#everything they say about their lives in the light of the daniel secret just makes everything sadder and at the same time better

[forzalando]

hi marissa! first, i hope you have a wonderful time with your family!!

second, could i request “i might have had a few shots” with max, where reader drunk calls him after a breakup? thank youu 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i feel like i took some creative liberties with this one! i wasn't sure if you meant reader and max breakup or reader calls max after breaking up with someone else - so i went with the latter and couldn't resist making them idiots in love😭. after writing the danny ric angst, i needed to heal my own heart lol i truly hope you love it, liyah! thank you for always being so kind, it was a pleasure to write for you! wc: 1.8k warnings: cursing (most likely), a little bit of angst, mentions of drinking/reader being drunk

Getting ahold of Max Verstappen was nearly impossible – his use of the custom “Do Not Disturb” function was impressive. He had custom settings for everything: a work setting, a setting for when he was streaming, a race day setting, but his most prized was his sleep setting.

Once local time hit 10pm, Max Verstappen was unreachable to everyone. Well, almost everyone. His family, Christian, and you were the only exceptions, which aggravated Daniel to no end. “I’m your best friend, too!”, he’d claimed. But it wasn’t the same.

Max wasn’t secretly in love with Daniel. He’d take your calls anytime, day or night.

It was nearing midnight – Jimmy and Sassy were sound asleep at the foot of his bed and he’d been watching some legal drama you recommended. He hated it, but for you he’d watch it forever and take notes just to have another thing to talk to you about.

At this point, the show had practically put him to sleep, but the loud chime of his phone and your contact picture lighting up the screen jolted him awake.

“Maxie?” You yelled into the speaker. “Maxieee, are you there?”

“I’m here, liefje,” he chuckled. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Th’girls made me go out,” you whined. “Said I needed to dance and drink the night away.”

“And did you?” Max teased - by the sound of your voice, it was obvious you had taken their advice.

You giggled and the sound made Max’s heart clench in his chest. “I might’ve had a few shots, but don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret. Can you keep a secret, Max?”

His heart clenched now for a different reason – he was the best at keeping secrets. He’d been in love with you for over a year and the only living souls who knew were his cats. And probably Danny, though he'd had the sense to never bring it up.

“For you, I would do anything,” Max declared. In your drunken state, you failed to recognize the full extent of the meaning behind his words.

“Perfect!” You hiccupped, stumbling slightly before your friend caught your arm.

It was silent for a moment – Max waited for you to say something else but only heard your breathing through the speaker. “Is everything ok? Why did you call?”

“Well, no. Wanna go home but everyone else wants to stay out. Can you come get me, Maxie? It’s cold outside.”

“Are you alone?” He asked frantically, jumping out of bed and throwing a sweatshirt on in record time. He shoved his feet into his shoes so quickly that his ankle rolled – his trainer would be pissed when it came time for tomorrow’s workout.

“No, Nat and Peter are outside with me. They’re good friends. But not as good as you!”

Max breathed a sigh of relief – grateful that your closest friend and her boyfriend were watching over you. Unfortunately, the relief didn’t keep his stomach from twisting at “good friend”.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, ok?”

You shouted thank you gleefully and hung up – he could picture you jumping up and down in excitement, you’d probably fall over unless Nat and Peter were close enough to catch you.

Minutes later, he pulled up alongside the club and he’d barely made it out of his car before you were jumping into his arms.

“I knew I could count on you, Maxie.”

He gently put you in the passenger seat, buckling you in and grabbing a jacket from his backseat to drape over you. Once you were comfortable, content, and ready to go, he turned to your friends to thank them for waiting with you.

“Thanks for staying with her until I could get here.”

“No problem at all,” Nat smiled. “We all thought she deserved a night out after the week she’s had, but I think she’d rather just be with you.”

Max blushed, unintentionally ignoring that your friend had just let slip you’d had a terrible week and he’d had no idea. He thanked them once again, and slipped into his car to find you half asleep and cuddling his jacket.

He thought you’d be out like a light in moments and turned the radio down, content to sit in silence until he got to his place. He’d rather die than wake you up to find your keys when you looked so peaceful.

“Can I tell you another secret, Maxie?” You murmured, startling him when you broke the still silence in his car.

“Sure, Y/N.”

“Alec dumped me. And I’m not even sad about it.”

Your latest boyfriend – you’d been dating for a couple of months. Max wondered why you had called him instead of Alec, but he didn’t want to ask since he didn’t particularly like talking about your boyfriends, even if they were nice. As far as he could tell, Alec was one of the nice ones.

