#frostbite just showed up and glares at him

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 100

John likes to trick beings to getting himself a good deal and screwing the entities over. So he does this with the new ghost king.

He somehow worded the deal to keep the king in his home realm. You know to keep Danny in the infinite realm unable to attack the earthly realm.

This backfires. And backfires hard. Danny’s home realm is still the earthly one. All John did was not let him back into the realm.

Danny is thrilled. And living his best life. No more council meetings, the paperwork is stuck in the keep, the Observants can’t force him to do kingly duties and above all else. He is passing all of his classes. Scheduled fights with his rogues help as well.

John. Well he’s not having a good time. The Observants are screaming at him, the new king is stuck in earth who knows what he is up to, and he’s had visits from all of Danny’s ghost guardians to yell at him.

John has to break the deal.

Danny doesn’t want to.

When Danny eventually agrees to discuss it. He shows up with a ghost lawyer, sam, and Jazz all in order to secure Danny a good deal. Maybe tucker as well.

Danny wants at least rated M and movie tickets for him and his friends for life, and of course Martian manhunters autograph.

Jazz wants him to get a guarantee that they would leave him alone.

Sam wants them to guarantee ghost protection and end the Giw.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

More of Stanley's sketchbook because he makes me sick /pos

(Just imagine he was looking in a mirror at the subway to draw this anshfhwj. The london bus ticket is unrelated, it's just a random knick knack he had lying around<3)

People weren't the only ones Stan met on the streets.

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+ this is an absolute fucking batshit WILD oneshot I initially wrote for these drawings that got WAY out of hand, if you feel like reading that.

The oneshot below is a stand-alone now, and in no way is related to the drawings above, but I just wanted to show you guys because Jesus Christ

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Winter of 1981, at a subway station Stan doesn't remember the name of-

The sorry excuse of a transport system that this hellhole of a city called a functioning subway was hardly anyone's first choice of a warm place to stay the night. And yet, here Stanley was; standing like an idiot in the middle of a small bustling stairwell that led down to the full screeching chaos of a train stop on a Tuesday evening. A rowdy crowd of exhausted office workers streamed out like a tidal wave from the entrance of the station, the bustle of their footsteps all too eager to go home and relax after a long day of work.

The faint, stuffy stench of old piss and sweat followed the crowd to the surface from the deep depths of a less than sanitary and overcrowded train station. The pungent smell intermingled with the crisp stinging winter air in a cocktail of shitty city gloom often associated with this time of the year; when the holidays were too far away and the sun seemed to come and go with practically the same 9 to 5 schedule as the workers had, leaving them going to work in the pitch dark and coming back out in the inky black as well.

He might have looked like he belonged there, depending on how one would want to look at it. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of prim, pressed suits and neart uniforms. His ratty old jacket and generally unwashed appearance certainly didn’t help his case, but he also knew that stations like these also tended to shelter quite a number of homeless wanderers like him, especially during the winter. So, it wasn't exactly uncommon to see other sore thumbs seeking reprieve from the biting cold and the dangerous likelihood of frostbite from within the enclosed walls of the subway station.

Heck, if most of these underground kingdoms didn't also happen to be a breeding ground for several illicit activities, he might even have followed their lead. But, believe it or not, Stanley's already had enough experience with illegal activities to last him a last time, and he isn't looking for a new fill. He was satisfied with what meager shelter his trusty car offered him, as little a difference it might make in terms of safety.

Stanley's obstruction of the already narrow stairs with his loitering went unappreciated, as shoulders roughly shoved past him and swinging briefcases repeatedly bumped into his sides, usually coupled with a nasty glare and a snide comment or two. He paid them no mind, however. He wasn't here to start a fight with some random bum with a dead end job, as much as he thought it would probably do them both some good to duke their stresses out on one another.

The hours ticked by with wave after wave of new crowds being dropped off by a train and left to pour out of the station into the streets. By the time the streetlights turned on and the pale pink in the sky slowly faded to make way for the stark glittery black of the night sky, the tide of people had slowed to a trickle and rush hour was long since over. He was now the stairs’ sole occupier, with a few occasional stragglers stumbling up the steps and hurrying past him without a second glance.

Stanley did not move from his spot, however. He stood resolutely in the middle of the stairway, fervently rubbing his arms and stamping his feet in a futile attempt to try and regain feeling in his extremities as he waited. Rocking on his heels, he titled his head backwards to let his eyes roam the constellations that carpeted the endless expanse of the sky stretched out above his head, almost losing himself in the scintillating canvas of stars.

It reminded him of old times; of the sparkling beach sand twinkling in the dim moonlight, and the soft sound of lilting waves hovering in the background as he lay back on the cold wooden deck of his ship and watched the stars dance.

He still remembered every name his brother had once recited to him time and time again as he pointed out each star and galaxy from the night sky.

Then, like clockwork, he was broken out of his reveries by a telltale meow coming from below. The sound was a familiar blanket that immediately melted away the tension that had begun to build in his chest as he practically sagged with relief.

His body moved almost automatically as he leaned down to detach the frail tabby cat that was attempting to literally fuse with his legs, purring up a storm and rubbing her head against his pants as though her life depended on it. The cat gave a soft chirrup of dissatisfaction at being manhandled, which Stanley absentmindedly replied with a chiding click of his tongue as he lifted her up his chest and gently tucked her into his jacket in a practiced motion.

She thankfully remained blissfully limp in his grasp as he shifted around some more so that she was nestled comfortably inside the dark pocket of warmth inside his ratty jacket. The tiny warm lump that rumbled contently against his front radiated with heat, and his fingers finally began to feel like actual fingers rather than useless stiff frigid lumps of meat and bone attached to his palms.

A pointed cough startled him from his clumsy wriggling to get the cat to settle down. An oddly familiar security guard stood at the entrance of the station at the bottom of the stairs, leveling Stanley an unimpressed look with the metal gate in his grip already halfway closed, ready to seal the subway for the night. He must have been a comical sight; caught awkwardly bent over while trying to get his newly acquired cat to stop kneading biscuits on his stomach, with said cat peeking out from the gap between his collars.

Stanley faintly recognized the guard. He was a much older man, with a shock of thinning white hair neatly tucked underneath a dark blue cap and a strange depth in his eyes that reminded Stanley of the sea; with countless unspoken truths lurking far beneath the surface, but no less grand and knowing of all that the universe had to offer, as though he had already lived a thousand lives before this one.

He had seen the man around before, at another station, doing the opposite of his job by ushering stray buskers and homeless stragglers from the streets and into the (relatively) safe walls of the subway, instead of doing what any other law-abiding security guard would do and kick them out into the elements. He wasn't sure what the older man was doing here, of all places, since all the previous stations he'd seen the man at had been several states over, practically on the other side of the country.

A brief spark of panic shot through his spine at the thought that this man could be following him, but he quickly discarded the ridiculous notion as soon as it entered his mind. He had never even seen him before, and hardly ever even interacted with him; there was no reason for there to be any sort of bad blood between them. Unless he happened to be related to one of Stanley's many, many enemies, then perhaps his fear was a little warranted.

However, the old guard made no move to attack or do anything other than stare judgmentally, almost expectantly. For the first time in a long time, Stanley felt like a child being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do. He tried his best to keep his uncomfortable squirming to a minimum under the unrelenting gaze, stubbornly returning the man's gaze with his own wary glare. His cat’s muffled whining came from inside his jacket. The traitor, she was leaving him to deal with the old man on his own.

With an exasperated jerk of his head, the security guard gestured towards the inside of the station. For a moment, Stanley stared dumbly, uncomprehending of what the old man could possibly want from him. Rolling his eyes, this time the man gestured more insistently at the small gap that still remained between the metal gate and the entrance, his arm sweeping the air in a low arc as he dramatically urged Stanley inside. Suddenly, it clicked, and Stanley shook his head.

“I have a car,” he said plainly, his voice echoing loudly in the desolate silence of the winter night that surrounded the unlikely pair.

He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, it wasn't as though he was lying. He did have a car, his trusty Stanley-mobile was parked safely away in the corner of an unassuming alley that wasn't often frequented by anyone. There was no way he was reaching it tonight, though; it was practically on the other side of the city, much too far away for him to arrive at a reasonable time. His nightly excursions to meet his small friend unfortunately left him with no other choice than to leave his car behind, the hunk of metal far too unwieldy and noticeable to drive around openly on the streets. He never knew who could be watching, after all.

He had simply been hoping to find himself a dark corner to tuck himself into with his cat, just for the night, but it seemed as though the universe had other plans. Or rather, this strange old man had other plans.

Although, if Stanley thought about it, the subway wasn't such a bad suggestion. This was one of the safer stations in the city; and with the rich neighborhoods being so close by, no rogue criminal or dealers dared to come near this area unless they wanted to be slapped with a hefty fine or face a higher potential to be arrested. And of course, there was the obvious shelter from the unrelenting cold that now seemed to permeate his bones, even with the purring warmth that was nestled inside his jacket.

So, that was how he found himself hunkering down for the night inside a shabby old subway station, with a satisfied cat still rumbling away against his chest and a strange old security guard locking down the gates behind him. The man said nothing as he hooked his keys back onto his belt and gave a firm pat on Stanley's shoulders as he walked past him, pausing to scratch his cat behind her ears before moving away. His footsteps bounced off of the grimy tiled walls with an odd reverb as he turned a corner.

“You'll be safe in here,” the man said, voice sage and gravelly. The words had a weight to them, and seemed to hang in the air with such a presence it was as though the old man had never even left his side.

The subway was empty, quiet. It was such a stark contrast to the loud rowdiness of the rush hour crowd these halls once held. Stanley hadn't yet registered the utter silence of the station as he aimlessly made his way down the winding, deserted halls of the ancient station. He mindlessly walked past the aged and peeling advertising posters plastered on the walls, his nose becoming accustomed to the stinging stench of the subway. The quiet seemed to swallow the sound of his steps as he explored the branching paths and endless tunnels. They were almost kaleidoscopic, dizzying, nonsensical. There were doors where there shouldn't be, and deadends where it didn't make sense.

The silence only began to truly settle in his bones the more he walked. He suddenly wished that he would head the telltale footsteps of the old security guard again, just to hear another sign of life in this underground hellscape other than himself. The ghostly memories of screeching trains and bustling crowds haunted the halls; now, only nothingness reigned supreme. He glanced down at his small feline companion, who slumbered away against his chest, blissfully unaware of his jackrabbiting heartbeat threatening to burst out of his ribs. The silence seemed to permeate every inch of space and crush the air out of his lungs. He couldn't breathe.

Stanley’s steps grew faster, more frantic as the walls and ceilings seemed to close in on him. They grew smaller, tighter; squeezing, trapping. He hardly even registered his cat's complaints as she was jostled around in his grasp, breaking into a full out run. His breathing sounded loud, too loud, and the world was collapsing around him.

When he finally broke out into a large, open platform, he could finally breathe again. He had arrived at the tracks, the empty tunnel where the trains would pass an empty, gaping maw in the wall that seemed to swallow all light around it and beckon him closer. He felt his cat wriggle out from within his jacket and hop out with a displeasured yowl, scampering away and disappearing behind a corner much like the old man had. True silence pierced his ears and thrummed like a deafening pressure in his temples. He was alone.

Stanley was stuck in that subway station for years.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

The Start of the Future (Part 26)

Previous | Masterpost

The ring of rage made it possible for Danny to open portals to the Infinite Realms on his own, which would at least make commuting back and forth much easier. While they were at the Watchtower Danny had raided the equipment that had been liberated from the GIW bases and, after his panic attack, he found a suit of ectoplasmic armour that he could update and upgrade for Jason. Sure he was already liminal but Danny would rather be safe than sorry with the amount of concentrated ecto he’d be exposed to in the Infinite Realms. It was pretty easy to tinker with, improve the blasters and repaint it to match Jason’s colour pallet, once it was slimmed down a little as well and given a better finish Danny had to say it looked cool as hell. 

Once it was done and Jason had some experience wearing it and operating the weapons, they were as ready as they were ever going to be to face the mountain of paperwork that was inevitably waiting for Danny. It was easiest to leave from the Batcave, leaving Jason’s motorbike there before Danny transformed back into Phantom. With one last check on Jason’s armour Phantom ripped a hole through space and time to get to his new castle. As he stepped through onto the dark cobblestones he felt a shiver run down his spine. God this place was so deeply infused by Pariah’s malice it was going to take him a long time to shape the haunt to his will instead of its previous master. 

Danny was not pleased to see that half the council and the Observants were waiting for him, as was Fright Knight. Just great. The portal closed and Fright Knight stepped forward, and Danny stepped back, Jason slid between the two of them glaring at Fright Knight through his visor. Fright paused looking annoyed, but after it became clear Jason wasn’t going to move and Danny wasn’t going to come forward again Fright elected to ignore Jason and just focus on Danny past Jason. 

“My King,” Fright Knight bowed to Danny. “I want you to know that my vow to the crown still holds. I will serve you however you order, I will be your knight.”

“No you will not,” Danny said calmly but firmly, ignoring the look of hurt and fear in Fright’s eyes. “I will not revoke your title, and you may continue to serve the crown, but I will be knighting Red Hood. He will be my knight, not a knight of the crown,” He said with a sneer. “For now you can serve me by making sure news of my rule is properly spread. Make sure they know, and know that things will be changing and do it without threats. Understand?”

“Yes my King,” Fright said, though he still didn’t seem pleased he wouldn’t disobey an order. He got up and shot a glare at Jason before flying off to do a task Danny hoped would keep him busy for a good long while given the Realms were Infinite and all. 

Once he was gone Danny turned back towards the rest of his ‘welcoming party’, He sighed and forced his shoulders to relax. “So, show me to the work that needs to be done,” He said, more confidently than he felt.

“Oh there will be plenty of time for that,” Clockwork said wryly, leaning heavily on his staff. 

“There’s a royal wedding to plan!” Frostbite butted in, excited and eager as ever, trigger near identical startled sounds from Jason and Danny. 

“Are you sure? We were planning on waiting and getting married in the mortal world first. I’m sure there’s a ton of stuff to do before…” He trailed off because Pandora was shaking her head. 

She held out one set of hands, the other still clasped behind her back; “A royal wedding is exactly what we need. It had been a long time since the Realms had a king, and much longer still since anything to do with a king could be called a joyous occasion. Not counting when the council managed to bind Pariah Dark.

“A royal wedding will bring everyone together so they can see you, while ensuring the expectation is that they be happy for you, and bring gifts. Since the coronation was immediate, and took place in the human world, this is the best opportunity for you to meet the other governing bodies within the Realms, and to set their expectations of you.” 

“I do not want my wedding to be a political affair,” Danny said coldly, drawing himself up to his full height, which still wasn’t very impressive at all in the face of Pandora and Frostbite. He was taller than Clockwork now at least. He relaxed just slightly when Jason rested a gloved hand on his shoulder.

