#yes i did put a danny boy reference in there

[completewannabe]

Necropolis

by serafina (aka me)

cw for images of death/cemeteries (nothing graphic just sad)

i pass the tombstones on my drives

and whisper an ave as i go

a reminder of my past

and futures yet to know

i think about my father

the strong, resilient man

who doesn't cry

who only strives

to protect his loving family

reduced to tears

at the grave of his granny

i think about my mother

the strongest woman i've ever known

reduced to nothing

at her father's tombstone

i fear death.

i have for a while.

i'll sleep when i am dead

but Heaven forbid it ever come.

and yet.

and yet when i see my cousins water the flowers

at their mother's grave

when i see the bright colors and soft smiles

as they whisper her lovely name

i wonder

i wonder.

could we learn to love our loved ones

even when they're six feet under

could we see them for who they are

even when they feel so far

could i whisper my mother and father's names

and water the flowers next to their grave

could i say an ave for them

and they shall hear,

though soft i tread above them,

a smile upon my face

could i?

could i learn to love someone who no longer exists

someone who i don't see

but pretend they still listen

and maybe one day

i'll hug them and they'll say

thank you, baby

for taking care of me..?

[goddamnitmahtin]

Damian’s Babysitter

This is a sequel to this post. Since it was actually based on a wild dream I had, I figured I’de add more.

Danny and Wes found the gala boring as all hell. Almost immediately after showing up, they were sent to off to the “kids room.” Were Danny and Wes full on adults? Yes. But apparently rich people don’t want to look at you if you don’t have access to money they can convince you to give them. Which honestly, fair. Danny and Wes didn’t want to look at the rich people either.

Danny and Wes walked into the room filled with discarded children and found a sofa to sit on. It wasn’t like they were going to actually try to mingle with these children. Most of them were very clearly going to be mean. Most of them that weren’t too young to hold a conversation with were standing around on little cliques gossiping to each other about each other. It was like if you took all of the pettiest 5th graders in the entire state and put them into one room.

“I still can’t believe we are doing this,” Danny said, groaning. This entire thing was such bullshit. The entire atmosphere felt so fake.

“Lucky for us, I brought my laptop so we can just game until it’s time to leave,” Wes said, pulling his laptop out of his bag.

“Oohhh so that’s why you brought a purse,” Danny said, poking fun at the style of the bag. It was duty of a cousin to be a menace after all.

“It is not a purse!” Wes said, laughing. He gave Danny a playful shove before opening the computer and pulling up the game library. All of the games on the laptop were single player so they were going to have to take turns. Danny told Wes to go ahead and go first.

“Daniel Fenton,” said a child’s voice. One that he recognized.

Danny looked up from the computer and smiled, “Damian! What are you doing here bud?”

The child scoffed as if Danny were stupid, “I am here with my father. What are you doing here? You aren’t a part of Gotham’s elite.”

Danny had babysat Damian plenty of times in Metropolis when his father had odd work hours. Never once did he even consider that Bruce was from Gotham. Or part of it’s elite. Danny had always gotten paid well and it was a nice gig so he never really asked questions. But now that he thought of it, if Damian lived in Gotham, why did he want a babysitter in Metropolis?

Wes shoved Danny in the rib, “Danny- I think this kid is-”

“I’m here as a favor to a friend,” Danny said, ignoring the dull pain in his ribs, “Sam Manson.”

The child nodded, “Yes, I know Sam. She is not as pathetic as the other elite spawn.”

Danny laughed, “I agree.”

“Wait, how do you two even know each other? And how come he gets to call you Daniel?,” Wes asked. He had paused his game and was looking back and forth between Danny and Damian.

“Oh this is Damian! I babysit him every once in a while,” Danny sad gesturing to the young boy.

“Yes, when my father has work in Metropolis, I request to spend that time with Daniel when I am not needed,” Damian stated matter of factly, he crossed his arms looking proud of himself as he said, “I gained the right to refer to him as Daniel by proving myself in hand to hand combat.”

Wes gave Danny a look and Danny just shrugged, “He wanted to spar, who was I to say no? The kid has moves and I respect that.”

Danny smiled proudly and so did Damian at the acknowledgment of his fighting prowess. Wes just looked at Danny like he was the stupidest person in the world.

Wes’ judgement didn’t last long as a discord call started to ring on his laptop. Danny watched as his face flushed before answering. He was about to ask who it was but before he could, he heard a crash and then Damian’s voice.

“HEY!”

Then another voice unapologetically, “Sorry! Haha!”

Danny looked to see if Damian was alright just to see him holding a platter like a frisbee one one hand and using the other to flip someone across the room the bird, “Fuck you Tim!” (not really)

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Better Relations

For: @darthfrodophantom and AKelaNakamura

Vlad is very good at plotting and carrying out said plots, that’s how he obtained his vast wealth. He knows how to handle surprises and hiccups, but the surprise of a new halfa is one he could have never expected and absolutely changes his plans.

Vlad stares for a moment at the crumbled boy, shock turning to wonder turning to… anger. Moving towards the unconscious boy, “what did they do to you, dear boy”; shaking his head and moving to pick the child up. Another like him… it was a wondrous thing, a horrid thing. Being the son of that buffoon Jack tells him that this must be that man’s fault. Certainly not dear Madeline’s, far too smart and caring to endanger her own son surely. It’s unlikely to be Daniel’s own fault, or at the least it wouldn’t be entirely Daniel’s fault; a child shouldn’t be messing around with portals after all.

However…

Eyeing the boy as he floats to the boys room, he feels skinny, he can feel mending bones and cuts hidden under the jumpsuit, his hairs a bit ratty. This is not the state of a well cared for boy, not at all. Tucking the boy into bed, perhaps… the revenge plot could wait. The boy pretty clearly did not want his fool of a ‘father’ destroyed or even harmed; for some godforsaken reason.

Transforming back back and landing on the ground, watching Danny seemingly fighting his blankets off of himself, “what happened!”.

Alright, time to put on a show of sorts. Vlad straightening himself up, hands behind his back, and walking forwards, “I was going to ask you the same question, young man”.

“I… must’ve been worn out from the long car trip, I- I’ll be okay in the mourning. I-I’m sorry for the scare”.

Oh the boy is so very nervous, clearly unused to having to hide himself and not a particular skilled liar. How has Madeline not figured out something was off about him yet? Jack it was rather obvious, fool that man was. Combine that with his physical state… Well if those two aren’t going to pay enough attention then Vlad most certainly will. Gladly. The Masters name needs an heir, a powerful one. “Oh what’s a little scare between friends, son? Hmmm? Sleep tight-”, oh surely a father figure should have a nickname for their child, yes indeed. “-Little badger”. Black hair, white hair. Black and white suit. It’s perfect.

The boy quirks an eyebrow at him, “uh, yeah”. Vlad doubts the child’s realized the reference, or jab perhaps, that Vlad was making. Oh well, he’ll learn to be more observant of subtleties in time.

Vlad nodding at the boy before turning to head out of the room, putting a hand on the door frame, “say, do your… parents teach you self defence”.

“Oh, uh, well, my mom yeah?”.

The boy still doesn’t get it. Oh they are very much going to have to work on that.

Vlad grinning, “that’s good, never know with how the world can be. Wouldn’t want you children getting hurt, now would we”, and fully leaves the room. Vlad, thanks to being a halfa, easily hearing the boy mutter, “a little late to not get hurt, ugh I think my arm might be broken a little”, and sighing heavily.

… It should not be that easy to break him. To harm a halfa. He tired much too quickly as well. Definitely not fully formed yet, then. Still very much a child ghost. Hmmm. Yes. Vlad can work with this.

First though… turning invisible he heads into young Jasmine’s room. Leaning his face down over hers. Frowning, she’s pale too, cheek bones too prominent as well, cheeks themselves lacking any youthful baby fat, whatever conditioner she’s using smells cheap. Straightening up and looking to the side table, her headband was well worn…

Neither of these children are well cared for. If Madeline had left Jack, and he for whatever forsaken reason got custody of them, then this would make sense. In fact, he’d applaud these two for still being alive even partially under Jack’s sole care. But surely Madeline would be assuring her children’s well being? Caring, attentive, passionate. She would notice, wouldn’t she?

If it was just Daniel, he could rationalize it as the boy simply adjusting physically to being a halfa and to very clearly picking fights with ghosts. However, Jasmine looks to be in only marginally better shape.

Wandering over to her suit case and poking through it intangibly, these are the clothing of a grown woman not a teenager. Jasmine did seem the type to think herself more mature than she truly was, and she was clearly intelligent. These clothes were certainly bought by her rather than Madeline or Jack. Her socks are even similar to his own, merely of cheaper quality.

Well. At the least it will take little effort to teach this one how to dress herself properly.

The girl brought school work with her, he can’t help but shake his head at that. Being passionate was good, oh so much like her mother, but breaks were a necessity just as much as hard work was. In fact, he always came up with his best ideas when relaxing. A copy of ‘surviving adolescence through therapy’… concerning. It looks incredibly well-read, with plenty of sticky-notes. Opening up to one and there’s scribbled notes about Daniel, about ‘making sure he turns out okay’.

…

Jack is a fool but surely he’s not that bad. That would just be truly impressively pathetic. Granted that man did somehow always manage to surprise him with just how inane he could be.

Then he finds the notebook. It’s not even subtle, labelled ‘evidence’ like it was daring to be paid attention too. Standing up and looking to Jasmine as he flips through it, Madeline specifically had them gargle ectoplasm? Daniel tried to bake himself into a pie and Jack simply thought it was funny? They took apart Daniel’s first telescope for a laser gun? Jasmine had to walk for an hour through snow because they forgot Daniel at a Christmas tree nursery in his baby carrier? Madeline actively cooked rancid ham for thanksgiving three times? Jasmine had to crawl out of her bedroom window when they set the kitchen on fire and left it to ‘burn itself out’? Jasmine beat up multiple rats to stop them from biting her or Daniel?

There are photos. Bruises, frostbite, broken bones, black eyes, moldy food, contraptions with live wires sitting on the couch, grime covered bathroom counters, spilled milk in the fridge growing mushrooms next to samples of ectoplasm, a toaster that looks like a death trap.

Vlad closing the book, putting a few fingers on his chin, and staring at the things cover. This… this wasn’t just Jack. Couldn’t possibly be. And with the way this notebook’s labeled, there’s no way either one of them don’t know about it’s existence. So if it was somehow just Jack, Madeline would know with all of this.

Sighing to himself and shaking his head, moving to put back the books, it would seem that Jack must have managed to ruin Madeline. How unfortunate. That certainly wouldn’t have happened if she had been his.

He had every intention of, at the very least, severely maiming and then framing Jack for a multitude for crimes; along with a firm dose of public humiliation. Enough to ruin him and claim Madeline for himself, the children a nice bonus.

That had very much been the plan.

However, it would seem that Madeline might very well be too far gone, past his ability to fix. The children, well children were impressionable. Workable. Moldable. Especially as Jasmine, smartly, holds some level of contempt for her parents; based off of those books. If he were to guess, Daniel seemingly liking them is partly due to young Jasmine shielding him from their actions.

Turning to leave, he has plans to make. Now he very much knew exactly what Skulker meant by having ‘found something interesting at FentonWorks’. If only that idiot had actually bothered to inform Vlad of what, exactly, he’d found. Surely the man didn’t think he’d be able to hide the existence of another halfa from him, especially one he’s very likely legally the godfather of. It’s truly baffling how Jack still seems to think they’re anything close to resembling ‘friends’.

Phasing down into his lab, “you three, find Skulker and bring him to me”.

“Iz thiz over thatz boy?”.

Vlad scowling a little, “of course it is, now scram”.

One of rolling their eyes at him, “gezz someonez crabby”. Vlad simply narrowing his eyes and charging up an ecto-blast in his hand is enough to get those vultures moving. Must it be so hard to find good minions?

Vlad nods slightly at the crowd, there’s enough people here he supposes; including multiple reporters. He’d still like to absolutely ruin Jack but he needs to gage Daniel first and foremost. Speaking of Daniel…

The boy is slumped at a table looking impressively bored actually. At least he bounces back acceptably, considering the beating he’d received. Though even he knows the lack of any signs of pain is not a good thing.

Vlad makes his beeline and puts a hand on Daniel’s back, trying for both comforting and amused, “well son, you’re looking much better. I was wondering if you could do me a huge favour”.

Daniel actually looks delighted to be given something, anything to do. Brightening up in such a way that it very firmly reminds Vlad that this is a child. “Oh! Sure, mister Masters, but call me Danny. ‘Son’s what my dad calls me”.

Ah not for long. Not for long. “Oh yes yes, of course”, smirking at the boy, which he also doesn’t notice or get concerned by, “now could you go to my lab-”. Even that doesn’t appear to concern him. “-second door on the right upstairs, there’s a present in there for your father, that… I’d like you to bring down. Haha”.

“Okay!”.

Vlad blinks after Daniel as he runs off with a pep in his step…. How dense was this child? Vlad even tried to sound evil just to set off the boys alarm bells, and nothing. No concern. Didn’t even question why Vlad didn’t want to get it himself, or why it was in a lab of all places, or why the present was specifically for Jack.

The ease with which he could be deceive is truly outstanding, a bit pathetic even. Not as pathetic as Jack bouncing up and down on the ‘dance floor’ shaking the ground, though. Oh how he loathes that man.

That lab accident might have cost him his youthful chance at Madeline, and unfortunately led her down an undesirable path, but it has seemingly given him a chance at two very interesting children. Vlad knows very well how to take advantage of what’s given to him, and how to throw away pointless endeavours.

Readjusting his tie and moving to leisurely follow behind Daniel, making a point to stay where Daniel could absolutely see him if he only looked.

…

Daniel never once looks. Vlad understands now how this child has nearly repeatedly killed himself. One of the first things Vlad is doing is teaching him how to read social and environmental queues, oh and basic self preservation.

“Hey, wait a minute. Oh no, no way”.

Ah looks like the boy has finally figured out something was wrong here, took him long enough.

“Those ghosts, they were two of the first ghosts I fought”.

Oh? Well Vlad supposes that’s yet another thing they have in common; they just keep piling up like it’s fate. Jack might’ve helped create this boy, but Vlad would take him as his own. He’ll collect his dues from that man, one way or another.

“And they’re not alone, pup”.

Vlad’s going to have to nip any sense of ownership Skulker might have in the butt. Child ghost or no, skilled hunter or no, there was nothing anyone could offer Daniel that Vlad couldn’t provide better. At least it sounds like Daniel beats Skulker around a little.

Vlad sticking his head in, invisible and intangible, watching Skulker throw a cube at Daniel… a very obvious trap that Daniel simply… doesn’t even try to avoid. Hmmm. Perhaps he was a masochist? That would be preferable over being this dumb and foolish.

“Hey I can’t phase out of this, it’s disrupting my powers!”. Ahh yes, very smart boy, tell everyone around that you’re in a weakened state and that the trap is working as it’s supposed to. Vlad face palms and rubs that hand down his face. This is ridiculous.

Vlad was about to shoot Skulker on the spot when the ghost grabs Daniel’s head and puts a blade to his throat, he has no interest allowing harm to be done to who’s going to be his boy. But Daniel… Daniel just laughs awkwardly and says, “heh, the glowing blade is new?”.

What… what is Vlad going to do with this boy? Vlad pulling his head back out, shaking it, and moving to walk in through door like a proper human being. “Enough! I didn’t free you to kill the boy, Skulker. Your work is done”.

Daniel… Daniel doesn’t even look appreciative of the save, exchanging a confused look with Skulker instead. Then… sticking out his tongue at the ghost when said ghost flies off through the ceiling. Vlad still stands by his choice to never ask about Skulker’s bizarre new interest in purple back gorillas though. Daniel looking at him, at Vlad, and quirking an eyebrow at him, “uh, I have no clue what’s going on here?”.

Yes, that was incredibly obvious. Daniel has the contextual awareness of a brick that’s been smashed with a hammer a few too many times. “Of course not, you’re what? Fourteen?! And related to that utter oaf of a man?!”, Vlad sighing, shaking his head and walking over. Staring down at the boy as the boy glares back up at him. “Boy, you know I went to college with your parents. You can see this lab. I very clearly work in ecto-ology. And you didn’t once think that maybe, perhaps, I have contacts?”, walking around Daniel, who’s not even trying to free himself, “I sent those ghosts, and others, to test your fathers skills. After my dear friend Skulker informed me of something interesting in their house”. Even that doesn’t make the child worried. What? Did he expect that ghosts, well known gossips, would simply keep his existence to themselves? “imagine my surprise when I find you, the second ghost hybrid his foolishness created”.

“Second?”.

Oh for the love of everything. Staring at him, “yes. The second one”. The boy just continues to look confused. He’s… he’s going to have to literally beat this child to teach him anything, isn’t he? Is he going to need to hirer a tutor? Because surely his grades must also be quite abysmal. Vlad levelling the child with an unamused look before transforming into Plasmius and gesturing up and down himself.

“YOU! I’m going ghost!… uh going ghost?”.

Vlad actually wants to strangle him a little now. They have literally already established that he can’t do that right now, that is literally the point of the trap that he is in. Vlad would have thought they were already past this point. There is absolutely no way Vlad can resist mocking him relentlessly, “you have a battle cry, hilarious”, patting the box Daniel’s in, “I, however, have this. And since you seem to be a wee bit dense, which I’m sure you get from Jack, and thus need everything explained explicitly to you otherwise you don’t get it. This a spectral energy neutralizer, meaning you can not ‘go ghost’ as you called it, or use any of your powers. You’re as human as the day you were born, boy”.

“Let me outta here!”.

Vlad drops his hands and just stares at the boy, “does that ever actually work for you? You get caught in something, you ask them to let you out nicely, and they what? Actually do it?”.

“Well, not exactly, no”.

“Then why would ask!”.

Daniel blinks at him then shrugs, “eh it’s worth a shot right?”.

“No!”, Vlad shaking his head and crossing his arms, stepping closer and bending over to have his face in Daniel’s. “you’re not very good at this, are you?”.

Daniel immediately headbutts him. Vlad jerking his head back, “seriously?!”, shaking his head, “look, son-”.

