#Sun Core Dan

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 214

“I did an oopsie.” 

Clockwork paused in his work, gaze turning from his work towards his ghostling (it didn’t matter if he was an adult, he’d always be his ghostling) who was smiling nervously, avoiding his eyes. 

“Oh?” He kept his tone light, even as he worked on untangling a time knot. Honestly at least Danny was immune to any effect of time, even if he couldn’t look into his timelines in exchange. It came with being the other half of Infinity. 

“Yeeah… you know that corner of the multiverse you told me not to go to because you’re working on some time problems? I might have stumbled into one of the worlds in the corner…” 

He stopped his machinations, fully turning towards Danny- Space, his Core whispered and quivered in utter delight at having an Equal in power- with a raised eyebrow, leaning on his staff and silently telling him to explain. 

Danny poked his fingers together, giving a nervous laugh. “So uh, I was just exploring right? Well me and Ellie, you know how she gets when she can’t wander, and um… I er, we might have messed with some things in the creation of it… I didn’t know it was part of that universe, I swear! It was so far at the fringes and halfway into the Zone and I couldn’t just let a universe die before it began and-”

Oh- Oh! His ghostling (and his grand-ghostlings it sounded like) had claimed his first universe! He could put off these time knots, this was a grand milestone for any Ancient, nevermind such a primordial force as one of theirs.

And this is how a DC world came into being with humans evolving with more avian traits. Like wings. And claws. Look, Dan thought it’d be funny if they gave baby humanity wings and Ellie started rambling about how much farther they could travel if they had them and Danny thought it could be cool. Oh well, time to keep an eye on their itty baby world now…

#Prompts #DCxDP #DPxDC #Ancient of Space Danny #Space Core Danny #Moon Core Ellie #Sun Core Dan #Why yes Dan & Ellie call Danny Mom/Dad #Wings Au #They all have favorite bloodlines that they think are neat or they’re rooting for #They also make sure the speedsters (“Look at them! They’re hummingbirds! They can’t focus!”) don’t cause Time Knots #Sam Adores Gotham from the moment Danny shows his friends their lil DC world #And that’s not even starting on the rest of things not even on Earth #Dan appears by Clark’s crib unseen one night & gifts him wings to be able to blend in with his human family #They can’t focus on every little thing but they do their best since it’s their first world #Whenever a hero is revived their wings look like they’ve been dipped in galaxies for several months at least #Jason’s never goes away- they look like a crimson sunrise with stars #Billy got a gift from Ellie & his wings have moon patterns even in his normal child form #Go wild with this

[anglers1mp]

Guess what guys

Ok ok so yeah I know I haven’t worked on my DpxDc or really anything, but my SuperPhantom crossover(which expect a chapter from the DpxDc in about a week- I was taking personal leave. Why? Because I had several seizures lately and that’s horrible.

Anyway onto the news!!

So another DpxDc crossover BUT

-Ghost King Danny Fenton

-Time core Danny

-Sun Core Dan

-Star Core Dani

-Clockwork is Chronos(or Kronos whichever you prefer)

-Danny, Dani, and Dan are the biological children of Clockwork

-Except maybe Dani she’s Danny’s daughter

-DpxDc(Plot: So The Gods on Olympus notice that Chronos is missing and all that’s in its place is a green sticky note that said ‘went out’ Cause that makes total sense?? Anyway they tell their magicians and something something Diana and Captain Marvel(Billy Batson) and they tell the Justice league who tells John Constantine. He says to summon a friendly entity enter Danny. So they summon Danny tell him about their woes and worries for the world Danny gives them the stare. And goes,” I freed him. He’s my dad” AND BOOM DRAMA)

#Clockwork is Chronos #Star Core Danielle #Time Core Danny Fenton #Sun Core Dan Phantom #dpxdc #danny phantom #crossover #danny fenton #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover

[chaos-bringer-13]

I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

#DO YOU SEE MY VISION #please #I'm not getting enough sleep #my brain is obsessed with weird stuff #I want Sam who barely looks human because she's one with nature #I want Tucker who looks regal and dangerous in his pharaoh clothes #I want Dan look like he can destruct the Earth with a wave of his hand #I want Dani who is everything there is in the world and you feel it in your bones #I want Jazz who sees your soul and your mind and you know it and there's nowhere to run #I want JL to meet all of them before meeting Danny #I want all of them to admit in their different ways that Danny is the greatest of them #I want JL to be VERY worried about meeting Danny #and then I want Danny to be as normal and friendly as possible #and I want him to treat all those eldritch creatures (his family and friends) as they're regular humans and nothing is weird about them #just hugs and love and praises #because it would cause so much confusion #this is NOT ghost king Danny #unless it is but he doesn't know (and either no one knows or no one told him because it's funnier this way and he's super oblivious) #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #DPxDC #DCxDP #danny phantom #isn't a crossover if you don't want it to be #could be any crossover if you do want it to be

[lyxandria]

nsfw - mdni, soft morning sex.

good morning, he greeted you as your eyelids fluttered open, the morning sun warm on your face. he was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching you as you slept like you were his little angel.

you loved this look on him. his hair, long and luscious, flowing down his back like a silken waterfall. still messy from last night's escapades. a knowing grin on his face, last night fresh on his mind.

he rolled his body on top of yours, the warmth of his weight arousing. your core – still sore from last night – flooded with heat. he braced himself on his strong arms, caging you as his long locks cascaded over his shoulder. hiding the bite marks you left on his skin earlier. you looked up at him, this gorgeous specimen of a man, still in awe that he was yours and you were his.

a soft moan slipped from your lips as his cock, already hard and erect, pressed against your belly, desperately searching for your pussy. throwing your arms around his shoulders, you twined your fingers in his long hair, your lips parting as his cock sank into you, the stretch delicious as he filled you with his length. tugging gently on his hair, you pulled him down for a kiss, his mouth covering yours, swallowing your soft moans, your bodies rocking together in a familiar rhythm.

oh… what a good morning it was going to be.

diluc, neuvilette, zhongli, kaeya, itto, jing yuan, argenti, dan heng, luocha + any of your long haired favorites

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact smut x reader #genshin impact smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #diluc x reader #diluc smut #neuvilette x reader #neuvilette smut #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #itto x reader #itto smut #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan smut #argenti x reader #argenti smut #dan heng x reader #dan heng smut #luocha x reader #luocha smut #honka star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut x reader #honkai star rail smut #hsr x reader #hsr x reader smut #hsr smut

[fluoresensitive]

FLUORESENSITIVE TAGS' LIST, JANUARY 2024

sound and color: afro/slash hood futurism; missy elliot and sun-ra, janelle monae's archandroid and alice coltrane

i saw things i imagined: surrealism, color and texture, fantasy worlds

i am king: knights and quests, arthurian legends, joan of arc and brienne of tarth

the turning wheel: images n quotes that remind me of an ursula k le guin novel, images and quotes that remind me of spellling

dark and hungry roots: fae + goblins + creatures, they're in the woods and they want your name

she screams!: catch all horror tag, blood and guts and slashers

laughing before god does: a more specific gore and fleshy gross horror tag, inspired by cao hui

kate bush's wuthering heights: love so intense and passionate it extends beyond the grave; i hated him, i never loved him more; you want them dead, you want them beside you, you know,

one of those crazy girls: mad and bad women, women with murderous intent, final girls, whatever didn't kill her had better start running

ain't no grave: ghosts + hauntings + the absence of something is still a sort of presence

desperado: the yeehaw agenda, cowboys

age of pleasure: sensuality + black joy and pleasure

les fleurs: black girl cottagecore, flowers and frilly dresses, sunshine on brown skin

does the poison drip through?: family dynamics, siblings + parents + ancestral rot, you need a shovel to bury your brother, does your mother love you all the time

i who bend the tall grasses: angels and demons, religious ecstasy, a god who devours

fear not!: angels and saints, gabriel comes to you with a thousand eyes and a message

my skin my logo: black skin, brown skin, brown leather, black braids, black days! these are black owned things! black faith (can't be washed away, not even in that florida water!)

the black gothic: the hood, the church, and the holy grandmother's house. daughters of the dust and eve's bayou and the work of toni morrison, deana lawson and gordon parks

pure/honey: it's giving cunt, it's giving sex, it's giving ballroom and pearls, sequins and rhinestones, eleganza!

oh bondage up yours!: black punk + leather and studs

i been on: (tell me who gon take me off!) ostentatious displays of wealth, logomania + dapper dan, gold ass watch, gold ass rangs

not yet lost all our graces: succesion-core, old money, lace-edged socks and penny loafers, your daddy's rich and your ma's good-looking

this house is empty now: haunted houses + haunted places + empty houses

what the water gave me: mermaids, sirens, and things under the sea

put me back in it: tender, love and passion + sensuality + you're in love and you're gonna shout it from the roofs

geyser by mitski: longing, needing, yearning so hard it hurts your stomach and makes you ill

secret life of plants: nature tag!

commes de garcons: fashion tag, looks, i know that's not the french way to spell it.

the more general tags like 'on writing' and 'on horror' are pretty intuitive, but just in case.

on horror / on writing / on literature / on womanism / on blackness on sundays, she picked flowers / my writing /my mewdboards / my mixtapes / my collages / recs

#🦢 #tags' list #save; reference

[genshin-obsessed]

Dance | Dan Heng x Reader

This is technically angst but I wouldn’t entirely say it’s super duper sad. But I thought I’d warn yall anyway💕

It’s written at 2am so I didn’t edit it. Please don’t mind any mistakes. also it may be a bit incoherent but I kinda just wanted to get it out cuz I was a lil excited for it.

Side note: I don’t wanna spoil but I know Dan Heng’s story thingie aaaaand we’re just gonna slide that under the rug for the sake of the story lol

“Hey, wanna dance?” Dan Heng eyes shot to you, meeting yours and seeing the expectant look in your eyes.

“Not really.” He replied flatly. You, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered as you stood up from your position and took a couple steps away before you just started to move. Slow steady motions to follow the soft song that played in the quiet room.

Dan Heng’s gaze softened as his head relaxed against the cold, metal wall behind him. You were such an enigma to him. You fit in with the other members of the Astral Express so perfectly yet there was something so astoundingly special about you. He gravitated to you with such little hesitation, it was scary.

As he watched your figure move to the music that would cut out every now and then, he felt a sense of peace within his aching heart. The more time he spent with you, the more he was sure that if the world fell into a perpetual darkness, you’d just end up becoming the sun for everyone. Your bright smile, your warm attitude, your kind heart, and your unending desire to help everyone around you.

You were the sun that lit up his heart.

Your sweet laughter filled the dark room that would have small bursts of sparks within the wiring of the console for the door. Dan Heng’s green eyes watched still, even if it was hard. Even if the radio cut out every few seconds, the song playing reflected what he felt in his core.

A smile tugged at the man’s lips as he slowly moved his head side to side watching you move. Dan Heng’s eyes shot to the window and through the cracks he saw the thinnest light far in the distance on tbe horizon.

The sun rises every single morning.

Chuckling softly, Dan Heng pushed himself up and stepped towards you, taking your hands.

Your ice, cold hands.

He squeezed them as he slowly spun you around before meeting your gaze.

“I love you…” he murmured softly. You smiled up at him and he saw the little wrinkles in the corner of your eyes- it was a genuine smile.

“Your timing is so shit.” You said, making him laugh a little as he nodded.

“Yeah, well, better late than never.” He shrugged before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “Go on a date with me.”

“Yeah? Where? Dinner dates are cute and all but they’re kinda expensive sometimes.”

“Doesn’t always have to be expensive food, right?” He asked as he spun you once more. Suddenly, that static in the radio melted away for you two and you barely registered it anymore.

“Absolutely. But let’s do something fun! Amusement park or like a club!” You suggested, eyes brightening.

“That sounds like a lot of noise for someone like me.” Dan Heng reminded you, but you waved your hand as you kicked some broken metal plating aside.

“Those are my conditions for the date.” Dan Heng adored that attitude of yours. That cute stubbornness that wouldn’t go away even if you were facing your demise. You’d probably look the god of death in the eye and laugh.

After all, the last thing you’d want is a date where you’re cooped up in a room.

“Club it is. We’ll dance some more.” He said as he squeezed your hand, feeling his vision blur a little. You looked absolutely beautiful, even with those bruises on your face and your dirty clothes.

“Are you gonna take me home too?” You asked as you leaned closer, sliding your hands up his chest and resting your wrists on his shoulders.

“Should I? On the first date?” He teased, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah! But it’s you!” You insisted, cheeks flushing red a little. Dan Heng leaned closer, his nose brushing against yours before he nodded.

“Ok, I’ll take you home then.”

“Well wake up the next day and have some breakfast! We can make it at home! Cook together in our undies.” You suggested and he just nodded along.

“As long as it’s not overly unhealthy, I like the idea.” Dan Heng’s grip tightened around your waist as you stumbled against him a little.

“We’d be such a cute couple.” You said with a slight sighing, as if you knew people would be jealous. Dan Heng nodded along as he looked down at you.

At some point, flashes of red filled the room but you two were simply too engrossed within your plans and dancing.

“Aren’t you gonna kiss me?” You asked with a slight pout.

“I thought I was gonna do that when I took you home.” He said, tilting his head a little making you scoff.

“Well, you can kiss me now too!”

He loved you. Dan Heng loved you so much that no matter how scared or sad he was, it all disappeared when he was with you.

Even now.

“Ok, I’ll kiss you now then.” He murmured as he leaned. His lips softly brushed against yours and you two melted against one another ignoring the taste of blood.

The kiss was soft and gentle, speaking all the words you two possibly couldn’t. Conveying those hidden feelings and making up for lost time all at once. He adored every inch of you, every little particle that belonged to you.

Pulling away, Dan Heng’s hand cupped your cheek. The light that cascaded from the cracked window got brighter but he kept his gaze within yours.