“I’m sorry. Is that why your friends wanted you to go out?”

“They thought I’d be devastated,” you said bewildered. “And I haven’t even cried! You know me, Maxie, I’m a crier. I had to pretend to be upset when I told them.”

Max laughed at that, looking at you as you laughed along with him. His dimple and shining eyes caused your heart to skip a beat, and your smile slowly disappeared.

Suddenly, you had a horrified look on your face. You knew why you hadn’t cried – it was because you didn’t really care that much about Alec. Sure, he was sweet, kind, and attractive, but something was missing. When he broke up with you, he was so gracious, telling you that he thought the world of you but that it would never work because you were clearly in love with someone else. You’d protested – told him the only constant male presence in your life was Max, your best friend. He’d just smiled at you and said “I know”, leaving you perplexed when he left the coffee shop you had met up at. Until now, you had no idea what he meant.

You turned away from Max, shocked at the revelation of your feelings, staring out the window until he got to his apartment.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” he explained when he saw your confused face. “Didn’t want to rifle through your bag for your keys or wake you up. The spare bedroom has fresh sheets anyway.”

You nodded, practically catapulting yourself out of the car and into his building. The speed at which you trekked up to his place was impressive, especially in the shoes you’d chosen for the evening, and Max began to sweat. Had he done something wrong? Were you pissed he didn’t take you home?

When he unlocked his door, you ran straight to the guest bathroom and shut yourself in. Max was disoriented – you didn’t seem that drunk, and truthfully you were only ever quiet when you were asleep.

While you were in the bathroom, Max put a change of clothes and spare toiletries on your bed, slipping out when he heard the sink stop running.

You smiled when you saw the pile Max had left on your bed, suddenly feeling very ashamed for abruptly ignoring him. The TV was on in the living room and after changing, taking off your makeup, and brushing your teeth, you felt slightly more sober and a lot more guilty.

“Max?” you whispered, slinking into the living room to sit beside him on the couch. “Can I tell you one more secret?”

“Of course, you can always tell me anything.”

“Alec broke up with me because he thinks I’m in love with someone else.”

“Well, that’s crazy,” Max scoffs. “He must not want to tell you the real reason or didn’t have one so he made that up. I mean, what guys do you know that he’s even met? Peter? Another one of your friends’  boyfriends? You don’t even have that many close guy friends except me and - ”

Max cuts himself off, slowly turning to face you. He doesn’t think he’s breathing, blood rushing in his ears and a tightness starts to spread throughout his chest.

You have a sad smile on your face and your eyes are downcast, playing with the sleeves of the hoodie Max had given you.

“I don’t think I even realized until tonight,” you whispered. “Looking at you in the car, watching you laugh, how you were the only person I wanted to call and you dropped everything to come get me. It just kind of hit me – who Alec meant, why none of my relationships have ever worked out.”

Max scoots away from you, and suddenly it’s painful to breathe. There’s an ache in your chest that almost burns –  like someone’s waving a lighter back and forth over your heart, each time leaving the flame against you a little longer.

“You’re drunk, Y/N, you don’t know what you’re saying. Please, please don’t do this.”

When you look at his face, see the panic that’s masking heartache, you realize that he’s not moving away from you because he doesn’t feel the same.

He’s moving away because he does, and for how long, you don’t know – but the flame licks higher and higher until the burning reaches your throat when you understand that he thinks you’re too far gone to understand your own feelings.

“Max, I’m not – ”

He cuts you off, reaching out to cup your face with his hand. “In the morning. If you wake up, and you still want to have this conversation, I will listen.”

You nod and stand up from the couch, leaving him sitting under the glow of the television. The apartment feels colder as you walk towards the guest room, and when you stop to look back at him, his head is in his hands and it terrifies you. Max was the one person in this world that you could never lose – it would shatter you.

Sleep never came to you – tossing and turning in the plush pillows that you picked out because Max wanted you as comfortable as possible in his space. When the sun came up, you crept out of bed and didn’t stop until you were in front of Max’s door. You knocked twice, rocking back on forth on the balls of your feet.

The door opened within seconds – Max’s tired eyes showed that he got about as much sleep as you did.

“It’s morning,” you whispered.

“It is.”

“It’s morning and I still love you.”

He smiled at you, so big and so bright, it rivaled the Mediterranean summer sun. You wanted this moment captured forever – painted perfectly in a portrait done by the most highly esteemed artist in the world.

You threw your arms around his neck, sacrificing seeing the beauty of him to feel him in your arms. His soft breaths tickled your skin, and your giggles made him squeeze you even tighter.

“You don’t know how many mornings I’ve spent waiting to hear you say that.”

