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2022 Bingo Masterpost
Posted my last fic of the year yesterday, which means I’m done with my 2022 sandbox bingo! I was aiming for a blackout, but I guess 4 bingos aren’t bad.
I realized how helpful bingo is for me, so I’ll be having a personal one again! Will be multifandom this time and is basically just a glorified to-do list. Hoping that putting ideas and WIPs in a bingo will help me actually do them. 🙏
Gonna add the remaining five prompts from this square to my new one too, placing them on the same squares because I feel like otherwise it’s not a total win. This is the competitive Choi Minho in me. Might post it here too since I am trying to use this account more but logging in... blegh.......
Anyway. I just wanted a place to list all my 2022 bingo fics (since I didn’t put the fics in a collection or a series), so here I am.
All 20 fics are listed under the cut. A few are rated E. 12 bnit (with 1 itaru & yuki), 2 omitai, 2 gen, 1 omiju, 1 cktz, 1 tntz, 1 bntzit, and a partridge in a pear tree.
I was really hoping to write more Juza and Tsuzuru ships this year though...
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1. Omegaverse
Best Version (Omi/Juza, E, 2.9k) Highschool and omegaverse AU. Alpha!Omi. Omega!Juza. Heat.
3. Teambuilding
Tang na Four Seasons (Gen, T, 1.7k) Filipino AU. Mankai goes to a resort.
4. Fanboy
Heart Button (Banri/Itaru, T, 1.4k) Outsider POV. A fanboy watches Taruchi and NEO do a TikTak trend.
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2. Magic
Almost, Possible, Still-Can-Be Murderer (Chikage/Tsuzuru, T, 3.3k) Crossover featuring NU:carnival’s Kuya/Eiden. Tsuzuru and Eiden switch places.
3. Instablam
Post Notification (Banri/Itaru, T, 1.7k) Outsider POV. Sequel of Heart Button. The sister of a Taruchi fanboy figures things out.
5. Separation
Guide NPC (Banri/Itaru, T, 1k) Izumi POV. Banri and Itaru get into a fight. Izumi prefers the trash talk over the deathly silence.
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1. Blame it on the Alcohol
Starter Pack (Banri/Tsuzuru/Itaru, E, 3.9k) Tsuzuru might’ve mentioned wanting to observe sex firsthand. Where else would the best seat be other than right in the middle?
2. Flowers
Carnation in View (Omi/Taichi, E, 4.4k) Co-written with Aja (@novocaine-sea). Established relationship. Omi and Taichi try something new while on a flower viewing.
3. Free
Favorite Champion (Itaru & Yuki, Banri/Itaru, T, 4.2k) Itaru buys a palm-sized Banri figure and ends up raising two Social Links.
4. Rentboy or Hooker
Operation: Rent an SSR Boy (Banri/Itaru, E, 4.2k) Co-written with Aja (@novocaine-sea). Itaru meets a rentboy in a bar.
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1. Trapped or Stranded Together
Ever-reliable NEO (Banri/Itaru, T, 3.6k) Established Relationship. Possessive behavior. Five times the Autumn Troupe shrugs off something amiss about Banri's behavior, and one time they shouldn't have.
2. Canon: Missing Scene
Rumor Has It (Gen, T, 5k) Co-written with Yuq (@instablamwriter). Five times people misunderstand Sakuya, and one time someone adds fuel to the fire.
3. 5+1
No Peace for the Weary (Omi/Taichi, T, 2.9k) Co-written with Aja (@novocaine-sea). Five times other people have to endure Room 105 pining, and one time it gets worse.
4. You Only Live Once
Contract Bundle (Banri/Itaru, M, 1.4k) Itaru started playing a game called NU: carnival. Banri is not amused—until he is.
5. Fake Relationship
Plain Sight (Tsuzuru/Tenma, T, 300) Tsuzuru’s so plain that they can hide in plain sight.
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1. Photography
PvP (Banri/Itaru, T, 1k) Banri is having a crisis over Itaru's outfit in that Shoe Store Veludo cover.
2. Dance Off
Losing Streak (Banri/Itaru, T, 1.5k) Pre-relationship. A stranger interested in Itaru challenges Banri to a Dance Dance Deluxe battle.
3. Stage
LAN (Banri/Itaru, T, 1.4k) Relationship study about Itaru's connection to some of the most memorable moments Banri has on stage. Has art by soruru89.
4. Seasons
Cutscene (Banri/Itaru, T, 1.1k) Late at night. Seaside. Banri pines.
5. Teenage Angst
Replay (Banri/Itaru, T, 2.9k) Their story, told in three parts. Falling in love, getting together, marriage. Based on SHINee songs.
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Some Will gifs for the ones of us who need Sydluca's inspiration.
#not but seriously I been letting people this man is hot for a long minute now#and ship him with syd was not on my bingo card but it feels like a blessing after s3#the bear#sydney adamu#the bear fx#sydluca#no my gifs#will poulter#ayo edibiri
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LOVE THY GOALIE. GIVE THY GOOD BOY HEAD PATS.