“Not your son”.

Vlad rolls his eyes, “Daniel-”.

“Danny”.

Vlad can’t resist swatting him one over the head this time, “shut up and listen, boy”.

“Hey!”.

Vlad shaking his head and staring down, “Daniel, just how long have you been stumbling through your adolescence trying to get control of those powers of yours?”.

Daniel… Daniel actually answers him honestly like a complete fool. “Like, half a year? Why?”, then furrowing his eyebrows, “hey no trying to distract me. What are you planning?!”.

“Boy I could probably distract you by simply pointing at a squirrel, I wouldn’t have to actually try to distract you at all”. Months! Mere months! Calling him a child ghost was practically an understatement! That means that the boy putting up an ounce of a fight is actually quite impressive and something he can work with quite well. He’ll be strong in time. Pinching the bridge of his nose, “look, Little Badger, I’ve had my powers for twenty years. I have experience, my child, and the capability and power that comes with that experience, you see. I could train you, teach you everything I know, boy”; and quirks his eyebrow expectantly at the child. Daniel doesn’t seem the type to use his powers for personal gain unfortunately.

“Dude, shit seriously? How’d that happen?”.

Is that really the boys response? Glaring, “I worked in a lab with your idiot father, how do you think?”, sighing, “also, you’re not supposed to ask a ghost the how of it, how have you not figured that out already?“.

“Oh shit, sorry man?”.

Vlad’s eye twitches, “you’re not supposed to say sorry to someone who has you locked in a box, Daniel!”.

“Well then let me out!”.

“No! We are having a conversation and I know if I do that, you’ll immediately try to punch me in the face, again”.

Daniel chuckles, “heh, yeah totally”.

Look, Vlad can appreciate the combative nature, it’ll serve the boy well amongst ghosts, but it is mildly annoying right now. “Exactly”, shaking his head, “with time I’m sure you’ll be far more capable than mere punches. Especially if you let me train you”.

“Why would I except that kind of a deal from someone who tried to beat the shit out of me earlier!?”.

Oh so he does have some survival sense. “I was hardly aware that you were a halfa earlier, boy. Nonetheless, likely my godson”, giving the child a very judgmental raised eyebrow, “further you, an unfamiliar ghost, broke into my home, as far as I was aware”.

Daniel blinks, “oh yeah, I guess it coulda been taken that way”, huffing, “not like I knew this was weird vampire ghost guys house”.

“It’s called having style, boy”.

“Whatever you say, old man”.

“At least I don’t walk around everywhere in a jumpsuit, even at a college reunion held in a fancy mansion, of all places”, Vlad shaking his head, “he didn’t even try to tie his tie up all the way”.

At least Daniel has the sense to be embarrassed by that, blushing, “okay yeah, that’s fair”.

“Yes. Yes it is”, crossing his arms and stick his nose up in the air, “and for your information, my clothing used to be a lab coat and rubber gloves”, smirking at the boy, “but it’s a little something called growing up. Which you have very clearly yet to do”.

“Hey!”, Daniel then blinking, “so shit wait my suits gonna change eventually then? Huh”.

“Most likely, yes. Glad you managed to actually pick one thing up without me having to explain it to you explicitly”. Daniel just sputters at him so Vlad shakes his head, leaning back against one of his lab tables, “I have been dropping hints since you woke up, you have managed to miss all of them”, gesturing at the boy, “I was walking behind you the entire way to this lab, you did not notice even once”.

Daniel blushing again, “okay so maybe, maybe, I should pay attention to my surroundings a bit more. But I’m always fine!”.

“Yes, until you are not. Like you were not when you picked a fight with me earlier”.

“I always do better the second time”.

Oh so him getting his butt kicked is a repeated problem? Well… at least he knows how to get back up again and win the second time. Vlad getting up and walking over, leaning down over him, “want to test that theory, Daniel?”.

Daniel blinks owlishly up at him, “uh, rain check?”.

“Smart boy”, straightening up, “now do you or don’t you, want to know how to actually use your powers and improve?”.

“… what’s the catch?”.

Ah finally learning to be suspicious of him, took long enough. Now Vlad would like to demand the boy renounces his fool of a father, but that was clearly going to get him nowhere. Insisting he abandoned Amity Park and his home there, to instead live with Vlad, was also unlikely to yield favourable results. Daniel’s ill-fitting suit and the state of the clothing in his suitcase, also leads him to believe that he doesn’t have much interest in monetary gains. Meanwhile, such monetary gains was Vlad’s entire reason for practising with his own abilities in the beginning. What little research Vlad’s had the time to do, leads him to believe that Daniel is attempting to be some sort of cartoon superhero for Amity Park and its apparent ghost problems. Incredibly childish. The boy likely viewed any training Vlad could provide as something that would be beneficial to his ability to get into fights with ghosts and protect that town. Which Vlad hardly cares an ounce about. Quirking an eyebrow at Daniel, “tell me, what do you think is my reasoning for even considering offering to train you?”.

“Because you’re bored and lonely? A crazed up fruitloop maybe?”.

Vlad stares for a bit before sighing, “at least you’re witty, I suppose. Your mouth must get you punched, a lot”.

Daniel actually smirks proudly at him, “yup!”.

“Regardless, no I am not ‘lonely’ or ‘crazed up’, you child”, shaking his head disbelievingly, “think really hard, have you ever even heard about another halfa? No? Because there aren’t any. Any research, any knowledge, on halfas, guess who has them? Me”, sighing, “but what I know is based off of myself only. No comparisons. Do you know if you’d survive being decapitated?”.

“No? Why would I get decapitated!”.

“You very nearly just were, Daniel”.

“Oh right”.

Vlad sighing again, “the answer is yes, for your information”.

“Huh. Neat I guess”.

“Oh for the love of-”, Vlad walking around a little, “are you not curious how similar we are? Do you not want to have some kind of idea how a halfa might grow and change? To learn exactly how your powers can be applied?”, shaking his head, “even if you decide to just use said powers to play hero”. Putting a hand to his chest, “if you really want a ‘reason’ from me, a ‘catch’ if you will, I want information”, gesturing at the lab around them, “I am a scientist, boy. And I actually have an interest in self preservation”, crossing his arms, “and an heir would be nice”.

Daniel glares at him, “I’m not your son”.

“Go ask your father, I can all but guarantee that I am legally your godfather. Not that the fool would have ever bothered to even attempt to tell me as such”.

“Oh yeah he did call you his best buddy”.

Vlad scowling, “we are not ‘buddies’”.

“I think I’ve figured that one out, dude. You kinda seem to hate him actually?”.

“Of course I do! That man all but killed me! And then couldn’t even be bothered to show up in the hospital for seven years!”. As far as Vlad is concerned, he has every right to completely hate Jack’s entire existence.

Vlad glares before flying up through the ceiling, grabbing a tiny photo album from one if his spare rooms, and phasing back down into the lab. Effectively smacking it, open, on the cube in front of Daniel’s face. Flipping through the hand full of photos that he had of himself while he was in the hospital. “Do you want to guess who took all of these photos? Not your parents, because they couldn’t be bothered to even show up once. No presents. No flowers. No get well soon balloons. No cards. Nothing”. His interest in Madeline is really the only reason he’s not too bothered by her not being there, he’s starting to rethink that stance.

Daniel winces, “oof that’s rough buddy”. Vlad wants to beat this child within an inch of his life. Daniel wincing again, “I mean? At least they didn’t try to bury you in their backyard?”, shrugging enough that his shoulders bang into the box, “Jazz’s the one who took me to the hospital when I crawled out”.

They did what?!? Vlad smacks him over the head again immediately, “fool! Why are you remotely defending Jack if he did something like that?!”.

Daniel sputtering and thrashing in the box a little, “hey! It wasn’t just dad!”. Vlad’s interest in Madeline might actually be dying a quick death. “And hospitals are expensive!”.

Vlad grumbling, “I’m well aware of that. And what? Do you think they couldn’t afford a hospital visit?! Their company is incredibly lucrative, boy”.

Daniel grumbling, “doesn’t seem like it”.

“Yeah it ‘doesn’t seem like it’ because they clearly don’t care about you nearly enough”.

“What! No? They do! They’re just forgetful and too work focussed!”.

Vlad sighing, he doubts he can actually convince the boy that’s not true in a single night and pushing it is just going to push the boy away from him. Sneering a little with feeling, “and I’m sure they must just have been too forgetful and ‘work focused’ to visit someone Jack hospitalized’, even though they didn’t even have a company at the time”. Shaking his head, “regardless, are you going to try and argue that they do care about and look after your ghost half? That they’re even capable of it?”. The heavy wince gives Vlad his answer right off the bat. After all, Vlad never told Madeline about himself with good reason. “Do you know the first thing about cores? Hmmm? What about ghost hunger? Hmmmm. Or ghost culture? Or what it means to be a child ghost? How all of that differs with halfas? You know nothing and there is no one who can teach you except me”.

Daniel blinks at him a little wide-eyed, “and… and there’s no one except me that you can see if things work the same way as or whatever?”.

“Precisely. You’re learning at least a little”.

“And you want an heir”.

Vlad nods immediately, “and I want an heir”, sticking his nose up in the air a little, “and to piss Jack off when you realize that I’m a far better father figure or mentor than he could ever be”.

“Yeah not gonna happen, fruitloop”.

“I’ll hardly even have to try”.

“No”.

“I’m already better it would seem”.

“Absolutely not!”.

Vlad smirks at the boy, he meant every word he’s said but he’s mostly just pestering the child right now. Eventually Daniel will come to agree with him. Daniel narrows his eyes at Vlad before snorting, “alright fine you, I’ll at least consider this mentor-y info sharing thing. Just stop being a jerk to my dad, asshole”.

Vlad huffing, “hmpf. Very well, child”. Checkmate, Jack. “But do not ever press me to forgive that fool for what he did to me”, nodding to himself, “now if I let you out are you going to try, and fail, at fighting me again? I can not emphasize enough how firmly you will not win”.

Daniel scowls at him before frowning, “was it really his fault? And not, like, kinda your own? And no, I guess I won’t”.

Vlad kicks the off button, collapsing the cube, making Daniel land on his butt. Crossing his arms down at the boy, “I was there. Yes I’m sure. He actively chose to turn on and explode a experimental proto-portal directly in my face”.

“Well why was your face in front of it?”.

“Because I was inspecting it, you fool”, sighing, “your mother actively told him not to turn it on. He ignored her”. Rolling his shoulders to push off the memory a bit. He’s healed, mentally, for the most part. But no ghost ever forgets their how.

Daniel wincing, “oh”. Vlad just glares back a bit violent before changing back human. Daniel blinking as he stands himself up, “why are your rings black”.

Vlad snarking a bit, “why are yours white?”.

“Pft- what. Uh there’s totally a reason! I just don’t know it”.

Vlad smirking, “so what you are saying, is that you would have never known that wasn’t the standard without having met me”. Daniel grumbling incoherently at him. Vlad rolling his eyes, “now, I suppose we both have been gone long enough. Fix your horrifically ill-fitting suit, who ever stuck you in that sad thing?”.

“Hey I’ve had this for years! To, you know, grow into”.

“Meaning your parents didn’t want to spend extra money on properly fitting clothing”.

“Don’t twist things!”.

Vlad shakes his head, he wasn’t twisting anything the boy just didn’t want to see that. Choosing to smile at him instead of commenting on that, “as we make our way back, care to enlighten me on your power set?”.

Daniel narrows his eyes, “you first”.

“Good call, at least you’re not totally a lost cause”. Daniel makes an impressively ugly face at him.

For now Vlad will tolerate simply being a source of information and comparison, and an eventual sparring partner. And sure, Daniel will be the one seeing the most improvement and gain the most amount of new information, but fighting another halfa would pose much more of a challenge eventually than any full ghost; who knows what in all Vlad can glean from comparing Daniel and his growth and his changes to Vlad’s own self and experiences. He is genuinely quite excited and eager for that.

Getting back into the party room just as Jack effectively dumps an entire glass of wine on a guy with a cheese hat when he cheers over the song change; Daniel looks absolutely mortified. Good. Jack will push Daniel away from him, and towards Vlad, all on his own. Jasmine inevitably following her brother in kind; it was more than obvious she cared for him immensely. He’ll have to cautious of her clear intellect of course though. And Madeline… Madeline he’ll have to interact with more to see if she remains worth his time and effort, which seems unlikely; currently he’s much more interested in Daniel.

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Vlad hums to himself in his home office, flipping through paper work. Seems his application for a mortgage loan got approved, of course it did, and of course the rates are so low he’ll be making money on it in the end. He’ll have a few ectopuses do all the moving for him, and then he’ll be nicely settle in his new Amity Park mansion. His application to run in the next mayoral election has also gone through. He’s never been so explicitly in politics, but he has no doubt he’ll fair splendidly. Besides, he’ll have to get involved, eventually, what with the very high chance of Daniel’s ‘ghostly activities’ drawing the governments attention sooner rather than later.

Vlad pausing -speak of the devil and he shall appear- folding his papers up and grinning at the air, “you’re getting better”. Honestly? The boy was still as sneaky as a sack of soggy slimy Brie.

“Hmpf. I was sure I was gonna get you that time”.

“You are years away from ‘getting me’, my boy”. At least the child hadn’t lost heart and stopped trying… yet. And Vlad can vouch for him being able to walk soundlessly to the fully human ear now.

Daniel fades back into the visible plane next to the doorway, arms crossed and pouting faintly, “I almost made it into the room”.

“Still a failing grade, I’m afraid”.

He sticks his tongue out at Vlad, “boo”, then walking over to flop in his little personal chair, “watcha doing?”. It’s barely been a week and Daniel already treats the place like he owns it; a home whether he wants to admit it or not.

Vlad quirking an eyebrow, “you’re not subtle”, leaning back in his chair, “what I’m doing is a simple, relocation, of sorts”. After all, what point is there in staying here, when his interests lie elsewhere?

Daniel blinking at him before sitting forwards and beaming, “oh shit your sorry ass is coming to Amity?”.

“Aw is someone getting tired of flying across states? It’s good exercise”.

“Hey you’re the one buying a whole ass new house just because of little ol’ me”.

“I’m rich, having multiple houses is practically a lifestyle requirement”.

“Yeah well you’re gonna be less rich now, especially since I took your credit card”.

“Correction, I let you have a credit card by letting you think you successfully stole one from me. That has a ten thousand dollar limit by the way. Not enough for me to even notice. A drop in the bucket, if you will”. Vlad’s fairly certain that Daniel didn’t used to be the type to steal someone’s credit card, but perhaps he rationalized it as okay due to Vlad’s immense wealth. Vlad wasn’t about to point out that the law absolutely would not care about that kind of rationalizing. Someday he’ll get the child to rob a bank or two, he’s sure of it.

“Yeah- well-”, Daniel huffing, “well the first thing I bought with it was chicken nuggies, so there”.

“Your peasant tastes never cease to amaze, Daniel”. Vlad actually is a bit annoyed though, the least he could do was get a risotto.

Daniel smirks at him before rubbing his neck and glancing around awkwardly, “anyway, Jazz was wondering… if, like, you had any good texts, or whatever, on ghost envy?”.

Vlad absolutely smirks to himself, it was surprisingly easy to win young Jasmine over. Provide access to knowledge and acknowledge that her parents were bad parents. Oddly the opposite of Daniel. “Oh but of course, let me guess, she’s attempting to write another thesis on your parents hyper fixations on ghosts and their powers?”.

Danny groaning and leaning sideways over the chairs armrest, “ugh yes! How can they even be envious of something they hate! That doesn’t make sense and she’s wasting her time”.

Vlad humming, “fairly easily actually. Humans are well known for trying to destroy things that appear stronger or better off than them. Ghosts are much more submissive to might”.

Danny snorting, “oh I don’t know about that. Boxy showed up fifty-two times on Tuesday!”.

“Beat him up harder then”.

“What no! I’ll probably end him if I do that!”.

Vlad hardly sees the issue with that, though he supposes that an ended ghost is one less ghost that could prove useful in the future. Further, Daniel very clearly liked to fight, he wants ghosts to fight him; as much as he complains about it. Vlad’s a bit surprised that the child still wants to fight him, regardless of never winning; but he’s more surprised to find himself genuinely enjoying it himself. Daniel was also almost a disturbingly fast learner. Vlad chuckling, “sounds like you’re the submissive one then”.

Daniel actually puts a hand to his chest in offence and falls to the floor, “how dare!”. This is the other thing about Daniel he’s learned, the boy has an absurd sense of humour… one that is almost unfortunately rubbing off on him he’s afraid.

Vlad shaking his head down at him, hitting the button under his desk to turn on the halfa-level ghost shields before getting up, straightening his suit jacket, “now, I believe you have a poetry analysis paper due, yes? How far have you gotten on that”.

“Uhhhh”.

Nowhere. The answer was clearly nowhere. That certainly won’t due. “Well come on then, I suppose. First school work, then we’ll have our little spar and biology lesson”.

“Hey wait a minute, how did you even know about that! Did you steal my school syllabus?!?”.

Vlad smirks at him, “it’s called utilizing all your resources, you should try it”.

Daniel sticks his tongue out before phasing down through the floor, just as Vlad knew he’d do. Daniel was far more willing to put in effort to avoid work than to actually do it… unless that work involved fighting or space at least. Not that Vlad was much different when it came to work he didn’t care for himself. Vlad’s smirk only growing when Daniel’s head pops back up through the floor, “I hate you”.

“Yes I’m sure you do”.

Daniel pouting more as he reluctantly trudges after Vlad down to the main study, fiddling with his phone all the while; never even noticing Vlad creating and sending off a duplicate to grab one of the copies he’s made of Daniel’s school work. Let it be known, when Vlad decides to commit to something, he does it. Vlad eyeing him as he sits down and grumbles incoherently, slamming his face into his work when Vlad’s duplicate plops it down in front of him. “This is creepy”.

“We’re ghosts. Creepy comes with the territory. Do your school work instead of trying to distract with banter”.

Daniel huffs but does as he’s told, Vlad can appreciate the… eventual obedience.

