#i've got other things i should be doing and things i wanna be doing and things i need to do or i'm going to turn into sludge again so hfhs

[raindailies]

❝ ── VALENTINE'S REMEDY ❞ 

❤︎ ❝ it's you.. it has always been you. ❞  

(mydei x gn!reader ; phainon x gn!reader) !!

८ sypnosis. valentine's day with : PHAINON & MYDEI !! (seperately). sfw. fluff. crack, gender neutral reader — MORDEN DAY AU . ؛ ଓ

@ warnings; none ! all fluff & cutesy valentines (๑﹏๑ ) ⋆

── notes. this valentines, i deliver this to you (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) , originally, i planned to have much more characters than mydei & phainon, but there are so many things happening that i couldn't do that — enjoy, nevertheless! I hope you all had a good valentine's day yesterday ♡

ᝰ.ᐟ PHAINON — cooking date.. ?

(wc : 997)

⟡ "(name)! I've decided—we should cook together for valentines!" Phainon proposes. Your face utterly falls at his word is absolute and full horror at the thought. Oh no. If there was one thing you should know about being Phainon's lover, is that he is horrid at cooking, unfortunately, you had to learn this the hard way. (e.g, your house coming close to catch fire if you hadn't stopped his myriad of senseless trouble)

⟡ "Are you sure? I mean—what if we just.. go to a café or—"

⟡ "No way! I wanna make cookies with you!" Phainon only implored further at your admittedly weak rebuttal, his demeanor akin to that of a beaming light (or a beaming puppy), you could only make an effort to avoid his eager gaze as he awaited your reply. 

⟡ After a beat of hesitance and silence, Phainon pretty much tackled you onto the couch, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other rested on your forearm, pulling you impossibly closer to his own body, lowering his chin to rest comfortably on your shoulder with a huff, the cheeky grin still ever present on his lips as you tried to wrestle yourself out of his hold, muttering weak protests, which proved impossible in a matter of a second when you realized his muscles weren't just for show. "C'mon, can't my lovely partner and valentines indulge in my well-versed fantasy of baking together~?"

⟡ Thus, led you two to where you were now. Valentine's day was supposed to be cutesy, right? Maybe sharing a sundae, kissing under the sunset sky that boarded the horizons with a soft tint—instead of the intricate (admittedly, delusional) scenarios that you were conjuring just days prior, now, you are subjected to cooking with Phainon. 

⟡ "(name)! Is the sugar supposed to be this flaky? And it's a little salty." Phainon exclaimed, remnants of 'sugar' on his fingers as he test-tasted them in his mouth, you looked over in horror.

 ⟡ "That's salt! You don't add that much salt to cookies?!" You shrieked. Things were going so well!! How were you supposed to know Phainon couldn't differentiate sugar from salt? As you tried to scoop out the salt from the mixture of butter, eggs, and vanilla extract, you spared a glance to see Phainon looking at you expectedly, his eyes were that of a puppy, and you knew him well enough to know that he was sulking, and you couldn't bare it in your heart to scold him (you did it anyways).

⟡ Your boyfriend was a basketball player, a real good one, sure—you didn't know that would affect his baking skills, though. Phainon (read: attempted) to throw the egg into the mixture, stance that of a basketball throw, only for the egg to splatter onto the ground. One ominous call of his name from you, got the white-haired male quickly begging for mercy, splutters of "I'm sorry! (name)! H-hey, please put down that knife!" cascaded from his hurried begs. 

⟡ "Hand me the flour." You noted, feeling a bag soon resting in your hand, however—as you poured, you decided to spare a glance at the bag. You inwardly sigh to yourself, catching Phainon's back collar to turn his face around, forcing him to take a good look at the bag. "This is baking soda!" Unfortunately, Phainon only offered a sheepish grin before hastily freeing himself out of your hold, in fear, probably.

⟡ You'd love to say his misfit of troubles stopped there, but it definitely didn't. You almost curse your whole ascenstor's family tree when Phainon called again. "(name)...? Uh, is the microwave supposed to be glowing?" You looked back hesitantly. Yes, the microwave was glowing. With a metal bowl inside of it. I love my boyfriend. I love my boyfriend. I love my boyfrie—

⟡ "How much longer?" Phainon was then exempt from further participation in the baking, sulking, he attached himself to your back, subjected to only being able to watch you bake, due to his tendencies to cause a mess in the kitchen. "Wait a bit, you really are impatient." His arms wrapped around your waist, your back met his chest, and he lowered his head to rest on your shoulder as you mixed the bowl of ingredients with a practiced technique. You could almost feel his sullen pout despite not looking at him. 

⟡ When you pulled the cookies out of the oven, Phainon was quick on his feet behind you, shuffling to get a closer look (and, hand sticking out to try and grab one but was quickly dismissed by your own hand grabbing his to cease his quick-witted endeavor). The cookies were chocolate flavored, something Phainon insisted, saying it's 'valentine' coded, and sprinkled with specks of pink sprinkles, in Phainon's eyes—they look like heaven sent offerings from the goddess that you embodied.. maybe an exaggeration. 

⟡ "Say ahh." You held a cookie to his face, to which he immediately beamed, opening his mouth as he awaited the dessert to be delivered to his mouth, when it did, he instantly smiled—if Phainon did have a tail, you imagine it'd be wagging right then. 

⟡ In a moment of unfocused haze, Phainon cupped your cheeks into his much larger palm, pressing his (chocolate infused) lips onto yours, in turn, making you nearly shriek in surprise. You tasted a faint chocolate savor against his unexpectedly soft lips, you're only left still dumbfounded when he pulled away.

⟡ "C'mon, yer gonna watch me eat, or will you eat your own phenomenal cooking, too?" Phainon grinned, a boyish smile overcame his features as he slid a hand through the tufts of his white hair.

⟡ ".. Yeah yeah, alright." Perhaps this valentine wasn't actually that bad, you hummed to yourself, tasting a cookie, relishing in your boyfriend's cheerful expressions. The cookies tasted saltier than they should, but you found yourself not minding. 

⟡ Still.. you make a mental note to keep Phainon out of the kitchen.

ᝰ.ᐟ MYDEI — arcade date !!

(wc: 1174)

⟡ "Try to beat me." Mydei grinned, a competitive look rose in his eyes, you almost scoffed, your hand tightening on the console handle. 

⟡ Currently, the two of you were situated at an arcade. Now, you’re not sure what Mydei’s idea of a fun valentine’s day is, but apparently to him, it was a competition. For goodness’s sake, doesn’t he get enough competition in his basketball matches? But despite all odds, you were still swooned by the competitive man, and you really can’t lie because Mydei being competitive also makes you competitive in turn. 

⟡ “Please, indulge me, o strongest of all.” You beamed back, a combative shine coating both of your eyes, neither of you broke eye contact. Only when the game’s ‘ancient’-like machine erupted a small, distorted, “game start!”, did you and Mydei consecutively locked in, eyes fixed on each’s little pixelated character. 

⟡ The valentines date, turned out to be one big, competitive game to you both—and to no one’s surprise, Mydei kept tally of each wins he got. “I win. (name), it almost feels as if you’re letting me win on purpose, don’t go easy on this boyfriend of yours!” Mydei grinned, his arm slung over your shoulder casually, a shit-eating smirk painted over his face as he made absolutely no effort to conceal the pleasure he attained. You could only stare at the ‘GAME OVER!” words on your own arcade machine (indubitably, a bit pouty). 

⟡ However, once he noticed your sullen mood, Mydei quickly panicked, a rushed ‘oh shit’ nearly escaped his mouth, but he was quick to shut it, he mentally scolded himself inside of his head, before ushering you for one more game, this time, he wanted to raise your mood, rather than anything, as fun as it was winning for him, it was much better when he sees you smile. 

⟡ When you do win, you swiftly whirled to Mydei with the brightest smile on your face, finger pointing at the screen that showed Mydei’s pixelated character in a defeated position, while yours did some tacky emote dance with 90’s music singing from the machine. He smiled, ruffling your hair in leisure, ignoring your slight protests of “don’t mess up my hair?!” 

⟡ “C’mon,” Mydei held up the arcade card between his pointer and middle finger with a smirk visible on his face, bringing his gaze to the other arcade game machines, ”You wanna miss t’day and all the money I spent on you, or you wanna play more?” He leaned closer—leaving your heart stubbornly speeding up. 

⟡ Thus, the two of you spent your valentines in the arcade game spot for around 5 hours at best—creating pompous feuds and rivalry for the sake of it, but for some reason, you couldn’t help but notice Mydei lost more times than you’d think he would, I mean, no offense, but he play games like anytime he’s free, surely he should’ve won each feuds easily? Before you could rack your mind on his foreign behavior, the air hockey immediately slotted itself into your goal as you let your mind wander, causing you to lose a point, much to your horror. “Hey! My eyes are up here! Ya losin’ already, (name)?”

