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#I planned on posting it on Saturday but we are all gonna by busy with the Eurovision SC so...
petite-madame · 2 years
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The Corset (Tony) - 2022
My followers on Twitter have managed to convince me that drawing Tony with a corset was a good idea (after drawing Sebastian sporting a vest corset HERE) 😁
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eddiethefreakkmunson · 11 months
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Bring It On
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: You find out your boyfriend has a thing for the cheerleader's uniforms, the Halloween party coming up brings you the perfect oppurtunity to surprise him with a little treat
Word Count: 4.7K
Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY (Please for the love of God), Smut, PIV (Unprotected), Oral (M Receiving), Thigh riding/Dry humping, Slightly possessive dom!eddie
Author's Note: Here it is finally, the winner of the poll! Ngl I struggled with this one (So please if you enjoy it I'd be THRILLED to know), but I'm sorry if the smut feels repetitive! This might be the last thing I post for a while beside small blurbs as I've had an idea for my first planned series! Up to now it's looking like it may be 10 chapters long and I don't want to post any of it until I have at least half of it written out and ready to go in case my motivation for it dies down. I might open my requests for small ideas at some point soon but we will see how it goes 💕
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The annoying screeching of some upbeat pop song filled Eddie’s eardrums as he pushed himself through the crowds of his drunk peers. He searched the sea of faces for any one of his friends, everyone had arrived separately but he was certain they should have all been there by now, arriving late himself in true Eddie fashion. If he was being honest he hated these sorts of things, nobody really wanted him there, with the exception of his friends and girlfriend the rest of his classmates only tolerated him being in their presence because they had the opportunity to buy some weed from him without seeking him out at school. Come Monday it would be back to the usual mean comments and undeserved glares, if he didn’t need the money wouldn’t have bothered coming tonight. But it was also a Halloween party, and the idea of getting dressed up and going out had excited you so Eddie had bitten his tongue and tried to show as much enthusiasm as he could muster to keep you happy. He hadn’t put much effort into his own costume, a discount Dracula. Fake plastic fangs which he planned on taking out as soon as he started to drink, a black cape which he had already made for one of his previous campaigns and a smidge of red paint running down his chin from each corner of his mouth. 
He felt relief when he spotted Gareth pouring himself a beer by the ridiculously large island in the centre of the kitchen. He made his way towards his friend, his palm clapping him between the shoulder blades in greeting as he looked over the wide wide selection of drinks. The younger boy’s eyes lit up when he realised it was Eddie who had approached him. 
“Have you seen her yet?” 
“Who?” Eddie asked absentmindedly while he rifled through the various liquor bottles scattered across the kitchen counter. 
“Your girlfriend!” Gareth shouted over the music, slapping his hand to Eddie’s chest and laughing when he shook his head no. “Oh man, are you gonna be thanking me later.”
A week before Halloween you had been sitting at your usual table in the cafeteria, Eddie as always took his spot at the head of the table while you sat on the end next to him. You had zoned out of the conversation when they had started talking about crushes. You didn’t need to listen to the freshmen whining about how much they missed their long distance girlfriends that you still weren’t certain even existed or how Jeff had failed yet again to impress the hot chick that recently moved into the house next door to him. 
Your mind wandered to Saturday night, there was a party at the house of a kid you’d never even spoken to but it was more or less an open invite. Whilst no one ever specifically invited your social circle to any events you heard no complaints either as long as Eddie showed up with his stash and the intention of doing a little business. You were thinking about the finishing touches that you still needed to add to your costume when you were ripped violently from your thoughts. 
“Eddie wants to fuck a cheerleader.” 
“Excuse me?” You gawked at Gareth, eyebrows raised as you waited for him to elaborate. 
“Erm..” he stuttered as he nervously glanced at Eddie. 
You turned to look at your boyfriend who had murder in his eyes, his gaze firmly set on his friend. 
“Which one?” You asked through gritted teeth. 
“Huh?” Eddie’s head snapped towards you. 
“Which cheerleader?” 
“No, no, no,” he started to wildly shake his head. “None of them, he didn���t mean it that way.” 
“Enlighten me then,” you scoffed and leaned back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest to stop Eddie from taking hold of your hand. “What did he mean?”
Eddie shot Gareth another glare, the younger boy shrunk back into his chair, his face screwed up in apology. 
“Baby, it’s nothing okay, obviously I don’t want any of them, why would I? You’re fucking perfect.” 
Your unamused expression didn’t waiver and Eddie sighed as he realised you weren’t going to drop this easily. 
“Okay, okay it’s just- ” he mumbled, stopping to anxiously fidget with the rings on his left hand. “I just like the outfits.” 
“You like the outfits?” 
“Yeah, kinda cute, that’s all,” he shrugged. “But that’s it I swear, can we just forget about it?” 
You didn’t forget about it. 
The moment you got home that day you scrapped your original costume and got to work. If Eddie wanted a cheerleader then you would give him a goddamn cheerleader. You weren’t going to simply wear one of the school cheer outfits though, you were going to make one designed especially for Eddie. You cut up one of your old Hellfire shirts and sewed the print onto a sleeveless tank top. You had a black pleated skirt in your wardrobe which you altered to make slightly shorter, a strip of red material stitched around the hem to match the colours of your top. Your hair was curled and tied up high with a matching red ribbon. The only thing you didn’t have to complete your ensemble was pom-poms but as your luck would have it you managed to find a pair that had black and white tassels at the costume shop that had opened up in town for the holidays. 
Whilst it was a costume you never would have thought to wear on your own you were extremely pleased with the end result. You felt confident in it, sexy, you knew you looked good as you pushed your way through the halls of the unfamiliar house. You knew Eddie should be there by now, you had insisted on arriving separately so you could surprise him with your creation. 
You walked by the large open archway which led into the kitchen and your heart skipped when you caught sight of Eddie mid conversation with Gareth, his head was thrown back in laughter at something he had said. He brought the red solo cup in his hand up to his lips as you entered the room, his eyes flitting over to you as he took a sip. He sputtered and choked on his drink when he clocked you, his eyes going wide as they roamed over your costume. 
“That is exactly the reaction I was hoping for,” you smirked as you leaned forward to wipe away a dribble of dark liquid from his chin with your thumb. 
You very rarely saw Eddie speechless so you couldn’t help the sense of accomplishment that washed over you as his jaw hung open wide, pure delight evident on his face as he admired you. He reached out to gently trace the Hellfire logo on your shirt with his fingertips. 
“You did this for me?” He asked lowly, his voice almost a whisper. 
You caught your lower lip between your teeth and nodded while leaning into his touch. He abandoned his drink on the counter next to him and cupped your face in his palms, a content hum leaving your lips as he pulled you close for a kiss. While you melted into him, Eddie’s gaze was drawn behind you. Gareth had decided he didn’t want to watch you make out and that he’d rather go and find Jeff and Grant instead. As he backed away from you he made sure to give Eddie a thumbs up before mouthing ‘You’re welcome’, Eddie flipped him the bird in response as he returned his focus to you. You eventually broke away when it became a struggle to breathe, he held your face close and dragged his lips up your jaw in lazy kisses. 
“I love you,” he murmured next to your ear, the vibrations from his voice tingling along your skin. 
“I love you too,” you said, turning your head to mimic his actions. “And I have one more surprise for you.” 
He stepped back and waited for you to reveal your surprise, almost bouncing on his heels in anticipation. You took a quick glance around the kitchen to make sure there was no one watching the two of you, there were only a handful of other people in there all occupied with their own conversations. You manoeuvred so that your lower half was blocked from their view by the big kitchen island before turning your back to Eddie. You bent over and flipped up your skirt to reveal the black briefs underneath, you had customised them to have the words ‘Property of Eddie Munson’ switched across the ass in big white letters. You stayed in position just a few seconds longer before smoothing down your skirt and twirling round to face Eddie. 
The look on his face was priceless, he looked like a kid who’s Christmases had all come at once. He was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes twinkling with glee as you took a tentative step towards him. His fingers skimmed the edges of your skirt as he tugged you closer to him, his lips pressed close to your ear once again. 
“Can we get out of here?” He begged. “Like right now?” 
“Noooo,” you smirked back when you saw the disappointment on his face. “I only just got here!”
“You’re really gonna pull that little move right there and make me wait?” 
“You better believe it.”
You pulled him through to the main lounge where you were lucky enough to find an empty armchair, pushing Eddie down into the seat you took your place across his lap. Hours were spent with his hands roaming your lower body torturously. One hand grabbing palm fulls of your ass cheek below your skirt and the other drawing lazy patterns up and down your inner thighs. He knew how sensitive you were in that area and his goal was to make you as horny for him as you’d just made him for you with your little show in the kitchen. He smirked against the tender skin of your neck, knowing he was succeeding by the way you were squirming in his hold. It didn’t take long before you said to hell with the party and you were swiftly making your exit, not even bothering to find your friends and bid them goodnight.
You stumbled into the trailer, Eddie’s lips hungrily attacking your own as he blindly reached behind him to slam the door shut before backing you down the corridor to his bedroom. Your hands gripped his shirt on either side of his waist in an attempt to keep yourself upright. His were holding your head in place, wet kisses trailed along the length of your jaw to your ear as you reluctantly pulled away for air. 
“You’re amazing, you’re so fucking amazing,” he growled pushing you up against the wall next to his bedroom door. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”
“I’d do anything for you,” you panted, the sincerity of your words seeping through your desperation made his heart soar. 
He never failed to be overwhelmed by how much you loved him. His forehead fell against yours, the bridge of your noses squished together as he tried to hold you to him as close as he possibly could. He took both of your hands in his and pulled you across the room to his bed. After ripping the cape from around his shoulders he situated himself against his pillows, sat up straight with his back against the wall and beckoned you to sit on his lap. You swung your leg over his and straddled him, quick to cradle his face in your palms and recapture his lips as his grip found purchase on your hips. You gasped into his mouth when he encouraged you to rock gently against him, the hardness tenting the front of his jeans catching against your clit with each small movement in just the right way. He had been aching for you from the moment he laid eyes on you tonight but as he nuzzled your temple and looked at your reflection in the mirror hanging on his closet behind you he saw the bottom of the briefs peeking out from below your skirt. He grabbed the hem of the skirt and lifted it to expose the words stitched boldly across your behind, he realised no matter how badly he wanted to fuck you he was not ready for you to take these off just yet. Bunching the material of your skirt in his grip he kept it held up as he watched, mesmerised by the sight of your ass in his mirror. 
Property of Eddie Munson. Eddie had never considered himself a particularly possessive person but he couldn’t deny the stirring he felt in his lower abdomen as he read those words over and over. 
“Hold it up,” he commanded, his chin jutting down towards your skirt when you pulled back to look at him in question. 
You did as you were told and bunched the material up high around your waist. Eddie used his now free hands to roam the expanse of your backside, grabbing a handful of each cheek and squeezing. He smirked when you whimpered, eagerly continuing the drag of your hips against his. He let go of his grasp on you to stop you, as incredible as you looked he could already feel his cock leaking and he knew that just a couple more minutes of you grinding on him the way you were and he’d be cumming in his jeans. He encouraged you to lift up so he could spread his legs wider, he shifted one of your legs gently over his until you were settled over his thigh. Returning his hands to their previous position he pulled you close to him.
“There you go baby,” he whispered, his lips pressed up against your ear. “Can be as needy as you want now, keep rubbing that pretty pussy on me - yeah just like that.”
He tensed the muscles in his thigh as he aided the steady rolls of your hips with his hands. Your body trembled in his grasp as his palms smoothed down the sensitive skin on the back of your thighs, he dipped below the material of your briefs, travelling upwards until he was grabbing two handfuls of your bare flesh. The damp patch soaking through to the rough denim of his jeans was now very apparent. A hot flush had settled across your cheeks, soft whines escaping your throat between laboured breathing as you felt the coil in your belly begin to tighten. Back and forth, back and forth your hips thrust, each stroke of your heat brought you closer and closer to the edge, your movements becoming more erratic as you chased the delicious friction that would bring you your high. 
“Fuuuuck, look at you baby,” Eddie cooed, his eyes still glued to your ass. “So desperate to cum all over my thigh huh?” 
You nodded weakly, pulling your head away from where it was tucked into the crook of his neck to look at him. He pouted his lips at you mockingly before they twisted into a mean smile. 
“Not yet,” he scolded, knowing how close you were to reaching your peak. “I tell you when to cum. Who does this belong to?”
You whined as he squeezed your cheeks harshly.
“You,” you whimpered pathetically.
“Who?” he asked again.
“Eddie,” you specified, fussing in his hold ad his grip was hard enough to stop you from rocking against him. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.”
A dry chuckle left his lips.
“That’s right baby,” he pecked a feather light kiss to the apple of each of your cheeks. “Don’t worry I won’t make you wait much longer, but for now I want you to show me what those perfect lips can do, think you can do that for me?”
You nodded and lifted yourself from your position on his thigh. He reached for his belt buckle but you stopped him with the gentle brush of your fingertips over his knuckles.
“Let me, please?”
“Go ahead sweetheart,” his voice came out breathier than before as he raised his arms behind his head to give you full control. 
His shirt had lifted with the stretch of his arms exposing a pale strip of his stomach, the sparse hairs disappearing below his jeans sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core. Unable to hold back you leaned forward to pepper the soft pudge of his belly with open mouthed kisses as your fingers worked deftly to undo his belt buckle. His breath caught in his throat as he revelled in the sensation of your tongue gliding over his skin, eager for you to move lower to where he had been aching for you all night he lifted his hips to help you drag his jeans and boxers down over the curve of his ass. His heart hammered in his chest as your nimble fingers wrapped around the hard length that slapped up against his happy trail, not yet stroking, maybe you already knew he was on the edge and wouldn’t last long. The press of your light kisses that followed would have been enough to buckle his knees had he been standing. Thankfully you didn’t tease him for long, the next thing he felt was your soft tongue licking slowly up the underside from base to tip, warm and so wonderfully wet before closing your lips over the head to take him inside. His head thunked against the wall behind him as he threw it back in bliss, hard enough that he thought it could bruise in the morning but it was so worth it.
You can’t take him all the way, your mouth is small and throat delicate but you manage to push half way down his shaft and that’s enough for him, especially when you have one hand wrapped around what couldn’t fit, squeezing lightly and moving up and down in time with your perfect lips. He brought one arm down from behind his head, his hand grabbing the pretty preppy ponytail tied up by that cute little ribbon he wrapped your hair tightly in his fist. You hummed sharply at the sting from his grip, the vibrations caressing his cock in just the perfect way. You moved in slow strokes, the curl of your tongue swirling around him as you went was one of the best things he’d ever felt. He felt nothing but you. He heard nothing but his own ragged breaths and the obscene sound of your wet lips around him. Barely a dozen more strokes and the tension was building fast in his belly, tightening and clenching, spine tingling as he tugs your head up by your ponytail before he could let his orgasm crash over him hard and fast. You released him with a wet pop and gazed up at him with questioning eyes.
“Need you- Need your pussy,” he panted breathlessly. “Wanna cum inside you baby.”
He was rambling desperately as he dragged you up his body, he pulled your face to his for a sloppy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue and not caring one bit. You reached behind you to undo the zipper on your skirt but he quickly shook his head and stilled your hands.
“No, no leave it on,” he begged. “Just lose the shorts.” 
He was already ripping the garment down your legs, you lost your balance slightly with his fervour, giggling as you toppled down on his mattress. 
“C’mere,” he laughed with you, tugging you upright once your briefs were off and tossed somewhere across his room. 
You straddled his hips fully again, your palms resting on his heaving chest as you leaned in and whispered to him.
“Eddie baby,” the words were, hushed and gentle, dripping with your adoration for him. “Aching for you, show me how much you own me.”
Eddie growled at your request, his eyes flicking down to your core. You smirked and lifted your hips, one hand gripping his strong shoulder while the other moved down between you, securely wrapping around his shaft. His eyes slammed shut and he seemed to whine, you marvelled briefly at the heavy weight of him in your palm again before you remembered your own words… Aching for you.