#bruins lb#jeremy swayman#david pastrnak#brandon carlo#pat maroon#linus ullmark#boston bruins#hockeyedit#nhledit#j made a thing#gifset series: hockey moments that make me insane#gifset series: jeremy swayman brainrot#ok now i've got the tags out of the way#i have THINGS TO SAY#SO MANY THINGS#FIRST OF ALL I'M ACTUALLY GOING OFF THE RAILS SEEING SWAY LOOKING SO HAPPY AND PROUD OF HIMSELF#like that is the most 'did i do good?' smile i've EVER SEEN#LOOK AT HIM!!!#second of all#pasta clinging to sway like a teddy bear is something that can be so so personal !!!!!!!!#THIRD OF ALL#'NOBODY WANTS TO LEAVE CARLO' BE ECHOING AROUND MY SKULL RIGHT NOW BC YES#WHO WOULDN'T WANT A HUG AND A HEAD PAT FROM THAT MAN ???????#FOURTH OF ALL#I DEFINITELY DID NOT HAVE SWAY AND MAROON EYEFUCKING LOVINGLY ON MY 2024 PLAYOFF BINGO CARD#i'm sorry it's 4am and i'm unstable so :)#also the footage of the goalie hug wasn't great so this is all we got. there was a close up but the colouring doesn't match the other gifs#so maybe i'll gif that separately tomorrow or smth
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hello the bear nation i am once again coming at you with a bingo board for the upcoming season
#the bear#bingo board#the bear bingo#the bear hulu#the bear fx#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#marcus brooks#richie jerimovich#sydney adamu#sugar berzatto#pete the bear#natalie berzatto#neil fak
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You Have Friends?
Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader Richie Jerimovich & Carmy Berzatto & Neil Fak
For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo Square: friends with benefits
Warnings: 18+, language, canon-typical chaos
Word Count: 2.1k
A/N: I love them. I love them all so much. I can and would kill a man for Neil Fak.
The Bear Taglist: @garbinge @withmyteeth @justreblogginfics @narcolini (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)
You had your phone out, ready to call or text him to come and meet you outside. You weren’t expecting the door to be unlocked, but it pulled open with no resistance. Your eyebrows lifted, and for a moment you still contemplated just calling him anyway. But then you heard the crashing sounds, the subsequent yelling after the fact, and you knew that even if you called him repeatedly he wasn’t going to pick up the phone. Especially not when he was one of the people doing the yelling.
Taking a deep breath, you stepped inside and let the door fall shut behind you. The metallic clanging of the door hitting the frame was a sound you were certain no one else heard other than you. You took careful steps through the restaurant, or what used to be a restaurant, what was going to be a restaurant again in a couple months, apparently. There was debris everywhere, and the deeper you walked, the more the yelling made sense. Although, knowing Richie, yelling would happen even when it didn’t make sense. Italian aesthetic for the least Italian man you know.
Passing by a tarp, the one spray painted by someone who was clearly angry when they got the can of paint in their hand, you finally landed yourself where everyone was gathered. Carmy and Richie were chest-to-chest, or their approximation of that as Richie towered over him. Fak was on standby, and based off of what Richie had told you, you were certain that Fak was ready to jump in on Carmy’s behalf and not Richie’s.
There were a few other people there too. You recognized Natalie, worry and frustration all over her face as she watched Carmy and Richie yell and duke it out with each other. Your eyes widened as you took in the entire scene playing out in front of you. It clicked for you why Richie never told you to stop by.
Finally, she snapped. “Will you two shut the fuck up, please?! This isn’t solving anything!”
Richie shook his head, stepping back from Carmy only to aggressively gesture at him instead. “Nothing this dickhead is doing is solving anything! That’s the whole fuckin’—”
“I’m sorry,” Carmy interrupted Richie’s tirade, no longer looking at the man who had just been about to throw him through the crumbling sheetrock walls around them, “um who, who are you?”
Your eyes widened further not just at the fact that he was looking at you, talking to you, but at the drastic shift in his voice. He was quiet now, tone almost gentle, but clearly very confused. You cleared your throat, the nerves you’d felt standing in front of the restaurant were back in full-swing now that the yelling had stopped.
“Hi, sorry. I just—” you stopped short and held up the leather jacket in your hand as your only explanation.
Richie’s originally surprised expression had shifted to confusion. But once he saw the jacket in your hand, it changed into something else entirely. Almost soft. As soft as he would allow himself to be in the middle of the warzone.
“Shit,” his shoulders dropped and he stepped away from Carmy. “Thank you. Completely fuckin’,” he didn’t finish the sentence throwing out a vague hand gesture instead.
You chuckled quietly, still feeling awkward in the midst of it all but not quite as much now. Richie was, strangely enough, your tether in the midst of whatever storm you’d stumbled into. “I know.”