⟡ You sent a glare to his direction, picking up the hockey from your goal to immediately fling to his direction with your mallet, only for the hockey to (somehow??) fly up and hit Mydei square in the face, so, you technically did achieve a headshot, just not in the goal. 

⟡ “Holy shit—I’m sorry! So sorry! Mydei, are you okay?!” You spluttered, hand hovering in all directions over his face as he rubbed his palm on the area where the hockey quite literally pounded him, Mydei raised a hand to stop your stuttering, a grin broke out of his (pathetically) kind of painstrucken face, obviously, it was bound to hurt. 

⟡ Putting aside the rough. . encounter, Mydei only brushes you off, “It’s okay,” he’d said, before adding, “but I don’t know . . a kiss might make it even better?” good to know that Mydei’s brain, on the contrary, hasn’t changed. You thought. 

⟡ The rest of the day went on without any further casualties, basketball games (to no one’s surprise, Mydei surpassed the original highest score, earning himself a spot in the leaderboard), racing games (you somehow won this one, where you immediately hopped up and down with Mydei’s hand in yours, you didn’t look back then, but if you did, the sickly love struck face on Mydei’s face looking at you fondly would’ve probably imploded you from the inside out), dancing games (Mydei slipped and nearly fell on you–but with his muscular stature, he caught himself and you from falling in public, thank god no one was there to witness), and . . claw machines, which personally, agitated you.

⟡ “.. Move over, let me try.” Mydei groaned, weary of watching you fail time and time again to get a pink-ish red cat from the claw machine that just kept bouncing further away from the blissful exit everytime you moved the claw, to the point where you were one touch closer to crashing out in public, given your.. shortcoming. 

⟡ For some sicken reason–as if the gods were taunting you, Mydei was able to grab the cat plush toy on his first try, your mouth agape as it jeeringly falls into the exit slot, where Mydei took it into his hand to dangle the plush in front of your face with a shit-eating grin, a look of triumphant curled on the tips of his attempted nonchalance. 

⟡ “I hate you.” Grumbling, you still took the plushie into your arms.

⟡ “Say that all you want, darlin’, I know you love me.” 

⟡ ... as the two of you left the arcade, hand held in each other's, intertwined, some imaginative cupid floating around bow in hand, as a small (delusional) cacophony of choir song hummed, an unexpected popped from behind a counter.

⟡ “See, Aggy, they do get along well!” Tribbie’s cheerful voice rang, as they hid behind a counter–not in a conspicuous location at all, Castorice nodded, hopeful for her friend. 

⟡ “.. I suppose I was worried for naught. (name) is in good hands, then.” Aglaea smiled, despite the 3 girls still being hunched under a counter. Without context, they looked more like stalkers, than friends ‘passing by’ and deciding to spy. 

⟡ “Mydei is. . strange. But I believe he really does like (name).” Castorice hummed, her voice, soft and delicate, in contrast to Tribbie’s cheerful tone, and Aglaea’s calming timbre. 

⟡ “Well, since we’re here already, Aggy, Cas, let’s go play some games!” 

⟡ (PS. word has it that you gave Mydei handmade chocolate earlier during the day?! Also, Mydei was practically shaking, the tips of his ears a burning red when he received the chocolate you so delicately made and packaged in a red-tinted heart box. Don’t tell anyone–but I heard from a little bird that this same man giggled to himself after the arcade date ( ꈍ◡ꈍ) !)

© 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms in any way, shape, or form without my permission. if found, you WILL be blocked.

NOTES:

- 43 rmb chinese yuan - $5, or wtv currency you have - kevin kaslana sucks at cooking (read: made kitchen appliances run for their life), therefore, phainon fucking sucks at cooking, no debates you take what you can get. - it is REALLY hard to write Mydei in modern au, considering like literally what would this guy be agitated about? But i consider him to be someone that yearns for the normalcy, rather than the chaos he shrouds himself in, similarly to kalpas from hi3. I think of Mydei as someone who is more suited for a modern life, no fights, violence, just peace - but he is always destined to end back at the aggression of the battlefield. haha!! - Phainon is so stupid i love him he's like a kicked puppy LMAO

❝ i blinked, and suddenly i have a valentine . . ? ❞ 

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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buff guy

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ʚ Part 9 ɞ

❥ CW: chubby fem reader x buff guy, kissing, date at the fair, you learn his name 👀

❥ A/N: *dj khalid voice* another one

"Guess what's in town this weekend?"

"What?" Guy asks, his voice smooth as honey, making you squirm in your bed.

"The fair! I went past where they were setting up yesterday. They've already got the Ferris wheel up."

"I've never been on a Ferris wheel."

"What?!" You bolt upright in bed, clutching the phone tight. "You've never been on a Ferris wheel? How?"

"I just never had the opportunity to. I've actually never been to the fair."

"Oh my god." You flop back down to the bed. "You've got to be kidding me..."

"I'm not. It just never happened."

"Well, then that settles it. We're gonna go to the fair on Saturday and play games and ride rides and eat a bunch of junk food." He laughs. It makes you smile.

"You seem excited for it. I'll go if it makes you happy."

"But do you wanna go? Or are you just going because I want you to go?"

"No, I want to go. I think it would be a fun experience." You sigh, eyes searching the ceiling.

"Alright. But don't do it just because I wanna go."

"I'm not; I promise." You hear shuffling on the other end of the line. "What time should I pick you up?"

He arrives at your apartment at four in the evening. He's wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. You can see his pectorals straining against the fabric.

"You look cute," he tells you when you close your door behind you.

"Thanks! I got this sundress off the internet."

"I really like seeing you in sundresses."

"Oh, you do?" you ask, giving him a knowing look.

"Yeah. You always look so pretty in them." You hum, arching your brow.

"Are you sure you don't just like them because of the easy access?"

His eyes widen, and you swear that if he could blush, he would be bright red right now.

"You—Jesus, you always do this to me—"

You giggle, covering your mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just love to tease you." He sighs exasperatedly.

"Yeah, you sure tease me alright. Now all I'm gonna be able to think about is having easy access to you in a sundress."

"I don't know if this would make things better or worse, but..." You lean towards him, covering your mouth from the world. "On some of our dates, I wasn't wearing underwear."

He looks shocked, horrified by his own arousal.

"You what—"

"Just kidding!" You grab his hand, tugging him along down the stairs. "C'mon, let's go so we can get good parking. You brought cash, right?"

"Cash? What for?"

"For the fair! You know these places don't really accept credit cards."

"Oh..." He slows behind you and you stop to turn to him. He stares at the ground, twisting his mouth in thought before looking at you. "I gotta stop by the ATM before we go.

You huff, smiling.

"That's fine. You didn't know they don't have credit card machines?"

"I've never been."

"Oh, yeah." You glance around before looking back at him. "You know, we don't need to get cash if you don't want to. I don't mind just going and looking around at everything."

"No." He moves past you, opening the passenger side door for you. "I've got the money. I just need to get it from the bank." You put a hand on his bicep.

"I appreciate that, Guy, but I don't need anything. Sometimes just going to look is fun in and of itself." He shakes his head, taking your hand, squeezing it firmly.

"I want to go there and enjoy things with you, like you imagined. I want to buy you gifts and food and have lots of fun with you. I have the ability to, so please let me."

Your cheeks warm. You squeeze his hand back and take it away.

"Okay. I'll let you take care of me."

"Did you really need to take out one thousand dollars?" you whisper harshly to him as you walk to the entrance. He shrugs.

"I wanted to be prepared for anything."

"I know this place can get expensive, but I highly doubt you'll spend all that." He shrugs again.

"Then I'll just put the leftover money back in the bank." You sigh, reaching the line at the entrance. You reach into your tote bag for your wallet, but he stops you. "I'm not letting you pay."

"Oh, come on!" you huff. "I'm a grown woman; I took care of myself before I met you and I still can!"

"I know that. But I want to treat you well. You said that you'd let me take care of you, so please let me." You huff again, crossing your arms and pouting. He kisses your cheek as an apology, buying two tickets before guiding you into the park.

The fair is quite big this year. It seems that they've expanded a bit, added new rides and festivities. There's plenty of familiar and new attractions for you to see.

"Where would you like to start?" you ask. He glances around the park, then back at you.

"I'm not sure. I'll follow your lead." You smile, taking his hand.

"Let's start over by the stand-up shops. We can look around for a bit before getting some food and playing games." He smiles, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it.

"That sounds like a plan."

So, that's what you do. You go to the shopping section, looking around at all the handmade products that were there. You marvel at the hand-carved wooden structures, the handmade jewelry, the herbs and spices packed into Mason jars with little ribbons tied to them. Guy stops several times to ask if you'd like him to buy you anything, and you wave him off. But it doesn't stop him from purchasing the items you show even the slightest interest in. From a bracelet to a perfume to a headband, he buys it all. You just keep collecting these items in your tote bag, rolling your eyes all the while, but deep down you love it. You love being taken care of.