The radio must’ve stopped playing but you two kept swaying to the static. The red flashes of the soundless alarm no longer worried him. His vision blurred and he could no longer see your wound that most likely began to bleed to again from the movement. The repair tools that were abandoned fell from his mind just as they had from his hands. They sat, long forgotten, by the doors that were locked shut.

The sun would come up tomorrow but neither of you would be alive to see it.

Even so, he was the happiest in his life. With you, within your embrace, within those beautiful eyes of yours. His sun shone brightly down on him, bathing him in those warm, comforting rays. Though hope of rescue was long lost, the happiness that bloomed within him thanks to your light was enough.

Dan Heng didn’t need to see the sunrise tomorrow. He had it right here, in his arms. He was dancing with the brightest star he’d ever seen.

#dan heng x reader #dan heng #hsr dan heng #hsr dan heng x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail angst #angst #🖊─ pocky’s writings

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Ghostly Changes

ectoberhaunt2023 day 19- claws/horns TW- none summary- Danny's ghost form is changing

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After the accident, Danny had been relieved that he still looked mainly like himself. He could pretend that he was just a kid with ghost powers. Sure maybe he had kind of died, but he was still alive. He still looked normal.

And then Undergrowth had happened, and his core started to mature, things had started to change.

It had started small. When he was in ghost form his skin began to get paler. He hadn’t noticed anything at first, not until Sam pointed it out.

After that, he’d tried to be more observant. He was not only getting paler, but his skin was taking on a slightly blue color. 

And then his human form had begun to look pale as well. Mr. Lancer had given him a strange look one day and told him he should spend more time in the sun.

The fangs at come next, and Danny had to be careful not to open his mouth to wide or people would see. Not that people were really looking at him these days. Most of the time, Danny noticed that if someone glanced at him, they’d quickly look away. Even Dash was avoiding him.

And what was worse was that even Sam and Tucker never looked him in the eyes anymore.

He’d ask them what was up, and they’d answered that looking at him was unsettling. That it made their skin crawl and activated their flight reflex.

Danny stood in his ghost form in front of his mirror at home. He tilted his head side to side, reached up to feel his ears. They were slightly pointed now. His freckles were slightly green and if Danny looked closely they resembled the current position of the stars. He ran his hands through his hair which had begun to float on its own, not fiery but like he was underwater or in space. He felt along his head till he came to the two points that had begun to grow. He frowned and thought of Nocturne who had horns growing from their head. He examined his fingers which had begun to grow longer and end in sharp claws. 

He steeled himself and met his gaze in the mirror. His eyes were still green, but they swirled like the portal and his irises had grown to cover nearly all of his sclera. His pupil looked darker than black and made Danny think of black holes.

Danny transformed into his human form. This one was at least mostly normal, if you ignored the paleness, fangs, and the strange quality his eyes had. They didn’t look different, but according to his friends, looking into his eyes made them think of a powerful predator.

What was happening to him?

Did ghost’s have their own sort of puberty?

Frostbite had said his core was maturing. Was that what was affecting his appearance? But a lot of the ghost’s he had met still looked mostly human. Why was he changing?

He turned away from the mirror. It didn’t matter. He had too many other things to think about. He had a test he hadn't studied for and a project he hadn’t started. And with his luck they would probably be a ghost attack.

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Danny had gone back to ask Frostbite what was happening, and the ghost yeti had confirmed that his core maturing was what was causing the changes. 

“But why is it causing these changes? There are plenty of ghosts that still look human?”

“It depends on the ghost’s core and on the level of energy they have. Halfa’s have always been powerful, and you were made in the birth of a permanent portal.”

“So?”

“That means that you will be very powerful one day. Your form is changing to reflect that. You have met Noctorn the Dreamer and Undergrowth Guardian of the Green, their forms changed to reflect their cores and energy levels. The same is happening to you.”

“But I don't want to change.”

Frostbite had given him such a sad look then. “To fight the design Fate has woven for us always leads to disastrous results.”

“But I changed the future. I stopped Dan.”

“That was another timeline, the Great One. And you had the help of Clockwork Guardian of the Will Be.” Frostbite set a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “But worry not, Great One, these changes are merely of appearance. Who you are will not change.”

Danny had left after that.

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One year later

Danny’s human form hadn’t changed much more besides the fact that not even his friends would look at him directly anymore. But his Phantom form… 

His ghost form had stretched to a height of three meters, his arms and legs were long and his feet and hands ended in claws. His skin was skin tinged blue and several patches were covered in hoarfrost. His eyes were completely green except for the black holes of his pupils, and his green freckles still reflected the position of the stars. His hair was longer and floated unencumbered by gravity. His mouth was full of teeth and his face looked sunken with his cheeks covered in an ever shifting pattern of frost. And from his head grew antlers covered in hoarfrost. They were big, extending two feet above his head and two feet to either side of him.

And above his head floated a crown made of ice and the aurora borealis.

#ectoberhaunt23 #ectoberhaunt #day 19 #eh magic #eh science #claws #horns #Danny phantom #Danny fenton #frostbite #ghostly puberty #fanfic

[lunarubra]

Pairing: Cillian x OC (Jiyan Fabris)

Summary: Just more Jiyan shenanigans where she cannot avoid to include Cillian.

Warning: Mention of Death, Fluff, English not my First Language.

Words: 4471

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Part 4 - Whispers of the Waves

The thing about building furniture was that, when in the middle of it, it was really necessary to have a stable mind to understand where it all begins and where it all ends. Also because most of the time the plans never really work out.

Jiyan was good at planning; planning was at the core of her being. Wanted to start a study and translation from a Greek text dated to 300 B.C., you needed a plan. Or, you were living on a boat and wanted to organise a basic dinner, a plan there would be helpful.  Still needed to build a series of kitchen cabinets, shelves, and drawers because she still was living in the middle of a construction site, ta-dan, you needed a plan.

So she was quite disappointed when, after a whole morning and most of the afternoon of work, she did not consider that being just one person— even if a really crafty person—still would not solve the fact that the whole kitchen counter was a single piece of wood weighing too much to even consider moving it on her own. And apparently continuing to stare at it would not solve the problem either.

In this instance, she missed her brother. It would have been so easy to bully him into helping her. Sadly, he was on the other side of the continent.

It was a cloudy Sunday afternoon in Dublin, and for once, the weather was not completely depressing. It was one of those days that Jiyan started to classify as “yes, it is still cloudy and there is no sun, but it could be much worse.” Who knew, before the end of her contract maybe she would start to enjoy this characteristic weather of Ireland.

Still, she was in a dilemma and would love to find a solution. After months of cooking on a camping gas stove and a wood stove, having a final functional kitchen would be quite an achievement.

If it hadn't been Sunday, she would have just asked Sean from the garage shop downstairs. After a couple of months, they had reached quite an understanding; he wasn't a man of many words, but Jiyan started to appreciate his silences while he helped her move materials or simply checked in on how she was doing in that small studio with ongoing renovations. She also suspected he knew what happened that night at Connor’s; the pub was just around the corner from there, and Sean did not live far from his shop.

It was during the week that she met Cillian again, the same week that Sean one morning just showed up, telling her that a guy would come later to change all the locks on the door and giving her his mobile phone again, saying that if something happened and she needed help, she could always call; he and his wife were only 15 minutes away.

But still, it was Sunday, and she didn't have the courage to call him because the kitchen counter table was too heavy. So, she was back to where she started.

Seated there on the floor, staring at the wooden countertop, Jiyan began to reflect on the past few weeks. It was the first time in the last year that she could finally feel some of the weight on her chest dissipating.

She had started to appreciate working at the university again, something that had become somewhat performative for a while. She had finally connected with her colleagues, most of them professors or researchers, but from quite an international background. She particularly bonded with a very smart colleague in the department of Ancient Languages, an expert in Old Gaelic named Scott, who had lived in London for years before recently relocating back to Ireland.

However, most of her social time was spent in a rather Irish fashion, at the pub with Cillian, or even going out and exploring Dublin with him. They had gotten to know each other well, and it didn’t take long for them to become quite close and truly enjoy spending time together. After that evening at the pub, he had invited her to a small concert where his brother and some friends would play. Their performance was really captivating, and Jiyan realised how much she missed live music in her life.

After the show, they spent the night laughing and talking, getting her the chance to see Cillian with some of his old friends and learning about many of his most embarrassing memories from growing up and being in a band. She really cherished that evening, and even though feeling this kind of connection with someone scared the living daylights out of her, she found solace in it. 

He was reserved, but at the same time, he wasn’t afraid to show his emotions and share moments with her. She discovered that the best way to get to know him was to start talking about anything related to music or books or art. She still couldn't help but smile when she thought about one evening at the pub where they engaged in an intense argument about the comparison of darkness found in Russian and Irish novels. They were both such nerds.

Taking her phone out, without overthinking, she wrote him a message.

“As an actor, have you ever had a role where you learned telekinesis? If yes, I need your expertise.”

It didn’t take long to get an answer, “I am almost scared to ask, but why?”

“So you learned telekinesis for a role?” she replied back, but she never got an answer because a few seconds later he was calling her. She answered immediately and put him on speaker.

“So, should I know the nonsense you are going through on this lovely Sunday afternoon?” his voice echoed around Jiyan.

“Well, you know that my place is not really up to normal standards?”

"You mean that studio you always avoid mentioning, and the fact that you're living in a scam where your landlord is letting you stay rent-free only because you're renovating the studio for no money?"

“Well, come on, Sean is not scamming me. He even changed the locks!”

“Wow, he changed the 30-year-old lock, sorry then I take it all back.”

"Anyway," she dismissed, "I was almost finished building the kitchen structure, you know? Then I discovered that apparently, even if I am amazing, I still cannot put on my own a whole piece of countertop that weighs at least 30kg. So that’s why I am asking about telekinesis."

From the other side, she could just hear complete silence.

“I could bargain a lesson in telekinesis for a whole homemade Mediterranean dinner,” she tried again, and when she still got no reply,

"And a bottle of really good Italian wine," she finally added.

“I can be there in 30,” he finally said.

“I owe you one, really Cillian, thank you.”

“Yeah, no worries. I was almost tempted to stay silent for a little longer and see you sweat for another minute. Who knows what you would have offered.”

“At this point? To finally have an operative kitchen and not cook on a damn camping gas? The sky's the limit,” she joked back.

“Yeah yeah,” he laughed, “I'll see you soon,” and then closed the call.

Jiyan put away the phone and then looked around at the complete mess her studio was. Maybe she should at least try to make it presentable. Maybe.

"Can you pass me the 6mm wood drill bit, please?"

If someone had told Cillian that he would spend one of his sacred Sunday afternoons in a studio resembling a construction site, helping an ancient language researcher build a kitchen structure, he would have laughed hard and dismissed the idea as lunacy. Particularly because he had no idea what it meant to build something from scratch or how he could help with anything DIY. As an actor, he was good at faking anything, but apart from that, pretty useless when things got practical. However, to his astonishment, there had been various improvements since he arrived almost an hour ago, mostly without his input or help.

Upon his arrival, he found only a semblance of a structure that could resemble a kitchen. But after assisting Jiyan in putting up the countertop and then mostly staying out of her way, she worked her magic, and now there was an almost finished structure, with a still-disconnected kitchen sink, a worktop, drawers, and now a cooktop.

"You know I have no idea what you're asking for, right?" he answered.

She just sent him a pointed look and then turned around to fetch whatever drill bit she needed. See, he could help a lot just by staying out of her way.

"How do you know so much about DIY, anyway? Was it taught during your Aramaic lessons?" he asked, leaning against the nearby wall.

“Nah, that was more during Latin,” she joked back, before adding more seriously, “My father taught me, he's a maestro d’ascia, I wouldn't know how to translate it, but he's like a really good wood carpenter who can turn any piece of wood into a boat and fix anything. He is one of the really talented one in Venice.”

"So you worked a lot with your father?”

“Something like that. We lived on a sailboat until I was 10, and there was always stuff that would break,” she said. “If you're in the middle of a storm, you need to be quite inventive to repair any part of your boat. When I was a kid, it was the most interesting times at sea.”

“Wait, you lived on a boat?” he asked, sounding shocked.

“Mmmh-mhh,” she just nodded, focused on screwing the structure to the wall.

“You can't just nod to the fact that you lived on a boat.” he repeated.

“I was born on a boat too, if you think it’s important, just outside Venice,” she said, turning around and smiling at him.

“How?”

“Well, you see… my father met my mother, they really liked each other, and then when a man and a woman really like each other, a magic happens—”

“I meant why you were born on a boat, you little gremlin.”

She chuckled and then, turning back to whatever she was doing, she said, “Apparently just bad planning. My mum didn’t think she was in labour and waited too long. When they finally understood that I was coming, they tried to get to Venice as fast as possible, but the sea was low tide, so my father became my mum's OB and ta-dan, here I am.”

He just stared blankly at her back. “And then you just stayed and lived on a boat?”

“I grew up with two hippies as parents. They wanted to ‘live by the sea and be free,’” she said ironically. “So they thought we could sail around the Mediterranean Sea and the African coast, on a boat in the middle of nowhere. My mum could still work on the boat as a book translator, and my dad found odd jobs around. It kinda worked out until I was 10.”

“Then?”

“Then they finally decided to separate, thank god for small mercies,” she said with a dose of old exasperation. "They had my brother as an exit present. My mum got a job at the University in Trieste, and my father started to work as a skipper for rich people.”

“You don’t sound so happy about travelling around the world on a boat.”

She finished working and put away the drill and the screws, turning around to meet his eyes.

“It was… intense. It could be a lot, a lot of new beautiful places and people but also a lot of isolation and loneliness. I never had a friend until I finally moved to Trieste with my mum. I never spent time with other children my age. All my world was the sea, my mum, my dad... and a lot of imagination.”

“Still, ten minutes of your life sound much more exciting than 20 years of mine.”

“Not a lot happening in Cork?”