You handed it over to him, looking around at everyone who was looking at you. Maybe you should introduce yourself to the room. You knew most of them, or knew of them at least. Richie talked about them enough to make you feel like you knew them—you saw the pictures in his apartment, on his phone. Judging by the various looks of shock and confusion on everyone else’s faces, he was not as talkative about you as he was about all of them. That was about what you expected. You waited to see if Richie was gonna introduce you instead of making you do it, but he looked just about as lost as anyone else.
Clearing his throat, he nodded back the way you’d come in. “I’ll walk you out.”
You nodded, looking around at everyone. “It’s was nice to…you know…” you waved awkwardly. “Bye.”
The variety of goodbye’s that you got from everyone in the room was humorous. Or it was to you, at least. Judging by the look on Richie’s face you had the feeling that he was never going to be hearing the end of everything that just transpired over the last sixty seconds. You knew that whatever that was wasn’t their best behavior, but it was the best they could conjure up given your unexpected arrival and the fact that they had no idea who the fuck you were. It was a little impressive, honestly, especially if any of them were anything like Richie.
“I was gonna call,” you said as you and Richie made your way back through the minefield, trying to take all the same steps you had on the way in but in reverse lest you cause something else to collapse, “but then the door was open so I sorta just let myself in.”
He shook his head. “It’s fine. You’re fine.” He paused as he reached to open the door for you. “How much of that did you catch?”
You laughed. “Um, caught just about everything after you told one of them that you are ‘perfectly fucking capable’ of tearing the wall down safely.”
Richie shook his head. “Fuckin’ Fak.”
You continued, not acknowledging his statement with anything but a smile. “Which, no offense,” you looked over at him, “I heard the crashing when I walked in. Not sure how true that is.”
“Not you too,” he shook his head as you both stood in the doorway. You were standing just out on the sidewalk, Richie just barely inside the hollowed-out restaurant.
“Just keepin’ it real,” you said, holding your hands up in surrender.
Richie was still shaking his head as he looked up at the sky for a moment, like he was visibly trying to talk himself out of saying something shitty. Finally looking back at you, he said, “Thanks for the jacket.” He shook it in his hand to emphasize his point.
“I know you guys are,” you made a general circling motion with your hand in the direction of the restaurant, “but call me when you’re done if you want.”
“Alright, yea.” He ran his hand across his brow-line. “I’ll let you know.”
You nodded. “Sounds good.” You leaned in, stealing a chaste kiss before stepping back away again. “Oh, and Richie?”
He looked at you, eyebrows raised. “Yea?”
“Take it easy on Carmy.” You laughed. “It’s fucked up to bully children.”
Richie laughed, tension dropping from his shoulders a little bit. “He makes it too easy, though. Candy from a fuckin’ baby, I swear.”
You laughed a little harder at that, shaking your head. “That’s exactly my point.” You watched him roll his eyes at you and all you could do was smile. “Talk to you later.”
“Yea, yea, I’ll see you.”
Richie stood there in the doorway and watched as you walked back down the sidewalk. You got a few strides away and realized that you hadn’t heard the clattering of the door shutting. When you turned around and saw him standing there still looking at you, you laughed and shook your head at him. He smiled, but rather than saying anything else, he just gave you the finger before pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his track pants.
When he walked back into the construction area, everyone stopped what they were doing to look at him. By that point, everyone only consisted of Fak and Carmy. Natalie must’ve handed out tasks to just about everyone else, things they could do that didn’t involve trying to work through the mess that Richie had just inadvertently created with the disintegrating wall.
“Who was that?” Carmy immediately asked when Richie stepped back in the room.
“Don’t fuckin’ worry about it.”
Fak piped up. “Is she your girlfriend? Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Shut the fuck up, Neil,” Richie snapped with a shake of his head.
“Is she, though?” Fak didn’t let up.
“No—what—what are we, fuckin’ twelve? She’s not my girlfriend.”
“She’s stopping by!” Fak countered. “With your jacket!” He gasped dramatically. “Do you sleep over?”
“I’m gonna put you through that fuckin’ wall, I swear to god.”
Carmy was half-covering his mouth with his hand watching the two of them going back and forth. He tried not to smile. “She’s not your girlfriend, then. So, so what is she?”
Richie threw his hands up, jacket flapping as he did. “Why are we even talkin’ about this right now? Don’t you have a restaurant to open?”
“Can’t open shit when you’re knocking all the walls down,” Carmy shot back with a small smirk pulling at his lips. He paused. “What’s, what’s the deal?”
Richie shook his head, knowing that he wasn’t going to get out of the conversation without giving some kind of answer. For as annoyed as he was, he also had a sliver of awareness in the back of his mind that when the shoe is on the other foot he was just as relentless, if not more.
“I met her on, fuckin’, you know,” he patted at his pants pocket where his phone was. “And she’s cool.”
“But not your girlfriend,” Carmy clarified.
“No. We’re like, friends with benefits or whatever you fuckin’ lizards call it.”
“You have friends?” Carmy asked with a laugh.
“She gives you benefits?” Fak piped up, his voice that same shocked almost-whisper he used so often.