"This is getting heavy," you remark as you add a jar of spice mix to your tote bag.

"Let me carry it," he says, holding out his hand for you. You sigh, giving him a look but still handing over the bag for him. He takes it with ease, using his other hand to hold yours as you leave the shopping area.

"Would you like to eat? There's lots of good food here."

"Like what?"

"Well, I like the funnel cakes and fries and freshly squeezed lemonade, but they also have hot dogs and burgers and all kinds of foods. We can look at the food trucks for a bit if you want."

"That sounds good."

You guide him over to the food stands. He buys you everything you want to try, which includes a funnel cake, some fries, and a large lemonade. He buys a loaded hot dog, a small basket of hot wings, a cheeseburger, some fries, and a churro. And a diet soda.

"You bought a lot," you remark as you find a park bench to sit at with your food.

"I haven't eaten much today," he replies, taking a big bite of his hot dog. You hand him some napkins.

"Why not? That's not healthy..."

"I knew I would be eating a lot of calories here, so I stuck to light foods. All I had was steamed broccoli and cucumbers. Oh, and a couple eggs for breakfast."

"Guy..." You sigh, watching him finish his hot dog in record time. "I just want you to take care of yourself."

"I promise, I am. I just wanted to save my calories for this meal."

"I hate calorie counting," you remark, sipping your lemonade before grabbing a couple of fries.

"You do? Do you hate that I do it?" he asks, grabbing his burger and unwrapping it.

"No, that's your choice to make. I just don't like doing it personally." He nods, taking a bite of his burger.

"This food is really good," he says, chewing.

"It is, isn't it?" You dip some fries in ketchup, taking them into your mouth. He nods, taking another bite of his burger, half of it gone already. "So, you've never been to the fair before?"

"Nope."

"Why not?" He shrugs.

"It was just me and my mom most of the time, so we didn't go out and do things as a family very often. She took me out to museums and parks and stuff, but nothing like this. It's just not something we did." He grabs some fries and stuffs them in his mouth, engulfing them easily. "What about you? Did you come here often as a kid?"

"I wouldn't say often. Definitely more than a couple times. We did it every year for a couple of years and then I kind of grew out of it. But I've always liked it and have wanted to bring my own kids here one day." You peel off a piece of funnel cake, popping it into your mouth. "I like that they've added the little shops. It makes it like a kid's fair and an art fair which is fun."

"It's nice here," he says, crushing his burger wrapper, moving on to his hot wings. "I can see us bringing our kids here in the future."

"Oh yeah? You wanna marry me and make babies and bring 'em here?" He smiles, licking hot sauce off his lips.

"Eventually. Not right now, seeing as I can't even be intimate with you yet."

"Is that just because of me? Is it because I haven't said 'I love you' yet?" He shakes his head.

"No, it's not just you, I promise. I just... sometimes I feel like if I get the chance now, I might lose control. I want to have self control when it comes to you, or else I might go crazy." You finish your lemonade, sitting it aside.

"That's kind of hot," you remark. He pauses mid-bite, looking up at you.

"You think so?"

"Yeah. You like me so much that you're worried about losing control around me? That's pretty hot."

He scoffs, putting an entire chicken wing in his mouth, scraping off the meat with his teeth and pulling out a clean bone. He puts the bone with the others, pushing his empty basket to the side.

"Anyways. What do you want to do after this? Rides or games?" you ask.

"Games. I wanna win some games." You giggle.

"You gonna win lots of games?"

"Yep. Gonna impress you by winning all the games." You laugh harder, covering your smile.

The two of you finish your food, sharing your desserts before throwing away your trash, making your way to the gaming area.

There's lots of games here, plenty that you remember from your childhood. You start at the baseball toss. Guy buys six balls to throw at a stack of bottles, three for the both of you. You go to your respective spots, aim, and throw. You do pretty well, knocking over three of the six bottles. Guy doesn't hit any of them. You win a small monkey for your work, and Guy gets nothing.

"It's okay," you tell him, rubbing his back as you walk away. "You'll get the next one."

But he doesn't. You go through several more games—ring toss, basketball, balloon darts—and he doesn't do well at any of them. The most he wins is a small sucker at the duck pond game.

He's slumping now, looking glum as you walk through the fair, holding his little sucker in his mouth.

"Don't look so blue, hun," you say, wrapping your arm around his. "It's okay. You've never played these games before, so it makes sense that you wouldn't win them. Don't be so upset about it."

"I wanted to win you a prize," he mumbles sadly, dragging his feet.

"That's okay! I don't need a prize! Here," you pull your little monkey plush from your tote bag and hand it to him, "you can have this. Think of it as a reward for trying so hard today."

He takes it, glancing at you somberly, but he hugs the little monkey to his chest and holds it there.

"Thank you," he mutters. You kiss his cheek, trying to cheer him up.

"Steeeeep right up and test your strength!" Guy's eyes widen, and he looks up to hear where the voice came from. "Who among these young men will come out on top and prove themselves to be the strongest there is?!"

He perks up, grabbing your hand suddenly and moving toward the voice. He takes you to the source: a small man with a big belly holding a curled cane, pointing at the forming crowd.

"I challenge all who stand before me to come forward and test your luck at the strength tester!" He points next to him, the contraption standing about twenty feet tall. "Fellas: who here wants to win this big bear for their little lady?" He gestures towards the teddy bear set beside him, one that looks to be about five feet tall, big and plump, perfect for cuddling.

You glance at Guy who now has a sparkle in his eye, his lips curling at the ends. He turns to you, handing you back the little monkey you won.

"Hold my monkey," he rushes to say, grabbing your shoulders and looking you in the eyes. "I'm gonna win you that bear."

"Guy—" He trots off before you can convince him that these games were rigged. You sigh, following him to the attraction. You wait in line with him, watching the people in front of you pay and then try hitting the machine. The highest anyone gets is halfway up the tower, and you feel a pit grow in your stomach.

Soon enough, it's Guy's turn. He steps up, the man approaching him.

"Five dollars, please," he says, holding out his hand. Guy reaches into his pocket, takes out his wallet, and then hands the man a five dollar bill. He takes it and adds it to his growing stack of money, pointing to the mallet beside the machine. "Take the mallet and hit that big circle right there. You ring the bell, you get the prize."

"Got it," Guy replies, taking the mallet in his hand and positioning himself in front of the tower. He takes a deep breath, swings the mallet back, and hits it against the lever. You watch as the puck climbs higher and higher, but slows to about three fourths of the way there, falling back to the bottom. You hear Guy curse under his breath, and the man chuckles low.

"Sorry, kid. You did better than anyone else has today, but it still wasn't enough. Try again next time."

"Let me do it again," Guy demands, still holding the mallet tightly in his hand. The man glances at him, then behind him, shrugging.

"There's no more line, so you can try as many times as you want. That'll be another five dollars, though."

Guy hurriedly pulls out his wallet and you step forward, stopping him.

"Guy, it's okay," you whisper. "These games are a bunch of hooey anyways. You don't need to prove anything." He takes a deep breath but pulls away, taking out another five dollars and handing it to the man.

"I'm getting you that bear," he says firmly. You sigh, grabbing his wrist before he can position himself.

"Guy, this is silly. I already know how strong you are. It's just a stuffed animal—"

His firm hand finds your shoulder, squeezing. He leans down to look you right in the eye, his tone deep and stern.

"I am getting you that bear." He let's go of you, moving to the front of the tower, glancing back at you. "Stand back."

You huff, taking several steps back, crossing your arms around the little stuffed monkey. You know this is going to end badly: he's going to lose again, and again, because that's how these machines work, and he's going to go through all his money just for a stuffed animal and his ego is going to be so bruised that he may never recover.

You feel a lump in your throat as he positions his legs, pulling the mallet back. He does a slow swing, testing it out at first, then he does it again, taking a deep breath before pulling back swiftly and hitting the target with full force. You watch anxiously as the puck climbs to the top, eyes widening when it hits the bell and alarms start going off, celebrating his win.

"HA!" Guy barks out a laugh, looking at you. You both share a smile before you run to him. He drops the mallet, picking you up in a hug and spinning you around, the both of you laughing.

"You did it! You did it!" you repeat over and over, kissing over his face as he laughs and spins. He slows down, gasping, suddenly putting you down on your feet.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't ask to pick you up!" You laugh, hugging him tight.

"It's okay! You were excited! I'm excited! You won!"

"I did!" He hugs you tight, swinging you back and forth, kissing the top of your head.

The two of you calm down, catch your breath, turning to the man in charge of the game. He looks shocked, eyes wide, mouth peeking open as he glances between the two of you.

"That wasn't... you're not..."

"It looks like I won," Guy says, stepping forward. "I'd like to claim my prize now."

"O-Oh! Uh..." The man clears his throat, standing up straight. "Didn't I tell you son? You gotta hit the bell three times in order to win the—"

Guy grabs him by the shirt, almost lifting him off his feet as he brings his face close.

"Give me the bear."