“Always a lot happening in Cork. I just wasn’t the most outgoing kid. I wasn’t comfortable with many people. The band helped a little and taught me how to adapt to different situations, but I spent a lot of time on my own reading and playing music. Even if I wasn’t good at staying on my own, so I would get into troubles.”

“Would love to hear about those troubles, Murphy,” she joked. “Wasn’t that different on the boat, you know? I didn’t even know what a movie or TV was until I moved to Trieste. My first 10 years were made of a lot of books, like really a lot, and listening to many music cassettes from my dad’s collection,” she said. “But still, you had other people. From what your brother told me, you were out at gigs and pubs all the time.”

“Well yeah… music really showed me what life could be. Playing live music was a rush I never felt before, like…”

“Good sex or drugs?”

He blushed at that but answered, “Well, yes, but don’t tell my granny I said that, it would kill her.”

She smiled at him. “Your secret is safe, you little druggie.”

“Oh come on, like you don’t know what you're talking about, you're the one who said that!”

“Sure, sure. If you say so,” she chuckled. “So now that I almost have a fully functional kitchen—”

“Amen to that,” he said flatly.

She just ignored him and went on, “Do you want to stay for dinner, or did I traumatise you too much with all this furniture building?”

“Well, I was promised a bottle of wine and a nice homemade meal if I recall correctly. Or did you just lie to use my brute force?” he asked, pausing for suspense, then added in a fake desolate tone, “I feel used, Jiyan.”

“If I needed brute force, I wouldn't have called you. You may be a good actor, but, you know…” she said, alluringly looking at his physique. “I don’t think strength is one of your best features. And now that I know your level of woodworking skills or any kind of DIY, I could have asked the first person on the street. You're a hazard, Murphy.”

Cillian opened his mouth in fake shock. “The disrespect! After all my sweat and tears on these wood boards.”

“Like when you didn’t know the difference between a screw and a drill bit?”

“They're both pointy things! They all look identical!” he said with exasperation.

“Or like when you were helping to put up the kitchen counter and you wanted to put it upside down?”

“Listen, if you don’t understand my artistic side, that’s not my fault. It just looked better,” he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

She giggled and looked back at him, causing his heart to skip a couple of beats. She really looked cute when she smiled like that and glanced at him, her eyes seeming brighter and deeper.

“If you say so, Murphy,” she said a few seconds later. “Anyway, Restaurant chez Jiyan can offer some homemade pasta with fresh Sicilian pesto, if you want to stay?” she asked, a little hesitantly.

“Like I could say no to that,” he answered with another smile. “I just can’t stay too late. Tomorrow I have an early morning because I'm going to drive to my parents' in Cork. On Wednesday is Paddy’s Day.”

“Oh, damn, I completely forgot about that. That’s why most of the people left campus this weekend? The library was almost empty yesterday.”

“Who goes to the library on a Saturday?” he asked, amused.

“Someone that has to submit a complete study of a translation and interpretation from 300 B.C. by the end of the month,” she stated flatly.

"Fair enough," he chuckled.

After that, they seamlessly transitioned into the rhythm of the kitchen, with him effortlessly following her instructions while they continued to joke and chat about everything under the sun. The atmosphere felt oddly domestic and comforting, as if sharing that small space she had meticulously crafted and preparing something together had created a bubble that disconnected them from the outside world, deepening their connection even further. It was reminiscent of those moments when they delved into discussions about books or music, where everything else seemed to fade into the background. In this limbo of comfort and familiarity, they found solace in each other's company, effortlessly flowing from one topic to the next, never running out of things to share, laugh about, or discover together.

He pondered what the next step might entail, sensing a mutual wariness about where their relationship was headed. Although she never divulged details about her past relationships, he could sense her fear of fully embracing this connection, knowing that vulnerability meant opening herself up to potential pain and heartache once again. At times, he caught glimpses of the pain and sadness hidden behind her eyes, like a veil draped over her soul. While he couldn't pinpoint the source of her anguish, he could feel its weight, a burden she carried with her.

As for himself, he felt a subtle shift in his perspective. He recognized that this connection with Jiyan was unlike any other, yet he couldn't shake off the nagging worry that taking it to the next level might somehow tarnish its purity. Past experiences had taught him that initial excitement often faded into routine and performance, leaving him feeling disconnected and unfulfilled. He refused to let history repeat itself with Jiyan, even if their bond felt refreshingly different in the present moment.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, they had two smoking plates of pasta in front of them, while Jiyan, unable to find a wine bottle opener, was attempting to open the wine with a screw and a screwdriver. Damn this woman, he thought, shaking his head.

After successfully opening the bottle and grinning like a kid on Christmas, she poured it into two mismatched mugs, handing him one. Apparently, the new functional kitchen still was not completely furnished and lacked essentials, like wine glasses.

“Proud of yourself, aren’t you?” he asked with a smirk, toasting to her mug.

“Well, I finally cooked a real meal in my new kitchen, built by me.”

“A lot of ‘me’ in that sentence, a little full of yourself, aren’t we?” he teased.

She answered by sticking out her tongue playfully. "Thank you, Cillian, for helping today. I could not have done it without you" she sing-songed, her tone light and teasing, before turning more earnest. "But in all seriousness... Thank you. Even if handling a drill isn't your forte, I could not have done it without you."

“I’m sure there’s a compliment somewhere in there,” he said, smiling. “So, Bob the builder, where are we gonna eat this amazing meal? On the floor?”

She smirked at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Follow me, Murphy,” she said, before heading to the nearby windows and opening them. Without hesitation, she jumped outside.

“What?!” he exclaimed, his worry spiking at the sight of her jumping out the window. But then, like a good magic trick, he saw her standing outside, motioning for him to pass the plates and cutlery.

Approaching the window cautiously, he noticed an old metal grate just below, the kind used for emergency exits, and next to it, a small metal ladder that had clearly seen better days.

“What are you doing?!” he asked, trying to suppress the worry he felt watching her standing on that grate with no fences. Just a few steps and she could fall down.

“Come on, I’ll take you to my fancy dining room. Pass me the plates and the stuff,” she said, her tone lighthearted. “Ah, don’t forget the wine!”

Cillian stared at her for a few seconds, then shook his head and followed her instructions. He immediately noticed how much more graceful she looked climbing outside the window. Even with her guidance, he felt like a clumsy oaf.

“Okay, now just let go and come onto the grate,” she instructed.

He looked doubtfully at her and then down at the aforementioned grate. The height was giving him a headache. Why couldn't they just have a table and chairs like everyone else, and why was he following this seemingly deranged woman around?

“Are you sure it's stable?”

“Yes, come on, I’m hungry!”

“Oh, my apologies if I don’t have a suicidal instinct!” he said, perhaps with too much energy.

At that, she clenched her jaw and stiffened her posture.

“We...we don’t need to go if it’s too much,” she said more quietly. “We can eat inside, on the floor?”

He shook his head again and finally trusted the grate, which, to be fair, didn’t move or shake.

“No, sorry if I raised my voice. Heights are not one of my strong suits. Let’s check out this rooftop of yours.”

She smiled at him hesitantly, putting her hand on his arm as if she wanted to say something, but then she turned around to climb the ladder, balancing the wine bottle in one hand. It took a couple of minutes to pass her everything, and finally, he climbed up too, being careful not to look down.

He had to admit, it was really nice, a little spartan and industrial maybe. The sky had cleared since his arrival, casting a warm glow over the late afternoon, and in the distance, the shimmering sea stretched out to meet the horizon. The rooftop, a patchwork of flat surfaces interconnected with neighboring buildings, offered a panoramic view. At one corner, a low wall marked the boundary where the rooftop sloped downward, and there sat Jiyan, gazing out at the expanse of the sea, a wine mug in hand.

“Okay, it’s nice,” he said, sitting in front of her, taking his plate, and having his first bite, which exploded with flavours in his mouth. “Wow, this is… wow.”

“Noşigyan,” she said with a smile.

“No-si?” he asked.

“Enjoy your meal, in Kurmanji.”

“Ah, then… Bain taitneamh as do bhéile.” he said in Irish.

“Bwin tat…?”

“Bain taitneamh as do bhéile,” he corrected softly.

“Bwin tat-nyuv oss duh vay-il-eh,” she tried again.

He chuckled. “Yeah, kind of.”

“Aramaic, much easier,” she stated, taking another big forkful of pasta. “A nice colleague of mine is an Old Gaelic tutor. He invited me to go out with him and his boyfriend for St. Patrick’s Day. What should I expect?”

“Lots of green, traditional music, and many pints of stouts.”

She laughed, taking another bite, “Not sure if I should go, to be honest. Also, there's Newroz on Saturday, and it could be too much excitement for one week.”

“What’s Nefroz?”

“Newroz”, she corrected softly, “It’s the Kurdish and Persian New Year celebration. We celebrate the arrival of spring and the new year. There's a small community of Kurds here in Dublin, and they got authorization from the municipality to light a bonfire. Which is kind of a big deal.”

“A bonfire?”

“Yes, it’s the central part of the celebration. It's to purify yourself for the new year and spring, to burn all the impurities that you accumulate during winter. But I'm not sure if I want to go.”

“Why not? It seems important to you.”

“It is. I love it. Also, because I would finally get to eat decent Kurdish food, and I miss my culture and Kurdish people, or just speaking Kurmanji again.”

“Then?”

At that, she put away her fork and hugged her knees, looking away at the sea. That veil of deep sadness that he sometimes sensed and saw in her eyes was present between them.

"Have you ever met someone, anyone, and within mere moments, realised they were your person? Not necessarily in a romantic sense, but as if a connection sparked instantly, seeing facets of yourself mirrored in them," she paused, taking a deep breath. "Recognizing yourself in them. Knowing, in just a brief encounter, that regardless of what unfolds or how paths may diverge, they'll remain a constant presence—a confidant with whom you can truly share yourself," she spoke softly, her gaze drifting elsewhere, as if lost in another realm.

You. He immediately thought, but didn’t voice it.

"Well, yeah, I suppose," he responded tentatively. "There's Niall, we've been inseparable since school, and then there's my brother—he'll always be my rock. Who's that person for you?"

"Samyah," she replied, her voice faltering slightly as she uttered the name. "She was my best friend, my person, and well... and now she's gone. It's been incredibly hard, it kinda broke me. And going to Newroz without her scares the shit out of me. Enjoying it without her feels like leaving her behind… and I am not ready to leave her behind."

"Then don't go alone. I'll come with you," he suggested, his hand resting gently on her arm as he locked eyes with her. "While I never had the chance to meet her, if she was your best friend, I can't imagine she'd want this from you. You're not leaving her behind; you're honouring her memory by celebrating for her too."

"Aren't you supposed to be in Cork?" she inquired.

"I can return by Saturday, and honestly, I'm curious to experience Nebroz. There isn’t too much excitement in a week for me, I am Irish, we are built different" he explained.

"Newroz," she corrected him with a gentle smile. "And yes, she'd probably scream at me for even considering skipping it."

"Exactly," he affirmed, his grip on her arm gentle but reassuring. 

"Spas."

"What?"

"Thanks," she said sincerely, resting her head on her knees while still hugging them tightly to her chest, her gaze fixed on him. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves over one side of her face, lending her an aura of gentle vulnerability. Cillian couldn't help but think she looked more beautiful than ever, like he was unravelling the mysteries of a cherished book. Returning her smile, he continued to meet her gaze.

But their moment was interrupted by the ringing of his phone from his pocket, signalling his brother's call. Silencing the phone, he made a mental note to return the call later when he was home.

"Guess I should head out soon, even though I'm dreading that ladder down there," he said, breaking the serene atmosphere.

"One step at a time?" she offered, rising to her feet and extending her hand toward him.

"One step at a time," he agreed, taking her hand gently. In that simple gesture, he felt a silent pact forming, one that transcended the simple act of climbing down a ladder.

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An Attempt at a One Night Stand Pt. 6

Summary: various Sundays with reader, Danny, and Eddie.

CW: Fluff, the slightest hint of spice, angst, slight SH (reader hits something), grief, adams death story, mentions of drunk driving, reader and Eddie argue, adult themes and language.

A/N: I’m sorry this took me forever, my metaphorical egg is scrambled, but I’m back baby 😩🤘🏻

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After that night, Eddie didn’t sleep at his house for another week, not that anyone was complaining.

The first Sunday morning the couple didn’t set an alarm, Eddie was awoken by the click of the bedroom door opening. He peeked through his eyelashes to find Y/n still sleeping next to him, her hair a beautiful mess on her pillow. Her back was mostly bare, save for the cami she wore to sleep. Then he felt the tap on his shoulder.

Eddie turned to find Danny rubbing his sleepy eyes, “Yeti? Where's mama?” He asked. Eddie froze, unsure where to go from here, “Uh, she’s sleeping. Right over there, see?” He pointed over his shoulder. Danny wasted no time crawling up onto the bed, across Eddie’s lap and into the small space between them with a flop.

Y/n groaned and stretched as she rolled over, slinging her arm over the little boy before she even opened her eyes. Eddie sat still, watching the scene. Danny was smiling already, his little feet wriggling under the blanket to get warm. Y/n kissed the top of his head a couple times. “Hi baby.” She mumbled with eyes closed as she nuzzled against his curls.

“Why’s Yeti in your bed?” Danny asked. Y/n looked up at Eddie properly, squinting in the early morning light filtering in through the window.

“We had a sleepover.” She said simply. Eddie smiled at her, smoothing her hair back on her pillow adoringly.

“Next time, can Yeti sleep in my room?” Danny asked.

Y/n looked as if she were at a loss for words, a chuckle slipping through her lips as she looked at Eddie, who didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yeah, kid. We can make a fort and everything!” Eddie offered, but not before the realization hit him that he can’t make decisions like those, it wasn’t his place.

His eyes darted to Y/n’s, finding her smiling dreamily at him. She noticed the panic in his eyes before she nodded, “That sounds like a fantastic idea.” She answered.

Eddie felt the butterflies erupt in his stomach, warm and fluttery against his every nerve. He smiled and laid back down, finally relaxed. “Can we eat?” Danny asked after a moment of lazy morning bliss.