With your heart hammering as equally hard as his you moved the head of his cock to your entrance. Only briefly gliding him along your folds to gather your arousal before you let your body sink down onto his shaft. He took your breath away as he filled you, so stiff and painfully hard his swollen cock pushed up into your centre. Your wetness helped him work his way inside as your walls were stretched open. You were engulfing him so slowly, relishing every solid inch as he throbbed and twitched inside you. Eddie’s breathing was shallow as he felt the slick warmth of your cunt surrounding him. As soon as the head of his cock pushed past the muscles squeezing him at your entrance he was worried that the sensation would be enough to make him come. Growling into your shoulder at the agonising pace you were setting Eddie couldn’t help the instinctive thrust of his hips, the action burying him in your centre. With your hips finally flush you couldn’t stop the sharp gasp of discomfort from the sudden stretch, it hurt but you never wanted the feeling to go away. You felt so full, filthy, incredible. The blunt head of his cock already brushing insistently against that special spot inside of you, the powerful ache he had cut short earlier quickly rebuilding. With his strong hands on your hips he held you down as he bucked up into you. You whined and clawed at his neck sharper than you intended, the sting of your nails and the knowledge that there would be a physical mark on his body tomorrow only seemed to make him harder. Eddie locked eyes with you, the damp curls of his fringe already plastered to his brow.
“Jeeeesus fucking Chri- Oh baby,” he moaned, his hot breath tickling your face. “Feels so - oh good.”
You were still reeling from the feeling of his harshly fucking up into you but you made yourself answer. “You too, Eds. I fucking love your cock - oh!”
He cut you off with a particularly hard thrust, cocking his head to the side he smirked at you proudly. “Made for me, s’like you were fucking made for me.”
The combination of his voice and the look of possessiveness on his face made more wetness seep from your core, the added slick seemed to help you sink down even further. You loved the feeling you got when you straddled him, loved the fact that he was keeping you wide open. You wound your arms around his neck and rocked your hips in time with his thrusts, his hips jerked unevenly beneath you and he closed his eyes again trying to distract himself from the way your pussy massaging his swollen shaft was making his cock drip. He wanted to cum so badly but not before he felt you come undone around him. His hands moved back and forth from your hips to your ass as he grunted in your ear. 
“That’s it, keep goin’, use my cock to make yourself cum.”
You nodded hungrily, your forehead pushed into his, your fingers tangled in his mess of wild curls. Your skin was ablaze, the heat almost overwhelming with your shirt still on, but there was something so hot about the fact that you were both still almost completely dressed. You tugged sharply at his hair as you put all your effort into moving yourself up and down his hard on, almost hitting the top of you every time you sank down. He countered your movements by bucking up strongly, he gripped your ass harder loving the firmness of it in his palms. His room had been warm when you first entered but now he was fighting to breathe, the sheen of sweat on your bodies getting thicker as you started to feel lightheaded. As you panted into the crooks of each other’s necks Eddie wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on for. It made him want to push you onto your back and drive himself into the delicious heat between your legs unforgivingly. You were starting to feel weak, your insides starting to quiver, you were operating on pure need as you continued to bounce on top of him. Rising and sinking in rapid succession, a bead of sweat rolling down your spine, the feeling of him was maddening as you started to mutter unintelligibly into his shoulder.
“Yeah... yeah... fuck... Eddie... there... right there… baby… please… please…”
It was difficult to make out your muffled words but Eddie heard you, his dick throbbing painfully inside you with each rock of your hips threatening to drive him over the edge. Your body seemed to cling to him each time he slipped inside and it only made him want to push harder. You heard him grunting as he fucked you, his body working overtime beneath yours. Your toes were curling against his sheets as your body began to tense. He was getting frustrated, so desperately craving to feel you finish. Digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass he thrust up as hard and as fast as he could, driving himself into the spot he knew made you weak. 
“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine,” he growled against your temple, his lust for you clouding every one of his senses.
With your face still buried into his neck you pulled his scent  deep into your lungs and held it there, heightening your own arousal. You could tell he was getting impatient now, his movements almost violent he was so rigid inside you. You focused on nothing but the head of his cock brushing consistently against the place that made your entire body tremble and allowed yourself to let go. With your mouth open in a silent scream your insides tensed, your walls crashing around him as your orgasm hit in the form of a hot, wet, spasm. Your muscles convulsed rapidly, clenching and unclenching the throbbing hardness that still filled your pussy. Eddie snarled into your neck the moment he felt your convulsions, relishing in the evidently earth shattering orgasm he had just given you and flooded with the relief that he could finally let go himself. Clawing desperately at your soft flesh he pushed himself up into the deepest part of your core and let himself cum. He forced your hips to keep moving up and down despite your body feeling boneless on top of him, your trembling walls massaging and milking him as his throbbing cock spurted inside you.
You could barely see straight, your brain felt fuzzy and you sure as hell couldn’t feel your legs as your body recovered from your crippling release. You blinked several times as the walls of Eddie’s bedroom slowly came back into focus. His scent was all around you and it made you smile against his damp skin. Unlocking your stiff arms from around his neck you pulled back to rest your forehead against his, his mouth stretched into an equally lazy grin that matched your own. He chuckled breathlessly, the numbness in both his limbs and his mind made him feel drunk or high, peaceful bliss coursing through his veins. 
“You ever want me to dress up as something just say the word,” he teased, breaking the silence that settled over you. “I mean it baby, what you into?”
“Eddie,” you giggled, your head falling lower to rest on his chest.
“No really, what’s it gonna be?” he continued as your shoulders shook in his embrace. “A sexy wizard? A pirate? Cowboy? Cop? You want me to dress up like Chief Hopper and cuff you to the bed?”
“Eddie no!” you both burst into fits of laughter at the image of him dressed as Hawkins’ beloved police chief.
“Well one thing is certain. I definitely need to thank Gareth.”
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sgiandubh · 4 months
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S on BBC 4's Saturday Live: 'anything but a quiet life'
As you all know, S was today on BBC Four's Saturday Live radio talk show, sharing the scene with people like super male model David Gandy, Catrin Finch - a Welsh harpist of international repute and the ever fascinating Lucy Worsley, a strong contender (along with Mary Beard) for the title of personal favorite (living) historian.
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You can listen (as I dutifully did twice) to it here: https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m001t96r. I don't know how to embed it on this page, but that shouldn't be a problem.
The show is always interesting and I strongly suggest to let it play along and not rely only on my summing up & comments. I particularly enjoyed Lucy Worsley's Medieval and Baroque musical selection (flawless!) - but enough said, we're here for S, who was live on show from BBC's London studios.
As usually, I am going to transcript it as much as I can, primarily for those reading this post and using Google Translate (@bat-cat-reader, you are served!). So, you will kindly excuse the length, thank you.
At the 07:40 mark, a half jocular mention when prompted by the host: not a cricketer and not a harpist either (you can say many things about S, but not that he's got no humor - always a big plus in my book). But then things quickly get emotional, when he immediately mentions his mother (the question generally asked was 'what did your parents sacrifice for you?'), who 'sacrificed a lot (...) [as] a single parent, (...) she gave us everything, I think'. And then he quickly gets emotional, mentioning Chrissie H. again:
'(...) can I give my mom a shoutout, it's her birthday, on Monday [Nikki Bedi, presenter: 'aww, of course you can!'], so happy birthday, Chrissie, and thank you so much and I wish... I'm glad you never got me a harp, because I would have never dedicated myself. I think that's why I became an actor, because I didn't have to work too hard at one thing.'
It's then David Gandy's turn to talk about his own rural childhood in Billericay (Essex), his close knit family and his parents' endeavor of building a business and the now incomprehensible need to use faxes, something he has now to 'explain to the younger ones'. Then Nikki Bedi turns to S (13:08): 'Sam's laughing at that. Do you remember faxes?' Answer: 'I do.. I mean, I remember faxes getting scripts through or couriers bringing you know, scripts to your door, it..it's just a completely different world, now, and I am sure the fashion world is completely different now, isn't it, David, I mean it's changed so much'.
Onwards to more questions asked by Mrs. Bedi. This one was interesting (19:16): 'Sam, do you fear that each job you do is an act that could be your last? Is that always in the back or front of your mind?' Answer: 'Yeah, I think.. David, I mean...um... earnestly, everything you're saying there kinda rings true for my career as well... I am sure for Catrin being, you know, being a musician, I think it's, you know [Nikki Bedi: is it true, Catrin? CF: yes, absolutely, yeah, many things David said... it's the same (...)'].
Huw Stevens mentions alternatives to 'gigs', the need to plan for the future and the fact 'you always have to remain busy', mentioning S's whisky. Gandy also mentions S ('you've got quite a few businesses [...] a man after my own heart, we'll then gonna have to go out'), immediately cued in by Nikki Bedi ('whisky, tequila, gin').
Just after Lucy Worsley's superb intervention (easily my favorite of the whole program!), cue in to the kilt on a glacier part of S's chit-chat I am sure we all dutifully 🙄, by now. I noted the slight hesitation in his voice, while mentioning 'my...my friend, Graham McTavish', so I will not - yeah, sue me-, I repeat: I will not transcript this verbatim, simply because it doesn't really bring anything new or important to what we all know, already. Sitting on a glacier 'in a kilt, in commando, yes, it's my claim to fame'. Disgruntled Tumblrettes, beware - he poked fun at himself (shall I sign this to you, or are you able to read my lips?) and that is something only very intelligent people are able to do without sounding pathetic. Another interesting thing is the way Nikki Bedi presented S ('the actor, award-winning liquor maker and writer'- 36:00), roughly midway of the whole broadcast.
His dedicated segment begins at the 49:10 mark and lasts until the end, about 10 minutes in all. He was introduced by Huw Stevens: "Sam Heughan, it seems, would like anything but a quiet life", plus some cursory bio elements, mentioning his mother's influence on his own creativity, his breakthrough as JAMMF, but also TCND (Nikki Bedi watches it and 'apparently the third episode is the most steamy' 🤦‍♀️). 'He is also a philanthropist, businessman and thrill seeker, and of course, as mentioned earlier, has his own whisky and is a best-selling author'. Mentions his 'parents, characterful people, hippies, in the Seventies, with a love for Tolkien'. S: 'my mum would probably kill me if I called her a hippie' - also, 'she is not the best singer, but there was always music around'. Stevens mentions the Gandalf's Garden Soho hippie community both his parents were a part of before he was born, but S doesn't develop it. The rest (difficult childhood, loner, using his imagination sparked his creativity, etc) we know from Waypoints. The very Scottish concept of 'stravaigin'' comes along in the conversation, which is not exactly a drifter and a bit more than a wanderer (if I understood correctly) - perhaps a good title for a second personal memoir, S? I'll leave this idea float in here for free, heh. OL comes along then, and by far the most interesting thing he mentioned about it is that "it is my life, it's taken over my life', hoping it would sparkle at least some conversation in the comments' thread. OL 'has also been hugely beneficial for Scotland, increased tourism by 200% in some locations (...), and it's all down to the magic of Scotland'.
Next projects: exciting not to really know what is next, but 'I am also saying no to a lot, because I am in a place now where I think the next decision is really important (...). I enjoy being in control now (....), producing my own shows and you know, my own products. (...) once you take control of that creativity (....) there's a lot of freedom and yeah, we shall see'.
And then Huw Stevens makes a joke - but was it really a joke? it's the BBC, after all - and says that all four of the guests could contribute something to what 'could be the next generation of Bond', (S: 'the finest British production'). Cue in an anecdote about S being invited to present an event to Buckingham Palace and taking a cab to a pub, right afterwards. MPC and tomorrow's book signing at Saint Pancras station wrap off the show.
Quickly, my 50 cents on it: way, way better than expected and S always delivers when they ask no weird questions about his private life (hallelujah, maybe they listen to us, after all?). The question about the fear of each job being the last reminded me of one of his answers in a very early interview: 'your biggest fear? getting the sack'. This time, his answer, whatever he intended to say, got lost in the brouhaha, but I suspect not much has changed, essentially, even if the 'after OL' part of the show strives to tell a more optimistic story.
But the thing that impressed me the most and in a very good way is the attention he got from all the other people invited in that studio. Unlike the social nobodies of Tumblr, they did not find bizarre the fact that he created his own spirits business and is actively promoting it. They were far from judging him: in fact, I even think he made a new friend of David Gandy, who had quite positive and nice and honest things to say about him. S was articulate and graceful and very moving every single time he mentioned Chrissie. And I am also sure he would have loved to share more things, especially when David was lovingly talking about his wife and daughters. But he couldn't. And that is a shame. But this too, shall pass - The Boy is slowly learning to say no to a lot of things, as he just let us know. Probably the best news we've got from him in a good while.
And now, onwards to a particularly venomous Anon I am still pondering the answer to.
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Sweet Reconciliation
Summary:
The last thing Danny expected was Phantom showing up at his front door and dragging him out for a day at the fair. He certainly didn’t want to hang out with 'Dan', much less trust him. But finding himself enjoying a day of rides and games? Sharing quips and food and heart-felt confessions? Maybe he and Dan have more in common than Danny realized.
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Notes:
It's finally here! I'm so excited to be posting my Valentine's Core Exchange. My giftee was @strawberry-avalanche . I went for a Danny & Dan centric fic, with some fluff, bonding, and redemption. I hope you enjoy this not-so-short story of Danny and Dan enjoying a day at the fair. Happy Reading! @valentines-core-exchange
Finally, it was a perfect Saturday, Danny thought. After all the chaos of time restructuring, his ghostly alter ego becoming number one on the most wanted list again, and learning how to help the ghosts instead of just fighting them, finally the half ghost had a day to himself. There was no one to bother him. His parents were out of town at a conference, his sister on a college tour. Vlad was out of his hair, busy with his new ward, a certain (formerly?) evil alternate Phantom. Best yet, he had plans with Sam and Tucker, an all day movie binge with all the popcorn and candy he could eat. Everything was absolutely perfect.
The boy bent down in his chair, tying his shoes to leave, when an insistent knocking came at the front door. 
His brow furrowed; his friends weren’t supposed to be meeting him here, were they?
Another knock came, this one more forceful.
Danny stood, calling. “I’m coming.” He hurried across the kitchen, a second later pulling the door open. “Weren’t we meeting at S-”
The boy blinked, cutting himself off in his confusion. There, on the other side of the door was… himself. Or at least, the figure looked like him. The other teen wore all black, gothic look complete with eye-liner and half a dozen ear piercings. And a familiar scowl.
With that last piece of the puzzle, the answer fell into place. “Phantom?” Danny’s mouth fell open.
“Actually, it’s Dan.” His double shrugged, still scowling.
“Dan…” The boy said slowly. Was this really happening?
The other teen, at least in appearance, didn’t acknowledge the word. Instead, his eyes flickered to the house behind. An odd look flashed in them for a second before a forcible disaffection shifted into place. “You’re not doing anything today, right? Good.”
That broke Danny out of his disbelieving stoop. He stood up straighter, eyes narrowed in distrust. “Actually, I was going to-”
A hand suddenly pulled him out the door, distracting him from his protest. “We’re going to the fair.”
Danny blinked once. “What?”
“The Fair.” Phantom said slowly, like he was stupid. “What, got cotton in your ears?”
“I heard you.” Danny pulled his hand away, arms crossing. “Why?”
The other rolled his eyes. “Vlad is driving me crazy. So I stole his credit card.” With a flash of sharp teeth, he swiped out said card. “I’m gonna eat all the disgusting greasy food I want, cheat at some carnival games, and ride the squirrel cages ‘til I throw up.”
“Have fun?” Danny’s nose scrunched; why exactly was ‘Dan’ telling him this? Not that he cared, on his one day off in months. With a head shake, he pointed back into the house. “Whatever. Knock yourself out. I’m gonna-”
“No you don’t.” Phantom grabbed his arm again. “You’re coming with me.”
The movement gave Danny pause. That hand wrapped around his bicep, the solid warmth of it… he knew that Vlad had stabilized Phantom in this timeline using a human clone of himself, making the figure in front of him a half ghost again. But actually seeing the reality in front of him was another thing entirely. And the demand…  “Why?”
The only answer was another eye-roll. Instead, Phantom started pulling Danny down the sidewalk. And the boy found himself following. He could keep arguing; a large part of him wanted to. He could even easily pull away – the other halfa’s grip wasn’t all that tight– but he didn’t resist. 
Instead, Danny followed his counterpart into the alley beside Fentonworks.
Hand still around his arm, familiar white rings appeared around the other’s waist. They spread, the warm light tickling Danny's skin in an eerie reflection of his own transforming light. He stiffened, watching.
His double changed, corpse blue skin replacing the human tone. Shoulder-length black hair flickered to white flames. Familiar icy blue eyes became blood red. 
Danny couldn’t help but flinch, the image playing behind his eyes, if in reverse. Cords of burning ecto energy binding him. A hellish warping of his own face, looming menacingly over him. Those same white rings, enfolding the figure into a smaller mirror image. So much worse than the towering monster -the nightmare of his enemy taking his place and hurting his loved ones.