…

At least Daniel is actually quite intelligent, regardless of his obliviousness and dense behaviour. Meaning that he gets done relatively quickly, Vlad’s sure that without his nagging the boy would have started utterly failing most, if not all, of his classes. As it was, he had been. To some degree Vlad can understand it, Daniel was much busier now and had gone through an impressively massive physical and psychological change. Further, that little astronaut dream of his was effectively impossible now; due to his abnormal physiology. Oh as if Vlad wasn’t fully able to simply build a spaceship of his own to appease the brat; he was already finishing up touches on a hologram ai satellite, as it was.

Daniel huffing and shoving the paper at Vlad, “happy? You jerk”.

Vlad makes a point to beam smugly at him, very smugly, “that’s a good boy”. Vlad phases Daniel through the floor the second he can see the kid tense up to swing at him, Daniel yelping as he falls. “You’ll have to be quicker than that”.

“HOW DID YOU EVEN DO THAT!?!” .

Vlad chuckling to himself before phasing himself down as well, speaking as he lands gracefully on the ground, “this place is coated in my latent ecto-energy, my boy. It is a simple thing to extend my powers into and through that to affect anything in contact with it”.

Daniel blinks at him, “so if I, say, forgot a ghost axe on my floor and my mom barged in, I could just phase through the floor from my chair instead of having to awkwardly get up and try to kick it inside of a wall without her noticing?”.

Vlad has only known Daniel for a week and already he’s given up on asking how, when, where, and why Daniel acquires random weapons or other general oddities. Unless it had Jack’s face on it, then it was obvious. “You’ll likely need to give it a few more months, since you’re still so new and still stabilizing”.

Daniel actually huffs at him for that before standing himself up and eyeing his phone, “Jazz says she’s glad that ‘someone responsible and with sense’ will surely ‘have rooms available’”.

Oh look at dear Jasmine doing the leg work for him! He’s loving her more and more every day. Grinning, very pleased with himself, “well, you can tell her both of you are more than welcome to ‘hang out’ as you say, however much and whenever you like”.

Daniel narrows his eyes, “I still don’t really trust you farther than I can throw you”.

“I weigh less than forty pounds and you can pick up a tank, I assure you that you could throw me incredibly far if I let you”.

Daniel throws his hands up in the air exasperatedly and growls; he’s been making far far more inhuman sounds, whether he makes them purely around Vlad or not he’s still unsure. Vlad likes to believe that Daniel feels more comfortable being less human around Vlad compared to everyone else. And this time Vlad absolutely allows the child to land a punch him on to start off their little ‘sparring’ bout. The ecto-energy behind the hit already feels much stronger and more focused than it had before; his little badger was going to be quite the force to be reckoned with in time.

Vlad ecto-blasting him into a wall. By the time Madeline and Jack get their heads on straight both of them will be so very far out of either of their reach.

End.

Prompts: Vlad has a choice: continue with his plans to get revenge on Jack and take Jack's family in the process, or do his best to be a mentor to Danny, and maybe give both of the Fenton children somewhere safe. An identity reveal is great. The emotional impact of an identity reveal is even better. A week after his powers are revealed to someone, how have things changed for Danny and how has it impacted their interactions?

[asharkapologist]

Unpopular Criminal Case Opinion #1

HUGE SPOILERS FOR PACIFIC BAY

The moment he killed Danny, Frank became irredeemable.

as promised, tagging @blenderscientist and @therealziggystardustfr

Just a heads up, this isn't an analysis of Frank as a character. This is me expressing an opinion about a certain part of his character.

And yes, that opinion is what is in the subtitle, which of course I'll explain.

For one, Danny was a LITERAL CHILD. HE WAS SEVENTEEN. Just because he was tried as an adult for killing Louis, that doesn't mean he WAS an adult, and the fandom forgets that too often. This is partially, the game's fault, too, because before Danny is killed, the game/characters refer to him as a boy/kid frequently, but after he dies, he's referred to as a boy like ONCE by Amy, but mostly, including in the very case he is murdered in, he is referred to as a man for some reason? Danny's killer wasn't even caught yet, and the game was already trying to downplay the severity of Frank killing a teenager.

I am also not trying to justify Danny killing Louis. Obviously, that was wrong, but Danny deserved prison time, not getting electrocuted. (I have my own beef with Danny getting 50 years while adults who commit hate crimes and/or dismember their victims get literal decades less than a minor, but that's a complaint for another day). But regardless of what Danny did, that does NOT justify Frank killing him, especially because Frank killed Danny for reasons unrelated to Danny killing Louis.

Speaking of those reasons, the reasons Frank killed Danny were VERY selfish. He literally killed Danny because Danny was going to expose Frank's crimes--which amounted to obstruction of justice and helping a heist, which probably wouldn't have gotten him arrested, just fired, because the police in CC can get away with more than regular civilians can (Jones getting away with holding Marconi at GUNPOINT comes to mind). But when faced with the possibility that Danny was going to tell Frank's friends he was the police mole, Frank decides to up his crimes to murder, and decided to VERY PAINFULLY kill Danny.

I could maybe say that Frank would be redeemable if Danny's murder was a spur-of-the-moment thing where Frank shot Danny suddenly or something, but the murder Frank committed was VERY pre-meditated. He had to modify the stun gun. He had to grab the whiskey bottle. He had to lay the spike strip. He drove Danny to the station. There were plenty of times Frank could have stopped and thought, "wtf am I doing?" But he didn't.

TW FOR DISCUSSION OF INJURIES RELATED TO ELECTROCUTION

And another point against Frank is the fact that the way he killed Danny was? So unnecessarily cruel? Frank has a gun, and he proved in Sting of Death he is very good at using it. So why on earth did he not just SHOOT Danny? Why did he waste time tinkering with a stun gun to make it lethal? And do you realize how PAINFUL electrocution is? I won't go into extreme detail, but basically, being electrocuted can cause burns and can cause convulsions extreme enough that you can literally dislocate limbs and tear tendons, ligaments, etc. And look at Danny in the crime scene. It is clear just from a glance that he died in absolute agony.

Also, put yourself in Danny's shoes. You're a teenager who's agreed to be an informant for the police, but you're trapped with the adult man that you have dirt on. You strongly suspect that he wants to kill you, and you know that because he knows that you know said dirt, he doesn't want to let you live. And then he crashes the car you're in, drags you out of the car, looks you in the eyes, and electrocutes you.

Now, you may say, "but Frank felt bad." Yeah, he did, but that did not change the fact that he wanted to get away with the murder, and he still COMMITTED it when he had many opportunities not to. Even though Frank wanted to gain his family back, especially his daughters, Frank, a FATHER, decided the best course of action would be to murder a child.

And all this brings me to The Final Countdown. Frank died not atoning for or making up for Danny's death or whatever, but trying to fix a problem he helped cause. It was because of Frank helping the heist that he was able to snatch the plutonium, which led to Tesla gaining power and nearly blowing up Pacific Bay. Frank was trying to fix that. He was not trying to make amends for Danny's death--not like he really could. Because Danny is dead, thanks to Frank.

And all of what I just said about how bad Danny's death was is forgotten by the game. Frank murdering a teenager in cold blood is swept under the rug in favor of giving Frank a police funeral that he does not deserve. "We forgive you Frank for betraying us!" That's nice, but you are not who he hurt the most.

(Not helping Frank's case is fans will genuinely sometimes make up stuff about Danny to make him look worse, if they acknowledge Danny at all.)

Justice for Danny Moto. He was a very troubled teenager who deserved prison time, yes of course, but never did anything deserving getting painfully murdered by someone who was later honored as a hero, with no one in the game really caring about what Frank did to Danny by the end of the game.

What Frank did to Danny was unforgivable.

[playwiththesire]

ghouls at the overlook hotel. why? because i said so.

it's been a while since i wrote anything, so i need to get my ass back into gear a little. here's a basic outline of how i think the ghouls (and copia i guess) would fare in the shining hotel.

also, for reference, i call phantom gumby. look at him. he's fucking BEMDY. like and subscribe for bendy boy.

i think imperator or saltarian would intentionally book the overlook for the band to stay in. just seems like they'd research the most haunted hotels in the states, maybe to hype up the ghouls. maybe they feed off the creepy vibes and they don't know it. like radiation exposure.

copia's immediately put off by it and calls mom to try and get relocated, but the ghouls are kind of all about it. maybe it feels closer to home (hell) but it's still gonna amp up their chaos of course >:)

so how would each ghoul deal with being in the hotel?

copia's the wendy torrence of it all, probably. (yes i KNOW he pulled a danny reference in that old chapter. but he left his trike home and he gets to be tormented by his own band thank u) like he's used to shenanigans but holy shit this is a different sort of feral. he can't keep them wrangled up and is hiding in the bathroom corner with a knife.

i'm including aether because i'm not over him. he's the only one that tries to leave to find some help but every door he goes through just leads him into another hallway. there's one point where he finds the maze. gets lost in it until the wee hours of the morning and just when he finds the other end.....he's back inside the hotel.

rain gets really fucking quiet. like eerie possessed walking coma. maybe they don't even speak at all when night falls and the band's settled in. their glossy eyes lose their shine and they just stare at empty spots on the wall like a cat and nobody can shake them out of it. and yet they end up in the most unexpected places, jumpscaring the shit out of everyone else.

mountain can hear things in the walls. scratches? whispers? cries for help? eventually he probably gets so anxious that he tries clawing at them until they crack and searching for whatever's inside. if he can't find anything, he'll check the floors. copia's screaming at how much this is gonna cost to repair. But Mounty Has To Find The Creatures In The Walls!!!

swiss and dew are the ones getting Weird in the bedroom. maybe they need to let off extra steam before the ritual so they packed up their kink drawer and this is the night they're gonna break it out. yes, they will leave the door open, it's all part of the bit. don't mind the ancient chanting. don't kinkshame the fursuit.

gumby's stricken with terrible restless syndrome. so bad it's aching him, and he can't keep still. he's itching and squirming and it gets so bad that he starts climbing up railings and shelves and rafters to try and tire his muscles out but the feeling never stops. sensory hell. how the fuck did he stick to the ceiling?

sunny swears up and down that she keeps seeing shit moving outside the windows. shadows and bugs and critters. honey, no. those are mirrors.

cirrus starts out the only other one being normal, but she gets so desperate trying to stop everyone from losing their minds that she kind of ends up hurting them. slams mountain against the wall, gives rain shaken ghoul syndrome, just yelling and screaming at everyone to be fucking normal and making them worse.

HEEEEEERE'S CUMULUS!!!!!!

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Ghosts of Our Pasts

DP x DC crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne sibling AU

Parts 1 & 2. Part 4 Part 5

Part 3: Before

"You are not my brothers!" Their newest brother shouted. They were used to this by now. Once Damian had stopped actively trying to kill them for dominance or whatever, they'd taken to domesticating him like feral kitten. He was a lot more hiss than he was claw. And as long as they didn't push too far, he just got more comfortable with them. Except, of course, when they referred to him as family.

"Yes we are," Someone quipped back, and Damian's face grew stormy.

"You. Are. Not." Damian snarled. "I had a brother. You will not replace him!" They all froze with the revelation, and Damian took that time to throw down his Robin gear and storm out of the room.

He'd had a brother. The league had tucked away, not one, but two?!? And they had killed one, or gotten them killed or— it was no use to speculate, they didn't know what happened.

"I'll talk to him," Dick volunteered, before he started to spiral. No one responded, probably because they'd started a spiral of their own.

___

Damian wasn’t hiding. Well, from a civilian's perspective, he might be. He felt like hiding, but this was not an appropriate situation to hide from. Thus, he stayed in a place someone with League of Assassin training, and his b— his father’s other children would find completely obvious.

It was Grayson who found and silently sat down next to him. He didn't ask, and that was better because Damian didn't have to say anything, but it was worse because he needed to say something, and now he couldn’t hide behind a resistance to interrogation.

"He would've loved it here." Damian admitted.

Grayson leaned ever so slightly into him. "What was he like?"

___

Danyal laughed as he ran down the hall, enjoying the moment while he could before the inevitable he'll to pay. He'd been seen, but hadn't been caught, so his self imposed mission was successful.

It was a harmless prank, but an action suitably beneath an heir to the Demon. It should be enough. Damian wouldn't fail, but he feared he would; now, even if he drastically missed his mark he'd still have a reason for grandfather to keep him around.

If Dany had known he was setting the mark his brothers would be held to, he would've held back. He did now. He sprinted on the razors edge of acceptable performance and excellence. Hopefully, it would last long enough to put his plan into motion.

___

Damian told him about the older brother who loved the stars, played secret games, got into odd kinds of trouble, and was the best at everything. Dick got a sense of how young Damian must've been when he'd died. There was also something missing in the stories, but Dick didn't push. This was a rare bit of vulnerability, and he wasn’t going to risk it.

They missed patrol that night, and later shared those stories with the rest of their siblings. They morned the brother they'd never meet, and eventually Damian called them brothers too.

But one phrase from that night still haunted Dick;

"He would've gotten us here years ago... if it weren't for me..."

Dick never did ask, he wasn't sure he wanted to know the details.

___

Danyal layed there for an eternity. If he moved too soon, he'd risk Damian turning around, if he waited too long, he'd bleed out. Would Damian turn around? Would he apologize and help him up? Would he come back to finish him off? Had his brother intended a slow kill to make him suffer, or to let him escape? Maybe Damian hadn't accounted for the light armor beneath his clothes?

He waited a half an eternity longer, then forced himself to his feet. He managed a few steps before pain and dizziness toppled him again. Up. Step. Step. Down. Up. Step. Down. Crawling managed more distance, but left a more obvious trail. It wouldn’t get him out of here. He would die here. Unless...

___

Jazz wanted to be mad at the boy who was now her brother. Her parents had barely left the lab since he'd offered a glowing green vial in exchange for a home.

It was his fault they'd forgotten about her, but only this time. Last time is was the old woman convinced her husband was still in the house. The time before that it had been a beeping box that went off whenever it was pointed to close to an electrical line. It would only be proof until it wasn’t, and then she'd have her parents back until someone brought the next new toy. It was his fault this time. He stood in the living room in his borrowed clothes like furniture was a foreign concept. She sighed, grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water. It was hard to be mad at someone who'd shown up looking like they'd escaped a serial killer.

He didn't startle as she approached and she realized he'd been watching her. Well, no backing out now.

"Here," She held it out to him, "you have dried blood behind your ear."

"Oh," He ducked his head and started scrubbing. She waited for him to finish and showed him where to put the dirty laundry. She had a little brother now, and their parents had forgotten them both again.

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In this AU, Jazz is 13 when Danny arrives. She already thinks that psychology is interesting, but she only starts diving deep into it after Danny shows up.

If you guys have any comments or questions, I'd love to hear them. This was a one part thing until you asked questions and started thinking about the answers.

Tag list:

@spectralstardustandphantomnights @avelnfear @idfk-man10 @blackroserelina @candeartist422 @mur-ururu @luer-mirin @insufferablecrab @skulld3mort-1fan @alonedustspeck @voidbornposts @meira-3919 @marshmelloe @aethernorwood @mimilikey @undead-essence

Dears, I love you, but you really need to change your profile pic to anything that isn't the default because I thought you were bots. I legitimately almost blocked you on reflex because I'm getting so many right now.

@the-winds-of-kushala and @spectralstardustandphantomnights thank you both for your lovely title suggestions

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[duchi-nesten]

DannyMay Day 26: Art/Fic Switch!

Treats and Threats

Summary:

Valerie was going to kick Phantom’s ass for this! The only problem? She didn’t know where to find him.

Good thing Cujo was more than willing to help in exchange for some treats. Too bad he wasn’t very good at distinguishing which Danny he was meant to find though...

Word Count: 2894 || AO3 Link

Did I use this day as an excuse to try writing something for the shared cujostody au?? Maybe...

it referances this comic a little bit...

[Shared Cujostody AU Masterpost]

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Valerie was gonna kick Phantom’s ass for this. Did he think she wouldn’t notice?

She looked over to Cujo, who was sniffing all over her room. He just came over as he often did. Phantom liked to think they had a set custody schedule or whatever it was he called it, but in reality Cujo just came by whenever he wanted and to whichever of them he wanted.

She was reluctant to ‘’adopt’’ the ghost dog at first. Yes, she wasn’t as mad at him anymore after she finally listened to Phantom and found out why exactly Cujo was now a ghost, but that didn’t mean she had to like him. He was incredibly persistent though and the more time Valerie spent around the dog, the more she started loving him. He was just a tiny little puppy, a ball of joy who wanted to play all the time.

She even kept some treats for him for whenever he came over and started making and buying him some dog clothes. He loved dressing up, especially when they got to match. And it made Phantom jealous, so it was just bonus points for her really.

Phantom used to insist that the dog wasn’t his, but now it seemed like they were fighting for who gets to have him. Okay, she was fighting. That idiot seemed delighted to share the ‘’custody’’, he kept making jokes about them being a family which was genuinely getting on her nerves. He was so infuriating.

She did agree to a truce with him after finding out he was right about Vlad, but that didn’t mean she had to enjoy sharing Cujo with that menace. He was too careless and brute with the puppy. Which is exactly why she needed to find him right now and kill him, truce be damned.

Unfortunately for her the ghost attacks have been kinda on the down low lately and she had no idea where he hung out when he wasn’t fighting them. She did send him a bunch of text messages and even tried calling (which was still so weird! How did he even get that phone??), but she was sent to voicemail every time.

If only there was a way for her to track him down…

She glanced at Cujo, who had his head stuck in the plastic box of treats. She sighed. Truly nothing could stop a ghost dog. She always tried hiding these from him, but no matter where she put the box he always managed to sniff it out.

Which gave her an idea. If he could sniff these out then maybe…

‘’Cujo, baby. You know you’re not supposed to eat those.’’ she gently pushed his head out of the box. If he really wanted to he could just phase through her hand and continue, but he was a good boy and always listened. Yet he kept his eyes on the treats as if they would disappear at any moment. She chuckled.

‘’I’ll give you a treat if you do something for me.’’ she said and his eyes instantly snapped to her. His tail slowly swayed back and forth. ‘’Can you find Phantom for me? Sniff him out?’’