"O-Okay! Okay, j-just p-put me down!"

Guy releases the man who shakily retrieves the bear from its pedestal, handing it to Guy. Guy takes it, smiling at it before turning and presenting it to you. You take it, giving it a big hug, smiling up at him.

"Thank you," you say, letting him kiss your forehead.

"I told you I was gonna get it for you."

The two of you leave the poor man to grovel at the strength tester.

"You wanna go on some rides now?" you ask.

"Hell yeah."

The sun starts to set, giving the air a golden glow as it starts to fade, the lights of the fair turning on and illuminating the night. You go on several rides—a small roller coaster, the teacups that you can spin with a wheel, even a humble little train—before going to the carousal. You get on a horse, your bear on the floor beside you and Guy standing on the other side, holding onto the same bar that you're holding. The ride starts and you look around as the carousal spins. You see all the lights of the fair twinkling in the night, smiling as you gaze at them.

"Isn't it so pretty?" you ask Guy, and you hear him hum in agreement. You look back at him and see him staring at you with a lovesick look, leaning against the bar he was holding. You smile at him, leaning close and puckering your lips. He gets the message, closing the distance between the two of you and kissing you back.

When the ride ends, you're ready to call it a night, but Guy wants to try one more ride.

You end up at the Ferris wheel. The pods hold four people, so Guy buys two extra tickets so you can have some privacy. Your bear sits across from you two, taking up the whole seat as you glide into the air.

"I've had a really nice time tonight," you tell him, leaning against his side.

"I've had a great time too." He turns and kisses your forehead. You hum happily, snuggling into him as you climb to the top. Once you're there, the Ferris wheel slows to a stop. You admire the scenery, able to see the entire fairgrounds from this view.

"I love you," he says, hand finding yours. You hum, snuggling closer.

"A part of me wants to say it, but I'm not sure..."

"You don't have to," he says. "I know you're not ready yet."

"I just..." You sigh, sitting up and looking at him. "I don't even know your real name yet. How can I love you when I don't know your name?"

"Are you ready to know my name?" he asks, arching his brow. You twist your mouth, glancing around at the scenery again before looking back at him.

"Yeah. I'm ready."

He smiles softly, lifting his hand for you to shake.

"My name is Mohammed."

You tilt your head.

"Mohammed? Really?"

"What's wrong with 'Mohammed'?"

"Nothing, nothing. I just... I don't know, I didn't expect it. I imagined a lot of names but not Mohammed."

"Do you not like it?" You think for a moment.

"No, I do. The more I think of you as 'Mohammed', the more I think it fits. I like it."

He smiles, holding his hand again for you to shake. You take his hand with yours and shake it, smiling.

"Nice to finally meet you, Mohammed."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He leans forward, smiling at you. "Can I have a kiss now that you finally know me?" You giggle.

"Yes." He closes the space between you and kisses you, soft and sweet. By the time you're done kissing, the Ferris wheel is moving again, taking you back down to Earth.

You walk back to the car, Mohammed carrying your bear over his shoulder. He stuffs it in the back seat, getting in the car with you.

"Do you want to stay over for a little bit?" you ask as you head home.

"Would you like me to?"

"Only if you want to." He hums.

"What would we do?"

"We could watch a movie? Cuddle on the couch? Make out?"

He laughs, running a hand over his mouth.

"You just wanna make out with me, huh?"

"I mean, that's definitely part of it, but I do like hanging out with you. We don't have to make out if you don't want to."

"No, no, I definitely want to make out, but..." He takes a deep breath. "I just worry about being able to control myself."

You hum, nodding as he pulls up to your apartment.

"I can understand that. We can end the night now, if you want."

"I really don't want to, but I think it would be best."

"I get it." You give him doe eyes, pushing out your bottom lip. "Can I at least get a kiss goodbye?"

He smiles, leaning forward and pursing his lips. You meet him in the middle and kiss him, molding your lips with his for a moment before pulling away. You glance at the teddy bear in the back seat.

"I'm worried about taking this thing into my house."

"Why?"

"Because who knows what kinds of diseases are on this thing. It's probably been available at the fair since before I was born. I should really get it cleaned before I take it inside."

"I can get it dry cleaned for you." You look at him.

"Are you sure? I'd hate to ask you to do that."

"I really don't mind. I can drop it off to you later in the week." You smile at him.

"That would be really nice, Mohammed. Thank you."

When he drops off your teddy bear later in the week, you snuggle it immediately once it's inside. It smells like his cologne.

You take a nap on your new friend, dreaming of him.

[chvzzzptrs]

UNTIL THE END

Warnings: Toxic relationship, Jason and reader being unstable, emotional dependence on each other.

The sky was tinted with shades of grey and black, with a few clouds forming in it. The weather was cold, as usual in Gotham, and the wind gave him goosebumps. It was a night like any other, but he didn't feel that way. He felt like he should turn around and go back to the mansion. But what disturbed him most was her. That girl.

The girl who had come into his life to unsettle him even more than he already was. Jason might be many things, but he wasn't weak. There was something off about her. Something dark, and he was dying to find out.

She was like a reflection of the repressed violence that he had been carrying for years.

Then he saw her. She was wearing the leather jacket she usually wore, her favorite. She was sitting on the terrace of the bar, with a cigarette in one hand, and her red lipstick in the other.

He approached the table, not intending to stay for long. Her dark eyes met his, they had that peculiar glint that only promised one thing; danger. "Jason" seemed calm, but with that spark of joy at seeing him. "I was waiting for you."

He just stayed silent, watching her let the smoke out of her cigarette. He had always been direct, but with her it couldn't all be coldness, There was something deeper between them. Something he wasn't used to, and he hated it.

"This is wrong," he finally said, avoiding eye contact with her.

"What? Smoking? I know, I've been told that, but it calms my anxiety." Her sarcasm only drove Jason to despair. He knew she was avoiding talking about the subject.

"No, I mean, this..." he pointed at himself, then at her. "It's wrong"

She gave him a warm smile, the same one she had shown him for the first time when he had worked up the courage to tell her who he really was. Jason knew that, even though she tried to hide it, that smile was filled with sadness.

"This is what we are used to. Nobody taught us to love, we don't know how to do it any other way."

Silence fell over them. He wasn't going to deny what she said, they both knew it was true. She was like the fine rain that fell before the storm. That storm was him.

"You are dangerous" he confessed to her, slurring his words. "and you make me feel things that I don't wanna... I can't feel"

"And you are unmatched," she replied, her eyes never left him "but you can't get away from me."

Another truth. Every time he tried to get away from her, he found it impossible. It was like a magnetic force that forced them to stay together, even if it hurt them. They both knew it was like that, but as much as it hurt them, they found comfort in it.

"I could destroy you. And you me." His voice became halting, so much sincerity making him throat dry.

"But we're already doing it, my love." He felt her hand on his, leaving soft caresses. Those that made him feel safe. "but you don't know how to stop"

"I don't want to stop," He replied, his voice full of sincerity. More than a whisper, it was a dagger so thin, you wouldn't feel the cut until you saw the wound.

"Then don't do it. Stay with me." Her voice was broken by repressed sadness, there was a lump in her throat. Her caresses on Jason's hand stopped. She got up from her seat and approached him. They were side by side.

She looked into his eyes, so close that he could feel her hot breath mixing with his. They looked so alike, Jason thought. It scared him.

Her gaze reflected the same thing as his; that pain, the suffering that would haunt them forever. But there was also that speck of hope, the one that kept them going. The one that kept them strong.

He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. A need he didn't know he could feel. In that kiss he tried to convey everything he felt, he knew he wasn't very good with words. His hands traveled to her back, caressing her with a gentleness they could get used to from time to time.

When they broke apart, they were both struggling to control their breathing. All they could hear was their hearts pounding. For a second, Jason forgot about the chaos around him. Right now, all he could think about was her, and the way her lipstick was smeared from the intensity of the kiss. "You're going to drive me crazy."

"I think you already are. But that's what makes it interesting, isn't it?" She replied, trying to remove the lipstick stain from her face.

Jason smiled. It wasn't something that happened very often, but when he was with her, the world didn't seem so bad. He knew it was wrong to live in a bubble, that at some point, reality would hit him. But he wanted to freeze time, hold her, and forget about everything.

"Even in the end, Jason Todd, you know how much I love you"

"Until the end, then." He sealed his promise with a kiss, knowing that they were doomed to never escape from each other.

[wanderingblindly]

oooooooooh omg Paranormal Investigaytion but oscar actually is a vampire (in whatever interpretation you want lol) for the celebratory prompts?? that fic is so funny to me, i love it 🧛💛

it's so funny that you should ask this, because when I originally wrote paranormal investigaytion, I heavily considered making oscar a vampire for real hahahhha. It wasn't until the very end that I made the final call, so here's that scene from a new angle <33 Celebratory prompt list here!

Paranormal Investigaytion: VampOsc Version

He can't wait anymore. Loudly and without a hint of tact, Lando nearly explodes, "You can bite me if you want to!"