Richie was shaking his head at both of them. He pointed at Carmy, using the hand that was still clutching his jacket. “Fuck you—yes, I have friends.” He turned to Fak and pointed at him next. “And fuck you, yes I get benefits!” He punctuated the sentence by giving him a good shove.
“Think she’s still gonna give you benefits after seeing you act like a fucking maniac in here today?” Carmy asked, eyebrows slightly raised as he tried and failed miserably at not looking amused.
“Pfft,” Richie shrugged like he was so unbothered by it, like he was far cooler than he really is, “bet I’ll get even more benefits now.”
“Gross,” Carmy responded with a laugh.
“So gross,” Fak agreed.
“You fuckin’ asked,” Richie argued, pointing back and forth between the two of them.
Before they could descend further into the madness, Natalie’s voice came ringing in front the office. “Neil! Sweetheart! Come here for a second, please.”
“Coming!” he called back, charming as ever. He looked at Richie, pointing at him accusingly. “You’re gross.”
“And you don’t fuck, Neil Fak,” Richie replied without missing a beat.
Once he walked out of the room, Richie and Carmy both instantly broke down laughing. They were both shaking their heads, at each other, at Fak, at all of it. The entire morning had been a mess, just like most of the other mornings preceding it. It was so easy to get lost in it sometimes that giving each other shit over things like that was a breath of fresh air in the strangest way. Bullying each other just for the sake of it not because it felt like the restaurant was imploding and they were each trying to cope with it the only way that they really knew how.
“Hey, cousin,” Carmy spoke up after things had quieted between them again. It looked at Richie who was looking down at the jacket in his hand.
“Yea?” Richie pulled his eyes back up.
He nodded in the direction of the door. “That all good?”
Richie shrugged, nodded. “It’s all good.”
The ends of Carmy’s mouth lifted into a tiny grin. It was genuine, still just a touch of humor to it because they were still the exact men that they were. “Alright.” He clapped Richie on the back. “C’mon, let’s clean up this fuckin’ wall you knocked down.”
“I didn’t knock—”
“You fuckin’ did!” Carmy said with a laugh.
“You know what? Whatever,” Richie shook his head. Turning on his heel, he went to put his jacket away, somewhere out of the danger zone. “Grab a fuckin’ broom, then.”
Carmy was shaking his head, already making his way to get supplies to start containing the mess. He grabbed a garbage can and a broom, chuckling to himself when he heard Fak and Richie pick up their arguing all over again just a few yards away.
#navy and roos sleepover#navy and roo's sleepover#the bear#the bear fanfiction#the bear hulu#the bear fx#richie jerimovich#richie jerimovich x reader#richie jerimovich x you#x reader#x reader fic#slumber party bingo#slumber party#my writing#fanfiction#drabblesmc
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BINGO IS HERE !!!!! :D
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Made a bingo card for the bears 🐾
#bearkin#bear therian#bear kintype#bear otherkin#bear alterhuman#therian bingo#kintype bingo#otherkin#therian#otherkin bingo#alterhuman bingo
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"Why the hell do I need to go to–” Snatching up the paper Kiara’d shoved at her, she screeches, “Cleo’s? This isn’t even in Kildare!”
“They've been operating forever and will train you pro bono, so–”
“So they owe you then?” Sarah accuses. “Willing to take some dead weight off your hands to call it even, is that it?”
“I’m trying to help you,” Kiara rages, the onion victimized by her rapid fire blade.
“No one asked for your help!” No one helped Sarah when she was stuck in that stall; no one saved her from those blinding, glittery stage lights. She’d smiled and starved and saved herself all on her own.
There was a time she’d felt horrible, even responsible, for the rift between her and Kiara. Wondered why she tried so hard at everything except this one thing. But now, crumpling up Cleo’s address in her hand, she wonders if Kiara is banking on her not trying at all.
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Read chapter 4 here on ao3!
[obxtober 2024: au, lyrics], [jiara week 2023 - day 5: based on a book/movie/show], [jiara bingo - coworkers]
jiara screencaps below from the one and only @kiekiecarrera ❤️
#jiara#obxtober 2024#obxtober#au#lyrics#jiaraweek2023#day 5: based on a book/movie/show#jiarabingo#jiara bingo#the bear au#let it rip#jj x kiara#kiara x jj#jj x kie#jiara fic#jiarafic#jiara fanfic#jiarasource#jarah b#jarah b fic#john b routledge#sarah cameron#kiara carrera#jj maybank#john b x sarah#obx#obx fic#obx fanfic#outer banks fanfiction
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Minisode 13 - Browny Bear
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I couldn't resist to make my own version of favourite character bingo 🌟 I'll draw you a thing if you actually get bingo out of this!
