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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@sparklingnight02 : Okay but how would the ladies react to the reader taking them on some romantic outing only to get down on one knee and pull out a ring box and ask them to marry them?

Fuck yeah! Love this request. Let’s see what happens… (Also, sorry if you asked me something and I haven’t gotten to it yet. Rest assured it’s coming!)

Alcina:

(Haha, get it? ‘Cause she’s a wine mom?) Y/N, for once, had a big brain moment. They remembered how much Alcina treasured her time as a jazz singer, so they scoured through eBay, Amazon, and creepy old peoples’ yard sales to find recordings of Alcina singing. They got lucky and scored a bootleg live recording of her singing “I’m Beginning to See the Light” by Ella Fitzgerald from a… let’s say interesting acquaintance of Duke’s (This man high key collected ketchup packets. Like, sir. Who hurt you??). Y/N set up a beautiful picnic on the roof of the castle and had the record of Alcina playing for when she walked out. Y/N was already down on one knee and held out a ring that was custom-made just for her (And her giant sausage fingies). Alcina had to immediately bite down the ugly sobs just to tell Y/N how much she loves them and that yes, she would marry them… Then she ugly sobbed. (And damn near caused a tsunami off the side of the castle).

Donna:

Donna loves nature and plants of all kinds. So, Y/N figured the easiest way for them to pop the question would be to take her on a nice stroll through the bountiful trees surrounding Beneviento Manor. Donna also doesn’t like to go out much so this would be a low-stress date for her. Y/N can actually be a clever fuck when they want to be because they banked on the idea that Donna would not need to have Angie to communicate through since it would just be her and Y/N. (Not today, demon doll!) During their walk, the two lovers passed by a particularly beautiful tree. Y/N stopped in front of the tree which confused Donna, before she noticed them getting down on one knee. She brought her hands to her mouth in shock as Y/N asked her to marry them. She couldn’t believe it at first, but she soon found herself saying “Yes” repeatedly to Y/N’s question before they shared a moonlit kiss. (I love that for them. Precious. Much cute. Wow).

Miranda:

Y/N knew that the only way they were going to get Miranda to leave her lab was if they told her that they had made a big scientific breakthrough… However, Miranda knows that Y/N is a complete idiot and fuck-up so she’s immediately suspicious. Y/N led Miranda to a secluded spot where they had set up a nice little picnic with all of Miranda’s favorite foods (Like that yucky-looking soup we saw Miranda, disguised as Mia, making at the beginning of the game). No lie, Miranda was touched when she saw all the effort Y/N went to… but she acted like it was a big waste of her time. Y/N could see the happy glint in her eyes though. After they ate, Y/N stood and took Miranda’s hand before kneeling down on one knee. They slipped a beautiful ring on her finger and asked if she would be their wife. (It was a nice, sensible ring so she could still wear it while she worked… Good job, Y/N!) Miranda almost (ALMOST!) teared-up at Y/N’s heartfelt proposal… but she cleared her throat, rolled her eyes and said “Fine”… She cried about it in the bathroom later while Y/N was asleep tho XD

Bela:

Haha, she gay… Anyway. Y/N called Bela into the library where they laid out a trail of rose petals for her to follow. She eventually found Y/N in their favorite place to read by the window. Y/N was sitting and holding Bela’s favorite book (I dunno, Wuthering Heights or some romantic shit like that). They gently patted the spot next to them with a shit-eating grin and Bela laughed softly while she sat down to join them. Bela read a few pages out loud to Y/N, but when she turned one particular page over, a ring fell out onto her lap. She was very confused, but Y/N grabbed it before getting down on one knee and asking her to marry them… Alarming amounts of makeup (Eyeliner? Mascara, I guess? I don’t really know anything about makeup lol) started rolling down her cheeks as she sobbed out “Yes”. Y/N was so happy that they immediately kissed her and nuzzled her face… effectively coating themself in Bela’s soggy makeup… eww.

Cassandra:

This proposal scenario is decidedly less romantic than all of the others (Also, Y/N didn’t take her on a date first…) Y/N has actually asked Cass to marry them no less than 10 times since they began dating (She always says no XD). They just love her so much and she gives the best hugs when Y/N’s upset (Kinda like a murderous, sadistic teddy bear). They want to be around her constantly… And honestly, that’s probably for the best. Y/N tends to get into a lot of chaos when Cass isn’t supervising them… Maybe she should put 'em on a leash 😏 One day, Y/N decides that they simply cannot live another day without Cass being married (or at least engaged) to them. From the moment they wake up they keep asking Cass over and over to marry them. Nonstop. At hyper speed. Cass finally has enough and just gives in out of frustration… Like I said. Not very romantic, but it got the job done.

Daniela:

Y/N could tell Dani was dropping mad hints that she wanted to get married. Like this one: “Baby! Look at this! Duke has engagement rings on sale! Which one do you think would look good on me?”… Subtlety isn’t her specialty, folks. Y/N also knew that Dani wasn’t going to let them off easy with just some basic proposal either. I am convinced she is the type to want a grand romantic gesture. Y/N decided to propose by serenading her one night outside of her window. (In full aristocratic clothing that Dani loves in those stupid romance novels. smh). Armed only with a guitar, Y/N sang her a love song (Whatever song you hc personally). Yes, their singing sucked and they forgot a bunch of the words, but Dani was too busy trying to do her hair and put on makeup while Y/N was singing to listen much anyway… This was her night and she was going to look fucking fabulous, okay?! She came out to listen to the end of the song on her balcony before swarming down to join Y/N on the ground. She was pretty much already sobbing when she saw Y/N get down on one knee and hold out a ring (It was the one that she said she liked best when she tried it on at Duke’s)… A lot of, ahem, appreciation was expressed that night.

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kilasmess · 1 year

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Ok so this is an idea for a fic that I probably won't ever write.... Since it's been forever and a half since I've even attempted to write something.... But I'll post it here because the idea is running circles in my mind instead of letting me sleep like I should :/

So it's gonna be dead on main because I fucking love this ship and I need more angst to go with it.

So Danny gets stuck in Gotham right... I'm thinking Jazz discovers their parents now know Danny's secret... and thinking it's Phantom possessing Danny's corpse, they're out for blood. So Jazz hurries to Danny and traps him in the thermos, because my girl is freaking out and panicking and she always thought their parents would be understanding and now she doesn't know what to do. So she traps Danny in the thermos and is planning to release him into the ghost zone until things cool down. Except as she's releasing Danny into the ghost zone, her parents catch up to her, and now they're thinking their baby girl is possessed too, since she's helping that awful awful ghost. So they're all in the lab, and Sam and Tucker find out what's happening because they see when the Fentons try to take Danny only to see jazz got there first. Anyway, jazz released Danny into the portal, and now all three of them are afraid the Fentons will open it back up and hurt Danny, so Jazz signals Tucker to fuck with the portal with his PDA so they can't open it. Except with him trying to lock it from them, and whatever fuckery jack did to the portal, things go wrong. Wrong enough that the whole thing explodes somehow. Idk, Idk shit about electronics of Fenton fuckery so let's pretend this makes sense somehow. Anyways, they all die in the resulting explosion. And now Danny's trapped in the ghost zone since his portal was destroyed and he doesn't know how to make his own portals yet. Whatever. Point is, he's stuck, and he's confused and trying desperately to get back home because something is very very wrong. Either way, it takes him a while to make it back home. Except...

When he does make it back, it's to realize that everyone he loves is dead. He has no real way to know wtf happened, only that something exploded and now they're all dead. So, he's grieving, ofc. He's remembering what happened when everyone died in another timeline, and he doesn't want that to repeat. He's hurting and breaking down but he knows he doesn't want to become Dan, so he breaks down, makes it back to the ghost zone and just kinda drifts. Let's pretend at this point clockwork decided it's time to do something for the young halfa, give him a way to keep himself occupied so he can stop slowly letting his grief consume him. He has him start taking care of his kingly duties. Figures that's the best way from having the kid fade into a shade without a purpose. After all, his obsession is protection right? Gotta give him something to protect, and what better something than the realms he obtained by right of conquest.

Danny throws himself into it. It feeds into his obsession, and he's able to stop thinking about everything that he's lost. He's lost so much and he's not even fully sure how it happened, and he could ask clockwork, but frankly, he thinks finding out might just be the thing that breaks him. So he never asks, he throws himself into paperwork, and politics and setting a few of the realms that had fallen into disarray back to rights. He spends so much time in this, but he's not taking care of himself, obvs, and his rogues and mentors are worried for him. He's not actively wallowing anymore, and he's a great fucking king but he's also.... Not moving on..? He doesn't sleep, doesn't eat, and outright refuses to transform back into human. Which has clockwork worried... Again, because well, being a halfa is supposed to be all about balance. The perfect balance between dead and alive. but Danny is ... not balanced at all, to the point where his human half could very well end up dying. It's being, let's say about 5 years since he's taken on his duties, bout 7 or so since everyone he loved died, and he's transformed as little as possible, but let's say he's around 24ish, give or take, idk I want an older Danny. Point is, clockwork decides it's time to intervene again. He pulls a few strings with his buddy Lady Gotham, who has a depressed kinda ghost of her own and hey, if her kid can become friends with the king then all the better right? Don't worry she won't interfere much... that's clockworks job anyways.

Fuck I hate leaving things like this but I'm falling asleep so I'll try to continue this idea later ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#dead on main #danny phantom #dc x dp #red hood #it will become relevant i promise #ghost king danny #clockwork #dannys family dies #jason todd #hiw the fuck do you tag???#ill add more as i remember #hopefully #mine #lol i guess

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analogwriting · 1 month

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Chatper 16: Harts

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 3k a/n: not me just realizing how close to the end we are lmfao first|next

After your talk with Pops, you had a whole new slew of things to think about. On one hand, you were glad to know a little more about your mother and father. The man that Pops had described, it wasn’t your father, but it was the man he used to be. Now that you thought about it, you could’ve swore you remembered him like that once. But, they were much like the memories of your mother; distant and not quite sure if it’s a fabrication or not.

You honestly still couldn’t believe their love story was nearly identical to yours. Part of you wondered if maybe it wasn’t Fate playing her cards, but your mother helping you to have some kind of peace from beyond the grave. Maybe she saw what your father was about to do, so she decided to soften the blow. Either way, you were glad Corazon was in your life now. You weren't sure if you would've been able to pull through this otherwise.

He just had this natural way of keeping you grounded. Despite his clumsiness, he kept you calm.

On the other hand, more questions popped up. The main one being - why? Why did your father decide to tell you everything? Why did he admit that he'd been the bad guy the whole time? He could've let Crocodile and Doflamingo do the dirty work and played the innocent card. He could've gotten off scot-free, so why admit everything?

You wondered why he would decide not to just cut you off sooner, but you supposed he needed your ties to take over the hospital. He knew he couldn't just storm the place; too many people had already tried that and failed. He went the round about way to get to you. So, you knew he feared you. There was nothing you could do, however. You signed over the hospital, it was legally theirs.