Cujo blinked at her before barking happily, tail full on wagging now. He phased through her hand and made his way through the bedroom window. She quickly jumped to follow him, nearly yanking the window off its hinges. Her suit making a humming sound as it activated.

He got quite ahead of her, but she managed to keep up just fine. She did have his ecto-signature marked in her tracker just in case she ever lost track of him, but she also had Phantom’s and that one tended to disappear off her radar at random. She wasn’t so inclined to test if Cujo’s wouldn’t do the same.

They flew their way through Amity Park before Cujo suddenly took a sharp turn towards her high school. She saw him growing into his bigger form before he disappeared behind the building.

As she rounded the corner and saw Cujo’s back, tail wagging. It seemed like he was holding someone in his mouth.

Got ya, ghost boy.

She landed behind the dog and could hear his captive yelling

‘’Cujo! I can’t right now! I told you to go to-’’

Cujo turned around to show his catch to Valerie and…

‘’Oh-... Heheh.. hi Red! Uh.. Huntress!’’

That was not Danny Phantom.

That was Danny Fenton.

‘’CUJO NO. Shit, I’m so sorry Da-uh citizen!’’ She quickly raced up to them and coaxed her puppy into releasing her ex boyfriend. Which he did by letting him fall face first on the ground. ‘’SHIT.’’

Valerie knelt down next to him to help him rise to his feet.

‘’Are you okay??’’

‘’Yeah.’’ he said, standing up to his full height, which was only slightly taller than her. He looked at her and sent her a bright smile. ‘’Don’t worry about it.’’

She smiled back knowing that he probably struggled to see it through her visor. His view got even more obscured when Cujo put his huge snout in between them wagging his tail happily. Which ended up with him accidentally knocking over some full trash cans standing behind him.

‘’Ugh. Cujo, I just cleaned that up.’’ Danny said resigned, moving over to the garbage. ‘’Lancer’s gonna have my head if he sees another piece of mutated meat.’’

Valerie looked at the knocked over trash and sure enough it was full of disgusting glowing green meat. Or at least what was left of it. It looked maimed and burned.

Right. He was recording a tiktok during lunch today. She was eating in the library while working on her missed homework, so she didn’t get to see it herself, but she heard the rumors. Apparently he put some sort of new ectoplasmic concoction from his parents lab in his serving of today’s mystery meat. It backfired and spread to every piece of meat in the cafeteria like a disease.

People were saying it was like a zombie apocalypse with all the meat moving around the room. Some even said they saw the Lunch Lady ghost appear for a second before she noticed Danny in the middle of it and left terrified. Which if that was true Valerie couldn’t blame her. Danny’s eating habits probably made her turn in her grave.

‘’You didn’t eat it, did you?’’ she asked, squinting at a small piece of meat that apparently survived whatever happened to the rest of it and was slowly crawling away from them, likely trying to escape. Danny picked it up and squashed it in his hand before it got far.

‘’Obviously I did.’’ he turned to her with a familiar shit-eating grin on his face, moving the thing he caught closer to his mouth as if to prove a point.

Damn him. How could he be so endearing even when he was being disgusting?

She shook her head chuckling and looked at Cujo instead. He was looking right back at her expectantly. Right.

‘’No Cujo, no treats until you find Phantom for me.’’ she said sternly. She saw Danny trip over a trash can lid out of the corner of her eye. ‘’You good there?’’

‘’Wha-Yes! Ha- Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine! Don’t mind me!’’ he tried to act cool, almost losing his footing again. Dork.

Cujo whined at her, stepping from front paw to front paw and cocking his head to the right. He knew damn well he looked cute when he did that, no matter which form.

‘’Baby, no. I’m not gonna cave. Find Phantom and I’ll give you a treat then.’’ she said calmly trying to stroke him behind the ear, but since he was in big mode she had to settle for his cheek.

He whined a bit more letting out a little pathetic bark to go with it. He turned and stalked over to Danny, poking him in the back with his nose, which made the boy squeak.

‘’No, Cujo.’’ she said, sighing. ‘’That’s the wrong Danny you’re thinking of.’’

‘’Y-Yeah, buddy!’’ Danny chuckled nervously, petting Cujo’s snout. ‘’I’m not the one you’re looking for! Definitely not! I’m not Phantom, why would you even think that? You’re not thinking that right?’’

Okay he was acting weird. Almost as if he was hiding something.

Valerie looked him up and down. His eyes were wide, observing her every move with fear. One arm was rubbing his neck, which he always did when he was nervous. The other still stroking Cujo’s fur almost instinctively.

That’s when it clicked.

‘’No fucking way.’’ she uttered absolutely baffled.

It made so much sense.

‘’W-What?’’ he asked, his voice cracking.

‘’How many times did that asshole leave you as a dogsitter?’’

She knew Phantom did that. She caught Cujo in the background of one of Danny’s tiktoks a while ago and when she confronted Phantom about it he admitted to ‘’hiring’’ Danny as a dogsitter sometimes.

If that asshole left Cujo with Danny too often, then no wonder the poor puppy would mistake Danny for his second caretaker. Oh she was going to kick his irresponsible ghost ass even harder now!

‘’Uh… w-wha..?’’ Danny tilted his head questionably.

‘’I know about the dogsitting, Danny. And it looks like he’s leaving Cujo with you so often that the dog thinks you’re him!’’

‘’Oh… you think-’’ he knitted his eyebrows in confusion before his eyes widened. ‘’Oh! Oh, hahah, he didn’t- I mean it wasn’t many times! Maybe like twice! Is this the dog? I didn’t even recognise him, I don’t even remember his name!’’

Cujo whined again, turning into his puppy form and jumped in Danny’s arms, who barely managed to catch him in time. He started sniffing and licking his face distressed.

‘’Cujo stop! I mean! Dog whose name I don’t remember…’’ that made Cujo whine even harder and Danny flinched. He instantly gave up and buried his face in Cujo’s fur. Valerie could barely hear him mutter ‘’I can’t do this to you.’’

That interaction only reaffirmed Valerie’s suspicions.

‘’Don’t cover up for him.’’ she said, crossing her arms. ‘’I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at him. He’s going to pay for this too.’’

‘’Uh…why were you even looking for him in the first place? Did he do something?’’

‘’Yes, he knows what he did! And now this! The moment I find him I’m gonna kick his ass so hard he’ll be the gone kind of dead!’’

‘’… well you definitely won’t find him now…’’

‘’What?’’

‘’Nothing!’’ Danny shoved Cujo in her arms and started walking off before she could even react. ‘’Anyway I’ll be going now! Gotta finish cleaning so Lancer doesn’t kill me! Bye Val!’’

‘’Bye-....wait…what did you just call me?’’

Danny stopped frozen in his tracks. She stared at his back bewildered.

He slowly turned around and stared back at her too.

‘’...Bye Red Huntress! It was nice to see you, I’ll go disappear behind that corner now!’’ he yelled nervously and booked it behind said corner.

It took her a second to shake off the shock. Cujo jumped out of her arms as she quickly followed after the boy.

‘’DANNY.’’

She rounded the corner to see that he did in fact disappear. Shit.

She was sure he called her Val. How did he know about her secret identity? She was always so careful! It did explain his weird behavior though, he probably didn’t know how to act around her like this.

She needed to talk to him immediately, he couldn’t just reveal something like this and run off!

Though that is exactly what he did. How did he even disappear like that? This boy was impossible sometimes.

In frustration she knocked her head on the wall a few times. What was her life at this point?

Her thoughts got interrupted when she heard Cujo’s bark and a yelp come from behind her. Turning around only provided her with even more frustration when she saw Danny mcfucking Phantom laying helplessly under Cujo’s once again big paw.

‘’Why must you do this to the hand that feeds you…’’ he hissed to Cujo before turning his attention towards Valerie. ‘’Hey Red! You look very good today! Are those new arm plates on your suit?’’

Danny Fenton could wait. She was gonna deal with this asshole first.

‘’YOU.’’ she roared stalking over to them. Cujo looked up at her coming closer and switched to his puppy form again laying his whole body on Phantom’s chest, wagging his tail and barking excitedly.

‘’Ah.. hahah, have you been looking for me?’’ Phantom said, raising into a sitting position, even though Cujo was making it difficult for him.

‘’I’m going to end you!’’ Valerie yelled, pulling out her gun and making sure to aim it at his face and away from the dog in his lap.

‘’I thought we had a truce! What did I do?!’’

‘’YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID.’’

‘’No, I actually don’t!’’

She let her gun disappear back into her suit and angrily knelt beside them. Picking up Cujo from his lap, she turned him around to show Phantom a charred section of fur on his right back leg.

‘’I FOUND SOME SINGED FUR ON CUJO AGAIN. You were playing too harshly with him! again!’’ she put the puppy down, so she could stand up summoning her gun back and aim it at the ghost boy in front of her.

Phantom looked from the gun to her, at Cujo and then back to the gun.

‘’……. Listen in my defense he really likes fetching ectoblasts…’’

‘’He’s gonna be fetching your ectoplasm when I’m done with you! What were you thinking?! He’s not one of your vile rouge buddies! He’s a little puppy! How many times have I told you to be softer with him?!’’

‘’Valerie, with all due respect…That dog can chew off Skulker’s head, he can take a few tiny burns! He doesn’t even react to it!’’ he defended standing up too. He kept his hands in the air as a sign of surrender. ‘’Can’t I just play catch with my own son?’’

Cujo barked from the side.

‘’UgH your SON that you constantly leave with Danny! Apparently you do that so often that he’s more used to Danny’s scent than yours!’’ she yelled irritated.

‘’Uh…I’m a ghost…. I don’t have a scent?’’ he answered, uncertain before nodding to himself. ‘’Yes. Yes! I don’t have… a scent for him to find. Only uh… Only material beings do.’’ he added still unsure and she swore she could hear him mutter something about being a genius.

‘’What.’’

‘’He couldn’t sniff me out and uh… you and Danny are the only humans who have me on speed dial so he thought that was the best next thing. Yes, that’s definitely it.’’

‘’…What.’’

‘’Yeah! It’s true! Totally! So he did good!’’ he motioned to Cujo which made him wag his tail more. ‘’Give him a treat, he deserves it. He’s a good boy!’’

The puppy barked happily.

‘’Yeah, you are!’’ Phantom crouched to coddle Cujo. ‘’Your mother just couldn’t see it! But don’t worry, your cool ass dad always got your back.’’

There he goes again with the family bullshit. Valerie slumped defeated and hid her gun.

‘’Ugh. Stop saying things like that to him, we’re not a family.’’ she groaned.

‘’Well yeah, we’re divorced.’’

‘’We never even dated!’’

‘’As far as you know.’’ he looked up at her with his dumb trademark smirk.

‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ she asked because what the actual fuck did he mean by that.

‘’Nothing!’’ he stood up quickly picking up Cujo to shove him in her arms and woah, did that give her deja vu. ‘’I have to go, can I have a rain check on that ass kicking? I’m very busy right now!’’

‘’Wha- No!’’ she protested trying to keep Cujo from licking her face. ‘’Get back here!’’

‘’Bye Val!’’ he yelled and flew off before she had the time to react. God damn it!

She turned her gaze down to Cujo’s pleading eyes.

‘’Alright.’’ she pulled out a dog treat from a tiny storage in her glove and gave it to Cujo. ‘’You did good baby.’’

She put him down on the ground so he could devour the treat in peace and sighed loudly. Phantom ran off like a little bitch and apparently Cujo couldn’t sniff him out. He would just go to Danny again.

Which reminded her. She still needed to have a talk with that boy. She did trust him not to tell anyone, but she needed to know how he found out in the first place, so she can make sure no one else can find out the same way. She should probably give him a bit of time before she gets Cujo to stalk him out again though.

The puppy had finished his little treat and was now looking at her with those cute red puppy dog eyes. She couldn’t hold back the smile that overtook her face. Whatever. She’ll deal with Danny at school tomorrow. And deal with Phantom whenever she sees him next.

‘’C’mon Cujo. Let’s go home.’’

It was on the way home when a sudden thought hit her.

DID PHANTOM TELL DANNY ABOUT HER IDENTITY THE SAME WAY HE DID WITH HER DAD?

[raventao]

Pt. 1

Slade looks over both folders carefully. It doesn't escape his attention that both the doctors from the hit have the same last name as two of the children on the "rescue" list. A short glance over the dossier reveals that yes, Jackson "Jack" Fenton and Madeline  "Maddie" Fenton were the parents of both Daniel and Jasmine Fenton. Whatever these people did to warrant a friend close enough that they had named the godfather of their children putting a hit on them must have been serious. Especially since he seemed to have already mentally adopted said children. Their occupation, if you could really call it that, was listed as Ecto-biologists. Slade rarely liked dealing with unknowns, and this word 'Ecto' kept popping up. He would need more information.

All that aside, even if he wanted to take these jobs, the second objective alone would require him to have at least one partner, if not two. Six kids was a bit much for just himself. He was the best, yes, but even he had limits. Especially if they were injured like Masters was suggesting they were. He had an idea of who would likely be willing to help, though, should he accept.

"If I do accept, where would I bring the kids to meet you?" He asks carefully, flipping through the provided photos of the kids as he spoke. Six kids, eight photos. Danielle Masters and Danny Fenton both had two with stark differences. If he wasn't being told that they were the same kids, he would have assumed they were different people.

"I have a residence in Wisconsin that I can provide the address for that would be safe for them. Even with this one GIW base destroyed it would be unwise for the kids to return here to Amity. They would just be hunted down again and recaptured before their wounds had time to heal." Masters explains.

"And why are these children of interest to this GIW? You have cited the Anti Ecto Acts, but neglected to explain how that applies to six normal human children."

Vladimir Masters gives a deep sigh and a long sip of his whiskey that had otherwise been ignored throughout their meeting in his study. He rubs his face with his left hand tiredly, and for the first time since Slade walked through the grand entrance of the mayoral home, shows how deeply worried he is for these kids. "What I am about to say stays between us. If I find you have spoken of these details to anyone I will find you, and death would be a mercy you will not be afforded." He threatens. It's almost cute, in a pathetic sort of way. If Masters had that sort of power, he would likely have done this rescue mission himself.

"I am a professional." Is all Slade says in response. He won't make any promises, but the information his clients usually tell in these sorts of situations hardly ever consist of information he could later sell. Masters seems to assess his soul with how hard he watches him with that glare. Finally though, he seems to come to a conclusion.

"These children are not normal human children as you called them. Samantha, Tucker, and Valarie are all budding Liminals; Humans who have been changed by direct exposure to the ambient ectoplasm that saturates this town and constant exposure to the Fenton home and its inhabitants. Jasmine is also liminal, but has been exposed to much higher levels of Ecto radiation for much of her life. She would be seen as a bigger threat than the other three. Liminals qualify as Ecto entities under the AEAs, despite still being mostly human and the comparatively small amount of ectoplasm in their bodies." He explains, folding his hands on the desk between them.

"And the last two?" Slade prompts. If they're being saved for the end they're likely the ones in the most danger.

"Danielle and Daniel are special cases. Daniel, isn't a liminal, he is what is referred to as a halfa. Half human, half ghost. He likes to joke that he's Schrodinger's boy." Vlad explains giving a weak, pained, chuckle. "I always loathed that joke, but it is not entirely inaccurate. Daniel is perfectly balanced between life and death. The GIW, until Jack and Maddie sold him to them, didn't know of his human status though. They knew him as Phantom," Masters reaches over and flips to Daniel's second photo. The one with White hair and green eyes, and small little fangs barely visible behind the wide smile he was giving.

"Phantom has been a thorn in their side since the day they arrived in Amity. He protects the ghosts from them and other humans that would hurt them. But he also protects the humans of Amity from the ghosts. They hate him. They will likely keep him separated from the others, tightly bound when not strapped to an operating table where they are no doubt torturing him with drugs, experiments, and dissections. It's what they do to all strong ghosts they manage to catch before Phantom breaks them out." Masters explains. And then there's Danielle, she's Daniel's ectoplasmic clone."

What if ...

Reveal gone wrong, Danny and Dani are discovered by Jack and Maddie who react badly, to say the least. They expirament on them for a weekend (Jazz was gone and they wanted to be done before she got home. Obviously they wouldn't want to upset their daughter with confronting her with the knowledge that Danny was dead, had veen for a wbile now, and that Phantom had killed him and was wearing his body like a meat puppet.) Before they literally sell them off to the GIW. Vlad and Team Phantom don't find out about this until it's too late and aren't able to break them out. They try anyway, of course, but Vlad isn't even able to get on the premises due to a ghost shield, and Team Phantom is just liminal enough to ping the alarm despite being human enough to get past the shield. They all get captured as well. No one knew where they were, and the GIW denies Mayor Master's claims that the kids were being held by them.

Out of options, Vlad makes a call. He's going to fix this properly his way. It takes a week of back and forth and several bribes all over the east coast, but Vlad has finally found what he's looking for. It takes considerably less effort to set up a meeting with Deathstroke than it took to seek him out, but now that he has his attention, he places two folders in front of him. "I have two jobs for you. One is more time sensitive than the other, but both do need to be taken care of immediately should you accept." He states seriously. Inside one folder are two pictures and a small dossier on both Drs Fenton. Inside the other is everything he and Technus had been able to dig up on the GIW, the facility they were keeping the kids in, and the Anti-Ecto acts as background for why the government thought they could commit the atrocities Vlad knew they were deep inside the compound. There is also a small list in the back of the folder: Daniel Fenton, Jasmine Fenton, Samantha Manson, Tucker Foley, Danielle Masters, and Valerie Gray.

"I want the Doctors Fenton dead. I don't care how. Preferably slowly and painfully, but I am aware that could take time away from the other job." Vlad says, tapping the second folder. "This is a government facility, one that has stolen my daughter, my godchildren, and their friends. I want it, the ground it stands on, and all of the agents inside it razed to bedrock. Not even ash or bones left." He seeths.

"Rescue missions seem more like a professional hero's scene." Slade muses flatly. "Have you considered the Juatice League?"