“You can still have the wedding you want in the human world, the ceremony here won’t be binding there. And you can have whatever guests you want as well as the political ones, the guest list will be hundreds long as is, and we’ll make sure spaces for family are reserved right at the front,” Frostbite assured, placatingly. 

Danny took a deep breath and shook his head before turning back towards Jason. “What do you think?” He asked, taking one of Jason’s hands, he couldn’t quite lace their fingers together with the size of Jason’s gloves so this would have to do. 

Jason shrugged; “I told you I’m happy to get to marry you multiple times, This isn’t the way we planned it sure, but this can be a dress rehearsal basically, and I gotta admit I’m curious as fuck about what sort of gifts ghosts will give their king. I think Robin and Phantasm will have a blast with it too. Ohhh you should invite Constantine! Seeing him scramble to get a gift would be hilarious!”

Danny couldn’t help but smile at Jason, glad he wasn’t taking this seriously as he might have, and could see the humour in it. “Alright,” Danny agreed fondly, leaning forward to kiss his helmet over Jason’s cheek. “How do ghostly weddings even work?” He asked, turning back towards his new council. 

Clockwork smiled approvingly and Frostbite downright cheered, Jason and Danny were shepherded into a council room where planning began. For the most part Danny and Jason let the planning take place around them rather than actually taking part in it.  They put in their input here and there, colour choices, food, making sure things were human-safe options for the few guests Danny and Jason wanted to bring. The councilors were the ones who knew who in the Realms needed to be invited, mostly kings and chiefs of various sections of the realms who were too used to ruling without oversight. 

When it seemed like all the personal touches were finished Danny placed his palms on the table and stood up, smiling around the table without much feeling. “Is the guest list all you’ll be discussing now?” He asked calmly.

“Well, yes but-” Pandora started but Danny held up his hand and shook his head. 

“I don’t care who you invite other than my family. Send me a list of who you decide to invite and what I need to know. I’m going to have a look around the rest of the keep to see what else I’ve inherited from that bastard, other than a complete mess.” Danny dismissed with a wave of his hand. “Did Pariah Dark have an office?”

There was a moment of silence, the rest of the council glancing around at one another, everyone clearly expecting someone else to have an answer. “He must have had an office right?” Frostbite questioned. 

“I’m sure that he did,” Pandora agreed, nodding firmly. “He wasn’t always mad, he did his duty at some point.”

“Great,” Danny sighed, pushing himself back from the table and standing up. “Well, maybe we’ll find his office while we’re exploring and if not I’ll choose a new room to be my office. I should start remaking this place to suit me anyway, I don’t want anyone you bring to the wedding to think that I’m in any way like him after all, I should start reshaping this place.”

“Very well,” Clockwork sighed and turned back towards the table, launching back into discussions about the guest list. After that would be discussion of seating arrangements. Danny fully expected this to take days. Even if they insisted this needed to be done quickly, all of the people discussing it were ancient and immortal, to them tomorrow still meant next month. Of course thanks to the time dilation in the living world they would still get around to the wedding before Danny and Jason could, unless they wanted a Vegas wedding, which he didn’t. Although… No, he wouldn’t compromise the wedding that they had dreamed for this. 

Danny slipped out of the room with Jason on his heels to explore with him. Danny paused to take Jason’s hand again so they could walk together down the broad, dimly lit haul. Danny grimaced and glared at one of the torches. “Okay to start with we can get some more fucking light in here, and maybe a rug,” He grumbled, closing his eyes and focusing on the ecto around him. It was resistant to his touch, he wasn’t the mind that it was used to responding to and it didn’t want to listen to him. But this was his haunt now, he was the master of this space now and it would answer to him. 

The world beyond Danny’s eyelids brightened slightly and Jason gasped softly. Danny opened his eyes and gave a self satisfied smile when he saw the torches were brighter and a slightly warmer shade of green and there was now a very grand rug stretching off down the long hall. “Good, that’s better. Let’s get going.”

“How did you do that?” Jason asked curiously. 

“Oh right, you’ve never been to the Ghost Zone before! The entire place is made of ectoplasm, that means it responds to emotion and will. Not all of it I mean, every ghost has a haunt and the ecto in their haunt responds to them, everyone’s haunt is specially tailored to them. Actually… because when I died I didn’t come to the Realms naturally, I’m not sure I had a haunt here before I defeated Pariah and took his. I’d better make the most of it huh? I’m going to manifest an observatory!” Danny exclaimed, excitement getting the better of him for a moment. And why not? It was about time this place felt a little bit of joy. 

Jason laughed and Danny grinned at him, tugging him along after him. “Come on, we should find a bedroom for the two of us as well and make that ours. We’ll be spending some nights here while I set everything up, or at least I will. I’ll figure out how to make it safe for you so you can have a comfortable place here too while you’re still living.”

“I love how ominous you are,” Jason said with genuine warmth, making Danny laugh again. They continued on with a bounce in their step and the energy of giddy children exploring an ancient mansion, and they found plenty of hidden rooms and hallways to justify that excitement. Though whether they’d been there before or if the ecto was manifesting them because Danny expected them to be there was anyone’s guess. 

They carried on that way until they found a potential bedroom that, with a little editing, would work for the both of them. Danny could will a lot of the ecto in the room to be inert, or absent, but it took a lot of concentration and it wasn’t perfect. He was going to have to invent something, a miniature ghost shield maybe? Either way it would be safe for one night and Jason was tired.

Danny lay with him until he was asleep, but in his ghost form and in a place of infinite ambiently metabolizable ecto he didn’t need to sleep much and he wasn’t tired. He slipped out of bed again and left a note for Jason in case he woke up while Danny was gone. Then he continued exploring, looking specifically for the office now because with Jason asleep he had nothing better to do then get a start on the work right?

Unfortunately he did find the office, which was dusty as fuck somehow despite no one here shedding skin cells. There were piles upon piles of papers here, the stacks had probably started on the desk, but when they got too tall work had started to pile up on the floor. As Pariah lost interest in the actual work people must have continued to just drop paperwork here in the hopes he might get around to some of it… eventually. They had probably only stopped once Pariah had been bound in the coffin, and then enough time passed for everyone to forget this office even existed. 

Danny sighed and settled into work, starting with the dustiest piles because those were the oldest. Most of the papers that didn’t disintegrate as soon as he picked them up were probably not valid anymore and the ones that were were probably long overdue and increasingly desperate. He incinerated ones that said they needed things on a time limit, thousands of years expired the need had probably passed one way or another, and if not they could re-submit the request to him this time. The ones that seemed like they might still need help he set aside to ask Pandora or Clockwork about when he got the chance. 

The task became meditative; pick up a paper, scan it for dates, then set it aside or incinerate it. The small amount of ecto in each of the papers giving him a little boost as they disintegrated. It gave him the time and the brain space to pay attention to his new haunt, expanding his mind to start the process of properly melding with his new haunt. It was resistant to his will for now, and he didn’t feel like forcing it, he wasn’t going to be that kind of king after all. For now it was enough to let it get used to his presence, like sharing space with a neglected cat.

At least by the morning it was responsive enough to tell him that Jason was up. Danny sighed and got up, stretching with a groan. He had gotten through about a quarter of the accumulated paperwork, not reading it or anything, just sorting out that maybe he should read it later. But still the room looked much less crowded and dusty so he was going to call that a pretty good start! He shut the door after him and concentrated for a moment to alter the door, making it more distinctive and easier to find for the future before he rushed off the say good morning to Jason, and open a portal out of the zone so they could at least get some breakfast.

Jason met him at the door and hugged Danny tightly, scooping him up as Danny yelped then laughed, wrapping his arms around Jason’s shoulder in return. “Put me down,” He laughed, not really meaning it so Jason held him for a minute longer before putting him down and kissing him sweetly enough Danny started purring instantly. 

“Let’s go to the courthouse,” Jason announced, soft and breathless once he put Danny down. 

“What?” Danny asked, shocked, but when Jason looked chagrined and started to pull away Danny hugged him tighter and pulled him back in. “No no! I’m not opposed to it, I’m just surprised!”

“I know. And I’m really not upset about the ghost wedding thing, I meant that! And I don’t want us to rush before having our big wedding. But that’s going to include a ton of heroes right? So it’s kinda a masked wedding, and I want us to be married before we’re politically married you know? Let's pick up our siblings, maybe Bruce, and go to a courthouse. I’ll buy you a bouquet, and Bruce can pay for the fanciest fucking dinner of our lives as an afterparty…” He trailed off as Danny laughed and pulled Jason in for another kiss.

“Add Roy to the list of people we’re picking up and absolutely! I think we have to call ahead to make an appointment though. And I have a little more to do here, can I drop you off at home to call the courthouse and get those flowers? I’ll finish up here and come join you as soon as I can?” He asked hopefully.

“You got it Moonlight,” Jason agreed easily. 

“You’re the best, Boss,” Danny teased laughingly and Jason rolled his eyes. 

“Keep that nickname for the bedroom now Cub,” Jason replied, pushing Danny away for just a  moment before pulling him back in as Danny purred.

“Tonight?” He suggested hopefully. 

“Tonight,” Jason agreed and they kissed one more time before Danny ripped open a portal for Jason to head home with both of their tasks assigned. 

Danny threw himself back into work, doing what he could do. He dismissed the souls that Pariah owned, and set the ones that wouldn’t or couldn’t leave to cleaning the castle with strict orders to take regular breaks if they’re tired, and maybe try a couple hobbies as long as it doesn’t bother anyone else. That’s the best he can do for now. It’s going to be slow going until everyone he loves can join him in this world, and this time they actually will. None of them will be killed with ecto weapons which simultaneously destroy bodies and souls, he will never have to lose this family like he did his last one, no one will. 

He arrived home while Jason was halfway through making dinner, and got to hear about Jason’s day. He cooked and told Danny excitedly how he had called the courthouse and managed to get an appointment for the afternoon after next, and he’d called their family and everyone would be able to come! Including Dan who hadn’t gone so far that Ellie couldn’t catch up to him and ask him to come back for the wedding. Jason laughed as he told Danny Dan had been relieved to hear there was going to be a smaller wedding so he’d have an excuse not to attend the bigger ones later! 

Their home was warm and cozy, their safe nest just the two of them and any stress Danny had been feeling melted away. He couldn’t wait to eat, he couldn’t wait to spend the night with Jason, he couldn’t wait to get married in a couple of days! There was so much to look forward to, so much in a life, an eternity, of people that he loved. He couldn’t say he didn’t regret what had happened to his first family. But with Pariah gone, the GIW on the run, and Jason at his side Danny could say he was finally, and unequivocally, happy.

[hugsandchaos]

Random bit, but does anyone else wonder if ghosts from the ghost zone react to humans similarly to how humans react to ghosts? Like sometimes I just want to write Danny in human form around Frostbite in a manner that’s kind of from Frostbite’s prospective, and describe Danny’s human form in a way that connects to the living world or at least partially does. Let me just show you what I mean.

It was odd for Frostbite, seeing the Great One’s human form for the first time. True, he literally asked for it during the checkup, and he’s met Sam and Tucker before, but something about this was different. Perhaps it was the simple fact that Frostbite had only seen him in ghost form until that point, maybe it had something to do with him being a halfa. Who was to say when there was so, so little information on Halfas?

Hair the color of freshly fallen snow, much like the fur of Frostbite and his people, now turned as dark as a shadow. Perhaps even darker, just like Sam’s. Unlike Sam, however, Danny’s eyes had a different color. A shade of green that both practically and often literally glowed just like the ectoplasm all ghosts were made of had been replaced by a light blue. Looking at them reminded the chief of ice, and he was sure that any glare from them would feel like ice piercing a ghost’s very core. His skin was a little darker now, but Danny still appeared a little paler than Sam.

Looking at Danny now was like looking at a glimpse of a world where everything was different. Frostbite knew that the two realms were obviously different, but it felt more... perhaps “dangerous” was a good word, or “mysterious”. The thumping of his heart was picked up on more easily by the machines used to read his core vibrations, and the thermometer rose gradually until it reached 94 degrees. That temperature was extremely dangerous for a ghost with an ice core, as the average temperature for one was between 10 to 0 degrees. And yet Danny Phantom’s recorded body temperatures were always between 32 and 40, which was by itself alarming enough. Now it was all the way at 94?!

“Young Phantom, are you alright?! The thermometer says that your body temperature is 94 degrees!” Frostbite exclaimed.

Danny nodded and smile a little, his new ghost teeth, which Sam and Tucker called fangs despite them being rather small, were visible for a short while.”That’s actually close to the average healthy temperature for a human, which is 97 to 99 degrees, but I guess being half ghost lowered it a bit? It’s when the body temperature reaches 100 or higher that we should worry.” He said.

“...I need to update your record.” Frostbite said after a moment’s silence. Once the checkup was over, perhaps he could ask the Great One to bring some medical books on humans to better understand the living, and dead, paradox that was Halfas.

“My what now?” Danny asked.

[theglamorousferal]

Persephone's Binding Part 12

Hardcover/Anger Management ship Sacrificial Bride au

AO3 Prompt Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

"Ellie!" Danny shouted and then sped towards the source of the surprise attack. The person he tackled had the sides of her head shaved with a short mohawk the same snow white as Danny. She had four black studs in one ear and three studs on the other side that were teal, orange and pink. She was in black and white winter gear that had studs and spikes on her coat, gloves and boots.

She giggled as they roughhoused in the snow. She was about the same height and build as Danny and that prompted Jason to ask Jazz. "She's the clone sister, right?" He turned to where she had been standing to find she wasn't there. He glanced around to see her standing to the side speaking with Frostbite in quiet voices. Frostbite's face was full of concern. He handed her a bag, set his hand on her shoulder, then turned to go back to the exam room.

Jason watched as Jazz's shoulders rose and then slumped. He approached her, "Jazz?" Her shoulders hiked to her ears. "Is everything okay?" She turned around quickly and she had schooled her expression to seem casual and at ease.

"Nothing you need to worry about. Just Regent stuff. Did I hear Ellie?" She sped past him, securing the bag on her shoulder. He narrowed his eyes, but let the issue drop.

"Yeah, is she the clone sister you were telling me about?"

"Yes she is! She must be here for her shots, it's been roughly three months I think." She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted in the direction of the flying figures, "Hey, big sis wants a hug you gremlins!" She handed Jason the bag before she was tackled into the snow by two black and white blurs. Laughter broke from the pile of figures and after a few moments Jazz's hand shot out from the mass.

Jason helped her stand leading to them suddenly standing very close to each other and Jason looking up into those perfect teal eyes with flecks of luminescent gold swirling in them. Some of her hair began to float about them before twin coughs startled them both enough that they stepped away from each other.

Jason glared at Danny who put on a smile of innocence perfectly mimicked by Ellie. Jazz brushed the snow from her coat before reaching out for the bag. "So, Ellie, are you planning on staying for a little while before heading out again? Also where's Dante?"

Ellie blew the hair that had come loose from her mohawk out of her eyes before responding. "Yeah, I was planning on sticking around for at least a week since I heard about this whole 'sacrifice' thing." She seemed to bare her teeth at Jason before rolling her eyes. "As for Dante? Him and Skulker bet each other that they could break outta Walker's first a few days ago, I give them another day or two before we see them at all."