Y/n’s eyes opened again as she crinkled her brows in agony. “Five more minutes, Dan, the suns barely up.” She mumbled.

“But it’s wake up time!” He reasoned.

Eddie chuckled, his heart an absolute mess over these two. “C’mon, buddy,” Eddie sat up as he whispered, reaching on the floor for his shirt. Danny crawled out of the blanket next to him, ready to follow his Yeti anywhere.

Y/n peeked her eyes open again to see Eddie’s bare back sitting at the edge of the bed, his curls falling over his shoulders before he pulled the shirt on over his head. She bit back a smirk at the light pink lines leftover on his pale skin, flashbacks from the night before already sending heat to her core.

Eddie stood and shuffled out of the room behind Danny, pausing at the door when Y/n sat up to follow, “Uh-uh, lay back down, missy.” He pointed at her and raised his brow like a stern father.

Y/n giggled and laid back down, her eyes still on him. “What are you doing?” She asked, pulling the blankets over her shoulder.

“I’m gonna make us some breakfast, and you’re gonna get up when you’re ready. ‘M gonna hang out with Danny til then.” He said simply, pulling the door shut before she could argue.

“Okay… are you sure you got this? There’s cereal in the—“

“Aht! I got it, babe. Get some rest, you deserve it.”

Y/n sighed, looking at her empty bed in the pale morning light. She smiled and rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head.

Eddie shuffled into the kitchen with an easy smile on his lips, finding Danny already sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out on the cushion in front of him. Sesame Street was on, which happened to be one of their shared favorites.

“Alright, buddy, what’d’ya wanna eat?” He asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Cereal!” Danny cheered, hopping off the couch and running after him. Danny sped around Eddie to the cabinet the cereal stayed in, opening it for him and pointing to the top, “See? See? Up there!” He bounced eagerly.

Eddie grabbed the box of chocolate crunch flakes, his own excitement rising in his chest, “This is my favorite kind!” He said to the boy, pulling down three bowls from the cabinet, one of them Danny sized. “Does mommy like these too?” He asked, pouring into the small bowl and ignoring the warm satisfaction that bloomed in his chest as he referred to her as such. He could dream all he wanted.

Danny shook his head, “She has her own, up there.” He pointed again. Eddie poured his helping and reached up for the other box, the cinnamon cereal making him smile. Lots of times he spent the night, he hadn’t been able to stay for breakfast, and the times he did, Y/n always made him a mouthwatering spread for all of them to enjoy. It never occurred to him that he didn’t know what kind of cereal she preferred.

He sat with Danny at the coffee table, watching the tv until he drank the chocolatey leftover milk. “Where’s mommy?” Danny asked, glancing down the hallway.

Eddie followed his gaze to the still shut door. “She’s sleeping some more, I hope.”

“I better go check on her.” Danny mentioned, eyes back on the tv as he spooned another scoop into his mouth and made to get off the couch.

“No, no, I can do that, bud, watch your show.” Eddie gave a breathy chuckle as he walked to the kitchen to prepare her cereal. He wondered if she liked it crunchy or more on the milky side. If she’s liked this kind her entire life or if this was a recent favorite.

He wondered if Adam ever made breakfast for her.

He gently turned her doorknob, peeking through the crack before opening it more to slip inside. He smiled when he saw her curled up in the middle of the bed, her eyes closed. The blanket was pulled up over her chin, her nose and eyes the only part of her face that was visible. Eddie almost regretted making her bowl, knowing it’d be soggy by the time she was ready to wake up.

But then her eyes fluttered open, kissing at the outer corners when she smiled from under the blanket. Eddie smiled back at her, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently pulling the blanket down to her chin. “Hi.” She quietly greeted. Eddie only smiled as his finger traced her cheekbone and jaw, his fingers extending across her cheek to hold her face. She leaned into his touch for a moment before she sat up. “What’s this?” She asked when she saw the cereal.

“For my lady,” he handed it to her, relishing the way her eyes widened in delight as her smile grew, “Danny wanted to check on you.” He added while she took a large bite.

She nodded, speaking through a mouthful shamelessly, “He thinks because—“ she swallowed, “because I check on him all the time, he needs to check on me too.” She shook her head with a loving smile.

“I’m sure he has to keep a very close eye on you, you’re pretty wild.” He teased.

She took another bite and swallowed before speaking, “He lines me out when I need him to, that’s for sure.” She scoffed. “It’s just been us, so.” She shrugged, “Guess he thinks I’m his responsibility, or something.” She rolled her eyes and took another bite, looking more contemplative than Eddie wanted her to.

“Well, now he’s got two of us to keep in line.” Eddie said with a cracked smile, noticing the way her eyes turned softer. She stared at him for a moment, long enough to make him worry if he overstepped.

Instead, she licked her lips, sweet from her sugar tainted milk, and pressed them to his. It was slow and loving, no sense of urgency found in the way they kissed this time. This was new for Eddie, but far from it for Y/n. She hadn’t allowed herself to feel this kind of tenderness in a long time, and had only just now realized how good it felt to be soft with someone again.

And not just someone, it felt good to be soft with Eddie.

She lost herself in him, unaware of their lips slowing to a stop as he broke it to pull back only a centimeter, “I got you.” He said the smallest whisper she’d ever heard from him.

She exhaled sharply and nodded, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his. She wanted to say it. She felt it bubbling up in her throat, the ways she felt about Eddie. How she felt about his unwavering effort, patience, and love. All the ways he’d made her feel cared for and thought of.

She felt her mouth opening, still unsure of the words about to worm their way out, when Eddie spoke instead, “I better go see what he’s up to, he’s too quiet.” He chuckled adoringly before he kissed her head and headed for the door.

Before he could step out of the room she sat up real fast, “Wait!”

He poked his head back through the door, the sound of the tv turning on filling the once empty space. His gaze turned worried once again, that it wasn’t his place to check on Danny, to know things about Danny. To love Danny the way he did.

She didn’t notice his contemplation, or his wide eyes as she looked at him adoringly, his shirt and his boxers making him look like a certifiable DILF. She sighed and nodded, “Come back,” She l crawled to the end of the bed. “I want another kiss first.” She said simply, her heart absolutely on fire for this man.

Eddie smiled, looking like the child he was at heart as he crept back inside the room to plant an innocent kiss on her lips, but that wasn’t what Y/n had in mind. He pecked her lips once, her hands flying up to his neck to keep him close as she kissed him again, smiling when she felt his lips do the same. She kisses him again, deepening it this time and lightly sucking on his bottom lip. Eddie groaned and pulled away, “You are evil.” He mumbled against her. “Absolutely despicable.” He finished as he pulled away. His cheeks were warm with a blush, his morning wood on prominent display in his boxers now.

Eddie looked down and placed his hands on his hips. “Look what you did!” He scolded lightly. “I’m gonna go think about roadkill, and you, missy, are gonna stay in here until you can act right.” He shook his finger at her as he went to leave the room, but that wasn’t enough to Y/n.

She sat up on her knees and pouted playfully. “‘M sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just—ugh!” She groaned, “you make me wanna jump your bones every time you do something like this.” She shrugged.

Eddie chuckled, “Like what?” He shook his head.

Y/n rolled her eyes and instead of answering, lifted her shirt up to flash her tits at him. The gesture knocking Eddie backwards and clipping his shoulder on the doorframe as he cried out, “Holy shit—fu—I mean shit! Crap—dammit!” He struggled with his family friendly words as he made his way down the hall, the image of her smirk and immaculate rack burned into his eyes forever and ever… to be used at a later time.

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Another Sunday together, the day was warm, a breeze chilly enough to call for a jacket, but the perfect weather to fly a kite. Eddie and Y/n stopped into Melvaldt's, grabbing a few snacks for their little trip to the park, when Danny spotted a kite kit. The plastic spaceship made the boy's eyes shine, his whole face lighting up in excitement.

“Can we have it? Please, please, please?” The boy pleaded,

Y/n sighed and looked over the cart, picking which boxes to put back to fit the budget. She picked through the snacks she’d chosen with Eddie, picking up her favorite brand of cookies to put back when a ringed hand stopped her. “I got it, let me buy the kite, babe.”

Her eyes soften when she looks up at him, “Really?”

He nods, “Of course! I’m getting one too.” He smiled and dropped two kites in the cart.

And now, a couple hours later, she’s sitting on a blanket in the grass, a couple grocery bags of snacks and the wadded up plastic from the kite kits. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she watched Eddie and Danny in the distance, their curls bouncing with every stride as Eddie held onto the string, catching a breeze while Danny eagerly clutched the handle.

There were plenty of families at the park today, moms and dads with the same plan—load the kids in the car, pack a lunch and spend the afternoon enjoying the weather. Though Y/n couldn’t help but notice the wide berth everyone seemed to leave Eddie and Danny as they played, as if there was a dome around them that extended at least 5 feet.

She munched on some chips and watched the pastel people, their glances darting from Eddie and Danny to her and shamefully looking away when they met her hard stare. She’d grown accustomed to the looks they received when out and about, the three of them together. The way the community viewed Eddie made her skin crawl and her heart pound in her chest. How dare they?

They may have thought Eddie was a smudge, staining their town, but to Y/n he was striking crimson against the mundane background everyone else blended into. She was proud to see him in his beauty, in his loud and passionate nature.

As she was giving a bitch with a headband her best ‘go to hell’ look, a familiar, ear piercing screech sounded from across the field, Y/n’s eyes found Danny immediately, his arms reaching up towards the sky as his kite flew away. Without another thought, she takes off running towards the boy before he can get farther away. Eddie turns to Danny and points him in the direction of his mom, and as the boy runs towards Y/n, Eddie sprints in the direction of the kite.

Y/n reaches Danny and swings him up onto her hip, “What happened, buddy??”

“My kite string broke!” He held up his handle with a wobbly pout. “Yeti said he’s gonna get it back.”

Y/n smiles at her son before looking around for Eddie, spotting his dark figure in the distance, across the street climbing a tree in someone’s front yard.

“Oh, god.” She giggles and steps up to the curb, a tall slender woman comes storming out of her house to yap at the man dangling from one of her highest limbs.

“Eddie Munson! I thought I told you to stay outta my trees a long time ago!”

“Sorry, Mrs. Willick! I’ll be out in a sec, I swear, I just gotta—“ he grunts, reaching out for the plastic wing of the kite.

“You’re gonna bend my branches!” She crooned.

“—your branches are gonna snag my boy's kite!” He called back just as he gripped the wing of it and carefully descended the trunk of the tree, slipping at the last couple steps and falling on his ass.

He springs back up, checking that the orange tinsel tail is still intact, and smiles when he sees Y/n and Danny standing and waiting for him.

“Yay!!!” Danny bounced eagerly in his moms arms as Eddie crossed the street in long strides to hand it back to him.

“This better be the last time!” The woman warned, her voice less harsh as she observed the boy she once knew to steal her apples and TP her trees every Halloween, tying a small child’s kite string back together. She observed him and the woman he stood with and kept her smile hidden before going back inside.

“Thank you, Yeti.” Danny smiled and kicks his legs in a way that tells his mom he wants down to walk with them.

As they wander back to their spot, Y/n spots a child with Eddie’s kite and smiles before nudging him, “Finders keepers.”

He follows her line of sight and sags with false disappointment, “Gosh darn it—kids these days.” He jokes as he flops onto the blanket.

“Stay close, Danny, right here with us.” Y/n instructs and points to the grass in front of their space. Danny backs up and lets his kite fly higher, his tongue between his lips like Eddie could often be found doing. Y/n smiles with pride, watching her baby boy do it by himself.

A warm breeze brushed across her neck before Eddie rubbed her shoulder, and she realized he’d called her son ‘his boy’ and it didn’t even phase her.

She met his eye and smiled at him before she heard yet another screeching voice, this one unfamiliar. “You put that back over there where you found it!” The woman from earlier hissed at her child, the one that found Eddie’s kite.

The blonde boy walked over to Eddie with a quivering lip and tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry.” He whimpered. Eddie’s eyes went big and he stood up to address the woman.

“He can totally have it, I wasn’t using it anymore!” He assured, though the woman looked him over with disgust.

“We don’t know where it’s been. C’mon, Tucker, we’ll get you your own kite.” She takes the boy's hand as he drops the kite on the ground and drags him away.

“I know that boy!” Danny chirped as he sat down with his kite still flying high. “He’s in my class!”

Y/n was ready to march over to the woman and confront her, until Eddie slumped. A heavy sigh moved through him as he shook his head, messing with his fingers and letting his shoulders tense. Y/n scoots closer and lays her head on his shoulder. “I can’t believe I saw you climb a tree. And so fast!”

She feels his shoulder bounce with a chuckle and his arm wraps around her as he relaxes. “Yeah, Mrs. Willick hasn’t ever spoken to me so kindly before.” He chuckled at the memories, “She might be in there calling my uncle as we speak.”

Y/n snorted and shook her head. “Tellin him all about the trouble his boy’s causing, huh?” She asked with another nudge.

Eddie’s eyes found hers, fearful before melting into tenderness when he saw the pointed look on her face. “You heard that?” He chuckled and blushed. “I didn’t mean—“

“You didn’t?” She asks, looking at the grass in front of them, Danny, now standing in his red high tops and frayed shorts as the kite flew and danced in the wind.

Eddie sighs and bites his lip, looking down at his hands before back up at her, “He’s my best friend.” He shrugs with a small smile.

Y/n smiles back at him and nods, “You’re his best friend too.” Eddie mirrors her and looks back at Danny.

“I don’t—“ he sighs, that tension coming back into his face before he shakes his head and stops himself.

Y/n turns to him more, “What?”

“Nothing! Just, I don’t want there to ever be a time I’m not his best friend.” He shrugs it off convincingly. Y/n nods, though still keeps her suspicion. Something was eating at him— maybe just nibbling right now, but nevertheless, something was bothering him.