The corpse-blue reflection filled his vision again. But now… they were truly eye to eye.
Phantom, teen-sized and equally scrawny, released him. His hard expression wavered for just a moment, brow furrowed, almost… remorseful. He stepped back. After a pause… 
“Well? Aren’t you going to ‘go ghost’?” The air quotes were audible, with more than a hint of derision. 
And yet, Danny felt his shoulders lowered ever so slightly, the anxious tamper of his heart easing. He summoned his own rings, turning into ghost form.
The two lifted from the ground, silently flying towards the fairgrounds. Danny followed his counterpart’s lead, eyes fixed on the back of the flaming head. The other ghost didn’t turn and look, gaze fixed on their destination. And that destination…
Soon, the colorful tents and rides rose into view. Music and laughter drifted through the air. Despite his swirling nerves, Danny couldn’t help the up-turned twitch of his lips.
“Here.” Phantom said gruffly, breaking Danny from his observation. The other half ghost pointed down, landing between two trailers. With a flash of light, he turned human again.
Danny did the same. A quick text to his friends to tell them where he was instead of handing out with them, and he was following his counterpart out of the fair employees’ parking lot and to the ticket counter. Phantom, surprisingly politely, bought two tickets. They passed through the gate, a cheery older woman giving the even-faced halfa a map. 
“Where to first?” Danny asked, hands in his pockets. He gave a deceptively casual shrug.
The other didn’t look up for a long moment, nose buried in the map. His brow wrinkled in contemplation, like this was the most important decision he’d ever make. 
Then, he pointed. “There. I need to see the biggest pumpkin in the state.”
Danny raised a brow, but he didn’t question. Wordlessly, he followed the other half ghost through the crowds and into a large white building. They passed through the door, the crowded barn smelling musty, of straw and barnyard animals. 
All the while, Phantom’s even severe expression didn’t change. Flat faced and silent, his eyes flitted over the giant pumpkins and watermelons. Slowly, he walked along the rows of painted gourds and prize-winning apples. Through the bee-keeping display. Passed the glass case holding someone’s grandma’s first place honey candy. 
Straw-floored pens held bleating lambs and wide-eyed calves. These didn’t crack that disaffected scowl. Nor the tiny piglets. Not even the fluffy baby chicks.
All the while, Danny’s stomach churned with conflict. Earlier he’d flippantly thought he didn’t care what ‘Dan’ did but that was a lie. Now his muscles pulled tense, ill at ease. His mind flickered back to the fight, to throwing down the thermos. The realization of how cruel, how unfair it would be to imprison the ghost in front of him again. 
And now… said ghost was watching a carton of eggs under heat lamps. Around him, small children pressed curious palms to the glass. 
Danny had decided not to lock Phantom up again. He’d chosen to give ‘Dan’ a second chance. He’d agreed to Vlad’s plan to help the other ghost. And he desperately hoped, desperately wanted to believe it was for the best. But… 
“Mommy! Chicky!” A little girl enthusiastically pointed at one egg sporting a tiny hole.
But… Danny certainly didn’t want to hang out with his counterpart. He remembered…. The graves, the rubble, the crazed laughter. The nightmares he’d had for months after seeing that ruined future. The twisted bodies, his own hands covered in blood, the world aflame.
And now, the author of that ruin was here. And frankly, Danny didn’t trust him. Of course he didn't. And here in public, around so many children…. The thought was making his stomach turn.
A finger gently tapped the glass of the incubator. Danny tensed, carefully eyeing the other half ghost. Power swirled in his core, ready to intervene if necessary.
“There you go.” The words were almost so low to be inaudible, spoken toward the glass, to the hatching egg. 
Danny’s energy stilled even so slightly. He watched his counterpart, head tilted. 
Phantom just stood there, watching. “Good job, little guy.” Something sparked in his eyes. Just the subtlest wrinkle of his brow, the twitch of his lips….
The other half ghost felt something in his loosen. Hardly even realizing it, he let out the breath he’d been holding.
Suddenly, the other’s head turned sharply. “What are you looking at?”
Just like that, the moment broke. Innocently, Danny raised his hands. “What’s next?” 
Phantom huffed, eyes narrowed. He whipped out the map, studying it again. “Pig races.” He answered curtly, turning and walking away without a look back. Of course, Danny followed.
Phantom demanded they find some pig races to watch, and they did. A short walk found the two at the sawdust covered track. Metal bleachers surrounded the arena, crowded with people. Tired parents with strollers, carrying bags of cotton candy and huge stuffed animals. An old couple, the husband in a trucker hat, the wife carrying an oversized bag. A few twenty somethings, scandalously eating pork barbeque in front of the pigs.
The two half ghosts managed a seat on the end of the bench, beside a little boy wearing a tiny plastic pig nose and vibrating with excitement.
“When are the piggys gonna race, Daddy?” The child bothered his father, who patiently showed him the time again. 
“One more minute.” The man ruffled his son’s hair. 
Just then, the sound of a trumpet sounded. The announcer swaggered into the center. “It’s Pig Racin’ Time!” The southern accent came on long and thick. “Good morning and welcome pig racing fans to the Hogway Speedway…”
With wide spread arms and charming enthusiasm, their host masterfully engaged the crowd. He introduced the racers, hogs punnifuly named after different Nascar drivers. The trumpet sounded again, the crowd shouting the name of their section’s chosen racer. And the pigs were off.
Danny watched his counterpart much more than the sprinting pigs. Phantom’s eyes followed the track, lips pressed closed and even. The expression was strange; it wasn’t that ‘Dan’ didn’t want to be there. It was like he was unsure…
“Hamica!” The little boy sitting to Phantom’s side shouted above the crowd. “Go Hamica!” The child jumped out of his seat. 
The sound swelled, the cheering and stomping shaking the benches. The little boy hopped up and down, small body carelessly slamming into Phantom in his excitement.
For just a moment, Danny’s breath caught again. Then….
“Number 10! Hamica Patrick wins!” The announcer shouted while the pigs gobbled up their prize of cheese doodles. 
“Our piggy won!” The little boy clapped. “She won! Did you see?” He turned to Phantom, starry eyes blind to the halfa’s tense posture. 
Wait. Why was the other half ghost tense?
The child continued. “She won! Everyone was cheering so loud and our piggy won.” 
“Yeah…” Phantom finally answered quietly, giving an almost sad shrug.
With that, the boy lowered his raised hands. “You weren’t cheering.” Lips pursed seriously; maybe he was picking up on the seeming-teen’s odd mode. “You havta cheer next race. Everyone's supposed ta cheer!”
Meanwhile the boy’s father was giving apologetic looks, trying to get his son’s attention back to the race. “The duck’s are going next. Don’t you want to see?”
The boy pointed at ‘Dan’ demandingly. “You havta cheer.”
“Alright, Alright.” Phantom put up his hands and… he smiled. “I’ll cheer.” 
Again, Danny felt like he was looking at an alternate reality. His counterpart was smiling. Not malicious or teasing. Nor mocking or crazed but…
“I’ll cheer. But…” That genuine smile cracked brighter. “You have to cheer even louder. So loud everyone’s eardrums bleed.”
Well… he was being a little macabre. But the little boy was laughing brightly all the same. 
And Phantom kept his word. “Oinkheart! You better run!” He did cheer, as loud and enthusiastic as any other pig racing fan.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Danny’s own even lips cracked into a smile. He cheered too, just as loud as Phantom.
The pigs races finished, the host announcing the next show while selling plastic pig noses and pooping pig keychains to the parents of excitable kids. Then a quick trip to the ATM and Phantom pulled Danny towards the fair games. 
“That one.” The black clad ghost’s eyes fixed on a wall of balloons. Various prizes including a five feet long stuffed shark hung from the stall.
Phantom handed over a few bills. He fingered the darts, carefully aiming with furrowed brow. He threw, the projectile sailing straight for its target. “Yes!” He cheered, only for the dart to harmlessly hit the balloon and fall. 
Danny frowned suspiciously, unintentionally mirroring the other half ghost. Still both said nothing. Instead, Phantom just threw the rest of his darts. One by one, each failed to pop a balloon.
“Come on.” Danny shook his head knowingly. “Let’s try another game.” Trust that the first one they try would be rigged.
“No.” Phantom grumbled, giving the attendant a few more bills. “I’m going to get it.”
Again, the seeming-teen carefully tested the aim of the dart, fixed on his target. Then… his gaze shifted for just a second, fixing on the other half ghost. His eyes flashed red, a purposeful smirk in them. Danny's brows furrowed in question.
The dart flew through the air, again harmlessly bouncing off the balloon and falling. Except this time, a second later the rubber sphere popped with a startling bang.
Danny flinched, shocked. For just a moment, a misty person-shaped outline wavered in front of the wall, a long clawed finger outstretched toward the balloon’s carcass.
Phantom smirked, self satisfied. Then his knees buckled.
Before he could register, Danny’s arms were wrapping around his counterpart’s shoulders, stabilizing the other half ghost.
“Is he okay?” The attendant asked, eyes wide with concern.
Was Phantom okay? He frowned down at the pale, shaky figure. His stomach flopped, feeling unbalanced. What was happening? 
Danny shook the unease away. “He’s fine. Just needs something to drink.”
The fair worker still looked worried, brows furrowed, but didn’t argue as Danny started pulling Phantom away.
“Wait. I won.” The other complained. “My shark.”
Danny gave him a dubious look but without a word, accepted the giant plushie from the worker. Holding the shark under one arm, he helped Phantom forward with the other. True to his excuse, he did steer them towards a truck selling lemonade. The two slid to the window, Danny handing over the money.
“I can stand by myself.” Phantom grumbled, just as the server handed over the two cups.
Unceremoniously, Danny unhanded his counterpart who ripped the shark from his grip. 
For a few minutes, the two silently shuffled forward, finally finding an empty bench. They sat, drinking their drinks. Phantom wouldn’t meet his eyes, head fixed down, almost as if embarrassed.
Finally, Danny broke the tense moment. “What was that about?”
The other seeming-teen looked up tentatively, almost sheepish, before shrugging forcibly casual. “I said I wanted to win at some carnival games. Don’t give me shit about it.”
Danny shook his head. “No. You almost fainted. Because you were, what, using a duplicate to cheat at balloon darts?”
“It’s not a big deal.” ‘Dan’ made a point of looking at his fingernails. “Just over did it. Stupid… I need to be more strategic next time.”
“Or just.. Not use your powers to cheat?” 
Phantom’s eyes narrowed. “I said not to give me crap.” His arms crossed, the perfect picture of a petulant teen. “It’s not like I started melting this time.”
Danny’s eyes popped wide. “That doesn’t make it any better!”
“Like you give a shit.” The other halfa sneered. “You’ve been avoiding me like the plague. I’m stuck here, shoved in this tiny, scrawny body. With all the hormones and the acne and my powers barely working. It’s like I actually am a kid again. The fruitloop keeps trying to act like he’s my dad now, making me go to therapy and shit.” His hands waved, pointing at Danny. “And you’re off, doing god knows what, playing the hero. Trying to completely forget about me.”
Danny’s mind spun, trying to process the onslaught. That last part… “Wait, that’s not-”
“This was a mistake.” Phantom stood abruptly. “I see how you keep tensing up whenever I do anything. Like I’m five seconds away from ripping everyone’s head off.” He grabbed his lemonade and stuffed shark. “I don’t know why I even bothered. I wanted to tell you, show you that I was-.” He growled, cutting himself off. “Go do what you want.” The half ghost turned, stomping off.
For a long second, Danny just stared after him, thoughts churning. The other’s figure grew farther and farther away. Then…
“Wait!” Danny’s mind clicked back into action. “Wait!” He jumped up, running after his counterpart. “Dan! Wait!” 
Within seconds, he caught up. “Dan.” And wasn’t that strange, using the name the other half ghost had given him for the first time. Danny shook away the thought. “Dan. I’m… I’m sorry.”
Phantom… Dan stopped walking, giving him a dubious look. “Yeah right.”
“No, I am sorry. You showed up at my house and dragged me here because you actually want to hang out with me, right?” 
Dan didn’t respond verbally, just gave the ‘you’re stupid’ look again. 
Danny didn’t let that cow him, instead forcing himself to continue. “You’re… you’re right, I have been ignoring you. And that’s not fair. I can’t even imagine why you want to spend time with me but…” The flickers of hurt in Dan’s face, the tension like… he was afraid of miss-stepping. Reasons churned in his head, nebulous and indistinct but so close to focus. His guts twisted; he wasn’t ready to face this, whatever this was. 
“But you do.” Danny continued. “And we’re here. So let’s buy some greasy food, ride some rides, and play more games. But no more cheating.” He pointed severely.
For just a moment, Dan’s hard expression softened, visibly letting out a breath. “Alright.” Then his eyes rolled, pointing back. “And yes more cheating.” The corner of his lip turned up. “I know for a fact you cheated at the spring carnival to get that stuffed bat for Sam.”
Danny stumbled over a response. That was true but…
“It’s not going to kill anyone.” 
Again Danny felt like he was hit in the head. The understanding, almost compassionate look Dan gave him…. It somehow wasn’t a joke. 
Danny couldn’t help but notice his stomach drop. Still, he rolled his own eyes. “I guess it won’t hurt.”
With that, the two went off to find more games. 
“How about this one?” Danny motioned to one stall, a line of water guns set up opposite a line of moving targets. 
Dan raised an appraising eyebrow. “How am I supposed to cheat at that?” He muttered.
The teen gave him a light elbow jab in response. “I’m sure you can figure it out.” His voice lowered conspiratorially. “Plus it’s Vlad’s money. Who cares how much we waste?”
Dan looked almost surprised. “You have a point.”
The pair bought two seats. They played several rounds, not winning once. 
“Come on!” Danny put up his hands. “It’s like half an inch away!” The dolphin-shaped racing marker smiled down mockingly, barely failing to reach the finish line. 
The fair worker shrugged helplessly. “So close but so far. I’m sure you’ll get it next time.”
Danny’s eyes narrowed. Oh yeah, next time for sure. Then again… if they gave it another go, maybe?
“I’m bored with this.” Dan interrupted his debating, pulling him off his seat by the back of his collar. “Oh. Those headphones look sweet.”
He marched up to a set of basketball hoops, set up fair behind a metal barrier. Sure enough, a pair of sleek black over-the-headphones hung from the side. 
“I see you eyeing these beauties.” The host’s voice projected. “Real Beats, would you believe it? Three shots to win them. Three in a row! Are you up to the challenge?” 
Dan’s eyes narrowed, wickedly smug. “Of course, I am.” 
The black-clad halfa handed over the money, receiving a ball. He stood in front of the line, lining up the shot. Again, his eyes flashed ever so subtly. And he threw. The ball sailed through the air. It bounced off the backboard. Then its edge hit the hoop and it wobbled, starting to fall out.
Danny’s shoulders fell, disappointed at the near shot.
Then, impossibly, the ball wobbled the other direction, falling neatly into the hoop. 
Danny’s mouth fell open. How was that possible?
The game’s host looked just as shocked for a moment. Then, schooling himself, he collected the ball. “Lucky shot.” He handed it back to Dan, who just wordlessly smirked.
The dark-clothed halfa lopped his second shot, then his third. Each landed perfectly. Suspiciously perfectly. 
“That’s three for the three.” The fair worker looked somewhere between stunned and suspicious. Still, he handed the headphones over.
Dan accepted the prize with a grin. “I guess I’m just lucky.” He had the audacity to shrugged casually, the movement in sharp contrast to the smugness radiating off of him.
Danny didn’t have it in him to begrudge the other half ghost his success though. The two walked off, in search of another game. 
They’d walked for about a minute, out of sight of the basketball stall and Danny couldn’t keep his surprise in anymore. “How did you do that?” He asked, almost awed.
“Just simple telekinesis.” This time, Dan’s shrug was legitimately casual. 
“Telekinesis? But…”
“Wait.” The seeming-teen stopped in his tracks, seeming to pick up on the other’s stunned confusion. “You can’t do telekinesis yet? How?” He turned to look at Danny, a mirror of his own confusion. “That’s as easy as breathing. How…” He chuckled. “How don’t you have that power yet?”
“Well, excuse me.” Danny frowned, hands on his hips; he didn’t appreciate being laughed at. “Not all of us have Plasmius’ powers and expertise downloaded right into our head.”
