#also didn't have room for it but why does everyone

[respectthepetty]

Secret Relationships Colors

There is a lot of black in this show since everyone is holding onto secrets, so when the posters for this show were initially released, I questioned why they were PowerPuff Girls' colors, but as the show's twists and turns have been revealed, it all started to make pefect sense.

Blue - Seong Hyeon

Seong Hyeon is a loyal and intelligent man which are key traits of a Blue Boy.

The first time he rescued Daon, he was wearing blue, and he was brought to the team because he was a superstar in his previous department.

He is honest about his feelings and constantly makes sure that Daon knows how he feels even if he isn't physically there.

However, Blue Boys are prone to sadness as well, but they tend to bounce back with a little push from the right people.

And what's strange is Su Hyeon could've been a Blue Boy too, especially because their romanized names look so similar.

So just like Seong Hyeon, Su Hyeon could've been just as loyal to Daon in his blue.

But there is always something lingering around him, something boiling underneath the surface, something festering just beneath his casual exterior.

And when it's finally unleashed, it becomes a vicious monster.

Green - Su Hyeon

Green Guys, when at their best, are chill and peaceful, but at their worst, they are easily prone to jealously, they are envious, and they are rotten to the core.

Su Hyeon can act the part of a chill guy, but the moment he is provoked, the beast inside comes out just like when he was at the dinner and saw the man who assaulted Daon.

Or like when he dragged Daon inside his apartment and told him to never look at Seong Hyeon like that again.

And although I believed Su Hyeon didn't turn green until the night of the assault when he used the green bottle to attack the man in the green room, it actually started before then.

The gift Daon got Su Hyeon was green, so he must have known some small aspect of Su Hyeon's true color, right?

And he also had Su Hyeon in his phone under a green-colored contact card.

Which is ironic since Su Hyeon also has someone in his phone who lights up his screen in a decaying green color.

After all, he learned how to turn into a green monster from his father.

But the real monster in this story is the sneaky devil Su Hyeon made a deal with all those years ago.

Pink - Jaemin

Pink People are normally compassionate and friendly, but when they don't get their way, they can become overemotional and childish.

Much like Su Hyeon, Jaemin hides his true color well, but it's always been there, slowly suffocating him around his neck every time he felt his grip on Daon slipping.

And just like Su Hyeon, Daon was aware in some small way of Jaemin's true color because not only did Jaemin offer him pink coffee cups when they met in the first episode and pink plates to eat off of at his apartment, but just like Su Hyeon, Daon wanted to gift Jaemin the perfect color-coded gift.

The worst part of all of this is Jaemin really does love Daon, but pink is simply a tint of red, and we all know what Red Rascals are capable of when they lose control.

And perhaps Jaemin knows he has already lost because no matter how tight-lipped Daon may be, he always gives away who has his heart through his color, and I'm not referring to the color-coded gifts.

Daon

Daon wore a green jacket when he liked Su Hyeon, and Su Hyeon now wants to give him his ring. Daon has lived in an apartment with a pink exterior since he has become closer to Jaemin over the past seven years, and Jaemin gives him a scarf to wear. But now there is a new (blue) boy in town who wipes Daon's face with a blue cloth and reminds Daon of himself.

And not only did that Blue Boy color-coordinate outfits with Daon for work, but he came prepared to love Daon.

In all the exact ways he needs.

So let's see if Daon gives his Blue Boy the perfect color-coded gift or will this love allow Daon to finally embrace his own color instead of conforming to what everyone else wants (which I think it yellow since Jaemin has a yellow pillow, Daon was lit by yellow when Su Hyeon rescued him, and he has warm lighting when wearing blue plus countless other instances!).

But either way, I'll be delighted.

[sturionic]

Thank you for your posts on the situation in Canada right now. Honestly it's been messing with my mental health to see the absolute radio silence from the (progressive! leftist! people I thought would care!) Americans I follow. I get that they have a lot on their plate but the silence has been seriously depressing. Seeing your posts get notes and get circulated helps my anxiety a bit, I just want Americans to care about this and be aware of it.

Oh, anon. I wish I could gather up you and all the existentially terrified Canadians in my notes and take everyone out for beers. The background anxiety is high, isn't it? There was a broadcast emergency alert in my city recently - it was an Amber alert - but all my groupchats and our local subreddit lit up with people saying their immediate reaction had been 'is it an invasion?' My 70-year-old aunt called me up recently to talk about whether she should get her PAL. It's bizarro world. It's messing with all of our heads.

That's exactly why I made this post. I thought maybe my American friends weren't saying anything to me about this situation because they didn't care, or felt too awkward to bring it up. Over the last week or so I've learned that actually, almost none of them have any idea. Their media is just straight up either not covering it or the reporting is egregiously skewed (LOOKIN AT YOU NYT!!). In a way, that does mean you can be heartened - your American mutuals actually would probably care very much if they had a meaningful way to sort out "51st State" 'jokes' from the fifty thousand other demented 'jokes' they're being bombarded with every week.

Americans also generally don't - and can't - understand the constant low-level hypervigilance that comes from living just across the world's longest undefended land border from the world's largest & wealthiest military. They have no idea what it's like to watch another country's every move and wonder about the ramifications to their own country. How could they? They're the country everyone else watches.

Anyways, all that to say. Keep talking about it. Don't assume Americans don't care, just assume they don't know. Stand firm that there is no room anywhere for the words "just a joke." Threatening another country's sovereignty even as a joke should actually be a massive political scandal all on its own - any country would be right to take it deadly serious for our own safety. We're not obligated to try and translate MAGAese like they do. We're allowed to take their politicians' words at face value and act accordingly.

Stand firm, be patient, know your feelings and anxieties are correct and allowed. Most of all, take care of yourself. Make what plans you need to, and foster kindness and community (not hyper-nationalism!) with your fellow Canadians. Tumblr Canadians, you're all always welcome in my asks or DMs even just to vent🍁Hâle-toi une bûche!

[aidensolas]

DAY BY DAY - INTERLUDE

A little something regarding Elliot's POV from the first chapter inspired by the mention of cabin rooms from @dearestzaychik story go check them out! As well as daybreak's way of cabins for survivors.

It was never really easy.

Forced upon something you never wanted over and over until you go insane, until it becomes too much of a routine it becomes insignificant to think about it anymore... Until it becomes a habit to where you see nothing wrong with it anymore. Is there nothing wrong to it really?

Elliot was always a person who prioritized other people rather than himself. Working in a pizzeria allowed him to see and feel that other people being happy makes him happy as well, so it always became a habit where he would rather help people than help himself, but hey, can you blame him? Is it really that much of a bad habit? Well, until you're forced into a game of never-ending death and pain, that is, not that Elliot thinks it's bad, of course; he would rather see himself hurt than other people. Giving away pizzas is what he does best, and if it could help another person survive a day in this hellhole, no matter if he died, he'd be happy, no? Though lately little cracks in his facade began to appear as he began to become more and more tired of the repeating process of dying over and over and over.