"Cool, so Ellie, this is Jason, he's the one who got sacrificed, we are still doing some research on what ritual was used so we can figure out how to break it so we can send him back to his home dimension."

Danny's innocent smile turned to a smirk. "I mean, we still gotta figure out which one he's from to be able to send him back. That could take a while. I say we make the most of it. Once Johnny's done with your bike, we'll do a little tour of my favorite places in the Realms. Probably can get that shard that's messing with your core taken care of too. I'm sure that Pandora would be willing to remove it if you agree to spar with her and introduce her to the Amazons you know once we find where you're from."

Jason's glare had changed to a smile, he turned to Jazz. "Maybe we can take a day and go to the Boardwalk?"

She had a wistful look on her face. "I wish I could, but duty calls I'm afraid. Which reminds me, we should head out soon. Ellie, are you coming with us?"

"Yeah, Frostbite cleared me this morning, I was just waiting for y'all to show up. I already put my backpack in the Speeder."

Jazz smiled. "Great, let's head out then, I have something that I need to take care of when we get back."

The other three watched as she marched herself towards the ship. They shared a look. Danny looked away first, biting his lip as he followed his sister. Jason and Ellie traded confused and alarmed faces before following.

The return trip was spent discussing places that Danny and Ellie wanted to show Jason while Jazz slowly reduced her white-knuckled grip in the wheel.

[ninjatrashpanda]

Of Freezing Cold and Cozy Warmth

Written for @bucktommywinterfest (It's a bit late, sorryyyy x.x)

Prompt: "I've actually never seen snow before."

Rated: G

Tags: established relationship, fluff, light h/c, AU canon divergence

Read on AO3 here.

“Fuck me, why is it so cold?!”

This was insane. Completely unacceptable. How did people choose to live in temperatures like this?!

Logically, Tommy had known that he should be prepared for this. He’d known that Los Angeles was significantly warmer than a lot of places in the country. And he’d taken it seriously and prepared himself mentally. He’d figured that he had been ready when he and Evan had boarded the plane back home.

Now, standing outside the airport and waiting for Evan’s parents to pick them up, it became more than obvious that he wasn’t prepared. Nothing ever could’ve possibly prepared him for the wind to give him the worst hug of all time, or the icicles it drew down his spine. It felt like Winter itself was attacking him with countless tiny daggers to his face and especially his ears. Evan had told him to buy a beanie or a pair of ear warmers, but he hadn’t taken him seriously.

Oh, what a terrible mistake that was.

“Uh, because it’s December and we’re in Pennsylvania?” Evan answered with a raised eyebrow and barely concealed smile, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Tommy shot Evan a glare so venomous it could have melted the frost off his eyelashes...if his eyelashes had actually been frozen. They weren’t, but it felt like they might be any second now.

“This is not December. This is the Arctic tundra, and I didn’t sign up for this kind of abuse,” Tommy retorted, pulling his hoodie tighter around his head. It was useless against the gusts of wind that seemed hell-bent on cutting through every layer of clothing he had.

Evan, of course, looked unfazed. If anything, he looked amused. Dressed in a thick winter jacket and wearing the very beanie Tommy had mocked in the store just last week, he seemed utterly immune to the cold. It was infuriating. “I told you it was going to be cold, Tommy,” Evan said with a chuckle, his breath visible in the air. “You can’t blame me for your stubbornness.”

“I’m not blaming you,” Tommy said through chattering teeth. “I’m blaming this state. How do people live here?!”

Evan rolled his eyes, but Tommy could clearly see the onset of a fond smile at the corners of his mouth. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not even that cold.”

“Not that cold?!” Tommy exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch. He waved his hands around like a madman, a feeble attempt at warming himself up. “This is frostbite weather! My toes are going to fall off! I can’t feel my nose! This is how I die!”

“Relax. My parents will be here in, like, five minutes,” Evan said, checking his phone. “You’ll survive.”

And that sent a completely different sort of shiver down Tommy’s spine. Margaret and Phillip Buckley were a…complicated subject, and even after two years of dating Evan and meeting his biological parents several times, he wasn’t quite sure what to think of them. They’d been��awkward at first, but Tommy had expected that. It wasn’t every day that your 33-year-old, previously thought-to-be-straight son showed up at your daughter’s wedding with his newly minted boyfriend. There was no script for a situation like that. Over time though, they’d gotten around, and Tommy figured they at least were able to tolerate him, considering that he was invited whenever they came to Los Angeles. (Though even if they didn’t, Evan, Maddie and Chimney probably would probably make sure he was included anyway.)

Of course, Tommy was also acutely aware of the rather…tumultuous past of the Buckley family.

The story about Daniel Buckley and his tragic, untimely death had come out of Evan in bits and pieces over their time together. Tommy had first heard Daniel’s name around a week after Maddie and Chimney’s wedding, when Evan had mentioned that they had originally planned to leave two empty seats at their table at the reception. One for Kevin, of course, and the other for someone named Daniel. Tommy hadn’t known who exactly Daniel had been, but clearly he must’ve been a big deal when a space at the bride and groom’s table was kept empty for him.

He had first learned that Daniel had been Maddie and Evan’s brother about a week after that. It was at the first of a few double dates with Eddie and Marisol (and boy, did he still kind of cringe whenever he thought about her and the way her and Eddie’s relationship had ended), when she had mentioned a petty squabble she’d recently gotten into with her own brother. Both Evan and Eddie had shared anecdotes about their sisters, and Evan had openly wondered what his relationship with Daniel might’ve been like. Marisol had been visibly confused (Tommy had very much seen the discreet head shake Eddie had sent her), but Tommy had obviously connected the dots.

He hadn’t learned that Evan had been a savior baby until a few months later, when, on their frequent journey of making Evan watch movies, Tommy had decided to put on My Sister’s Keeper. The choice had been an innocent one. He had thought it was a tearjerker that Evan, with his endless compassion, would appreciate. He hadn’t expected his boyfriend to sit frozen through most of it, his face pale and jaw tight. At first, Tommy had thought that it was just the movie getting to Evan like it did to most people, but by the climax of the film, Evan had abruptly stood up and muttered something about needing air.

The aftermath of that night, from Evan explaining the circumstances of his birth, to Tommy profoundly apologizing for his movie pick (Evan had assured him it was okay. There was no way Tommy could’ve known), to the revelation of just what Margaret and Phillip had actually done to both Evan and Maddie, had stuck with Tommy in ways only his father and his past in the military had otherwise. A cold, seething rage at the Buckley parents had filled him to the brim, a sense of anger so harsh that he hadn’t fully been able to let go of it even now, a year and a half later.

Tommy shook his head. Evan and Maddie had forgiven their parents. They had gone to therapy together and mended their relationship as well as they could. They were on good terms, which was why he was in the middle of what felt like the Antarctic’s asscrack right now anyway. And besides, after all the shit he had pulled back during his Closet Era™, who was he to judge anyone anyway? It would be more than hypocritical.

“Hey, Earth to Tommy,” Evan said, snapping him out of his thoughts. “You’re starting to look like a puppy that got lost in the snow. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Tommy startled, his head snapping over to Evan, his eyes wide as dishes. He recovered quickly, though, and shot Evan a sheepish look. “Just thinking about what your parents are gonna have to say about you popping the question.”

Evan froze, his easy grin faltering for the briefest of moments. Then his expression softened into something warm, almost shy, as a blush crept up his cheeks, and not from the cold this time. “You think they’ll be surprised?” he asked, his voice quieter now, as if he was scared Margaret and Phillip could be hiding behind the next corner.

With an exaggerated hum, Tommy tilted his head, pretending to think hard about it. “I mean, on one hand, you are incredibly handsome, with a heart of gold and a massive dick that makes angels sing, while I’m just, y’know, me.” He gestured to himself dramatically, as if he was the most repulsive being on the planet. “But on the other hand, everyone back home knew. Hell, I knew for about a month before you proposed. You’re not subtle.”

An incredulous, awkward laugh escaped Evan’s mouth, the blush on his cheeks turning a shade brighter. “Excuse me, but I am absolutely subtle. And you had no idea. None. Nada. Zilch. Zero.”

“Oh, yes, of course, I had no clue!” Tommy shot back, raising his hands in surrender. A move he instantly regretted when the Pennsylvania Winter air crept through his pores directly into his bones. With another shiver, he quickly brought his palms up to his mouth and breathed into them, the warmth of his breath a temporary, but welcome relief. “But seriously, do you think they’ll be weird about it? I mean, it’s one thing for me to just be the boyfriend you have when they expected a girlfriend, but it’s another thing entirely to, you know… potentially be the son-in-law.”

Evan’s gaze held his own for a beat, steady and warm, in spite of the icy wind that Tommy was sure was going to turn his skin blue any moment now. “They’ll be fine,” he said firmly. “They’ve come a long way. We all have. And if they’re not, well...” His face turned harder suddenly, almost determined, even. “It wouldn’t be the first time I picked somebody I love over them.”

Tommy stared at Evan, his breath coming out as a plume of fog in the cold air. He couldn’t decide if the warmth in his chest was from Evan’s unwavering confidence or from the sheer force his heart was currently beating with. He couldn’t fight the tears that shot into his eyes.

“That’s… probably the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he sniffed, rubbing his eyes. “Also kind of terrifying? In a way? But mostly sweet.”

Evan’s face broke into a soft smile again, the kind that always made Tommy wonder how he ever got this lucky. He’d been a horrible human being in his youth, from the way he’d kept quiet under Gerrard’s captainship, to how he’d strung Abby along for years in an attempt to “fix” himself.

Not for the first time in the last few years, Tommy thought about just how little he actually deserved the life he had. He didn’t deserve a job he loved. He didn’t deserve for the man of his dreams to love him back. He sure as hell didn’t deserve to get married to said guy, or to get chosen by him over his literal family.

Almost as if he read his mind, Evan stepped closer and pulled Tommy into a kiss. Evan’s mouth was surprisingly warm on Tommy’s own, as if it was completely immune to the air around them.

The gentle softness made Tommy’s lips tingle, a sensation that traveled across his cheeks, which turned a soft pink almost instantly, to his ears and then down his neck and into every fiber of his body. Almost instinctively, Tommy wrapped his arms around Evan, pulling him ever closer against him, as if any remaining inch of space between them was an affront to reality itself.

The moment stayed frozen between them for a second, filled with nothing but the howl of the wind and the crunch of snow under a passing car’s tires. For once, Tommy didn’t mind the cold as much. Not with Evan looking at him like that, his blue eyes lit up like a pair of sapphires hanging in the night sky.

He felt it then, the weight of his past slowly lifting off of his heart. He wasn’t that guy anymore. He had gone out of his way to be someone better, someone he could be proud of being. Someone who did deserve the love and happiness he experienced day after day with his fiancé.

“Alright, loverboy, if we stand here any longer, I’m going to turn into a human popsicle,” Tommy said as he pulled away, his teeth beginning to clatter almost instantly as a shiver went down his spine as a particularly cold gust swept over them.

Evan laughed, pulling him closer as if to shield him from the biting wind. “Good thing that they’re here, then, huh?”

Tommy followed Evan’s gaze to see a familiar SUV slowing to a stop just a few feet away. His stomach did an immediate flip, the butterflies waking from their momentary hibernation. He tried not to let his nerves show as Margaret and Phillip stepped out of the car.

Margaret was the first to approach, bundled in a sleek wool coat that somehow managed to make her look as effortlessly composed as ever. Phillip trailed behind her, his face lined with age but still kind in a way that always threw Tommy off balance.

“Buck!” Margaret called, her voice cutting through the wind like it had never learned to be anything but commanding. Her arms opened wide, and Evan stepped into them without hesitation, his beanie brushing against her neatly coiffed hair as he bent over (Tommy honestly had to wonder where the hell Evan’s size had come from, because it definitely wasn’t from either of his parents). “You’re freezing!” she scolded, pulling back just enough to fuss over him.

There was a part of Tommy that wanted to be bitchy and crack a joke about who was actually freezing here, but he held himself back. No need to piss off his future in-laws over the temperature. (Also, it was Tommy’s own fault that he was cold. But he wasn’t ready to acknowledge that yet.) So, he hung back, trying not to feel awkward as he hovered near the luggage. Then, while Margaret continued to fuss over Evan, Phillip came up to him, offering a small smile.

“Tommy,” he greeted, extending a hand. “Good to see you again.”

Tommy took it, shaking firmly despite the numbness creeping into his fingers. “Good to see you too, Mr. Buckley.”

“Please,” Phillip said, waving a hand as if to shoo away the formality. “It’s Phillip.”

“Right. Phillip,” Tommy tried the name out, and it felt just as strange as it always did. He could never quite figure out if he was crossing some invisible line by addressing them so casually or if the line had ever even existed in the first place.

With that, Margaret finally let go of Evan and turned to him, her sharp eyes a tad softer than the last time he’d seen her. “Tommy,” she said with a nod, her tone cordial and vaguely friendly, but far from the warmth you’d hope your Partner’s parents would show you. She walked a few steps over to him and regarded his…less than adequate wardrobe. “I hope the flight wasn’t too bad. You look…unprepared.”

“No, it was fine. Thanks for asking,” Tommy replied, keeping his voice polite but neutral. He wasn’t about to dive into the six-hour battle he’d waged against turbulence, hectic layovers and airplane coffee. “And yeah, uh, I didn’t take Evan seriously when he told me about how cold it is. You know, I’ve never actually seen snow before, so I figured…”

Margaret’s eyebrow slowly climbed up her face, her expression turning more and more incredulous. Tommy bit his tongue. This is going swimmingly, he thought. Great impression to make on your fiancé’s parents, really.

Out of the corners of his eyes, Tommy saw Evan and his father share a look, though he wasn’t sure what kind of look it was. For a fraction of a second, Tommy wondered if Evan was about to ask for his engagement ring back, and he wasn’t sure if he could do that. The ring was simple, a bronze band with a celtic weave design, but Tommy had fallen in love with it almost instantly. If Evan would now ask for it back…No, he wouldn’t. He already said so. Tommy couldn’t think like this. He couldn’t doubt his and Evan’s relationship like that.

Eventually, Evan cleared his throat, quickly gaining his mother’s and Tommy’s attention. With a large, almost blinding smile, he stepped in, grabbing the nearest suitcase and gesturing toward the SUV. “Alright, let’s get everything loaded up before Tommy loses his toes. And we should probably stop at a clothing store when we get to Hershey, you know, for reasons.”

Phillip chuckled, taking the hint and grabbing another bag. “Welcome to Pennsylvania in December, Tommy,” he said, almost cheerfully. “Get in the car before you turn into a smurf. Evan and I got the luggage.”