“I can hear you thinking from inside,” Corazon said as he stepped onto the back patio with you. Pops had wanted to talk to Corazon alone for whatever reason. You thought the blond man was going to pass out when you left. The panicked look in his eyes told you everything, but you reassured him it would be just fine.

While you waited, you decided to grab something small to eat and wait outside. You hadn’t really eaten anything in the past week, so you knew you wouldn’t be able to eat a lot and since you'd been cooped up in the dark for so long, you figured some sunlight would do you good.

“What did Pops want?” you asked, looking at him. You could already somewhat guess. It was like this whenever you or Marco started dating someone.

He paled, shaking his head and a shrug. “Nothing, really.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Doesn't look like nothing. Lemme guess, the typical dad routine of ‘what are your intentions with my child' and all that jazz? Maybe some threats?” A sly grin spread across your face.

The man signed, nodding. He knew he couldn’t keep anything from you. You would either figure it out or he’d just end up telling you anyway. “Yeah…”

You laughed, shaking your head. You were so lucky to have Pops. You supposed your father hadn't really filled the role in a very long time. At least you had someone in your corner that you could rely on. Pops had always treated you the same way he treated Marco. He was really your father when you boiled it down. You were sure your father hated you for that too. He had always seemed fine with it, but now it was clear he resented you for it.

“What were you thinking about?” It was clear Corazon was trying to change the subject and also stop you from whatever down spiral that your thoughts were trying to form.

“Trying to figure out why Anthony bothered to tell me anything. He could've just played the innocent card, but he didn't. He severed all ties.”

“Maybe he was banking on the psychological damage being enough to take you out permanently. After all, that place is your life's work and he knew that. He knew you'd fight tooth and nail for it. So, he made you rethink your life and then threatened those you care about.” Corazon frowned, shaking his head. “You said he saw you ‘weak’ like your mother, so perhaps he thought that this would all be enough to mentally break you beyond repair.”

You just stared at him for a moment, your eyebrows slightly raised. You weren’t expecting such an accurately sounding answer. “I suppose he's still in the business, so I shouldn't expect anything less.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Ugh, I was so foolish and naive,” you grumbled.

Corazon sat next to you on the patio bench, wrapping his arms around you. “Don't go blaming yourself. How were you supposed to know your own flesh and blood was going to betray you like that?”

You sighed, looking at him. “I suppose you're right. And I mean, your own brother shot you, so I guess I was let off easy.” You placed your hand on his torso where the bullet went through. You frowned. “Why do families suck?” You groaned again.

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your head. “Well, I wouldn't say all families, but our blood relatives ended up being the worst, that's for sure.”

You looked up at him, smiling. “I suppose you're right. It’s just like that old saying. ‘Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb’ or whatever. Just cause you're related by blood doesn't mean anything. Pops and Marco have shown me more love than my father ever did and I know for a fact they'd never do to me what he did.” You sighed, leaning into Corazon.

“That's true. And there's something a little more special about found family than blood relatives.”

“It's better to be like, ‘I love you cause you're a goofball’ instead of ‘I love you only because we share blood.’” You shook your head with a small smile. “More genuine, I guess.” You shrugged, settling into the man next to you and closing your eyes.

Man, you wished this moment could last forever. The weather outside was perfect, not too hot or cold. A slight breeze that wasn't too much and provided just the right amount of coolness. There was an air of tranquility and you had no doubt that Corazon brought that with him.

For a moment, you were content with the outcome of things. Sure, everything you loved and cared about fell apart, but it felt like it was going to be okay as long as you had the man next to you. It's not like there was anything you could really do anyway. You signed papers and it was all legal. You were starting to come to terms with it. It sucked, yes, but you’d be able to live on.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“What is your legal last name? Is it the same as Whitebeard’s?” You sat up, looking at him for a moment. “Yes. It is. Why?” You tilted your head to the side slightly.

“As in, you changed your government name to his last name?” You nodded again, not seeing what he was getting at. “And I'm assuming it was that name that you bought the hospital with as well.” You nodded once more. Just what was he getting at? Were you dense for not understanding right now?

“When you signed the papers, which last name did you sign with?”

You thought for a moment then it hit you. Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. You'd been so caught up with your past coming back to bite you in the ass, that you'd signed with your father's last name. Not with what it legally was now. “I signed it with Anthony's last name,” you whispered, still in disbelief yourself.

A slow, sly grin appeared on Corazon’s face. “So, I guess we can say that legally those papers are null and void. They aren't worth anything. The hospital is still yours.”

You were just staring at him, your eyes wide. Your brain was spinning with this new information. This new sliver of hope. You could honestly cry. This was the ace in the hole that you needed. Excitement and joy blossomed in your chest.

You reached up, taking his face in your hands. “You're a genius. I don't know what I'd do without you,” you mumbled, kissing him hard. He didn't make any startled noises this time, only kissing you back. You slipped into his lap, straddling him. He slowly sat back as you pushed him into the side of the bench. You let out a small, breathy moan as you felt his hands squeeze your thighs.

You heard the click of the balcony door, signaling that someone was coming outside. Dammit, Marco. You jumped, quickly removing yourself from Corazon's lap and pulling him upright. He let out a small noise of disappointment. You straightened yourself up and then went to straighten up the man next to you when you noticed the glazed, almost drunk look to him.

He was frowning in a small pout and you couldn't help but chuckle. “I'm sorry,” you whispered. He let out a small huff, shrugging. “It's fine,” he mumbled.

You kissed his cheek, heart still racing. “Just wait until I finally take you to mine,” you whispered in his ear as Marco joined the two of you on the patio. You watched with amusement as Corazon's face turned even more red and he shifted in his seat.

“Am I interrupting?” Marco narrowed his eyes at the two of you. It was clear that he was just hoping to catch the two of you so he’d have some blackmail. Shithead. Though, you’d do the same thing just to mess with him.

“Not at all. Cora was just giving me the best news I've heard all week.” You grinned widely as you crossed your legs, Marco cocking an eyebrow.

“Which is…?”

“He pointed out the fact that I signed my name as y/n l/n.” Marco looked confused, just as you had. “I don't-” Seems that the both of you were dense. Truly the same person and siblings at heart.

“Marco. What the hell is my name?” You looked at him with a droll expression as if you hadn't been in the same boat five minutes ago.

“I'm still not- OH.” Realization hit him like a freight train and you watched it in real time. After all, he’d been there when you changed your name. His face lit up, his grin growing wide. “So those documents don’t mean shit?” You nodded, your grin mirroring Marco’s.

“Single handedly saving the hospital, huh?” Marco looked at Corazon who turned red. “I-I don’t know about all that,” he mumbled.

You looked at him, patting his leg. “C’mon, love. Give yourself credit. You pulled me out of my head and gave us our biggest ray of hope.” Though, the moment you called him ‘love’, his brain seemed to short circuit and his face was almost glowing with how red he was. You’d have to keep that pet name if it riled him up this much, it was cute.

You just loved teasing him in general. It was easy and he was so adorable.

“Well, what’s the plan now, then?” You looked over to Marco, sighing. That was the part you were having difficulty with. “I’m not sure. I don’t even know how the hospital is fairing.” You hadn’t done anything in regards to the hospital. You haven’t even checked on your staff. You felt awful for just ditching them.

Marco shook his head with a sigh. “Probably because someone won’t replace their phone.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together. “The hell does that even mean?” Yeah you hadn’t replaced your phone yet. You didn’t really need to. Everyone you cared about was under your roof and you had figured everyone else was fine without you.

“Good news is that they didn’t change the camera systems.”

You stared at him for a moment before it hit you. Your eyes widened. “They didn’t?” You shook your head, scoffing in disbelief. “Dumbasses.” You grinned, looking to Marco and holding out your hand. This was good. This was so good.

He handed you his phone before leaning back in his chair.

“I’m confused,” Corazon said, looking between the both of you.

You looked at him and smiled. After grabbing Marco’s phone, it instantly recognized you, your face unlocking it. Of course both you and Marco could unlock each other’s phones with your faces and fingerprints as well as pins and passwords. You didn’t keep anything from each other, after all. Besties for life.

After clicking on a few things and logging in to a security app, you handed the phone to Corazon. He took it, looking at the screen. You watched his face as it took him a moment to process what he was looking at. “Wait, is this the hospital?”

“Damn right.” You grinned, feeling the excitement building back up.

“You still have access to the security cameras?” You nodded, chuckling. You pointed to the phone. “Press the button with the biohazard sign.” He did and he blinked. “This is…”

“Yep. That’s the underground hospital. We have access to it all. They won’t be able to see what hit ‘em.” You grinned widely up at him, excitement showing in your eyes as the man looked at you. You technically still had the hospital and now the secret key to help you sneak around.

“You’re going in there?” Concern and worry washed over his features and you frowned. “Well, yeah. What else am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know…get the authorities involved?”

You frowned deeply. “You know just as well as I do that they won’t do anything to help. They’re incompetent and lazy. And, they are probably being paid off already by the families to stay out of it, so we don’t have a choice. I’m going to have to go in.”

You took the phone back, looking through the cameras. “Besides, I don’t think Doflamingo, Crocodile, or Anthony are there. I would assume it’s all their lackeys.”

“I can go in and silently take them all out without so much as raising an eyebrow. It’s just a matter of which side I should tackle first for the best advantage.”

“If you’re going, so am I.”

At Corazon’s words, you shook your head. Oh, how you admired his determination. “Absolutely not. You’ve already been shot once because of me.” You weren’t about to let it happen again. Besides, he was still healing from his injury. He might not show it too much, but you could tell that sometimes it made him uncomfortable.

“You shouldn’t go in alone. I have experience, let me help.”

“Did you forget who I am? All that I’ve done?”

“That was years ago.”

“Did you not see what I did a few days ago?”

Corazon went silent, a small pout to his face. It was clear that he didn’t like the idea of you being in a dangerous situation, but he couldn’t argue with you. “I never lost my edge. The only difference now is that I have people to protect that I care about. If I go in by myself, it’s easier for me to sneak around and not have to worry about anyone else getting hurt because of me.”

“I’m going to let the two of you talk this out. I’m heading inside to let Pops know.” You looked at Marco, nodding as he left.

You took Corazon’s face in your hands. “I know you’re worried. But I have to do this. Not just for me but for so many people.” You kissed him softly before resting your forehead on his. “I promise that I’ll make it out of there. Just fine.”

The man before you frowned, clearly still not okay with this. “I just…can’t lose you. Especially not when I finally have you.”

You sighed softly, wrapping your arms around him and he did the same with you. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get the hospital back, fuck everyone up so bad that they never bother us again, and then we’ll live happily ever after.” You pulled away, smiling at him. “And I’ll give you the best shag of your life too.” You snorted, grinning.

Worry still consumed his features. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to be satisfied until everything was over and you were actually safe. “Is it a lot to ask to let go of the past?”

You watched him for a moment. “It’s too late now. You’ve already given me hope and a way to get my life back in order. But after. After I’m going to let it all go, okay?” You kissed his head. You were wondering why he was suddenly against you going. He had given you the information you needed in the first place? Was the situation just settling in?