It's tiring when you have the expectations of other people to carry on your shoulder to be a pillar that can help them survive at least another round, to help them not feel the pain of dying once more, sometimes he asks himself 'Why do I have to carry this weight? This expectation?' to himself every time he wakes up on his bed, but he disregards it anyway as who would he be if not himself right? Standing up from his bed he quickly does his daily routine of tidying his bed and getting ready for another match as he left his room, he was greeted by Chance who also left his room in the same moment. His suit still messy as if he couldn't be bothered to fix it as he went out, seeing Elliot staring for a bit chance spoke up to break the tension.

"Hey.. Kid you doing alright?" He said while yawning scratching his face as he started to finger comb his hair through his hat. "Yeah... I'm doing alright! Thank you for asking." Elliot replied curtly before changing it to a more positive tone in hopes for his true feelings not to show. Chance looking at him in worry sighed and hesitantly put his arm onto his shoulder "Kid. If you need someone to talk to I-" his words we're cut off as Elliot was immediately transported to a match which felt out of place and oddly weird due to matches only happening in set times and in proper intervals from what he knew another match shouldn't happen for about an hour. "No use in crying about it now since we're here..." Elliot mumbled to himself he gathered himself accordingly and decided to roam around the map finding it too empty and too quiet...

Where is everyone? Is he the only person in the match? 'It can't be.' he thought it shouldn't matter no it doesn't matter what he should focus on right about now is surviving and helping another person if there is any. So in an attempt to motivate himself he puffed his chest and confidently walked over to a gen and started to do repair it but he couldn't help himself from thinking which killer is it going to be and how is he going to die by their hands again, he shuddered and shook the thoughts away as he continued to repair the gen it took a while but he was now half way done repairing until he saw a silhouette of a person he can't make out their face as it was heavily blurred and glitched? They didn't seem to be hostile as they went to do the gen with him, so he asked a simple question regarding their name " Hey... You look new around here, what's your name? " Elliot watches as the figure Infront of him looked at him blankly... ' This is Awkward they have no mouth... ' Elliot pursed his mouth as they both continued to do the gen together in complete silence. As they finished Elliot spoke out once more " Hey do you know what it means to be here? " The figure looked at him as he was about to open his mouth once more, he felt a searing pain at the side of his stomach he immediately turned to look a green sword impaling his body he winced in pain as he could feel the pain building up ' Don't cry. Don't cry. You're used to this if you scream, you're going to scare the new person. ' He thought as he was keeping his tears in.

He immediately tried to struggle against the entanglement of the sword to no avail (Pizza man can't click the pop-ups quick enough such skill issue smh) he could see the rapid approach of the killer he then saw the newbie go Infront of him which made him smile a bit as even though the pain was getting to him. He closed his eyes for a bit to focus on getting rid of the entanglement to no avail he opened his eyes once more to see the figure he once thought he could rely on running away leaving him to rot. He watched in shock as he saw you turn a corner disappearing; he looked at the killer Infront of him which who was already preparing to end his life. " No... Pizza? Heh." Before the sword ended his life, he threw a pizza at the killer's face making an audible 'SPLAT!' and for one last time glanced at the direction you ran in and sighed as the sword sliced his own being.

God he really hated people like you.

I got bored so I decided to write because why not right? Since I have the motivation why not use every last drop. Also, Any Elliot mains who just hate when you see someone who could help you and they're like "Nah me first." and leave you to fend for yourself. ITS ME CODED BUT WHY DO I GET ANGRY RAAAA anyways most of this were my analysis practices on character and how I think they would be portrayed in a more serious way if you liked it or disliked it let me know! See you all have a nice day <3

[anonmousegosqueek]

Okay, since you asked, here's a headcannon about Gaz! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

He used to do this thing where he would just...lie about things for no reason. It wouldn't be big either just little random things, and would then immediately admit that he was lying.

Like let's say his favorite color is purple if you ask him he might just say green, and then immediately tell you that it was actually purple.

Price once asked how a mission in Rome went (don't ask why I chose Rome I just couldn't think of anywhere else) and Gaz said that they actually went to Australia. They didn't, everyone in that room including Price knew they didn't, which led to this conversation:

Price: ...

Gaz: ...

Everyone else: ....

Price: Do you do this for fun?? (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒)

Gaz: No sir. (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

He still does it sometimes just not as often.

Me? Asked for a Gaz post? Whaaaat- nooooo!

(thank you so much, I live off of him)

But also you literally just described pathologicliar!Gaz, I'm here for it.

I don't think it happens on the field, he's solidly on soldier duty and knows that one little lie could cost him and his friends their lives. But off the field?

Soap: "Gazzy! When's your birthday?"

Gaz: "June 31st (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧"

Price from the other room: "WHAT THE HELL GARRICK- YOUR BIRTHDAY IS FEBRUARY 15TH!! JUNE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE 31 DAYS??"

Soap: "...june doesn't have 31 days...?"

Or

Ghost: "Kyle. Do you have my pen?"

Gaz: "Yes sir!"

Ghost: "..."

Gaz: "..."

Ghost: "Are you gonna give it back?"

Gaz: "I lied, I haven't seen it. Sorry. Ask Roach?"

So yeah, he lies. Thankfully it kinda wore off the longer he was in the team. Nowadays, if he is lying, it's pretty obvious. Doesn't stop him though, it's just kinda part of the Kyle Garrick experience.

Roach: *how old are you?* :3

Gaz: "10."

Roach: *wrong.* >:(

[lukie17]

What if the roles were swapped?

Onychinus Leader! Zayne

• No one understands the leader of Onychinus, no one has even seen him in person and if they ever cross paths with thim, they do not live to tell who does he look like.

• No one could even think what he was thinking. Were his joke only jokes or they were a treat? No one could tell. Luke and Kieran are the only ones who understand their boss, what do you mean that he is making a deadpan face? He is happy to see Miss Hunter!

• Onychinus Leader! Zayne who would give you gift from nowhere, once you came back home, finding it completey reagrranged with all the things you liked! After a long afternoon bargaining with him, you managed to take it back the were it was, it's not like you didn't want what he was giving you, but you didn't feel comfortable with a change like that without asking you first. But guess what? Your room in the N109 zone was like the home he had to rearrange.

• Zayne would actually tell you that he loves you because he doesn't have a curse on him! Are you looking at him? He would tell you how much he loves you. If the evol handcufss ever appear he would become such a tease, the jokes would never stop comming.