Tommy didn’t need to be told twice. Without hesitation, he climbed into the SUV, immediately basking in the warmth that enveloped him. It was like stepping into heaven, if heaven smelled faintly of peppermint and pine air fresheners. He let out a small groan of relief, his fingers tingling as they began to thaw. He could already feel life returning to his toes, though they were still mad at him for subjecting them to such a brutal ordeal.

A minute later, Evan climbed into the seat beside him, shaking snowflakes off his jacket as he leaned over to press a quick kiss to Tommy’s temple. “Feeling better already?” he asked, his tone teasing but laced with genuine concern.

“Not quite,” Tommy muttered, sticking his hands in front of the vents to warm them faster. “I think my soul is still somewhere out there, frozen on the curb. But at least the rest of me is starting to defrost.”

Evan laughed, the sound soft and fond, before reaching over to grab Tommy’s hands and rub them between his own. “Well, we’ll get you some gloves and a decent jacket before you have to face the cold again. Or maybe I’ll just have to keep holding your hands like this everywhere we go.”

“Now, that’s a solution I can get behind,” Tommy quipped, leaning into Evan’s touch. “But I’m holding you to that.”

As the car pulled away from the curb, Margaret glanced at them in the rearview mirror. Her expression was unreadable, but she didn’t say anything about the way Evan’s hands lingered on Tommy’s. It made him gulp a little, his earlier fear of her rejecting him coming back. But then Evan pulled his hands up and kissed his knuckles, and he looked at him with such huge amounts of love that Tommy couldn’t help but relax. Evan chose him. Was choosing him. Would always choose him. Margaret and Phillip might not ever be his biggest fans, but Evan’s words echoed in his mind: They’ll be fine. And if they’re not…

Tommy reached up to wrap an arm around Evan’s shoulders, and he melted into the embrace and rested his head on Tommy’s shoulder, his hand moving to rest on Tommy’s knee. With a sigh, Tommy looked out of the window, admiring the Pennsylvania Winter Landscape, the last of his worries giving way to a sense of content. Marge and Phil would be fine. And if they weren’t fine? Well, Evan had already made it clear where his loyalty lay.

And for now, that was enough.

[eddiesguitarskills]

It Can't All Be Bullshit

Read part 2 here

Eddie Munson x fem Reader x Steve Harrington (unfortunately no steddie in this)

Summary: pinning after your best friend can be hard, especially when he doesn’t seem to like you back. You were trying to get over a crush the last thing you needed was another.

AN: this and the next chapter have been in my drafts for far too long so I thought I'd post them (not the best piece of writing but I like the story) I have tried to prove read it but I have dyslexia so sorry for any mistakes

Warnings: Angst, use of Y/n, mention of break ups, miscommunication, drug and alcohol use, swearing

Word count: about 2000 words

Halloween night 1985

Of all the people you had to have a crush on, why did it have to be your annoying, oblivious dork of a best friend? You knew you needed to get over it, and even if there ever was a chance of being with him, you feared you’d lose him. You weren’t what Eddie wanted in a girl, and you knew that. You were surprised he kept you around now with how much you nagged at him. It’s not like it was all the time, but someone had to look out for that boy, especially if he wasn’t going to do it for himself.

Eddie interrupted your plans for a Halloween movie night, which you had planned out for a month, costumes included. If anyone were to look at you together, they would assume you were a couple; most people did. You were dressed as Jack and Wendy Torrance from the shinning. He even let you put makeup on him to give him the frostbite effect. So when he suddenly announced he had to go to Tina’s party to deal, you were annoyed. You tried not to nag, even though you hated the sound of your voice at this point. Plus, he promised it would only be an hour tops, and then you could get takeout with some of his earnings so that you couldn’t complain, especially when he looked at you with those eyes. You could never say no.

You weren’t the biggest fan of drugs or him dealing them; you knew he was better than that life. But you understood how hard things were on him and his uncle, so as long as it wasn’t forever, it wasn’t really bad drugs, you let it be. You never liked to be around when he dealt, though. Something about watching it made you feel weird. You could never explain why. Eddie was kind, though, and he never did anything in front of you. He didn’t even smoke weed, especially after that one time when he got super paranoid and scared you. You weren’t part of that life. You didn’t do drugs, you didn’t drink, and you didn’t party. It’s not that you were boring. It was just never you. Hey, maybe you were boring, but at least you didn't need drugs to enjoy yourself. You liked to be in control.

You are currently leaning against the countertop in the kitchen, sticking out like a sore thumb with a Coke in your hand. You look at the clock, he’s 30 minutes late. You were trying to turn a new leaf, so you were trying to be understanding, even if his time-wasting was cutting into your Halloween plans. You couldn’t take your eyes off the clock, not like there were other things to watch at this party: teenagers making out, getting too drunk or being sick. The clock seemed more appealing. When it hit the 2-hour mark, you started worrying, so you looked for him. What you didn’t expect to find was him in the garden with a blunt in his hand and his other hand on a blonde’s thigh.

The voice in your head telling you not to nag was now becoming quieter with how annoyed you were. He ditched you, and he was smoking, which showed he had no intention of continuing your plans. He just wanted to get high and laid. “Eddie!” you said loud and stern enough for him to hear you, but too high he was in his bubble with his girl for the night. “Edward Munson!” you said louder; he only ever hears that name when in trouble, so subconsciously, he straightened his back and tried to hide the blunt, failing miserably. He turned around to face you, he waved “Hi darling”. You glared at him. “Are you high, darling?” a mocking tone coming from your voice, using his usual pet name for you against him.

He pitched his fingers together “a little”. Eddie always thought you looked cute when you were mad; he usually tried to get you a little angry so he could see that face. Usually, though, he could hide his smile and keep a straight face since he was sober. But now, when he tried to keep a straight face, he couldn’t; even more irritating for you, he couldn't stop giggling, making the girl to his right giggle, too. “If you wanted to go party instead, you should have told me; you didn’t need to lie”. If Eddie were sober, he would see how hurt you were, but in his mind, this was a joke, “you don’t have to stay. You can go home and watch the films. Tell me what happens”. You freeze; this is why you hated High Eddie; he never realised how hurtful he came across. How selfish he became. And when he finally sobers up enough to realise you must forgive him because he ‘wasn’t in his right mind’. It’s a frustrating cycle, which is why he stopped smoking in front of you. Except for now, apparently. That’s probably why he ditched you so that you wouldn’t find out.

Hurtful words were on your tongue, but you were in your right mind, so you could never say them. You knew you wouldn’t mean them. You were just hurt, so you stormed off straight out the front door, but when you made it to the front porch, it was like you were stuck in glue. You couldn’t leave whether he was being a dick or not. He was still your best friend, and you need to ensure he was safe. He shouldn’t drive high, and knowing him, he would try. So you waited. You couldn’t go back into the hell hole that was Tina’s Halloween party, so you waited on a porch swing. The air was bitter tonight, so you were glad your costume provided a jumper, not that it looked like a costume anymore without a partner to go with it.

Your eyes were drifting shut with how tired and bored you were, that was until you heard a huge slam come from beside you, making you flinch. You weren’t the only one having a terrible time at this party; Steve was having an even worse one. “You got cigarettes?”. He didn’t look at you, so you didn’t realise he was talking to you. That was until you felt his glare burning into you. You knew that look wasn’t meant for you, but it still made you feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was due to the shots you could tell he had taken from the blue tint to his lips, or perhaps he had gotten into a fight. But this look wasn’t meant for you, but it didn't make it any less scary when you were in his firing line. “Huh?”. With the way he spoke to you next, you could have sworn you had done something to hurt his feelings. “Are you deaf I said do you have any smokes?” he spoke slowly like you were a dumb child. He tutted at you and turned away from you “bullshit”. He kept repeating like a madman.

Jesus, was he that addicted to nicotine, you thought. Even if he did make you feel a little uncomfortable, especially since you knew he was a jock, and even though they didn’t necessarily pick on you because, in their words, “you were a girl,” they bullied your friends so you knew how bad they could be. But even for a jock, this was dramatic “fucking hell, I’m sorry, I don’t have any” you said a little sarcastically. He stopped his repetition and looked over his shoulder at you. “What?” He said with anger still laced in his voice, like you did anything to deserve his rage. You didn’t know why you were wasting your breath on him, but Eddie had pissed you off, and you needed to get the annoyance out somehow. “Are you deaf? I said I’m sorry, I don’t have any”.

He thought he knew girls well, but after tonight, he wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to figure out what was wrong with you either. He couldn’t be bothered by the grief. “Fuck off”. You couldn’t tell if his words were in reaction to what you said or if he meant it. That was until he repeated it, and you saw the look on his face, and the tears in his eyes that he didn’t realise were there. You didn’t know what was happening with him, but it was not your place to sort it. You were making it worse.

So you went back into the party, to look for two people, firstly Tommy Hagan everyone knew he was Harrington’s best friend, so even if you didn’t like Tommy you couldn’t leave someone when they were like that. It would only make you as bad as them. You found him around the beer pong table. You lightly tapped his shoulder as you couldn’t deal with another boy's wrath tonight. He turned around, looking you up and down, smirking. “What are you supposed to be a virgin?” You rolled your eyes. You knew you could think of a comeback and put him in his place, but now wasn’t the time; you needed to get him outside, and you didn’t want to announce that his friend, the king of Hawkin High, was crying on the lawn in front of everyone. You weren't cruel. “Can you just come outside with me?” The room erupted into “oh”, as if you were suggesting something sexual. “Wait, was I right about the virgin thing? Is the freak not giving you any? Do you want a real man instead?” He said, getting closer to you. He smelt of beer and body odour, but you let him closer so you could whisper in his ear. “Your boy is outside, and something’s happened. I’d go and sort it if I was you”. He looked at you confused and nodded. He walked out, but not before smacking you on the ass. “I’ll see you later, darling?”. God, he was the most enormous prick. You couldn’t hold your tongue anymore. “Is that with your girlfriend or alone?”.

Eddie came sauntering alone into the room after hearing your voice, “I hope you’re not starting fights”, he said, putting his arm around your shoulder out of comfort. You ignored his question, not wanting to get into it now. “You ready to go?” You looked at him and weakly smiled. Eddie couldn’t tell, though he was still high as a kite, just in the mellow stage, so all he could see was you smiling. You took the keys out of his pocket and led him to the van. On your way out, you walked past Tommy and Steve on the porch swing. Steve’s leg bounced. “She said we were bullshit”, he kept repeating; you were glad Eddie wasn’t sober enough to hear it. Otherwise, he would definitely use it against him. Everything about his mood towards you started to make sense. He and Nancy had clearly broken up. So you gave him a smile and a nod of acknowledgement as you left, which he only glared at. You didn't mind, though you were just glad he wasn’t alone, even if that meant being with Tommy.

You drove Eddie home, struggling to get his dead weight onto the bed and to get his shoes off. You were about to leave for your car outside when Eddie's hand grabbed for yours. “Stay”. This used to be one of the only things you liked about him being high, the cuddles and needing attention. However, right now, this was probably the worst thing for your heart when you were trying to get over him, but when you looked at his face, how could you say no if that made him happy, even if it would end up hurting you.

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[dreamsinarcadia]

Mistletoe (Part 2)

In which Heung-min and his best friend find themselves under the mistletoe over the years (and he’s pretty much to blame for it)

Pairing: Sonny x bestfriend!reader

Warning: flufffffff

Note: The photo above is how I picture Sonny’s mother looking at her child towards the end of this chapter

⬅️ Part 1

13 years old

Enduring a shiver so strong that it rattled her bones, she had to physically stop herself from launching a frying pan at Heung-min’s head. “Never, in my thirteen years of existence on this planet, have I been this cold before,” she mumbled under breath, teeth still chattering furiously from the unforgiving frost she had been forced to endure just an hour earlier.

Was football practice even worth it? Especially when she wasn’t even a football player to begin with? No. Absolutely not. She liked books and eating biscuits in the warm comfort of her bed, for crying out loud!

But then again, she would rather dig her own grave with a soup spoon than admit that seeing the smile on Heung-min’s face today made the possibility of losing her toes to frostbite worth it. Almost worth it… almost.

He was busy flying around his kitchen, trying his best to balance the massive basin (usually reserved for his mother’s kimchi stock), the kettle and a dish towel. Ambling towards his frozen friend, he bent forward to allow her to carefully collect the kettle and dish towel from his arms.

“I told you to wear extra layers,” he chided gently and sniffed. The tip of his nose could honestly have given Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer a run for his money.

She made a show of sniffing back just as obnoxiously as possible. “Did you? Did you really? Or did you break into my room at the crack of dawn and yell at me to get my ass out of bed?”

“Um, yes. I said ‘layers’ four times, and I know this because I counted.” He pulled out a chair to sit down in front of her, bending over to set the basin down with enough force to have the water slosh around and speckle the floorboards. “But when have you ever in your life listened to a single word of wisdom from me?”

“Start saying wise things and I just might listen.”

"Well, I was nice and warm until someone stole my scarf and gloves," he teased, ignoring her little remark to glance over at her bundled up nice and warm in his woollen scarf - a gift that had been hand knitted by her mother three Christmases ago.

The gloves and scarf gloves thief in question merely grinned as she carefully poured the hot water into the basin. As soon as it was warm enough, Heung-min gestured for her to put her feet in. Soon, the sounds of giggles filled the small kitchen as they knocked ankles and toes to try and find a comfortable spot in the warmth of the basin. She remained silent for a moment, letting her gaze map the features of his face. He was awfully close. “Count yourself lucky that I didn’t take your hat,” she mumbled under her breath.

“I’ll be sure to thank my ancestors.”

It was blissfully warm again. Soon enough, her teeth stopped chattering and the shivers stopped wracking her frame. She closed her eyes to revel in the moment and decided to ignore the sudden slosh of water as Heung-min removed his feet from the basin. Suddenly, it felt a little colder.

Wordlessly, Heung-min began working himself around the kitchen to pour some hot tea from the flask his mother always kept on hand at the dining table. With a quick glance back at his friend (who was either dead or snoozing), he rushed upstairs to his room to grab something.

By the time he arrived back in the kitchen to grab the mugs from the table, she had already opened her eyes to glare balefully at him. “Get your toes in here, the water’s getting cold.”

A smile erupted on his face. She was just so darn cute when pretended to be angry at him.

“Yes boss.” He carried the mugs of tea forward and sat back down, only to hold them well away from her grabby little hands when she attempted to reach for one.

“What—“

“The tea is yours for the low price of one kiss.”

Oh for…

She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes when he set his mug aside to pull out a familiar sprig of basil leaves from his pocket. He wiggled it enticingly between their heads. She really had to start hiding her mother’s pot of beloved plants from this boy.

She weighed her option. Was she still cold? Sort of. Did she like tea? Yes. Did she like Heung-min? That was an answer to debated over another day. Honestly speaking, it really was a small price to pay for the tea. It smelled positively heavenly.

And so, with little consideration for Heung-min’s blood pressure, she clamped her hands on his shoulders to yank him forward and place a quick kiss, that lasted no longer than a second, right on the corner of his lips.