“You’ll never have to live through another one again, Max.”

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[hailsatanacab]

@the-ghost-trader - ooooh, i love this! it has the potential to be so incredibly sad, too, like poor Damian just trying to carve out something normal for himself only for it blow up in his face

BUT, shockingly, i'm not about the angst today! not yet anyway 😇

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“So, how was your day?”

Despite his answering groan, Damian likes this. This. This whole… thing he has with Danielle. With Ellie. 

And, yeah, he’s not exactly told any of the others yet, but can you blame him? For wanting to keep something, anything, to himself. Wanting to keep this small little slice of goodness he’s managed to carve out, untouched and unmarred by his family, by their other lives, by the rogues, the vigilantes, the assassins, everyone.

“That bad, huh?”

Being with Ellie is freeing. That’s the best way to describe it.

She knows. Damian surprised even himself when he told her—not about the others, mind, but he supposes it’s not hard to put two and two together and Dani has always been smarter than most—but it’s the best decision he’s ever made, and no matter what the niggling little voice in the back of his head says (the one that sounds suspiciously like Father), he can’t bring himself to regret it.

He won’t. Because having Ellie know gives him freedom.

She’s a safe place, a hand to hold, a warm, welcoming presence when things inevitably turn ugly. It’s the freedom to just be normal when everything else in his life spirals into stranger and more stressful missions.

“Richard is being insufferable again. I do not understand his incessant need to know everything about my life.”

“Oh? What’s he done now?” 

“I was subjected to an hour long interrogation about my love life, like it’s any of his business. It’s infuriating!”

“Ugh, tell me about it. I get the same thing from Jazz, constantly. It can be suffocating.” Ellie says as she curls herself tighter into his side. “But it’s just how they show they care.”

“Yes, well, sometimes I wish he wouldn’t—”

“Hey!” Ellie pushes herself up to glare at him, punctuating her shout with a soft whack to his arm for good measure. “What have I said about using that word?”

“Yes, yes,” he placates with a roll of his eyes, “‘Be careful what you wish for.’ I apologise, it won't happen again.”

“Damn straight it won't.”

She maintains eye contact with him for a second longer before tucking herself back into his side, squirming around with a long, contented hum that Damian can feel rumble through him. He smiles and doesn’t complain even when he has to shift to give her more room after a particularly strong elbow jabs him in the ribs. It means leaving the warm patch on the couch, but he’s rewarded with another long, happy moan as she settles and Damian can’t bring himself to mind.

Ellie constantly makes noises. Little mews and hums and laughs and songs known only to her. It reminds him of a cat, sometimes. He likes it. It calms him down; it means she’s happy, so he's happy.

They settle back into the cushions and Damian lets the subject drop, not wanting to spoil the moment. Outside, the wind changes direction and from where he’s laying he can watch as the snow starts to come down thick and heavy. Hopefully it’ll mean a quiet night's patrol.

“Is that why you haven’t introduced me yet?”

“What?” He can't help it, he stiffens at the thought of losing his secret, of the scrutiny he'll be inviting if he lets anyone know.

“Are you worried I’ll embarrass you?”

Damian’s eyes snap down quick to reassure her, only to see her light, teasing grin. He lets out a breath of relief. It figures she wouldn't worry about that.

“Of course not, don’t be absurd. You could never embarrass me.”

“I don’t know,” she muses, her voice taking on a dangerous lilt, “that sounds like a challenge.”

“Believe me, having been subjected to Father’s Brucie persona at every gala I’ve been to, it would take a lot to embarrass me.”

“Alright, bet. I’ll get you, just you wait.”

“You’ve already got me.”

She flicks him on the nose. “You’re such a sap.”

He hums his agreement, enjoying the tinkling sound of her laughter. And then, before he can think otherwise, he asks, “Is that why you haven’t introduced me?”

“That’s different,” she scowls. “You know how hard it is to get there, there’s no signal, and Danny only gets a break like—oh, Ancients!”

Damian gets another elbow to the ribs as she bolts upright, a manic grin on her face that has him laughing.

“What is it?”

“It’s the holidays! It’s nearly Truce Day! You know I said I had a family thing around Christmas?”

“Yes?” 

“Well, do you want to come to it? I can introduce you then! I mean, it’s going to be a bit formal and you’ll have to meet everyone, not just family. There’s going to be some banquets, you’ll have to sit through some long speeches and you have to be on your best behaviour at all times, okay? Absolutely no fighting, it’s called Truce Day for a reason!”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’ll be perfect! I think Jazz is going in a couple days earlier to help with the preparations, so I’ll get her to let Danny know—and fair warning, he will try to give you the shovel talk, but this is great! It’s Truce Day, so he can’t actually do anything about it!”