• This Zayne is not afraid to dirty his hands, I can imagine him torturing someone in the afternoon, only to came back with you with the sweetest dessert. Is his shirt stained with blood? Don't worry about it, darling. This Zayne would kill if it's necessary.

• Everyone is so afraid with him, and they do not dare to mess with him nor try to bargain. We know that our Doctor Zayne is an introvert person who only looks menacing, but Onychinus Leader! Zayne has a worst resting face, since no one can read him, no one dares to mess with him.

• Luke and Kieran definetly laughing at his dry jokes, really laughing, they think that their boss is a comedian like no one else. They also tease him when Miss Hunter comes, they once got so far to wrapp you up for him, they were frozen for an entire day after that.

• This Zayne is calculating, I don't think he would have survillaince like Sylus does, but he heas a really great awarness of where you are and who is with you. He will take down any treat to you, he does not forgive when it comes to you.

• Since this Zayne does not have any limitations, he will tell you that he loves you every day and that he wants you, even though his ears are read, he will never stop telling you so.

• Imagine being in function with Zayne, instead of a glass of alcohol in his hand, there is always a dessert, no one undertands why he has it. Maybe he is just holding the plate for Miss Hunter, so when they see him eating that dessert, they are wondering if he is really the same man who had the N109 under his control.

[sarnai4]

A Day at the Beach

Headcanons for how this would go. (Because this is the random thought I had today)

Athena: Studying the science of the beach. Apparently, the chemical combination of the sand particles is slightly different than at the last beach, so now, she must observe the impacts of this. She also wants to know the specifics of why the tide is high, predicting it perfectly without any prophetic visions needed. Later, she gives in and does a variety of beach-themed competitions/wars against Ares when she gets sick of him messing with her.

Ares: Dividing his time. 50% of his day is spent with Aphrodite. He's making her sand sculptures with "I love you!" written all over them, playing in the ocean with her, and snarling at anybody who looks not so respectfully at her new bikini. The other 50% is spent bugging Athena until he gets her to hang out with him. Now, he can see who's faster on the water skis and if he can spot more fish while snorkeling than she can. (At one point, he turned into a dog to tackle her.)

Aphrodite: Trying to see if she and Ares can sneak off to a nude beach without anyone noticing. Mostly, she's just having fun there with him. She's draped over him any chance she gets and is going to get a tan while he and Athena are playing. Despite that, she is also ready to kill anybody who gives him googly eyes. It happened last time and someone reported the death. Now, they are banned from that beach.

Demeter: She's collecting shells to bring Persephone. If any of them are extra special, she'll include them in some cornucopia arrangements later. She enjoys seeing the younger gods having fun and will normally participate in some of the activities. (Low-key, she's also checking out that cute guy playing beach volleyball. So help her if Zeus kills this one too...)

Hades: He's smothering himself in sunscreen. He literally bathed in it the previous night and he still feels like he's going to burst into flames. It's so bright here. Why couldn't they have gone on a cloudy day? He wanted to go to a cavern as a family vacation, but noooo. He's either going to stay under the water, hide under Hestia's umbrella, or let one of his nephews or nieces bury him in sand.

Hermes: Probably the one who'd dig Hades out of the sand. He's trying to see how much havoc he can cause. Anything from stealing umbrellas to drinks is an option. He also walked by Zeus and called out, "Don't get heat rash, Granddad!" then ran. He keeps doing stuff like this. He's also trying to peek into the ladies' changing rooms, a decision that caused Artemis to pummel him since he didn't realize until too late that she was approaching.

Zeus: He's trying to see if he can flirt without Hera catching on. Spoiler alert: he can't. He keeps flexing at obviously intentional moments around anyone he thinks is attractive. His family has banned him from being in the water when they are. Last time, he inadvertently electrocuted them all and killed the mortals. On a very related note, they're ALSO banned from that beach now.

Hera: She's not even enjoying herself. She's practically on babysitting duty with keeping Zeus in her sights. To make this easier, she decided to take over for the lifeguard and use one of those tall chairs to spy on everyone. Gradually, she stops the others from enjoying themselves too since she makes little jabs at them from up there.

Artemis: She's trying all the water sports. She's also daring anybody to look at her. Just try. (Please don't. It doesn't end well.) She almost got stopped from entering because weapons weren't allowed, but Apollo helped convince the mortals that her arrows were probably okay and the likelihood of her killing someone was a max of 49%.

Apollo: He's having the time of his life...whenever Artemis isn't around. He sort of regrets that whole arrow thing. He's getting new beach gfs and bfs left and right, but she scares them all away. He winds up hiding around Ares and Aphrodite, hoping their lovey-dovey stuff will sufficiently gross her out so that she doesn't look hard enough to see him.

Hestia: She's wearing such a conservative swimsuit that Aphrodite isn't sure if it's just a dress. She's not much of a swimmer, but she likes her umbrella time. She can use this time to read. It's nice to watch the kiddos too and yes, this includes her siblings because nobody's about to act like she's not really the oldest and get that disappointed grandma-esque frown >:(.

Hephaestus: He designed a wheelchair that's perfect for sand and the water. He's actually spending more time making custom orders for people who want some of these vs really spending time on the beach. If he gets a chance, he's probably going to make a sandcastle that's far too elaborate to be made out of sand.

Dionysus: Beach bar. There wasn't one? There is now. Everybody's at it, getting completely wasted. It's actually a little concerning and someone should probably give them water, but that someone won't be him. Oh, and beach party. He gets Apollo to start playing music and everybody is obliged to dance. It's a perk of being the baby. He gets to be spoiled every once in a while.

Poseidon: Obviously, he's having a blast. This is his element and it was his idea. He's surfing, riding on some dolphins, and getting carried around by sharks. He made didn't notice when a jellyfish stung Zeus when he started getting closer to the water, thinking nobody noticed. He becomes king of the beach party which toootally isn't making Zeus bitter.

[arayeee]

Lena Kieran Luthor, head canon(s). Buckle up.

Lena is not a robot. She feels things, deeply, intensely. That is why she isolates, builds walls, and suffers alone.. Because she doesn't want to be a burden to others. We only saw her allowing Kara to see her so emotionally vulnerable, because Kara took the time to break those walls down. That is part of the reason why Lena was so devastated by Kara's secret. Because she allowed Kara to see the real her. The only other person besides Kara to ever see that, was honestly probably Jack and Sam.

Lena isn't helpless. Everyone thinks just because she is rich she basically can't do things for herself. She wasn't always a CEO. She went to college where she certainly didn't have a butler or assistant waiting on her 24/7. She also lived with Jack in Metropolis. I can just picture their weekends full of little trips to the farmers market and grocery runs in between projects they were working on in their garage. Lena didn't get the fancy driver or assistant until she moved to National City and took over the company and changed it to L-Corp for a force of good. And even then, she didn't always use her driver or ask her assistants to do every single thing for her. She's not a helpless woman, she can do things for herself and she proves that countless times.