It was only a little while later that his mother discovered his son sitting alone in the kitchen with his feet in her precious kimchi basin and a mug of cold tea on the floor. She merely shook her head at the way he was smiling dopily down at a bunch of leaves in his hands, a dreamy expression on his face and quite possibly the reddest nose and ears she’d seen on a child.

“Heung-min?”

“Yes?”

“Are those Mrs. Jeon’s basil leaves?”

“… please don’t tell her.”

Part 3 ➡️

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Author’s Note: I started a Christmas fic in December and we are well into July 🥲

[intoanotherworld23]

Pick Your Battles V

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: Some swear words

Summary: Bradley broke your heart when he accused you of betraying him, and you haven’t seen or spoken to him since. Until you are both called back to Top Gun to help with a dangerous mission that nobody’s ever attempted before

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Part 4 Part 6

Walking into the base this morning you found yourself feeling all giddy and joyful. Smiling the entire morning without even realizing it. Making admiral Simpson look at you with an extremely confused look, and you just simply ignored him.

You hadn't felt like this in such a long time and you knew exactly who was making you feel this way. A certain browned eyed mustache hunk of a man named Bradley Bradshaw that's who.

Ever since last night he was all you could think about up until the morning. You were probably just going to get your heart broken all over again, but right now you didn't care. Bradley had kissed you and you felt your cheeks heating up every time you thought about it.

You had always imagined what it would be like to kiss him, and you never thought in your wildest dreams that you would ever get that chance. You were starting to feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world.

As you made your way into the training room everyone was already seated. Stopping at the doorway everyone turned around to look at you. Bradley smiled at you to which you returned but it faded when you made direct eye contact with Hangman who had a toothpick in his mouth twirling it around with his tongue.

Hangman had a pretty good idea that there was something going on with you and Bradley or that something already happened. He was determined to find out and was going to use it to his advantage in any way it took.

He was the type of guy that would use people to get what he wanted. Walk all over them and stomp them into the ground if he had to. There wasn't any way he was going to let anyone get in the way of him being the pilot to lead this mission.

Walking down the aisle you could feel eyes on your backside. Placing your things on the desk as you gathered your things to prepare for what Maverick was wanting to teach today. There was small chatter amongst the other pilots, but there was two pilots who were staring at you.

"Good morning Frostbite." Hangman greeted giving you a wink and out of the corner of your eye you saw Bradley glare at him.

"Lieutenant Seresin." You responded back not even bothering to call him by his call sign.

"How are you darling?" He asked you the pet name irritated you unlike whenever Bradley would call you that.

He knew exactly what he was doing when he was talking to you. Simply trying to get a rise out of Bradley hoping he would show his anger so he could use it as ammunition. He had an agenda right now and you didn't like it.

"I was doing just fine until you started talking." You shot back at him making him and others laugh that you didn't put up with his crap.

"Let me take you on a date." His words almost had you choking on your spit and it came out more of as a demand rather than a question.

"No." Immediately answering while Bradley was smiling at you for being able to stand up for yourself like that, but hangman wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Oh come on darling." He pushed knowing exactly who he was trying to piss off. "I know you have a thing for pilots."

This caught everyone's attention even more hearing him say that. Bradley looked nervous thinking Hangman was about to uncover this secret you didn't want anyone to know about. Both of you waiting until the moment he revealed what he had suspicions about.

You weren't going to let Hangman talk to you like that. He was trying to act like he had this power over you, and you would be quick to remind him you were in charge on whether he could fly this mission or not.

"Good pilots." Now you were becoming a little defensive but you had to be careful since Hangman was already suspicious. "Not asshole pilots who think they're better then everybody else."

Grinning so widely he showed off his pearly white teeth. He was about to say something else when Maverick and some of the other admirals walked in. Turning your attention back to the older men who were now standing by you.

"Good morning aviators." Maverick greeted everyone his eyes focusing on Bradley giving him a small smile to which he surprisingly returned.

Now that Bradley and you were starting to make emends and becoming friends again it was time for him and Maverick to do the same. It probably wouldn't be as simple since both of them were stubborn as all get out.

"Today we're going to show you what this missions all about." Pointing to the large computers screens behind him that turned on. "We'll be reviewing the path you'll have to fly and we've created the same path here that we'll have you practice on."

Watching as the screen changed showing a small jet flying the course they would have to fly. It seemed a little more intense than what you were prepared for. Quickly looking over to Bradley who caught your eye giving you a small smile letting you know it was going to be okay.

"What we expect you to do may seem damn near impossible." Maverick continued to speak everyone focusing their attention back on him. "Phase one of this mission will be a low level ingress attacking in two plane teams.

"You'll be flying along this narrow canyon to your target where radar guided surface to air missiles will be defending the area."

"Which is why they were designed to protect the sky and not the area below." He informed everyone keeping his back towards the pilots.

"That's because the enemy knows nobody is crazy enough to try and fly that low." Bradley spoke up your eyes focusing on him as Maverick turned to look at him also.

"Which is exactly what we're going to train you to do." Bradley looked away as Maverick maintained eye contact and Hangman watched the whole thing with a sly smile.

"Your altitude will be 100 feet maximum." That had some pilots looking at each other like that was impossible. "If you exceed this altitude radar will spot you and you're dead."

Watching as the jet on the screen get shot down and you found yourself wincing at the image. All you could picture was yourself and Bradley being the one shot down. Bradley briefly looked over at you to make sure you were okay. Straightening yourself up you gave him a slight nod.

"Your airspeed will be 660 knots minimum and your time to target will be two and a half minutes."

"That's because fifth generation fighters wait at an air base nearby."Pointing towards the screen again to show off their jets and they looked intimidating and deadly.

"In a head to head with these planes in your F-18s and you're dead." Unaware that Maverick glanced at you when he turned around to face the looks of frightened pilots.

"Which is why you need to get in there hit your target and get out." Watching as Bradley looked over at Hangman who was just smirking. "Before these planes even have a chance of catching you."

It worried you that Bradley would even be attempting this kind of mission in the first place. To hear it spoken out loud raised your greatest fears. Before your failed mission you would have scoffed and joked how easy all this sounded, but now it absolutely petrified you.

"So for todays lesson we're gonna be taking it easy on you." He had this look on his face like he knew this was already going to be a challenge. "Maximum altitude will be 300 feet and time to target 3 minutes."

You could have almost laughed at some of their reactions like how in the hell is that going easier. He knew he had to get them to face reality that their lives were on the line, and this wasn't going to be easy. Someone may not come back from this mission, and that somebody may be Bradley.

"Lieutenant Kazansky will be keeping notes of who has the best time and can achieve these goals." Everyone looked to you as you stood there with a stoic look. "She'll report back to me with your scores."

"She'll also be giving you tips and telling you what exactly it is that you're doing wrong." Hearing that kind of felt like a pat on the shoulder, and you're not gonna lie it made your head a little bigger.

Maverick gave you a confident nod to not be worried of freaked out. Nobody could tell what your mind and body were thinking on the outside, but on the inside you were the complete opposite of calm and collected.

Telling yourself to remain strong not wanting to scare the other pilots away. Since part of you wondered if this was something they could even achieve. Doubting for just a small tiny bit that they wouldn't be able to pull this off.

"Good luck." He looked at everyone with a hopeful reassuring smile.

"I want Phoenix, Bob and Coyote up first." He instructed and they stood up putting on brave faces.

Watching as they walked out and the other pilots stood awaiting to be called next. Gravitating towards Bradley as you stood closer to him just wanting to run up to him, but the look on Hangman's face prevented you from doing so.

Lingering around the desk and acting like you were doing something waiting for everyone to leave while Bradley acted like he was slowly walking out of the room. Of course as soon as the last person was out which was Hangman Bradley turned to face you with a dopey smile.

"Are you okay?" He asked once he stood in front of you pointing towards the screen. "I mean like with what's going on."

"Yeah no I'm fine." Shrugging your shoulders trying to act nonchalant. "It was just a little intense to hear out loud ya know?"

"Is that why you didn't want to lead this mission?" He couldn't help but ask and honestly you weren't mad he even asked.

"There's a couple reasons I didn't want to lead." Your voice softer than you expected and he knew exactly what you meant.

"You knew it was going to be tough." It wasn't a question and he knew just what you were thinking and telling yourself.

"I just can't lead another failed mission." Shaking your head as you looked away from him.

"Are you ever going to tell me what happened?" He genuinely wanted to know and hear about what you had faced although the thought of hearing what happened to you broke his heart.

"Soon." Was all you said as you gave him a pathetic attempt of a smile and he knew it was hard for you. "Are you worried about this mission?"

"Nah I'm not too worried about it." Looking over at him with an are you serious look which made him laugh. "I'm not besides I doubt he'll even pick me."

"Why he wouldn't he pick you?"

"A man who pulls my papers for whatever reason is most likely to not pick that said person to fly a dangerous mission." His tone was condescending and matter of factly.

"You're an amazing pilot Bradley of course he'll pick you." As much as you hated saying that out loud it was true he was a good pilot and cared about his fellow pilots. "Especially since I'm the note keeper."

"Are you now?" Quirking an eyebrow at you as he stood directly in front of you crossing your arms over your chest.

"Yeah so watch how you talk to me." Pointing a finger at his chest as you tried to act tough.

"I'll be on my best behavior I promise." Putting his hands up in mock surrender making you giggle at his silly side that you loved.

"I'd hate to kick your ass in the sky again." You joked making his mouth open and eyes go wide trying to hide his smile.

"Wow you gotta do me like that sweetheart." He acted like he was hurt but his hands grabbed your sides and pulled your body closer to his making you gasp. "That wasn't very nice of you."

His voice lowered as you placed your hands on his chest when you saw he was leaning forward. Just when you thought you two were going to kiss what sounded like boots echoed down the hall to the room you two were at.

Pulling apart from each other so fast to see Hangman's cocky grin enter in the room. Standing there looking at the two of you like he just interrupted something personal and intimate. Waiting for him to say something smart or annoying or ask a stupid question.

"You're up next Rooster." He nudged his head to the side as he kept his focus solely on him and not you. "With Fanboy and Payback."

"Phoenix, Bob and Coyote just got in the air they want to get you geared up and go over some things" Thanking your lucky stars they didn't start yet so you could observe them and have notes for everybody.

The last thing you wanted was to get so distracted you mess something up, and they dismiss you from this mission. That would be embarrassing and an absolute shame to your family name. Not wanting to disappoint your father, Maverick or Bradley.

Sighing with relief that at least he wasn't going to be doing the first course with Hangman. Bradley nodded as he left your side giving you a reassuring smile, and slowed his steps as him and Hangman came face to face before both of them took off down the hall.

Letting out a loud exhale as you gathered your things to watch the other pilots and take your notes of everything. This was the part you really didn't want to do since you hated judging someone else on their flying capabilities.

While you were taking notes of everybody and marking down what they did wrong or things they need to work on you were oblivious to a certain someone in the back watching you. His eyes kept glancing over at you especially when Bradley got in the air.

Once everyone was done Maverick looked over your notes, and called all the pilots back to the training room. He looked disappointed and frustrated, and everyone had their heads bowed in shame of course except Hangman.

Bradley was the only one to get his target and get out of there, but he was about a minute late. You knew Maverick would be watching as well so you couldn't lie. You knew he was going to lecture every single person in that room even Bradley.

Asking everyone why they were dead and looking at your notes to see what they were doing wrong. All of them beating themselves up about it for failing even when it was just the first attempt. They all hated failing even if it was just practice that's what any pilots feels when flying.

"Why are you dead?" He asked Bradley who just stared at him. "You're team leader up there so why are you and your team dead?"

"Sir he's the only one who made it to the target." Phoenix jumped in to defend him which you were kind of thankful for.

"Yeah a minute late." Maverick fired back not taking any excuses. "He gave the enemy time to shoot him down and he is dead."

"You don't know that." Bradley fought back not putting up with the lecture. "You can't know that."

Hearing Maverick say out loud that Bradley was dead had your insides churning. It was this horrible feeling that took over your whole body and this thick blanket of darkness consumed your body. Hopefully nobody was paying attention to you and couldn't see it on your face.

"Jesus you're not flying fast enough." Hangman piped up from his seat leaning his hand back as he groaned. "You don't have a second to waste up there."

"We made it to the target." Bradley chose to ignore Hangman as he continued to stare down Maverick.

"And enemy aircraft had time to intercept you on your way out." Maverick was beginning to get angry at Bradley now thinking he wasn't taking this seriously.

"Then it's a dog fight." Maybe Bradley wasn't taking any of this seriously or how dangerous this mission was.

"Not against fifth generation fighters." He scoffed at him in disbelief.

"We would still have a chance." Bradley just couldn't seem to be wrong and had to be right.

"In an F-18." Maverick started to argue Hangman looking between both men amused.

"It's not the plane sir." Bradley cut him off and you knew exactly where he was going with this and you hated hearing them talking like this to each other. "It's the pilot."

"Exactly."

Maverick realized as soon as those words left his mouth what Bradley was really trying to say. Both of them staring at each other silently exchanging words nobody else could hear. The room was so quiet you could drop a feather and hear it.

You couldn't help but wonder if that's how Bradley felt with your failed mission and losing your wingman. If that was somehow your fault not being there for him to get him out of their alive. You were the team leader up there and you are responsible for every life up there.

It felt like a slap to your face to hear that coming from his mouth. Your bottom lip trembling as you fought hard to not cry in front of everyone. Bradley looked at your reaction and he knew exactly what he just said also said to you.

His face softened wishing he could take it back but it was too late, and it was raise too many eyebrows. Watching as his Adam's apple bobbed when he gulped turning his gaze away from you back to Maverick.

"There's more than one way to fly this mission." He kept arguing wanting to prove to Maverick he could do this.

"You really don't get it do you." Hangman spoke up again making you shut your eyes wanting this to all be over. "A pilot who flies like Maverick or Frostbite here, or they don't come back."

Glancing towards Phoenix and Bob silently telling them they were the latter. They both scoffed and shook their heads not wanting to see into his web.

"Now look I don't mean to criticize your just conservative that's all." Hangman was setting the trap and you just hoped Bradley didn't fall for it.

"Lieutenant." Maverick started to interrupt but neither of them were having it.

"We're going into a combat mission nobody has ever seen." He looked back to Bradley who refused to make eye contact with him. "Not even Maverick or Frostbite here."

"There's no time to be thinking about the past." Glancing at Maverick and then back at Bradley who was now glaring over at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He knew exactly what he meant but he just dared him to say something so he could find any excuse to hit him.

"Rooster." Maverick warned him knowing exactly what he was thinking cause he thought it too.

"I can't be the only one who knows that Maverick here flew with his old man." Soon as those words left his mouth you don't know who was more angry Bradley or Maverick.

The tension in the room was so thick you could literally cut it with a knife. This wasn't looking good and you could see it ending with Bradley punching Hangman or attempting to. He was holding himself back as you watched him squeeze the life out of his arm rests.

"Lieutenant that's enough."Maverick tried controlling the situation when he knew where this was headed.