Character list
Silver from Treasure planet
Hypno potamus from Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
Warren Stone from rose of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
Oswald Cobblepot / The Penguin from Batman the animation series
Ricket from Monkey Wrench
Zorglub from Spirou and Fantasio comics
General Skarr from the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy
Captain Haddock from Adventures of Tintin comics
Papa G from Kid cosmic
Sir Pentious from Hazbin hotel
The Professor from the Puppet history
Bob from Bob's burgers
Oggy from Oggy and the cockroaches
Rowlf the dog from the Muppets
Wander from the Wander over Yonder
Grizz from We bare bears
Demon / Sakuma from Ping pong the animation
Susie from Summer camp island
Hudson from Gargoyles
Zulius from Centaurworld
Entrapta from Shera
Snow queen from the Snow queen (1957)
Tiny manticore from Adventure Time
Muffin from Bluey
#favorite character bingo#treasure planet silver#hypno potamus#warren stone#btas penguin#monkey wrench#zorglub#General skarr#captain haddock#Papa G#sir pentious#the professor#bob's burgers#oggy and the cockroaches#rowlf the dog#wander over yonder#we bare bears#ping pong the animation#susie summer camp island#zulius#hudson gargoyles#entrapta#tiny manticore#muffin bluey#the snow queen
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Actually you know what, I'm gonna post this. Check it out, I'm fiddling with this PMV. Spoils the whole game ofc. And the name of the song is pure imagination by Fiona Apple!
Also I'm apparently a big fan of drawing moon laying down 😂 total count including scrapped drawings is 5 (technically 6)
#rain world#animation#video#wip#Pmv#Yeah I busted most of this out yesterday in one 9 hour long tunnel-visioned drawing sesh#(new meds)#LMFAO but yeah at this point I put aboutttt 16 hours into this and I'm quite proud of how it's come out so far#I had a lot of trouble with Arti's design. I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do for the longest time#Then I got to the shot of her screaming and was like yeah. Max floof. Momma bear arti. Yesss#God forbid I ever use the same design twice#On that note I have no idea where that sexy saint design came from. I love it. It just came out of me#There were a few things I wanted to fix before uploading but literally whatever#I'm gonna redraw so much it doesn't even matter#The ending is on its way too. I already have it roughly planned out; classic double twist ending ✨#But I decided to scope creep by making it full color so who knows if it'll get finished#I'll sketch it in gold just in case#Love that this is the first thing I do upon finally getting some energy back. My projects? No. Talk to friends? Nah#Make an entire pmv? Bingo#Coughs. Anyways
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The Hillbilly bears horror jellystone!
The banana splits jellystone lambsy (masked) hillbilly bears horror bad girl oc so scary
#the banana splits#banana splits#hillbilly bears#horror#the hillbilly bears#floral rugg#lambsy divey#lambsy#jellystone!#hanna barbera#jellystone#fleegle#bingo#drooper#snorky#horror movies#hillbilly
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"Here I go again, the 3rd"
+ 2 best ones I did
#kaiju paradise#eddsworld#bfdi#bfb balloony#bluey#bingo heeler#ew edd#twilight sparkle#my little pony#care bears#bill cipher#gravity falls#toxic rabbit#art
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Dc x dp idea 21
Danny reveals phantom to his parents. They seemingly take it well. Life continues as normal. They don’t hunt phantom but still going after other ghost.
Slowly things start to change. His parents ask him to do things for them. Like let them take his blood or do some seemingly harmless test. All under the claim that it’s for Danny’s best interest. To make speciality medicine and what not.
The Fenton parents get more and more deadly with other ghosts. Weapons are more effective their containing cells fully work. Danny is just happy there not hunting him and ghost are out less.
It’s only when they hurt a ghost to the point it goes into his core it’s a problem.
Danny can’t just chuck the core into the ghost zone and call it good. Some ghost could absorb it to make themselves stronger or something.
So Danny ditches his screaming parents takes the core and goes. He leaves unaware of his parents plans for him and the core.
The minute he leaves amity Constantine and any magic users can feel the presence of the infinite realm. 2 of them 1 extremely injured.
Danny ends up in Gotham cause there is ectoplasm there. That way the core can heal quicker.
There is a hunt for Danny and he doesn’t realize it. Both his parents and the JLD. One to help the other to hurt.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#jld#if Danny stayed his parents would of turned on him#JLD wants no issues with the infinite realm#they don’t know somebody opened up a permanent portal#so they think somehow two beings end up displaced#they just want to get them back into the infinite realm#best not to poke a sleeping bear#one of them being a halfa was not helping#half dead human was not on there bingo list#when the kids insane parents show up trying to steal the core and hurt the kid#double the concern#Batman found the child first#the fentons are too obsessed with ghost to care properly about there kids#they could try there best but would slowly go back to the lab#they’d have to fully take away there work at least for a little#john constantine
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Curbside Service
Luca x GN!Reader (ft. Marcus)
For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo Square: bakery
Warnings: 18+, language
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: au where Luca runs his own bakery, my beloved. this is retaliatory insanity aimed directly at @narcolini and i simply have nothing else to say about it sksksk.