“What? No.” Somehow, Dan sounded even more stunned. “That’s not… Even if that was how that worked…” He looked almost… queasy saying the words. “Plasmius doesn’t have telekinesis.”
“But… yes he does.” Danny tried to argue. Vlad had definitely fought him with telekinesis before. Right?
“He can’t move things with his mind.” The other half ghost shook his head vehemently. “He’s never been able to. Not even now. I’ve tried to explain it a bunch of times.” He pointed severely. “And not out of the goodness of my heart. He wouldn’t stop annoying the shit out of me about how to do it…. And Vlad can’t do it.”
Danny blinked once, twice. “And… you’re serious. You’re not messing with me?”
“Not about this.” Dan rolled his eyes. With a quick look around, they flickered red again. An aura seeped out of his hands, surrounding the newly won headphones. “This telekinesis is one hundred percent Phantom.” The prize hovered off his palm ever so slightly, bathed in green light. 
The other half ghost studied the floating object. It was an impressive show, even more shocking that Vlad apparently couldn’t do it while Dan could so easily. Speaking of easily… Danny raised a brow, teasingly. “Maybe not one hundred percent Phantom. Since you’re not the only one, what with, Box Ghost, Lunch Lady, Technus-”
“Shut up.” Dan elbowed him, surprisingly gently, not a hint of malice in the words. “And I guess we’re not the only ones.”
Danny blinked once, surprised for just a moment. Then… “Oh right. I guess I’ll be able to do that at some point.”
Dan shrugged, the light around the headphones winking out as he caught them. “Want me to teach you?”
“Really?” The other half ghost asked, skeptical.
“Somehow you haven’t figured it out yet.” The other snarked back. Was he… blushing? “And how else are you supposed to cheat at fair games?”
For just a second there was the impulse to snark back; he still didn’t really want to cheat. But Dan was offering, authentically offering to teach him something. And Danny had said he was going to actually give this hanging out thing a shot
“Sure. I’d love it if you showed me how to do it.” Danny said, surprised at his own sincerity. 
Dan gave a nod. “Come on then.” He pulled the teen along, searching for an at least somewhat secluded place. After nearly ten minutes of looking… “This will do.”
They wedged between two stalls, the busy sound of fair goers waiting for food and workers calling out orders at their backs. The alley smelt of roasted turkey, cotton candy, and the sour tang of throw up. The perfect place for an impromptu lesson. 
“That’s going to be your target.” Dan pointed to an abandoned beer bottle. “First…”
After about ten minutes of unsuccessfully getting his younger counterpart to understand, Dan looked just about ready to pull out his hair. “No. You have to reach out. Like the power’s an extension of you.”
“Sorry, but that doesn’t make any sense.” Danny also wanted to pull out his hair.
“Okay, fine. Here. Let’s try this.” Dan grabbed his hand and-
“The fuck!” Danny just about screamed as his counterpart’s hand phased inside his. “What…” He panted, panic suddenly clawing at his throat. “Are you doing?!”
“Bad idea.” Dan was also panting, eyes blown wide. “Bad idea. Too late now.” He pinched red-flickering eyes closed. “We’re like three steps away from being the same person. I should be able to tell your core exactly what to do.”
“Okay?!” Still, Danny’s heart pounded, mind racing back. Dan’s hand, in chest. The solid gear clicking into place. Belittling laughter.
“I’m not…” Dan growled. “That’s not me anymore. I won’t hurt you.”
That was ridiculous. This was crazy. Why did he even agree to doing this? Any of this? Hanging out with Dan, learning from him? Just letting him wander around free?! Why did he trust him? He tried to trust him and this-
Like cold water rushing over him, heavy bricks falling. An immaterial wall shattered. Emotions flooded in. Pain, fear, guilt, regret. But not… not his.
Danny struggled to force his eyes open. When had he closed them?
Dan’s eyes, the same as his own, half a foot from his. They rounded, sincere, desperate. “I’m sorry. Just let me help….”
An exhale. There was a line that had been a solid wall. There was Danny and there was Dan. And Danny could see, he could feel over the line, into his counterpart’s self. The anger, the prickliness, the spite, the smugness. It was all a cover. A pathetic cover over the guilt, the fear, the regret, the pain. 
A small, tentative nudge at his own core. Comfort, reassurance. He was out of practice.
Danny looked away, at his right hand. The one uncannily possessed. His stomach lurched violently. “Do whatever it is you were going to do.”
“I’m trying!” Dan grit his teeth. “Stop fighting.”
Stop fighting? How was he supposed to-
A hand wrapped around his core, not crushing but… comfortably warm. Behind his eyes… 
Rain dripping down the windows, the world dark and gray. A huge, canopied bed. At his bedside, a picture of his family, the glass shattered.
“Danny?” A voice far away. “Danny?” He couldn’t will his head to lift, not after- 
“Danny?” The boy blinked and he was back in that smelly alley. Fingers snapped in front of his face. “Pay attention.” Eyes focused on… Dan. Right.
Wordlessly, Danny nodded. 
“Let’s get this over with.” His counterpart shook his head. His brow furrowed in concentration. And Danny felt his own core act.
Energy swirled around, flowing down to his fingertips and passed them. It stretched, ghostly fingers brushing the bottle. Then, as easy as moving his physical fingers, they wrapped around the target. The object lifted, eerily floating above the dirty ground. Gently it moved side and side of Dan’s volition. With hardly a shared thought, the black-clade half ghost gave over control. Roughly, Danny grabbed the bottle, setting it spinning in the air.
“Wow.” Danny gave a laugh. “Why didn’t you just say that?”
The other halfa rolled his eyes. “Try moving two things at once.”
The shared hand flexed, Dan guiding the movement while Danny acted. His telekinesis reached out, enwrapping a small pebble. It lifted, dipped, and spun. 
At the same time, the bottle dropped. Reaching out with his other physical hand, Danny felt his power stretch. He let out a sigh of relief, catching the object.
For a few more minutes, Danny flexed his new power. His aura wrapped around handfuls of trash, the pieces bobbing in the air. They spun around the pair. First slowly, then faster and faster. Like dirty little moons circling a planet. 
Slowly, a smile grew on Danny’s face. He was actually doing this! His eyes twinkled playfully, suddenly dropping all the trash.
“What? Already tired?” Dan asked. 
The other half ghost didn’t dignify the question. Instead, he jerkily pulled the shark into the air. He sent it in a slow circle around them. Closer and closer, all the while humming. 
“Is that the Jaws theme-”
Danny rammed the shark into his counterpart’s side. 
The plush snoot had Dan bending forward dramatically. His eyes narrowed. And Danny’s smile disappeared. Maybe that had been a step too far; he was getting too comfortable. Then…
Dan rolled his eyes. “Oh, you can effectively attack me with plushies. Color me impressed.” The words came out thick with sarcasm, not the least bit amused. But underneath…
A feeling like subdued laughter brushed Danny’s core. 
The smile wavered back into place. “You say that all serious but…” Just hint of a smirk. “You thought that was hilarious.”
“I did not.” Dan tried to deny. But standing side by side, core open to Danny’s prodding, he had no leg to stand on. “It’s this stupid teenage brain.” He lifted a hand pleadingly. “The meat suit thinks the dumbest things are funny. I’m…I’m a big scary grown up ghost, I swear!”
He sounded so desperate, it was almost funny. Danny struggled not to laugh. “Sure you are.”
For a moment more, Dan pouted, eyes trying to argue his point. Then… he huffed. “Fine. It was funny.” 
Effortlessly, he pulled his incorporeal hand out of Danny’s. The other half ghost shivered, feeling oddly bare as the background nose of Dan’s emotions faded away. 
Across from him, Dan’s arms were crossed, eyes fixed down.
Danny’s brow furrowed. What exactly was Dan’s deal? Flip flopping between emotions. He was snarking and joking one minute and then the next, clamming up and serious. He wanted to be having fun, and then admitting that he was enjoying himself the worst possible thing ever. Part of Danny was at a loss, at his wit’s end. How was he supposed to deal with this? 
But another part… the glimpses he caught from the other’s core. The anger and harshness, covering all that pain and guilt and grief. That made sense. How many times had Danny himself put on a brave face while he was hurting? 
There was another layer though. Uncertainty, insecurity, loneliness. 
So much there and Danny had no idea where to start, what he could say to help, to make it better. 
So he offered what comfort he could. “It’s okay if you thought it was funny, you know. It doesn’t mean you’re any less badass or terrifying or whatever.” He shrugged. “Plus, we’re here to have fun. Let yourself actually enjoy it.”
The other half ghost’s shoulders loosened. He looked up and… for a long moment, there was something heavy and serious in his eyes. His mouth opened and closed, chewing on the thought. Then….
“Al… alright then. Let’s go have some fun.” Dan finally said, seemingly letting the heavy words go, for now at least.
“Yeah.” Danny gave him a hearty pat on the back. “I saw one of those milk bottle toss games with a bunch of giant plushies. Wanna play that?”
“Sure.” Dan shrugged. Then pointedly. “And I expect you to use our lesson.”
“Of course.” Danny replied airly. “Can’t have you shoving your hand intangibly into me for nothing.”
“Again, I blame the teenage brain. You get forcibly de-aged and all the common sense goes out the window.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Danny waved him off. “You don’t see me complaining.”
“You haven’t been de-aged before, have you?” Dan raised a brow. 
“Well no, but…” He trailed off, at a loss for a response to the seeming-teen. Or rather, just teen. The thought almost knocked him off his feet…. Dan actually was his age again, wasn’t he?
“Thought so.” The other teen snorted, ignoring the odd look. Then pointing. “There’s your milk bottle toss.” He blinked. “What the hell is that?”
Danny’s brow furrowed, just as confused at the ambiguous giant stuffed animal. “A cat? Racoon? Maybe a red panda, except… you know, green?”
Dan rubbed his chin, deadpan serious. “Ah, the famed green cacooanda. Of course.”
That earned an appreciative snort from the other half ghost. “Nice.”
Despite his earlier sarcasm and resistance, Danny fully intended to use what Dan had taught him. A few telekinesis assisted ring tosses and he was walking away from the stand with his own green cacooanda. 
“I can’t believe it.” Dan said, dubious. “You actually did it.” He gave a scoff, his typical haughtiness as present as ever. But a twinkle in the corner of his eye…. Dan not-so-secretly looked proud. 
More games followed. Wack-a-mole. Skee-Ball. The Shooting Gallery. Darts. Ring the Bell. Even Duck Pond and Bingo. The pair hit up every one, until all the game hosts eyed the two suspiciously, muttering about calling security, much to Dan’s amusement.
“That was satisfying.” The black-clade teen smirked, carrying his collection of cheating-won spoils. “How ya feel about getting burgers?”
“Yeah.” Danny nodded. His eyes nervously flittered over the booth, still wary of being caught cheating. But… he smiled down at his own pair of headphones and the stuffed bear he planned to give to Jazz; his stomach leapt, giddy at the thrill. Slowly, he grinned. “There’s a bunch of stalls set up by local charities and stuff near the South Gate. The food’s normally good and not that pricey.”
“Awesome.” Dan agreed with a nod.
They grabbed lunch, sitting at one of the picnic tables in front of the impromptu restaurants. Neither really talked. Not that Danny minded. That had been the pattern for most of the morning and early afternoon, conversation revolving around what game to play next, which prizes either had their eyes on.
Now, Dan chewed his burger, the corner of his lip subtly lifted. At the same time, his eyes flitted from stall to stall, drifting over the crowds of people. People watching. Just the smallest hint of awe and curiosity flickered in his eyes.
Danny watched all this, his own lips quirking slightly.
Next came the rides. After a quick discussion about what to do with their prizes – they really should have waited until after to play the games – and finding a place to phase them into the ground for later, the two hurried to the midway. So many options stretched in front of them, Dan’s eyes practically shining with excitement. 
“We have to do the Gravitron first.” The black-clad teen pulled Danny through the crowds.
As they rounded the corner, the ride appeared before them. Danny could almost feel his eyes go heart-shaped. His heart picked up, airly giddy. It was shaped like a spaceship!
“Come on!” It was Danny’s turn to tug his counterpart onward. 
With fastpass bracelets, the two boarded the ride. Back against the padded wall, the boy grinned as the lights started flashing and everything started spinning. 
“Yeah! Woa!” People cheered and screamed as the ride rotated faster and faster. 
Without even a belt to hold him in place, Danny’s back pressed against the wall, the weight of gravity overwhelming. Suddenly, the panels slid up, the lady to his right shouting in surprise. The boy’s feet rose off the floor, body held in place solely by the centrifugal force. He just shouted louder.
Far too soon, the ride slowed, the panels slotting back into place and feet returning to the floor. The spinning gradually stopped and the force of gravity lessened to its normal weight. 
Danny’s ears rang slightly, balance wobbly and stomach churning; boy was he glad they hadn't pigged out on too much greasy food yet. Still, his heart pounded, a buzz with adrenaline. He grinned. “Let’s do that again!”
Ride again, they did. A second spin and then a third had Dan grinning with him, eager to try something else. 
“The drop tower?” The teen pointed. And the pair was rushing off again.
The tilt-a-whirl. An upside down swinging Pirate Ship. The Round-up, the Gravitron’s almost vertically spinning cousin. 
The two half ghosts took turns choosing which to ride next and excitedly pulling each other across the midway.
“What’s this one?” Danny pointed. “Music Express?”
“Looks kinda boring.” The other half ghost shrugged. “Let’s try it.” 
The cars formed a circle, alternating flat and sloped sections making the track look lop-sided. The two picked a car, Dan sliding in first. Danny sat beside him, the metal bar over their laps locking them into place. Again, music started and they were off.
The circle of cars rotated, first slowly and evenly. Honestly, indeed a little boring. Then…
“What wants to go faster?!” The operator yelled into the microphone. 
The riders screamed their agreement, the music speeding up. The cars spun faster. Laughter and shouts rang out; Danny’s screams joined the merry noise, caught up in the joy around him. 
Then, he slammed into Dan, his shout choking. The spinning force pulled him towards the center and right into his car-mate. His hip and shoulder dug into the other teen, Dan’s own enthusiastic shouting cutting out. The black-clad teen’s mouth snapped shut, face going beat red in mortification.
“Your.. your face!” Danny burst out laughing, unable to keep the amusement in.
Dan just wordlessly shoved Danny’s face away. 
The ride continued for a few more minutes, the rotation even reversing and sending the cars backwards. All the while, Danny laughed, a large part of him enjoying Dan’s discomfort. 
Finally, the music slowed, movement trickling to a stop. The ride over, Danny exited first. He offered his hand to help his counterpart out. 
“I guess this one’s on the no list, huh?” Danny asked, taking pity. 
Dan took the offered hand. “Nah. I want to go again.”
“Oh?” The other teen blinked once, surprised.
“Yes. You’re sitting on the inside next time.” His teeth flashed mischievously. 
“Guess I deserve that one.” Danny chuckled. 
Sure enough, they rode again, this time Danny suffering through being crushed by his seat companion. Dan laughed somewhat evilly all the while, reveling in the discomfort just as much as Danny had earlier.
Bumper cars. Three different mini-coasters. A few turns on the Racing Slide. A surprisingly disorienting house of mirrors, followed by a ridiculously lame “haunted house.” Even the good old carousel and ferris wheel. 
Conversation drifted, most trivial but some… almost serious.
The fairwheel ground to a stop, the pair hanging at the apex. “So… how does it work?” Danny asked, casually looking at his nails. 
Dan gave him a suspicious look. “How does what work?” 
“If you didn’t just download Vlad’s expertise…then how does it work?”
The other teen stiffened slightly, eyes fixed far away on the Amity Park skyline. “It’s mainly emotions. I mean, you and Vlad figured that out. Ghosts are made of emotions. And there’s… they’re not really memories, I guess. More like… the shape of them.” Slowly, the car started descending. “Like I watch football with Vlad… because he’s into it and won’t shut up about father-son bonding.” Dan narrowed his eyes pointedly. “And I find myself liking it.” He stuck out his tongue. “And the weird images of boring board rooms. And Maddie with long hair. It was so curly then, falling against her cheeks…” He grimaced. “Sometimes I really wish I hadn’t eaten Plasmius.” 
The words were so blunt, so casual; Danny choked on air. Dan ignored his hacking. “I mean… I think I would have just faded away if I hadn’t so…” He shrugged.
Danny blinked at him. What was he supposed to say to that? A response did niggle at his mind though…and to his horror, the question slipped out. “What did he… taste like?” 
“The grossest cheese ever.”