"Or that Maverick was flying when his old man-" Next thing you know Bradley went flying out of his seat directly towards Hangman.

"Hey hey that's enough." Maverick shouted as he stood between the two men.

"You son of a bitch." Bradley screamed throwing his hand towards him.

His face was red and the veins in his neck were now protruding out. Phoenix and Bob held him back as much as they could. Hangman stood there with a smirk on his face knowing what he did.

The men standing in front of Hangman looked for nervous about Bradley possibly hitting them. Standing by the desk just wanting to comfort Bradley and tell him it'll be okay, but you knew that wouldn't be a good idea.

It hurt you to see him like this and that he let Hangman unwind him like that. If there wasn't anybody else in this room Bradley probably would have kicked his ass, and Hangman would have put up a fight.

"I'm cool I'm cool." Putting his hands up as he chuckled was stepping up to Bradley who was still being held back.

You figured the two of them would dish it out on their own time, but you never expected Hangman to pull something like this. This was not at all how you expected this day to go, and quite frankly it was tiring. You've always hated listening especially watching people fighting.

The two of them staring each other down Bradley eyes wide like a vicious animal who was caged and ready to be let out. Looking the man up and down before he turned his head in your direction Bradley following his line of sight.

"Oh I haven't forgotten about you." Everyone's eyes on you now as you stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. "How can we listen to someone like you?"

"Jake leave her out of this." Both Maverick and Bradley warned him although you didn't know exactly what he was going to say. "Leave her alone."

Surely he didn't know about your failed mission since only a couple knew about it. Maybe he was going to bring up something else, surely he wouldn't do that to you.

Everyone was looking from him to you with confused looks on their faces. All of them wondering what he could possibly have to say right now. It was something you really wanted to forget about, and it didn't look like that was the case.

"How can we trust someone who let her wingman die." An audible gasp left your lips as you felt a tear run down your cheek. "And two of her fellow pilots severely injured."

"Jake that's enough." Hearing Bradley's distinct voice bellowing to Hangman as a warning watching as he struggled against arms that were gripping him.

"Lieutenant Seresin leave now." Maverick commanded him as he looked to you and then the blonde. "That's an order."

"You know he's not cut out for this mission." Turning his attention back to Bradley who finally left your trembling figure standing alone. "You and her know I'm right."

Looking at you briefly as you scrunched your face up watching as he walked away but not before getting right in Bradley's face tempting him one more time. Thankfully he resisted and you could see he was calming down.

"You're all dismissed." Maverick said and everyone scurried out of there glancing at both you and Bradley.

Once everyone was out of the room you let out a loud exhale that you didn't even know you were holding. A rack of sobs took over you as you clutched your chest in pain and Bradley wasted no time in running over to you holding you in his arms brushing your hand with his hand.

"Shh I got you Y/N." He whispered in your ear as you kissed your head while you cried into his chest. "I've got you darling it's okay."

[channoticedmeuwu]

IMAGINE . . . SPENDING CHRISTMAS WITH BEOMGYU !!

p — CHOI BEOMGYU × FEM!READER | g — fluff, crack, boyfie!gyu, tom&jerry dynamics ++ texts | w — food, dick jokes, fart jokes, cringe but in a cute way?

a/n — kind of loving anything boyfriend!gyu these days, expect more. yippee.

💽 ( SONG_REC. ) “LAST TRAIN AT 25 O'CLOCK” — LAMP

beomgyu, who loves to cuddle up to you on a particularly cold night, burying his face in your chest as he begs asks you to play with his hair. beomgyu, who watches the expression on your face as you watch your fav show on your laptop, often forgetting about him (absolutely freezing to death) as you reach over towards the bag of snacks towards your side. and he mumbles all grumpy, complaining he's “this close to frostbite,” pausing the show by himself so he could earn a reaction, already glaring at you when you look down to reason with him.

and beomgyu, who trots over to you in the kitchen with a mischievous smile as the snowy rain pitter patters against the windowpane, watching attentively while he laces his fingers around your tummy, allowing you to pull him around the kitchen as you cook. and sometimes, he'd sneak a handful of flour while you're too busy paying attention to the stove— blowing a cloud onto your face and clutching his stomach as he falls to the ground, laughing as a pair of unimpressed eyes on a white, blank face stare back. and he returns with a wet towel, wiping your face and cooing at how cute you look, always so easy to annoy.

and snowy nights where he refuses to leave the house, cuddling up into a human burrito in one of those blankets that look like flatbread— grounded on his spot on the couch as you pull and tug his legs, fully clothed in warm clothes. and sometimes, he sends a kick to your grip around his ankles, making you fall flat on your behind with the weight of your layers. and he giggles at you and your lost face, before realizing he's supposedly giving you the silent treatment, and goes back to focusing on the television. and you stand to your feet, unzipping your jacket(s) and lean over from behind the couch, wrapping your arms around him. and you start peppering him with kisses, mumbling in between how you wish you could spend chrismas eve with him outside, running your fingers through his hair and letting your nose brush against his as you lean in for another kiss. and you'd get the boy dizzy— lips curling into a hazy smile as he nods, standing to his feet to get a jacket and a beanie, hearts circling around his head like a birds do around a cartoon character.

and you'd wake up a snowy morning to beomgyu lazily pressing a peck to your forehead, eyebrows furrowed as he whispered something about running an errand. and you just shrugged, glancing over to the clock blinking 4AM as you turned over and fell back asleep. and then waking up hours later to texts from beomgyu — a picture of an obnoxious penis drawn on the neighbors car in the snow, and a grumpy text that ended with a period, stating breakfast would be late because of the traffic he's stuck in.

and beomgyu's loud voice echoing in the house as he played games on his computer, the fresh scent of cookie dough wafting around his room as he stuffed his face with the gingerbread cookies you were baking. and him wearing a small christmas hat, the white pom-pom drooping over the side of his head as he screamed “VICTORY!!!!!” and standing to his feet to wiggle a small dance— stopping mid dance to see you, standing by the doorframe with a camera and a cookie in your hand.

and you tricking beomgyu— knowing a game he wanted for the longest time and purposely packing socks into a box the perfect size of his gift, so it appeared as if you got him what he wanted. and you pulled out a video camera as he tore open the wrapping paper, the expression on his face dropping as he pulled out a pair of socks with ramen designs on them, asking him eagerly, “WHAT DO YOU THINK?” and you'd stifle your giggles as you'd record him trying to give you a happy face, masking his disappointment with fake enthusiasm, “its— it's the perfect size.....” and you'd tell him to look behind the couch, following him as he'd glance behind and see a console he was trying to save for months, holding his gift while his jaw went slack, “WHERE DID YOU GET THIS!?”

and beomgyu squeezing you through a huge crowd so you'd be able to see the countdown to new years— his hands gripping yours tightly as he shot you back smiles and whispered jokes only you could hear, his warm breath and stupid humor making you crack up and receive looks from people around, but it's not like the both of you cared about that besides each other.

and watching the fireworks with beomgyu— him whispering that's, “exactly what my farts look like,” and watching you with heart shaped pupils, laughing at his childish jokes, slapping his arm in attempts to shut him up and clutching your stomach. and maybe grabbing ice cream afterwards, him wiping his ice cream off his nose after every lick and offering you one— and pushing it to your face as you came closer for a taste, making your entire mouth wet from the ice cream. and he'd laugh and click photos of you while you stood with a poker face, glancing to the cashier pressing their lips together as they stifled a chuckle.

and beomgyu, who'd take pictures of the two of you in matching hello kitty pajamas and making you his profile picture on every platform. just beomgyu, who secretly loves to watch your features relax as you drift off to sleep while you hide your face in his neck. the snow was drizzling and blurry blobs of fairy lights blinked outside the window, as his fingers rubbed the skin on your hips— tuning out the boring christmas specials to focus on you, falling asleep in his arms.

☆ BONUS !

INCOMING TEXTS FROM BEOMGYU

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[mokulule]

Hi there! Regarding the tag game; I'd like to hear about the 'Danny is Jason's Parole Officer' WIP, please!

Ah yeah that is a silly one it starts like this:

Walker looked down at the disgusting pink skinned felon. Glistening red flowed down from the split eyebrow and over the swollen shut right eye, down the cheek to drip onto the ground; blood, corrosive life liquid. Like every time since he first laid eyes on the law breaker he was repulsed by this one’s stubborn choice to wear a meat suit. Every moment he refused to show his true form was another year laid on his sentence.

The unhurt left eye glared at him and his teeth were bared in a snarl like an animal. Walker did not doubt that if his officers didn’t keep a firm grip on him that he would attack Walker himself. It wouldn’t be the first time. He doubted anyone on staff could claim to not have felt this particular felon’s punches and kicks. Walker could still feel a soreness in his jaw from this latest escape, but unlike the felon he wasn’t wearing a disgusting meat suit so his damage didn’t show.

“Take him to his cell.” Walker waved them away. It had taken much too long to recapture the abomination this time. He’d managed to free Vortex during the latest riot and the chaos that had wrought had made them lose the immediate trail.

Both Vortex and Walker’s newest core-ache had escaped much further than was good.

The accursed half-breed had of course been delighted when he brought Vortex back, full of digs about Walker’s ability to do his job. Walker’s threats to put him in a cell where he belonged was just met with a laugh and challenge. One he hadn’t been able to take up since he needed the special cell for the escaped convict who started this mess.

But now he was recaptured and Walker could finally go to the council meeting.

Oo o oO

Walker finished delivering his report, it was most dissatisfying to look at the numbers. While they had managed to recapture all but a few spirits, some they had lost track of - Walker might have to petition Skulker to bring them back, he did not look forward to that. Break outs had risen exponentially since he first arrested the abomination. The situation was untenable, but it was not in his nature to give up.

The esteemed council members Frostbite of the Far Frozen and Pandora of the Acropolis looked at him in concern. It was Frostbite who ended up speaking.

“Perhaps, if this inmate troubles you so, it is a matter for the Great One.”

“That delinquent should be imprisoned right alongside him. I do not need his help,” Walker snarled

Both Frostbite and Pandora sent him displeased disappointed looks at that and Walker had to look away.

“What I meant, was that you could put this prisoner in the Great One’s custody and it would be his responsibility to make sure he doesn’t cause trouble.”

Walker huffed and stood up. “I will consider it.”

A few hours later Walker was frozen at the edge of his haunt to see his prison, his lair, once more in chaos.

Something cracked inside him.

Fine.

The abomination would be the half-breed’s problem.

So this is the beginning of the fic, what follows is Danny helping Jason home to the living realm and then as a joke claiming he's Jason's parole officer - a joke that might be taken a bit too far for the paranoid batfamily...

WIP game post

[fandom-reblog-central]

Fandom (dpxdc) Thought 2.5:

Context: Halfa!Jason Todd, ghosts communicate through emotions, liminals can do it to a lesser extent

Jason unknowingly keeps trying to push emotions to his family, not realizing he’s trying to communicate. With his family’s awkward outward reactions combined with the lack of response to his core, he feels isolated. Even thought it’s an accident on both ends, it has an effect on him.

To make it a bit worse, the batfam is liminal with all the death in the family and Lazarus exposure. They accidentally reject the emotional conversation from Jason’s core, so neither party knows why Jason is so on edge, but they don’t push for answers.

Danny (bad reveal, good reveal, literally Just Vibing in Gotham—whatever works) hears Damian’s core humming or trying to trill/chirp, and of course he has to help the sick liminal/baby-halfa core. With a LOT of bonding, Danny gets Damian to drink some healthy ectoplasm, and he feels a lot better. He even brings Jason over, knowing the connection to the Pit was stronger in his older brother and wanting to extend an olive branch after the… everything.

Once Jason starts feeling better and Frostbite is brought into the conversation, Damian realizes he can’t hide this from Bruce forever. And, with how many people in his family—hell, his contact list—had been exposed to the Lazarus pit, or gotten caught up in time shenanigans, or had been killed, it was best everyone knew. With Danny’s only request being “say I’m a meta instead of a ghost,” Damian goes to his father’s study.

(Forgive the ooc/awkwardness I don’t normally write fanfic lmao)

Damian entered Bruce’s study. “Father. I have something to inform you of. We have made a terrible mistake with Jason.”

Bruce’s train of thought pauses at hearing his youngest call Jason “Jason” instead of “Todd.” He looks up from his WE paperwork. “What is it, chum? Is he okay? Are you okay?”

“We are both well, Father. It is…” He grimaced and visibly tensed. “You have to promise to not be angry with me.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow at hearing his youngest say such a “childish” phrase. “I will do my best. I’ll at least let you finish talking first.”

He knew this was the right thing to say when Damian relaxed slightly. Therapy was a wonder.

“Um…”

Oh. Oh no. Damian Al-Ghul-Wayne was not one for uncertainty—especially not in a conversation he started.

“Go on, lad, I’m listening,” Bruce said in as gentle a tone as he could (without getting too patronizing for his proud little Robin).

“I met a meta of a ghostly nature. He assessed that there was Lazarus Water in my body, and when he replaced it—“

“He what.”

“You said you’d let me finish.”

Bruce pulled out a notepad, jotting down bullet points to return to.

[Pit in Damian?? REPLACED?? Unknown ghost meta]

“Once he replaced it with the healthy alternative, I found…” He swallowed. “I found that I could more easily accept and show love. My time in the League played a part, of course. However, the Lazarus Pit had an effect on me as well, latching onto my desire to be worthy of a place here. I essentially have a rudimentary organ that runs on and communicates via emotion. Jason does as well, and his is stronger than mine. We have unknowingly been rejecting this more emotional form of communication, making him feel unaccepted and misunderstood.”

[emotional organ??? Accidental rejection? Possible to learn emotion communication?]

Damian shifted his weight under his father’s intense and worried Interrogation Glare™️. “Now that we know the problem, and are attempting to rectify it, we feel much better. Due to everyone around us being exposed to death, the Pit, or time travel, Jason, the meta, and myself thought it best if everyone was made aware. Our meta friend has a doctor who has specialized in this organ and the culture surrounding it for decades. He can apparently better help us manage our health alongside a regular physician.”

[meta doctor. Contact… everyone]

Bruce set his pen down and didn’t move for a few moments. “Are you finished?”

Damian nodded. “Are you angry?”

Bruce let out a long breath, closing his eyes. “I can never tell. Fear and rage feel a lot alike when it comes to protecting my family and my city. You’ve gone against a lot of my training, which displeases me, but I still love you, and I always will. We’ll see what your punishment is when I get more details. I don’t want to punish you for good outcomes, but the methods are important, especially in our work and at your age—“

“You can stop now, Father. I understand now what Drake means when he says he doesn’t know how to respond to the sincerity therapy has given you. I’ll gather the family for a debrief.”

Bruce opened his eyes to see his youngest wincing a little at the emotional vulnerability, but something else caught his attention.

His son’s green eyes faded to blue.