The Bear Taglist: @garbinge @withmyteeth @justreblogginfics (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)
For as much as Luca typically relished the hour or so at the very start of the day that he had to himself, he had to admit that he didn’t quite mind Marcus being there with him. He wasn’t expecting him to want to show up before five—he wouldn’t have blamed him for it either. Luca enjoyed the small hours of the morning because of the silence and peace that they afforded him. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
Marcus had the same sense of quiet, same calmness about him that was so rare to find in the kitchen. Luca really hadn’t known what to expect when Carmy broached the topic of sending someone his way. The memories of what it was like with Carmy in the kitchen were still clear in the back of his mind, and for as much as he respected Carmy, enjoyed the push that he got from him to be better, Luca was still painfully aware of the energy that he carried with him. He’d been preparing for more of the same, would do it gladly if it was Carmy asking, but he couldn’t deny the relief in him when he met Marcus and felt the easy-going energy he seemed to exude.
“Chef,” Marcus said in greeting as he passed through the kitchen.
Luca nodded, not looking up from his measurements as he listened to Marcus stroll by him to go and put his things away. “Morning, Chef.”
That was all the two of them said for a bit. Marcus came back out, tying his apron into place as he did. He found his place beside Luca and picked up right where Luca was leaving off. It was a routine that they’d found themselves getting comfortable in over the last few days. They would do their work, soak up the peace and quiet. Every now and then they’d chat, but it always felt purposeful when they did—it wasn’t just for the sake of filling the silence.
“Make up the next batch of these, Chef?” Luca asked, wiping his hands on his apron as he got ready to move onto the next part of his daily prep.
Marcus nodded, knowing that the question was only phrased as such to be polite. “Yes, Chef.”
He stepped away, making his way over to where he knew all of the baking supplies were kept. He didn’t have it memorized the same way that he did at The Beef—The Bear, but for how short his time there had been he was doing alright. He scanned the shelves, going back and raking over them again when he didn’t see what he was looking for, then once more even slower when the second through yielded no results. He didn’t want to ask for assistance if the answer was looking him in the face.
When he was fairly certain it just wasn’t there, Marcus took a deep breath. “Chef?”
“Yea?”
“Um. You guys got a secret back room you forgot to tell me about?”
Luca chuckled. “Why’s that?”
“Because if you don’t, we’re out of flour.”
The kitchen was silent for a moment as Luca stopped what he was doing and made his way over to Marcus. For five long seconds it was just the two of them looking at the empty storage shelves. Marcus felt himself tensing up, not knowing how this was going to end up. He knew how this would end up playing out in Chicago, but they were a long ways away from there now.
“Well,” Luca let out a quiet laugh, “looks like we’re out of flour, then.”
The genuine ease in his voice made the tension instantly disappear from Marcus’s shoulders. He laughed, too, before jokingly saying, “Guess we should just close up?”
Luca laughed a little harder at that. “Yea, quit while we’re ahead.” He shook his head. “I’ll make a call in a bit. Been too busy—didn’t realize the delivery hadn’t come through yet.”
Marcus nodded. “Heard.” He paused. “Now what?”
Luca shrugged. “Onto the next.” He nodded towards the doors that led out into the customer side of the bakery. “You can start on front of the house.”
He agreed without hesitation, the way that he always did in the kitchen. “Yes, Chef.”
Luca kept a loose eye on the clock while he did whatever else he could of the prep for the day. The delay was going to put them behind, but not in any way that wasn’t going to be manageable. In the back of his mind he was aware that the people who filtered in and out of the shop most likely wouldn’t even notice as long as there was something in the display case.
When it was finally late enough, he pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans. Scrolling through his contacts, he made it down to the list of miscellaneous vendors he’d collected over the years. Once he dialed, he leaned back against the counter, phone pinned to his ear as he watched the timer ticking down on the oven.
“Hello?” you answered, sounding frazzled even though the day had hardly gotten started. It was going around, apparently.
“Hey, uh, sorry,” Luca didn’t recognize the voice, and for a moment he thought he’d called the wrong number. It took him a moment to recover and say, “Just calling about a delivery.”
“Okay, sure. What about it?” you asked.
He chuckled. “Never showed up.”
“Shit,” you said before you could stop yourself. You immediately covered your mouth with your hand, not that he could see you do it. “Sorry. Sorry.”
He smiled, not that you could see it. “It’s alright.”
“Okay. Right. Sorry.” You were trying to get your papers together, dig through the mess of a situation that had been left behind on the desk in the office. “Give me a second to get…get it together.” You heard him let out something between a hum and a laugh, but he didn’t say anything in response. Giving you the second you’d asked for, you assumed. Taking a deep breath, you finally said, “Alright. Sorry about that. What delivery were you looking for?”
The two of you went back and forth for a minute. You asked him some basic questions as you went through the papers, the orders that were pulled up on the computer screen in front of you. Then, sure enough, you found what you were looking for—a delivery that was supposed to have happened two days prior.
