’d picked it together, and it was a sweet, old house with lots of character in the same neighborhood as Jake and Sparrow’s house. Sam and Danny had chosen a newer, swankier apartment in the city, but it was still only a few minutes from your new home.

You twisted your fingers together in your lap and looked around your nearly-bare apartment.

“But I love living here,” you said, “and I love all the memories we made here.” You met Josh’s eyes. “It was our first place together, and it makes me sad to leave it.”

“I know, my love,” he said, and his voice was impossibly kind. “It makes me sad to leave it too. But we’ll carry those memories with us, and we’ll make lots of wonderful memories in our new home.”

He took your hands, and like he often did without ever having to be asked, he let you play with his fingers to give you an outlet for your anxiety.

“I haven’t done a very good job telling you how thankful I am for you,” he said, though you knew that wasn’t true. “I know I’m asking a lot with this move. I admire your bravery and selflessness in choosing to leave here, and I can��t tell you how much it means to me that you’re coming with me.”

You gave him a wobbly smile. “Of course I’m coming with you. You could decide to move to the middle of the desert and I’d go with you.”

He chuckled. “I know, and I love you for it.” He kissed you gently. “One day, we’ll have to make a big choice for you, and I’ll go wherever that takes us. I promise, baby. I know how big of a sacrifice you’re making for me, and I want to do the same for you when the time comes.”

You kissed him for a long while, slow and gentle and affectionate. You were glad you’d told him. You should have known better than to think that he would be upset with you for what you felt.

“I love you a whole lot, Joshua.”

He smiled. “I love you a whole lot too, baby. And for the record, I like it better when you call me that when you’re happy with me.”

Your smile was bashful. “I know. And I’m sorry I was micromanaging you to death. It’s been hard for me not to be a control freak, like you said.”

He winced. “Yeah, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

You gave a soft laugh. “No, you were right. I wanted to do everything myself because it gave me a sense of control over the move. But it’s not right for me not to trust you, and I don’t need to control everything about our move, because it’s going to be okay.”

“Yes, it is,” he agreed with a smile. “It’s like your favorite John Denver song — how does the chorus go?”

“Keep her steady, cowgirl,” you sang, knowing exactly which song he was talking about and pleased that he’d remembered it was your favorite. “Don’t let go of the reins.”

“Right,” he said, “and then it goes — you are ready now, girl, never mind the growing pains.” He kissed your cheek. “You’re ready to take this big step, baby. I know these growing pains aren’t fun, but you’re ready. And you won’t be alone.”

You hugged him again, and you loved the feel of his arms around you, steady and comforting like they always were.

“I’m sorry for blowing up at you,” you said. “Please forgive me.”

He gave you a quick kiss. “Already forgiven, baby.”

He stood and offered you a hand up, looking around your apartment.

“We still have a lot to pack,” he said.

“Yeah,” you agreed, a little overwhelmed at the thought. An idea occurred to you as you tried to decide where to start again.

“We could call everybody,” you said. “Ask if they want to come help.” You’d all helped pack up Jake and Sparrow’s place a few days ago, and you knew Sam and Danny were mostly done.

Josh raised a brow. “You sure?” he asked. “That really would mean you’d have to, uh... give up a certain amount of... control.”

You smiled at the caution in his voice as he tried to word it in a kind way.

“I know,” you said. You were less panicked about everything being done perfectly now that you were feeling more at peace with the move. “But I know I can trust you and our friends to take care of our things.”

He grinned. “Good. I’m glad. You can be in charge of the whole thing, if it’ll make you feel better.”

You kind of liked that idea, orchestrating the comforting chaos of your friends.

He took his phone from his pocket. “I’ll tell Jake to pick up some food, too.” He tapped your nose. “You have to start taking better care of yourself, little miss.”

“Yes sir,” you said. You gave him a goofy salute that made him laugh.

“Go take a break,” he said, lightly pushing you towards the back porch. “Have a cigarette, make a cocktail, whatever you need.”

You laughed. “I just might make myself a cocktail.”

He put the phone to his ear. “The stuff for a salty dog is still out,” he said, nodding to the kitchen counter.

Josh called your friends as you enjoyed your salty dog out on the porch, and all four of them were bursting through your front door soon after, already making the packing up into a party. Josh made sure you had lunch from the takeout Jake brought and, re-energized, you joined the fray.

You worked long into the night, the help of your friends’ willing hands canceled out by the time you all took to enjoy each other’s company. Danny and Sparrow were experts at making the most out of every box; Sam put himself in charge of music and store runs for packing odds and ends and gas station treats; the twins followed behind everyone else and scrubbed and vacuumed and dusted each room until it shone. You took care of the fragile, sentimental things like photos and tchotchkes and directed where you wanted the boxes to be stacked.

When all the packing was finally finished, Josh ordered pizza while Jake and Danny made drinks to celebrate. The six of you sat out on the porch and had dinner and got well on your way to being drunk.

“We’re crashing here,” Danny said with a soft laugh when Sam finished his drink and stole a sip of his boyfriend’s. “Because we’re obviously not finished drinking.”

Sam grinned when Danny offered him his drink. “Thanks, honey.”

“Groovy,” you said, leaning against Josh’s shoulder. “We need to drink all this up before we go anyway.”

You looked to Jake and Sparrow. “You two down to clown?”

She laughed. “Sure.” She kissed Jake’s cheek. “You’re pretty plastered already, aren’t you, lover?”

Jake raised his solo cup. “Naturally,” he said, drawing laughter from all of you with the gravelly British accent he’d been perfecting. “Don’t invite me into a house that has tequila in it unless you want it drunk. Drank. Dranken.”

You sat out on the porch for a while, talking and laughing and getting excited for the move you were all making together. Sitting there with your four best friends and the love of your life, you finally let yourself be excited too — it was going to be a fun adventure, just like Josh said, and you were so glad you were all going together. Your happy memories wouldn’t end when you left this apartment; you were taking everything important with you to Nashville, and you had all the time in the world to make new, happy memories with the ones you loved.

You tipped your face up towards Josh and he obliged you with a sweet kiss.

“Feeling better, baby?” he asked.

You smiled. “Much better. Thank you. I love you.”

He grinned and gave you another kiss. “I love you too, baby.”

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