Danny and Dan enjoyed all the rides the fair had to offer, the afternoon gradually giving way to evening. The sun set, the warmth of the day becoming the chill of night. The lines grew longer, teens and young adults piling in to enjoy the bright lights and music. Still, the two were unbothered by the waits, thanks to their blessed fastpasses. 
The night stretched on, every ride enjoyed to the two teens’ hearts’ content. And finally…
“The squirrel cages.” Dan spread his arms, practically beaming up at the towering mess of metal. “Saving the best for last.” 
“Yes!” Danny’s stomach leapt, queasily excited. 
They boarded one of the odd, apostrophe-shaped cars. The plush bench sat under them, metal bars and mesh cradling the two riders. The center, oblong frame creaked, beginning to spin. The car rose into the air, swinging. 
The sound of more people being loaded onto the ride rang out below. Danny held his breath in anticipation. Any second now…
A sudden jolt of movement. Beside him, Dan gasped. 
The center rotated, the cage swaying violently. Rising higher and higher in the air. Danny’s heart fluttered. They reached the top… A burst of speed and everything spun. Both boys screamed, the cage flipping end over end. 
A flurry of movement, the world turning. The inky-black sky flashed into view, then the thousand glittering lights of the fair loomed below. The sky, the ground, the sky, the ground. The scene flickered. On and on. 
Screams reverberated, terrified and elated. Weight shifted, the car turning and flipping. Danny’s heart pounded, his stomach in his throat.
Far too soon, the ride ended. Danny looked over at his counterpart, both’s eyes blown wide. “Go again?”
Dan nodded eagerly. 
They rode again. And again. And again. 
Head over heels, the world turned in flashes of light and dark. Danny’s ears rang, shouts and cheers filling his brain. His head swam. Pressed side by side with Dan, hands grasps to the bars over the door. His veins filled with more adrenaline than blood. In every molecule… terror, giddiness, elation. 
The joy bubbled up, first in a smile. A grin. A shout. A laugh. The cackle burst out, unrestrained. Beside him, Dan’s guffaws rang in kind. The laughter filled his world, his mind. Dan’s laugh and his… they were the same laugh, but also so different. Chests and shoulders shook, the delight too much to hold. 
The two half ghosts laughed and laughed and laughed. 
They laughed until they couldn’t breathe. Until the ride stopped and both stumbled out of the car. Until Danny, one arm around the other’s shoulders, helped a green-faced, wobbling Dan past the ride operator and the line of waiting riders, and the other teen threw up on his shoes. 
“Stupid clone body.” Dan complained without heat, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“That’s just being human.” Danny laughed. 
“Well, can my body not?” He rolled his eyes, the orbs still sparkling with mirth. “Eating and sleeping are great, really, but I could do without the ability to vomit.”
“Hey, you’re doing better than my first time. You lasted for more than one ride.” The other half ghost shrugged, the movement bringing his counterpart just the tiniest bit closer. “When we went to the fair when I was eleven, I was finally tall enough. I begged to ride. Jazz and Mom absolutely refused, the chickens. But Dad rode with me. It was the best thing ever. We flipped so many times.” His speech grew faster with his excitement. “I was so dizzy after. Stumbling around like I’d just drunk a six-pack. I wobbled up to Jazz, told her she was a chicken and missed the best ride ever and…” A snort burst forth, threatening to choke his words. “I threw up all over her! I’d eaten so much cotton candy before, it was bright blue! And little bits of popcorn and hotdogs.” Danny held his stomach with one arm. “You should have seen her face.” He giggled lost in the memory, in the lingering adrenaline rush. 
Beside him, Dan shook his head in amusement. “I remember. I was there.”
“Yeah.” Danny laughed. “I guess you were… there.” He trailed off, the meaning finally hitting him. Eyes trailing over, to his counterpart’s face. Similar to his, not just because the human body was a clone, but… “I guess you were.” 
Something shifted between the two, in that meeting of eyes. An unspoken understanding lingered. That heaviness that had flashed in Dan’s eyes, right after their lesson…. It leered, visible but not weighty. 
“Come on.” Danny finally offered, smile gentle. “You wanted to eat a bunch of greasy food today. Think your stomach is up to it?”
“Of course.” The other flashed his teeth playfully.
The two weaved through the midway, away from crowded rides. They passed tens of food stalls, visiting at least a half dozen for all the staples. Cotton Candy, Kettle Corn, Candy Apples. They got the best ice cream from a local farm’s stand and incredible homemade pumpkin fudge. And so much fried food- a red-velvet funnel cake, corn dogs, fried pickles, bacon-wrapped fried Reeses’, and the famed, delectable fried oreos. 
With their haul, they walked past the fairy-light lit garden displays, plants of all shapes and sizes swaying in the breeze. Clangs sounded from the old-fashioned blacksmith’s shop, curious onlookers’ faces lit by the fire light. A bluegrass band played on the lawn to ground-shaking stomps and cheers.
“This looks like a good spot.” Danny motioned. 
They’d wandered to an empty spot on the grass, near the pond at the edge of the fairgrounds. Dan gave a nod, carefully putting down his portion of the food.
And so the two teens sat and ate. Lights flickered on the water. At their backs, music spun. Fiddle and mandolin sang, soft and slow in some kind of lullaby.  
The quiet weighed but… not heavy, not oppressive. It encompassed, gentle and protective, like a blanket. Dan ate slowly, unhurried. His eyes drifted over the lake, gaze on the gentle lapping water. But his mind was elsewhere.
And Danny watched his companion. Not tense and distrusting as before but patient, ready to talk when Dan needed.
The lullaby ended to cheers. The sound petered out, the set ending. The murmurs of the crowd ebbed away. 
The wind picked up, movement catching Danny’s eye. At the other side of the pond, the trees swayed. Needles and pine cones ruffled, falling to the water with tiny plops. 
“Do you really think I’m terrifying?” Dan finally broke the silence.
Danny turned, eyes wide. Of all the questions to ask, he hadn’t been expecting that. “Why do you ask?” He swallowed, eyes darting away evasively.
“Earlier…you said having fun doesn’t make me any less terrifying or whatever. But that’s not…” Dan looked down, picking at his nails. “I don’t care about being scary. I don’t… I don’t wanna be like that. That’s not why… I don’t deserve… that’s not…” He stumbled over the words, finally gritting out. “Just answer the question.”
For just a second, Danny’s stomach twisted; his impulse was to lie. But… back in the alley, his core brushing Dan’s. A door opened between them. And… a door, once opened, may be walked through from either side.
He couldn’t lie, not about this.
Danny swallowed, nodding. “After I saw your future and the CAT and everything… I had so many nightmares. Mostly about you escaping.” The evil laughter, terror on his friend’s faces, Amity Park in rubble. He’d wake up sweating, heart pounding and ecto-blast in hand. Ready to defend. Now… his mouth felt dry, an odd feeling squeezing his core. “Those went on for months.”
“And then it happened.” Dan’s knees pulled his chest, eyes wide, haunted, and… guilty.
Numbly, Danny nodded. It had. He remembered; the rubble, the cries for help, the flames. He shivered. That reality had been erased. Clockwork fixed the timeline, like he had the first time. But it still happened. The monster from his nightmares returned, more powerful and dangerous than ever. And now….
His eyes focused. On the boy sitting across from him. That monster was here and… he wasn’t a monster at all.
And that was the hardest part. The Phantom as evil incarnate. As a twisted, unfeeling abomination. That was easy. But this Phantom? This oddly human reflection….
“I’m sorry.” Danny found himself saying. 
Dan looked up at that, blinking at him startledly. “Why the hell are you sorry?”
In a less somber setting, he might have laughed but now, Danny just shook his head. “After the CAT, I kept telling myself that I promised I’d never be like…like you.” The odd feeling squeezed again, something like guilt. “I’d never let that happen. Because… because I promised.” His head fixed down, gnawing on his lip. “Because I was stronger. I knew better now. I was better. I was… I was different somehow. But that’s… that’s a lie.” He forced his gaze back up, focused on the wide-eyed boy in front of him. “We’re… three steps from being the same person. If things had been different…”
The rain, the bed, the shattered picture frame…. That terrible scene from Dan’s memory. It was so easy to imagine that as his reality. Losing everything, his life destroyed… A twist of fate and their places could have been swapped. 
“So… I’m sorry. I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sorry that you lost everything and that you’re stuck here. And having to deal with being 16 again and Vlad thinking he’s your dad. And…” Danny wrung his hands. “I’m sorry that I forgot…”
After the fight, when he’d thrown down the thermos, he’d realized, he’d seen it. That Phantom was hurting, in pain. That he was still just a grieving kid. But in the months since, he’d lost sight of that. “I’m sorry that I forgot you’re a person too. I forgot who you really are.”
Dan stared at him for a long moment, brow wrinkled. His mouth opened and closed a few times. Then… “You are so stupid.” Somehow, no heat was in the words. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying sorry. I’m supposed to be groveling, on my knees, begging. I…I destroyed the world, Danny.” His voice started to tremble. “I killed so many people. Maimed so many ghosts. Tried to kill Valerie, my only friend, so many times. I…I tried to kill Mom and Dad.” His eyes shone, taking on a glassy sheen. “Jazz, Sam and Tucker. I tried to kill all of them twice. Twice. And…” His face paled, almost queasy. “I am horrified. I am disgusted. I… It makes me sick. I hate… I hate what I did. I hate who I was. And…” Finally, tears started falling. “I don’t deserve any… any of this. I definitely don’t deserve you saying sorry to me. You… you idiot. You’re too good for your own good. And I’m… I’m just…”
Dan stuttered to a stop, words choking as he furiously whipped at his face. 
And it was Danny’s turn to stare stunned. What could he say to that? Nothing was good enough. Nothing would ever be good enough. By all accounts, Dan had done horrible things, unforgivable things. Danny had every reason to still hate and fear him. No reason at all to offer forgiveness or sympathy. But…
The empathy was there, twisting Danny’s heart into knots. Somehow, he understood. Far too well.
“Do you want a hug?” The question slipped out before Danny really considered it.
Dan, apparently completely stunned, nodded immediately.
What he’d asked hit Danny just as the response came. For a moment, he mentally berated himself; what a stupid thing to ask. Dan didn’t actually want a hug. And what was he doing trying to comfort his formerly evil, formerly older alternative self? But then again…
Danny’s resolve crumbled. He leaned over, wrapping his arms around Dan’s shoulders.
The breath-hitching sob caught Danny off guard. Dan letting his walls crumble in front of him had been unbelievable just this morning. But after the rides and games, sharing quips and food and heart-felt truths…. Now it all made sense.
The pair sat for a long time, Danny hugging his counterpart. Dan’s shoulders shook, hands balled in the back of his jacket. Tears wet his shirt. And the only sounds were his own heartbeat, Dan’s pounding right next to his. And the dark-clad teen’s soft cries. 
Gradually though, the tears slowed. The sobs quieted. The shaking stopped. Breathing slowed and evened. 
Taking a deep breath, Dan pulled away. “I… Sorry.” His face burned red, embarrassed. “That isn’t… I didn’t want to break down on you.”
“It’s okay.” Danny shook his head. “Maybe it didn’t go how you wanted. But this is why you wanted to hang out with me, right? To apologize, getting everything out in the open.”
The other half ghost nodded. “And show you that I’m…I’m different.” He wiped his eyes. “I’m trying to be better.”
“I can see that.” The skin around his eyes crinkled, dawning smile genuine. 
And Danny meant it. In a dozen little ways today, he’d witnessed it. This Dan was a far cry from the Phantom he’d fought all those months ago.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Dan gave a watery smile. 
Just then, a loud boom cut that air. Lights flashed in the sky. Fireworks above the pond. 
“Look at that.” Dan’s eyes widened, voice breathlessly awed.
The two sat, side by side watching the fireworks. Sparks danced across the sky, spheres and swirls and spirals of every color.
And Danny could never have been happier he opened that door and let Dan drag him here. He didn’t know what the future held for them, where exactly his and Dan’s relationship stood; were they friends now? Family? But… 
“Cotton Candy?” His counterpart offered, holding open the bag.
“Sure.” Danny nodded, taking the last handful.
There had been tears and apologies. A release of tension and fear and bitterness. New discoveries made and old similarities uncovered.
Danny tore the piece of floss in half, giving Dan back the other piece. 
And most importantly, the incredible chance to start again.
Dan accepted with a nod and a smile. “Thanks. For everything.” 
Reconciliation was indeed sweet. 
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peterdarlingg · 1 year
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I Don’t feel so good
paring: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Working all day has got you exhausted and Tom has to help take care of you.
Warnings: mentions of a bit of nausea, dizziness, a bit of angst and eating habits? Bad editing,typos probably (Let me know if I missed anything)
A/n: posting another fic? How’d that happen? Anyway this idea kinda just came to me and I made myself sit down and finish it. It’s sort of from my own personal experiences so…that’s that. Gif by @manny-jacinto I hope you enjoy and let me know how it is. 🩷
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You’d just finished work and exhausted didn’t do justice to how you were feeling.
It was a Saturday but your boss had insisted on extra tasks that needed to be done and delivered on Saturday night.
So even though it was a weekend, it didn’t feel like it to you.
Tom had been out the whole day because he had plans with the boys. He had been planning it for a while because he has been so busy, but he felt horrible leaving you in the morning.
You told him that you had a lot of work to do anyway so it would be better for him to go out with his friends and have fun.
He complied but still felt guilty.
So come sunset, you were done but oh how tired you were.
Tom had called you about 30 minutes ago and told you he’s on his way home, so you guessed that he’s probably going to arrive any second now.
When Tom walked in he wasn’t expecting to see you in the kitchen, moving so slow that he was a bit concerned. You were making- or attempting to make a sandwich it looked like. But your movements looked slow and sluggish.
When you heard the apartment door close you knew it was Tom but didn’t have the energy to say hello. That’s how bad it was.
You felt like you were moving in slow motion and you couldn’t hold you head up anymore.
“Y/n hi, I’m home.” Tom said walking to you cautiously.
“Hm,” you hummed unable to form words.
“Hey are you okay?” He asked you putting a hand in your back to steady you when you swayed a bit.
“I’m okay,” your words slurring a bit.
Tom was beyond worried now. Looking at you he saw your face white as a sheet and sweat was dripping down your forehead.
Then it clicked into his mind.
“Baby have you eaten today?”
“…no,” you whispered.
“I knew it, dammit y/n” he thought.
You had a bad habit of not eating when you were stressed or simply had a lot of work to do. You just simply forgot to take care of yourself when you get this pressured.
It’s the simplest of tasks like drinking water or having breakfast that you neglected at times like these.
“Sweetheart nothing?” He asked worriedly, looking into your eyes that were dropping down.
You shook your head before mumbling “I don’t feel good,” your knees starting to give out.
Tom carried you to the couch to get you to sit down.
“It’s okay baby, we just need to get you something to eat okay, then you’ll feel much better.” He caressed the side your face before kissing your temple gently.
Just as be was leaning back to go get you some food and water you came forward and held his arm hard.
“No, don’t leave me,”’ you whined.
“I wasn’t going to love, I was just gonna get you food so you can feel better,” he explained you, intertwining your fingers with his and caressing his thumb on your knuckles before giving it a gentle kiss.
“No, don’t leave, I don’t feel good,”
“I know love, that’s why you need food right now your body needs food to have energy.”
“I’m hot,” you whispered, not hearing him as you tugged at your hoodie that you were swearing through, feeling faint.
Breathing heavily you tugged at your hoodie taking you arms out and taking it over your head then chucking it behind you somewhere.
“Love, it’s okay, you’re okay,” he held either side of your face and found you hair tie on the coffee table,taking it putting your hair up in a messy bun.
“I’ll be right back okay?” He said as he got up.
“No…” you whispered getting up shakily to get him to stay. But you swayed and almost fell over. “Y/n, Y/n,” Tom caught you and set you down on the couch,”
“No, I wanna lay down,” you told him as you pushed his hands away, putting your head on the couch pillow and closing your eyes.
“No, love, love you need to sit up,” he said trying to get you to regain a bit of consciousness.
“No, want to sleep, don’t feel good,”
Tom sighed and went jogged to the kitchen to get you some food and water quick as you were actually fainting now.
“Okay here love,” he grabbed your waist and to lift you up and supported your neck with his other hand to get you to sit up.
“Mmhmm,” you mumbled tiredly.
“I know love, I know,” he cooed.
“Here lovie, drink,” he held the water bottle to your lips to drink but you turned your head.