“He couldn’t find a better friend than you, honey.” She mumbles and places her hand over his, her heart strings tugging when his fingers laced through hers and gave her a squeeze.

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Another Sunday morning started earlier than usual due to a phone call. Eddie sat up before Y/n was able to rouse herself and offered to grab it.

“Hel—Ahem—Hello?” He said through his morning rasp.

“Hi! This is Cindy, from the grill. Is Y/n in?” She asked.

Eddie’s eyes shot wide open at the mention of Y/n’s boss, was she supposed to go in today??

“Uh, yeah! One sec, she’s-shes getting ready!” He said before covering the mouthpiece and running across the house with the cord stretched. He slows down when he reaches there hallway and tip toes past Danny’s door before reaching Y/n’s.

“Babe!” He whispers and opens the door carefully, wincing at the squeak. “Baby, it’s your boss, she’s on the phone!” He whispers again as he tries to move closer and is jerked back by the taught cord.

Y/n bolts upright and wipes her eyes, “Am I supposed to come in?”

“I dunno! I said you were getting ready, take it!” He whispers and holds the phone out.

Y/n crawls off the bed and clears her throat before answering. “Cindy? Hi!” She looks to Eddie in relief, “I’m doing alright, do you need me there today?” She asks before meeting Eddie’s eye again and deflating. “Oh. Okay. Yeah! I understand. No worries, I get it! Yeah, I’ll check the mail. Thanks. Bye.” She stands there for a moment before she finally hands the phone to Eddie.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Uh. Well. She just… kinda let me go.” She shrugs numbly.

“What?? Why?! You’re a great waitress!”

“Because I can only work certain nights, they got other people that can work full time.” She shrugs. “I dunno how I’m—“ she shakes her head. Daycare alone was nearing $300 a week, now. “It doesn’t matter.” She sighs and makes her way to the newspaper on the tv stand.

“What— Can you.. clue me in a bit, babe? I mean…” he smiles and shrugs, “I can help, you know.” He hints.

“Eddie…” she shakes her head at herself.

“What? What’s so wrong with me helping you?”

“Because you help me all the time. Like way more than a boyfriend should.”

“Oh. Is that—“ he freezes for a moment before his thoughts compute and he swallows, “Is that all I am?”

“Yeah, Eddie, you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?” She asks, her tone a little pinched with nerves as she searches for the help wanted ads.

“I have been here every day since—“ he shakes his head, “I just thought it’d be fair. For me to pay my part. Right? I mean, I do my laundry here part of the time, I sleep here, I eat, I shower— c’mon that’s gotta be like $100 right there! Not to mention all your fancy soap and lotion I use!” He reasoned.

Y/n sighs, “I don’t need your money! You’re a guest in my house!” She insists. “I just need to find another job. Shouldn’t be super hard, right?” She turns the page.

Eddie nods, gritting his teeth as he tries to understand. “Okay. Well. Since I’m a guest, I guess I should go before I wear out my welcome.” He says calmly as he picks up his pants and pulls them on.

Y/n turns to him abruptly, “What? No!” She steps in front of the door before he can reach it, fingers curling around the doorway, “You can’t leave, you’re mad—“

“—C’mon, Y/n, let me through.” He said looking past her.

“No!” Her chest tenses, her hands almost numb as they trembled. “You’re m—you can’t—“

“—I have to go, okay? I’m supposed to help Wayne today, remember? You need to let me go.” He said softly through his clenched jaw.

She stares at him in disbelief, her brain moving so fast she can’t think straight. All she can think of is that day with Adam almost four years ago. She felt like she was back at the apartment they had together, standing in that doorway begging him to stay. Tears poured down her face as Adam readied himself for a drive and collected his belongings with his lip between his teeth and a thousand yard stare.

In her present stone faced daze, Eddie gently moves her by her shoulders and walks out the door.

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Y/n couldn’t get rid of the sick feeling that settled in her stomach like a knot that churned, turning over and over again. Her teeth hadn’t stopped tingling and her tears hadn’t ceased since they started the moment she hung up with Ginger, who was surprised Y/n called but still happy to extend her nephews stay.

She laid, crumpled over on the couch, the newspaper open on the coffee table to the wanted ads that contained jobs she didn’t want or wasn’t qualified for. So instead, she laid here and watched daytime television until she could find the will to do something else.

It wasn’t until early evening that she woke up to the lights and tv off. Everything sounded eerily still, even the weird sound the fridge always made was—

“Oh, fuck.” She hissed at herself before she jumped up from the sofa and raced to the kitchen, fumbling for the first light switch she came upon, and no matter how many times she flipped it, no matter the room, the power was off.

She glanced at the fridge to find her stack of utility bills stuck to the door. Crossing the room in two quick steps, she ripped the stack out from under the magnet and let the other pages fall to the floor, except the power bill in her hand.

“Due: Sunday, the 17th— are you fucking kidd—you’re gonna shut my shit off today?!” She yelled at the paper.

She resisted the urge to crumple it up and found a familiar lump rising in her throat as her chest began heaving with torn, panicked breaths.

‘You are so stupid’

‘You always mail the check, why didn’t you mail the check?’

‘Cause your head is too far up Eddie’s—‘

She clenched her eyes shut and let a couple tears fall before she took another deep shuddering breath and walked to the fridge. As she peered inside, she noted she should throw out the perishables, but then she eyed the liquor in the freezer up top and pursed her lips.

A bottle of Jose Cuervo sat next to his bffs; Malibu and Jack Daniels, with promises of a warm buzz that boosted her optimism in desperate times of need. And right when she desperately needed her spirits lifted.

She reached for the rum and twisted the top, hesitating only long enough to remember if she locked the doors, before tipping the bottle back and inviting the warm and spicy river to fill her.

She drank until she no longer cared about bills, or her job, or her fight with Eddie or that last night with Adam. She drank until it all muddled together—problems? What problems?

Bills? What bills?

Eddie? Adam? Who?

By the time night shrouded her windows in black, she’d finished the Malibu and moved onto the half bottle of Jack. She couldn’t remember at this point if she’d been drinking water like she meant to, but she did remember that there were enough candles to provide some light for the remainder of the evening.

Her body was heavy as she moved through the house like molasses, her eye on the hall cabinet where the tapered candles lived. She braced herself against the wall as the world began turning on her, fumbling at the handle that seemed to be farther away than it actually was.

When she piled the candles into her arms, ignoring the stray columns of wax that tumbled out onto the floor (I’ll totally get them later), she caught a glimpse of the leather bound book shoved away at the back of the cabinet.

The same book she sat with aunt ginger and made while she was pregnant with Danny, preparing to start his baby book and deciding to start with her own. They chose every picture together; her and Adam.

She sighed and shut the door, stumbling over her feet as she turned and walked to the living room. “No more, bitch. Ya done.” She mumbled to herself before she clipped her shoulder on the doorframe.

She lined them all up on the coffee table, clumsily pushing the bits and bobs Eddie always strung out across her tables and countertops—coins, wrappers, stray keys from work, maybe a couple enamel pins that had fallen off his vest— everything as far back as she could, along with the thoughts of him and his whereabouts.

She groaned as thoughts of him flooded her mind and she trembled with agony before striking her fist on the table twice. The sting hummed through her knuckles in an odd comforting way, enough to keep her grounded in her present task; light the fucking candles.

She let loose a shuddered sigh in lieu of a sob and grabbed up her bic lighter. With eyes wide open—willing it to help her eyesight— each wick crackled to life. Her room was cast in a flickering golden glow. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Danny’s absence or her first day truly alone since having him, but time seemed to be stopped around her.

The weight on her chest was heavy, literally. She looked down and saw her locket, the attention it demanded might as well have been tugging on the chain. She clicked it open and saw their smiling faces, so similar and strikingly beautiful—and cried.

He was always beautiful, from the moment she saw him. His hair had always been long and shiny, his eyes were bright, despite their darkness, and his smile was sharp and wide. The funniest boy in class. The fastest runner on the playground. Adam Buckley was her first love, through and through.

They went together like peanut butter and jelly, matching scraped knees and cherry stained lips from the abundance of popsicles they shared throughout their long summer days at the creek with the other neighborhood kids. He had an affinity for lizards and garden snakes, finding the weird and gross the most interesting.

And despite how terrified she had been of the creatures that captured his attention, she listened to him ramble about them until she was brave enough to hold a newt. She’d been assisting him in his explorations for weeks, none of the other kids wanting to humor him in his curiosities except for her.

His little round chocolate chip eyes widened in delight, “Really?? Ya sure?”

When he’d handed the little lizard over, she squealed but stayed still, letting him wriggle up her wrist as Adam giggled in delight, “He likes you!” The newt paused, circling her arm like a bracelet before settling in her palm. Adam gently ran his finger over the scaly back and smiled at her, the closest they’d ever been at the time.

From there it was tree climbing and fishing, games of cops and robbers or detectives filling their days. Their skin grew darker and freckled the more time they spent together under the sun, eager to start back at school side by side.

Until she moved.

The heartbreak of leaving him in Indiana broke her little 8 year old heart. The fear of him forgetting all about her swallowed her up completely. The thought of the boy she loved so deeply, the boy that saw her so wholly, not thinking about her the way she did him—she couldn’t handle it.

But apparently, neither could he. She hadn’t expected the tears to streak his cheeks at the news of her family’s departure, but the sight both pained her and gave her relief.

He’d made her promise to write to him, to call him, whenever she could. That she’d come to his birthday party at his Aunt Ginger’s house that winter. With her pinky wrapped around his, matching tear tracks staining their cheeks, and hopeful smiles on their lips, she promised him all of it.

He’d pulled her into a tight hug, his bushy curls hanging over his ears and eyes tickled at her neck. “I’m gonna miss you so much.” he whispered.

“I’ll write to you so much you can’t.”

When she presently found herself in front of the cabinet door again, she sighed and wiped her face before yanking the door open and reaching inside. Most people’s childhood album isn’t entwined with the memory of their deceased love on every page, but hers was. Even on the front, peeking through a window was a picture of them their freshman year, really their first picture as boyfriend and girlfriend.

She sniffled a laugh at his braces and her own acne, the sparse whiskers that sprinkled Adam’s chin and her frizzy baby hairs around her face. They were both blushing, smooshed close in a booth after school at the gas station with their friends when her old friend Heather Barlow snapped the picture.

She flipped it open to find a picture of herself at age 3, the same as Danny. Little her was sitting on a crate with a furrowed brow and a frown—her timeout chair. There were other pictures taken at the places they’d visited, the trailer parks they stayed at, group shots of the neighborhood kids she played with. Another was her and her cousin dressed up in their mother’s clothes, gloves and jewelry too big for their little frames.

“Here we go," she sighed, finding where their pictures began.

And there they were, pictured with a jar of murky pond water, tadpoles inside. They held it between them, triumphant smiles on their faces. Her front corner tooth was missing and he sported flushed pink cheeks from the hot sunny day and a scrunchy he borrowed from Y/n to keep his hair off his neck.

She ended up sat on the floor against the couch, silent tears churning out of the corners of her eyes as she flipped through the years. She saw a picture of her mother, perched by the window of the camper, a pen and paper pad in hand as she gazed out of the glass.

She wondered how tired she’d been, practically doing it all on her own as her father pursued his dreams of travel—making them live off next to nothing and never staying anywhere too long. When they came back to Indiana, just the two of them, things were different—heavier, in the way that her mother left her without much guidance, taking her opportunity to explore her own freedom, before becoming fully estranged.

She sighed and turned the page, leaving behind her only two pictures of mom and pop without another tear shed. Instead, she cackled at Adam’s 7th grade picture, his shirt one size too small and his hair messed up from playing kickball at recess before the pictures were taken.

She found the only remaining evidence of the makeovers her and Robin would convince him into receiving at their hands, making him ‘over the top, show stoppingly gorgeous’ as he’d requested.

And then there was the pregnancy section. She reached out for the bottle of Jack and took a hefty gulp before turning the page.

There was Danny’s first picture as a little bean in the womb, along with a photo of Y/n and Adam outside of their first doctor's appointment, his arm slung around her with a gaping smile on his speaking lips. Y/n was mid giggle, her face flushed with anxiety and giddiness.

Another sip.

The next was one he’d taken when her bump was starting to round out, nearing that halfway mark, a book propped on it as she read comfortably. She snickered at the sight, remembering how handy the bump had been for bowls of cereal or takeout boxes, basically a table for anything she desired.

A couple times she’d wake up to Adam stacking crackers or cheerios until she’d inevitably move or wake up.

Two glugs sounded as she tipped the bottle back. She almost wretched at the taste, still refusing a chaser.

And then there was the picture of their first apartment, a snapshot taken on a Polaroid from their front door, her body a blurry frame in the kitchen as she cooked their first meal of soup and sandwiches, her bump big and round and heavy.

She sniffled and took a sip, the world a little bleary at the edges.

Another picture was their first night in their own bed. They’d taken great delight in picking out their sheets and blankets, excited to decorate their space—sharing a bed being something they’d romanticized over the previous couple of years. They laid on their backs, Adam holding the camera out as she snuggled into his side, the striped blankets pulled up over her nose as he smiled widely.

She missed the way his pillow smelled, the way his essence followed him and lingered when he wasn’t around. He was always so clean, woodsy and sweet. It was home. It had been for a long time.

Ever since their first embrace after being apart for a few years in their childhood, since he started wearing cologne and no longer smelled like a little boy playing in the summer sun.

The memory of his scent faded into something just as comforting, rich leather and citrus, muddled together with a hint of jasmine and smoke—the new home she’d settled into.

She choked out a sob and gripped the cover in her fingers until she feared she might scar the leather with her nails, dropping it against the table top with a thud as she clenched the roots of her hair and held her breath to stop the tears.

‘Where is he?’ She wondered, ‘surely he’d be back by now..’ her heart thumped and throbbed in her chest.

‘Maybe he’s sleeping at his house tonight,’ she rationalized, ‘what if he still doesn’t come back?’