Oscar's eyes blow wide. The silence in the wake of Lando's exclamation is nearly deafening, filled only with his racing pulse.

Finally, Oscar manages to string together a few sounds. "I can… what?"

"What you were gonna say, that you're, you know. You can bite me."

Oscar blinks at him, mouth agape. "What… I was – I was here to say…?"

Simultaneously:

"That you're a vampire."

"That I like you."

Simultaneously again:

"What?"

"How?"

Lando stares at Oscar blankly, brain unable to decide which of this realizations was more important: Oscar likes him. He was right. But Oscar likes him, that's – but he's a vampire, it's –

"So you did magic me to get in the door," Lando accuses, pointing his finger like a lame TV detective, breaking down the expert crime.

Oscar looks like he's going to be sick. "I would never – why would you –" He stutters, trying to shove his hands in his pockets and failing, stuck on the knuckles. "Can we, um. What I said, I think that's kind of… important."

"And the vampire thing isn't?" Lando's voice is too loud; Oscar flinches.

"I mean, it is, but –"

"You can still bite me, I meant that."

"I'm not gonna bite you, Jesus, mate. I just –"

"But you like me, don't you?"

"Oh, so now you wanna talk about it?" Oscar finally gets his fingers unstuck, shoving them deep in his pockets, shoulders raised – defensive. His face is hard to read, a complicated storm of emotions that Lando's pretty sure he's never seen before. Stressed ranking high on the list.

It makes Lando's energy come crashing down, nearly manic victory turning into something softer, more gentle. He mumbles, more to himself than anything, "Oh."

"Oh." Oscar repeats, looking at Lando with that carefully impassive face.

Maybe Oscar liking him was another bit of evidence, the final piece to the puzzle. Because if Oscar likes him, and he's the one that keeps thinking about – fantasizing about – Oscar biting him maybe that means…

Lando's eyes blow wide.

"Do I like you?"

"Um." Oscar blinks, stunned. "Hopefully?"

"Oh my god," It dawns on him slowly, so slowly that he'd be embarrassed if it was anyone other than Oscar. "Oh my god, I do."

"You do?"

"I do!" Lando giggles, the rush of finally figuring it out tingling down to the tips of his fingers. In an instant, he's closed in on Oscar's space, throwing his arms around his neck and tugging them close – breathing him in. "I like you, idiot."

"I'm the idiot?" Oscar unthaws at his touch, shoulders relaxing, hands slowly leaving his pockets to cautiously wrap around Lando's waist.

"Well I'm the one that figured out the vampire thing, so." Lando smiles into his neck. "Why're you, like, warm? Not very dead of you."

"That's your first question?"

Lando hums, considering. "No, I've got a better one." He leans back in Oscar's arms, just enough to face him – nearly nose to nose. "Can you bite me?"

Oscar huffs out a laugh, his breath intoxicatingly… vampiric. Or something. Lando will ask about that later. But his eyes crinkle, beautiful and warm and so, so close to Lando's that he just wants to – "How about a kiss first?"

"Bit traditional," Lando pretends to wrinkle his nose, stomach aflutter at the way Oscar said it – voice quiet and low, just for him.

"Is that a –"

Lando cuts him off, tightening his grip on Oscar's neck and closing the space between them – pressing their lips together softly, answering his question without words. And maybe, maybe if he slides his tongue into Oscar's mouth just right, he'll find his fangs.

No one said a kiss and a bite had to be two separate things, right?

[starry-bi-sky]

tales of the passerine - danny fenton being bruce wayne's first kid

okay okay. so this is like a continuation/elaboration of my oneshot/prompt i wrote about the idea that Danny was the first batkid. We have a lot of aus where he joins the family after the rest of the bats do, right? So hey! Lets shake things up a bit. Danny is the first to be adopted by Bruce Wayne.

Danny's parents and unfortunately Jazz die shortly after the events of TUE -- how so? I was gonna say an ecto-filter explosion, that would call back to the TUE explosion and trauma behind that. But lets do something new! Carbon-monoxide poisoning.

It's not too unexpected for something to break in the Fenton house, especially with the Fenton parents' questionable understanding of proper weapon handling and lab safety. The water heater broke from a stray shot by one of the weapons, and was promptly MacGyver'd incorrectly. Danny went to stay with Tucker for a guys' night, and came back to a dead silent house.

(Danny's neighbors got a very unfortunate shock when he ran to the next house over in hysterics.)

There was a lot of shuffling around with CPS, the police. People had to be called in to handle the equipment in the lab, and the GIW was rumoring to show up in aid to clearing the scene. When Danny heard of that, he immediately went and dismantled the ghost portal to the best of his abilities. He burned the physical blueprints of all his parents' inventions, their blueprints on the ghost portal, and their most dangerous weapons were destroyed beyond recognition. Anything to prevent the GIW from getting their hands on his parents' tech.

It opened up another investigation, but he was not under the list of suspects. He was placed in the care of Vlad Masters, where they then went back to the rebuilt castle mansion in Wisconsin. Danny, terrified of the future that has once passed and may do so again, shuts down in his grief. Inadvertently, he ends up somewhat repressing his ghost half. Something Vlad, who is grieving Madeline but relishing in Jack's demise and his custody of Daniel, is not very happy with.

Vlad's... gone into a bit of a mental health spiral. He's becoming increasingly possessive over Daniel, the final remnants of his friends and a liminal being like him. He doesn't like that Danny's repressing his ghost half -- both out of genuine concern as a ghost, but also because of his desire to control Danny and groom him into the perfect son. If you ever had a phase where you read Dark SBI found family fics, first off; me too bro, and second off; those are the vibes I'm thinking of.

Danny's mentally shut down from grief! And fear. He's dropped into a bad depressive state -- paralyzed with grief and the terror of the inevitable. Clockwork saved his parents because he believes in second chances, but what's the point of that when his family ended up dead anyways? Danny doesn't wanna believe that he's destined to become evil, and he's holding out onto that hope, but it's a thin line, and he feels utterly hopeless and trapped. He hasn't used his powers or ghost form since he trashed the lab, and Vlad has alarms set up to prevent him from trying to escape.

He's also unintentionally cut off Sam and Tucker -- both of whom are so scared and concerned for Danny too, and are trying their damndest to reach out to him. He keeps ignoring their texts. Danny basically haunts Vlad's manor. He goes out to eat if he has to, attends parties Vlad drags him to, and stays in his room all day if he can.

At parties, Vlad doesn't allow Danny to leave his side, or really talk to anyone -- not that Danny wants to. A product of Vlad's increasing possessiveness. Well, he almost doesn't let Danny leave his side. Danny has a habit of slipping off to hide somewhere for the parties whenever he can, and Vlad reluctantly allows it so long as he stays alone.

This becomes an advantage when eventually, Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham after missing for years, and holds a bright charity ball to celebrate the return. Vlad has been chomping at the bits to get his hands on Wayne Industries, and with the return of its owner there is no better opportunity to wipe out his rival. He goes, and he as normal, brings Daniel with him.

Vlad thinks Wayne will bleed his little heart out for Daniel's poor orphan sob story -- he's a fellow orphan himself, after all. He's not wrong; Wayne's little heart will bleed, just not in the way that benefits him.

Bruce sees Vlad and Danny approaching before they're even close enough to introduce themselves - and like with many of the children he will soon come to care for, it's like someone set a mirror into the past right in front of him.

Danny Fenton's suit is tailor-made for him, and despite the fact that it's his perfect size, the sag in his shoulders, the ducked down head, and the way he hunches into himself all pictures the image of a child in shoes too big for him. There's a far away, glazed over look in his eyes and grief marble-cut into the lines of his face. There's not enough makeup in the world that will hide the dark circles under his eyes.

("My nephew, Daniel Fenton." Vlad's hands are possessive on Danny's shoulders. Bruce immediately notices the way the boy tenses under his touch. "His parents passed recently, and as his godfather I was designated his guardian.") ("I'm so sorry, the loss must've been terrible.") ("Yes, carbon-monoxide poisoning caused it. Daniel was out with friends, when he came home... they had already passed.") (Bruce immediately dislikes that Vlad shared the details of their death unprompted -- he likes it even less when Danny flinches at the reminder and hunches into himself.)

Danny runs off at some point earlier into the charity. At this point, parties are still being held at Wayne Manor (because iirc google search mentioned that was a thing at first before it was changed), so he disappears and hides in one of the empty rooms nearby. It just so happens to be the same room Bruce Wayne hides in when he needs a break from all of the socialization.

Thus begins a long, long process of trust. Bruce can't reveal his hand as being smarter than he looks, but he can be compassionate. Kindness needs no measure of intelligence. He keeps Danny company for as long as he can before he runs the risk of being found.