“Baby, you need to drink something,” he insisted.
“Uh uh,” you shook your head as much as you could. “Lovie I know you don’t feel good but it’ll help,” he encouraged.
He started to panic as you weren’t letting him help you and you were deteriorating, face pale and sweaty.
“I feel nauseous, can’t drink,”
“Baby, I know, it will go away if you drink come on,” he put the bottle to your lips again and this time you compiled, taking a sip then pulling away shaking your head.
“Come on love, few more sips,” he encouraged you.
He helped you drink again holding the water bottle to you mouth as you couldn’t move your arms that were draped next to you.
“There you go lovie, you got this,” he smiled.
He grabbed the sandwich he finished for you and held it out for you to take.
But once again you just shook your head because no way you were going to eat a sandwich feeling nauseous.
“Darling-“
“No I can’t please don’t make me,” you cried out, eyes tearing up.
Tom was quick to set the plate down and sit next to you taking you into his arms, holding you.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he cooed.
“You’re alright darling,” he kissed your hair and kept his mouth there.
Rubbing up and down your arms to calm you down. You were so out of it that you started to cry from how awful you felt.
“I’ll never not eat ever again,” you thought to yourself.
“Do you want to lay down a bit then eat?” Tom suggested.
He felt you nod against him and he pulled away before taking laying down with you on top of him cuddling you.
After a good 10 minutes of back scratches and forehead kisses, he thought he’d check in with you again.
“Hey, feeling a bit better?” He talked to you softly next to your ear.
He felt you nod against him, still not having enough energy to form words.
“You feel like you can eat now?”
“Mhm,” you mumbled tiredly.
“Okay let’s sit up okay?” He said as he sat up with you very slowly not to make you dizzy.
You were sitting on his lap, face hiding in the crook of his neck inhaling his comforting scent to calm down.
“Okay darling, here you are,” he grabbed the plate and held the sandwich to feed it to you as you still didn’t have enough energy to move he was moving you around like a rag doll really this whole time.
You carefully took a small bite of the sandwich he made, which you had to admit to yourself was good.
Chewing slowly you grabbed his wrist for another bite and he gave it to you.
“Doing amazing darling, good job,” he praised.
After about 5 to 10 minutes you finally finished the sandwich feeling much better.
“Can we just sit here for a bit? I’m still a bit dizzy,” you asked him.
“Yeah darling, course, whatever you want,” he held you and you wrapped your arms around his waist, finding comfort in his warmth.
Tom was feeling a bit better now that you were able to form a full on sentence without slurring your words together.
“We can get up now,” you said after a while.
“You feeling okay?” He asked still a bit concerned after what had just went down.
“Yeah, a little off but much better,” you answered , your voice still weak.
“I’m so sorry,Tom” you turned to him looking very apologetic and ashamed.
“Y/n, it’s okay, really,” “I was more worried than anything,”
“I know I just, it was a really bad day for me and I was so stressed that I wouldn’t be able to finish everything on time and I just forgot to eat anything really. I wasn’t hungry at all and I just forgot. I’m sorry,”
“Love don’t be sorry, we just need to work on this a bit, that’s all,” he smiled at you.
“I was a scared,” you admitted sheepishly and Toms’ heart tugged in his chest.
“I mean normally when this happens I just feel a bit dizzy but that’s it, I felt awful this time,” you quietly said.
“I know that was a bad one,” he said brows furrowed.
“But it’s alright,” he said cheerfully.
“Your okay now and that’s all that matters,”
“Just please try to work on taking care of yourself. I’ll help you as well, I’ll be there for you every step of the way until you don’t need me anymore,” he leaned in slowly and pushed his lips against yours breathing you in.
“I’ll always need you,” you whispered in between kisses.
Resting you forehead against his, you give him a chaste kiss.
“Okay,” you said excitedly.
“Now tell me all about today,” you told him cuddling into him looking up at him adoringly and kissing his jaw.
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jwonsoon · 7 months
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enhypen - how they show affection at school 𖨆♡𖨆
☼ authors note - hi guys first post :) thinking about life w them at school god im going nuts - def not proofread im just rambling !
heeseung
his way of showing affection is through subtle touches </3. 
during those school breaks after exhausting classes he just wants to see you and listen to how ur day went.
his hand is always hanging around u, whether thats ur knee or shoulder giving u small squeezes of reassurance while ur with all ur friends to remind u nonverbally that he misses u. 
also if u guys are laughing about something he is always looking at you w so much admiration or leaning into you god i want him 
jay
HE IS SO OBVIOUSSSS. i love him so much 
jay would have such starry eyes he would completely light up around u. he is so smiley and giggly around you laughing at ur jokes that were not even that funny. 
he’s also such a good listener like he’s just so attentive and give u the exact energy u need when ur ranting like he gives me “yea i really hate when that happens too…” vibes. 
buys u food anytime. 
he would be so insistent calling you over and telling him to sit with him cus he wants u near to him he’s barely seen u all day :(( he’d whisper ur name like “come here i miss youuuuu” i cant i cannot
jake 
HANDS HANDS HANDS. 
he loves playing w ur hands bopping them around and intertwining w them when ur talking to him. (think him and jungwon in enhypen&hi i cant do this) u also love doing the same to him, he gets all giddy but he still wants to be attentive to the rest of the friend group and not seem too obvious so he’ll be nodding and listening but he’ll occasionally look at u and smile to himself. god. 
his form of affection is just simply being with u. being close in proximity. he just loves the idea of u being there
he misses u and doesn’t wanna see u stressed!!!!  when his hands are free he’ll have his arm around u rubbing ur arm asking what he can do to help :(
would also be so visibly excited to see u if u haven’t seen e/o all day he makes u feel so special. he is so comforting i love him so bad jake i love u
sunghoon 
SUBTLE TOUCHES PART 2.
but this is more subtle it HURTS. his hand is always lingering around yours. and he always nudges u or he’s always looking down at ur hands that are barely touching and sometimes u dont notice so he gets pouty OH MY GOD.
secretly memorized ur schedule so at the end of one random class he’s finished early and hes just standing outside like 🧍 ALL AWK waiting for you to walk to lunch together and ur like how did u know i was here…hes like 🤷‍♂️
sunghoon is really subtle with it. if he senses you’re having a bad day he’s gonna be extra goofy w lame dad jokes to try and distract u. he’ll buy food for u but make it seem like it was for him and give it to u “just because.” sigh . the little things
jungwon 
despite being busy af. he will always make time for YOU. like he has a meeting but he receives a text that you’re about to go home? he will be excusing himself for 5 mins to give u a proper bye. FUCKKKKK
always texting u. ur laptop BETTTTERRR have DND on or else it will be pinging every 2 seconds. just like how this boy is always on weverse, he is constantly updating u about funny shit that happens in class or just what hes thinking or ur future hang out plans “we should go here on saturday”
he would so walk u home from school if y’all lived near and he would get sad if he can’t bring u one day like “how come ur leaving early i cant walk u home and ive barely seen u all week :( “
somehow always carrying ur stuff - especially if u tend to leave things behind. especially hoodies and waterbottles. like by the end of the day ur like “ok so why do u have half of my belongings.” when u guys pack up after lunch he is always picking up ur stuff b4 u cus he just knows u sometimes forget 😞 
sunoo 
no matter how busy y’all are. sunoo wants to see u ☹️ u guys have barely talked the whole day. he will text to meet in the middle of class just quickly. “what floor are you in? can u leave class rq i wanna say hi :(“ 
compliments. COMPLIMENTS. always the small details too like if he’ll notice if u tried a new makeup look or if u did ur hair different. he’ll make u feel so pretty
walks with u around the campus during lunch after you guys are done to have one on ones. he likes spending time one on one with you cus sometimes its harder within ur bigger group of friends awh. 
would always have ur arms linked and laugh about stupid things with you FUCK SUNOO MY SUNSHINE 
ni-ki 
i luv him NI-KI so much im gonna get emotional. 
when he laughs or gets excited he’s practically jumping onto u or puts his whole body weight on u you’ve almost fallen so many times. 
always squeezing ur shoulders from behind to catch ur attention cus he’s so tall, similar to this sometimes he scares u from behind and u get so startled and he loves it cus he thinks ur cute and silly </3 but he sometimes does it when you’ve seen him coming from like 4 miles away… goofy ass 
when hes with u he’ll scrunch his nose and whisper “cute” to himself bc he doesn’t wanna be obviousssss😜u cant know that hes’s SIMPING!! (but he doesnt realize that u did see it and ur geeking)
likes to hug u when theres no one else around or fully lean into u like hes about to get a good nights sleep  😭
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apomaro-mellow · 10 months
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The Bright Side S01E01: Birthday Blues
The first installment of my Stranger Things sitcom-style fic! Enjoy!
"There he goes again", Jim said, looking at something through the blinds.
"Are you spying on the neighbors?", El asked, coming down to make herself some waffles.
"I'm observing his horrible lawn-mowing technique." Just outside the window, the teenage son of the neighbor next door struggled with a lawn mower. His lines were uneven and Jim knew he wouldn't go back and fix it.
"You could give him some landscaping tips you know."
"If I go over there and try tellin' him what to do that devil-woman will go all mama bear on me." Jim didn't move from his position all the same.
Just then, Steve sped down the stairs, hurrying to pull his jacket on and glance at the fridge. "Rob is gonna kill me! I'm late!" He grabbed and apple and was about to rush out the backdoor when El got up and took him by the elbow. She put a finger to her lips and pointed to their father.
"Are we still on for tonight?", she whispered.
"Yes. Of course. I'll have everything ready", Steve whispered back.
"You kids better not be schemin' behind my back", Jim said without turning around.
"You know El's too innocent to scheme. I'll be back at 6", Steve said before rushing out the door.
Jim mumbled something under his breath about unkempt lawns. El watched for a moment more before leaving as well. She had to finalize today's plans with her friends.
She was practically buzzing when she got to Dustin's house, elated that he already had a whole chalkboard set up in his living room. Max, Lucas, and Will were there too. And Mike. But Will was already sitting next to him so El sat next to Max.
"Alright. Operation Birthday will soon commence", Dustin said. "Everyone remember their jobs?"
"Will and I are going to get him out of the house", El said. "That way the decorations team can come in."
"Max and I are on decorations, because we're the only ones with taste", Lucas grinned.
Then Dustin pointed to himself. "Then Mike and I will procure the present. Which should be arriving from the post office any minute now."
Mike raised his hand. "Remind me again why we're throwing on a party for him?"
"Because he's my father", El glowered. Mike was cute but sometimes he could be a buttmunch. He made it so hard to crush on him some days.
"I think if we're nice to Mr. Hopper, he'll be nicer to us", Will figured. "And maybe stop bickering with my mom."
"Okay, keep these things in mind for everything to go right", Dustin began underlining things on the chalkboard. "Don't let Mr. Hopper and Ms. Byers alone together. Don't let him into the house too early. And do everything perfectly."
"Yeah, how hard can that be?", Mike rolled his eyes.
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"So we're heading to your place right after work?", Robin asked as she stacked some tapes.
"I mean yeah. It's just gonna be me, my dad, my sister, and her friends. A couple of the neighbors", Steve shrugged.
"Oh just? Steve, that's like a dozen people at least. Of course you'd think that's a small get together."
"It's just my dad's birthday. So I mean, if you wanna come...it's really just gonna be us. El and her friends will probably pick a corner and play some game. My dad's probably just gonna argue with Joyce the whole time so-"
"Sounds like you'll be defenseless without me. Or were you hoping to strike up a conversation with Jonathan Byers?"
"Would that be smart?"
"It would be wise, which is different from being smart", Robin pointed out.
"I don't think I'm either. Smart or wise." Steve took some of the tapes Robin had stacked and started carrying them to the shelves.
"You're a wiseass, close enough. Your sister is already friends with the littlest Byers. Maybe if you and Jonathan get really friendly, your parents will too."
"Imagine me, a diplomat", Steve said as he looked around. "It's kinda weird how not-busy we are on a Saturday afternoon, right?"
"Sshh! Don't jinx it! If we're lucky, we'll be out of business before lunch", Robin swiped at him.
"Excuse you, I would like it if I didn't have to go job hunting every week. Bad enough that the freezer at Scoops Ahoy exploded."
"Yeah, who would've thought an ice cream freezer would explode?"
"We promised the NDAs we would never speak of it again."
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El was pulling her father out of the house by the hand. "Come on Dad, you have to see this."
Will followed from behind, putting a finger to his lips as Max and Lucas silently snuck in through another door, box full of decorations. Once Will closed the front door, they let out a breath.
"Okay, we've got an hour to get all this stuff up", Lucas said, opening the box.
"Wait, Lucas", Max held a hand up. "We've got a whole hour."
"Yeah? I just said that."
"This is gonna take us 10 minutes tops. Which means we can do a little...", Max's eyes looked this way and that about the living room.
Lucas' chin jutted a little. "Snoop?"
"Not snooping. Just...exploring."
"I'm not looking through El's stuff. 1. she's a girl. and 2. she's a party member. That breaks two rules. And Hopper probably just has old man underwear and cologne."
Max's head cocked. "Steve's stuff?"
"Let's go!"
They bounded up the stairs without a moment's hesitation.
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Steve in the middle of trying to both sell a video and get a date when the phone at the desk rang.
"Family Video, bringing home entertainment to your whole family. This is Steve, how may I help you?"
"Steve? It's El. We have a problem."
"What is it? What's going on?"
"So we started Operation Birthday-"
"That sounds like one of Dustin's plans. I told you to stop scheming with those guys-"
"Steve, Dad's leg is broken!"
"What?", Steve breathed out. He tried gesturing for Robin to start grabbing his things from the breakroom and it took some wild movements as she first picked up a tape, then pointed to a chair, and then finally realized he wanted his keys and jacket. All through this, El was telling him how Jim slipped on a skateboard (probably Max's) and Joyce had to drive them to the hospital.
"I'm on my way." He hung up and turned to Robin.
"Go. I'll take care of things here. Save me some cake?"
"Will do. And you're the best!"
"That's why you imprinted on me!", she shouted at his back as he left the store.
Steve sped down the road and pretty much bulldozed his way into the hospital before getting to the room where they were seeing Jim. He looked up in surprise.
"Where's the fire kiddo?"
"El said you broke your leg!", Steve panted out.
"It's more of a sprain really", Joyce piped up from the chair she was sitting in. "But you wouldn't know it from how he bawled like a baby."
"Hey I think I have a right to scream and shout when my leg's outta whack."
"You got your little girl in a panic and she called your son down", Joyce waved a hand at Steve.
"Better than leaving me at the mercy of you."
"Well maybe I should've let Will drive you to the hospital, how about that?"
Jim had a comeback for that while El slid in next to Steve with a sigh. "They were like this the whole. way. here."
"Well, that's what you get for your schemes. Joyce said it's just a sprain though. He should be fine. But I'm sorry it didn't go the way you planned." Steve gave her a pat on the shoulder.
Lucas and Max came in, along with Jonathan and Will.
"Will told us everything!", Lucas exclaimed.
"So uh, did you ever find the punk the skateboard belonged to?", Max asked, eyes shifty. "Because I bet it was Todd Palmer."
"Definitely", Lucas agreed. "Definitely Todd Palmer. There's no way it could belong to any of us." Which got him a swift smack in the arm from Max.
"What's this about plans and schemes?", Jim asked, bypassing all of the rest.
El let out a sigh. "We were trying to surprise you for your birthday." She looked utterly heartbroken.
"C'mere, kiddo", Jim said from the hospital bed. He enveloped his daughter in a hug. "You know what we always say. It's the thought that counts. You know I don't need a big party or fancy gifts-"
Mike and Dustin bursted through the doors. "You guys won't believe what we had to go through to get this gift!", Dustin shouted.
"Dude! Hospital! Inside voice!", Steve also shouted though not as loudly.
"We were waiting for the mailman, right?", Mike launched, ignoring Steve. "But the truck drove right past us-"
"So we're chasin' and chasin' after this guy, shouting at him to stop the car-", Dustin continued.
"And he goes all the way back to the post office-"
"We get in, try and tell them what happened but they won't give it to us without proof of address which is totally agist-"
"So we had to sneak into the back and find the box but we got caught and they started chasing us and I'm pretty sure we just committed a felony."
"But we got the present~", Dustin sang triumphantly, holding the box over his head.
He put it at the foot of Jim's bed and everyone looked at him expectantly. Jim rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the possible package theft that the two kids committed and grabbed the box. It did in fact have their current address on it. He opened it and took out book with the utmost reverence.