“I’m sorry, but you're going to have to explain a bit.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s a bit much—but that’s family, right? Danny can get pretty protective over me, which is why going on Truce Day is the best time to do it! He can’t even command the Fright Knight to stab you! It’s genius!”

“Ellie, what?”

“Like, yeah, sure, he’s the king, but even he has to obey the rules of Truce Day—and then once you’ve spent all day with him, he’ll see that you’re a fantastic, wonderful, kind, brilliant, smart, strong, capable person and he’ll get over himself and everything will be good!"

Damian collapses down onto the couch, the wind knocked out of him. This is… He had not expected anything like this at all. For all that Ellie talked about her family, she had never mentioned this.

“Did you… did you say your brother is a king?”

“Yeah! High King Phantom, have I…” The manic grin slips off her face as she turns round and notices Damian. “Have I not mentioned that before?”

“No. No, you have not.”

“Ah. Sorry. Probably should clarify that I’m also a princess.”

“Right. Yes, that follows.”

“And I’m not really his sister, I’m his clone.”

“What?”

Damian blinks and tries to say more, but he has no idea what he’s meant to do with… any of this information. 

Normal. He thought she was meant to be his normal. Nothing could have prepared him for this.

Not that it changed anything, of course, of that he was certain. It’s just… a lot to take in. Overwhelming. But it's okay! He takes a deep breath, and another, and a sense of calm washes over him. Ellie makes one of her little hums as she cocks her head to the side to consider him and he can't help but relax at the normalcy of the sound. It'll be okay, he's dealt with stranger and he can deal with this.

“I’ve, uh… I’ve told you that we’re half ghosts, though, right?”

“What?”

#dpxdc #danny phantom batman #danny phantom crossover #damian wayne/dani phantom #do they have a ship name? probably but idk it sorry #this was fun!! damian is strong and smart and capable and he won't let this stop him! #sure it's a shock but what does that matter when he has the love of his life by his side!! #he can get through this! at least his girlfriend's brother/original/...father? can't get his knight to stab him #that's a point in truce day's favour - even if damian is regretting asking to be introduced #in ellie's defence she thought he knew! he's slightly liminal himself she just assumed he could pick it up! ... he could not. #when they actually get there damian loves it - he fits right in with all the ghosts #there's a little adjustment period where he is VERY prickly with everyone but he gets the hang of it very quickly #all the ghosts are very impressed with his willingness to throw down and he has to be reminded by a very stern ellie that it's TRUCE DAY #stop fighting!! #ah i really enjoyed this thank you for the prompt! i hope you enjoy it too!! #as always it came out a lot longer than i intended - i don't know why i even bothered with the whole 'five sentences' #it was obvious i wasn't going to stick to it smh #anyway i hope you liked it!! #(also but sorry i prefer to call her ellie sorry i know i'm in the minority here haha) #my writing #(shit how is it four in the morning eep) #cab writes

[joshfuckingkiszka]

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔐𝔶 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 - 𝔇ℜ𝔚

drw x f!reader

this one is sweet and I love it

warnings: mentions of sex and pessimism

THIS BLOG IS 18+ MINORS DNI

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I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own I made up my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Was there something wrong with prioritizing work and school? In your mind, absolutely not. However, whenever you received another invitation to a high school friend’s wedding, it put a seed of doubt in your head. All of these acquaintances had met their true love in college, or high school, or, god forbid, middle school, and where were you? Studying. 

Everyone assured you that everyone blooms in their own time, and comparison is the thief of joy, blah, blah blah. You were only convinced to attend an outdoor wedding in the middle of June with the promise of an open bar and wedding cake. The dress was a mauve purple maxi dress, that compressed your body in a way that made you feel like a goddess (and was sure to make you sweat). The neckline sat below spaghetti straps and wasn’t incredibly showy, but to ensure respect, you wore a light gray shrug cardigan and paired the outfit with white satin pumps. Looking at your reflection instilled a bout of confidence, yet you sighed. What’s that saying? Always a wedding guest, never a bride, or something to that effect. 

The wedding was charming, if a little gauche. You and Caroline had maintained a friendship since Freshman year, where she met Todd, and that was it for the both of them. The ceremony was beautiful and the speeches given by their friends and family were tear jerking. You congratulated the happy couple then immediately made your way to the bar, where you ordered a strong enough cocktail to make you cough at the first sip. 

“Careful there,” a voice interrupted, “I do not know CPR.” 