Rinse and repeat. Vlad insistently wants Wayne Industries, and he'll go to as many Wayne parties as he can to get his hooks into the man. The problem is that Bruce Wayne is never alone, and getting him alone is impossible. Finding him too. It's like the man never stops moving. Always talking to someone, always circling somewhere. He orbits around the room as if he isn't the sun of the Gotham Elite's solar system.

Danny's had such repetitive behavior that Vlad never thinks to believe that Bruce Wayne is disappearing to go talk to him. That "Vlad's" son is even interacting with him at all. Danny never gives him a reason to think so, and neither does Bruce.

Danny doesn't actually acknowledge Bruce until a handful of parties in, where he hands Bruce a small slip of paper he smuggled in that says; "don't trust Vlad". Danny's face stays carefully blank, but he's so tense that his hands are trembling, and he's purposely looking away from him. Bruce plasters a smile onto his face, slips the paper into his pocket, and tells him "okay".

(he's been busy with his own goals with the mafia, but he sets aside time to investigate Vlad Masters. He was holding off. Until now.)

Danny does eventually start speaking to Bruce, he's starting to really like the guy. He's starting to see a little hope, even as Vlad is starting to get more and more agitated with him the more he refuses to use his powers.

He reaches out to Sam and Tucker again, and starts trying to reconnect with them. Vlad has spyware on his phone, and he limits the amount of times he can talk to them. A weird parental control lock of some sort that leaves a time limit on how long he can talk to them for. 30 minutes. Danny doesn't tell them anything about Mr. Wayne.

Danny, slowly, wants out of here, and he's slowly gathering the motivation to do it. Vlad is genuinely scaring him -- and Danny wonders just how truthful the past-future Vlad was when he told him that Danny wanted his ghost half separate. He starts trying to come up with an escape plan.

Vlad has anti-ghost wards everywhere around the mansion, and while they're always on, they boost to full power at sunset. The doors and windows are always locked, all main exits have alarms set on them. The only reason it's not super extensive is because Danny hasn't tried leaving at all yet, so Vlad hasn't had to tighten anything.

At night, Vlad locks the door to his room and puts up an anti-ghost ward around the room. The mansion is on the outside westward side of Madison, more entrenched in rural Wisconsin. The closest town is a four-way stop sign with one house on three corners, and an open bar on the fourth. Not much to go.

He refuses to go to Sam and Tucker; Vlad would look there first. It's too dangerous. Vlad would sound alarm bells and have a manhunt looking for him, Danny can't risk going just anywhere. Too much risk of being found, sold out, or caught. There's really nowhere for him to hide.

Until there is. Bruce is telling Danny about the history of Wayne Manor, and says, as casually as saying the weather; "The manor has dozens of empty rooms, I'm sure Alfred wouldn't mind filling another one if he could." And quietly, hesitantly, Bruce places a careful hand on Danny's shoulder, unrestrictive and gentle; "He wouldn't mind getting one ready for you if you need one."

And there it is. There's his out.

Danny, just as quietly, replies; "I'll keep that in mind."

The ball starts rolling.

Now I've been trying to summarize this au as much as possible for length convenience, but Vlad has been steadily growing more and more controlling. More emotionally manipulative. More agitated at Danny for not using his powers.

He wants Wayne Industries under his thumb but he's been steadily growing more and more concerned with Danny. He's started grabbing him, yanking him around, shaking him; trying to goad him into using his powers. He gets angry when Danny doesn't react, or tells him he doesn't want to use his powers. He hasn't outright attacked him, but he's getting there. This has been happening over the time it takes for Bruce to indirectly offer Danny sanctuary at his home.

It all comes to a head when Vlad stops going to parties at all -- something Danny has to pretend he isn't upset about -- because Vlad doesn't want him around other people anymore. Vlad rarely goes now without him, and only leaves to go to a Wayne function or to handle something at VladCo.

Danny can't wait for Vlad to leave long enough to escape. So he leaves during the night of a big storm. Vlad's locked him in his room, but Danny doesn't bother trying to go for it; he goes to the alarmed window instead. Danny's been repressing his ghost half so long that he can't access his powers immediately anymore -- he can feel it, he knows its there, but he can't quite reach it.

He breaks the lock by hand.

Immediately the alarm goes off through the entire castle, filling the room with red, and he scrambles for the rope the Wisconsin Ghost left for him a few months back. Danny's already out and climbing down the side of the castle before Vlad even reaches his door -- the only good thing about the entire room being ghost-proof is that Vlad can't get in that way.

The rope ends before it reaches the bottom, and he's still twenty feet in the air. It won't kill him if he lands it right. Danny takes his chances, and drops. He breaks his ankle, but he survives.

And he fucking books it to the back garden. He hears Vlad shrieking over the thunder and rain.

I'll save the full experience for a future oneshot, but Danny makes it out into the nearby woods and forcibly experiences what it's like to be in a horror game, trying to hide from the thing that's hunting you. There's only one thing going through his mind; "i'm going to die"

I have this mental image for this scene. Very stereotypical horror imo. Where Danny is hiding behind a tree, with a hand over his mouth, and Vlad is a few feet away from him, glowing ominously red through the trees, trying to search for him.

Danny doesn't get away from this unscathed, but he does get away alive. That's all he could ask for. He gets away by getting his ghost half awakened long enough to transform into Phantom and fly to Gotham.

But he gets to Wayne Manor, he gets to Bruce. Or, at least, Alfred answers the door from his insistent pounding. Danny's just in tears and Alfred gets him in the living room, wrapped in a towel, with ice on his swollen leg before he has to step out and alert Bruce.

Bruce already breaks multiple traffic laws on a nightly basis. And that's just with the sheer existence of the batmobile itself, not including the speeding and military artillery attached. He breaks double the amount trying to speed back to the cave and get out of the suit.

Right off the bat: Bruce will know, at least before Dick enters the picture, about danny's powers. He'll figure out something considering the fact that Danny traveled from Wisconsin to New York in a single night. That'll be a bit of complicated affair, but I've already got something in mind.

Actually it'll probably be very soon after Danny joins the family, because Bruce tries to offer to fight for custody for Danny - the state Danny was in at arrival is clear enough evidence for a trial. But Danny immediately shuts it down, says it's not going to work and then Vlad will know Danny's with him and he won't be safe. He tells him that Vlad cannot know Danny was with Bruce.

Danny's biggest regret was not telling his parents he was a halfa, and while he doesn't want to tell mister wayne (yet), he does tell him about Vlad being one. He needs to know why Danny can't be seen with Bruce. So he tells him, and Danny's current plan is to just hide out from Vlad until he turns 18. That way, he has no more legal jurisdiction over him. After that? He's not sure.

And to wrap this up, since this has already gotten very long and I can make more posts about this au later; I've thought about it, and I'm going to say that Danny does become a vigilante before Dick enters the scene. He goes by, as you probably guessed; Nightingale. "Gale" for short.

[nobodybetterlookatme]

nah cuz I would pass away if someone asked me if I was into them 😭 but CONGRATS ON GETTING THE DATE!! I hate to say we told you so, but we definitely told you so 😌💅

Bro I literally short circuited lmaoooo like it was not cute and I almost died fr. But yeah, date secured ahskaksk y'all were right 😭 it still feels so surreal lmao I'm still vibrating about it

[pikachu-deluxe]

would be nice if i could look at myself in the mirror and be able to say i'm looking at me

[seventh-district]

Could've left me just the way you found me, but you came and put your wings around me. You went out of your way, to fix what you didn't break.

This song is so incredibly Sam & Darlin' coded and no one can tell me otherwise.

[lots of lyrical analysis below the cut] [there's also a short little fanfic blurb of them stargazing down there too (this post got really out of hand lmao)]

For those not fully caught up, note that the following commentary contains various spoilers for Sam and Darlin's stories.

Note: Unfortunately this song is gendered, using the word 'girl' several times. Which sucks a little bit for immersion purposes, not only for keeping Darlin' gender-neutral, but also because I see this song as a duet between them, and Darlin' obviously wouldn't be addressing Sam with the word 'girl' either. So! As with most songs on their playlist, we're just gonna mentally omit any gendered terms we come across.

Side note: Frustratingly, this is one of those songs that didn't really even need to gender the subject in the first place. No part of the story or message is lost without it. But alas, many songs are like that, and so the playlist-makers of the world shall continue to suffer. [/lh]

Anyways, preamble's over. It's lyric time now yay!

Sam's Part

I was a ten-year train wreck

Technically for Sam I suppose it was 13 years, but ten is close enough (and 'ten' admittedly flows a lot better in the rhythm of the song than 'thirteen' would.) Anyways, we're not here to split hairs, (I have to remind myself), we're just here to point out similarities.

In Sam's Dec. '22 HBW, he says "For the last 13 years or so I haven't had to care too much about how I look. Seemed a little redundant after turnin', considerin' I didn't wanna be around much'a anybody anyway."