“I still don’t understand why you won’t let me-”

“Rosinante.” His eyes widened slightly at your tone of voice. “Let’s be honest. It’s been so long since you’ve been in the scene. And you’re incredibly clumsy.” He frowned at your words, but didn’t argue. He pouted like a pet being told no. You couldn’t help but also frown. “I’m sorry. I just can’t have you getting hurt because of me again.”

He nodded, groaning. “Fine. I know there’s no stopping you once you’ve made up your mind.” You smiled up at him, kissing his nose. “It’s going to be just fine. It’ll be over before you know it.”

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#not marco once again cock blocking #bastardo #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #donquixote rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #corazon x you #rosinante corazon #corazon x reader #corazon #rosinante #rosinante x reader #i have also given up on the whole posting at 2am thing #fuck it we posting whenever #am fics #sc

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vxctorx · 4 months

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The Talented Mr. Ripley Sentence Starters

feel free to change the pronouns

"If I could just go back. If I could rub everything out… starting with myself."

"To my ear, jazz is just noise. Just an insolent noise."

"I can tell you, the _______ name opens a lot of doors."

"I have so much luggage, and you’re so, um, streamlined. It’s, you know, humiliating."

"We’re partners in disguise."

"Hello. Uh, well, I knew you…so I suppose you must have known me."

"I’ve been looking all over for you. Where’ve you been hiding?"

"Did you suddenly forget where I lived?"

"I’m despicable, but I love you."

"Everybody should have one talent. What’s yours?"

"Nobody should have more than one talent."

"It’s too much! You’re making all the hairs on my neck stand up."

"I’m never going back."

"To actually hire somebody to come all the way here to drag me back home– Got to be a little insane, hasn’t he?"

"Call him, if you can find a telephone that works, and tell him wild horses wouldn’t drag me back to him."

"Boats are female. Everyone knows you can’t call a boat after a man."

"I can’t write and I can’t spell. It’s the privilege of a first-class education."

"Now that you’re a double agent and we’re gonna string my dad along, what if we were to buy a car with your expense money?"

"You’re breaking my ribs!"

"I love the fact that you brought Shakespeare with you but no clothes."

"Anyway, just wear some of my stuff. Wear anything you want. Most of it’s ancient."

"Without the glasses, you’re not even ugly. I don’t need them because I never read."

"It means we’ve never shared a bath, and I’m cold. Can I get in?"

"Stop telling me what an incredible time you’re having."

"He wants me to reassure him that you’re going to be home by Thanksgiving."

"You’ve got to get a new jacket. Really. You must be sick of wearing the same clothes."

"I love how responsible you are. My dad should make you chief accountant or something. Or when I take over, which is never, I will."

"Oh, God, don’t you want to fuck every woman you see just once?"

"Would you get undressed in your own room?"

"I was just fooling around. Don’t say anything. I was just fooling around."

"You, uh, stay at _______’s house, you eat _______’s food, you wear his clothes, and his father picks up the tab."

"The thing with _______ ... It’s like the sun shines on you, and it’s glorious. And then he forgets you and it’s very, very cold."

"When you have his attention, you feel like you’re the only person in the world. That’s why everybody loves him."

"How can it take an hour to find an ambulance?!"

"I don’t know why people say this country is civilized. It isn’t. It’s fucking primitive!"

"You don’t have to clean up! Really!"

"You’ve been so good to me. You’re the brother I never had. I’m the brother you never had. I would do anything for you."

"She came to me for help. She needed money. I didn’t help her."

"I’m not going to say anything, to the police or anybody. It’s a secret between us, and I’ll keep it."

"You could hardly expect this to go on forever."

"You said it yourself. It’s my dad’s money you’re spending."

"I’m suddenly quite happy to be going back."

"Do you even like jazz, or was that for my benefit?"

"I’ve gotten to like everything about the way you live. It’s one big love affair."

"I figured-Now, just for argument’s sake, say I got a place. Or say we split the rent on a house."

"Yesterday, you’re ogling girls on the terrace. Today you’re getting married?! That’s absurd!"

"You love me. You’re not marrying me."

"I don’t love you."

"To be honest, I’m a little relieved you’re going. I think we’ve seen enough of each other for a while."

"You can be a leech! You know that! And it’s boring. You can be quite boring!"

"The funny thing is, I’m not pretending to be somebody else, and you are. I’ve been absolutely honest with you about my feelings, But you-"

"First of all, I know there’s something. That evening, when we played chess, for instance, it was obvious."

"Oh, sure. No, no! It’s too dangerous for you to take on. Oh, no, no. We’re brothers! "

"You follow your cock around like a-And now you’re getting married! No, I’m bewildered. Forgive me."

"Who are you? Some third-class mooch? Who are you? Who are you to say anything to me! Who are you to tell me anything!"

"Actually, I really, really do not want to be on this boat with you. I can’t move without you moving."

"I’m gonna kill you! Kill you! You’re dead!"

"There’s a side to him when our heads are on the pillow, I know no one else sees, that’s so tender."

"The truth is that if you’ve had money your entire life, either you despise it, or you’re only truly comfortable around other people who have it and despise it."

"I look at you and I see her face. And I can’t- No matter what I’m feeling towards you–"

"But will you meet me tomorrow? Just to say goodbye properly, you know, in the daylight, so it’s not just this. You should always save pain for daylight."

"Last time you didn’t know your ass from your elbow. Now you’re giving me directions. That’s not fair. You probably do know your ass from your elbow."

"I won’t count on you anymore. Whatever it is you’ve done or haven’t done, you’ve broken my heart. That’s one thing I know you’re guilty of."

"You’re much more like the son my father wanted."

"I realize you can change the people, change the scenery, but you can’t change your own rotten self."

"I’m haunted by everything I’ve done and can’t undo."

"I’m delighted, contrary to rumor, that you’re still in one piece."

"By the way, officially there are no Italian homosexuals. Makes Michelangelo and Leonardo very inconvenient."

"Well, whatever you do, however terrible, however hurtful, it all makes sense, doesn’t it, in your head. You never meet anybody who thinks they’re a bad person."

"Don’t you just take the past and put it in a room in the basement, and lock the door and never go in there? And then you meet someone special, and all you want to do is toss them the key. Say “Open up. Step inside.” But you can’t. Because it’s dark, and there are demons."

"I keep wanting to do that. Fling the door open. Just let the light in, clean everything out."

What a waste of lives and opportunities. I’d pay that fellow $ 100 right now to shut up!"

"You know, people always say that you can’t choose your parents, but you can’t choose your children."

"I loved you. You may as well know. I loved you. Maybe it’s grotesque of me to say this now, so just write it on a piece of paper or something, and put it in your wallet for a rainy day."

"When you see where you live from a distance, it’s like a dream, isn’t it?"

"You know, seeing you again, I–I’ve thought about you, so much."

"I’m gonna be stuck in the basement, aren’t I? That’s my... Terrible…and alone…and dark. And I’ve lied…about who I am…and where I am. Now no one will ever find me."

"I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody, than a real nobody."

"You’re not a nobody. That’s the last thing you are."

#[ if any of you enjoyed watching Saltburn i highly recommend this film. saltburn was basically a rip off of this one ]#[ also reblog this so i can send you these lol ]#The Talented Mr. Ripley #Sentence Starters #; mine

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behindthewanderlust · 2 years

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Hello! You popped up on my feed and I see you don't seem to have any requests yet, so I decided to try and help fill the requests void a little bit! ♡

Could I get some headcanons for the band with an s/o who loves affection, but rarely initiates it because they don't wanna bother anyone so sometimes they just kinda sit somewhere quietly for a while until the band members figure out the deal is? Thanks in advance!

Thank you SO much for sending in my first request. I’m still learning how to write these four, so I apologize if it isn’t the best.

This came out later than I wanted. Tumblr deleted the post and I had to rewrite some things T-T

But it’s here! I apologize for the wait

Hope you enjoy!!

Possible trigger warning for mentions of anxiety

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Russel Hobbs

As much as he loves affection, Russ enjoys having his personal space

You knew this, and were afraid that your affection may be making him feel uncomfortable or annoyed

You started to withdraw from Russ in an attempt to make him more comfortable in your relationship. You initiating kisses, hugs, cuddle sessions, etc., was far and few in between

He's not the most clingy guy so he wouldn't notice your behavior at first.

He just assumed that you were just like him!

As time went on, though, he began to pick up on something that was going on

Always a firm believer in communication, Russ would sit you down and ask you why you've been initiating less and less, if he's done anything to make you uncomfortable, and all that jazz.

Once he found out your reasoning, he hugged you tight

He told you that his misses your affection

And that just because he isn't one who wants to be touched 24/7, it doesn't mean he doesn't want your affection at all

Reassures you that although he does enjoy time to himself, it doesn't mean you're annoying or bugging him in anyway!

The two of you came up with a plan to communicate better so a situation like this wouldn't pop up again

He'd make sure to tell you if he wasn't up for contact so you'd be less worried about bothering him

You also promised to come to him if you felt this way, instead of withdrawing

When you two finished talking, he invited you to grab a bite to eat :)

Probably the most clingy and affectionate out of all members

Bc of this, he'd pick up on what was going on quickly

May not know the exact reason for your withdrawal, but immediately notices you doing it

Confusion pops up first, followed by anxiety

He thought your relationship was going pretty well..?

He began to wonder if you weren't feeling well

Or if you weren't in the mood for physical touch

Or if you had been tired recently

Or if he did something to make you upset

Or if you didn't like holding him anymore

Or if you fell out of love with him

Or if-

Okay okay I'll stop but the point is, 2D does nothing but overthink the situation

He'd probably (unknowingly) start to initiate less and less himself!

Which would probably leave you confused

Now you're both confused and overthinking messes

You'd probably be the one who starts the conversation

Asking him why he's been looking so anxious and deep in thought recently

And then he just spills

Asking if he did something to make you upset

Why you've withdrawn from him

If you still even love him

And you immediately feel bad because you withdrew initiation because you didn't want to be a bother

And now he's upset!

It felt like a complete and total backfire on your end

You explained to him that you didn't want to bother him, so you started to initiate contact less

And he just looks at you like "WHAT???"

You already know how affectionate 2D is, so he's quick to knock those thoughts out your head

He just latches onto you and doesn't want to let go

He loves holding you

He loves when you hold him

He makes sure to repeat this over and over to you

He doesn't want you feeling like you're a bother

He needs you and your affection

Noodle

I hc her to be extremely observant

I feel like you have to be if you grew up the way she did

So l'd imagine she'd be the quickest out of all the members to catch on to what you were doing

And why you were doing it

She just didn't know how to bring it up without sounding confrontational

It was a conversation topic she did have to sit on for a few days

She did feel more and more lonely each day she didn't talk to you about what was going on

Noodle missed the hugs and cuddles :(

Don't get me wrong, she still gave you her love and affection, it just didn't feel right without you doing the same

She decided to talk to you during one of your movie nights

You had sat on the opposite side of the couch instead of sitting next to her like you usually do

So Noodle walked over to sit next to you

She told you she's noticed you initiating less contact

And that she assumes why you're doing it

And you confirm her assumptions - you don't want to be bother

Her face softened when she found out she was right

She felt awful knowing you were afraid of bothering her

The whole conversation was basically Noodle asking you questions

How long have you felt this way?