"Heros won't kill these bastards, and prison is too good for them. My daughter, Danielle, is likely already dead by their hands. She was already only tentitvly stable before the Fenton's expiramented on her, and I doubt the GIW have been treating her any better. I will be damned to the burning lake of fire before I let Daniel and Jasmine meet the same fate. I will pay whatever I must to ensure my children be returned to me alive. Their friends too, I suppose. I would never hear the end of it if I left them. Daniel might even try to go back in for them, even at the risk of his own life. Just name your price, money is no object." Vlad argues back.

[princessfanonanona]

DP Prompt: In a mix up of official documentation, Dani becomes the Ghost King instead of Danny

sdjakfhsajklfhls thank you I love this idea

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Danny buries his head in his hands, shoulders shaking.

"Danny!" Dani half screams, voice pitching an entire octave higher.

He breaks into full laughter, bending over and clutching his sides.

Dani tries to move closer to shake him but is stopped by the giant cloak that's tangled with the table covered in documents.

Behind them the Observants dash madly about, papers scattered in the air, voices entwining into a cacophony of confused shouting.

"Sorry, sorry, this is just-" Danny braces himself on his knees looking up. The crown on her head falls into her face. He starts laughing again.

"Get me out of this!" she whines, shoving it out of her face.

"You're Eminence," someone says with the tone of regretting every decision that has led them to this point.

Danny chokes on air, cackling. His ability to float the only thing keeping him from being ridiculous on the floor.

Dani snaps her attention to the head eyeball, "what?"

"We need you to-"

"I'm not touching a single paper, you can't make me!" She declares, throwing the crown as far away from her as possible.

Before it hits the wall, it pops back onto her head, covering her face.

"Dannnnyyyyyy!!!!!"

"Your Eminence," another Observant tries in a more beseeching tone.

Another larger pile of papers is dropped onto the desk with a resounding thump.

Danny looks up at the noise before flipping onto his back with more laughter.

"This isn't funny!!" She screeches, lunging forward.

The cloak stops her from getting too far but the force of it jerks the table sending the piles of documents landsliding onto the floor.

The few Observants that have not been panicking launch into action to organize the documents.

The great doors to the office slam open as the head Observant enters with Clockwork at their side.

"What is the meaning of this?" They bellow, effectively freezing everyone but Danny and Dani. The latter throws the crown at their face, who dodges it easily.

Clockwork catches the crown, letting it float beside their own head.

Danny hiccups on his laughter turned to quiet snickering.

"You absolute shitstain!" she screams, "This is all your fault!!"

The head Observant studies the chaos before turning to Clockwork. "Dare I even say it?"

"I have no recollection of what you are referring to," Clockwork responds, gliding forward to place the crown onto Dani's head.

"I don't want it," she huffs, crossing her arms. 

"Daniel," they say, turning to the boy.

"Hi Grandfather," he says, giggling his way into an embrace.

"This is of utmost importance," they say with a stern face.

Danny looks up, with a nod, biting his bottom lip to stop the giggles.

"You must answer with complete sincerity."

"Ye-yeah hehe, I can do that," he pulls away, trying and failing to school his expression.

"Did you or did you not put your name into the goblet of fire?"

Danny and Dani blink.

"Pfff-" he snorts into new laughter as Dani smiles for the first time since she was introduced to the paperwork.

"Clockwork!" The head Observant reprimands.

"Yes, Grumbelbore?" Clockwork turns.

The single eye twitches making the whole head twitch.

"That's not my name," they hiss. They move closer to jab a finger into the glass on Clockwork's chest. “Need I remind you that you were brought here to fix this mess!”

“Ah,” Clockwork smiles, placing a hand on the other’s hand to push it away from themself. “And may I remind you that this is a mess of your own results.”

“How dare-” they bristle, aura flaring in anger.

Clockwork shifts to that of their toddler form, raising a hand and pulling several papers from the various piles. They drift lazily to form a line between the two ghosts.

“An error,” Clockwork states, turning to face the children, “That was not corrected despite my many warnings.”

“You never-”

Three of the documents flit into the Observant’s face.

“My warnings, dated and accounted for,” they state, placing a gentle hand on Dani’s head.

“These were dated last century,” they snap, snatching the papers out of the air.

“Not my fault you did not read them,” Clockwork shrugs.

“Your warnings,” they hiss, snapping one straight to read, “Are vague and useless. ‘The soul’s most sacred aspect is naught but the name in any form’.”

“It is not I who spelt young Daniel’s name wrong 42 times.”

[fruggo]

Okey okey so. well, I haven't found it anywhere, so. Killer ( dbd) reactions to when they try to catch their favorite surv (s / o) as he/she jumps through the window, palette, but their pants / skirt remain in their hand. He / she runs away, but they see their pink panties with bunny pattern: 3.

lol okay this is funny—but just to clarify none of this will be sexual >:0 i don’t think you meant it that way but just wanna make sure! you also didn't specify which killers so i just did which ones i usually write for, i hope that's okay with you!

characters: frank, joey, and danny w/ gender neutral reader

warnings: uhhh undergarments i guess lmao ?????? and i just wrote "pants" bc im too lazy to b like "pants/skirt" every time and its a general term ljfksjdfkj or whateveavasv its 3 am

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bro i had a field day writing this im so sorry i was so tired and the writing is so unprofessional LMAO

i hope it’s at least funny tho :-)

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

ok so frank?? we have already established that he is a douchebag (affectionate)

normally as a killer, he would want to catch the survivor he is chasing, yes?

unfortunately he catches ur pants instead </3

trying to vault through the window at shack, you lost your footing as frank grabbed a handful of your clothes and yanked you backwards--but somehow you managed to break free!! oh golly gee!!!!!

hmm

your legs are rather cold all of a sudden hmmm

you look back to see frank frozen at the window, the smile on his mask seeming to taunt you as he held your clothing in his hand.

and then his mf stupid laugh hit your ears and u swore u lost it later when telling claudette about it (bc i love claudette and i think she deserves the world, yes)

"LOOK I DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS THE ENTITY PUT THEM ON ME" you cried out desperately, grasping at what little dignity you had left by hiding behind the generator in the middle of the room--you were referring to the embarrassing undergarments frank was so unfortunate to see. it was mostly just embarrassing because he had seen them; perhaps you liked the pattern, but that was only for you to know!!!! not anybody else!!

his laughs melted into a withering sigh. "oh, doll, cute bunnies. really. so adorable."

steam was probably pouring out yo ears as you fled the crime scene and hid the rest of the trial because no, he wasn't giving you your pants back <3 he is a douchebag remember (derogatory) (the rock eyebrow picture) (vine boom)

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𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘

JOEY!!! :))))))

joey is a nice boy you cant change my mind

when he accidentally snatches ya pants hes like whaaaaaat nooooooo aaaaahhhhh

sorru its 3 am and this is how im writing there are no excuses i am just doing it because i want to bye so anyways

like a gentleman he looks away, but not fast enough. he still saw those mf bunnies and he can’t ever forget it

“um. sorry. here’s your… yeah.” he holds your pants through the window for you, head still turned the opposite way.

he won’t comment on the bunnies on your underwear because he’s nice but ya he’s definitely thinking about it lol

im going to bed brb i canmt write for shat

okay im back

you shyly take your pants back, astounded at the killer’s polite attitude. “oh.. thank you.. “

“um.. no problem.. yeah… i’m just gonna, uh.. im gonna.. go now…” he mumbles, shuffling away.

so he leaves lmao he can’t take it!! ur kinda really cute in case you didn’t know. you have bunnies on your undies babe he’s dying over here

when he sees you later he just kind of freezes, and you stand there uncomfortably like👋😄

from that point on he never sacrifices you in trials. he just can’t. he thinks about the bunnies every time he sees you. lmao

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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny is the worst and i still stand by this HE IS A BAD GUY OKAY

(but jsust bc u are bad guy…. doesnt mean u are bad guy… ) (please tell me u know where this is from)

he’ll laugh at you, first of all. resting his chin in his hand as he leans on the window, he says, “oh, my. never took you for the innocent type” in the most sleazy, silky voice. and it so pisses you off

if you try to get your pants back he lifts them away, watching you desperately grab for them while more laughter bubbles up in his chest.

embarrassment burns in your face as you scramble to gather your wits—what the fuck are you supposed to do right now? the chase has been cast aside, but now he’s just taunting and mocking you for your underwear, a whole new battle.

“aaww, look! you’re angry! look at that pout.. how precious.. like a bunny,” danny muses, his head tilting almost affectionately.

and then

babe he takes out his mf camera

and before you can react he gets a picture☠️☠️☠️

DIDNT I TELL YOU HE’S THE WORST :)

“EY EY EY DELETE THAT” you yell, anger simmering inside of you. you were so ready to slap a bitch but how could you do that to a killer?

he laughs EVILLY cause hes an EVIL BOY and then sulks away EVILLY

and now you still have no pants

[echoghost1]

Phantom's First Job

Summary: Tammy couldn't not call the kid in for an interview. She had to know why Phantom was applying.

Word Count: 1,050

Prompts Used: 1) "Danny gets a job. Not as Fenton, but as Phantom. The problem is, his social security number doesn’t exactly cover him when he’s dead… Bonus points for identity shenanigans (PR321)" @lexiepiper

2) Danny develops or is made aware that he *has* to eat fear or he'll slowly starve his core. If he didn’t know maybe his ghost powers start glitching out until he gets some fear. Could be angsty and its the worst thing ever or could be a bit silly maybe he gets enough fear from jump scares and dumb things like that (PR077) @emeraldsandamethyst

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“So let me get this straight,” Tammy started, “you want to work here?”

Phantom nodded.

She looked over the application again. The ghost boy’s application.

It looked like most first-timer applications.

He had no references, no experience. Oh, no relevant experience anyway. She did give him props for actually writing down ‘patrolling the city for ghost crime’ as his previous job duties.

He seemed like a nice enough kid. And everybody has to start somewhere.

Basically, he was exactly the type she would give a chance.

The only real issue was the paperwork.

“You wouldn’t happen to know your social would you?”

“Social?” the ghostly teen asked with a curious head tilt. “Do you mean this thing?” he asked as he fished out a wallet from somewhere.

He handed her the little card.

It was in fact, a real social security card.

“Is this actually yours?” she asked while she kept her eye on the legal name printed below the numbers.

“Why do you ask?” he asked clearly trying to be nonchalant but failing horribly.

“Because it says ‘Daniel Fenton’ and I’m pretty sure that kid is still alive.”

Especially since he applied for this same position just last week. She almost hired him but something about him seemed off.

Phantom laughed nervously.

“Why do you have this?” she asked, doing her best not to sound accusatory.

“Because you need one to get a job?”

“Do you know what this is?”

Phantom was quiet for a bit too long as he tried to think of an answer.

Tammy sighed, “look, this is a unique number assigned by the government to prove that the person is a legal citizen of this country.”

Phantom nodded along but it didn’t look like he was fully understanding what she was saying.

“Did you steal this?”

“Oh no! He said I could borrow it.”

“This isn’t something you can share. This is identity theft.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry! I can give it back to him.”

“Yes, you should,” she said as she handed the card back.

She could tell he truly was sorry and hadn’t fully understood what the card meant.

She sighed and leaned back in her chair, “So I’m guessing that means you don’t have one then.”

“Does that mean I don’t have the job?”

“Well, I can’t legally hire you because without a social security card I can’t pay you without committing tax fraud.” she made a point to look him in the eyes for emphasis, “which I don’t want to do.”

“What if you didn’t pay me?”

“You want to work for free?”

“I mean I don’t really need money. Technically.”

“Then why are you trying to get a job?”

“It’s a little complicated.”

“I have time.”

“I applied because I want to be able to come in here. Often.”

“And you figured working here would be a good excuse?”

“Pretty much. And I do really like,” he stopped midsentence as if he was about to say something he shouldn’t, before continuing, “being a part of the community?”

She thought it was odd that he changed what he was saying, but decided not to comment on it.

“And well, the applications were right there.”

“I’m still curious as to what you would get out of this if not money?”

“If I tell you will you let me work here?”

Oh, those big puppy eyes were really working for him today.

“It’s not something that’s going to get anyone hurt is it?”

“Of course not!”

“I suppose I could put you down as a volunteer.”

Phantom floated upwards in glee.

“After you tell me,” she added quickly.

He sank back down into his seat, “okay.”

She relaxed in her chair to let Phantom know that she wasn’t here to judge him.

“The short answer is, I’m doing this for food?”

“Food?” she echoed back.

“Yeah, turns out ghosts need certain things, things that people don’t. Or I guess ghosts need them in a different way?”

“I feel like you’re still leaving a few things out Phantom.”

“I eat emotions,” he finally admitted in a rush.

“What does that have to do with working here?”

“I mean,” he fidgeted with his fingers, “it seems like the best place to get it. I only need one.”

Tammy thought for a moment. She wondered if maybe she knew one more thing she’d be able to figure this out.

“Let me see if I have this right. You need a specific emotion, that is from other people, to survive, and this is the best place to get said emotion?”

“Yes.”

“And it doesn't hurt anyone?”

“Nope. I’ve got a couple of friends and they said they didn’t even notice I was doing it.”

“How did you test that?”

“We binged all the Resident Evil movies. And my one friend hates hospitals so we knew it was working when we were able to actually get through the whole movie without him panicking.”

Tammy felt the proverbial light bulb click on in her head. Of course, he wanted to work at the haunted house. “You eat fear.” And what better place to get it than where people willingly go to get scared for fun.

He nodded shyly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, has this been a thing the entire time you’ve been,” she paused before she said something insensitive, “around?”

“Yeah.”

“But you didn’t need to work here before?”

“I was getting it from another source.”

“And you can’t get it from that anymore? How come?”

“Well, turns out nobody in town cares when ghosts attack anymore. Sure, they get out of the way, but it’s not the same.”

Tammy wondered just how bad this was for the kid. It really didn’t sound good. It honestly sounded like he was starving, or that he could. She had a feeling she didn’t want to find out what happened to a ghost when it starved.

He rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle, “So, do I have the job?”

“Sure kid.” She held out her hand for a quick handshake and he graciously took it, “see you tomorrow at 4 ‘o clock sharp and I’ll give you the tour.”

Besides, having the town’s favorite ghost working at her year-round Halloween attraction would be great for business.

[starlight-writes-stuff]

hi, do you think you could do another blurb for ethan? maybe something nsfw? like, a party hookup? im thinkin about fratboy!ethan 👁👄👁

(wc: 5.5k) pls im always thinking about fratboy ethan :,) but yes i can do this 100 % ! this ask prompted something deep in me and i ended up making a playlist to go with it as well 🤧here’s the link to that if ur interested https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4yXuVtAKBHexm5ifE9NQ2B ! A L S O i’m sorry this took forever to get to ,,,, life has been a lot recently lol . reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (obvious but still) , sex while under the influence (with explicit consent given) , softdom! ethan , marajuana use , alcohol use , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it , plz) , swearing , college au , an unus annus reference if u look close enough , and i believe thats it . enjoy ! xoxoxoxo , starlight .

a little party never killed nobody

it was the exact same as every other college party you’d ever been to. shitty music, shittier alcohol, shittiest people- except for him. 

when ethan nestor had invited you to a frat party, you’d laughed in his face. you knew that he was a member of data data data, but he wasn’t the type that made it his whole personality. as far as you’d observed, he wasn’t the partying type, either, but there he was, texting you the house address.

“so you’ll come tonight? it’s going to be a pretty big thing- a lot of people coming. you should be able to walk right in, but if anyone gives you shit just tell them you’re with me,” he said, a slight smirk playing on his lips. you and ethan hadn’t been talking for long; technically, you hadn’t even known that he’d existed two weeks ago. 

when ethan had first sauntered up to you in physical sciences, that same smirk painting his face, you’d picked up on the underlying chemistry right away. he was a flirt by nature, but he seemed to play it up even more around you- the brunette boy had asked for your number the first day you met, and you’d been talking almost constantly since. he was funny and sweet and extremely charismatic, and he made your heart flip in your chest with the smallest glance. the two of you hadn’t hung out alone yet, so this party felt like a big deal.

or, at least, that's what you’d thought.

when you showed up at the front door of the frat house loud, bass-filled music was already shaking the window panes in their frames, and you could hear what sounded like a hundred different voices all talking over each other. ethan hadn’t been kidding when he said that it was a big party; at least half of your year was here, plus the older and younger students interspersed throughout the throngs of people as well. as you made your way to the kitchen, ethan was nowhere to be found. you felt as if all eyes were on you as you started to pour a drink, and dimly, you wondered if people could tell that you didn’t belong.

however, most of your anxious thoughts had been subdued after the first solo cup of vodka lemonade, and you were now well through your second. the music pounding throughout the house felt as if it had infiltrated your veins, filling them with a warm, buzzing sensation that loosened your limbs. at some point, a guy had come up to chat with you. then another. you weren't sure how many times you’d given out your snapchat tonight, but it had been a lot, and you were about to do it again. 

the guy you were currently talking to introduced himself as danny. he was some sort of business major, much like every other guy that you’d spoken with tonight, and was very clearly trying to hit on you. even through the alcohol-induced haze, you remembered who you came here for and you weren't leaving without him. you put a hand on danny’s shoulder, effectively cutting him off in the middle of his sentence.

“hey, do you know where ethan is? ethan nestor, i mean? he’s the one who invited me here.”

danny looked disappointed, but seemed to shift and slot puzzle pieces together in his head, snapping his fingers. “you're the girl he invited? that makes so much sense, actually. yeah, he’s out back- toking up, probably,” he explained, gesturing towards a door you would’ve never noticed. “out there and down the stairs. need an escort?”

you almost denied his advances but spotted an old fling loitering by the hidden door. giving danny a tight smile, you drained the rest of your drink and held up a finger. “one sec! stay here.”

butterflies flooded every inch of your being as you stumbled over to the makeshift bar, pouting a variety of liquors into your cup. you were going to see ethan outside of class. on his turf. something about it shook you to your core, but you couldn’t quite figure out why. 

sure, ethan was hot- that was obvious. but he’d been flirty, too. were the two of you a thing? if you weren’t, why had he been talking to danny about 'the girl he was inviting’? clearly, ethan had been talking about you, you just weren't sure of the context. you tried to swallow all these fears as you topped off your cup with lemonade, taking a small sip. trying not to spit it out, you added more juice; you’d made the strongest mixture you could think of, and it tasted like some sort of poison. that didn’t stop you from taking another small sip, then a bigger one. you needed the buzz.