She had a traumatic childhood. Her birth mother drowned, she was adopted by some random ass family who was loaded. Her adoptive mother acted as if it was an inconvenience to have her there, her adoptive brother took her under his wing while they were kids and protected her. Her adoptive father later dies and then secrets are unleashed when Lena grows up. As an adult she watched as her brother became a horrendous man, adoptive mother is a narcissistic women who later admits to Lena that her "adoptive father" was her birth father and she was the product of an affair, which is WHY Lillian despised her as a child. So yeah, her mental state as an adult is kind of fucked because of trauma, plus add in her brother, mother and anyone else who hates Lena's good heart, trying to kill her. I mean, that does some damage okay. So no, she's not the best in social situations nor with emotions, but she finds her people through the turmoil and she tries. BUT. Just because she isn't the best with feelings and dealing with her own emotions, does not mean that she is weak. She is strong and she stands her ground when it's needed and she's go to bat for any of her friends.

Lena loves her friends. She loves being able to let loose and be herself. She laughs and jokes around and she's allowed to BE HERSELF. Which means she gets to nerd out and talk science and with Winn or Brainy she gets to team up on projects. With Alex, Sam, Kelly, Kara and Nia, she gets to drink wine and have girl nights and shit talk. J'onn, he is a big papa bear and she can go to him for advice if she needs a father figure. Back to Kara though, Lena gets to cry with her and tell her all the horrible things she's been through. She gets to let loose and breathe. I mean, we saw her at Sam's. She wasn't wearing fancy clothes or dresses, she wore sweats and a sweatshirt, a messy bun and then let it down into its natural state. She was able to be her sad drunken self and speak truth. Because she trusts Sam and Kara with the real her and her vulnerable side. Because Lena is actually an emotional little baby and she can't always be that way. Because a lot of people see it as a weakness when it's not.

She is SO SO smart, like IQ of Einstein smart. But she is also dumb. She stumbles, she mumbles, she's quirky and nerdy and goofy and clumsy. Because she is human. She makes mistakes and she owns up to them. She may be the smartest one in the room besides Brainiac 5, but she's quick witted and sarcastic and smooth with her words.

Lena Luthor may be a lot of things, but she is not a robot nor is she a damsel in a tower needing saving. Her world has crumbled multiple times and she's always dug herself out, picked herself up and brushed herself off.

[yoosung-ah]

1. nothing could be more suspicious than that hair of yours. I swear this woman's hair gets bigger every time I see her. is that all real, or extensions? if it's real, then drop that haircare routine sis

2. if you choose the first one, Rika accuses you of being a pervert. she's not entirely wrong, but also, why did Cheritz even give us that option to begin with? this is not how I wanted to see him on his knees. bad vibes

3. top 10 saddest screenshots ever taken. literally just put me out of my misery

4. to draw this interaction this way was such a choice. I love how it looks both homoerotic and like a weeb's rendition of a biblical painting using their favourite characters from different franchises

5. first, I'm a fan of how this looks like the cover of one of those cheesy romance novels that grandmas read, and second, literally impossible. cruel of him and the writers to even suggest such a thing. I'm too selfish and don't have the coping skills or neurological genetics to do what you're asking of me

6. the absolute purity that radiates from this is unmatched. I almost don't want to be with him because he's too good for anyone. also babe did you break into V's studio to take this photo with the professional backdrop and everything? because I support that kind of behaviour

7. let's all together beat him up, then. if, like discussed in your AE, "there's no right or wrong," then violence should be acceptable. him and his security guard can't take us all on, and aren't you all about self-sacrifice? and protecting the twins? where's that attitude now?? you're already going to jail anyway. surely you have some repressed anger that you can make use of. Rika and I have enough crazy between us to equate to 3 men in battle too, like let's go

8. same energy as "now I feel weird" or "my head hurts" from days 8 and 9... sir, is this your tsundere way of saying you have feelings for me? I'm flattered, but as you can see, I already have a bf

9. we get called a goddess by both Chois. Cheritz saw the feedback from AS and Yoosung's route and made good use of it

10. "but not me" same. let me know if you need my help in any way. like how V "helped" Rika after her "skirmish" with your mom

... this feels oddly meta. as if Cheritz was like "we know you sickos have fantasized about ending up with both of them, so here you go" and you get to be with just Saeran in the alternative end. here it feels like Saeran's your husband, but Saeyoung's your boyfriend. like why they both holding bouquets, with us in the middle? I thought Saeyoung was looking at his brother's happiness, but he's actually looking at us

in addition to Chairman Han, I am petitioning Cheritz to also give us a Driver Kim and Prime Minister route. the former has a heart of gold but his voice and cadence makes me think he may have k!lled someone in the past, and I know that the latter has, but red flags never stopped us before

[unproduciblesmackdown]

winston my quant of billions

[tackminyard]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw

[softquietsteadylove]

Both Gil and Thena are like super strong aliens, and Gil is like the strongest man on earth, there is no way they didn't break the bed while doing it. May i ask for a very spicy one where that happens.

Gilgamesh pressed his back to the door once it was closed behind him. "Finally."

Thena laughed quietly. She agreed, and not just because they were finally on dry land again. The journey to this continent had been harrowing for her, and she truly never wanted to board a human sea-faring vessel ever again.

Gil chuckled as well, moving from the inn room door and over to her on the bed. "Feeling better?"

The Warrior Eternal sighed, folding herself into his side immediately. The voyage was long, the sea's movement and tempo was sickening. And they were separated for much of the voyage, which was arguably worse for her than the other two drawbacks.

Gilgamesh received her, rubbing her back and pressing his lips to her temple. "I've got you."

"Hm," she purred, pushing her face into his shoulder and inhaling. "You smell of the sea."

"I smell like sweat and barnacles, probably," he snorted, pushing some hair behind her ear. "You smell like fresh sea air."

"I never want to see the ocean again."

"I don't think we have that option, sweetheart," he smiled, pulling her closer until she was ultimately in his lap. They continued to paw at each other, nuzzling and pushing their faces closer as if to fuse into one being. "But I promise it'll at least be a while until we have to face it again."

"So be it," Thena murmured, her fingers trailing down to the tunic he was wearing. It was commonfolk clothing, worn solely so they could stick out on the ship as little as possible.

It hadn't been very successful. The group of completely stunning beings from seemingly multiple strange lands had drawn plenty of attention.

"Is this because of the ocean smell?" Gilgamesh chuckled as she pawed at his shirt. "Or did you just miss me?"

"It can be both," she parried, tilting her head up and touching her lips to the underside of his jaw.