Was there anything I did or said to make you feel like you were a bother?

Why didn't you come to me about this earlier?

Bare with her, she hates seeing you feel this way

You answered all her questions thoroughly, apologizing for withdrawing

She asked for you to communicate with her more and come to her when you feel like this, which you agreed to

You asked her for some cuddles while you watched your movie and Noodle agreed, suddenly remembering that it was your movie night Imao

Murdoc Niccals

Murdoc isn’t the most affectionate guy

It just something he wasn’t used to

So you’re the one who initiated most of sfw contact

You learned that he didn’t like being affectionate in front of the band

So contact was mostly kept in his room or in the Winnebago

He found out he liked cuddling. He liked when you played with his hair

But he wouldn’t initiate it, that was on you

He would sometimes drop hints that he wanted to be hugged and you would pick up on it

He was finally comfortable enough to hold your hand

And he’d sometimes ask you to sit next to him while he played his bass

Since you mostly initiated, Murdoc noticed when you started to withdraw from him

Cue the internal panic

He hasn’t had many good things in life

Your relationship is probably his first serious one

And he’s afraid of fucking it all up

Not one to beat around the bush, he’s quick to confront you

He asks you not to leave him

And you’re like, “what makes you think I’m leaving??”

You’re told that you’ve been withdrawing a lot, so he assumed you were done with him

You tell Murdoc that you aren’t leaving, you just initiated less because you didn’t want to bother him

He has this “ohhhh” moment or realization

He appreciates you not wanting to make him uncomfortable

But he still misses you

He told you that he’s fine with being touched

And that he wouldn’t mind you doing it again

In fact, he wishes things would go back the they way they were

You picked up on the fact he was trying to say he missed your affection without directly saying it

You apologized for withdrawing and he accepted it, you only had good intentions

He told you that he’d try to be more affectionate

And you said you’d do the same

It did take some time for things to go back to the way they used to be though

You still had the lingering feeling that you were bothering him, despite knowing that wasn’t the case

And it took him some time to be more affectionate but he did put the work in

The two of you appreciated the effort the other was putting in

The day he asked you to cuddle with him is what made all the work worth it

It was like you both reached a new step in your relationship

It definitely took some time, but you both got there with enough determination <3

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That’s it for my first request! I hope it was good! Writing this was definitely a challenge, but it was a welcome one <3

Again, thanks for sending the request in!

#2d gorillaz #gorillaz fanfiction #murdoc gorillaz #murdoc niccals #noodle gorillaz #russel gorillaz #russel hobbs #2d x reader #murdoc x reader #russel hobbs x reader #noodle x reader #gorillaz fanfic #gorillaz headcanons

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faeriekit · 3 months

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Hiya! For your WIP tag game, I’d love to see 1,2 and/or 8! Love me some dp crossover right now 😍

Tall order! Let me see:

(Drake Manor)

“Oh,” Robin greets, a little of his exuberance…muted. Tim pouts. Danny ruins everything. “I didn’t know you were coming, or else I would have brought another gift! Danny, right? How have you been?”

Danny rolls his eyes, but comes over to the door. In the same way Robin’s dressed down for the holiday, Danny’s dressed up; instead of his usual tee and hoodie combination, he has on a real sweater on over his jeans. For whatever reason, it has little green ghosts knitted into the repeating pattern.

“You don’t have to bring anything for me. I’m not even Jewish,” Danny points out. “As long as the squirt gets something, I think you win. Welcome back; I hope you like somewhat burnt brisket. I think his mom got a little too enthusiastic with the oven.”

“Your disrespect is audible and unwelcome!” Mom calls from somewhere else in the house. Tim isn’t exactly sure where.

Robin’s face does something where he can’t tell if he thinks the scenario is really funny or super weird. “Joining for the holidays?”

“Beats watching my Mom and Dad get into a no-holds-barred screaming match about whether or not Santa Claus is real or not,” Danny grumbles, peeved. And then, realizing: “Oh, Tim. Jazz says hi.”

Oh, that’s nice. Tim hasn’t talked to her since she and Mom got into an argument about whether Tim ‘needed’ a therapist or not. Tim isn’t sure why. He’s pretty sure he’s fine.

2. untitled WIP that I genuinely haven't thought of a working name of yet

“Your you,” the kid continued proudly, pleased beyond measure. “I ate your piece!”

Tim takes a deep breath. The deep breath will not prevent him from losing his shit, but it will help.

Okay. A very small child ate his spleen. He will be so normal about that. He will be normal about that if it kills him.

“Can you explain,” Tim asks, in a tone that’s not not the voice of exaggerated patience Janet Drake used to use on investors who crossed her, “Why you ate my spleen?”

“It mine now! And now no more…no more new people,” the kid continues, wiping his face on Tim’s former blanket cape. It’s probably a self soothing gesture. It mostly looks like the kid is trying to clean his face off, which is gross. “‘Cause…tube babies. No new babies.”

…And the solution was somehow eating an internal organ, Tim guessed, failing to understand the logic. But. He had some pretty good guesses about Ra’s favor of him meant when tacked onto this new mention of tube babies. Considering that Damian had been a former occupant of an artificial womb, and Ra’s’d had access to Tim’s genetic material…

“What did it taste like?” Tim dared to ask, having run out of other questions to occupy the boy with.

“Bad!” Danny chirped.

Great.

3. At the time you asked this I'm pretty sure it was already Superboy instead of Demon!AU? Anyway, here's some future Blister Pack fic:

Conner hums, pleased. “You’d eat more.”

Is he blushing?? Tim better not be blushing. He’s not thinking about—he’s not thinking about how Conner wants him to eat more. How that means Conner’s been thinking about how much Tim eats. It doesn’t mean anything. He’s just…observational. That he pays attention, when they’re huddled up on Tim’s bed working to enable mass data destruction and corporate warfare.

It’s fine!! It’s so normal. They’re friends, even, apparently! Friends do that! Tim should not be blushing.

“If you were a villain?” Conner asks, and it takes a second for Tim to figure out where they were in a line of conversation.

“Oh!” Tim realizes. “Kon didn’t tell you that? I have, like, a whole future evil timeline and everything. There’s a gun, we take over the world—it’s, like, a whole deal. I had to defeat myself to save the wo—you know what? It’s not important. It was just. Bad.”

Conner looks at him. His head tilts, as if he could get a better measure of him if he just changed the angle. “Hm,” is all he says, blue-green eyes focused.

It is not a disapproving hm. If anything, it sounds…

Tim is going to die of blood loss if all of the hemoglobin in his body keeps shifting up into his face. “Anyway!” he cuts the conversation off brightly. Since we’re not planning corporate sabotage anymore, want to try a movie? You, me, some corn nuts?”

Conner nods. The small smile on his face makes Tim’s stomach flip-flop with emotions he is not going to name.

“Sure.”

#tw cannibalism #Blister Pack #Drake Manor #a secret third thing that is so far unnamed

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underforeversgrace · 5 months

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healing the wounds we hid - 6

title: healing the wounds we hid

Finally, the sequel to broken trust and the wounds hidden behind! (Refresh here on AO3 or here on Tumblr)

Story Summary: Now that his father knows, Danny's life is changing for the better. Jack encourages him to let his friends and the rest of the family into his small word. Unbeknownst to Danny, Jack is secretly worried about how Maddie will react to the news upon her return to Amity - and how to confront Vlad once Jack learns his true identity. Amidst it all, an enemy lurks and plots their revenge.

Chapter 6 of 11: Lying to You

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Jack heard Sam’s laughter as he hung up the phone, before the trio joined him in the kitchen. She seemed to be teasing Danny and Tucker about something, though Jack had no idea what. He smiled anyway. The two had become commonplace figures again in the Fenton home over the past week and Jack loved seeing the changes it brought to Danny. He smiled more, laughed more, even when he wasn’t around them. Even as Phantom he had more quips and grins.

As much as it pained him to know his son had been practically suicidal less than three months ago, it gave him immense joy to see Danny recovering from his depression and isolation so easily.

Jack resisted the urge to touch the bruises aching around his neck from Vlad’s hands as he wondered if Vlad would ever be able to recover the way Danny had.

“You two staying for dinner?” Jack asked, banishing the thoughts of Vlad from his mind.

“Is it okay if we do?” Sam asked.

“I’d like them here, at least while I talk to Jazz.” Danny added.

“You two know you’re always welcome here!” Jack said boisterously.

The three grinned and settled into their seats. They passed a look between them and the mood sobered.

“Actually, Dad, I need to talk to you before Jazz gets home?” Danny said, fidgeting in his seat. Tucker wrapped his arm around Danny’s shoulders, giving him a comforting squeeze before letting go.

“Sure, kiddo,” Jack said, settling into the remaining empty seat. He’d have to remember to get one of their spare chairs when Jazz arrived.

“So, uh, we discovered something at school today,” Danny said. The tone of it left no doubt within Jack that it was related to ghosts and not at all with their classes.

“Are you alright?” Jack asked. That was always the first thing he always asked these days.

“I am. I’m just, uh… a bit more ghostly than I realized?”

Jack shrugged and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, letting Danny continue at his own pace.

“Dude, you know he isn’t going to care, in like, a bad way,” Tucker said.

“Trust me, as someone who recently found out you’re half ghost - this is so low on the totem pole for us in terms of new things we’ve learned, it barely registers.” Sam agreed.

“I know! I’m not scared or anything. It’s just… it’s still hard to be open with ghost stuff, y’know?”

“Danno,” Jack said, keeping his voice soft. “Talk to me.”

“We realized I’m able to eat emotions.” Danny admitted.

“Oh. Uh, okay. I’m sure we can watch a lot of sad shows or those scientifically inaccurate shows that make me mad, to make sure you’re getting enough… sustenance? Jazz has always been easily spooked by horror movies, anyway.” Jack said, trying to think of all the ways to safely bring up emotions of fear, anger, and sadness.

“Huh?” Danny said.

“Positive emotions, Mr. Fenton,” Sam piped up, rolling her eyes at Danny. “We realized Danny’s been eating less human food since the three of us found out the truth. He’s spending more time with all of us - who feel positive emotions about him - and he’s been unknowingly absorbing it.”

��Oh!” Danny said, finally understanding the miscommunication. “I’m not like Spectra, who eats negative feelings. I’m the opposite. I guess I just never realized it because I was pushing everyone away.”

“Or it’s a new ghost ability,” Tucker added. When Sam and Danny looked at him in confusion, he shrugged. “Danny, you’ve already told us you’ve occasionally gained new ghost abilities. It might be new.”

“I hadn’t considered that,” Danny frowned. “I don’t know if -“

He was cut off by the sound of the front door slamming open. “Dad?!” Jazz called, a hint of panic to her voice. “I just saw your text, is everything okay?!” She asked, turning the corner out of breath, eyes wide as she took in the scene. She seemed to relax marginally when she saw Danny sitting there. “Sam! Tucker! It’s been so long!” She said, hugging the two of them and then Danny.