I think he's mentioned or alluded to that roughly 13 year period of time more than once, but that's the one I remember best so it's the example I'm using. There's still about 4 Sam audios I've yet to listen to as of making this post, so if I'm missing some Key Lore I'll edit this later. But for now, I don't think Sam has given many specifics on exactly how bad things got during that time. Luckily, 'train wreck' is a pretty broad and subjective term, so it easily covers any degree to which he may have fallen apart during those years.

It also feels like a very 'him' way of quickly brushing over the details of his past/his hurt, as he seems to tend to do with Darlin', (not all the time ofc but it's still something I've noticed) putting his own hurt on the backburner to prioritize and attend to theirs. Even outside of his dynamic with them, I think as a healer, it's something he learned to do. And now he does it with everyone. Put on a brave face, compartmentalize things and unpack them later, etc. I could go on and on but there'll be time for that in other posts I'm sure. For now, lets get back to the song at hand.

With a last-call longneck

Due to personal reasons, I've yet to decide if I want to HC him as having used alcohol as a coping mechanism during that time. I don't recall him having mentioned alcohol much, if at all, (maybe one mention of whiskey that I don't have time to find right now) so I don't think it's necessarily canon that he did, but it's certainly possible. My personal preferences aside, I'll admit it makes for some good additional angst. (And- self-indulgently- it makes some other songs on my playlist for them more fitting.) So, for the sake of this song, let's imagine that he did.

I was searchin', I'd been hurt real bad

This one feels pretty self-explanatory given what Alexis did, (and, if you wanna get even angstier with it, whatever his family did earlier on in his life) so there isn't much commentary to add on my end.

I HC that in spite of 'not wanting to be around anybody', he- like Darlin- still had a tiny part of himself buried deep down that was, in a way, 'searching' for someone to find solace in. (No this isn't me projecting onto them both haha what are you talking about-)

Movin' on, gettin' sidetracked One step forward and five back

This is generally applicable enough that I don't feel the need to give too much of a specific example. Anyone who's recovered or is recovering from trauma knows this non-linear, back-and-forth struggle well already, and I'm sure he was no stranger to it.

If I were to give some examples though, I could point to Darlin's (and subsequently, Sam's) encounter with Alexis at the summit, or the shit that Quinn dredged up about Fredrick and threw at Sam in the interrogation room. Those are both more recent examples and I imagine these lines of the song to be coming from a place of him prior to meeting Darlin', but still, they're some instances where I'm sure he felt like the past was pulling him back in. I'm sure that there's been many throughout those 13 years that we were never witness to.

Not your fault, I was scared to fall

This line reminds me of their 'Cuddles and Confessions' audio. I don't think he ever explicitly said he was 'scared' per se, so afaik there's no specific line I can quote, but in that and every audio prior, he was obviously hesitant to admit, perhaps even to himself, that he was gradually falling for them. Even after the initial confession, there's certain limits of his (e.g. biting) that he carries for far longer, and some that I (and others) HC that he'll carry forever. So this line feels to me like him reassuring Darlin' that his reluctance isn't the fault of them, but his past.

Darlin's Part

You were the star in the pitch black Shine the way on the way back

We don't have any canon instances of them comparing Sam to a star, but I can see it being something they'd say (perhaps less poetically, but the sentiment would be there) one night while laying up on their roof watching the stars with him. Maybe they're dead-tired, talking nonsense with lidded eyes at the end of a long day, fighting sleep in favor of more time spent with him.

"What- what're you pointin' at Darlin'?"

Their hazy focus is trained on the brightest star visible in their line of sight, arm stretched out to the sky above them. "That really bright one, to the... to the left."

Sam does his best to follow their less-than-specific directions of 'to the left', their pointed finger doing little to help given the difference in perspective. Luckily, after all these years, he knows this stretch of night sky like the back of his hand, so it isn't hard to locate the brightest one. Ghosting his fingers up along their arm, he takes their hand in his and brings it back down to earth. "Okay, yeah, I see it now. What about it though?"

"That's you." They say, matter-of-factly.

"That's me?" He questions, humor in his tone.

"Mhm." They nod with finality, blinking slow.

Sam considers the odd statement for a moment before gently correcting them. "I'm uh, I'm pretty sure that's Sirius, actually."

They scoff. "I am being serious."

Sam stifles a laugh into their hair. "No- no I mean- like... what's another name for it... Oh! It's also called the Dog Star."

"C'mon Sam, at least call it the Wolf Star if you're trying to turn this around on me..."

He shakes his head and readies himself to explain further, but they cut him off before he can start. "But no- no, this one isn't about me. That's you."

He decides to play along, finding something endearing in their overtired nonsense. "Okay... then would'ja be so kind as to explain to this confused old man just how, or why that star is me?"

Their frown is audible in their voice as they latch onto the wrong part of his sentence. "You're not old, Sam. ...Do I need to tell Asher to kick the jokes down a notch?"

He smiles at their over-protectivity. "There'll be no need for that, now. Was just a joke, darlin', I promise."

They huff, but thankfully shift focus back to the prior topic. "It's... I dunno. It's just you, Sam. It's... bright. Light. Something warm, out there in the cold dark. Standing out amongst all the rest. Calling to me, stealing my attention. I... I didn't come out here looking for it, but there it is. ...There you were. In the dark. The only bright thing I'd seen in... fuck, in years. Years of chasing fleeting warmth, tripping over myself in the pitch black, falling into... places 'n people I shouldn't have. You were the light in that darkness. Even there, surrounded by the ghost of him. You outshone it. Your warmth didn't hurt. I didn't have to squint when I looked at you. You weren't the blinding sun. You were the brightest star I'd ever seen. You guided me back home."

In the back of their mind, they recall something they once heard, something about light, and time, and distance. Space. Something about... how you can see a star that's already burnt out, because it's light hasn't reached earth yet. The ghost of a star that's already died. Only still perceptible thanks to time, and distance.

They remember Sam's words, once whispered to them on this very roof.

"Whatever your choice is... I'm not gonna live forever. I made that decision a long time ago."

They think about dead stars.

They think about time.

"...-lin'? Darlin'?" Sam's calloused hand slides up their forearm, pulling them out of their thoughts. "There you are. Think I lost ya' for a minute there... you good?"

They look up at Sam, concern creasing his features, shadows cast across his face from the light of the dying stars above him.

They reach out, pulling him down into them. Burying their face into his collar, Sam's concern grows when he feels it saturate with tears. A human might struggle to hear their words, muffled against the thick fabric, but his hearing catches it just fine.

"Don't burn out too quick. Please. I still need you here. I don't- I don't wanna be left in the dark again. Please, please Sam. Don't leave me here. I'm not selfish enough to ask you for forever, but please. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet."

.......Whoopsies! Really, genuinely didn't mean to improv an entire scene there, good god. Also didn't mean to swerve hard into angst at the end but uh. that's what came out! so I'm rolling with it lmao. Aaanyways let's move on, it's getting late and this is a song analysis post, not a fic.

Out of nowhere, answered all my prayers

'Out of nowhere' reminds me of Sam's words from the same HBW video I referenced earlier. "You came into my life like a damn wreckin' ball. There was no preparing for that, clothing or otherwise." While those were Sam's words, not Darlin's, I still feel like they feel similarly to how suddenly Sam came into their life as well. (Not in a bad way, mind you!)

[the significance of 'answered all my prayers' edges into my own personal more headcanon-y/personal/OC-ified Darlin' territory, so we can just gloss over this one for the sake of at least attempting to keep this more universally applicable]

Picked up the towel that I threw in Took in a heart that was ruined

Again, largely self-explanatory I feel. (*proceeds to explain anyways*) I imagine that Darlin' was at the point of throwing in the towel, hellbent on a solo-mission to find Quinn regardless of the danger it posed to them. I doubt they were looking toward the future anymore, (to reference Sam,) fully willing to throw themself at their problems until they really did break.

The specific use of 'ruined' hits hard here, because after everything they went through with Quinn, and especially after he recounted it all to Sam in that interrogation room, I imagine that they really, truly did feel ruined.

Showed me the past ain't a tattoo Loved me even when you didn't have to

These lines in particular make me sick with emotion every time I hear this song, because I feel like they hit the nail on the head for how Darlin' feels.

I'll be here citing various quotes all night that I feel showcase that sentiment, but we don't have time for that! So instead I'm just pointing to the entirety of 'Quinn's Aftermath' video, and leaving you with this single quote from it.

"Everything that he said reflects nothin' on you, and everything on him."

Equally Applicable Lines

And I don't know why Why you saw something in me, baby But you saw right through All the pain, and you came and saved me Yeah, I know you didn't leave me lonely Weren't the one that put the heartbreak on me Picked up the pieces It wasn't the mess that you made Could've left me just the way you found me But you came and put your wings around me You went out of your way To fix what you didn't break

Again, I think these lines are all pretty self-explanatory, and are just as accurate coming from either one of them. To me, at least, their entire dynamic is that they saved each other, in their own ways.