“okay! let's go.”

danny led you out the door and down the stairs with no issue, and you quickly realized how tipsy you were - the stairs seemed to bob and warp under your feet, and you grabbed onto the handrail with a death grip. he noticed this easily, laughing a bit. “are you good?”

“great. it's the heels and alcohol- they don't mix well.” you laughed at yourself, regretting the chunky, heeled boots you’d thrown on.

“you can ditch them, if you want. we’re going out onto a deck, so you won't be in grass or anything,” danny explained, pointing to a pile of shoes by the door you were about to exit. you weren't going to argue with that, thankful that you’d chosen cute socks as you wrestled the footwear off and tossed it onto the pile. your stomach flipped as danny opened the door, cool night air biting into your warm skin, waking you up a bit. the sourish-sweet scent of marijuana flooded the small stairwell, and danny chuckled. “told you he was smoking.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way you felt watching ethan take a long drag off of some sort of pen, letting the vapor pour from his lips in pale blue plumes. something about the easy way the smoke seemed to float from his mouth went straight to your center, and you dug your nails into your palms, trying to get yourself under control. ethan finally realized that more people had joined the small crowd on the bench, and his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to light up as they roamed all over you lazily. this only furthered the sensation between your legs, the coils starting to tighten in your lower stomach. 

what the hell?

“y/n, you made it,” ethan said, a smile taking over his face. he quickly hopped down from where he’d been sitting on the guardrail and made his way over, wrapping an arm dangerously low around your waist. he hugged you tightly, making your heartbeat stutter as you squeezed him back.

you mumbled a ‘hello’ into his neck as ethan let his touch linger, your body held tightly to his. someone cleared their throat, conversation starting back up, and ethan reluctantly pulled away, dropping his eyes to yours. he kept a hand on the small of your back, sending electricity running up and down your spine. “having fun?”

you could barely talk as you forced yourself to respond. “yeah, lots. you’re a hard person to find.”

ethan grinned again, letting his head fall back as he laughed. “my bad. i thought you would text me when you got here. found someone to take care of you , though?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. the facial expression did absolutely nothing for the situation building up under your skirt- only worsening your want for the tall boy in front of you. 

“who?”

ethan smirked, dropping his lips to your ear. “that's what i like to hear. you look pretty, y/n.”

the way he said your name practically undid you, ripping your self-control apart at the already weakened seams. you let a hand wander up and down one of ethan’s sculpted arms, outlining the planes of muscle through his hoodie as you crossed your legs; sure, it was the ladylike thing to do, but you were desperately looking for some sort of friction, anything to lessen the need for him.

“thank you.”

ethan nodded, the hand that had been perched on your back sliding over your hip before finding your hand. he laced his fingers into yours, and you were shocked at how forward he was being. the two of you had flirted heavily- and okay, maybe you’d sent some suggestive pictures back and forth- but ethan seemed to be claiming you as he led you over to the round table where all his friends were sat. again, you carved half-moons into your palms with your nails as you added up all the chairs- there wasn’t enough. you began to let go of ethan’s hand, ready to boost yourself onto the railing, but he gave your fingers a gentle squeeze. you watched as ethan settled into the overstuffed outdoor chair, gesturing at his lap.

fuck.

you took a brief moment to admire the mess you’d gotten yourself into before you gingerly sat on ethan’s lap, trying to make yourself as small and weightless as humanly possible. that didn’t last long, though. ethan circled an arm over your hips, pulling you onto his lap firmly. you couldn’t breathe as you settled into him, crossing your legs tightly. your lower body was tucked away, hidden under the table, but still. you tucked a small portion of fabric between your thighs, ensuring nothing would slip. 

you didn’t say much as ethan continued to conversate with his friends, passing the silvery, skinny device around the table. 

soon, the talk turned from school and classes to typical, stuttering stoner laughing; everyone besides ethan and danny seemed to be a complete lightweight, gone after one hit of the cartridge. however, both the boys were on at least their fourth hit and still seemed relatively composed. they’d started to talk about some sort of economic study, and you’d quickly grown bored and confused. after sitting through 10 more minutes of the terminology you didn't understand, you began to wiggle around on ethan’s lap, loosening his grip on you. 

at the same moment, you and ethan both shifted in just the right way, causing one of his legs to end up between both of yours just as your hips rolled forward. delicious friction flooded your system, and you bit down hard on your lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. you fought with everything in you not to rock your body again, sensation overwhelming your impulse control. before you could do anything, one of ethan’s large hands found your hips, squeezing just enough to leave fingerprint-shaped marks on your skin. ethan knew what he’d done- you could hear the satisfaction threaded through his voice.

“you okay? what d’you need?”

you tried to steady your voice, painfully conscious of the people around you. while most of ethan’s friends were high enough that they wouldn’t notice, you knew that danny would pick up on any changes in your demeanor. you swallowed hard before answering him.

“i'm gonna go get another drink.” another gentle squeeze practically lit your skin on fire, and ethan held the pen up to you. 

“wanna try this instead?”

you weren’t going to lie- you’d been a bit jealous of the boys, not even thinking of passing the device to you. with shaky hands, you reached to accept the cartridge, but ethan had different plans. a sinful look found its way into his slitted eyes as ethan held the pen up to your lips. “go ahead.”

you could’ve passed out from the command, the look, the way that he’d started to bounce his leg. it was as if he was trying to break you- like he wanted you to give him some sort of sign that you wanted him. you did, more than anything. desire seemed to curl its way into every inch, every cell of your body, its spurs digging into your skin. 

you met ethan’s eyes deliberately as you accepted the cold metal into your mouth, inhaling deeply. you took immense pleasure in the look that crossed ethans face as you pulled away with lungs full of the hazy drug. you held your breath for as long as possible before letting the vapor drift from your lips, just as ethan and done earlier. you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his eyes snapping off of yours and over to danny.

“i’m gonna take y/n to get a drink. watch them, will you?” he asked, gesturing to the rest of his friends. danny just nodded, mumbling a low ‘have fun’ as ethan practically lifted you off of his lap. adrenaline coursed through each and every one of your veins and ethan laced his fingers through yours, leading you inside. 

ethan barely let the door shut before his hands were on your hips, pinning you to the wall of the small stairwell. his lips met yours roughly, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that had been building in your throat for the past hour. you felt ethan smirk at the soft noise before he bit at your lower lip, dragging the soft flesh between his teeth. again, you let out a whine full of pleasure- he just felt so good. you let your arms circle ethans neck, one of your hands knotting in his dark hair. you pulled at the roots gently as ethan’s tongue rolled against yours, your body entirely succumbing to him.

he forced himself to pull off of your body, and you let out a small whine; you’d been waiting on this. ethan smirked, his laugh coming out dark and much raspier than usual. “don’t worry doll, i'm not done with you yet. just can't have you here.”

the words went right through you, only adding to the ache between your thighs. ethan took your hand with a profound gentleness, and dropped a soft kiss on your forehead. “before this even starts, are you sure?” 

you nodded eagerly, getting up on your tiptoes to recapture his lips, but ethan pulled back. you furrowed your eyebrows at the tall boy, confused- until he brought a hand up to your face, holding your jaw. ethan tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “i need words, baby. are you positive? i can-”

“so sure. i promise.” you nodded at him, your eyes never leaving his. “i want you.”

ethan swore under his breath and kissed you hard before leading you up the stairs. you started to feel the effects of the drug as ethan took you from kitchen to living room, up some stairs… you lost track of all the places you’d been, allowing the weed to cloud everything in a gauzy veil. you felt good; light and somehow heavy at the same time, and you enjoyed the way that everything seemed to slow down. finally, ethan opened a door and pulled you in behind him. you realised where you were- his room. it smelled like ethan, like citrus and musk and something you could only describe as boy. 

you let out a small giggle as ethan reached for a remote, colored lights dousing the room in a sultry red glow. “setting the mood?”

quickly, you were shut up in the best possible way. ethan kissed your roughly, all teeth and tongue and hands everywhere as he backed you against one of his walls. you let yourself get lost in him, basking in the warmth of your hunger for him. one of ethan’s cold hands made its way under your shirt, the other holding your jaw in place as he bit into your bottom lip once again, making you whine. 

“feel good?” ethan asked, breathlessly. you could hear the smirk in his voice, but you couldn’t help the way your back arched at the simple question. your nails dug into his shoulder as ethan slid his thumb under the band of your bra, and he let out a rough moan, managing to undo the clasp with one hand. ethan pulled away from you long enough to rid you of your shirt, discarding your bra on the floor as well while you practically ripped his hoodie off, desperate to feel his skin against your own. he clearly wanted the same, judging by the way he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flesh against his chest. 

ethan managed to capture both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above your head. you were unfamiliar with the feeling of being restrained, but the sensation seemed to send your heart thrumming even faster. he kissed you until your lips were sore and your knees were weak before finally dropping his forehead to yours. ethan took his chance, letting his eyes roam all over you and you watched his pupils grow larger until his eyes were practically black. “jesus fuck, y/n. you’re beautiful.”

your voice came out high and breathy as you responded. “ ‘could say the same about you.” you were practically panting, your body no longer responding to your mind as your back arched. ethan let out a hard breath. 

“do you know what you do to me?”

your eyes fluttered shut as ethan’s lips met the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue exploring the delicate flesh. he quickly found your weak spot and focused his attention there; he let his teeth gently sink into your skin, making you gasp before using his soft tongue to soothe the spot. he repeated this process all over your neck, sucking on your flesh when he found a sweet spot. you knew that you’d be covered in purple-blue bruises, but you’d wear them proudly- that was ethan’s motivation for marking you up.

ethan trailed soft, wet kisses all the way down your neck to your collarbones, groaning at the way you pushed your chest toward him. he hesitated, but started kissing back up your neck, your jaw, back up to your lips. he released his grip on your wrist and you quickly cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with everything in you. you wanted the boy to feel the way you wanted him, and you knew he could as his lips seemed to slow, the kisses getting deeper and deeper. you lost yourself completely in ethan, unsure of where he started and you ended. you could feel his heartbeat against your own, the two thumping rapidly, almost erratic.

the two of you stayed pressed up against each other, your back firmly against the wall for a while, until ethan finally pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “bed?”

you nodded eagerly, wanting the boy all over you. the two of you stumbled, half kissing over to the mattress, falling together. ethan quickly situated himself on top of your body, caging you in between his arms. he began kissing down your body at a torturously slow pace, tracing the dark marks he’d already left with his soft tongue, driving you insane. ethan took his time working down to your breasts, finally taking one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth. you let out an almost guttural moan at the sensation, pleasure overwhelming your senses. ethan hummed at your reaction, only intensifying the feeling. you tangled a hand in his hair, the other digging into his back, leaving long, red scratches on his pale skin. 

ethan swirled his tongue around your bud, taking extreme pride in the way you let your head fall back against the mattress, moans of his name spilling from your lips. he tucked an arm under the arch of your back, pulling your body even closer to him- he didn’t want any space dividing the two of you. ethan pulled off of your puffy nipple with a soft moan, wasting no time in kissing over your chest, pulling the other into his mouth. he covered your chest in dark, deep bruises, admiring his work under the sensual glow of the red lights. “so pretty..”

you couldn’t form full sentences to respond with, just broken moans and pleads and tugs on his hair. ethan found it endearing, the way you wanted him so badly. he couldn’t help but give you what you needed.

he kisses hastily down your body leaving small lovebites here and there on your ribs, your stomach. ethan hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your skirt and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin right above the fabric. “this okay?”

“yes, i- please,” you pleaded, lifting your hips to make it easier. ethan got rid of the piece of clothing, discarding it on his bedroom floor, quickly followed by your panties. he let out a throaty moan, his eyes working over you lazily, like he had all the time in the world. he admired your body until you wriggled underneath him, needing some sort of stimulation. 

“what do you want, baby?”

“you,” you whined, desperation weaving through your voice. ethan pressed gentle, warm kisses on your hip bones, fighting a laugh. 

“i know that. what specifically?”

“fuck, ethan. anything, just touch me. please.”

“okay, okay. and you're positive this is alright?”

“yes. i’m so sure. i swe-” your words died in the back of your throat as ethan pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small, soft circles. “holy fuck.”

“already so worked up,” ethan mumbled, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. “this because of me?”

you were taken aback by the way your high seemed to multiply the pleasure by tens of thousands- ethan was barely touching you and you could feel your high approaching quickly. you couldn’t find the words to answer him as ethan shifted between your legs, giving himself a better view of your sex. “does that feel okay?”

a stream of swears left your lips as ethan quickened his pace, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. “so fucking good, just like that.” the knots in your stomach continued to tighten as you balled the sheets in your fist, tugging at his hair with the other hand.

ethan pressed a kiss dangerously low on your hip, looking up at you. “can i?”

your hips bucked at the tone of his voice, and you nodded vigorously. ethan kept his eyes on yours as he ran his tongue through your folds, lapping your arousal up. he couldn’t help but groan at the taste of you, the way you pulled at his hair, putting his mouth where you wanted it before letting your head fall back onto his bed. ethan started to suck at your sensitive bud, rolling his tongue over the bundle of nerves and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“i- fuck- i’m close.”

he hummed, the vibrations sending you over the edge. your eyes rolled back into your head while you tugged at his hair, your orgasm completely undoing you- the high only added to the sensation, making it that much better. your hips bucked under the skillful work of his soft tongue as ethan let you ride out your high on his face. 

ethan dropped a gentle kiss on your clit before peppering your entire body with them, giggling at the way you squealed. he finally attached his lips to your neck, your jaw, back to your lips. you kissed him hard, tasting yourself off of him. finally, when your exhaustion won out you pulled away, running your hands through ethan’s fluffy hair. 

“how was that?”

you propped yourself up on your elbows, pecking ethan’s lips. “so, so good,” you mewled between heavy breaths. ethan bit down on his lower lip and smiled, pride filling his system. 

“god, you look good moaning my name. you're beautiful, you know,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. ethan looked at you with a tenderness in his eyes, placing another kiss on your lips. “think you can go again?”

ethan started trailing down your body again, not waiting for an answer. he was laser focused on pleasuring you, making you whine and whimper for him- only for him. before he could get far, though, you were grabbing at his arm and shaking your head. he flushed, peeling away from you while starting to profusely apologize, but you pressed a finger to his lips. 

“want you. inside of me,” you explained between pants, still exhausted from the first round of stimulation. ethan threw his head back, swearing. 

“jesus christ, y/n. need me that bad, baby?”

his choice of words drowned you in desire, and you were all his. “yes. please, ethan?”

he wanted to fuck you until all you could do was moan his name just like that, over and over again. before you could process what was happening ethan had his hands all over you, roaming your body as he practically drooled at the sight before him: your already fucked out body, the sweet look painting your face, begging for him. ethan could barely control himself, his words coming out as rough murmurs.

“protection? i mean, i have it.”

you bit at your lip, hard. you were on birth control, and you wanted him- all of him.

shaking your head, you explained. “birth control. we’ll be fine, if you’re comfortable.”

you jumped as ethan moved a finger to your entrance, dipping into your sex. he groaned at the way you clenched around the appendage, his cock jumping in his boxers. “want my cum inside you?”

“yes- fuck, ethan, please,” you begged, reduced to nothing. all you wanted; all you needed was him inside you, ruining your body until you couldn’t take anymore pleasure. 

“so tight,” he mumbled, lining another finger up. you bucked your hips, the sensitivity almost too much as he stretched you out, watching the way your face contorted under his influence. ethan placed a large hand low on your abdomen, applying light pressure. “if you can’t take this, you won’t be able to take me.”

you nodded, pace almost desperate for him to continue. “feels good baby. so good.”

you took note of the pleased expression that stretched over ethan’s face as you praised the boy- you were just telling the truth, but clearly he liked to hear what a good job he was doing. ethan brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves and you grabbed at his wrist, nails digging into skin. 

“gonna make me cum again,” you warned, but ethan only smiled at you, nodding almost condescendingly.

“wanna finish on my fingers, pretty girl?”

you wanted to say no, wait to come undone around him, but his movements felt too good. you dug your nails into his arm even harder, your other hand clawing into ethan’s soft sheets as the knots in your stomach came undone, your walls contracting around his fingers tight enough to make him moan. 

ethan let his pace slow, extending your orgasm as you practically rode his hand, crying out in absolute euphoria as he increased pressure on your clit.  unable to form words, you released your grasp on the boy’s arm, bringing your hand up to his face instead. you pulled ethan’s lips down to meet yours, whining at the feeling of his clothed cock grinding against your center.

ethan couldn’t take it anymore, quickly ridding himself of the soft sweatpants. you watched as his manhood sprung up, hitting his abdomen; the sight in and of itself enough to make you let out another bliss-filled noise. ethan let his eyes fall to yours as he stroked himself, shuddering at the heavenly friction. again, his voice came out low as he lined himself up with you.

“sure?”

far beyond words, you nodded and laced your fingers through his. 

ethan returned your grasp with a sweet squeeze, gliding the tip of his cock through your folds- coating himself in your arousal. the two of you moaned in sync; a sweet, satisfied sort of harmony. finally, ethan pushed into you slowly, gasping at the feeling. you couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled back into your head, the feeling of him inside you almost too much. 

“you okay?”

“so good,” you breathed, trying not to yelp at the feeling spreading through your lower body. ethan was well endowed- the biggest you’d ever taken- and it was an addictive sort of pain. he moved slowly, stopping a few times; allowing you to adjust around his length. when he’d bottomed out, ethan let his head fall back, groans escaping his throat.

“so fucking tiny,” he gasped, a groan cutting his statement off. “feel so good around me, gorgeous.”

you nodded at him, trying your best to meet ethan’s eyes as you praised the boy. “so fucking big- you feel so good,” you whined, your hips bucking. “want you so bad.”

a breathless laugh escaped ethan’s lungs as he maneuvered a hand behind one of your thighs, lifting your leg to hook over his shoulder. he pushed even deeper into you and black spots began to crowd the sides of your vision, the pleasure overwhelming. slowly, ethan started to pull out of you, eliciting filthy words and moans from you before he slid his length back in. 