He leaned into a proper kiss, their lips sealing together. She undid his shirt while he unfurled the shawl that had been around her shoulders through the whole journey. He didn't want her to get cold, but it did little to hide how svelte her beauty was. "I would have thought you wanted to rest."

She was tired, but it was more urgent she feel his heartbeat beneath her palm. "The only thing I desire is you."

The Strongest Eternal heeded her wishes, as he always did. He let her pull his shirt off over his head, while he worked on getting her dress off her.

"This continent is the last place with Deviants on it. I'll have to find you some armour," he whispered between kisses, although as soon as her body was free of her dress' bodice his hands were upon her skin.

She hummed her appreciation. His palms were greater support than any cloth or corset or boning structure. His hands cradled her breasts with love and appreciation--in a way only he was capable.

The bed creaked as they moved, Gilgamesh scooping up her smaller body and moving her to the center of the bed. He laid over her. Her hands made quick work of his suspenders and his trousers were done away with shortly afterward.

Thena moaned as he kissed her neck, trailed his tongue down her throat until his mouth could join his hands in their worship of her. Her back arched as he kneaded her ache and soreness away. He was perhaps too enthusiastic about it. "I am not a loaf of bread, Gilgamesh."

"No," he emerged to grin at her. He kissed her again, letting his fingers trail around and over her nipples once more before continuing further. "You're much sweeter."

Thena let out another, louder moan. She dug her heels into the bed under them as his fingers moved between her legs. He wasted no time, touching her in a way that was breathtakingly familiar. They knew every inch of one another.

"Good," he encouraged her, his fingers entering slowly. "Just relax. It's you and me."

Let the world bleed away, he was saying. The sea, their mission, even the rest of their team were far away. It was only them in this little bubble. Thena slid her arms up over her head until she could dig her fingers into the pillow, its linens giving way to her rounded fingernails like wet paper to a spear.

Gilgamesh lifted her hips, propping her up against his thighs as he crouched. Lifting her with one hand was the same as picking up a light tome, as far as he was concerned. She was so lithe, so precious and delicate. He always handled her like a newly budding flower stem. Her skin was soft as petals and she had her own sweet, intoxicating scent to her.

"Yes," Thena gasped, tightening around his stimulation. She was not a creature made for relaxation, but Gilgamesh could always lure her into it. He could work some kind of sorcery that had her twisting and turning and aching for his touch. "That's it, I'm-"

"Stay with me," he whispered, moving his fingers faster within her. He always touched her this way first. He needed her pleasure like he needed his own. One inexorably led to the other, and the more at ease she was, the better their pleasure could be.

Thena threw her head back and moaned up into the constructed canopy of the bed, just some linen stretched over the top frame supported by the posts. It was of semblance to the canopies sheltering beds of luxurious nobles on other continents. She blinked up at it. "Reminds me of the beds we had in Rus."

Gilgamesh grinned to himself. He was always pleased when she could find release. He had a first hand sense of her muscles loosening, her nerve endings absorbing things and helping to dull the sharp, prickling awareness that always had her on edge. "Yeah, those were pretty nice."

He crawled over her again to kiss her. She could taste that he had licked her arousal off his fingers first.

"Think this one is as strong as they were?"

She rolled her eyes at his vigor but allowed it. With great effort, she lifted her arms from the bed and looped them around his neck. "That is far from my concern at the moment."

He kissed her even more fervently. Their lips met again and again like waves crashing into cliffs. Their bodies moved seamlessly to create one amalgamation of them both, skin sealed together with skin. Her legs wound around him as he pushed into her completely.

Gilgamesh moaned even louder than she did as he buried himself to the hilt. Their pelvises met, grinding together as they both adjusted to the fusion of their bodies. He looked good, head tilted up, mouth dropped open. He looked to be in worship (rightfully so, the Goddess of War thought).

She pressed her lips together as another moan rippled through her body, and even passed into him via vibration. Her shoulders shimmied in the bed, making it groan again. "Was our separation even harder on you than I?"

"I dunno about that," he mumbled, slowly coming back to her as his head dropped again. He gripped her thighs, firmly but gently, softly but passionately. "But maybe there were a few nights when I had to more than take a leak off the side of the ship."

She rolled her eyes at her lifelong beloved. "Such a romantic."

"Hey, you asked," he laughed, and got a giggle out of her too. Laughing felt funny when they were joined like this, but it also felt doubly joyous, the movement travelling through both of them in a kind of feedback loop.

He sighed, kissing up her arm and to her shoulder and then her cheek as she wrapped her arms around his neck again. He folded himself into her, his shoulders against hers, chest to chest, leaving only room between their waists to accommodate their joined lower halves. "I missed you."

"Hm," she mused as she ran her fingers through his hair. Every breath they took felt like it healed a scar that had appeared over the course of the journey. Every time her chest rose and collided with his doing the same, she smiled. "As did I."

He raised his head again to kiss her as he started moving. "I love you, Thena."

She didn't need words for her reply. Every minute of every day was her reply to that statement. And moreover, in the moment, her muscles did the replying, squeezing around him by sheer reflex.

He kissed her, letting her reciprocation seep into him bone deep. His hips moved, making the bed squeak with each and every thrust. The more he picked up speed, the more sound it caused, the feet even scraping against the uneven flooring. "This fuckin' bed."

Thena gasped as he changed angle, scraping against her in a most lascivious way. "You were the one who couldn't - ah! - wait."

He huffed, some of his libido overtaking his previous lightheartedness. "Haven't been able to hold my wife properly for weeks, damn right I wasn't waiting anymore. I don't care if this thing falls through the floor."

Thena bit her lip amidst smiling. It was a funny thing to imagine, but the excitement at the idea was a welcome and unexpected side effect.

He snorted, leaning up again so he could hold her hips and thrust harder. Their skin slapped together and the bed started truly swaying with their motions. "You think so too, huh?"

She said nothing, but her moans began floating up and out of her again as he pressed his thumbs into the pits of her thighs, spreading her lips and allowing him to dig in deep. "I am not thinking anyth-!"

Gil moved one hand, gripping from the bottom of one hip and from the top of her other. His thumb stretched down to slither through her blonde curls and drag across her firmest nerve center.

"Ah!" Thena gasped from deep in her chest. Her breasts fell and rose, she gripped the headboard, but it was completely shattered as soon as she did so. The wood splintered and clattered to the floor beneath the window. "Shit."

"Fuck!" Gilgamesh joined her in her unmitigated ecstasy. They were both being driven purely by physical sensation and instinct. One of his legs stretched out behind him, but his foot destroyed the back of the bed as well.

They both were forced to pause as the 'canopy' frame tumbled out of the post next. Gil launched forward, covering her body with his. The wood fell to the side with not nearly as much climax as they possessed. He peeked at it, and then at her, the linen from it draped over their nakedness now. "You okay?"