(But I will admit, the final verses about 'going out of your way to fix what you didn't break' are definitely conjuring up memories of Sam in the early days, literally going out of his way to visit and heal Darlin' after their fight with the two vamps. In general, his continued/repeated healing of them after they once again hurt themselves is the very literal definition of fixing what he didn't break.

But! While we may have more blatant examples of Sam being 'the fixer' so to speak, I think he'd argue that Darlin' has done plenty fixing of their own. Physical wounds aren't the only things that need healing, after all.)

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[shameless self-promo of my Sam & Darlin' playlist for those few of u interested enough to make it to the very end of this wall of text. if u liked this then u might like some of the other songs on there soooo maybe go check it out and maybe perhaps give it a follow so i can get a little serotonin boost or dopamine or whatever the chemical is that's released when Number Go Up. ...okay that's it i hope u enjoyed my fixation-induced ramblings! thank u and goodnight]

[myatlantispoets]

Ik i sound like such a stereotypical straight woman rn but. How do i ask my bf for flowers without asking my bf for flowers

[creatediana]

"Lines Written Hastily on Someone Else's Desk" - a poem written 3/27/2024

I have to sneak into your desk— I've calculated every risk— I have to test out all your pens and blot out with them my chagrins. I have an urge for every ink— for every mark I make I rank the color and the thickness.—In my rainbow correspondent brain this is the peak of knowledge—yes, the summit of my study's bliss. I snoop and steal to these fair ends— my paper keeps exotic winds.

[sl33py-g4m3r]

pkmn home and might restart violet~~

finally resubscribed to pokemon home subscription after having it a long time ago and then canceling it~~

I have half of the boxes full~~

mainly just a question aimed at myself but idk~~

thought about rifling through all of them to save the shinies and legendaries and getting rid of everything else to start over with scarlet and violet~~

(also wanted to restart violet to replay it again but almost the entirety of the pokedex is done :( screw the pokedex and start over cause I want to? or don't start over at all? I can probably do it all again~~ just save the shinies and what legendaries I have I guess~~)

boxes are mainly filled with random stuff, almost an entire box of shinies from my shiny hunting in sun, moon, ultra sun, ultra moon and pokemon x, and those hunts were a while ago.... no lets go ones I don't think. lots of oshawott and eevee so bet I can guess what younger me was hunting when I actually was shiny hunting.

hadn't shiny hunted for a while~~~~

wonder if I do start my game over again, what's my first shiny gonna be?

also idk what kind of run I'm gonna be doing~~ just casually play through it? or make it a monotype only?

If I do the latter, then what? thinking either monotype psychic or fairy~~ but idk...

idk what type I'm best with... might realistically irl be a normal type trainer if pokemon existed irl.... I'm pretty average, lol

how do you choose a type to monotype?

tho I did (when I used to pokegen and hack gen 4 games) crush cynthia's team in platinum with lucian's team~~ but I just copied and used his team~~ doesn't mean I'm good with the psychic type, lol

idk what type I'm good at playing with~~ rip

what are the rules for terastralization anyway? if I do a monotype can I use the pokemon if it's tera type is the type I'm soloing the game with? gym leaders do that...

also found an app to help with shiny hunting but you need an account for it? why??? I'll just use a random counter app I downloaded a while ago just for this purpose, lol. cause the other one that I was using for shiny hunting stopped working a long time ago...

but usually I don't count my hunts, I just go until something shines~~

[keeps-ache]

alright, perhaps it is time to start colourmaxxing

[strawberrycamel]

Communal DPxDC tag blocklist

heyy, so i'm just gonna share all the tags i've been using to block DPxDC posts bc i think it might be helpful for others trying to avoid those crossover posts.

First, the official tag that is meant to be used for dp and dc crossover posts is DPxDC (without spaces) and you are not supposed to tag either of the main fandoms when you make a DPxDC post.

That being said, my blocked tags are:

(edit: put under a readmore bc its a bit long)

anger management prompt

anger management ship

batpham

dan phantom x jason todd

danny phantom batman

danny phantom dc

danny phantom dc crossover

danny phantom x batman

danny phantom x batman crossover

danny phantom x dc

danny phantom x dc comics

danny phantom x justice league

danny phantom x young justice

danny x jason

dc x dp

dc x dp anger management

dc x dp au

dc x dp crossover

dc x dp fic

dc x dp fic idea

dc x dp prompt

dc x dp writing prompt

DC+DP

dcxdp

dcxdp crossover

dcxdp prompt

dp + dc

dp anger management

dp dc

dp dc crossover

dp x batman

DP x Batman DC

dp x dc

dp x dc anger management

dp x dc au

DP X DC Batman

dp x dc crossover

dp x dc fanfic

dp x dc fic

dp x dc headcanon

dp x dc prompt

dp x yj

dp/dc

DPDC

dpjl

DPxDC

jason todd x dan fenton

jazz x jason

jazz/jason

Ra's x Jazz

tim drake x danny fenton

There is also the option to put things in 'Filtered Post Content' which is right below 'Filtered Tags' and I've recently started to use it to block

DPxDC

As noted in the last reblog of this post, you can go full scorched earth in Filtered Post Content with one fandom to try and avoid DPxDC crossover posts as well. This doesn't work personally for me, since I like both fandoms separately, but it might be useful for others.

Please feel free to add to the blocklist!

[bpdbunnyy4ngel]

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[claitea]

Okay so, my tip for ocṭopath is that, if you're able to afford both, get both, if you can only get one of them, and you've got the money for it, get the second one, unless the characters of the first one appeal to you more.

OT1 isn't a bad game, but OT2 is objectively better in every way imo, and you don't really need to know anything about the first one to play it. If you plan on playing both of them either way, maybe start with OT1 bc it'll feel a lot clunkier if you do it the other way around, since OT2 has a lot of QOL improvements that OT1 doesn't have (like the 3x battlespeed, more varied animations and chapters and fully voiced cutscenes, for example). The characters in both are fun though. OT1 follows the archetypes of the main cast more closely, while OT2 usually tries to subvert them a little more, they're all very charming in their own way!

Anyway sorry for the long ask, but yeah I personally like octọpath a lot, and highly recommend checking it out! If you've got any doubts about whether or not you'd like it, both OT1 AND OT2 have demos you can play first! It's pretty neat

ooooo this is useful thank you!! i'll give the demo a go later today i think, steam didnt have it so i didnt know it was a thing at all lmao

[starrycat123-blog]

oksies hi starting a new thread of get to know you

haii I'm moth and also thea you may call me any nickname as well <3

I love musicals so so much (niche and popular!! basic-shaming is lame)

I am superhero obsessed (augh pied piper)

doctor who is my autism (yay river sonf!!!!)

good omens heoughhhhhhhh

super excited to meet you <3333333

Hi moth!! You can call me tetra. Don't worry that's not my real name or anything tho. I took it from the concept of tetrachords in music.

If we're generous about what we call superheroes, then maybe most of the things I like are superhero based. I mean obviously there's marvel and dc, but then there's stuff like dpxdc, sonic the hedgehog (idk if I've ever heard him called a superhero but he kinda is), if we count magical girls then like. Sailor moon and madoka magica

I haven't seen any episodes of good omens, but I read a really good fanfic of Crowley going to therapy a while back, and a couple funny ones with like yelp reviews of Aziraphale's bookstore. Plus I love the good omens analysis posts on here. I feel like maybe I half know some of what's happened in the show but also probably haven't scratched the surface. I'm kinda bad at watching TV shows, so there's a lot of stuff that I know from fandom but haven't seen. For another example of that, I've only watched one or two episodes of Sonic Prime. I reblog posts for it and it sounds good but idk. Just bad at it.

I'm a much more casual fan of musicals, I think for the same thing as above where I just struggle to sit and watch something on purpose. But I listen to the music from them sometimes, I've read transcripts online of a couple, and i swoon whenever I see a post analyzing the meaning of a musical song, especially when they go beyond lyrics and start going into the music theory in the tune. I don't have the skills or knowledge to do that myself but I love it so much

(when the singer changes their technique to enhance the meaning,, when this or that chord is a step outside the key to symbolize change or isolation or anything,,, using instruments as symbols for this or that character,,, tbh it doesn't have to be a musical even shout out to that youtube video by Scruffy on how fnaf's audio and sound effects make it scarier)

Lately I've been bouncing back and forth between Sonic and DPxDC. With hints of Slay The Princess in there bc I saw part of a playthrough of that awhile ago and loved the concept. I reblog madoka magica stuff whenever I see it (except magia record bc I know next to nothing about it) because that stuff makes me lose my mind. The love the pain the hope the despair!! Homura is probably like my ultimate blorbo but I love all the five girls they're so cool. I actually read the manga instead of watching the show though so I'm not as familiar with all the music. Plus I think the show had some extra scenes. Although it's a little confusing bc I think some of the extra scenes I see are magia record so idk.

Also I'm a fan of arts and crafts and will reblog that kind of thing once in a while, along with cute cat stuff.

Super excited to meet you too!