[countrymusiclover]

3 - The Feast pt 1

Part 4

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons

Chezney and I followed Robb's heel's quickly through the winter castle. All our belongings were being brought in by some of their guards and the rooms being prepared by the maids. But none of that matters to me. The ends of my dress had begun being covered in thick mud. "So where are we going now, Robb?"

He glanced over his shoulder causing his curls to bounce as he walked ahead of us. "It's just a little further, my ladies. Don't you worry I won't keep you out long to catch frostbite."

"It's colder than I anticipated it to be, Haelesa." Chezney shivered under her one layer winter fur causing me to pause in my step and drape mine over her shoulders to which she protested. "You'll catch a cold for sure."

Shaking my head I kept walking forward. For most of the remaining trip I didn't notice the cold too bad until we stopped moving and ended up underneath a large red tree in the middle of a winter garden area. "She's right, Lady Haelesa. I would never hear the end of it if you froze to death on my watch." Robb came over sliding his light colored fur cloak off his shoulders.

"Robb, that's not necessary. You'll surely freeze too." I attempted to turn down his offer.

But the Stark boy was raised to be honorable and kind by his parents. He placed the cloak over my shoulders and it almost fell off since it was bigger on me than him. He moved his hands down, tying the laces so it stayed on. "I was born in the North, remember. I'll last longer without a cloak than you and your friend would have."

"Well thank you. So what is this place?" I lifted my head up slightly eyeing the tall red tree in front of the three of us.

He lifted his blue eyes upwards the tree. "This is the Godswoods of Winterfell. My parents were married underneath this tree and someday I shall be too. I thought I should show you since they probably don't have one like it in the south."

"I must say I've seen more of the North than the place I shall call home for the rest of my life." I sadly admit to him.

He apologized. "I'm sorry."

"Not you're doing. It is the fault of my new golden husband." Shrugging my shoulders.

He made a face at me. "You're the girl from the foreign fish house by Dragonstone. My father mentioned it once but I didn't think I would be meeting you during the king's ride here."

"Yes well, my father had legitimate son's. The one he has is only concerned with bedding girls instead of helping the family name. So it all hangs on my head." I explained to him.

Robb eyed me silently for a moment. He wasn't sure what had come over him but he knew he couldn't keep it to himself. "You don't want the marriage to the Kingslayer do you?"

"I told her he might be nice once she gets to know him." Chezney remains the hopeful one.

Turning my head slightly back and forth the wind managed to catch some of the baby hairs that couldn't fit into my braid. "I've heard some good and some bad. Rarely any good ones come from an arranged marriage in this life."

"My mother claims that hers ended well. Five Stark children and an honorable husband." He pointed it out to me.

Nodding my head I kept on. "Indeed it appears so. I dream of the day but it is not my only dream in life."

"An arranged marriage is not my dream either.  But I was raised to be lord of Winterfell. I must do the duty of my house." He declared dropping his brown gaze onto me. "What is your dream, Haelesa?"

Throwing my arms away from my sides I raised them in the air feeling a rush of excitement at somebody finally asking me after all these years. "What I want is to see the world. I've lived my whole life in a castle surrounded by water. After the Targaryen reign ended my house fell into the shadows. I assumed I would die in that castle until my father declared I was to wed Jaime Lannister."

"But we are seeing the world, D." Chezney attempted to say.

Sending her a glare I wasn't finished. "Until we're shipped off to Casterly Rock surrounded by the ocean once more. Forgive me, Robb but what I want is something I shall never have."

"I understand, my lady." He replied softly. "You want love and adventure. Same as I."

I chuckled lightly at the eldest Stark boy. "Aren't we a pair."

Chezney turned her attention away from our conversation hearing the galloping of hooves coming our direction. Robb and I soon noticed it and turned our heads over our shoulders seeing a Stark knight. "My lord, my ladies. Lady Stark sent me to retrieve you for the feast tonight."

"Thank you, ser. We were just on our way back." Robb nodded at one of his father's men.

Chezney and I watched the knight remain there where she spoke up. "Was there something else, ser?"

"Ser Jaime wishes to see his betrothed before the feast tonight. I was informed to escort you to him." The knight said.

Tugging the cloak closer around me I huffed following Robb back on foot. Chezney was behind us and the knight followed from behind even though I didn't feel afraid in these woods. "And so it begins." Getting back to the castle I didn't bother with changing out of my muddy clothes if he wished to see me it would be like this. The Stark knight led me through some hallways until we reached the chambers we had been given by Lord Eddard for our time being here.

The Stark knight held open the door and I shooed him away where he shut the door before my betrothed ever uttered a word. "I was wondering if you were ever coming back or had you and your lady in waiting scampered off to the woods with that boy."

"The boy's name is Robb. Now what is it you wished to see me for?" I questioned him.

Jaime smirked, taking a step towards me. "Ah already on a first name basis are you. Tell me are you more intrigued by such danger of getting caught. Because I can gladly help you with your desire before the wedding in a few weeks."

"Hah. I have no desire to share your bed." I scoffed.

He shook his head. "But you'll have to at some point."

"Not by my choice." I sniped, closing Robb's cloak tightly around me. "If you called me here just to make flirty remarks I must be ready for the feast."

"I have something for you actually. If you're interested." Spinning on my heels I headed towards the door until he spoke up. He went over to a crate drawing out something long wrapped in a cloth sheet. He unwrapped it revealing a shiny new blade.

Tilting my head to the side I slowly moved away from the door admiring the newly forage sword that he had placed on the edge of the bed. "Did you have it made for me?"

"I did my best to get the balance right. If it's too heavy I can have the blacksmith change it." He said back to me.

Slowly wrapping my fingers around the handle I took a hold of it with both hands. Swinging it lightly around I could feel much better balance than the one I held at Kings Landing. "This is much better but I don't understand. Why do this for me?"

"It's very unlikely we will fall in love with this arrangement. So I thought I'd do something to make you happy. I saw that we are both in our true element when we were sword fighting. It's yours, Haelesa." Jaime explained resting his right hand on his hip.

Laying the sword down on the bed I sent him a tiny smile. "Thank you, Jaime."

"You're welcome. Now you best get ready for tonight. We can practice before we leave here in a few days." He says while I put the sword back in its holder and headed for the door.

Opening the door I halted in my tracks seeing his sister standing there where I quickly gave her my best curtsy. "Your grace."

"Little Velaryon." She greets me with a stern look walking past me and into her brother's chambers. Once the door was shut behind the young Velaryon Cersei changed her entire demeanor towards her brother. "What exactly do you hope to gain with her?"

Jaime sat down on the bed confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I am talking about. I have spies everywhere in the city. They told me about you sword fighting with her and her lady in waiting. Now you present her with her own sword. Father won't be happy with that."

He rolled his eyes. "Father has rarely ever been happy with anything we've done in our lives."

"Probably because you and our monster of a brother never did what he wanted. Like jumping off the side of the Rock when we were children." She grumbled to him.

Jaime rolled his eyes. "There was nothing wrong with what I did until you told him about it. Now is there something you want to tell me or did you just come to snoop on me?"

"I came to warn you of her. She won't love you. She's a child and she will never have what we have." Cersei stepped closer to him, throwing her bright red dress around as she went.

Jaime dropped his hands in his lap. "Don't tell me you're jealous of the Velaryon girl. She doesn't want this marriage. The only thing I can do is make it look like this can work between us. If I make it clear that I am with you both our heads will be on spikes."

"You let me worry about my drunk husband. And remember that father doesn't care if you make her slightly happy or not." The queen of the seven kingdoms eyed her brother.

He got to his feet snagging her wrist and bringing her to his embrace. "Lannisters don't act like fools. It's the family name that lives on. Nothing else matters."

"So give her a child and then be done with her. That's the plan." She nodded to him in agreement sepering from him and leaving him to prepare for the feast herself.

I wasn't familiar with the rules of many feasts where the royal family was present. Thankfully I wasn't the one hosting such an event. I simply had to represent my house to the best of my ability. Chezney and I made our way down the cold stone stairs that led into the large dining hall. "I can't believe we're here together, Hael."

The feast

"It's not that exciting." I told her where she huffed and I knew I needed to change my attitude about this. "I'm sorry, Chez. This just doesn't feel like me. All the formalities, gowns and accessories. I don't care for it all."

She squeezed my arm that was looped through hers. "Yeah. I suppose you'd rather be running through the woods like a wilding."

"I wouldn't say that - oh I'm sorry." I accidentally bumped into a young girl with dark brown hair and a messy dress. Tilting my head to the side I recognize her as the youngest Stark daughter. "You're Arya aren't you?"

She spun around on her feet. "You're the Velaryon girl. Come sit with me." She takes hold of my hand and drags me to her seat with Chezney trailing behind us and pulling up a chair for herself.

"So how boring are these things normally?" Chezney asked the young girl.

Arya sticks her tongue out. "Extremely. I don't like them. But I can't stand that either. I'm Arya, what's your name?"

"I'm Haelesa and this is Chezney." Following her gaze I saw that her older sister Sansa was gossiping with her friends. She kept aweing the blonde haired prince who was looking in her direction. I couldn't blame her for not liking it. Yes he was cute and had the title of Prince but that wasn't important if he was a brute. "I see that. I never had any sisters to relate to."

"She was stuck with me. I think I do a rather good job." Chezney throws an arm over my shoulder.

Arya smiled, grabbing her fork and getting some cake on the end of it. "Watch this, it'll be funny."

"Arya!" Sansa gasped shapely when the cake from the fork smashed on her cheek. Some of it fell and got on her dress which caused laughter to fill the hall. Covering my mouth with my hands I couldn't contain the laughter that fell from my lips. Chezney nearly fell backwards off her chair.

At that time Lady Stark sent her eldest son a look sending him over to the three of us. Robb began coming in our direction where I warned the girl. "Run Arya."

"Come on. Get some more." Chezney attempted to help her get some more cake on her fork to do it a second time.

Scrambling to my feet I moved around in the blue dress I wore hoping to block him from his sister. "Haelesa, what are you doing?" He chuckled moving but I got in front of him at every step.

"Keeping you from her, what does it look like?" I teased him with a grin.

Robb made a move but I jumped in front of him yet again. He kept his hands at a distance where if he had he could easily beat me here. He was much faster and stronger after all. "My mother wants me to put her to bed before she embarrasses us more tonight."

"Sorry Robb. But it's three against one." I chuckled seeing his eyes shift from me to my best friend and his sister then back to me. "What's the problem, Stark. Afraid to fight a girl?"

He answered my question. "I was raised not too."

"It's all in good fun." I responded.

Chezney nudged Arya who bent her spoon back and launched cake in his face. He ran toward her and he almost grabbed her until I jumped on his back and we went tumbling to the cold floor. "Haelesa!" He called out my name in a fit of laughter.

"Ha we beat you." Chezney teased him with Arya proudly at her side.

Robb rubbed the back of his head while I brushed the dirt off my dress. "Yes you did. Now off to bed you." He forced himself to his feet pushing his sister towards the hallway.

"At least you're not a sore loser, Stark." My best friend sticks her tongue out.

I pushed myself up to stand on my own feet not bothering with fixing my messy hair. I felt my chest rising up and down knowing I was enjoying myself at this moment. "Uh, I need some air." I told the pair sensing that someone was watching me. I was right to assume so because Jaime was leaning up against the wall watching the whole moment between us. I didn't feel comfortable being myself with him watching me.

"I'll come with you." Robb offered me his arm since I wasn't familiar with the grounds and it was nightfall now so it was easy for me to get lost.

Chezney waved bye to us. "See you later." She saw Robb and I walk away from the feast yet she wasn't the only one watching in the room.

Unknown to the young pair King Robert and his friend Lord Eddard were the ones watching them. "Ned, there's something we should talk about."

"Of course." He agreed to his friend leaving the feast.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[msweebyness]

Mirrorverse Crossover- What Happened Before…

Here’s a special from ya girl, Weeby! I figured we could use a little expansion on Sparky’s intro to the AU, and thanks so much to him for helping with this! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

The heroes all stood, gathered around IsmaGenie as he prepared to grant Max’s wish, to see alternative versions of themselves from another world, like had happened to a hero of one of his comics. Whatever happened, it would surely be…interesting!

“Alright, is everyone ready?”, the blue-skinned genie asked, and at the nods from his companions, clapped his hands together, igniting a bright flash.

A portal suddenly opened up over the ceiling, and a certain wicked group of teens were dropped through it onto the floor, shouting and cursing at their painful landing.

“What the devil?!”, Mari DeVil shrieked, fretting as attempted to sort out her now ruffled fur coat.

“Again! AGAIN!”, MimRore squealed, clapping her hands and giggling maniacally as her friends gave her looks of annoyance.

“Where in the Sam Hill are we?”, Ivan Oogie groused, rubbing his head, which he had smacked on the floor as Mylensula fussed over him.

“Um, better question: Who in blazes are they?”, YzAlya piped up, pointing and drawing the other villains’ attention to the heroes, both groups just staring at each other.

“Why does that one dude have so much hair?”, Honest Nino whispered to IsmaScar, his eyes focused on Adripunzel, who was nervously messing with his long braid.

“Jeez, that one has to be like ten feet tall!”, Mireides muttered to her girlfriend, gawking at Demolition Denise.

“I feel the inexplicably strong urge to put a curse on that redhead.”, Juleficent said to QRC, her eyes narrowing as she looked at a nervous Sleeping Nath. The dark fae witch then yelped as her scepter was suddenly coated in ice beneath her fingers.

“Unless you want to have the worst case of frostbite you could even imagine experiencing, I’d suggest you leave Nathaniel alone.”, MarcElsa said darkly, summoning a barrage of icicles to his hand. A few of the villains nervously backed away.

“Looks like some of ‘em got a little magic of their own…”, Doctor Cabello mused.

“Marc, hold on.”, said Snow Mylene, gently placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “Let’s not jump to violence. What she said was out of line, yes, but they weren’t expecting to be brought here. Maybe they’re just a bit confused.”

This earned her a sneer of disgust from the sea witch, before IsmaGenie stepped up and explained the whole situation to the villains, the whole ‘Alternate-Universe-Counterparts’ thing. The villains looked the heroes over with varying degrees of disbelief and disgust. They were do-gooders in this world? How revolting!

“WAIT, WHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT THING?!”, Kimton suddenly shouted, pointing at Julebeast, and looking at her fur, horns and claws with utter revulsion.

“A person, asshole.”, the beastly princess snarled, showing off her sharp teeth as she glared at the hunter, who tried to appear as if he wasn’t intimidated. QuasiIvan stepped up and put a bracing hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“Ignore him, Jules. He's obviously an idiot who doesn't think before he speaks.”, the bulky teen placated, pointedly ignoring the looks of disgust he was getting from King Marc and some of the other more vain villains.

“Who needs brains when you have guns like these?”, Kimton said smugly, flexing his arms with an arrogant grin. LeOnDine swooned, while the heroes could only watch in disbelief. This was the Kim of the other world?

“Gods, ego much?”, Kimules scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest (without meaning to, showing off that they were respectively buffer and broader than his counterpart’s) with annoyance. But at that moment his attention was caught by his girlfriend, who seemed to be having some trouble breathing as she stared at a certain villain who was bringing back unpleasant memories from the recent past.