She was panting for breath, chest flushed and skin aflame. Perhaps somewhat dazed, but unharmed, she nodded.

"You sure? I-"

"Keep going."

He blinked just once before he resumed his position. If anything, she was tighter than before, the moment of startlement having coiled her muscles again. "Fuck, sweetie, you gotta relax."

"I was," she panted as she let herself drown in the feeling of him moving inside of her again.

"I'm close, I'm really - really - close," Gilgamesh less informed her and more spouted off from pure need. His hips picked up a pace over which he had no control. "Come on, sweet'art, just let go."

Thena moaned from her gut as Gilgamesh poured into her. Hot, molten love coursed through her veins as she followed, like a tree tumbling in a forest and knocking down the second nearest. Her core squeezed around him. His heat, his firmness, feeling every breath he took from the inside out; her vision went white and her whole body arched off the bed.

The room was full of panting breaths, fallen wood, even hay and feathers from the bedding. Gilgamesh caught his breath, running a hand through his hair. He let go of her slowly, watching the imprints of his hands on her disappear slowly against the colour in her skin.

Thena moaned as he slipped out of her, in more ways than one. The last time they laid together felt like a lifetime ago, now, but he always made up for any time lost, that was certain. Her head wasn't even on the pillow she had ripped in half, her hair was everywhere, intermixing with the white downy feathers flying in the air. Her skin felt warm to the touch, as if she had been lazing in the sun like an iguana on a rock. She lifted her arms (at least she thought she was lifting her arms).

Gilgamesh obliged, leaning over her once again and kissing her soundly. Their breathing synced up and he departed from the kiss only to leave countless more against her flushed cheeks and neck and chest. "You okay now?"

"Hm," she purred from her chest, her hands running over his skin idly, just for the enjoyment of it. "Deeply."

"Good," he chuckled, leaning up from her embrace only to examine the damage. The linen of the bed was draped around them awkwardly, the bed itself was in shambles. It was a miracle it was still on its legs and off the floor, truly.

The door slammed open, Kingo and Sersi rushing in. "Is everything okay?! We heard a--whoa!"

Kingo held his hand up, although he had truly only seen Gil's naked back and the state of the room around the fallen sheet. Sersi squeaked, turning away at even the implication of a pale leg hanging off the edge of the bed. "Sorry!"

Kingo pulled the door behind him, but they could clearly hear him long after it was closed. "Seriously?! We're here for five minutes and they've totally wrecked the place!"

Thena pulled her lover back to her, laughing into his shoulder.

He chuckled as well, pressing a kiss to her hair as he began smoothing it down. "Laugh it up, you're not gonna wanna look at him for the rest of the day."

She chose to ignore his - completely untrue - implication that she would feel shy at being discovered. "Poor Sersi won't be able to speak to us for a week."

Gil nuzzled into her again, settled on his side with her, wood and linen and feathers be damned. "We'll have to get another room."

"We will," she agreed, rolling and sliding her limbs along his skin until she felt properly affixed to him.

"What will we tell them?" he laughed. He twisted, reaching behind him to tug the linen just enough that he could somewhat drape it over them (but mostly her).

"That this continent is full of very dangerous creatures," she murmured, using the exact vageries that Ajak tended to use on people these days. "One flew right through that window."

Gilgamesh laughed from his belly, which shook against her pleasantly. "Oh, now we're flat out lying to people?"

She smiled against his pectoral, losing all sense in her extremities to the warmth overtaking her brain. "Do you wish for me to say that my husband made love to me so voraciously that their bed is in shambles?"

He blushed.

She let out a chuckle of her own, situating her head under his chin just so. "That is what I thought. And regardless, that is a matter for later--if not tomorrow."

She was done with absolutely anything and everything as of now, as far as she was concerned. Everyone else, their mission, even the rest of their team were far away. It was only them in this little bubble.

[choking-on-roses]

If you're a minimalist and you pride yourself on that, that's great! But if you know someone who is NOT a minimalist you are actually free to shut the fuck up about it. Just so you know.

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hiii! 'tis me.

[ilibelle]

Imagine that your uniform is made up of several layers of different types of fabric and bulletproof shields. In addition to the extra fabric, you wear a mask and helmet that cover your entire face. Your costume makes it impossible to identify whether you are a woman or a man, and to top it off, you never speak. This leads people who aren't part of your squad to believe that you're just a short man who never speaks.

You work for the squad led by Colonel König. Recently, there were some situations that resulted in Kortac temporarily joining Task Force 141, two squads united to capture a terrorist.

You are not and have never been a sociable person. You don't talk to people you don't know and you always let someone else do the talking for you. As much as you are an adult woman, mature enough to make decisions on your own, you are shy. Very shy.

It's not unusual for other people to ask your teammates about you, always wondering why you don't speak up. They ask about the many layers of fabric that make up your outfit, whether you don't suffocate from the excess cloth and pockets.

And these people always refer to you in the masculine.

Always.

Soap is a bit of a curiosity when it comes to mysterious people who don't interact much with others in the room and who just stand in a quiet corner, far away from any living thing in the room. No wonder he made Ghost his best friend.

So believe me when I say that he's intrigued by you. The mysterious, masked guy in the dark corner of the room, who so far hasn't interacted with anyone since he arrived. You've caught his attention, but he won't talk to you because something inside him tells him not to come up to you out of the blue.

Something inside him tells him to take it easy this time, because that something inside him thinks that the outside of that guy should be molded slowly to reveal the inside. Does that make sense?

The first person Soap will ask about you is König, because them strangely hit it off, much to the unhappiness of Ghost, who didn't like König. Perhaps it's because he's taller and has stolen the role of being the tallest in the room from Ghost.

And also because he saw König talking to you about something, but you didn't use your voice and just nodded. Which led him to think that maybe you were mute.

Soap approached König with a smile, bringing up some other subject before starting to ask questions about you. He doesn't want to sound weird.

"Hm... You know, I keep asking myself..." Soap begins, waiting for a signal to continue.

"What is it?" König asks, crossing his arms and smiling beneath his mask.

"That guy in the corner... Why doesn't he join the others?"

"Oh." König straightens his posture and looks at you, standing in the corner of the room and staring at an interesting spot on the floor. "She's a bit shy, don't worry."

The gears turned slowly in Soap's head after this information.

"IT'S A WOMAN?!!??!!!!?"

It wasn't Soap's intention to draw the attention of everyone in the room, Including you, to him and König. But it just happened.

Hello:)) it's my first time posting something written by me and my English is terrible, but I tried my best with a translator 😞

[hurtspideyparker]

If Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together Part 2

Read Part 1 and Part 3

Tony: Why is Underoos mopping the ceiling?

