Ghosts Tell Me
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Ghosts gather near the place where something bad is going to happen,
Danny with his ghost sense tends to notice before anyone else and tends to react outwardly before the danger even happens, gaining a reputation of seeing the future,
Ghosts also tell Danny things, causing Danny to know more about situations and the people around him, it comes of as suspicious.
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Danny pulling away a snack from his coworker: "Careful your allergic to these ingredients!"
Coworker: "How the hell...I've never mentioned that to anyone."
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Danny on a phone call with his friends while doing his nightly walks in Gotham: "Yeah so apparently the second Robin who is now Red Hood has very personal beef with the clown here cuz he got killed by him after being sold out by his bio mom, which really sucks for the poor guy."
Oracle who has been keeping an Eye on Danny cuz he's very suspicious from an outsiders pov: "Hey B, I think we have a problem."
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Danny notices that the ghost in Gotham tends to gather where something bad is going to happen, the more they are the worse the situation will be: *glowing smoke leaves from his mouth* "Yikes! Very bad vibes here, nope!"
Gothamites who at this point recognize him and know the drill and quickly pack up their things to leave:
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Just an Idea
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genuinely we do not talk enough. about cas thinking dean is beautiful. in the script like thats IN THE SCRIPT. still beautiful. like hes always thinking to himself. god hes beautiful. and in this moment. the moment before hes about to die. he thinks. still beautiful, still dean winchester. like theyre one and the same ???? insane. insane.
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gn!reader x price
The first time you were poorly around your husband was far too long ago for you to remember; yet you still did. Of course, Captain Price wasn't your husband at that point - it was quite early in your relationship, and you'd only been dating a few months or so, still ploughing through that slightly childish, awkward stage when you were learning about and clingy to one another and at the same time terrified of driving the other away.
It had been Soap who'd sent you to his office, joking about not wanting to get the Plague from sparring. You remember how you'd let out a sniffly laugh despite the illness headache which had only gotten worse from working out all morning. You had dragged your tired body to your boyfriend's office, knocking on the door then opening it without waiting for a proper invitation inside.
"You look good," He'd grinned, abandoning his paperwork at the sight of you. Rolling your eyes, knowing you looked absolutely shit, you'd shut his door behind you, trodding over behind his desk and chair and slinging your arms over his shoulders, resting your heavy head on his and half-heartedly glancing over his documents. "You alright, pet?" His voice had been concerned and soft.
You had hummed vaguely in reply, closing your eyes, a lot more tired and sick than you'd actually realised. "Gotta headache," you'd grumbled, then recoiled at your own nasal voice, "eugh. Sorry."
You remember how he'd spun his office chair around, catching you off guard as he somehow managed to pull you onto his lap ridiculously gently, as if he had taken ten minutes rather than ten seconds to do so. "No apologising. You're sick, I'm gonna take care of you, love," he'd muttered, cradling you and smiling fondly as you laughed at his almost defensive actions.
Thinking about this now, retelling it to John through snivelled laughter, looking up at him sitting up against the headboard of the two of yous' bed. You're lying between his legs, head propped up on his thigh as he rakes a loving hand through your hair. He has the same soft smile on his face as he did all those years ago as he gazes down at you, even with your sore, wet nose and ruffled hair and icky voice.
And when you get tired, when your rambling slows to hummed babbling, he will lie down next to you, help you blow your nose despite your protests, kiss your forehead and hold you close to him, a soothing hand on your back and the other still tangled comfortingly in your hair.
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