“Let me go grab one of the spare chairs,” Jack said, but Jazz stopped him before he got out of his chair.

“I’m fine standing, I’ve been sitting in class all day. So, family meeting?” She said, lingering behind Danny.

“Well, family plus Sam and Tuck.” Danny said, craning his neck slightly to look at her. “But I think you should sit down, Jazz. It’s kinda a big topic.” Danny was out of his seat before Jazz could protest, gently pushing her into the seat he’d abandoned.

“Okay?” Jazz asked hesitantly.

“Okay. Well. Uh…” Danny trailed off, sending a panicked glance to Jack.

Jack just shook his head slightly. “You’ve got this, son.”

"Is everything alright, Danny?" Jazz asked, turning in her seat to grab Danny's hand, concern painted across her face. She glanced over at Jack with an expression he couldn't read.

"So. Uh. Y’know, like, ghosts? How they're a thing?" Danny stumbled.

It took everything Jack had to not laugh at the 'are you serious right now?' look Jazz gave her brother.

Sam and Tucker, however, also saw the look and broke out in laughter.

"Hey, you try telling your sister you're half ghost! It's not easy!" Danny whined before going ramrod straight as Jazz's eyes widened. "I mean, uh, shit, uh, like… that isn't how I meant to tell you."

Jazz just smiled and stood, wrapping her arms around Danny, though she stepped off a little further to the side than necessary, completely blocking Danny from Jack’s view. A frown pulled to Jack’s face. Something about that felt… intentional?

He could only see Jazz’s back as she leaned down closer to her brother and whispered something too low for Jacks to hear, followed by Danny shouting, “You what?”

Jazz looked over her shoulder at her father, seeming to be gauging a reaction from him. He smiled at her, though he was sure she could see the confusion on his face.

“How long have you known?” Danny asked, pulling away from his sister, shocked.

Jazz shrugged, turning her attention back to Danny. “Since the Spectra incident.”

Danny groaned. “I swear to Clockwork, if Mom says she already knew when I tell her, I’m blowing something up!”

“You need an excuse to blow something up?” Tucker quipped.

“Wait,” Jack said. “Jazz, did you already know?”

Jazz sighed and turned around, wrapping her arms around herself. “Yeah. I found out by accident.”

“Dude, how in the hell do you still have a secret identity?” Tucker asked, laughing. Sam thwacked his arm, raising a finger to her lips in the universal sign of ‘shut up!’

“That’s a good question,” Danny grumbled. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you knew I was Phantom, Jazz?”

Again, Jazz watched Jack a moment before answering, and he finally realized why. Jazz had been - and still was - worried about how Jack would react. “At first, I wanted you to want to tell me. So I tried to give you space, help without it being obvious I was helping. After some time passed, though…” Jazz trailed off, biting at her lower lip. “I almost exposed your secret a few times. I’ve never been good at lying. Until this, I didn’t think anyone in this family was capable of keeping a secret. It’s why I haven’t been home a lot and signed up for all those extra classes and study groups.”

Sadness grew in Jack with Jazz’s every word. Had he and Maddie really made both of their children believe they’d hurt one of them for being a ghost? Made both of them afraid of their parents? So much so that Jazz, ever the level headed peacekeeper, who always worked to bring the family back together, decided that letting the family fracture further was the safest option?

Danny had pulled away to keep his secret safe. Jazz had pulled away because she wasn’t sure if she could keep her brother safe.

“I’m sorry,” Jack said hoarsely, staring at both of his kids - the two people he loved more than anything in this world, who he’d die for, who he’d protect until the ends of the Earth. They both looked at him in confusion, though Sam and Tucker looked at him with sympathy. They hadn’t been trusted with the truth either, so they probably understood some of what he felt.

But Jack hadn’t been trusted for much worse reasons. He hadn’t been trusted out of fear that he would torture and kill his son. “I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“Dad…” Danny said, moving around the table until he was behind Jack, patting him on the shoulder. “It’s okay.”

Jazz pressed her lips together into a thin line and said nothing. She didn’t contradict Danny, at least. They all knew this wasn’t okay, no matter how much Danny was trying to pretend it was.

“Thanks, son,” Jack said halfheartedly. “Well, now that Jazz knows, time to discuss telling the final Fenton.”

“Mom?” Jazz asked. “Are… are we sure that’s safe?”

He paused, staring at the wood grain of the table as he thought.

That had been one of the reasons he’d gone to see Vlad earlier. Maddie had to be told… and Jack needed a back up plan for if she took it poorly. To his immense relief, Vlad had agreed to help, though he had insisted the only reason he was willing to help was because he knew how brilliant Maddie was and she’d connect the dots between Danny’s accident and Vlad’s own.

If the worse came to pass, threats of child protective services being called on the Fenton home should work, and Jack would publically decimate their research as flawed and made up to discredit her or any crazy theories she may spread - including the possibility of her own son being half ghost, if she tried to go to the media with it.

Danny couldn’t leave Amity and Jack would always stay with his son. If it got too bad… Vlad was rich enough to make Maddie disappear and make it look like she left, abandoned their family and their ‘freak’ of a son.

Jack and Vlad had set several contingencies in place, and none of them would he ever admit to either of his kids. As much as it hurt him, as much as it made his heart stutter in grief, if he had to make a choice between his wife and his son, he’d choose Danny, every time.

“Everything will be fine,” Jack lied. “I was afraid at first, too, but I know Maddie, she loves you two. I have no doubt that she’ll accept you, Danno.”

A look passed between Jack and Jazz. The look in her eyes told him that she knew he was lying. The look she sent Danny after told him she’d lie and protect him too, no matter the cost.

Danny seemed to buy it, relaxing slightly at his side. “Guess we should plan how to tell her?”

“Do you want us there, Danny?” Sam asked.

“If nothing else, you can eat our good vibes!” Tucker grinned.

“I’m sorry, eat what?” Jazz asked.

“Oh, your brother recently learned he eats feelings.” Tucker said with a shrug, like it was the most uninteresting thing he'd ever heard. Despite the situation, despite learning that his daughter also feared he'd carve up Danny, Jack grinned, because his son's friends accepted him - and his secret - with open arms.

Jazz sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she took a few deep breaths. “Okay. Okay, that’s fine,” she said before grinning at Danny and ruffling his hair. Danny sent his sister a relieved grin before swatting her hand away, whining about ‘ew, sister cooties!’ and then returning his attention to his friends.

“I think I’d like you guys there for that one, too,” Danny said, his eyes lingering on Tucker and the two sharing a shy smile.

Well, Jack had always wondered which one of his friends Danny would end up dating (if not both of them), and he supposed he’d just gotten his answer.

“I’m thinking we tell her here,” Jack said, deciding he needed to give his son the talk later. Dating is dating and needs to have the talk! “Over dinner. I can disable all the ghost defenses like we did for the time we tested your powers, if you’re worried.”

Danny nodded. “That sounds like a good idea to me.”

Jack could see the fear in his son’s face and he tried to smile, tried to hide his own fear, reassuring himself that he and Vlad had a plan, had it worked out if the worst came to pass.

Danny eventually realized they needed the spare fifth seat and when Jack went to get it, said he would handle it. He was all smiles as he transformed into Phantom, flying intangibly to the other room and back, grabbing the chair. Jack was calmed by the display - his son, in front of people who accepted him, showing off his powers, showing off the thing that had made him so afraid for so long.

If anyone else besides him noticed that Danny’s ears remained slightly pointed when he reverted back to his human half, they kept it as quiet as Jack did.

The pizza finally arrived shortly thereafter and they all settled in to eat. Jack couldn’t help but smile, content as he watched the teens eat and chat. They joked around and goofed off, they talked about school. Danny’s chair was closer to Tucker’s and Jack didn’t miss the smiles the two shared as they discussed video games while Jazz and Sam discussed various activist organizations.

There was an ache deep in his bones as Jack prayed, beyond all hope, for this to become their new normal - his family restored, his son’s friends at his side. So, silently, quietly - Jack prayed.

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Agents Byte and Bit were ready when Operative O showed up, a week later as he’d said. Byte was O’s equivalent in the chain of command on the technological side.

“Byte. Bit.” Operative O greeted.

“O,” the two tech nerds greeted in unison.

“Judging by your presence, I am assuming Bit failed to restore any of the lost data?” O asked, cutting straight to the point as he scowled at Byte.

Bit shuffled slightly, moving slightly behind his boss.

“Unfortunately, when Phantom triggered an electrical surge, all electronics were fried and, as Bit has no doubt explained, we do not keep any offsite backups for security reasons. In layman’s terms - the information has essentially been burned to ash. There is nothing to be done for it,” Byte said, holding himself up straight, trying to look stern and intimidating despite being half a foot shorter than O was.

O growled. “This conversation could have been an email, then. Why did you request a meeting?”

The prosthetic hand clenched into a fist at his side as it sensed his rising anger and O tried to relax it subtly. The prosthesis was extremely experimental, fueled partially by mortal electricity and partially by ectoplasm. It was a genius construction of the two, but ectoplasm was well known for reacting to emotions - and it showed every time O had strong feelings.

Which was quite annoying in times, such as now, when O couldn’t get the fist to relax, which made him frustrated, which just caused the fist to clench tighter. This is all Phantom’s fault! O growled internally, his hatred rising as he gave up on trying to make his hand do what he wanted. He felt like he had no control over his own body, all because that stupid ghost kid had fought back.

“Because we found something else we think you might like,” Byte said, unaware of O’s internal struggle.

“Did you capture Phantom yourselves?” O asked sarcastically.

“No. But we may have an idea to help you catch it. Bit, show him,” Byte said, stepping out of the way.

“Uh, here, look, Operative O,” Bit said, sliding into his seat and pulling up… something with a lot of numbers and shorthand on it that O couldn’t interpret. “We’ve been studying Phantom since its escape. We’ve noticed some changes in the routine it follows in the weeks since the incident, and there have been a few notable ones that may benefit us.”

“Fascinating,” O drawled. “Point?”

“Well, to put it simply…” Bit said, pulling up another file, this one so simple even O could understand it, even if he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t even notice the self satisfied smirk on Bit’s face as he took in O’s shock.

“You’re sure?” O asked in disbelief, rereading the text. “How?”

“We’re not sure, but we’re guessing Phantom has enough intelligence to realize it needed help after escaping our facility and figured out how to get some.”

“And how is this supposed to help me recatch him - I mean, recatch it? This would just complicate things further.”

A devious grin crept onto Bit’s face. “Because we’re noticing Phantom’s been falling back onto this ‘support’ more frequently recently. But this help won’t be available in a few nights,” Bit explained, handing a piece of paper to O, smirking as though he’d just handed over the keys to the Ghost Zone.

And, while that wasn’t what he’d handed O, there was no denying it was a strong second prize. A rare smile crept onto Operative O’s face. “You’re sure?” He asked, glee in his voice.

“Positive,” Byte confirmed for his agent, lips curved into a cocky smile.