"Is that?", Steve started to ask.
"My mother's recipes", Jim confirmed. He looked to El. "How did you?"
"I have my ways", she smiled. "You told me she had a pancake recipe that would make me forget all about waffles."
Jim laughed softly. "That she did." He pulled her in for another hug and kissed the top of her head. "Thanks, kid."
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Later, Jim was released and Steve helped him into the house and onto the couch. The other kids felt bad even now and were still lingering around in the house even though they had nothing to do.
"Just relax and let cable TV soothe you", Dustin said as he turned on the television while Steve went up to his room.
"Which one of you little nerds went through my stuff?!", he shouted from upstairs.
Lucas and Max shared a look of panic before bolting from the house.
Episode 2
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stormxpadme · 6 days
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We have a new game going on in our @scoganbingo discord server, called Mood Board Madness. In this, people post various mood boards, inviting other users to post fanworks for them.
What can I say, @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea 's board has been living rent free in my head since last night so I just had to scribble up something real fast :D.
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"You know, if anyone told me you'd become an even worse neat freak once you get that nuke in your head under control, I'd have asked Hank to never suggest that surgery." Grumbling to himself, a half empty beer bottle on his lips, Logan watched as his boyfriend continued to polish down every inch of the red coating of one of his favorite cars unfazed, instead of doing something actually fun, like spending a Saturday morning off in bed with Logan.
The only positive detail of finding Scott here busy with one of his many obsessions was the fact that his partner had obviously started feeling too hot at some point, spending the morning with one of his beloved wheeled babies and shed his shirt, leaving his well-trained upper body bare save for a few stains of grease and dirt. A mouthwatering sight, just like Scott being bent over the hood of that damn car in a perfect angle to ogle that firm piece of ass Logan happened to be so increasingly fond of … But with Scott so dedicated to this dull activity, all of that was frustratingly out of reach.
"What did you expect?" In a gesture still deeply ingrained in muscle memory, Scott made a move to push up glasses no longer shielding those beautiful sky-blue eyes of his, a slightly embarrassed grin on his lips as he nodded down to the car's perfectly shiny surface. "Now that I can actually see every single stain … This is gonna take a while, Claws; don't wait up. I'll see you at lunch later."
When Logan turned away, lips tight in disappointment and annoyance, he was unexpectedly being hit in the back with that damn polishing rag, uncomfortably cold drops of water and soap dripping down his skin as he hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt himself before sniffing down his lover all the way to the garage. Apparently, that subconscious plan of distracting Scott from whatever had driven him out of their shared apartment had worked.
"On second thought? I also happen to see other things far better now. Like your bike being even more of a mess than my car. So why don't you join me here and when we're done, we spend the rest of the morning getting clean in a long hot bath ourselves? Together?"
A broad grin on his lips suddenly, Logan went to find a bucket and cleaning cloths.
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saxxxology · 1 year
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In the Barman’s Bed | Oneshot
PAIRING: Cordell Walker x Reader
WORD COUNT: 2,100
WARNINGS: implied future family planning, committed relationship, smut, face riding, fingering, Cordell has a dirty mouth, rough sex, creampie
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Cordell loves good. He’s smart and sweet, a little awkward getting back into the dating game but he’s gotten better, bringing you flowers and taking you to all the local farmers markets and craft festivals. He’s still getting used to loving another woman after Emily, learning all the things you do differently just as much as what the two of you have in common.
Cordell loves steady. It’s hard at first with his kids and working on the family ranch full time, but he’s gotten better at keeping a schedule: dinners with the family on Friday nights, date nights on Saturdays, and sporadic after-school ice creams with his kids. It’s a sweet little rinse-and-repeat that’s made the last six months heaven.
Cordell loves hard, whether it be casual brushes of the back of his work-calloused hand against yours in public or the surge of his body against yours when he’s got you naked and open, on your back with your legs spread for him. He’s sweet and tender when you want him to be, kissing all your sensitive spots until you’re blissed out, and rough when you need him to be, bruising your flesh with his fingers and saying all kinds of filthy things as he fucks you into orgasm after orgasm.
Needless to say, you’re happy with him. And he’s happy with you. Thinking of the post-breakup night you’d decided to head to a bar you’d never heard of before and found yourself in the ex-Ranger-turned-barman’s bed the next morning feels like a fever dream. You’d expected a one night stand, but here you are, six months in, and you haven’t left.
Your six-month anniversary lines up perfectly. You’d planned to go on a road trip to Yosemite anyway, and with the kids being out of school for the summer, it’ll be a good opportunity to get a little more involved with them.
You have to get involved with them — you and Cordell had decided a long time ago that your relationship, albeit relatively fresh, is headed in a strong direction. No summer fling, no on-and-off-again bullshit, no jokes. You’re serious, enough for you to consider the fact that, at some point, Cordell’s kids might just end up being your step-children. Hell, the two of you might just pop out a baby of your own, if you have the opportunity.
You’ve been so busy packing and getting ready for being gone for two weeks that you and Cordell have barely had time to see each other in several days. You decide to stay with him the night before you leave, just to make things a little easier for leaving in the morning. The kids go to bed early, so you decide to head out to your renovated guest house for a couple drinks and an episode of whatever before you hit the hay.
“You know,” Cordell says, watching you toss the spare pillows on your side of the bed to the floor, “we’re not gonna have much alone-time for the next couple weeks.”
“Oh?” You crawl up onto the mattress. “That so?”
He hums, allowing you to crawl on top of him. “Figured we could have one good romp to keep us good and happy.”
You giggle when his hands slide up your sides, teasing your robe off your body until it flutters to the bed behind you. “I think I got enough for a good quickie in me.”
Cordell grins, pulling you down against him until your mouth meets his. He tastes warm and minty-sweet, and when you lick at his lower lip, he lets out a playful moan that makes your cunt throb. His hands dig into the cheeks of your ass, and you arch your back when he moves his hips up, rubbing his growing erection against your belly.
“Gotta get you ready,” he murmurs, “get up here.”
You hold your breath when he tugs you up, scooting down just enough to get far enough away from the headboard and get his head between your legs. He pulls you down when you don’t move fast enough, kissing the inside of your thigh before licking through your folds. A hoarse sigh escapes your throat, and you brace one hand against the top of the headboard to keep yourself steady as his fingers dip into the soft flesh of your hips.
“Y’taste like sugar, baby,” he praises, smirking like the devil himself as he buries his head between your legs. Your hips roll, guided by his hands as you reach for the headboard for support. He hums, kissing the inside of your thigh before returning his attention to your clit. It’s all you can do to keep your composure, gently rocking your hips back and forth as Cordell squeezes handfuls of your flesh, moaning with satisfaction.
“Oh, fuck…” you tilt your head back, one hand sliding down to tangle in his hair, “Cordi… holy shit, please—”
He makes a muffled groan between your legs, lapping quicker and harder until you start to shake. His hand falls on your ass, the sting of it earning him a whimper of pleasure from you. Two fingers curl up between your legs, pressing at your entrance until you rock down and take them in. He’s gotten real good at doing this, massaging the sweet spot deep inside you while he licks your clit in perfect rhythm.
He has you cumming in minutes, eyes sparkling wickedly as he watches your body move under the force of your orgasm. Your mouth opens in a wide O, your breaths getting higher and faster until you pull away, pussy hovering just out of reach as you shudder through the blissful aftershocks.
“That’s m’girl,” he purrs, pressing and squeezing on your thighs. “Get on down there, baby… wanna see you ride me.”
You hum, rubbing your hands over his chest as you settle over him. He reaches down, grabbing himself firmly to guide himself right up where it’s warm and wet, and you let out a high, breathy sigh when he pulls you down on him. His hips press into your inner thighs, warm and firm against soft flesh, and where he’s splitting you open, throbbing deep inside you… it feels so fucking perfect that you can’t even let yourself stretch out to take him properly before you start moving.
“Fuck,” you whisper, “baby…”
Cordell lets out a raspy groan, pusing his pelvis up into yours at the same time you rock down. You take his hands, guiding them up your sides until he takes over. The flesh of your breasts curves soft in his palms, and you arch forward, giving him a show as you start to ride and grind on him.
“Fuck, that feels real nice,” he praises, “c’mon, baby, ride a little harder, this bed ain’t gonna break.”
You let out a breathless moan, digging your nails into his chest until he lets out a soft huff and tips his head back, eyes squeezed shut. You’ve figured out what he likes best, all the little tricks that make him lose every ounce of control, and when you give your hips a little twist and roll, his palms slap down on your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to surely bruise.
“God, you little fuckin’—” his voice cuts off when you do it again, and he cranes his neck, teeth bared up at you. You lean down, arms stretching over his shoulders as you hold your hips down on him, and he claims your mouth in a fierce, heated kiss.
“You love it, don’t pretend you don’t,” you murmur.
Cordell laughs, the sound breathless against your mouth, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips. “Damn right… go on, baby, grind that pretty little cunt on me.”
You hum, leaning back slowly and pressing your palms against his chest. He tugs you roughly back and forth, eyes unblinking and fixed on the bounce of your breasts. He lifts one hand, sticking his thumb between his lips to wet the pad, and sticks it down between your legs, rubbing firmly on your clit.
“Fuck,” he gasps when you squeeze around him. “That’s it, baby girl, faster… fuck, you look so goddamn pretty…”
You let out a soft whimper at the praise, allowing your lower jaw to go slack as Cordell braces his heels in the mattress, meeting you thrust for thrust. He fucks you into a different rhythm, setting a rough, steady pace that makes the scoop of your hips on his feel even more delicious. His thumb slips back and forth on your clit, earning high-pitched squeaks and moans as the pressure helps your orgasm creep closer and closer.
“Shit, I can feel you,” he mutters, “g’on, baby girl, cum for me. Wanna feel your pussy cummin’ on my dick.”
You don’t need to be told twice. Your head falls back, mouth open wide as your body takes over. The rough movement of your hips coaxes his cock against your sweet spot, and just when you think you can’t take any more, and your thighs are burning with the effort of moving, you shudder through a wave of heat that has you slumping forward, pelvis dragging hard against his as you fuck him through your climax.
“Yeah, that’s m’girl.” Cordell grunts when your movements stutter. “C’mon, ride it outta me, I’m almost there.”
“Can’t,” you gasp, “fuck, Cordi, I can’t…”
He takes over without protest, wrapping one arm around your waist and rolling over to dump you right on your back. He takes advantage of your proximity to the headboard to reach over, wrapping nimble fingers around one of the sturdy rungs for leverage. You have to bite your lip to stifle a cry of overwhelming pleasure as Cordell takes what he wants, fucking into you with long, desperate strokes that have your eyes rolling back into your skull.
He wasn’t lying about being close — he only makes it a minute or so, and you cling to him when he shoves forward, looking down between your legs so you can watch his cock throb and pulse. He loves cumming inside you, especially when you squeeze him extra tight and get his orgasm to last a little longer.
He pulls out with a hiss, sweeping his fingers through his hair as he stares down at you. “You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he whispers, “I’m gonna miss fuckin’ you, you know that.”
“It’s only two weeks,” you reply, grinning up at him as you press your thighs together. “We should clean up ‘fore I wreck your bed.”
“Wouldn’t be mad if this is the reason.” He kisses you, deep and hard, and kneels back to help you off the bed.
The shower is quick, just enough for you to scrub away sweat and slick and as much of his cum as you can. Cordell leaves you to wash up a little longer, and when you pad back into the bedroom you find him dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of ratty sweats, arranging the little fan on his dresser turned towards the bed. The room smells like sweat and sex, and you giggle when he reaches for the lavender and vanilla room spray you’d bought him a while back.
“Stella’s on the couch,” he whispers, “she came in while we were in the shower. Don’t want the whole house smellin’ like this.”
You offer him a soft smile. “Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she’s good.” Cordell sprays a few pumps of mist into the air. “Sometimes she can’t sleep in her own room, she sneaks in here and camps out on the couch. Besides, it’ll be easier getting her up earlier.”
“Mmm.” You reach for a nightshirt and drop it over your head before climbing underneath the covers. “Get in here, don’t let me get cold.”
He chuckles, turning off the bedside lamp and snuggling in beside you. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
You stretch out when he slings an arm over your waist, his head resting on the large pillow you’ve figured out how to share. “I’m excited.”
“Well, hold on now, missy, we just—”
“Not like that,” you reply, “I mean about going on this trip. August and I are kinda on the same track, but I think Stella’s a little more anxious about it. It’ll be good.”
Cordell hums in agreement. “Can’t argue with that. Get some rest, we got a long day tomorrow.”
You can’t help but smile when he leans in, kissing underneath your jaw. “I’m trying to, go to sleep.”
He chuckles. “All right. Night, darlin’.”
“Night, Cordi.”
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robntunney · 10 months
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I’ve been home for almost 24 hours now and I still can’t believe everything that happened this weekend....
In February, I had promised myself for my 30th birthday this year, I would do one thing just for me. No questions asked. No wondering if it was too expensive. No second guessing myself. No fear holding me back.
Flash forward to about a month ago, Robin was confirmed as a guest at the June Spookala convention in Ocala, Florida. I knew that this was the thing I was gonna do. As soon as I saw it, I knew. Like a light switch was instantly flipped in my brain.
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I’m going to put all of the details under the cut because I don’t want to fill up your dash with a super long post BUT I will say she is even more sweet than you would think. The time she takes with every group, talking to them, listening to them, making them feel comfortable is just so heart warming. I saw it at the auto table and in the pro picture booth. It was just genuine care.
To say that my heart is full after this weekend would be an understatement.
OK so these are all the details, that even to me have a major plot twist ending (I mean I’m still not sure it actually happened)
FRIDAY: I had made a poster myself to get signed because you guys know I can be a lil extra :) Plus I just felt like for me it would be more special. It is a watercolor collage of a good portion of her works. This was a horror con so most people are here to see her because of the craft (great movie) but I think as soon as she saw the poster, she might of realized I was here as a fan of her/her work over all as opposed to a fan of her in that specific movie. She loved it and asked if she could take a picture of it, which was fine with me. As she was signing, I was going back in forth in my head whether or not to show her my tattoo. But I quickly realized that I would be going against the true meaning behind it if I didn’t say anything. So I explained it to her (tattoo here & inspo here) and she told me she loved it and that it was so sweet and asked if she could take a picture of that too, which again, no problem here. I also did my pro photo on Friday which comes with a long story of it’s own but I’m gonna keep that one private (if we’re moots and you wanna know just message me!)
SATURDAY: This was a very busy day so I was just wondering looking at all the amazing vendors the show had (I bought so many stickers and a few pins). I did this a bit all days but couldn’t do it for long because all I wanted to do was buy all the things!!! I also did a little local exploring.
SUNDAY: I decided to hold off and get the jersey dress replica signed (partly because I wasn’t sure if I was actually going to do it) but I decided that I wanted to do it. My plan from the beginning was that I would get it signed and framed to auction off for charity. It is not beyond me that me even having the opportunity to do this is a privilege that not everyone has, so this was the best way I knew how to honor that and give back. When I got there, she remembered me (ngl that threw me) and we just started talking again and we started talking about edits, since now she had signed 2 things that I made. I told her about tumblr and @tmsource​ and how there are still a lot of the mentalist fans out there that are active now on many platforms. She said how talented we all are, everyone who makes edits, because she does see them. And she does like them! I told her my plans for the jersey dress and if she just wanted to shout out a charity on insta, I would see it at some point and make sure all proceeds of the jersey go to that charity. There was some more talking that I’m gonna keep for me but at the end she got up and said I have to give you a hug, which was so sweet :)
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Here comes the twist..... Sunday night after I got myself all packed up since I was hitting Magic Kingdom in the morning before my flight and needed to get on the road early, I decided to do the insta post. You know to mark the end of the weekend. I tagged her in it because of course I thought she might see it, and see that I was very grateful for her time this weekend. I’ve had a not so great relationship with instagram in the past so after a full year of not having it on my phone except for a few times where I literally downloaded it, made a post and deleted it again, I hadn’t been using it. Just a few months ago had I decided to leave it on my phone, but I kept notifications off. After a few min, I get a text from a friend that just said omg britt. Of course I was confused, and was just like ??? They said look at instagram. She had liked and commented on my post. Of course I was shocked because even though when you tag someone you hope they see it, you know that it’s not a high probability of it actually happening. I replied and thanked her again for her time this weekend, and dropped a lil reminder about the charity recommendation for the jersey. (bonus fact, I almost deleted the comment when I tried to pin it, not a good time for me) I just kept thinking about how sweet it was that she was interacting with people who had been at the con after giving 3 whole days to everyone. Got on twitter, freaked out it a lil, then went back to insta to close the app out and I had more notifications. AND THIS IS WHAT I SAW......