“I’m so sorry about that,” you said, pressing the heel of your free palm against your forehead. “Raf’s out and it threw a wrench into everything and his office is a mess so I’ve been trying to figure it out and some stuff, clearly, went through the cracks.”
“It’s alright. Blame it on Raf, yea?”
You laughed, feeling a little relieved at the ease with which he was handling the situation, but still anxious underneath it all. “Believe me, I will.” Leaning back in your chair, you tried to think about what your schedule looked like for the day. “I can run it over now?”
“What?”
“The flour. I can run it over to you if that works.”
“I can send my—”
“It’s fine. We usually bring it to you anyway. That’s,” you chuckled nervously, “that’s kind of the whole point, yea?”
Luca was nodding even though you couldn’t see him. Part of him wanted to say not to worry about it, that clearly you’ve got enough shit on your plate to try and handle. But he also knew that if the roles were reversed, he would be offering to do the same thing.
“Right. You have the address?”
“Um,” you looked over the order form on the screen, “yes.”
“See you in a bit, then.”
You let out a short sigh, glad that things didn’t implode like you thought they were going to when you picked up the phone. “See you in a bit.”
It wasn’t long before Luca heard Marcus calling back to him from the front of the bakery. “Chef?”
“Yea!” Luca called back as he started walking towards the door, fairly certain what it was about.
“Someone’s pulling up?”
“Yea,” Luca said with a laugh as he walked out of the kitchen and into retail side of the bakery, “the person letting you get the rest of your prep done, Chef.”
Marcus’s eyes widened slightly as he quickly started to follow in Luca’s footsteps, hardly even a stride behind him. Luca flipped the lock and pushed the glass doors of the bakery open. Reaching, he used his foot to drag out the doorstop to prop open the door on one side, Marcus taking the cue to do the same on the other.
“Wow,” you said with a laugh as you hopped out of the delivery van, “all hands on deck, huh?”
Luca flashed a quick grin as you strode up to him. “Make your life a little easier.”
Your brows furrowed for a moment as you registered the voice. “Luca? We spoke on the phone?”
“That was me,” he held his hand out for you to shake as he nodded towards the other man who had walked out with him, “And that’s Marcus.”
The morning had been such a whirlwind that until you felt the firm grasp Luca had on your hand, the warmth seeping from his palm into yours, your brain hadn’t slowed down enough to even register who you were really looking at. But then your eyes locked with his and every racing thought in your brain came to a screeching halt.
He broke off the handshake, an easy smile on his face as he nodded towards the van. “Thanks for this.”
“Yea, yea,” you worked harder than you should’ve had to just to get another word out, “no problem. Sorry,” you laughed nervously, “sorry it didn’t get here two days ago.”
Then it was just the two of you standing there. The concept of time was completely lost on you. It could’ve been seconds or hours as far as you were concerned. The only thing that alerted you to time passing at all was the sound of Marcus clearing his throat as he stood in the doorway of the bakery.
“These going in the usual spot?” he asked Luca, bag of flour held securely in his arms.
Luca looked back at him for a brief moment, nodding. “Yes, Chef. Thank you.”
Once Marcus nodded in understanding, Luca turned right back to you. You found yourself shoving your hands into the pockets of your jeans just to keep from fidgeting with them. This was just supposed to be a quick delivery, and another quick apology, but now it felt like you couldn’t move.
“Raf’s out?”
You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Yea.” You looked at Luca, saw the traces of concern on his face, and you shook your head. “Oh, don’t feel bad for him. He got hurt doing something stupid with his mates over the weekend. Messed up,” you gestured to your leg, “his entire shit.”
Luca chuckled, as much at your explanation as at your annoyance. You made it look good, somehow. “Left you holding the bag?”
You held your arms out. “Looks that way.”
“Still made it, though,” he said with a half-grin, like he was trying to soften the blow of it all for you.
“Two days late,” you said, almost like a joke even though it was the truth, “but we got here.”
You were vaguely aware of the fact that Marcus was still making trips back and forth with the bags of flour. You knew that you should let Luca go. You’d already put them behind schedule enough for not getting them what they needed when they actually needed it. But Luca didn’t seem like he was in that much of a hurry and if he wasn’t rushing off neither were you. You’d be willing to let the rest of your manager’s business crumble for a bit if it meant standing out on the sidewalk in the grey light of the early morning talking to a baker whose hair couldn’t have looked that good when he woke up in the morning.
“You’re not new,” he said it like a statement, but there was an unsaid question in there somewhere. He shook his head. “Never seen you, though.”
You shrugged. “Usually in the warehouse.”
“All the heavy lifting.”
Marcus butt into the conversation for a moment. “Least someone does the heavy lifting.”
You couldn’t stop the chuckle that slipped past your lips. You covered your mouth with your hand, like that would unmake the sound. Neither of them gave you time to wonder if there was tension there, because Luca smiled and Marcus laughed.
“Be there in a minute,” Luca called over his shoulder. Even not knowing him, you could tell that there wasn’t any sense of urgency to his voice. It would be more than a minute.