“fucking hell, y/n. so tight,” he said, voice tipping up into a whimper at the end. he quickened his pace, the noise of sleeping skin filling the room. you could barely contain yourself, no longer fighting the stream of murmurs and swears leaving your lips as ethan continued to pump in and out of you. your next orgasm was already building, the coils tightening rapidly in your lower belly.

ethan let his hand wander down to your sensitive bud, almost coming undone at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut. you traced up his forearm, scraping at his sweet skin before knotting your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots. 

“eyes open, baby. look at me.”

you could’ve cum then and there, the instructions only turning you on further. you forced your eyes open, meeting his as ethan sped up again. an almost animalistic noise left your throat as ethan thrusted into you roughly- you weren’t going to be able to hang on much longer. ethan felt the way your walls were clenching around him, fluttering and tightening as he increased his speed on your clit.

“close?” he asked, unable to say much more than that. your grip around him was euphoric- he was closer than he’d like to be. it hadn’t been more than 20 minutes, but with the way you were pulling at his head, almost crying in completely bliss, ethan wanted to fill you to the brim with his cum then fuck it into your sensitive pussy, overstimulating the sweet flesh.

you nodded, humming a small “mhm,” as you looked at him with wide eyes. ethan paused for a moment, shifting your leg up even higher onto his shoulder before plunging back into you. you felt the head of his cock hit a new, even more delicious spot and you became almost delirious. looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, you felt a tear crawl down your cheek.

“gonna cum, ethan-”

“fuck- me too. let go, baby.”

your entire body seemed to shake and shudder under the force of your orgasm- it hit you like a fucking train. you felt ethan’s thrusts get sloppier as he buried himself inside you, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. he whimpered as he shot his cum deep into your pussy, the sensation all consuming. the two of you stayed like that for a while- riding out your highs with each other, rough moans turned to honey-sweet mewls. 

as your heart rate started to come down, you peppered the boy's face with soft, careless kisses: ones that he gladly returned. ethan finally found your lips, pressing tender, long kisses to the swollen skin. 

“you’re a fucking god,” you murmured, stressing the word as ethan’s face flushed even hotter than it already had been.

“that,” he huffed, breathing still hard and uneven, “would be you.”

you giggled at the statement, your voice hitching as ethan slowly pulled out of you. you could feel a mixture of him and you spill out, the substance flowing over your things as ethan kissed down your body, taking in the sight between your legs. 

“so pretty, baby,” he whispered, sinking a long finger into your pussy. your whole body spasmed at the feeling, completely overstimulated. ethan pulled out of you softly, watching the way his cum seemed to spill out of you endlessly. he placed small, delicate kisses to the marks he’d left covering your thighs, admiring his work. “can i keep you here for the night?” he asked, eyes turning affectionate.

you nodded at the boy as he came back up to meet your lips, then your forehead. as you settled onto his chest, drawing lazy patterns on his skin, ethan's voice seemed to return to normal.

“such a good girl.”

[loveyhoneydovey]

SFW Alphabet with Joaquín Torres

Note: I've been dying to write something like this so I decided to do it with my baby first. Might do Sam next

All my stories are written with a bisexual reader of colour in mind, but anyone else is more than welcome to read them

Joaquín Torres x GN!Reader

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s a very affectionate partner and especially shows his love through physical affection and acts of service. He wants to feel useful and do his best to make life easier and more enjoyable for you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’d be the type of best friend that’s not physically there often, due to the nature of his job. However, when you do get a chance to spend it feels like he’s never been gone. He completely focuses on you, asks for updates about your life and checks if you need anything. He’s so chill and he’s got the type of personality that has you at ease. You first met him at a mutual friend’s wedding, you both got a bit tipsy and decided to hang out with each other and that was the start of a beautiful friendship

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

YES!!! As I previously mentioned, he loves physical touch and cuddling is one of his favourite ways of showing affection. He loves being the small spoon and he’s not ashamed to say it. He says it’s because you make him feel safe and makes him feel like he has a home to go back to after all the shit he sees

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He wants to settle down for sure, eventually. Before meeting you, he thought that would come later, but you definitely made him rethink. I don’t think he’s the best cook, but I think he has a few of recipes of food his mom made him when he was younger. Those are the ones he learned to perfect. As for cleaning, because of how strict his life is at the army, I think he allows himself to be a bit messy at home. Definitely messy and not dirty. You both try to split house chores evenly.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think he’d be honest and would do it in person. Ending a relationship that played such an important part in his life is definitely heartbreaking, but he thinks he owes it to himself and to you to put an end to it before it gets worse. He’d rather end things on semi good terms than letting it sour and go nowhere.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He always told himself, when it came to relationships, he’d go with the flow and see how he felt about long-term commitment. He’s a m*ilitary boy, so I think he kinda (unintentionally) follows the stereotype and proposes quickly. Although in his case he does it because he’s truly in love with you and doesn’t want to wait longer than he has to make you his. He’d propose after about a year and a half I’d say.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Have you seen him? He’s the gentlest sweetest baby in every way. I think the fact that he sees so much violence and horror during his deployment pushes him to be more gentle in other aspects of his life. More specifically with you and his family. He wants you to feel like you can come to him for anything whether it’s when you’re feeling down or when you’ve cut your finger on a piece of glass. Either way he’ll treat you with kindness, but not like you’re breakable.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

omg he LOVES hugs. Again, due to the nature of his job, he doesn’t get a lot of physical affection, which drives him crazy. So when he’s home, you can expect him to attack you with hugs all day long. Doesn’t matter if you’re washing the dishes or brushing your teeth. He’ll come up from behind and wrap his arms around your waist, while putting his chin on your shoulder. If you’re facing him, he’s going to engulf you and wrap his arms around you. His hugs are warm and comforting and make you feel safe.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

oh real quick, but actually so do you. I actually headcanon that you two say it at the same time by accident. You both were probably nervous because it was after like two months, but end up laughing it off cause you were so in sync.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He understands the root of jealousy is mostly insecurity, so he doesn’t get jealous often, because he’s secure in his relationship with you and is actually pretty confident with himself. Of course, it happens occasionally, he’s only human. However, you both always thought that feeling jealous sometimes wasn’t bad, but what could lead to issues was the way one could act on it. So, whenever he feels jealous he takes a moment to collect his thoughts if he needs to, then you’d both talk about it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are often playful and sweet. He doesn’t like to take himself too seriously and neither do you, so you keep things light and playful, but that doesn’t mean it’s not passionate. On the contrary, you feel his love for you with every kiss he leaves on you skin. His favourite place to kiss you is on the nose, because of the way you scrunch it and giggle after he kisses it. As for where he liked to be kissed, soon after you started dating, you found out he loved being shirtless which allowed you to notice he had a beauty mark on the upper part of his right shoulder. From that moment, you developed a habit of kissing it and it made him melt, so it became his favourite place to be kissed.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Oh the BEST. For some reason he attracts them. You told him it was probably because he was a child himself and he flipped you off. You actually think it’s because he’s so cheerful and happy, and he treats them like they’re his friends. You’ve caught him having full on conversations with your friends’ babies who couldn’t even speak yet. And once you had kids, he did the same thing with them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Whenever possible, you have lazy mornings where you alternate between sleeping, having lazy morning sex and snacking. If it’s a regular morning, he usually has to leave before you, and every time you’d try to distract him and make him stay a bit longer. He’s so used to your “five more minutes, please” that he started waking up five minutes earlier.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

This man has a whole skincare routine before going to sleep. If you also do, then you both complete your routines side by side in front of the bathroom mirror. He might read a bit before bed (and you try to sneakily take a pic of him in his glasses cause you think he looks so cute), or you’d both talk about your day and maybe cuddle a bit before turning off your lamps and getting some sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’d open up slowly, there was no pressure between the two of you and he took his time to share the more difficult parts of his life. Now if you open up to him about something defining or traumatic that happened in your life, he might open up faster to let you know you’re not alone, but also to reciprocate the trust you put in him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s pretty patient most of the time and tries to not let himself get angry over little things, however he’s still human. So depending on the gravity of the situation, he might get angered quickly if he sees something upsetting happening, however, he’s very careful with the way he reacts. He knows something done in anger can lead to regret and guilt, so he thinks before he acts and speaks.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I think he’d remember an important date like your birthday, he knows around what time your anniversary is, but I feel like he would forget which date it is exactly. He’d remember the most random facts about you, like the kind of stuff where you think he was paying attention, but he was listening subconsciously.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Cliché, but it was during your honeymoon. It was the first time you had referred to him as your husband and it made his heart swell with pride. The love you held for him was so obvious when you looked at him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s protective when he needs to be. He’s not overbearing and trusts that you’re capable of taking care of yourself most of the time. He will step in if he feels like a situation is escalating (let’s say if you’re getting physically or verbally harassed) and he will put himself physically between you and whoever’s trying to harm you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Omg listen this baby puts so much effort into making your dates enjoyable. He plans out full picnics with cute cakes and charcuterie boards and that doesn’t stop as your relationship progresses. Any gifts he gives you usually have a meaning behind them, and he doesn’t always buy them, sometimes he makes them himself. As I said, he is a bit messy in his daily life, but you two actually have a chart with who’s supposed to do what and that’s how you share your chores, and he does mostly follow it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a habit of leaving some important stuff until the last minute. It works out in the end, but it causes him an unnecessary amount of stress.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

… have you seen the amount shirtless selfies Danny takes? I think Torres is the exact same. So, he does like to take care of his looks, especially when he sees the effect it has on you. And he has to stay in shape either way, due to his job

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I think he’d be heartbroken and might feel incomplete for the first few months, but as time goes one, he begins to feel whole again and learns to feel self sufficient.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He wants to learn another language fluently someday. He wants to help people and he thinks there’s no better way than being able to understand their needs in their native language to be able to help

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I think he doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes or smoke. He doesn’t mind if his partner’s a smoker, but he probably wouldn’t be around them while they’re smoking.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

This boy sleeps in the weirdest, funniest positions. Like you’d go to sleep in a normal position side by side, or with your back to him, then when you’d wake up you’d find him in a new position every time.

[whumpasaurus101]

Re-trained

WH-WH-WHUMP??? LEE WROTE WHUMP???? NOT JUST A BUILD UP AND SKIPPING THE ACC WHUMP BIT??? :O I know, I know, it's unbelievable. I.wrote.whump. Ddgdyuhj oki i know i do write some but i haven't done a proper whopper in a while so uhhhhh :D

also this is a follow up piece from this one!!

CW: Creepy creeeeeepy whumper / Defiant whumpee ‘turning’ ‘broken’ hehe / whumpee referred to as boy but he’s over 18 :D`/ knives / sorta.. Carving… i think is the right word? Hhehe / possessive whumper / forced hug / manipulative whumper

Asher knelt in the middle of the basement, wrists rubbed raw from fighting against the restraints. He was so tired, he just wanted to rest for a small bit. “Well, it seems like I have such a wide selection!” Asher groaned, “Please Aiden, can we just… not do this?” “And where would the fun be in that?” Aiden whined.

“Oh…I don't know, maybe the part where my back doesn't get whipped to shreds, or I won’t get cut by your ‘oh so lovely’ pocket knife! And not to mention I- The sharp whistle of a whip was the only warning Asher had before it smacked him across his face. Asher leg out a gasp. Aiden tried to compose himself and took several deep breaths, he stormed over and grabbed Asher by the chin roughly. He brought him face-to-face and slowly traced his trust pocketknife along his face.

“Now you listen to me Danny bo-“

“That’s not my name.”

There was a beat of silence as Aiden tried to believe what he had just heard. “I beg your pardon?” Asher gulped, “I uh- I said that’s not my name. I-” Asher gulped, “Should probably stop talking now, shouldn't I?”

Aiden chuckled, “Yes. Oh yes you should.” He traced the knife down Asher’s small scar which was placed on his lower lip from all the busted lips he had gotted, “My, my, another one to our collection, hm?”

Asher’s breath stuttered, too scared to say a word. He whined as the knife dug deeper into his skin and the metallic taste filled his mouth. He used all of his strength not to spit out the blood. Aiden would’ve killed him.

The knife continued to travel down his chin and curved. Then it was lifted and Asher let out a gasp. “Oh I missed this. I missed us. Oh Danny, none of them back home are as pretty or good as you. Just come home with me! I’ll take you home!! And you’d never have to deal with Rodger ever again!!!”

Asher was about to cry. He felt so overwhelmed as he shook his head fast, “No! No! Not in a billion years! I-I’d never go back with you I-” He was cut off once more as Aiden punched Asher straight in the gut. When Asher let out a cry, Rodger held him close and hugged him.

He ran his hands through Asher’s hair, “Shhhh baby, I know it hurts. You're alright. You just need to learn. Remember what I always told you?” Asher gasped at the sudden realization that he forgot. Aiden grabbed the knife and started to slice a small line on the nape of Asher’s neck, still cradling his head. Asher let out a scream and started sobbing, “Please! I-I don't remember!”

“That's okay my little dove, I bet you need a reminder after spending so long with Rodger. I know he's too soft.”

Asher tried to remind himself how none of this was right. Aiden was wrong. But… maybe he wasn't. “Obedience-” Slice “Means-” Slice “Less-” Slice “Pain.” Slice.

Asher was a sobbing mess at this point but he nodded. The sudden rush of memories came back to him. Back in Aiden’s place. No. no. he wasn't going back there!!!!! He-he couldn't!!!

Aiden stood up, gently lifting Asher up along with him, feeling how Asher leaned into his touch. “Let's get you cleaned up, petal.” Asher shuddered but nodded and let Aiden bring him wherever he was being brought to. No fighting. No cursing. No talking back. Silence.

Asher sat in the bathtub, staring blankly at the tiles ahead of him with glassy eyes. Aiden ran a sponge along Asher’s neck, gently, “I'm so proud of you, you did so good.” Asher started to cry again. He hated it. He hated how weak he was. How vulnerable.

He wanted Rodger. Jack. Anyone who was not Aiden.

Aiden dug the sponge deeper into Asher’s cuts, “Why do you hate me so much?”

Asher took a shaky breath, “Because you put me through so much pain,” He whined. He bit his lip, keeping back sobs.

“I'm only doing what's best for you. I know you don't know that. But one day you will notice. And thank me. I'm doing all of this for you Asher, and don't you forget it.”

An hour later, Asher was kneeling by Aiden’s side as Aiden quietly read his book, occasionally stopping petting Asher’s hair to turn the page. Asher blinked back the tears he felt were coming. When was Rodger going to be home? He would do anything.

Just to answer his prayers, Asher heard a key fiddling in the front door’s lock. Aiden must have noticed Asher’s excitement, he quickly tightened his grip on Asher’s hair, making the boy whine. Rodger hesitated at the door when he saw Asher kneeling quietly by Aiden’s side, “What's going on?”

Aiden looked up from his book, “Hm?” Rodger gulped and dared to take another step forward, “I just… it's very quiet in here, don't you think?” Aiden chuckled, “That, my friend. Is the sound of obedience. I finally retrained my- your mutt.” He stood up and gathered his glasses and book. He walked past a gobsmacked Rodger and turned back, “Oh, and if he acts out again, don't hesitate to call me.

“Ciao!”

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thank you for reading!!!!! <3

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑃𝑡.2 (𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎×𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

Part One/ Part Three / Part Four

Pairing: Badboy! Park Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Reader (Female)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, College Au.

Summary: Y/N has no idea what to make of the mysterious Park Seonghwa. Does he really like her or is he simply playing with her?

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Flipping the light switches off, Y/N typed in the security code into the pin pad before closing the door behind her, the faint beeping from inside letting her know that the alarm was functioning properly. She honestly wondered at times about if anyone would ever think about robbing a coffee shop. Granted it made a lot of money during certain seasons, but unless you actually work in one, you probably wouldn't think so. Yet it was surprising to know it could make as much money as any famous fast food restaurant. Well.....with those sky high prices, it made sense.

She stopped and checked to make sure she had everything in her bag, not wanting to risk having left her keys inside and find out until she reached her apartment. Satisfied by the confirmation, she began her walk home. If it had been fall or winter, she would have seriously considered taking a bus, even though it wasn't that far away. But it was summer and thankfully there was still an hour left before the sun finally set. She truly believed she was lucky to have found a place to live that was close not only to her workplace, but also her school, even if it was a tiny studio apartment. She felt proud to say it was hers.

Feeling something tug on her sneaker, she looked down and realized one of her shoes was untied. She bent down and began tying it up again, carelessly placing her bag right next to her on the street. She was so focused on her task in front of her, she failed to notice the looming figure in front of her.

"You know anybody could just whisk away your bag and run at this moment?"

She snapped her head back up and saw Seonghwa standing in front of her, an amused smile on his face. He bent down and picked up her bag, dusting off the dirt that had gotten on the bottom part of it in the process.

"Tsk. Tsk. And here I thought you were a more.... what's the word? Meticulous person."

Y/N gave him a questioning gaze before standing up, quickly grabbing her bag from him.

"Not even a thank you?" Seonghwa shook his head.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you went home." Y/N said, clearly confused as to why he'd be there still.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at her.

"I thought I told you back in the shop that I'd see you later?"

Y/N recalled the moment, it did seem weird to her that he'd say that.

"Well doll, it's later......and I wanted to see you." He explained, a slight smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

Y/N let out a tiny scoff.

"Why?"

Seonghwa blinked at her response.

"I thought I made myself clear the other day Y/N. I like you."

Y/N blushed slightly at the memory of him confronting her back in school. She was hoping the shadow from the building in front of her casted enough to hide it from him.

"And I said there would be plenty of time to get to know each other.....well I'm free right now and obviously so are you. So why don't we get something to eat? My treat."

He grinned at her, obviously not expecting her to turn down his offer. Any other girl wouldn't say no to Seonghwa. But Y/N wasn't any girl, and she wasn't about to say yes to someone she hardly knew. Especially not when he acted so strange for her liking.