The sobs wouldn’t stop, the sharp gasping breaths practically ripping open the seams of her chest she spent years trying to stitch back together. In this moment she wished more than anything to not be alone, for Danny to be home to snuggle and distract her from the pain like he had for the last three years.

Her wail began as a guttural moan before she opened her mouth and cried out into the empty house and dissolved into pathetic blubbering sobs.

She was racked with questions; why? Why did Eddie leave? Why did Adam get behind the wheel? Where was he going? Will he come back? Would he have come back? She’d never seen Adam so hurt. Looking at her like he didn’t know her at all,

“Why didn’t I just say yes?” She whispered to herself through her hands. Just then, the front door rattled as keys slid into the lock and clicked it open.

He sighs tiredly as he slips off his shoes and hangs up his jacket, the jingle and clack of his keys and pocket change hitting the entry table echoing through the house.

Y/n busied herself with fixing her face and rubbing her eyes to maybe regain some sobriety.

He jumped a little when he came into the room and saw her illuminated by only candlelight, “Hi,” he breathed in relief, his gaze on the candles and bottles before taking in her position on the floor in front of the table, her eyes puffy and cast low and nose pink and runny. His face had guilt written on it before he could notice her state and quickly fell into concern as he crossed the room.

“Hey, what’re you—come here.” He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her, sighing in relief when he felt her bury her face in his neck and hug him back. “What are you doin, Angel? These bottles have a hole in ‘em or somethin?” He reached out to pick them up, sloshing them around and finding the rum empty with maybe a finger’s worth of whiskey left in the Jack.

Y/n shook her head, still hiding in his neck. The tension that weighed her down like a pack mule dissipated at the mere stroke of his hand down her hair as he nodded, “And Danny? Is he asleep?” He asked.

“S’at Gingers still, so prob’ly.” She sighed against him.

Eddie sighed before nodding, “I’m sorry.”

“No, Eddie, I’m sorry, shouldn’t have pushed you away for jus wanting to help, I’m jus—“ she sighed as she pulled back to look at him. “—I jus haven’t been able to count on anyone like that in a long time, and—“

“—I know, honey.” He cooed, stroking her cheek. “I’m sorry for overstepping.” He said after a second.

Y/n shook her head insistently, “No! No you didn’t, not a bit.” She slurred and focused on a curl that rested on his shoulder, knowing if she looked at him in his big brown eyes that she’d burst into tears all over again.

Eddie appraised her, noticing the smell that poured out of her mouth, her words running together every once in a while due to the drinks she’d been nursing all evening in his absence. “How drunk are you right now?” He asked skeptically.

“Only like half.” She shrugged with heavy eyes.

Eddie chuckled with a hand on her cheek “Mhm… so pretty drunk.” He tsked and looked around, “Drunk in a blackout? Blackout drunk?” He questioned.

“S’not a blackout, I didn’t pay the—they shut me off a week early.” She groaned.

Eddie chuckled and kissed her head, “No, baby, the lights went out at the shop, too. I-I tried to get here as fast as I could, but I had to get everything put up—Y’know those car lifts can’t come dow—“

“—So it’s gonna come back on?” She asked like a hopeful child.

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, it’ll get fixed soon, you’ll see.” He assured as he lifted the Jack and gulped the last bit down before sitting it back on the table and glancing at the now closed scrapbook.

He saw her and Adam on the front, much younger and smilier than he’d ever seen her before. She was still green and new, the innocence still dancing behind her eyes. Eddie smiled and slid it closer, using his finger to trace the edge before he looked back at Y/n.

“How old were you here?” He asked, getting comfortable.

She sniffled and cleared her throat, “Uh, I was-I was 15.” She nodded as Eddie looked back down at it with a smile.

“You’re adorable.” He snickered and she pushed him playfully with a glowering blush. “Shut up.” She muttered before opening the book to the first page of her childhood.

“Look familiar?” She asked as Eddie cackled at the pout on the three year old Y/n’s lips.

“Oh, you bet it does.” He said through his laughter, “Every time you have to get onto Danny he looks over at me like this—“ he points at her face again, “—like I dunno how you ever tell him no!”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s the puppy dog eyes for me, I can’t ever look him in the eyes when I’m trying to discipline him cause then it—“ she stopped before turning the page again and again, bypassing the rest of her childhood to find the page her and Adam shared, toothless and freckled.

“Holy shit.” Eddie breathed at the resemblance to Danny on Adam’s little face.

“I fell in love with him on the playground, y’know?” She chuckled and Eddie smiled at her admission.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. He had the longest hair out of all the boys in class. I always loved long hair, on everyone, but especially him.” She shook her head, “and he could run really fast. So, impressive, right? 1st grade and all.”

Eddie chuckled this time and examined the photos closer. “He loved you too huh?”

She scoffs with a smile, “Duh.” Eddie meets her eyes and shakes his head at her. “I mean in the 1st grade.”

“Yeah.” She nodded again. “He did. I didn’t think so at the time, just kinda thought he was nice to me cause no one else really was. But now I know.” She shrugged.

Eddie scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her as he turned the page, “I wanna know more.” He said quietly.

Y/n sighed and nodded, “I’ve been meaning to, I just get— I mean it’s hard. But I wanna share with you, I really do—it’s just so hard.” She said again, a sharp inhale rose in her chest, her eyes already shining.

“I know, baby,” he whispered, leaning his head against hers. “Thank you for showing me this.”

She nodded again and a moment stretched between them before she turned the page again. “This is when it really begins, I’d say. For me and him.”

“I’d just moved back. And when I left in 2nd grade, we were thick as thieves. So we wrote and called when we could. He wrote his phone number on my hand, and when it wore off I’d write it again,” she giggled, “I called him at a couple rest stops on our first trip—the one to Montana. And when I settled we mostly just exchanged letters every week, but when middle school hit, we met up in the summer, visiting family and all, and…” she lost herself in the memory for a second, “He just wrapped me in the biggest hug. And I knew he still felt it.” She giggled again before turning her head and nudging his shoulder with hers, “We kissed for the first time that summer.” She pointed at a picture of the two of them sharing a swing, looking slightly younger than they did on the cover.

Eddie’s lips quirked up in a smile, an unexpected one at that. He’d spent so much time worrying about hearing how great Adam was, worried he wouldn’t measure up, worried he wouldn’t be able to compete with their history or reach her through her grief. But hearing her reminisce on their love made his heart smile, so his mouth did too.

“Was it your first ever?” He nudged her with a teasing grin.

She blushed again and rolled her eyes before nodding, “Yeah, it was.” She giggled and looked upon their smiling faces smooshed together. “We, uh, it was our last day together before I had to go back west, and he was starting back at school, for 7th grade. He told me I’d gotten too pretty and that he was afraid a boy would ‘take my first kiss and do it wrong”

Eddie chuckled at the thought, Adam was a clever guy.

“So, I asked if he thought he’d do it right, and he said yes right before crashing into me, no warning— it was awful.” She laughed heartily, “I mean little me was absolutely quaking, it was magic, but that boy had no idea what he was doing for a minute.”

Eddie laughed with her as she turned a page, finding a photo of her large bump under a velvet dress, Adam standing behind her with hands around her stomach and a proud smile on his face. “You were pregnant at prom?!” He gaped and smiled at her swollen curves, his tongue almost flopping out onto the floor.

Y/n threw her head back and laughed before she shook her head, “We didn’t go, but we went to dinner and danced at home. People were always staring.” She rolled her eyes.

“People will always stare because you’re beautiful.” Eddie uttered.

Y/n whipped around to face him, leaning away to look at him properly with questioning eyes and gaping lips poised to ask, “Wh—why did you say that?”

“What?” He asked, with an incredulous smile.

She shook her head and let the moment sink into deafening silence before she answered, “That’s what he said.”

Eddie was stunned, finding his grip on her and stroking her assuringly, “Well, he sounds like a really smart guy.”

She giggled and leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder. “You’re so much alike, I swear you’d be best friends.” She trailed off, conflicted and worried she’d said the wrong thing.

Eddie sighed and despite his wishes, his stomach sank at the comparison. “Yeah, well, I dunno how that would work out considering we both love the same woman, might’ve caused a spat or two.”

Y/n felt the blow land in her chest, sending a shockwave rattling through her whole body. “What?” She asked.

Eddie shook his head, almost disappointedly, “C’mon, Y/n. You’ve gotta know that. Surely at this point you know I love you.” He said, withdrawing his hand.

Y/n shook her head, “I mean, I thought you might, but I just— I dunno, Ed, I just thought maybe you’d get tired of playing house with us some—“

Eddie gripped her face in both of his hands, leaning in closer and speaking with seething adoration, “—I love you! I’ve known it was you since the first night. I love you, and-and I love Danny, too! And I don’t wanna leave you guys, okay? I’m not going to!” He paused, searching her eyes, “What will it take?” He whispered almost desperately.

Tears streamed down her face as they sat in the silence, only the sound of Eddie’s quivering breath audible between them. “I love you too.” She breathed. “We both do, Danny’s crazy about you.” She amended.

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Mhm.” She held his wrist, leaning into his tender hold.

“You’re gonna keep me?” He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Yes.” She whispered, a couple more tears sliding down her cheeks. He nodded before pressing his lips to her tentatively, a couple of chaste kisses in succession before they turned lustful and hungry.

Before she knew it, the world was turning and she was beneath him on the floor. His hand slide back into her hair, playing with the roots. “I love you.” He mumbled.

“I love you.” She urged against him before he could even finish talking, chasing his kiss and opening her legs for his hips to settle against hers. Eddie groaned at the way her legs wrapped around him, how tight of a hold she kept on him as if he’d disappear.

“Fuuuuck, Eddie—“ she breathed as he moved to her neck, his stubble brushing against her soft skin with every movement. “—T-Take off your pants.” She half orders, half suggests.

Eddie shakes his head, “Uh-uh,” he mumbles in the crook of her neck, “No sex tonight.”

Y/n pushes on his shoulders to look at him, waiting for the laughter to sound along with the familiar click and chink of his belt loosening, but he only stared.

“Why?” She asked with a weak chuckle.

“Cause you’re drunk, and I’m not.” He mumbled.

“That’s a bullshit excuse.”

“How?”

“We’ve fucked drunk before.” She reasons.

“You’re drunk, I’m not.” He shrugs, “It’d feel—“

“Well let’s fix that!” She pops up, pulling him with her, “—you in the mood for tequila?” She asked sensuously, her eyes heavy and her smile cool and relaxed beneath her warm cheeks.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head as he followed her, “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?” He asked as she poured. She slid a glass over to him and sipped deeply.

Eddie eyed the glass before curling his fingers around it and sighing. Y/n set her drink down and gazed at him in question. “‘S wrong?”

Through a sigh, he thought before taking a sip and speaking, “You really love me?” He asked.

She nodded, “Yeah, I do.”

He nodded back at her and breathed as he collected his thoughts, “Will you… tell me what happened? With Adam?”

She exhaled a long breath before taking another drink, finishing her small glass. “Yup.” She popped the P and settled onto a stool next to him.

“You sure?” He appraised her, her drunkenness still present based on how she slouched over on the counter, an easy smile on her lips and eyes heavy lidded. He decided to fix her some water.

“Mhm. S’now or never right?”

Eddie shrugged as he filled the glass, “Now… or later.” He smiled softly, setting the cold water in front of her and assuring her he could be patient.

Her eyes were glassy as they softened, Eddie’s tenderness being unexpected yet familiar. “Now’s okay.” Her hand found his on the countertop and gave it a squeeze before picking up the water and drinking. “M’ gonna have to pee after this, just so you know.” She mumbled and got comfortable in her seat.

“I was 8 months pregnant, 17 years old, and me and Adam were about to graduate,” she sighed and swallowed, finding the texture of the countertop more intriguing than Eddie’s eyes. “We’d just decided on names—Daniel for a boy, Layla for a girl—“ she smiled at the thought before it fell all too quickly, “We were really excited, and for a minute I wasn’t, Y’know, at the beginning.” She looked at her fingers almost shamefully, “But Adam assured me it’d all be fine, it’d work itself out. That we made a good team and that—“ her voice cracked and her breath trembled, “—that we’d always have each other so—“ she hiccuped and felt Eddie’s hand on her knee, “—so I was finally optimistic. We were making plans—it felt like forever, you know? Like we already had it, like it was already promised. And so the weekend before graduation, when he proposed—“ she said it out loud for the first time as the hot tears streamed down her face.

Eddie found his mouth gaping with a soft gasp, feeling useless watching the woman he loved break down in front of him.

“—when he proposed I was shocked— to my core! I-I was so rattled I could only stand there and look at him, and-and then when I finally opened my mouth all I could ask was why?” She scoffed in disbelief at herself before meeting his eyes. “Can you believe that?? How could I not say yes?!”

Eddie’s words caught in his throat as he stuttered out a response, “W—I-I dunno, wh-why didn’t you say yes?” He asked carefully, worried about pressing the wrong button.

She shook her head and shrugged, “I-I-I dunno! I mean, I was 17, and super pregnant! It was like walking around with a wedding ring already, you know? And I had every intention of marrying him, I just—I wanted to make it past high school! I didn’t want the rest of my life to change—I know, it’s dumb, now that I think about it, trust me, I know how awful it sounds—“ her voice pinched again with swelling emotion before Eddie cut her off.

“—hey! No, no, don’t say that—did he want you to… not go?” He shrugged as he dropped his voice.

She nodded, “He didn’t want me to work, either. I should say ‘have to work’ but I wanted to, and he wanted me to be able to take care of Danny and not have to pay for daycare while he worked—he made good points but it just wasn’t— ugh…” she groaned as the gears in her head wedged and stopped.

“… wasn’t what you wanted?”

Y/n sighed, closing her eyes as she nodded. “For the first time I didn’t agree with his plans.”

“And then?” Eddie pressed, bordering on concern.