“Perfect. I’ll go brief K and -“ O began, cutting himself off and grimacing at his error. “I mean. I’ll go brief M and get us ready to roll, when the time comes.”

Bit and Byte looked at him sympathetically, but he ignored it - he didn’t do pity, especially pity aimed at him. He was fine.

He wasn’t the one who bled to death under tons of concrete.

O took one final look at the paper before crumpling it in his good hand.

Phantom was about to learn - the hard way - that he should’ve killed O in that blast too. And this paper was going to help O teach the freak that lesson.

#grace writes #danny phantom

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dog

…okay so i know you were probably hoping for an instance of a dog showing up but so far the best i've got is somebody dog-earing something they're reading lmao. Hope you like turtles and/or ghosts! :D

also i just realized the ask game was just the sentence it was in, not the snippet surrounding it. fuck it yall get a mini-scene with no context lmao

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"C'mon, we didn't even get here with a ghost portal, so the Guys In White don't even have any ways of figuring out what was on the other side! It'll be fine, Mom!"

Leo quirked an eyebrow over his comic book at the conversation going on a short ways away.

Maddie was sitting at the folding table with a plateful of Mikey's cooking in front of her ("You folks need to eat something that doesn't fight back, lady!") and a look of parental worry on her face. "Maybe so, but none of us have ever actually been to New York City before, Danny. We don't know our way around, and we don't know the dangers as well as we do the ones at home."

Leo dog-eared the page he was on and set the comic aside, lifting a hand for their attention. "Luckily for you, you've got the coolest, kick-butt-iest guides in town. I was thinking on going on a late-morning pizza run, anyway-" a lie, but one that sounded incredibly appealing now that he thought about it "-and I wouldn't mind Danny coming with and stretching his legs a bit."

Danny lit up, just like Leo had figured he would. With Jazz, Raph, and Mikey off somewhere talking about mental health and healthy communication, Sam and the Caseys sparring (and/or exchanging recipes? It was really unclear), Tucker and Donnie geeking out in the lab, Draxum and Splinter talking quietly with Dani, April off at school, and Jack napping off the last of his medications, the only ones left for Danny to talk to were his mom and Leo.

And while Maddie and Jack certainly loved their son, Leo knew all too well how stifling it could be to be recovering from an injury and treated like glass because of it- even by others who were just as badly hurt (and maybe even whose injuries were your fault).

Maddie blinked, glancing over at Leo. "Are you sure? How would you buy pizza, anyway, given…well…"

"This whole situation?" supplied Leo, grinning and gesturing towards himself. When Maddie nodded, Leo shrugged. "Perks of knowing a yokai in the pizza business. Danny might stick out a bit once we get there for his humanoid looks, but literally everybody there is different from everybody else. Nobody'll bat an eye, compound or otherwise."

Maddie's own eyes widened slightly, but then she caught sight of the hopeful expression on Danny's face.

Leo grinned wider. Cabin-fever boys 1, overprotective parents 0.

#rosie writes #dp #danny phantom #tmnt #rottmnt #the dp xover vision #rosie answers

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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request 1/3 (you do not need to do all of these but I'm just doing this for pizazz) wade allison - "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean." (bonus points if that first quote is y/n and the second is wade) & "i don't think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it."

YOURS AND MINE

thank you bestie! and you bet your ass i'm gonna do all of them. also, i changed. one word in prompt 4 and didn't make it y/n's jacket cause the interaction i wrote in my head was too funny not to write, so i hope that's okay lol.*muah*

4. "i don't think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it." 14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean." (from this prompt list)

you were typing away on your phone, responding to tiktok comments on a tiktok you had posted for the flyers. it was being received well, so that was a plus.

but because you were typing away, you turned the corner and totally missed wade turning the corner as well, "whoa." you gasped, almost falling if it weren't for him catching you.

"you good?"

"yeah." you smiled.

he smiled but it fell when he noticed what you were wearing, "that's mine. i've been looking for my hoodie-"

"my hoodie, you mean." you corrected.

"your's?"

"yeah."

"if i recall, this was on my side of the closet this morning."

"maybe you were so tired, you were hallucinating." you shrugged innocently.

"yeah, i'm sure that's what it was." he rolled his eyes.

"anyways, i was actually on my way to find you."

"found me." he beamed.

"you are next up in the player superlatives."

"oh, yeah, frosty was talking about it during practice."

"all good things, right?"

"only the best." he smiled.

"all right, follow me, mr. allison."

"why of course, miss y/l/n," he smirked, letting you lead him into the room where the little game would be played.

"all right, you can sit in the chair and i'll get isaac." you whipped out your phone to call your cameraman who was off on a break. it rang and rang before it went to voicemail.

your brows furrowed, "everything good?"

"yeah, isaac's not answering though."

"is that unusual?"

"a little. he usually picks up on the first ring."

"should i be concerned?" wade chuckled.

"no, you're in the clear. he's got a wife and a kid." you rolled your eyes, "it's all good. we can start without him." you made your way over to the camera and pressed a few buttons.

isaac had explained how to use the camera a couple times, but it was so long ago and you were kind of like dory. you forgot things a lot. wade knew this.

"you sure you know what you're doing?"

"not even a little," you admitted.

he stood up and made his way over, trying to figure out what you were doing, "do you know what to do?"

"he told me like two years ago, but i forget everything." you sighed, taking a step back so wade could try.

he pressed a couple of buttons but nothing happened. he took a step back and you both looked at the camera, "is there like an instruction manual or something?"

"i think so, but i don't know where it is." you ran a hand through your hair, "you know what? we have another camera. one i actually know how to use."

"why aren't you using that one?"

"because he was here before you. you're the first guy we're interviewing after our break." you pulled the other camera out of the closet and set it up.

you instructed him on how he could help then sat him back down, "ta-da!" you gave him jazz hands.

"look at you." he smirked, "now, let's get back to the task at hand. i want to go home and eat the leftovers in the fridge."

"the leftovers? who are you and what have you done to wade allison?"

"the evil hungry robot who took over wade's body." he joked, making you laugh.

"you weirdo, come on, let's get this over with so we can go home." you held a mirror up so he could fix his appearance if he wanted to.

"right, right." he fixed his hair before he gave you a thumbs up. you took a step back and pressed a button on the camera, and the red light came on, "i just want to say i don't think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it."

"okay, thanks for that." you rolled your eyes, "i have to cut that out, but for the record, i'm very good at my job, thank you very much."

"i know, i'm teasing." he blew you a dramatic kiss.

"whatever, jerk." you looked down at your notepad, "first question..."

taylor's 2.5k celly!

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boilompiz · 7 months

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Dragon oc rambles part 1 - Krovin!!!

Welp it’s about to be my birthday in like two days so it’s probably about time I post this next ramble DBFJFJ sorry again that this took forever ive been grinding on Pokémon Violet/j

Anyways Krovin

Strange Homosexual man‼️🇺🇸

a helper around the refugee camp area ig! He helps with food stuff mostly but occasionally helps with like medical stuff n all that jazz,, when he’s not doing that he’s just kinda helping individuals with whatever they may need

YET this man refuses to care for himself in the slightest like sir please sleep for more than 3 hours☹️‼️

He constantly busies himself by helping around the camp however he can when he can because,, well I mean people are losing their homes and families and it’s just a BAD TIME.

So if he can help people and make it so life is SLIGHTLY less shitty then he’s doing good,, and he’ll feel selfish and awful if he stops take care about himself for even a minute

He gets it from his childhood 😁😁 yeah I know an OC with a troubling childhood !! Who coulda seen this coming!

Basically his mother had lost her first son before having Krovin which was already bad enough,, and then her husband went and died after getting caught up in a fight during this one dragon civil war typa conflict,, as you can imagine her mental state kinda went down the drain <33

She wouldn’t leave her bed,, she wouldn’t eat, she kinda just let herself rot away in her room for like several weeks,, eventually Krovin decided to try and take care of her FOR her, so starting when he was around 13-14 all the way up until he was like 26 maybe, he’d make food, he’d make sure she bathed, he’d try to help with her all mental issues and grief and all that jazz

He even started helping around town for some extra money ‼️🔥🔥💰💰🗣 yknow to buy more food and stuff,,

No matter what Krovin did though his mom just couldn’t seem to get better,, mentally at least. Even after years and years of him trying to help her she couldn’t move on

So yeah not a good time for Krovin

Eventually his mother died from a sickness plus her age in her sleep,, which Krovin ended up blaming himself for

Did he not try hard enough? Should he have done more? Maybe he should’ve gotten more money to afford medicine ,, maybe he should’ve BEEN A BETTER SON 🗣🗣🗣🗣 sorry I love that song/j

But yeah all of that is kinda why Krovin refuses to take time to properly care for himself,, he had this mindset that if he didn’t give the whole world for someone he cares for, they’d leave, disappear, say byebye or something like that!!!!!! He’s a lil messed up!!! Traumatized man☹️☹️

Anyways when the whole unicorn takeover thing happened he volunteered to help around and stuff, he hit the jackpot with this one/J

This is when he met Norva. She’d frequently turn up with them dragon refugees and occasionally visit from time to time,, checking in on everyone n all. Krovin liked that she was strong and brave, but was also real damn upset that such a young gal had to go through this situation with everyone else,, and she actually reminded him of when he cared for his mom and that like, REALLY upset him

So during one of her visits he’d approached her and they got to talking and soon became besties ‼️‼️

As I said Krovin admired her strength and bravery, and she appreciated his help around camp,, so yeah they became pretty close. Fatherless gang!!!!/J

And that’s all I have to say about Krovin for now sorry this was such a long ramble OUGH he’s just really neat to me,, dad figure man!!!! Who doesn’t love those dad figures am I right

Anyways next ramble will be forrrrr Treya! Hopefully his ramble will come out quicker this time RDHFGCU

#dragons #dragon oc #oc #oc story #oc rambling #saviors of vanriah #krovin #he’s so messed up ^_^#punches him <3/j #Norva replacement dad/j #don’t worry he learns to care for himself eventually #if you were even worried about that!#his backstory was actually kinda inspired by The Old Sugarman Place from Bojack Horseman #blehg anyways bye !!!!4)3&:&:! I’m tired of typing

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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 1 year

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got an ask on curious cat and wanted to crosspost it here because it's trigun meta!

hihi, really really loved your thread on knives/vash and the masks they wear. it was an insightful read and i admire your grasp on vash and knives' characters! (your post-trimax kv fic is also one of my favs in this fandom, GREAT shit right there) i would be curious to hear your thoughts on vash and how he experiences/deals with his trauma in trimax (PTSD/C-PTSD, rem and tesla, guilt from the big fall, the separation between him and knives, aftermath from the July/fifth moon incidents, plant body horror and all that jazz) i know there's a lot sjdfksjh you don't have to touch on all of those points but only if ur interested ofc!