Marcus mumbled something under his breath. It was too muffled for you to hear, but Luca must’ve, because the slick grin on his face got a little wider. Whatever mumbled shorthand they’d developed was effective. You watched Luca shake his head.
“I don’t wanna hold you up,” you said. It was a formality, of course—you’d hold him up all day if he let you.
He shook his head, the lack of hesitation almost making you want to believe him. “No, you’re good. It’s alright.”
You tilted your head, cocking one eyebrow. “Is it?”
“We’re already behind, you know?”
You laughed. “That makes it alright?”
He shrugged. “A bit.”
You wanted to say that you hated how the way he was looking at you made your whole face feel hot, heat creeping down the column of your throat despite the cool morning air. You wanted to hate it, wanted to think it was ridiculous because it absolutely was, but you didn’t. You watched him run his hand over all the patchwork tattoos that he had and you knew that you would waste away the entire day right there on the sidewalk. Waste his entire day too.
“When’s Raf back?” he asked.
You huffed, shaking your head. “Who fucking knows?” You laughed but you really didn’t have any idea.
“Then back to the warehouse, yea?”
“Hope so—his office gives me anxiety just thinking about it,” you said, chuckling at the truth of it.
“Organized chaos.”
“Nothing organized about it,” you fired back, trying not to laugh because the state of that room really was beyond the reaches of your nightmares.
You didn’t know why it felt so easy. You didn’t know what was so disarming about him. It wasn’t even seven in the morning and his apron already had steaks going down it, probably the last of the flour that they had before running out because of the delivery you hadn’t made yet. No on in their right mind should look as ready and happy about the day as he did, but there he was anyway. Mellowed out and positive in the face of it all.
“You should come by again,” he said, tone level in a way that you wouldn’t have been able to achieve if the roles were reversed.
It sent a jolt through you but you tried to keep it together. “I’ll come through on time next time, at least,” you joked.
The ends of his mouth lifted into a tiny smile. “No, I mean just come by. Stop in. Doesn’t have to be at six in the morning.”
“But I get all your undivided attention this way,” you said, shocking yourself with how easily it rolled off your tongue. You hoped your face didn’t convey the surprise you felt.
If he picked up on it, he didn’t say anything about it. He let out a quiet laugh. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”
Your heart was pounding against the confines of your ribcage but you somehow managed to keep your voice level. “Right.”
There was the sound of one of the doors to the bakery clattering shut. Both you and Luca looked at the van to see Marcus lifting one of the last two bags of flour from the back of it. His gaze was fixed directly onto Luca as he said, “Last bag is yours, Chef. Don’t hurt yourself.”
Luca caught the way that Marcus’s serious façade cracked at the last minute, a grin on his face as he stepped into the bakery. Luca laughed as he called after him, “Thanks, Chef!”
You cleared your throat, trying to knock the dazed look off your face because you were certain it was painfully evident. “I’ll let you get to it, then.”
Luca nodded as he looked at you. “Alright, yea.” His eyes scanned over you and you tried not to think too much about the way that his smile grew just a little wider.
“Good luck with the heavy lifting,” you said with a laugh, white knuckling the keys in your pocket like they would keep you present in the moment rather than getting lost in the imaginary future scenarios that you were already conjuring up in your head.
“I think I’ll be alright,” he joked as he stepped over and grabbed the bag from the back of the van.
It was shameless and you knew it, the way your eyes shot straight to his arms. But he started it, right? He looked first. Fair was fair. When your eyes finally made their way back to his face the smirk pulling at his lips said everything that his words never would. He was a gentleman for that at least.
“You’ll be back though, right?” he asked.
You knew that he had the answer to that question already just from the look in his eyes. You indulged him by saying it out loud, though. Maybe you were indulging yourself too. “’Course, yea. Starting at six AM, right?”
He laughed, taking another step backwards towards the door. “I actually get here closer to four, if you’re ever—”
“I’m never,” you cut him off with a laugh. You shook your head, getting yourself together for a moment. “I’ll see you, Luca.”
He laughed, nodding. “See ya.”
He was inside and the bakery door was shut and locked behind him again before you even managed to put the van in drive. You gave the place one more look through your sideview mirror before finally pulling away. You would be shaking your head at yourself for the rest of the day, for sure. But it’d be worth it. Going back would be worth it too.
Luca strolled into the kitchen, not saying anything as he went to put the last of the delivery away.
Marcus was shaking his head as he worked his way through the prep that Luca had decided to put off just a little while longer. He wanted to try and sound annoyed but he started laughing before he could take a good stab at it. “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”
Luca was laughing too as he found his spot next to Marcus. “You had this under control just fine.”
“Like you’d know,” Marcus joked. “Too busy out there talking and not helping me with the two tons of flour you ordered.”
“Want me to pretend to be sorry?” he asked, laughing still.
Marcus shook his head. “Fucker.”
“Come on,” Luca feigned a serious tone, “Get to it—we’re behind on prep.”
The silence between them only lasted for another second before they both broke back down into laughter again.
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