Sam: Told him since he's sticky that's his chore

Bucky: It's only fair he helps out around the house

Tony: Hm. Makes sense

-

Vision cooked dinner:

Peter: *pushing around food to make it look eaten*

Natasha: *surreptitiously spitting into napkin*

Steve: *taking small bites with tons of water*

Bucky: *just stares at full plate*

Tony: Well this is disgusting, I'm ordering pizza

-

Sam: C'mon man stop moping around, you gotta get yourself a girl

Bucky: Ok.

Sam: Ok? Okayyyyy! I know-

Bucky: Give me your phone

Sam: Oh you got a number in mind already hotshot? *hands phone over*

Bucky: *ring* Hi Sarah ;)

Sam: BOY-

-

Peter: Ned thought you would seperate your colours from your lights but he also thought you'd be homophobic so I don't pay him much mind cuz clearly I'm more of a superhero expert than him but he does have a 2% better average than me in history so like maybe you do hand wash your clothes and that's why I asked what underwear you wear because-

Steve: *listening intently with apprehension and alarm*

Natasha: I can't believe you found the one person on Earth who talks more nonsense than you

Tony: I know right, it's incredibly unnerving. I'm planning on adopting him

-

Peter: Mr. Stark I have to tell you something. I think Vision is a... *whispers* pervert

Tony: Um, why?

Peter: He keeps floating through my room without knocking! He saw me changing, he saw my nipples !

Tony: Well if anyone's a predator here it would be you. I mean showing your nipples to a 2 year old? Deplorable.

Peter:

Peter: Oh god, I'm the pervert...

-

Bucky: Y'know animosity isn't good between teammates. I think we should spend more time together

Sam: Am I being punked right now? Where's the camera

Bucky: I'm serious. I think it would be healthy for us to bond

Sam: Okay fine I'll bite... what did you have in mind

Bucky: Wanna go for a run?

Sam: *slams door in Bucky's face*

-

*staring at Bucky's sparkly clean metal arm*

Bucky: Dishwasher?

Peter: Dishwasher :)

(later that day)

Bucky: I've decided to let the child live

Peter: YoU wHaT?!

-

Thwip

Tony: Who took my coffee cup, It was right here

Thwip

Bruce: Um, has someone seen my book? I just had it

Thwip

Steve: I could've sworn I was holding a pen a moment ago

*giggling from the ceiling*

Tony: Young man I will take those webshooters away if you use them for shenanigans and rascality

Peter, muffled: Mr. Hawkeye told me to!

Clint: Oh so you're just gonna rat me out like that?

Peter: Sor- OOF

*falls out of ceiling vent*

-

Sam: You're in my spot

Bucky: There are no spots, it's a common area

Sam: Well that's my spot

Bucky: Did you buy the chair??

Sam: No, but everyone knows that's where I sit. Right Steve?

Steve: Oops I forgot something in my car, be right back *leaves*

Sam: Still my spot

Bucky: Still not

Sam: *sits on him*

Bucky: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL THE COUCHES ARE FREE-

Sam: IT'S MY SPOT YOU CAN'T TAKE A MAN'S FAVOURITE CHAIR-

BUCKY: YOU HAVE ISSUES GET OFF ME-

(one hour later)

Steve: Hey so turns out I don't have a car! Isn't that funn...

Sam & Bucky: *Squeezed awkwardly on the chair together*

Steve: I think I left something in my car

-

Steve: Leave the bedroom door open when you have Vision in there

Wanda: UGH you're so protective

Tony: Teenagers, am I right? Caught Pete reassembling my particle accelerator at midnight because he needed to neutralize a miniature nuclear bomb he nabbed off some guy he neglected to tell me was trying to kill him

Steve:

Steve: Wanda y'know what do whatever you want

Wanda: Really?

Steve: Yes just keep being normal. At least I can read about our issues in a parenting book

-

Thor: Ah, new warriors I see! Good to make all your acquaintance. But why are you so grumpy my friend?

Bucky: *glaring*

Peter: He's always like that. It's um, P- P- PMS? Wait -

Natasha: Yes it's PMS

Wanda: He's got it bad

Steve: *genuinely concerned* Bucky you didn't tell me something was wrong. What can I do to help?

Bucky:

Bucky: I like chocolate

-

Wanda: Welcome to the first annual girls night! This place reeks of men, so I thought we needed some women time

Pepper: Why is Vision here?

Wanda: I get sad when he's gone

Natasha: Why is Pietro here?

Pietro: Slay queens

Wanda: Moral support I think

Maria: Why is Peter here?

Wanda: He looked really upset when I said he wasn't included and I felt bad

Wanda: Anyways... yay girls! Who wants me to paint their nails?

Peter: ME ME ME

-

Steve: Pancakes or waffles?

Natasha: Pancakes

Steve: Good because I don't have a waffle maker

Natasha: Then why would you ask-

Steve: It's important for your voice to be heard, as team leader I value your opinion

*2 minutes later*

Steve: Good morning Clint, pancakes or waffles?

Clint: Waffles

Steve: Oh no.

-

Some of these were based on requests (ex. more Sam & Bucky, dad Steve w/ Wanda) so if you have certain dynamics you enjoy let me know !

[nightingale-prompts]

Beautiful Ghost-DC x DP prompt

Part of the Accidental Ghost Courting AU 》 HERE

We finally get Tim's perspective on Danny

If there is one thing everyone on campus knows it's that Danny Nightingale is hot. Not in the stereotypical supermodel or Hollywood way. He was so attractive it was scary like he dropped out of a fairy tale.

Tim first saw Danny after whispers started going around. He spotted Danny in the library walking towards the observatory on the top floor.

At first glance, you'd call him a goth and there was no shortage of people who'd love to date one. It's probably why no one shuts up about him. But Tim could tell this wasn't the corporate punk type goth that he saw Damian scrolling through on his phone. Tim was quick to tease Damian and stop what would inevitably become a phase.

No, Danny had a clear style. Classic gothic...but also not. It's hard to explain. His clothes looked handmade, straight out of the 1800s. Did he thrift or make them himself? He was an astronomy major right? Or was is engineering?

Danny looked almost ethereal. Tall, lean, and almost glowing skin. It wasn't until later that Tim would be close enough to see the way his skin sort of glittered in low light.

People parted to not obstruct Danny's path as he went toward the observatory.

Everyone knew that Danny was off limits, too cowardly to get the courage to ask him out and risk rejection. So Danny remained unreachable.

Tim paid it no mind. He acknowledged that Danny was good-looking but there wasn't much else that got his attention. Danny didn't pay attention to others.

But Tim couldn't help but notice that Danny was always alone in his own little world. There was a hint of longing in him. Tim might have overheard a few things.