HELLO. I REALIZE YOU SENT THIS TWO WEEKS AGO. IIII UHHH FORGOT I EVEN HAD A CURIOUS CAT SKNFDKLMFKDSSD HI, SORRY!!

thanks! i'm glad you enjoyed the meta and the fic!! seriously i think i blacked out while writing "we've got to get back to that stinking garden," i was so ill about them. still am.

anyway. trauma, huh? i think i usually gloss over talking about vash's trauma only because it feels so clear to me. knives's is so easily misinterpreted for the purposes of lambasting him or woobifying him but vash wears all that pain on his sleeve. uh. literally. because of the. the arm thing. but the way he deals with it is so!! it's /so./

short answer: he runs away. all the time.

long answer: it's his coolest thematic motif because his name is "the stampede," right, a horde of animals sprinting for their fuckin lives because something behind them spooked them so bad they're going to trample everything in their path just to get away. and occasionally, when he feels he /really really has to,/ because of a sense of sheer responsibility, he runs toward the Bad Things. said bad thing is usually knives because vash believes that his brother is inherently his responsibility, and also all the guilt from the big fall. that's trauma, as you mentioned, that manifests over and over again as soul-wrenching guilt.

the reason vash fashions himself into gunsmoke's friendly neighborhood jesus figure is because he's tortured by that guilt, especially in stampede, because of that lil addition the writers made to the canon: that vash is partially responsible for letting his brother Commit Atrocities. and that's something that clearly drives him batshit insane. how can he laugh when the suffering of a whole planet sits partially on his shoulders? how can he eat when they're starving? how dare he /not/ be their meat shield over and over again when he's the reason they need one in the first place?

his trauma drives him to atone for a sin that can't really be atoned for and can't really be ascribed solely to him. he was, of course, 1 year old (mentally ~6?) when he helped knives perpetuate the fall. it's an impossible, Sisyphean endeavor, but because he's functionally immortal and never /really/ had a chance to grow up properly, he's going to fuckin try.

mf i'm running out of characters here this is evil!! anyway. i think his guilt about rem is why he develops such an, uh, oedipus complex about her that has even wolfwood thinking he's talking about a dead girlfriend. and i think with tesla he just. put her out of his mind. how the fuck do you even begin to cope with a sister dismembered and brutally killed, a sister kept in a jar, a sister you never knew you had or got the chance to love. i think vash just avoids it. it's too big, the ramifications too Much, when all he wants to do is move on and live his life.

(in contrast, nai is forever stuck in that room, in that horrifying moment. he can't escape it even as vash runs and runs and runs away.)

The same thing happens post-July. Post-fifth moon. Vash sees the horror he’s wrought (that knives has wrought) and goes. Fuck this shit i’m outta here. Fight or flight more like flight or flight even fuckin faster amirite. But knives always catches up to him in the end, is the thing—nai is the physical symbol of his trauma, the narrative vehicle for vash’s pain. He is everything that has traumatized vash made flesh. It’s part of what makes every fight between the two so gripping, imo. By overcoming knives, by putting his brother in the ground, that’s him trying to atone and appease the guilt. This is vash overcoming his trauma. Trying to, anyway.

Which is what also makes the ending of trimax so. So utterly vash. Because he says fuck this there’s another way, and it happens in a split second when he has to decide if he really and truly wants his brother dead. His trauma!! Does he want to overcome it like this!! With violence and blood and the corpse of nai rotting in the ground!!

No. the answer’s no.

He saves knives. He declares that even though nai has done all of these things to him, he still doesn’t have it in him to kill his brother. And that’s a way of coping with trauma, too, isn’t it? The declaration that you won’t let it rule you. Won’t let it dictate what you do anymore, how you live your life. It makes me so, so fuckin emotional ;-;

Anyway, thanks for the ask! Didn’t touch on the plant body horror as much because i haven’t. Uh. read enough of trimax to properly talk about all that. My reading order is a little unhinged. Hope it satisfied regardless <3

#trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trigun meta #vash the stampede

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panickedpenguin · 1 year

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I have this dumb idea I have to get out of my head. ST AU where everyone works together in a corporate office, Vecna is the big bad boss, Will his PA, Nancy does marketing, Henderson runs IT, etc. So when Robin joins the party in suits on the 16th floor, her and Steve immediately have this glaring rivalry. Robin sends out email updates of Steve's loser scoreboard and Steve does his best to ignore her while also eating her muffins and stealing her coffee mug. Everyone sees it, everyone loves it, the chemistry is real. If only they'd get together! So the party devises a plan: handcuff them together! They think it's genius in its simplicity; force the two to hang out and actually get to know eachother so that they realize they're totally already in love.

It's Eddie who ends up doing the deed, as he's the one who already owns a set of cuffs. Pretty sure he runs social media because that would be hilarious. He catches Steve and Robin in the elevator and slaps the cuffs on their wrists. He says something like, Figure it out lovebirds, but do it before Chrissy's birthday cuz I'm gonna need those back. Steve and Robin are rightfully upset and over the evening they do start bonding over their shared misery and funny coworker stories. They end up at a bar in uptown called Maxine's or Max on Wheels or something, sipping mules and being discreetly handcuffed together when Heather walks in.

Hey babe, she says, and then, Hey Steve. Robin's like wtf when Steve is just like, Oh hey Heather, what're you doing here? Heather replies, Here for my girlfriend, duh.

Steve says, Where is your girlfriend? Heather steals a cherry from the bar and gives Robin's right boob a squeeze, replies, Right here.

Steve is like, Oooohhh.

Robin is still like, wtf, How do you two know eachother?

Heather says, This is Billy's boytoy.

Robin's like, Billy HARGROVE?!! Wait, you're gay?!!

Steve shrugs, I'm not straight.

So Billy's been flirting with you all night cuz you're together. Not cuz he's a slut for a tip, Robin concludes.

Heather stands on her toes to look down the bar, saying, Where is that bitch anyway?

Robin flails out, Wait wait wait waitwaitwa-- You're dating a dude, and I'm dating Heather, and we are both very not straight, and all of our coworkers are trying to get us together?

Steve snorts and agrees, shaking his head. He takes a sip of his drink and says, I've always kinda separated work from home yknow, but I'm sure I've at least talked about Billy.

That's when Billy comes over, leans over the bartop to kiss Heather on the cheek and smiles, Hey sweetcheeks, what can I get ya?

Heather nearly screams, Get me a bottle of vodka in a sippycup cuz I think our girls are wearing handcuffs!

What? Billy lifts an eyebrow at Steve who finally moves their shackled hands from under the bar to the dim light. Him and Robin both do jazz hands and then giggle uncontrollably.

Huh, Billy says. He winks at Heather, Could get kinky.

She just rolls her eyes and fishes a handcuff key from out of her purse.

#also pretty sure harringrove have matching crown tattoos #heather might be a cop but she is definitely a badass #harringrove #steve harrington #robin buckley #heather x robin #hellcheer #because yes #also billy and max own the bar together #unless you want angst #then max is in a coma and billy named his bar in her honor #you never know

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spooniechef · 3 months

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Emergency Calories - Potato Salad (0-1 spoon)

I've been largely out of spoons lately, with weather changes, unexpected absences at work and resulting overtime, and all associated pain flares making most things difficult to impossible. I'm feeling better at the moment, so the next few posts are going to involve how I've survived the last few weeks. Because aches or no aches, we still need to eat, and UberEats is too damn expensive for all the time (especially with gluten intolerances).

Now, I've spent a good portion of my adult life fucking up potato salad. Somehow, I thought it was just ... potatoes, mayonnaise, done. Except ... not quite, apparently, because the mayonnaise would always seem to separate and it was never quite right. So I eventually started looking up recipes to find the common thread that makes other people's potato salad work when mine didn't. Took a good bit of searching, but I finally found it: vinegar. Or lemon juice - something acidic, anyway. As well as adding a certain amount of tart zinginess to the potato salad, it also seems to keep the mayonnaise creamy and smooth even when refrigeraged a few days. So while I got recipes from a lot of sources, I've never strictly used any of them, preferring to figure out the best way to do it by guess and by gosh so I can just thow everything together without thinking about it too much. So I'll give a basic overview and some notes for potential additions to jazz it up a bit. The great thing about potato salad is its versatility. Plus, potatoes are relatively cheap.

Here's what you'll need:

~2lbs (or 1kg-ish) potatoes

~1 cup mayonnaise

~1-2 tablespoons vinegar

Additions to taste (see notes)

The easiest way to do this in terms of potatoes is use baby new potatoes, cut into quarters. If you're doing anything larger, you probably want cubes about an inch square. Making sure the pieces are of uniform size is helpful. And I don't know how it is in other countries, but if you're in the UK, get more potatoes than you think you'll need. Our produce has been shit lately, and it's pretty standard to have to cut away bits of yick or just throw whole potatoes away.

Here's what you do:

Chop your potatoes and put them in to boil. Once boiled to reasonable softness (not mashable-soft, but not too firm either), drain and leave to cool and dry.

In a separate bowl, add the mayonnaise, vinegar, and whatever else you're putting into the dressing.

Add potatoes and fold until everything is fully covered.

Serve immediately and/or put in the fridge for later.

As I say, these are largely approximates because I measure it all by eye at the moment. It's pretty easy to get the hang of. Basically you want just enough vinegar to not have the mayonnaise swimming but enough to suit your tastes. And obviously you can jazz it up to suit you - here's some things that have been suggested in various recipes or just sound nice:

Hard-boiled egg

Crispy bacon bits

Dijon mustard

Chunks of dill pickle

Herbs and spices in general (paprika is usually suggested, as are chives, and obviously salt and pepper to taste, but I like adding onion salt, garlic pepper, and a little bit of celery salt)

Onions (I prefer green onions/scallions, but thin-sliced red onion can add some nice colour)

Honestly, play around with it, because potato salad is wonderfully versatile. Googling for recipes showed me that there are as many potato salad recipes as there are people, so I just left it at the absolute basics as a sort of a blank canvas to experiment on.

Potato salad lasts about five days in the fridge, and can be a meal in itself if done right, so it's great for a source of emergency calories. Enjoy!

(Oh, and side note: if you are gluten intolerant, do not try this as pasta salad. I tried to make pasta salad by the same principles and the dressing was fine but gluten-free pasta is disgusting cold. Even the good kind of gluten-free pasta. Sorry, fellow gluten-intolerants; we're going to have to stick with potatoes.)

#the spoonie chef #recipes #spoonie essentials #emergency calories

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nevarrhoe · 2 years

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mea culpa - four (m.m)

SUMMARY: "mea culpa" (exclamation - noun/legal term)

used as an acknowledgement of one's fault or error.

↪ in which matt murdock accidentally falls in love with the district attorney's daughter. (masterlist + playlist)

warnings: afab reader/fem pronouns, age gap, swearing, no explicit smut in this chapter, but arguing & angst

MINORS DNI - this has been clearly marked as having explicit content and with these clear warnings in place, you are reading this whilst being aware of said content and i bare no responsibility for what you to choose to consume. with that in mind, if someone who a) does not have their age in their bio or b) does so and is a minor, you will be blocked.

this took me far too long i'm sorry!! deadline week really hit me lmaooo and also writer's block. anyways, i hope you enjoy. and also sorry again for the end :)

-jazz xx

What was meant to be one night with Matt Murdock quickly turned into two, and then three, and then four. And then it was a week, and before you knew it, an entire month had passed. Twenty-eight days of nothing but bliss and what Matt was sure was the closest thing he had ever experienced to heaven. It was like you existed in a bubble: just you and him, locked away in his apartment, eating Chinese or fucking on every viable surface. It was nirvana in a way you had never thought existed.