“He said he had to leave.” Her voice broke before she sniffled again, hands tangled in her lap. “I- I was so upset, and confused, and I just wanted to talk, but Adam thought—“ she inhaled sharply and steadied herself before pouring herself another shot.

Eddie’s heart wrenched for her, wondering how many nights she bore this weight on her shoulders.

“Adam thought I didn’t love him anymore. Or that I hadn’t. I don’t know,” she shook her head, “But instead of listening, he wanted to clear his head and drive.”

Eddie's heart pounded in anticipation, knowing what came next.

“Next thing I know, I get a call in the middle of the night—the police telling me he’s been in an accident with a drunk driver, that he’s at the hospital but it was too late, he was...” She sobbed into her hands before Eddie lurched out of his seat and wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

“Baby, I’m sorry— I’m so sorry.” He cooed and stroked her hair as she heaved and sobbed into his chest.

“He died thinking I didn’t love him anymore! And-and I didn’t even get to see him before—“ she shook her head, “—before they cremated him.”

Eddie stayed silent, though his affection was worth more than anything he could think of saying. “‘M so sorry, Y/n, I really am. I-If I pushed too much, I didn’t mean—“

“No, no.” She sniffled and wiped her face, “You deserve to know, I mean, you’re—“ she shook her head again as she struggled for words. Eddie reached out and wiped away the fresh tears as they fell.

Eddie watched wearily as she combed her mind for words that failed her. After a moment more he spoke up softly, “You don’t have to hurt alone, okay? Not anymore.”

More tears welled in her eyes as she nodded and wrapped her arms back around him for another embrace. “I got you. And you got me, I already know.” He smiled, settling his head atop hers. She chuckled softly and he felt her nod beneath his chin.

After a comfortable moment stretched between them, enjoying each others embrace and warmth, the lights flickered back on. Y/n looks up and around at the house, relief flooding her body.

“See? Blackout.” He smiled proudly.

She sighed deeply with a blooming smile on her lips, looking up at him fondly through the red lenses over her eyes, still tinted with her lingering grief and pain. But through it all, her softness remained. The softness Eddie had been digging for.

And it was so beautiful to see.

She’d always had a sexual prowess, a confident air about her that made him feel like a trembling virgin during their bedroom encounters. He used to envy the other men that had her before he did. But now he was assured that she hadn’t shared this part of herself before— not with many, anyway.

But to be one of the few was an honor.

“You know he knows you love him, right?” He whispered.

She looked up at him with a pinch in her brows, “How do you know?”

“Because, if he and I are as alike as you say we are—he was just confused, okay? Our… fight had me worried too. And I’m so sorry for scaring you, if I had known—“

“It’s okay, Eddie, you didn’t.” She assured almost tiredly. “I’m just… I’m so tired of carrying the regret. This overwhelming sense of… responsibility for what happened to him—I haven’t even told Ginger or Robin everything that happened because—” She hid her face as the tears came again. “I don’t wanna feel like this anymore…. then again… if I.. it feels like I’m letting him go.”

Eddie shook his head, “Hey, hey, no. Don’t do that to yourself.” He whispered, finding his palm on her cheek and fingers in her hair. “You showed him every day how much you love him. You know that? All the time you spent together, it wasn’t for nothing just because of one fight and a freak accident—look at me—“ he said firmly, and her eyes snapped up to meet his as the tears continued to stream down her face, “You didn’t tell him to leave,” she shook her head no in confirmation, “—you didn’t make him get in the car, and you damn sure didn’t hand the keys to the drunk driver.” He reasoned with her like a father calming a child.

Her eyes clenched closed and she loosened a ragged breath, her shoulders sagging with relief at his words she didn’t know she needed to hear. She leaned forward against his chest, submitting to his affection and love as her sobs subsided to sniffles and he swayed them soothingly like he’d seen her do with Danny dozens of times.

After a while, Eddie’s playing with the loose locks of her hair as he looks over at the table and candles. “What do you say we turn out the lights, get in bed, and look at more pictures? I wanna hear some better stories about the guy, I know you have a ton.” He smiled down at her adoringly.

Y/n wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands and smiled to herself before nodding in agreement. “I might have a couple.”

Eddie kissed her forehead before parting and turning off the lights throughout the house as Y/n blew out the candles and carefully collected them. She carted them to her room, as he smiled and followed after, scooping up the leather bound book as he went.

He found her pantsless and attempting to flick the lighter to life, her drunken fingers not making contact like they should due to the tingling numbness in her fingers. “Here, baby, let me.” He offers as he gently takes it and lights each wick with ease. “Go lay down, Jackie D, and prepare to tell me the best story you have.”

“Ooh! Drunk bedtime stories.” She gleamed, making for the bed and crawling up the end with excitement.

Eddie chuckled as her booty swayed side to side, her floral granny panties looking so fine stretched over her ass. He dropped his pants and stripped off his shirt, following after her. She pushed the covers back and patted the spot next to her, a divet in the space that belonged to him.

Instead of settling in his spot, he leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek. “I love you.” He whispered.

She sighed in content as he covered the both of them up and systematically fluffed the pillows before positioning them like a nest and propping his head up on his arm. “I love you too, Eddie Munson.” She said with a smile. He sent her a blushing grin before opening the book to the page they left off, then turned another.

“Whoa!” He laughed and pointed at the picture of Adam with his makeup masterfully done, while Y/n looked like hers was done by someone who put in good effort but lacked experience. Their hair was pinned up in rollers and sported smudged lipstick smiles.

Y/n joined in his laughter and blushed at the memory, “Oh god, well, Adam got high and I convinced him to let me do his makeup, and he wouldn’t let me unless I let him do mine so we did it at the same time—it was a mess.” She giggled and traced the edge of the picture, talking about the way he tried to use mascara on her eyebrows and lip liner on her eyelids.

As much as he was worried about how it would feel listening to her gush about him this way, expressing her raw, unadulterated love for a man who would be forever perfect, he felt his heart warm in admiration of her. Of how purely she loved. Of how well she was loved.

And because of her love for Adam, her love for Eddie was all the more special.

When he reached the last page, there was a picture of Y/n and Danny in the hospital. He looked over at her to find she had fallen asleep. Eddie continued to study the photo; a framed picture of Adam sat on the table next to them in front of a vase of flowers and a blue foil balloon. Y/n’s smile was tired and forced in the one shot she looked directly at the camera, but the next she looked down at Danny and the warmth was evident in her face as she adjusted his little hat.

Eddie glanced over at her, finding her mouth agape and a steady stream of drool flowing onto her pillow. He chuckled and brushed her baby hairs away from her face before closing the book and placing it on the table alongside the candles that were now extinguished.

He leans over to kiss her head and pull the blankets up, whispering “Goodnight, sweetheart.” Before settling next to her and finding purchase on her waist.

In her sleep she rolled over and wriggled back towards him, making him smile and squeeze her once for good measure before she spoke, her voice a rasp from the evening of tears and whiskey, “G’night, Adam. I love you.”

Eddie inhaled deeply before nuzzling his face into her neck and whispering, “I love you too, baby.”

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[1vidapoeticando]

Já vivenciei tantos momentos e sentimentos que por suportar demais automáticamente eles transbordavam...passei pelo medo e não agi..Passei vontade de gritar e silenciei...Passei por aquela vontade imensa querer abraçar o mundo e me fiz menor...Passei por muito, diminui minhas expectativas, abafei minha ansiedade e segui....Extrai do sol inspiração...E fiz uma pintura nas dores passadas, e passou...Eu investi na vontade de recomeçar, rabisquei com toque de amor, peguei nessa aquarela novos caminhos, cores, sonhos e desejos...E olhando para a natureza, vendo o céu, as estrelas e o mar, pude ver o quanto ainda posso preencher essa pintura chamada vida...

He vivido tantos momentos y sentimientos que por soportar demasiado automáticamente se desbordaron... Pasé por miedo y no actué... Sentí ganas de gritar y me quedé en silencio... Pasé por ese deseo inmenso. querer abrazar el mundo y me hice más pequeño... Pasé por mucho, bajó mis expectativas, sofoqué mi ansiedad y seguí... Me inspiré en el sol... Y hice una pintura del pasado. dolor, y pasó... invertí en las ganas de empezar de nuevo, garabateé con un toque de amor, tomé esta acuarela nuevos caminos, colores, sueños y deseos... Y mirando la naturaleza, viendo el cielo, el las estrellas y el mar, pude ver cuanto aún puedo llenar este cuadro llamado vida...

Ho vissuto così tanti momenti e sentimenti che, poiché ho sopportato troppo, sono traboccati automaticamente... ho attraversato la paura e non ho agito... avevo voglia di urlare e sono rimasto in silenzio... ho attraversato quell'immenso desiderio di voler abbracciare il mondo e mi sono fatto più piccolo... ne ho passate tante, ha abbassato le mie aspettative, ho soffocato l'ansia e ho continuato... ho tratto ispirazione dal sole... e ho fatto un quadro del passato dolore, ed è passato...ho investito nella voglia di ricominciare, ho scarabocchiato con un tocco d'amore, ho preso con questo acquerello nuovi sentieri, colori, sogni e desideri... E guardando la natura, vedendo il cielo, il stelle e il mare, ho potuto vedere quanto posso ancora riempire questo dipinto chiamato vita...

J'ai vécu tellement de moments et de sentiments que, parce que j'en ai trop enduré, ils ont automatiquement débordé... J'ai vécu la peur et je n'ai pas agi... J'avais envie de crier et je suis resté silencieux... J'ai vécu cet immense désir vouloir embrasser le monde et je me suis fait plus petit... J'ai traversé beaucoup de choses, cela a réduit mes attentes, j'ai étouffé mon anxiété et j'ai continué... Je me suis inspiré du soleil... Et j'ai fait une peinture du passé la douleur, et c'est passé... J'ai investi dans l'envie de recommencer, j'ai griffonné avec une touche d'amour, j'ai emprunté dans cette aquarelle de nouveaux chemins, des couleurs, des rêves et des envies... Et regarder la nature, voir le ciel, le les étoiles et la mer, j'ai pu voir à quel point je peux encore remplir ce tableau appelé la vie...

I have experienced so many moments and feelings that, because I endured too much, they automatically overflowed... I went through fear and didn't act... I felt like screaming and remained silent... I went through that immense desire to want to embrace the world and I made myself smaller... I went through a lot, it lowered my expectations, I stifled my anxiety and continued...I drew inspiration from the sun...And I made a painting of past pain, and it passed...I invested in the desire to start over, I scribbled with a touch of love, I took this watercolor new paths, colors, dreams and desires... And looking at nature, seeing the sky, the stars and the sea, I could see how much I can still fill this painting called life...

O kadar çok an ve duygu yaşadım ki, çok katlandığım için otomatikman taştı... Korkudan geçtim, harekete geçmedim... İçimden çığlık atmak geldi, sustum... O büyük arzuyu yaşadım. dünyayı kucaklamak istemek ve kendimi küçülttüm... Çok şey yaşadım, beklentilerimi azalttı, kaygılarımı bastırdım ve devam ettim... Güneşten ilham aldım... Ve geçmişi resmettim acı ve geçti... Yeniden başlama arzusuna yatırım yaptım, bir aşk dokunuşuyla karaladım, bu sulu boyayla yeni yollara, renklere, hayallere ve arzulara yöneldim... Ve doğaya baktım, gökyüzünü gördüm, yıldızlar ve deniz, hayat denen bu tabloyu hâlâ ne kadar doldurabildiğimi görebiliyordum...

Fonte: 1Vidapoeticando 🌺🍃

[cina-full-moon-xanadium]

Do I want to try, on any level, to analyze this show?

Like. Like Ultraman Leo. You want me to talk about the quality and the themes and the core essence of Ultraman Leo?

I mean sure the sun that is setting is me and the sun that rises in the morning is you and all that but mostly this show is just toxic masculinity yaoi heaven. This show is fucking insane. It really was never the same once Dan left the show and his giving the worst advice in the world while hitting Gen with his cane and showering him with white [REDACTED] and running him over in a jeep and then flipping a ruler back and forth it's just, like. Once I was without that the show was just never the same. This is a terrible awful beautiful show about one man shouting TAICHOU!! YAMERO!!!!! and the other man shouting back about how men have to be strong because strong men are strong. & killing him.

I've got nothing. The start of the show was peak driving-me-fucking-nuts material and to a degree it never slowed down. This was truly a show of some kind. This was the most normal thing I've ever seen. Watching JAKQ gave me some kind of resistance in that it didn't instantly kill me at least. Watch this show if you feel like you have nothing left to lose

#its so leover

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 218

“Moom, there’s yellow-eyed creeps fighting ninjas outside the window again!” 

Danny sighed, taking a deep breath- in for ten, out for eight- as he set the pot he was cleaning back in the sink. Dan- currently six- came running in from the living room of the apartment, where he was watching TV. Or he should have been if not for the bullshit outside. 

He sighed again, picking up baby Ellie- currently closer to two- out of her highchair (even if she could just float out) and let his oldest drag him to the window. Sure enough, another fight was happening, with no vigilante in sight stopping it. Look, he knew most people didn’t live here, but it was still rude. 

“Jordan, remember how I told you how violence isn’t always the answer?” Danny asked sweetly, Dan’s expression shifting to a wicked grin as he opened the window. “Feel free to practice tossing some fireballs while I clean up your sister, yeah?” 

Ah, the sweet sound of surprised cursing and startled ecto-signatures. Maybe they’d be polite enough to take their spar elsewhere. 