"No thank you."

She quickly responded and took a step to walk away from him, but his hand reached out and stopped her from moving any further.

"Why not?" He asked.

Y/N tried to think of an excuse, any quick excuse to get out of this.

"I'm not hungry." Was the best thing she could think of.

The loud grumbling of her stomach was a dead giveaway of her fat lie. After working 8 hours straight with only a bowl of cereal for breakfast and a muffin on her only break, of course she was borderline starving and needed something in her stomach before it began eating itself. Her hands clutched her stomach, hoping to silence the obnoxious noise, but ultimately just making it more obvious.

Seonghwa looked down at her figure and snorted softly.

"Seriously, I know a really good place here that sells burgers and shakes. Are you really going to say no to free food?"

At this point she could either tell him to fuck off and stomp away home, but ultimately she'd leave even more hungry and would still have to whip up something on the stove that would take approximately half an hour or more. Or she could accept his offer, but it'd mean interacting with him, not that it was necessarily a bad thing, but she honestly didn't know what to make of him. He's been straightforward with her all this time, but how was she to know he was being serious? For all she knew, he could just be playing with her. After all, isn't that what all bad boys are known for?

Guess there was only one way to find out.

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Y/N looked around at the 50's themed diner she was in:

Black and white tiled floor that was so clean it almost looked slippery. Cherry red leather seats, either in the form of booths, tables or chairs on the front white counter that stretched at least 40 feet. An array of old records hanged on the wall, whether or not you could actually play them on a record player or if they were just flimsy decorations would forever be a secret. An old juke box was stationed in one of the corners of the counter currently playing The Beatles, its color combination of yellow and blue not quite appealing to the eyes. And of course, a pinball machine was placed near the entrance for kids to waste their quarters on. They even had a light blue 1955 convertible Chevrolet Bel Air for people to go take pictures of or with. At this point it wouldn't have surprised Y/N if waitresses came out of the kitchen in roller skates and started singing songs from Grease or Hairspray.

It became an even more ironic thought when she saw Seonghwa walk back to her with their food. Dressed in a white shirt, distressed jeans, black combat boots and black leather jacket with his hair slicked back, he could almost be a modern day Danny Zuko and for some reason, that thought made her bust a tiny giggle.

"What's so funny?" Seonghwa asked as he sat the tray down in front of her.

"Oh....nothing." She was not about to get caught.

Seonghwa looked at her funny, but ultimately decided not to pry.

"Here you go."

He slipped her food in front of her: a burger the size of her two hands and a 32 ounce chocolate shake with whipped chocolate and a cherry on the top. A well sized platter with regular fries and curly fries made it obvious that they were going to share them. She didn't mind though, the portions were so big she doubted she'd even finish half of it.

She dug into the food, her stomach thanking her for finally putting something in her body. She was so hungry that she didn't care if she was eating like how she usually ate when she was at home, messy and slobbish. She was halfway through her burger, when she caught Seonghwa just staring at her. That's when she started to feel self conscious. She quickly swallowed what was currently in her mouth and grabbed a napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth.

Seonghwa giggled at her.

"Don't worry about it. It's pretty refreshing to see a girl not care about how she looks like when she eats, and to actually eat. You have no idea how many girls I've brought here who only get salads and nothing else."

He cringed slightly at past memories of awful dates that make him wanna kick himself for even thinking they were attractive. He blamed himself though. He tended to only look at pretty faces and end up regretting it when he found out they were all self-centered, shallow, and prissy girls that just made his blood boil.

"Maybe that's why I like you. You're different."

He didn't even realize he said that out loud until she whipped her head up at him. He was stunned that he accidentally let that slip, but he was able to play it off coolly.

"How......how can you..... we've never even..?" Y/N couldn't even completely form her question but Seonghwa knew what she was referring to.

Sighing softly, he began:

"Well I'm going to sound like a total creep now but that's inevitable. It was a few months back, when you had changed majors and had to be transferred to our class..."

Seonghwa ignored the usual reprimand of the professor, telling him he was late again. As if he didn't do it on purpose. He just hated this class. It was undoubtedly one of the most boring subjects one could possibly take. He began to stare off into space, not even bothering to listen to what was being said.

He looked around at the familiar faces he saw in class, the same people from last year. Until a head of (insert hair color) hair caught his eye. She was definitely not there before. Seonghwa tried to think if he had ever seen her around before, but couldn't quite remember.

Unknowingly, he found himself staring at her more and more each time they had class together. He found out she had a habit of tapping her pen against her cheek when she was trying to concentrate, she kept everything in her bag organized and hardly socialized with anybody.

One time he followed her to her locker, just to briefly see what was inside of it. You can always tell a lot about a person based on how they decorate their locker. But Seonghwa only saw a few pictures of what he assumed was her family, few friends and a lot of sticky notes with motivational quotes written on them in various sharpie colors, with either stars or diamonds as decorations.

That just peeked his curiosity even more in trying to decipher who the mysterious girl was, and his curiosity turned to fondness for the girl, so he had no choice but to admit that he was attracted to her and wanted to get close to her.

"Wait. Is that why you were staring at me in class the other day?" Y/N asked after he told her all that.

"Took you long enough to notice too. You were so oblivious to it that it was kinda funny." He chuckled.

Y/N looked back at that moment and realized she still had so many questions left.

"But then why did you look angry after I looked away?"

Seonghwa shifted his position, sitting up straighter so he could look at her.

"Why? Cause you looked at me with such a bitch face and even rolled your eyes at me. I was kinda angry and hurt that you did that given how I feel about you." He explained.

Y/N looked at him confused.

"I did not roll my eyes at you."

"Uh....yeah. You did. You looked at me as if I was a bug or something." He corrected her.

"Well..... I was tired and hungry! I'm not in control of my actions or emotions when I'm in that state." She tried defending herself, feeling somewhat embarrassed that she had no control over her facial expressions.

"Yeah, I've noticed. You weren't all that happy 25 minutes ago when I asked you out on this date." Now it was Seonghwa's turn to roll his eyes at her previous behavior.

"This....this isn't a date!" Y/N exclaimed.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Oh no? Do enlighten me then. What is this?"

Y/N thought about it for a moment.

"We are just 2 individuals, having a meal together and conversing." She stated.

"Why are we conversing though?" Seonghwa continued to pry.

Y/N hummed.

"Because you said you wanted to get to know me better?"

Seonghwa smiled at that.

"Sounds to me like a date then."

Y/N mentally face palmed. She practically walked into that one herself. She sighed as she picked up one of the fries and dipped it into her milkshake before eating it.

"And now I've learnt one more thing about you: we have similar tastes in eating."

Y/N watched as he mirrored her actions and dipped his fries in his strawberry milkshake. Y/N decided to just finish eating as soon as possible so she could go home early. The sun was starting to set and she didn't like walking home in the dark, even if rarely any crime happened in this neighborhood. She was planning on not saying anything else, but then something popped in her mind that made her ask:

"Wait a minute! The day after the.....incident." She began.

"You mean when you were a total bitch?" Seonghwa teased.

"Haha, funny." She threw a fry at him, causing Seonghwa to laugh even harder.

She had to admit though, he had a cute laugh.

"Anyways, the day afterwards, I heard 2 girls talking in the bathroom about you. They said that you were pissed off at me-"

"I kinda was." He interrupted her again.

"Let me finish!" She cried out rather annoyed.

Seonghwa bit his lip as he stifled another laugh. He found it adorable when Y/N got agitated.

"They made it sound like you were going to beat me up. Something about 'giving it to me'" She held up her fingers in quoting signals.

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, trying to decipher what she meant. Then it hit him.

"Oh! No. Trust me, I wasn't going to beat you up. As for 'giving it to you' "

He mimicked her quotation signs, causing Y/N to glare at him for teasing her again.

"I was referring to the notepad you dropped. Remember? I gave it back to you?"

Now she face palmed literally as she realized she hadn't thought about that. And here she thought she was dead meat for sure.

"Was that why you were avoiding me the rest of the week? You actually believed I was going to fight you?"

Y/N swirled her milkshake with her straw, unable to look at Seonghwa in the eyes anymore.

"Y/N? I'm talking to you. You really believed that?"

The authority in his voice made her look up at him, his expression showing offense and indignation at the thought that she actually believed him capable of such a thing.

"Why would you think that?" He continued his interrogation.

"Well..... I don't know! Ok? Maybe cause I've heard so many rumors about you. You don't exactly have the best of reputations at school. Everyone says how you're...."

Her voice trailed off, afraid to finish her sentence, afraid to offend or hurt him in anyway .

"That I'm a delinquent? A criminal?"

Y/N blinked when he said that, as if he could read her mind.

"I know what people say about me, I'm not blind nor deaf to their gossip." He stated, not at all unfazed by what he often heard.

"So does that mean none of it is true?" She couldn't help but want the answer to her question.

"Well depends. Have I gotten into a lot of fights with other guys? Yes. Do I have a temper at times that gets me in trouble? Yes. Have I fucked a bunch of girls just for fun? Definitely. Do I smoke or drink often? I'm not denying it."

Seonghwa reached into his pocket and took out his lighter, twirling it around in his hand a few times so Y/N could get a glance at it before putting it back in his pants.

"But have I ever vandalized, stolen or done anything remotely illegal? No. Have I beaten someone up for no good reason? No."

Y/N listened to his words very carefully. She was amazed how he was calmly telling her all of this.

"And I most certainly have never even thought about lifting a finger against a woman. Especially not one I'm interested in." He confessed abruptly, causing Y/N to gulp her drink a little fast, nearly making her choke.

"I'm sorry." She apologized.

Seonghwa chuckled softly.

"Don't be. I get why you'd be scared. I just wish you'd get to know the real me......"

He reached his hand out and lightly brushed his finger on the top of her knuckles.

"Kinda like how I want to know you..."

The physical contact sent a weird feeling down her body. It was chilly, yet warm at the same time. She wanted to reach out and lace her fingers in his, and she would have, until a high pitched voice interrupted them.

"Seonghwa! Is that you?!"

They looked over to see a purple haired boy waving his hand in the air, as if his loud voice didn't make his presence already known. A pink haired boy was standing next to him, looking embarrassed as his friend jumped up and down. Having had enough of that, he pulled the boy by his arm and ran over to Seonghwa and Y/N's table.

"Hi! What a coincidence to see you here! Why didn't you tell us you would be here? You could have joined Yeosang and I. He promised to take me out to eat." He pulled whom Y/N assumed to be Yeosang closer to him.

The purple haired boy spoke so loud and fast Y/N had a hard time understand what he was saying.

"Promised? I was threatened." Yeosang replied, causing the other boy to let out a loud laugh, making Y/N think of a hyena.

"Hyung, where are your manners? Aren't you going to introduce us to your girlfriend?"

Seonghwa blushed and cleared his throat. It was the first time Y/N saw him get flustered and it was definitely funny.

"Y/N isn't my girlfriend-"

"Oh really? Great! Cause she's cute."

The boy wasted no time and held his hand out to her.

"My name is Wooyoung, I'm single, Bi, and I have a driver's license." He winked at her.

"For a moped." Yeosang corrected him.

Wooyoung sent a glare towards his friend.

"Y/N, these are my friends: Wooyoung and Yeosang. They go to our school, but you've probably never seen them cause they're a grade below us."

Y/N nodded and waved awkwardly at them.

"Yeosang, Wooyoung, this is Y/N. She's not my girlfriend, but she's off limits. Ok?" Seonghwa made sure to lock eyes with Wooyoung, silently warning him not to step any further into his territory.

"So if she's not your girlfriend, does that mean she's a fuck bud-"

Yeosang stepped on Wooyoung's foot, causing him to bend over in pain. Yeosang however smiled sweetly as if nothing happened.

"Anyways, it was nice seeing you Hyung. We wouldn't want to take up more of your time. Besides, we'll be seeing you tomorrow at Hongjoong's party. Right?"

Seonghwa nodded.

"You know I never pass up an opportunity to party."

"Will you bring Y/N with you?" Wooyoung asked, hoping she'd come.

Seonghwa looked over to Y/N, who tried to think of an answer.

"Uh... no thanks. I wasn't invited so-"

"Who cares? No one needs an invitation these days. It's a frat party anyways, a bunch of strangers end up coming in the end." Wooyoung insisted.

"I'll....think about it." Y/N knew she wouldn't.

"Ok! I'll take it as a yes. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Taking a hold of Yeosang's hand, Wooyoung made his way over to another table, the pink haired boy already looking exhausted at the thought of spending at least 2 more hours with his highly energetic friend.

Y/N smiled softly at them. They were definitely an odd pairing, but they seemed to compliment each other.

"It's getting late. Want me to take you home?" Seonghwa asked her.

"It's fine. I can walk. It's not that far." She refused.

"I insist. I want to make sure you get there safely." He insisted.

Y/N smirked at him.

"Are you really concerned for my safety or do you just wanna find out where I live?"

Seonghwa's mouth dropped at her insinuation.

"I don't..... ok you got me there."

She chuckled at his reaction, but ultimately got up.

"Ok. Fine. Take me home. The worst you can possibly do is murder me and throw my body in a lake."

Seonghwa shook his head and picked up his jacket. He made sure to hold the door open for her when they went out. Y/N didn't even notice he had stopped walking until she heard him whistle behind her. Turning around, she saw him standing next to a black Harley-Davidson motorcycle. She raised her hands and gestured him to explain.

"I told you I was taking you home."

He tapped the seat.

"So come on. Hop on doll."

He began taking out the spare helmet for her to put on. She walked back to him and placed her hands on her hips.

"You kept it parked here the entire time?" She asked him.

"Uh huh." He responded.

Her face was full of shock.

"Did you know that I would say yes to coming here with you?"

"Well not exactly 'knew'.......more like....hoped."

He winked at her before placing the helmet above her head, making sure to strap it tightly.

"Safety first."

After putting on his own helmet, he got on the motorcycle and waited for her to get on. She awkwardly threw her leg over the seat and hesitated to wrap her arms around him. Seonghwa huffed and simply grabbed her wrists to put them on his stomach.

As soon as he started revving up the motorcycle, Y/N tightened her grip around him. Even through his shirt, she could feel rock solid abs underneath it. It made her wonder what he looked like without a shirt. The thought temporarily distracted her from the worry of actually riding in a motorcycle for the first time.

Sensing her fear, Seonghwa grabbed one of her hands and gave it a light squeeze.

"Don't worry doll. I'll keep you safe."

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*part 3 coming soon*

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#5

A Love Like No Other. -Sammy Kiszka

warnings: none just fluff <3

Edited by: @tripthelight-fanfic 🤍

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You arrive at the shared apartment you and Sam own together with a deep sigh as you unlock the door with one hand, while the other juggles your phone and coffee. It was a chaotic day at work and you just wanted to relax with your boyfriend and a glass of wine. You were greeted by the aroma of the big pumpkin candle that Sam had lit the morning before work when he awoke; much to your surprise, there he was in the kitchen chopping something up while music softly played in the background. In the midst of the commotion and keys being thrown onto the coffee table, Sam turns around with the most amazing smile,”Hi baby!” "How was work?" he asks while pouring you a glass of your favorite wine. As you took your first sip, you put on a small smile, "It was alright," but you knew he saw right through it. As you walk over to go see what your boyfriend is doing, you smile wider as he creates a charcuterie board. In addition to your obsession with them, Sam also wanted to try making one, but would never admit that to you. “Even though I know your day wasn't okay-" he says with emphasis, "and I want to hear about it all; I am also impressed with this wooden board filled with cheeses, fruits, and other delicious items we enjoy and I want you to try it." He holds up the wooden board with a big smile and gives you a look basically saying “take it.” You giggle “yes sir” and head over to the living room, sitting the cute tray on the coffee table as Sam heads over with the wine and takes a seat next to you. “So sweetheart, why was work not that great today? Was someone mean to you? ” He asks with a serious tone, looking into your eyes. “No, of course not-it was just very hectic and I don’t want to disappoint my boss.” You reply after taking a grape from the board. Sam grabs your hand gently, making you look up at him- “Y/N, I am telling you this, not because you are my girlfriend, but because I truly believe in you-” he pauses to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “I know how hard you work and put your all into that job, you could never let anyone down baby.” You give him a genuine smile and look away as if you two just started dating but that boy still makes you blush. “But, what if-” Sam cuts you off by grabbing your face, ever so gently and planting a kiss on your lips. “Baby, you’re allowed to feel this way, but I am here to reassure you that you can’t disappoint when you’re stressed out. You’ll get through this small obstacle, I know it.” His thumb lightly brushes over your lips; “Now give me a damn kiss.” he replied with a serious but cute tone. You obliged and cup his face as you plant a big one on his lips as your body gets pulled on top of his. Breathless, Sam pulls away after a few seconds, “You never told me if you liked my creation.” Referring to the charcuterie board on the table next to us. “I love it,” you giggle as you peck him on the lips. No bad day could ever ruin the time you spend with your boyfriend, he will always make the darkest of days the brightest. You love him and you know he loves you; I mean, the man did make you a homemade charcuterie board without having to ask him first.

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A/N: Ahhhh y'all, I finally got it up! My first imagine is here <3 I hope you like it! I can't wait to start on my Josh requests :)

128 notes • Posted 2021-09-23 19:53:22 GMT

#4

“An essence of a woman is like another form of nature, another form of you know- a symbolism of love.” -Jake Kiszka.

133 notes • Posted 2021-12-14 17:58:58 GMT

#3

I AM LOSING MY MIND

144 notes • Posted 2021-12-13 16:52:12 GMT

#2

one of the prettiest pictures of josh- i need oxygen

159 notes • Posted 2021-11-03 20:38:41 GMT

#1

Good morning loves! Here’s two pics of Sammy holding A BABY AND PLAYING PIANO WITH SCRUFF 😭

If you have baby fever, I’m sorry :’)

Happy Sammy Sunday!

266 notes • Posted 2021-12-12 14:39:15 GMT

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Wow, what a year! I really do love you all, and I’m so happy I decided to show my love for greta van fleet, on this site. I have met such wonderful, beautiful souls! I can’t wait to continue to grow with all of you, and more to come! See y’all next year 🤍✨