He was everything you needed, in every sense: grounding and warm in conversation, with a sharp wit and dry humour. He also made you feel things you hadn’t thought possible. You figured that was the difference between the college boys you used to fuck around with, compared to a weathered man in his thirties. That fact had worried you at first - the age difference, the class difference, the everything difference - but none of it mattered when you were together. You and Matt matched each other in a weird way.

He’d spent his entire life searching for the next thing: the next case, the next bad guy to take down, the next adventure. When he was with you, he felt satisfied. There was no scratch to itch. No thirst to find something greater. He was content.

And for you, your focus was always pissing off your father. Matthew was just old enough and just enough of a good man and a good lawyer to do that. Not that you ever planned on your old man finding out about your relationship, but he provided an opportunity that felt just sexy enough to fulfil your rebellious side.

Maybe it was more than that. Maybe there was a connection. Maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want to give it too much thought. Thinking ruined everything.

“Good morning.”

Matt woke you as usual; strong arms wrapped around your waist and coarse hands roaming over your stomach. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck and pulled you towards him. It was clear what his intentions were - the same as they had been last night and every night before that.

“Morning,” you rolled over and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I would love to stay, Matthew, but my dad needs me in the courthouse at nine.”

He let out a low grumble. “I didn’t realise that you worked for him.”

“I don’t,” you grinned at his expression. “But in order for him to keep paying off my credit card, I gotta run a few errands for him every now and then. That way, I don’t have to work and…” you leant in a little closer, pressing a kiss to his ear. “You get me all to yourself, all the time.”

“Okay, yeah,” Matt huffed, pressing a hungry kiss to your lips. “I can deal with that.”

“Good,” you smiled. “So you’ll let me go?”

“What choice do I have?”

“None,” you replied.

Rolling out of bed, you scooped up the clothes that had been discarded the night before. Matt had taken you to Josie’s, and then you’d stumbled back here and resumed your usual activities. It was rare that you went out to drink in public; anywhere past Midtown was out of the question because of your friends, and Josie’s because of his. Last night, however, Foggy and Karen had both been working late so you’d had the chance to hang out there for a few hours without being seen.

You shoved your blouse into your bag and picked up a shirt of Matt’s, pulling it over your head. He didn’t protest, instead laid back in bed with his arms folded behind his head as you pitter-pattered about. It was nice to listen to.

“I’ll see you later,” you softly pushed back some of his hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Things had never been this intimate in the beginning. The first few times you’d stayed over, there was no hanging about in the morning. You would normally just up and leave - sometimes before Matt had even woken up. Then, you’d started staying for coffee, and then breakfast, and now…you never left without saying goodbye. It felt wrong.

“Or,” Matt grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back into bed. “You could just stay.”

He pressed a kiss to your lips, purposefully centring your core on top of - as it was often so eloquently put - his morning wood. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, tangling your hand in his hair. It felt impossible to get enough of him. Every time you thought he’d given it his all, he gave more. That had been why you’d kept coming back - at first, at least.

“Matthew,” you grumbled. “I can’t. I have to go, I have to shower before I get to my dad’s office-”

“- shower here,” he cut you off, lips momentarily straying from your neck. “Wear my clothes. I’m sure I have a suit that will fit you.”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Because that won’t be a dead giveaway, will it?”

Matt paused, juniper eyes seemingly finding yours for just a split second. It was a tense subject -you and him, and…well, everyone else. Your relationship would be a little more than just frowned upon. You’d probably get a bollocking from your dad and maybe a limit on your credit card but it was more than that for him. His entire career would be blown up.

“I wish…” Matt spoke, but then stopped.

“What is it, Matt?” you asked.

“I wish we didn’t have to hide,” he murmured.

That was the first time he’d ever said anything that implied your relationship was more than just a fuck: if you were just sleeping around, what was there to hide? Obviously, you hung out at his apartment but what if he wanted…more. Like dinner, and dates, and things that normal couples did. All things that were elements of a relationship built on something other than mere craving.

“Yeah,” you softly sighed. “I mean…what we can do? Sneaking around might get old but I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, it’s alright for now,” Matt replied.

For now.

–

You made it to the courtroom just after 9AM.

The weather was warm that day, so you’d opted for a little black dress (Gucci, of course) and some black heels (Chanel, stolen from your mother). All eyes were on you as soon as you entered the courtroom: that was natural, given your relation to the District Attorney, but also because you were the nicest thing to look at in a ten-mile radius. There was nothing but old men, stretched out down the corridor with their brief-cases and creepy smiles.

And then, hanging out by the vending machines, was Matt Murdock. He dared not acknowledge your presence but even just seeing him made you feel better.

“Darling!”

“Dad,” you spun around on your heel. “Good morning.”

“You’re late,” your father replied. “Where have you been? You’re late.”

“It’s 9:03.”

“Traffic,” you shrugged. “You’re lucky I’m here at all so I suggest you do not talk down to me-”

“- don’t get mouthy,” he cut you off. “Not here.”

“Fine,” you huffed. “What do you want me doing?”

He shoved a pile of folders into your hand with a fake smile. “I need you to look at the alibis for the Thomspon case. There are holes everywhere and it’s well below my pay grade to find them.”

“Holes?” you frowned.

“Yes. Holes. The defendant’s alibi is about as reliable as you after a few martinis,” he explained. “You have a law degree. I’m sure you can figure it out, sweetheart.”

“Right,” you muttered.

“Take them to my office,” he said. “One of Thompson’s attorneys will be around this afternoon to come and collect them. Tread lightly with them. They haven’t been happy with me since they realised I’ve basically got this one in the bag.”

“Another unfair win for the DA?” you innocently asked.

“A very fair win,” your father shot back. “I’m surprised they’re letting him go to court at all with the lack of evidence that they have. It’s not going to be a good day when they lose.”

Your father’s office was situated at the back of the courthouse. The man had overhauled as much as he could without the city kicking up a fuss about it being a protected landmark. The walls had been stripped and painted white, and all the furniture replaced with black leather chairs and glass desks. There was no art - no books, no pictures, nothing. He’d spent millions on it and it was somehow still alarmingly more boring than the grey rooms the attorneys, defendants and witnesses had to sit in down the hall.

That was telling, wasn’t it? Maybe your dad wasn’t in charge of funding for every last room in this place but hell. He didn’t exactly look out for the little guys. It was a wonder he kept getting voted back in. That was probably another matter of money.

Your task made for a very boring morning in a very boring place. There were hundreds and hundreds of papers to look through; testaments from witnesses, alibis from the defendant, CCTV footage that had him confirmed in what felt like twenty places at once. You didn’t have much time to go through them either, not when his attorneys were due to collect the evidence at midday.

“There’s no fucking case here at all,” you quietly muttered to yourself. Your dad had been right - for once. His lawyers were doing him dirty by letting him go to trial with every piece of evidence pointing against him.

And it wasn’t until you got to the last page that you saw his lawyer’s signature and realised who exactly those lawyers were: an M.Murdock and F. Nelson.

Fuck.

Leaning back in your chair, you glanced up at the clock: 11:58. Either Matt or Foggy would be here any second to collect the files, and you could only hope it wasn’t the one you’d been sleeping with for the last month. That would have been an awkward conversation.

But fate was a bitch, right? And you knew the second that you heard the tapping of a cane that Matt was right outside your door.

He knocked twice. Matt always knocked twice.

You stood up, brushing off your skirt and pulling open the door. “Mr Murdock - please, come in.”

Matt had you pushed up against the door the second it was closed, large hands gripping your waist and lips attacking your neck. Normally, you would have been completely there for it - there was an expensive sofa that you could fuck on right there. It was just that your mind was a little…preoccupied. And he picked up on it right away.

“Hey,” Matt frowned, hand ghosting over your cheek. “What’s up?”

“It’s uh…” you pulled back and pushed his hands off of you, moving to lean against the desk.

“Is it the way your dad spoke to you earlier?” he asked. His face was etched with concern - and maybe a little with overprotectiveness. “Because I overheard that and I didn’t like it one bit-”

“- it’s your case, Matt,” you cut him off. “I just signed off on the evidence on behalf of my dad. We’re - I mean he’s happy to take it to court but I feel like I should tell you that it’s a guaranteed win for his office.”

Matt frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“The evidence in those files isn’t going to help your client one bit,” you quietly explained. “And we have a legal duty to deliver it to the courts.”

“Thomspon is innocent.”

“You might think so but his entire defence is hearsay. The victim’s statement is pretty much bulletproof and there’s CCTV footage that places him at the crime scene,” you continued. “If you want my advice, I’d get him a plea deal and call it a day.”

Matt’s body language changed in a second. He took a step back from you, dark features etched with an entirely new type of frown that you were yet to see on him. You didn’t like it.

“Are you giving me legal advice-”

“- no!” you snapped. “I’m just trying to help you. I know you put your heart and soul into this case-”

“- and you’re about to blow it apart!” he cut you off. “Where did you even get all this?”

“This evidence was delivered to the office. I’ve signed it and I’m sending it off once you’ve signed it too. I was just trying to prewarn you.”

You’d come this far without your differences getting between you. Now, it felt like they’d hit like a bullet.

“Thomspon is an innocent man,” Matt lowly repeated. “And you’ve just assisted in providing evidence that’s going to send him to prison -”

“- why are you acting like I’ve done this on purpose?” you cut him off. “Like I said, I’m just doing my job and you’re just doing yours. It’s not that deep.”

“Not that deep?” he scoffed. “Maybe not to you. This is all just money to you and your father, isn’t it? Just a throwaway case, maybe.”

“No!” you exclaimed. “Not at all. I didn’t mean to get involved. I’m just the messenger, Matt-”

“- no, it’s more than that.”

Matt paused for a second - though it felt much longer. He seemed angry at you but you were pissed at him. Not only for kicking off at you, but for putting you on the same level as your father when you had tried so hard not to let that happen. How many hours had he spent convincing you that you were your own person? Encouraging you to stand up for yourself?

“We’ll never see things the same way,” Matt continued. “At the end of the day, I’m me, and you’re just…you’re a spoilt little rich girl.��

You froze. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I…” he trailed off. “It was easy to ignore at first but I think this has shown me. We’re from different worlds and no matter how hard you try, you’re never going to understand-”

“- you should watch your mouth, Matthew Murdock,” you took a step towards him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “I might be a spoilt little rich girl but I would much rather be that than a man who runs his fucking mouth and kicks off without even listening to what I have to say.”

“Maybe I didn’t word it the best,” he calmed down for a second, trying to gather himself. “What I meant was-”

“- oh, I know what you meant!” you laughed incredulously. “Just take the files and get the fuck out. This was never going to work anyways.”

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