As the young demigod tried to help the mermaid calm down, it was then that her condition was noticed by the villains, who saw the opportunity to strike. Mylensula noticed it seemed to be her the princess was afraid of, and gained a particularly wicked grin.

“Oh, whatever’s the matter, little mermaid? You’ve hardly said a word. Speak up! I'm sure you have a lovely voice.”, the sea witch said in a taunting cadence, fingering the shell necklace draped over her collar, which was starting to glow…only to yelp when there was suddenly an arrow pointing at her face.

“Leave her be, witch.”, Kagamerida said darkly, her eyes like flint as she glared at Mylensula, until Ivan Oogie stepped protectively in front of her and glared, which failed to intimidate the diminutive-statured princess in the slightest.

“Alright.”, BluRore piped up, “Let’s try to keep some semblance of civility here. We’re young adults, there’s no need for this nonsense.”, earning nods from the heroes and scoffs from the villains.

Madame Sabrina sneered in disgust as she looked over the group of heroes, her eyes finally coming to rest on the heroic Ismael, who met her glare head on with a quirked eyebrow.

“Why does one of your friends look like an oversized smurf?”, the purple-clad redhead demanded, pointing a manicured nail at the young genie.

“Why does one of your friends look like the lovechild of a burlap sack and the Pilsbury Doughboy?”, Aladdix sniped right back, leaving the villains agape, one in particular.

“WHY YOU LITTLE-”, Ivan Oogie started to shout, only for Mylensula to jump in and comfort him.

“Don’t listen to her, Spookyboo. You’re the most terrifyingly attractive man in the world in my eyes, and you always will be.”, she cooed, and much to the heroes’ discomfort and the villains’ resigned annoyance, the two began making out.

“Okay…can we PLEASE just try to have a normal, non-confrontational conversation here?”, BluRore said in exasperation, placing her head in her hands.

“And just what makes you think you can tell us what to do, Pixie Prick?”, Alix Khan snarled, stalking towards the fairy. Only to be stopped in her tracks by Miremba stepping in front of her girlfriend.

“Back off, runt.”, the royal lioness growled, and the two bared their teeth at each other.

“Alright, that’s just about enough!”, TiAlya called out, “Now, I’ll tell y’all what’s gonna happen. There ain’t gonna be any more insults, or any more fightin’. We’ll take it slow, one at a time, and we’ll sit down and get to know each other! Now, doesn’t that sound nice?”, she spoke in her “Mom Tone” which left no room for argument.

“And what if we refuse?”, Nath of Hearts snarled, reaching for his dagger, only to yelp when an arrow pierced the wall just to the side of his head, “Understood.”

“Alright…let’s get started! Who wants to go first?”, Fairy GodBro said with a nervous smile.

And there you have it! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[spectrechosts]

If Anything Could Ever Be This Good Again - Chapter 3

Well well well, if it isn't the consequences of my actions.

Full Series

Megavolt sat in a holding cell, Azure watching her through the bars. Her gem couldn't be removed, which meant her powers couldn't be neutralized, which meant Azure had to babysit.

"These cuffs are a little tight." Megavolt said, tilting to the side to show her hands behind her back.

Azure said nothing.

"You know what, you're busy. Allow me."

She made a show of disassembling the cuffs, going so far as to unlink each segment of the chain between them and let them float in the air as she massaged her wrists before reassembling them, this time binding her hands in front of her.

"There, much better."

"Hey, cut that shit out!" The officer who had the misfortune of watching over the holding cells said, and Azure raised her hand to quiet him.

"Don't react. She's not going anywhere, let her play her stupid games."

"Aha! You talked, that means I win my stupid game!"

Azure once again said nothing.

"Anyway, if you want my advice? Zip ties. You can buy them at the dollar store, they're not made of metal. Then all you'd have to worry about is transporting me in any kind of vehicle, the cell itself, me being able to shoot lightning out of my hands, it'd just be a lot safer all around."

"Oh shit."

"I told you to ignore-"

"Not her, come look at this." The officer said, and unmuted the TV in the corner.

"-covered the source of the disturbance, a young woman now traveling on foot further into the city. Citizens are advised to evacuate the area, as we are measuring extreme temperatures exceeding -50 degrees as far as 200 meters from the individual. Under no circumstances should she be approached. The Shining Rangers have been contacted, but have yet to intercept for unknown reasons-"

"Not to uh, tell you your magical business or nothin', but shouldn't you all be dealing with that?"

"Yeah Azure," Said Megavolt, who had left her cell to get a better look at the TV. It was bad, you couldn't see Phoebe through the blizzard surrounding her, but you could see where she had been. The thermal stress warped and cracked her surroundings, and paramedics struggled to keep up with the slew of frostbite victims. "Shouldn't you do something about that?" She added, her innocent smile daring Azure to do anything about it.

Azure took a cigarette from her pocket, held it up to her lips and lit it with a puff of blue flame.

"Hey, you can't-"

Azure glared at the officer.

"…Nevermind."

"Leave us."

"Look lady, I know you're in charge of your magic thing, but-"

"Leave. Now."

"Alright, Jesus." He muttered, and left. "Buncha pissy super-broads telling me how to do my job."

He slammed the door behind him, and Azure huffed.

"I think we can both agree that this-" She jabbed her cigarette towards the TV. "-is a problem."

"Oh, definitely." Megavolt said, wide-eyed and nodding. "Something must be done. But what?"

"I can go get her, take her somewhere she can't hurt anyone."

"Mm, and while you're gone I can keep myself entertained with my new game, 'How fast can I put every gun in this building in its owner's mouth?' It's fun for the whole family."

Azure gritted her teeth. "Fine," She hissed. "I'll send some of the other rangers, they can-"

"You know, I get the feeling she doesn't want to see any of you."

"Goddammit, work with me here."

"I am working with you." Megavolt said, "You think this is bad? This is her walking around. She's probably not even aware she's doing this, the state she must be in. You want to give her a target to focus on, be my guest, but it'll get a lot worse if you do. And that's before I come in, because I promise you if a single Shining Ranger gets close to her I'm tearing this city apart by the foundations."

Azure pinched the bridge of her nose.

"And I presume you think you can fix this."

"This early in the process she's got no control over her powers, she gets upset and her gem goes apeshit." Megavolt said, shrugging. "You let me go, she'll calm down and it'll stop."

"So what, you're saying this is my fault?"

"Now's not the time to assign blame, all I'm saying is that before I was arrested there was a minor weather distortion you couldn't pinpoint the source of, and now there's a zone of frozen death moving through the city."

"You put her up to this-"

"I told her to rest and eat some soup. She's a big girl, she can make her own decisions. Are you going to swallow your pride and let me try to fix the problem, or are you going to whine about how terrible I am?"

Azure sighed.

"Why did I ever let you join my team?" She whined. "I dislike you greatly."

"Let it all out, I'm a captive audience."

Azure was slumped against the wall now, hands covering her face.

"You're such a fucking bitch."

"Mhm."

"Megavolt is a stupid name."

"Ouch."

"Terawatt, it was right there."

"Oh sure, let me just put my social security number in there too. You done?"

"…Yes. Go stop your stupid girlfriend."

"Gladly." Megavolt said, and did not move.

"What are you waiting for? Go."

"I'd love to. But uh," She jingled her handcuffs and clicked her tongue. "Need ya to uncuff me first, boss."

If looks could kill, Azure would have left her a smoldering crater.

~

Phoebe was cold.

She trudged along through ice and snow, teeth chattering. She had to get to the police station, had to find Tara, but she didn't know where she was and she couldn't see through the blizzard and her head hurt and she was tired and she was cold.

Delirium was setting in. She couldn't hear herself think over the howling wind, or the cacophony of car alarms that seemed to follow her. She didn't know what direction she was going, she just had to keep walking or she would never get Tara back.

"UNIDENTIFIED SUPERHUMAN. HALT AND DISPERSE THE STORM."

Police?

"IF YOU CONTINUE YOUR ADVANCE WE WILL OPEN FIRE."

Police. They had Tara. They had Tara and they were keeping her from her.

She was so cold.

"I REPEAT, STAND DOWN OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE. THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING."

They didn't deserve to have Tara.

They didn't deserve to be warm while she suffered.

She reached out and she made that warmth hers, absorbed it into the bottomless pit her heart had become. It soothed her aching body for mere seconds, before the heat drained away again and naught but bitter cold remained.

No further instructions came.

She still felt empty. She kept walking.

It didn't take long for her to come up on the remains of the blockade, a SWAT team perfectly preserved in icy tableau. She toppled an officer and his body shattered, chunks of red sliding away from the impact in a sea of white.

"Fuck," She thought, through the thick fog in her mind. "They could have told me where the police station is."

She approached another officer and pried a radio off him, taking a chunk of clothing and skin with it. With trembling fingers she pressed in the button on the side.

"H-Hello?"

Her voice was hoarse, and the winds nearly drowned her out.

"I… I don't know where I am. I need to get to the police station."

No response.

"You took my girlfriend, I-I need to come rescue her."

Nothing. She dropped the radio and it broke into pieces.

Goddammit she knew where they were holding her, she had been there, if she could just think, if she could just find something to orient herself by in this fucking whiteout.

"Phoebe?"

It was all just so fucking frustrating and the storm was getting worse and she was crying and the tears stung her face as they froze instantly and everything ached and she wanted to stop but she couldn't.

"Phoebe? Phoebe where are you?"

"T-Tara?" She croaked. "Tara!"

"Phoebe!" Tara yelled, and just about bowled Phoebe over with how fast she swooped out of the blinding snow and embraced her. "Oh Phoebe, oh thank god you're okay."

Phoebe just sank into Tara's arms, she was here and she was safe and she was warm.

"I had to come break you out of jail." She murmured into Tara's chest.

"You very much didn't, the idea was I get caught to keep you safe."

"I don't want to be safe, I want you."

"I can see that, babygirl." Tara looked at their surroundings, the blizzard letting up around them revealing the devastation she had wrought. "We need to get out of here, can I carry you?"

"Mhm."

"Okay. Time for us to take a vacation."

~

Tara opened the door of their motel room magnetically and tossed a take-out bag at Phoebe, who was sitting on the edge of the bed watching as footage from the fourth day of efforts to undo the damage she had done played on the TV.

"Did I really do all of that?"

"Yes, try not to dwell on it. I shouldn't have left you alone."

"I don't remember this at all." Phoebe said, unpacking her meal. "I remember you leaving, and I remember you getting caught, and then it's all a blur until we got here."

"Yeah, first few days are like that. Incredibly volatile and disoriented as you get used to being a conduit of evil."

"I don't feel especially evil. I mean, I want to destroy the Shining Rangers-"

"Obviously."

"-but I kinda feel like I've wanted to do that for a while? And now I'm just, okay with that being what I want."

"Some would say that's what makes us evil."

"I would say that magic gems are very stupid and I should have become a Kitten Crusader." She gestured at the screen. "What the fuck happened there?"

"Oh, that's where they sicced the swat team on you. I dunno what you did to them, but you did it to that entire zip code. They're still working on thawing out the ground so they can replace the water lines."

"I… Vaguely recall a swat team?"

"Do you recall chunking a guy? Because there's a guy who is chunks now."

"…..He was in my way?"

"I'm not complaining, how many girls can say their girlfriend chunked a guy for them?"

"Please stop talking about chunks while we eat."

"All I'm saying is that I understand that your horrifying force of nature rampage came from a very loving place, you don't have to beat yourself up over it."

"Oh, I'm not." Phoebe said, levitating the ice cubes out of her drink and melting them, reforming them into a sharp icicle that she then flung into a cardboard target. "This is sick, I'm going to kick some Shining Ranger ass when we get back."

"That's my girl."

[halfagone]

Heya Halfa!

I'm watch Hercules for the first time in a while and something about it made me think about your WonderBat dcdp fic, and gave me an idea to share with you for a fic with Diana being Danny's bio mom, could be WonderBat or not, idk, I'm still very much on a Danny/Jason kick so if it's not WonderBat that's open.

But essentially Danny was adopted by the Fenton's and maybe a checkup with Frostbite has Danny realizing there's more to his powers than being a halfa, but he doesn't know what exactly? So, I'm thinking he just tells the Fentons he wants to find his bio parents, not being out as Phantom, but Idk, and i trust your thoughts.

Basically, just Hercules as inspiration, not trying to stick to its plot, tho doing Dead on Main and Jason as Meg ajfjkshda it would be quite funny

Idk, just had to share this with you, hope it brings you some of the joy the thought brought me!!

Also have a pic of my roomie's bunny

GOSH I love Disney's Hercules! Hades is an entire mood, and I love him for it. Definitely one of my fave villains ever. But now that you mention the idea...

If we did base it off on bloodlines, where Danny is taken as a child (and like Hercules was taken from his parents in the movie), then we could always make this a Super-Wonder... Wonder-Super? Superman and Wonder Woman ship, but their relationship was very brief. This was before he and Lois had gotten together and got married. And they do canonically date sometimes, and even had a child together in at least one universe, so it wouldn't be super weird.

So basically, Danny grows up a quasi-god (quarter-god? Ugh, that's confusing-) and half-Kryptonian. Except due to his life style and exposure to ectoplasm, his Kryptonian powers don't kick in like a normal half-Kryptonians would. But he does have a measure of super hearing- which gets diagnosed as another symptom of his ADHD later. And he does have freeze-breath! Which is why people aren't super surprised if they catch some cold mist coming out of his mouth when he becomes a halfa, they're pretty sure he's just always been like that?

But for one reason or another, Danny leaves Amity Park for an extended amount of time. Oh! His family takes a vacation to a beach, somewhere nice and sunny. And then Danny gets irritated about something, or maybe there's just a fly bothering him and he glares at it from a distance only to shoot red laser eyes at it and promptly freaks the fuck out. His ectoplasm has never been red before!

He runs off to Frostbite and the Far Frozen as soon as he can, begging for the yeti to help him because there must be something wrong with him! Frostbite is awfully confused at first, and then he asks Danny if he showed any other habits or behaviors before he'd become a halfa. And so Danny explains how he could hear things most people couldn't, but he'd been diagnosed as neurodivergent, and that wasn't exactly uncommon, and then he explained how technology always worked a little funny around him even before his accident and that's why his parents never thought anything was off when their inventions were wonky around him now (he doesn't realize he has lightning manipulation from his bio!mom's side, thus accidentally zapping devices every once in a while), and a handful of other things and it all culminates into this:

Frostbite is pretty sure Danny has never been fully human.

Which would thus lead Danny onto a journey of self-discovery and self-fulfillment and oh yeah, there's a ghost Minotaur that wants to rip his head off his body and they've got a hostage to go along with them. In Danny's opinion, Red Hood makes for a very poor hostage, but he's not about to tell them that either.

I could probably go on eventually, but I adore this idea, so thank you very much for sharing it! :D <3<3<3