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Danny: I’m going to be a better parent than my parents & not get distracted by work #He has a couple of the clones’ cores too #Does it count as mpreg? #Danny has a garden shop/bookstore at ground level #He’s gotten better at cooking but he doesn’t trust them not to come alive so he sticks to drinks #Halfas are like phoenixes when they have to retreat to their core #They come out as babies thanks to having to rebuild their human flesh body from scratch #Why yes they’re in Gotham- he’s lived in several different cities over the last few decades #Doesn’t look a day over thirty somehow (it’s the ectoplasm) #Space Core Danny #Sun Core Dan #Moon Core Ellie #Why yes he named his clone-sons after stars #Shadow Core Orion #Bed Sheet Ghost #Earth Core Rigel #Monster Ghost #Light Core Algor #Tiny Ghost #Sun Core Draco #Yes Danny is an adult with a pair of small children & 4 more on the way what of it #dad danny #Mom Danny #He is both #prompts

[anglers1mp]

Sorry I couldn’t post a REAL sneak peak so far

But take this description so far

New Things:

-Danny is a full time God of Space and a Minor God of Time

-Sun Core Dan is a jerk(his core is Danny’s core mixed with Vlad’s Lava core. )

-I like to imagine that Danny’s core looks like an hourglass that is constantly moving.

-Clockwork is manipulative

-I lie a lot in the first chapter through Kronos’ eyes

-Clockwork tells half-truths and half-lies

#danny phantom #crossover #dc x dp #danny fenton #clockwork is chronos #clockwork is Kronos #Time core Danny Fenton #It looks like an hourglass #Liar clockwork #dcxdp #dead on main #dp x dc crossover #facts #news #small sneakpeak

[lapetitechatonne]

Slept on Ships P1: Space Princess

Slept on Ships: Space Princess; Silent Jasmines hello!! so after taking a look at the very long Batpham shipping chart and seeing so many slept on ship dynamics, i decided to start a series all about highlighting romantic and platonic dynamics that---in my professional opinion---deserve more love. i'll be starting with the first dp/dc ship i created: Space Princess.

Space Princess: Dani Phantom/Mar'i Grayson

Relevant Background

so, in general, if you're not knee deep in the DC Fandom, you might now know who Mar'i Grayson, aka Nightstar, is. Mar'i Grayson is the daughter of Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, and Koriand'r, aka Starfire, from Earth-22. she appears in the Kingdom Come series, where she has her own issue and everything! she's shown as protective of her family, like her father, and just as strong-willed as her mother.

if you'd like more info on Mar'i here's a like to the wiki article: Mar'i Grayson (Earth-22)

fun fact: in Kingdom Come, Dick and Kori are actually divorced, while in most fanfic, people portray them as together. Mar'i is also part of the Teen Titans on her earth, along with Lian Harper and Irey West.

in this post i'll be reference a few head canons such as; Dani being considered a Princess in a Ghost King Danny au and Dani possibly having an ice core (we don't know what core she has in canon.)

Why is the dynamic interesting?

they are prime Sun and Moon couple energy

Mar'i who lives her life in the sun as a public figure, her powers fuled by the sun and just as bright as her, while Dani hides in the shadows of society, lurking. giving Dani and ice core adds an extra layer of opposites.

they are equal parts soft sapphic girls, and battle hardened heroes. they're both incredibly capable political figures (in a Ghost King Danny Au) who always have to put up a front, they have to be the perfect leaders their kingdoms need them to be. they would understand each other in ways that other people couldn't

i also imagine them bonding over being the child of very famous/rich parents.

they also have colorful girlfriend and grunge girlfriend vibes.

Dani deserves to run Tameran like a fortune five hundred company while Mar'i is off being a superhero. the dynamic works strangely well for them.

Dick and Kori would love Dani, and if Mar'i doesn't marry her they're adopting her

Mar'i can be scary when she wants to, just like her mom. Dani thinks it's very hot.

Mar'i inherits her mother's height, which makes her both taller and stronger than Dani, and Dani would love it.

i like to imagine Dani having purple eyes or powers later down the road (since Vlad's are pink and Danny's are green/blue) which would make them almost opposites. it could be a fun story device to use.

A lot of people compare Mar'i to her mother, but realistically, i think she would be a lot like her dad's family, specifically Tim. it would be fun to explore the dynamics between Mar'i and Tim as niece and uncle, and they dynamic between Mar'i and Damian as sort of siblings (yes, i am a 'Dick Grayson is Damian Wayne's dad' fan). it could be prime real estate for a little bit of Danny/Damian or Dan/Tim or Jazz/Cass on the side.

Mar'i inherited her mom/dad's anger, and he Uncle Tim's ability to compartmentalize her feelings until she breaks. enough said.

through Mar'i, and by extension the batfam, Dani learns what real love looks like. she finally understands how abusive Vlad was to her. this could be in the context of a Vlad trying to redem himself, or a Vlad trying to manipulate Dani back into his life, but now she knows better.

with how much Mar'i hung around Raven as a kid, it would be interesting if Mar'i knew that Dani was not normal before everyone else. maybe Mar'i even knows a little bit of magic.

Some Prompt Ideas

a photographer and model au

Dani joins the Teen Titans and meets Nightstar

Vlad and Bruce are business rivals, but neither Dani or Mar'i particularly care and get together anyways.

Mar'i sees a clip of Dani in her ghost form with her green powers and thinks she's Tameranian. Mar'i channels her inner Uncle Tim and goes all detective to find Dani.

Dani is a mechanic and Mar'i is a student who refuses to get her very old car replaced.

Mar'i gets lost in the Zone after the destruction of her universe. She had no idea what to do or where to go. Dani finds her, and together they traverse worlds they were never meant to see.

Fic Recs

(i will admit the second one is self-promotion but i'm working with a small pool of fics lol)

Our Love Will Last Us by foldingfacets (READ THE TAGS)

Dani fell in love with the hot girl who watched her smash her skateboard into a dude without care. Little did she know the girl saw her first and fell in love faster. Maybe, just maybe, Dani doesn't have to be alone anymore. Maybe Mar'i would stay.

Can I have this Dance? by petitechatonne

When Dani goes to a gala with Sam, originally intent on keeping her friend company, she meets someone who sweeps her off her feet. Literally.

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Decahedron Divining Sphere Shapley Attractor: Alignment April 22nd. Cosmotopologists  conclude the 'TimeSpace_Plasma Universe'  is shaped as a 4D Dodecahedron (the ancient's form for the Aether), knowing this, the question becomes where is the centre of this Universe?.Dan Winter's work clarifies why we would do well to identify this universal centre..Before  identifying the heart of this  largest of Magnetic Attractors, we need to plot the Cosmo-Genetic-Family-Tree, a series of astro-heart/hubs that also act as Stargates throughout our universe.There are identifiable markers to accomplish this, we have for 40yrs been researching the cosmic dynamics of the golden ratio/phi spiral..Maps  provided  by astronomers can be seen with the 'Third Eye', when done we  find our universe is anything but random.We see a coherent fractal (holofractal Harrieman) series of larger and larger scales that reveal (via actual astro-photos) our Universe is a fractal golden ratio 'Entity' with the same DNA geometry as  humans.We provide cosmic evidence of a new meta-science, bringing those spiritual terms like  Wholeness, Oneness, at One, Cosmic Source, etc into clear view, not only with our third eye but with our physical eyes as well..Image shows:Our Sun gravitationally steers the planets in orbits, our Galactic Center (27 Sag) does the same with the Sun.The Super-Galactic Center (VirgoA-2 Libra) provides a gravitational attractor-heart for our galaxy and some thirty other galaxies. These galaxies are gravitationally attracted to the Great Attractor (14 Sag). The Great Attractor (and Laniakea) are being held in orbit by the largest mass in our universe the Shapley Attractor (Cosmic Heart)..Also when we switch from Geo Astrology (appearances) to Helio (the actual positions of planets) the inspirational Neptune (Crown Chakra pen-tune) is currently 144deg  away from our Earth and 144deg from the conjunction of Venus and Mars.Neptune's visionary downloads initiate (Mars) actions in the arts (Venus)..Asteroid Vesta opposes our Earth and in Geo is conjunct the Sun  (Vesta represents the Feminine Mysteries)..Introducing the real C.I.Aalphanumerics  a1  -  z26  (C=3, I=9, A=1)cross referencingevery phrase here totals to 391 (C.I.A.).391the core of the Shapley Superclustercosmotopological gravitational heartthe Heart of the Central Spiritual Sunto centre of the Shapley concentration to the universe centre  headquarterscoherent fractal cosmo-genetic-family-treemultidimensional standing wave patternsthrough the interdimensional layersholographic quantization of Spacetime superluminal phase conjugate mechanismtravel the wormholes between galaxiestranscendental psychological background the eternal nowness of first sourcesovereign integral state of awarenesssynthesis of fundamental principles.

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Chapter five

Hydor opened his eyes, but his consciousness was still somewhat lost upon awakening. BIt became clearer as a small, but strangely comforting vibrating sound took over his hearing. As he concentrated on identifying where it was coming from the young boy realized a few things. One, he was not in the internment chamber that always greeted him upon awakening, instead he was in some sort of room like those that were displayed in his mind during the display of information required for his unfolding outside the facility. Two, he was lying on a comfortable, warm couch, fully wrapped in some quilted pieces of fabric that he had to guess were wool blankets. Three, a vibrating sound is coming from the mattress and for some reason it is being carefully attached to the furniture. 

Four, the mattress is not a mattress but a grown woman with black hair and pale, somewhat freckled skin. It is she who holds him prisoner in a bear hug that is hard to break as they both lie on the sofa bed in the living room of Phantom’s apartment. Who at this moment, is in his human form and is looking at the situation with a mocking smile while holding in one hand a cup of what he assumes is coffee and with the other one, he was taking pictures without any disguise. 

“Is she purring?”  Hydor asked after giving up  his freedom from the woman’s arms. Now he was curious about which of the two he inherited his super strength from, Superman or Danielle.

“It’s something similar but not, it’s the demonstration of affection that ghost cores generate when they feel at ease with what surrounds them.”  Danny replied leaning back against the hallway frame. “In this case, as a mother, Ellie feels good to have you by her side and that makes her core react to such satisfaction.”

Hydor tried to lift his head from the woman’s shoulder, he didn’t feel embarrassed that Danielle’s hand once again pressed against his back and neck impeding his movement. No, he definitely wasn’t embarrassed, and there was no way Phantom’s silent laughter could prove it. 

Taking pity on the boy, Danny took another sip from his coffee cup, put away his cell phone, and walked over to the sofa bed to wake his sister to free Hydor from his cuddle prison. “Let me give you a hand.” Danny took his sister’s arms and let some of his intangibility flow out, surprising Hydor. When he was suddenly released, passing through the woman’s arms, he almost ended up falling to the ground. “I see Ellie was using a lot of force to hold you back if you shot out of her grip like that.” Danny grimaced as he felt the stiffness in his younger sister’s arms, she was about to wake up if her frown was any indication. 

It reminded him to Pandora's face when she fell asleep with Dan in her arms and he tried to slip away unnoticed. Only to be caught and returned to the ghost nest again. Well, now he was the youngest of the four because of the regression of his core after serving his sentence and returning to his human form. 

Which was very deteriorated but not entirely lost. 

Thinking of young Dante, he would jot down a reminder to call his mother later and see how he was doing. 

“Danny, I’m going to kick you if you don’t let go.” Despite not being fully awake, Ellie made her threat clear. 

Her older brother did not hesitate to comply with the demand and walk away in peace, a moment that the woman took advantage of to stretch her limbs until everything creaked with pleasurable satisfaction. 

She looked like a cat after a nice nap under the sun’s rays. Hydor tried, but failed to contain his laughter at the gestures on Danielle’s face. This caught her attention, causing her to freeze and stare at the teenager with a confused look. The latter remained just as still as he was suddenly observed, this until Danielle seemed to recognize him by opening her eyes as wide as possible and standing up abruptly. 

“Are you okay? did you have a good rest?” were her questions, Danielle seemed to want to bring her hands closer to his face, but stopped on the spot and hid her hands behind her back. 

She had only just gotten up and Phantom’s sister was already showing a grief-stricken appearance. In the short time he had known her, the young clone wondered if the woman was always like that or if her presence was the cause of her many ups and downs. Remembering the few seconds when she stepped through the portal and began to taunt Phantom, it seemed to indicate that it was the second one. Hydor didn’t know why, but he was glad that her attitude towards him wasn’t in a bad way. For as it seemed to indicate, all her ups and downs were more about not knowing what to do to avoid making him uncomfortable or gaining a little closeness to him. 

Although she had failed on the first one, Hydor could tell that the second one had a little more chance of developing if what he thought he saw in her manner of act and talk to him was sincere as she seemed to be trying to prove. 

“I’m sorry that Danny used you as barter to calm my anger towards Superman.” The apology came out like a child scolded in the face of bad behavior. Hydor didn’t know what to respond to it. “Also, I’m partly to be blame, I got carried away and in the end I kept you in a makeshift nest without your consent. You even ended up sleeping uncomfortably because of me and lack of restraint. I’m a terrible new mother,” Danielle covered her face with both hands in a sharp sigh of regret. “However, that I’m going to break something to the ‘man of steel,’ even if it’s a leg, I’m going to do it. “

“You’re not going to cause a brawl between Danny and his part-time employers, Danielle.”  Jazz made her way onto the scene carrying a freshly risen baby girl eager for her father’s attention. The redhead didn’t hesitate to hand the infant to the man as he handed her a cup of latte and invited her to breakfast with the day’s menu: scrambled eggs and poached potato. 

Last night Jasmine had been busy taking care of the little girl, freeing up time for her brother to attend to some last minute medical emergencies. 

“How’s my little North Star?” crooned the halfa as he hugged the two-month-old girl. As if it was already a long-standing habit, the baby nestled her little head in the hollow formed between the man’s neck and shoulder. The little purr, almost inaudible, managed to draw a giggle from Danny. “I missed you too, Pyxis.”

Danielle turned to the breakfast bar that divided the living room from the kitchen area and looked reproachfully at the redhead. “It’s my right!, I have to make him lose at least a few teeth. According to Danny, the guy can regenerate, so if I knock his teeth out he’ll have a new one in a couple of hours. There’s no loss, I sing a few truths and he doesn’t have to worry about staying chummy for a few hours.”

“Ellie has a point.” Danny agreed.

I will post the chapter tomorrow on Ao3.

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