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I still don’t have words if I’m being honest. (context for the comment is in the last video on the post) I’m just still so grateful for this whole weekend. I’m grateful for my friends that helped me through it even if they were miles and miles away. I’m grateful for the privilege to even be able to do something like this. I’m grateful for Robin’s generosity. Just so grateful. 
If you’ve made it this far, I love you. You’re a real one :)
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whereismyhat5678 · 10 months
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*Sigh* Okay let’s discuss this-
I’m not gonna post anything next week because that’s my finals week. And this week I have been WORKING- like- study guides worksheets all that jazz and JEEZ HAS IT NOT BEEN FUN
I still have to work on something on Sunday (Biology has me on a choke hold right now-) but on Saturday I just wanna chill, have a free day and ACTUALLY MAKE A FULL DRAWING- And I’m planning to make something for pride month, Yay! :D
Enough of my ranting, we had to go somewhere so I was only able to make a few sketches (that look a bit like crap) but I don’t have anything else to post :( Sorry I’ve been busy and not posting on here. But I’ll post more during the summer I promise <:]
Anyways here are my sketches:
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March 17th
Emo about Saint Patty’s Day. You’re telling me St. Pattys Day is on a Sunday this year and I’m not there? Fucking rude. Avoiding social media because i can’t bear to see everyone at the parade.
Been busy busy and phone decided to not work so that explains the lack of posts.
Friday we had our second language interviews. Realistically mine was not a good representation of what I know. I’m disappointed that it won’t accurately reflect my capabilities. But I can also recognize that the formal setting of the interview is not how a typical conversation flows.
Friday afternoon the trainees all put on our first community meeting. The goal was to gather members of the community to have a conversation about their environmental concerns. This was a trial run for all of us because we will be expected to do this alone once we are at site. We somehow managed to scrape together snacks, an environmental bingo game, and lead group discussions. I think all of us were surprised that it went as well as it did. And honestly I almost expect it will be easier to organize once we are alone in our sites because we won’t have to try to co-plan with 21 other volunteers.
Yesterday was Saturday and I went into Chorrera for provisions. Chorerra is where joy goes to die. It’s hot and disgusting and way too many people. People keep asking how I’d feel if i was placed in a really remote site, where in reality I’m much more wary about getting placed in a highly populated area. But i got my snacks and headed home.
Yesterday evening there was a fundraiser Bingo party for the guy who got hit by the car last week. (If you couldn’t tell, Bingo is a BIG deal here) To know one’s surprise, about 5 times as many people showed up to the Bingo Party than they did to our meeting. The event was a great way for all the trainees to socialize and build up some good cred. I would’ve had a lot more fun if I could’ve been drinking as much as the locals, 6 hours of bingo sober is about as thrilling as it sounds.
Currently I’m on hour 5? 6? Of a 10 hours bus ride. We’re headed to Chiriqui for a week of technical training. Right now I think Chiriqui is the province i want most for my site and I’m excited to see if that holds true after this week. It’s wicked close to the Costa Rican border and typically it’s a little cooler in the mountains. It ain’t cool right now though, It’s 112° outside and approximately 110° inside the bus. Luckily this is a private bus for the trainees and we are currently all wearing as little clothes as we can. The first 2 hours the AC was so cold that we were huddled up, now we are a flaming tin can barreling down the highway.
Feet infection! I have really fun small pus blisters covering my feet and ankles. Defintely not the ants because all the ant bites on my upper body cleared up within like 12 hours? I’m struggling to keep my feet clean and Dry. I can keep them dry but dirty? Or “Clean” but very sweaty in socks. Not sure what’s best. The flaming bus is horrendous but not having to wear shoes all day is probably best case scenario. Don’t love leaving my house for a week with even less access to medical care. But in typical Zoe fashion I’m self medicating and hoping that the concoction i come up with will help (I know y’all are gonna hate that).
Photos in the next post! Be wary I’m putting gross feet pics!
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greypetrel · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday
I've been tagged by @melisusthewee, whom I thank for giving me the chance to share!
Since I already post wips for drawing, here you go with something written... I'm planning out the DadWolf AU, I'm gonna write it down but it needs some worldbuilding first. But my hands are quicker than my brain so... some brewing for some DRAMA, three years after this, they're both 21. (It's basically a modern time AU, so... Yeah, you know what happened to poor Cullen.)
More and a silly doodle of Aisling and Cullen at 15, before stuff went wrong, under the cut! Consider yourself tagged if you see this!
Aisling. [ Hey, stranger! Let’s see if you’ll reply this time… Are you still in Denerim or have you been reassigned? :) ]
Cullen. [ Hello. Yes. Why? ]
Aisling. [ Wonderful! Are you free to see an old friend? I’ll be in Denerim for a three days seminar, the weekend after this, but I’m free after the lessons. Ydun is coming too, but… What about doing something together? It’s been ages since I saw you, those enslavers didn’t even let you get home for First Day… ]
Cullen. [ Is Ydun ok? ]
Aisling. [ Of course, I already told her. I can see her often anyway, so you have the precedence. As for what… Nothing fancy, even just a cup of coffee to catch up? You tell me how much time do you have. Or I think our AirBnB has a tv: Netflix and chill? We can order pizza and eat it on the couch, for old time’s sake. You can choose the movie, I maaaaay also be willing to finally see Top Gun. If you ask nicely. ]
Cullen. [ My free evening is on Saturday, but I already have plans. ]
Aisling. [ Oh. Yeah, sounds right, you get so little free time… Sorry if I insisted. Well… If you get five minutes free, give me a call? I’d love to see you again, I’ve missed you. You get so little time to chat, and you disappeared these last months… And I feel like it’s only me speaking. Sorry, I must be bothering you. ]
Cullen. [ I’m very busy.
*2 hours later*I will be at this pub with some people, if you really want to join. *location forwarded* ]
Aisling. [ :D That would be wonderful! We’ll be there, sure! Any dress code we should know of? Only uniforms allowed, should I show up in lab coat, rubber gloves and goggles? I look like Gollum with goggles. u_u ]
Cullen. [ Just dress normal if you really want to come. 8pm. ]
Aisling. [ Ok? Sure… Can’t wait! :D ]
Aisling stared at her phone and that exchange for the tenth time since it happened, those weeks ago. She read and read it again, not understanding. Something was off, she could tell… Or well, it would have been off three years ago, before he left, with the shy, kind boy that was her best friend since kindergarten.  Maybe he was just too busy to stay on his phone. Maybe it was really just that. He was an officer after all, graduated with flying colours as Mia informed her -they had a party at the Rutherfords to celebrate, but Cullen didn’t show up. Cullen, actually, hadn’t written nor replied in the last six months, not even to Mia. He had responsibilities, and… Well.
A hand blocked her visual of the screen, taking the phone away from her hand with a huff.
“You’ll dig a hole in the screen if you’ll keep staring at it, doll.”
Ydun told her, looking herself at the screen and frowning, exactly as the times she showed her the messages and asked for her opinion.
“I know but… He was strange, and I’m worried. Should I write him again? Ask him if it’s still confirmed for Saturday?” She asked her, leaning her head over her shoulder. The fabric of her tailleur was rough under her cheek, but she didn’t mind that much.
“He sounds like an asshole. Write to call it off, we’ll just be losing time.”
“He’s my best friend, and Dorian’s. We’ve been friends since kindergarten. He’s not an asshole, I know when he’s strange and I’m worried for him.”
“He’s an officer in the military, Ash. He invited us, two elves, one a Dalish and the other a mage, to a party full of militaries. Add the fact that lesbianism doesn’t really help. It’s not the invitation of a nice person.”
“Maybe they’re good people. He is. And I’m bi.”
Ydun turned to look at her, a silent, very doubtful question on her sharp face, tattooed in deep crimson. Aisling knew that expression as well as she knew her Vallaslin, she didn’t need to look up to know. She frowned in all answer, scuddling closer on her seat to get closer to her girlfriend, hugging her arm with a sigh.
“You can stay home. I’ll go, check he’s still in one piece and get right back.”
“Sure, what a marvellous idea.” Ydun snorted, very sarcastically, poking at her arm. “You’ll need someone to protect you, I’ll be there with you, doll, of course.”
Aisling didn’t like when Ydun called her doll. She didn’t like when she treated her like a damsel in distress, just because she was emotional. She was a mage, writing her dissertation for her BA in Physics, and listening to her tutor, she will get into any MA program she wanted. She and Dorian just needed to choose a program and a place, and whether to make the leap and leave home. Together, because loneliness was scary and papae Solas confirmed them that they did their best when they worked side by side anyway.
…she wanted to see Cullen, and ask him. When she was scared about whether to apply to Physics or not, or just to find work because she didn’t feel competent enough, just a pale imitation of her brother, it had been Cullen who talked her down her fears and convinced to send the application. He had been right. And she… She missed him. In those three years they had seen each other a handful of times, and always briefly. He had no time to write -Mia, Branson and Rosalie all confirmed that he wasn’t writing much to them either.
She missed Cullen, and she would have seen him on Saturday.
She got her cellphone back and wrote him.
Aisling. [ Hey, stranger! On my way to Denerim in an uncomfortable train. Answer me when you can.All confirmed for Saturday? :) ]
Cullen. (3 hours later) [ Confirmed. ]
Aisling. [ Yay!! Can’t wait! ^O^ I got so much to tell you! Ydun too can’t wait to meet you, finally! Any chance to get to an Ed Sheeran concert? I’d love to be reminded what’s good music in comparison and have a pizza afterwards, honestly. ]
*no reply*
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safetycar-restart · 1 year
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Okay, so I was reading old posts about little!George and we have established before that Toto LOVES little!George, his office is stashed of things for Georgie when he's regressed.
Now imagine a day after a tiring day with debriefing and sim work, George and Mick go to Toto's office to talk about a new schedule surrounding you. You and Toto are grabbing lunch before going to his office. You're talking about your sweet subs, how Mick has adapted so well, and about signing permissions that you need (and we know Toto would sign off anything you ask for).
George and Mick are waiting patiently for you when Mick asks George for the boxes in the corner of the room. George shows him the things Toto stores for him when he's regressed, and he immediately tells him they can share!! And before even realizing it, they're both regressing while playing with some plushies. Mick is giving "oohs" and "aahs" at every little thing that comes out of the boxes.
The moment Toto and you reach the office, you find two littles giggling the moment you open the door. George starts regressing even more now that you and Toto are in the same room as him, he's just a baby!! You're sweet little baby!!! And Mick is so happy that he is finally in a soft place where he can regress and trust you to have his best interest in mind.
The planned meeting can be postponed to any other day, Toto and you are now busy with the cutest pair in the world.
(this is the mcu, the mercedes cinematic universe)
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PLS THE MERCEDES CINEMATIC UNIVERSE 😂😂😭😭 I'm gonna tag all thoughts about Mick joining the Merc team with 'Mercedes cinematic universe' because that's the best name ever oh my god I love it. I love this ask so much.
Firstly, of course Toto has a stash of toys and stuffies and other things for little!George!! Toto pretends to be all tough, but the truth is that nothing melts his heart like a happy little.
So when you tell Toto that Mick is also an age regressor, he's honestly very happy. He'd love to have another little around!! And he knows Georgie would love a friend!!
When you tell Toto that Mick hadn't told his Haas dom about him being an age regressor because he didn't want it ruined, toto's heart broke. Littles should always have caregivers!! And their Doms should always look after them!!
From the moment you tell Toto, he's already planning what he's going to add to his stash in his office for Mick. Does Mick like dinosaurs? Or maybe monster trucks? Or dolls? He's certain Mick would want a dog plushie. He orders two.
Okay anyway, back to George and Mick.
They have to come up with some sort of schedule, and while you offered to come up with the schedule yourself, George and Mick told you that they would. Honestly, they're excited for it! They love making your job easier for you and helping you.
And also, they're really excited to do scenes together? They're both subby good boys, and so they want to workout times where you can scene with both of them (it ends up being Saturday night. Post quali is for your two sweet boys).
Mick and George are waiting for you in toto's office, since they know you're having lunch with Toto. And they're so excited to show you the new schedule!!!
That's when Mick sees the extra storage in the corner of toto's office, it's a few boxes and kist, all covered in sparkly stickers. George is so excited when Mick asks him about it and immediately drags him there to show him all the toys he has in toto's office.
There is, however, a very sad moment where George asks where Mick kept all his toys at the Haas headquarters and Mick has to tell him that he never regressed at the haas HQ and never told his Haas dom either.
It makes George all teary eyes to realise that Mick didnt even have any toys at Haas!!!
He immediately tells Mick that he can play with any of his toys, and that he's sure Toto will buy Mick his own toys too!!! Mick finds himself slipping into little space when George says that, cuddling a plushie that George handed to him.
Poor Mick gets the fright of his life when you and Toto enter, because he's still scared Toto would be upset to see him playing with George in his office. Guenther would have freaked out if he did this in his office.
But Toto just smiles, making a show of informing you that there are two cuties in his office and that you better come in quickly to see.
Georgie, meanwhile, slips even younger, comforted by the presence of two of his caregivers. He giggles and makes grabby hands for you and Toto, wanting you two to come and join them on the floor.
You do, of course, with Toto sitting down next to George and pulling George into his lap. You sit down next to Mick, smiling and asking him what toy he's playing with. You dont want to draw too much attention to the fact that Mick has never been little around this many people before, but you also want to make sure that he's actually comfortable with it.
And surprisingly, he is!! He feels so safe and loved with you and Toto to take care of him, and he loves having a little friend to play with so much!!
The funny thing is that even though George tends to regress much younger and is in general much quieter, he still manages to bring Mick out of his shell?
And yeah, you and Toto dont even consider doing anything other than looking after your two boys. They're both so happy and they deserve all the attention.
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mckinleyrp · 2 months
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it's almost the weekend! happy thursday, members! i was originally gonna post this on wednesday, but i accidentally deleted my entire post and i didn't want to have to redo it, oops. but i'm just here to give you all a little admin update with the group.
i am continuing to update our masterlist as well as our extracurriculars/sport pages, so please give it a look to make sure things are all correct. we are still in need of captain/co-captions of the new directions, the troubletones, duly noted, and junior varsity. if anything, we might find some leader roles for our mattress episode 1x12, just in time for club photos. if your character is a captain or has a specific role in our athletics, please shoot me a message through discord or through here. i have added more characters to our masterlist, such as members from dalton academy. our main cast is filling up quickly, so i am opening more roles in case anyone wants to snag a secondary characters. please let me know if there's something you'd like added to the main so i can make it available for all of you. click the read more below to read some important details of the group.
future plans as of this week:
i'm planning on making a list of locations in lima ( ex. breadstix, the lima bean, rinky dinks, etc. ) to reference to in case you happen to do private paras and such! and speaking of paras, feel free to do 1 on 1's with other characters to stir up some drama. and something i'm looking forward to that i think will be tons of fun is doing a "that's what you missed on..." post. it'll just give you guys a recap of the week, catching you up on all the fun connections you guys made and seeing how our redo of each episode ends up being. it'll be posted every sunday! i am also planning either every friday or saturday to do a meme/prompt day! in the next week or two, we will be hosting our first event at mckinley! the plot is currently in development, so hopefully we'll have some new friends come our way in the meantime.
a few reminders:
activity checks will perform every monday! if you haven't posted for 6+ days, you will be removed. you will be given a warning if you haven't posted anything in 4-5 days. i ask that everyone replies to each and every starter, just so people don't get left out. if you need a hiatus, don't hesitate to come and ask me. you are not required to answer questions and/or send questions every day. you can queue them or even save them in your drafts to post later. after sending in your account, don't forget to turn your askbox and anonymous on. we would love to send some questions in but can't do so unless it's on. after sending your account in, you have another 48 hours to make a post or at least reply to 2 other starters. if you happen to be busy, please let me know.
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ask-dcf · 3 months
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Gonna be busy with finishing page and dnd maps today
We got some stuff planned for Saturday so I need to finish up that stuff. I should note that we are hoping the page will be done today. Gf is hard at work on it. But if we can’t get it done today then all I can say is sorry. Hopefully can post it Sunday. Anyways. Imma get to work on the page. Much love and bless to all. ^^
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