Danny would usually be in the library reading eclectic materials, playing with tarot cards, and studying star charts. Other days he was in the greenhouse tending to a little corner of plants he was growing. He seemed bored. He looked like he'd rather be somewhere else.

Tim might have done some research. Just scrolling through Danny's social media. Pictures of friends and graveyards. Most of the landscape photos were taken after his arrival in Gotham. Tim gathered that Danny was alone out here and far from home. He could fit in easily around here but simply chose not to.

It wasn't until that faithful day when Danny offered him a bundle of red carnations and a cup of Death Wish coffee.

"You looked like you need this." He said smiling.

And wow...that smile. Tim didn't think he'd ever see a smile like that. It was a sort of lopsided smile, a bit clumsy but sweet. Danny had elongated canines. Were they fake or was it a medical condition?

Tim didn't know how to respond to Danny's offer but he wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee.

Over the next few weeks, Tim found himself on campus more often and hanging around Danny. Danny tended to be very generous. Always gave things to Tim, most of which he made himself. That is what made it all feel genuine. On cold days Danny always had a hot cup of coffee or tea. When it was sunny he had something sweet freshly baked. When it rained he had flowers to brighten the room. When it was foggy he wanted to go find something fun to do. Danny also worked at the flower shop nearby which was said to be haunted by the old owners.

Rumors spread more and more that Danny wasn't human, like some kind of fae that took human form. Was there a chance it was true? Yes. Does that mean that Tim was going to test that?

Yes.

So Tim just wanted to test that theory and gave Danny a bracelet that looked similar to the ones he usually had. It just so happened to be made of Iron. Tim felt bad about it (kinda) but it was just genuine curiosity.

But no Danny wasn't a fae. He was incredibly happy to get a gift though so no harm done.

Another thing Tim noticed was Danny's eyes. They weren't blue like he thought. Danny had central heterochromia. He had a ring of bright green near his iris surrounded by icy blue. Not that Tim was staring at his eyes or anything, just that no one ever mentions that part when describing Danny. It's pretty notable you know. More people should know that.

...

.....

It's normal to think that.

Anyways Tim and Danny meet up when they can. Danny likes visiting graveyards and abandoned churches. Not that he doesn't like the movies or arcades because he loves that stuff. But one time after a late class he dragged Tim with him on a scenic drive out of the city to this spot he found. It was this massive cliff just far enough from the city that you could see the stars.

Tim never really gave much thought to the stars. He's seen them thousands of times especially being carried around by Kon or on the Watchtower. But right then watching Danny fiddle with his telescope babbling on about the planets and far-off galaxies, the stars felt new and wondrous.

Was this what it felt like to be normal? Just a college kid going on a spontaneous road trip with a friend, not thinking about patrols or duties.

He liked it.

Danny had a way of making him forget about the rest of the world. Someone not linked to heroes and assassins. A friend, a weird one but one he didn't have to be Robin with. He was just Tim to Danny. Not Tim Wayne, not Tim Drake, just Tim.

Because of that, he wanted to keep Danny as far from his family as possible. They already think they were dating and he'd be damned if they scared Danny away. This didn't stop them from investigating Danny and that brat wont stop spouting his opinion.

"I don't know what he sees in you. Aside from appearance, there isn't much to like." Damian grumbled.

"He must be really vain then because Tim doesn't deserve this kid." Jason responded.

"But if he even thinks about hurting Drake-"

"Yeah, we bury him."

Tim has chosen to ignore everything they say.

The last issue is Phantom.

Tim doesn't like Phantom.

The spirit had been hanging around Gotham for a while now. He lingered around the corners of the city and if he felt like it he'd interfere. In his own words, Phantom said that he dealt with the dead, not the living. Tim did some research and it's said Phantom showed up near the dying or dead as a sort of shepherd to souls. He made the transition easier for them.

So when Phantom was seem lingering around Danny he couldn't accept it. He'd be damned if he let some spooky bastard take Danny. He can't have him.

So Tim decided to invite Danny to stay with him for a few days. But a few day became a week became two weeks. Don't judge. This was just so Tim could look out for Phantom and prevent Danny from dying. It hasn't been working so far since Phantom hasn't been seen nearby.

But Tim did run into him.

"Why are you stalking Danny Nightingale?" Tim damanded.

Phantom circled overhead his spectral tail curling. His translucent body phasing in and out of the visible light spectrum.

"Stalking? I don't know what you're talking about. I don't care about chasing the living. But let's say Nightingale is an exception. He's special. But what does he have to do with you?" Phantom eyes Tim suspiciously before diving down floated inches away from Tim face. "Hmmm, I always did think you were the cutest Robin. I was right. Too bad I've got my eyes on someone else now."

And like that he dissappeared.

Now Tim was even more anxious. Phantom was definitely after Danny most likely dead or alive. If something happened to Danny he didn't know what he'd do. Its not safe out there with Phantom hanging around.

Danny was still awake when Tim returned home. He was watching some detective drama he had refused to watch with Tim because he kept guessing the plot during the first few minutes. Which was fair.

"You were out late again. Would it kill you to get some sleep now and then?" Danny sighed stretching.

Tim wanted to say "Actually I think it would. Lets not test it" and banter like always. Maybe even relax and let Danny talk about where show was on.

But Tim couldn't. Not when everything felt so surreal. Danny was just oblivious to the dangerous spirit trying to take his soul and Tim couldn't protect him.

Tim couldn't believe he was thinking this but what if Danny wanted to be with Phantom? Then what?

Tim knew that his emotions were his greatest weakness. When he did control them he does a lot of self-destructive things and he ends up hurting people especially when he's hurt.

He hugged Danny, burying his face in his shoulder.

"Danny can you promise me...that you'll stay here." He didn't care if Danny wanted to be with Phantom just as long as he doesn't leave this world and stop being his light.

The thought of not seeing Danny every day killed him. No more nagging him to eat and drink. No more star gazing. No more TV marathons. No more being dragged to spontaneous trips to the crafts stores. No more hearing the insane conversations with his friends. No more waking up on the couch with a pair of blue-green eyes looking up at him. No more Danny.

Tim felt like his heart was stopping and his stomach dropped.

Danny hugged him back putting a soothing hand on the back of Tim's neck. It was cool to the touch.

"Of course, I'll stay." Danny laughed as if the very notion he'd leave was ridiculous.

Tim's brain seemed to twist in on itself as the cascade of emotions overflowed. That laugh seemed to play over and over in his head echoing non-stop. Warmth bloomed in his chest. Dread, uncertainty, hope, and affection all blended.

Oh no..

Tim was in love.

(This got way too long. I'm not really good a romance as you can tell but I'm trying. Anyway this is a Danny fell first but Tim fell harder situation.)