“Don’t worry, if I stop breathing, let me.” The voice was silent. “Oh, that was a … weird thing to say, I’m sorry.” 

You turned, to make the apology more sincere, and quite enjoyed the view. He was a few inches over six feet, with a mane of dark, curly hair that fell just shy of his shoulders. He said something but your hearing was failing you at the moment. He bumped your shoulder in jest, a smirk shining on his lips. 

Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

A few weeks later, you would have thought you had known Danny your whole life. He certainly felt like he had been there forever, like a friend from Kindergarten you remember fondly, but whose name falls short. He was quick to introduce you to his friends and bandmates, who welcomed you with open arms. 

More than his presence, Danny was like no man you had ever met before. Although neither of you had thought to label what you were, his lips randomly spilled with “baby”s and “honey”s instead of your name, like they were your moniker.  It wasn’t until about a month after your meeting that Danny kissed you for the very first time. It felt so natural, like your lips were where his belonged, where they should stay forever and you would never need to breathe. 

In that moment, every quip or pessimistic remark you had made about love was proven wrong. You were wrong. Nothing ever was or would be more important than Daniel Wagner, and each kiss he continued to plant made you tipsier than any wine or liquor ever could. His hands grasped at your hips like you were the only thing stabilizing him to the earth, reaching into your soul and touching you where you had been so sure had disappeared. Screw anything you thought was worth anything, because this was worth everything, and his lips could have been coated in gold, they were so valuable. 

The opulence that his kiss instilled was just enough of a reason to agree to go with him on a weekend getaway. Of course, he asked, knowing your bag was already packed, and as soon as the “sure” left your lips, he was dragging you to his car. The drive to Gatlinburg wasn’t very long, but you would have given anything to make it longer, to hear his voice sing various 80s tunes, his fingers drumming along on the steering wheel. To have his hand extended over the console, waiting for yours, so he could kiss your knuckles.  

And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat And we rule the kingdom inside my room (inside my room, oh)

The weekend, too, passed quickly. You played board games with him in the warm glow of the fireplace, forced him to watch early 2000s rom-coms (and saw him tear up at Bridget Jones’s Diary), and laid with him under pale moonlight, between flannel bed sheets, listening to the thumping rhythm in his chest. It was almost musical. 

On Monday, you were back at work, aching to go back in time, for just a second, to relive those moments where it was just the two of you. That strange feeling in your chest made you nervous, in a good way. During his regular texts to you that day, Danny casually mentioned a house party one of his friends in another band was throwing, silently asking you to go with him. Of course you would, you would go anywhere with him. 

Your studious days in college didn’t allow much for parties, at all, really. You had managed to attend one that got shut down by the cops, in the first fifteen minutes of your attendance. That had been an omen to you, that you simply just were not meant to be a partier. Danny, oh, he was a natural, much like he was at everything else. You were giddy at the idea of the red plastic cup in your hand, like you were 16 again, and Danny just laughed and kissed your forehead. 

When it got too loud that Danny could no longer hear you, he gently grabbed your hand, leading you to a bedroom upstairs. 

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff Baby, all at once, this is enough

“If you think I’m having sex with you in here-” 

“No!” He laughed, opening the window. The roof outside was relatively flat, easy enough to maintain sitting on it, and he climbed out. When he steadied himself, he held his hand out for you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you took it. 

As Danny held your body close to his, he pointed out different guests, and told you various pieces of gossip that he had heard. You’d laugh occasionally, but you couldn’t help but lose focus, keeping your gaze on him, but your mind on the thought of him. Finally, that Saturday, at 10:38 P.M., you realized that you were in love with Daniel Wagner. For the first time, you basked in it, let yourself absorb the warmth of sharing a heart with someone. All of the little things about Danny held your focus for longer than you could manage to comprehend. The slope of his nose, each curl in his hair, and those dark eyes, with hints of gold and mischief. 

“-I love you.” You hadn’t meant to interrupt him. But the smile on his face told you he didn’t really mind. 

“I love you too, baby.” He leaned in for a kiss, effectively sealing the deal. Danny owned you, but you owned him too.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

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[disillusioneddanny]

Family Week Day 1. Family || Discovery

For all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you If I could fly then I would know  What life looks like from up above and down below I'd keep you safe, I'd keep you dry  Don't be afraid, Cecilia, I'm the satellite And you're the sky

Damian Wayne sighed as he set his phone down and looked at the painting in front of him. He smield to himself, the likeness between the photo he had taken of Daniel and the painting were uncanny. It had taken him weeks now to get his boyfriend to agree to let him paint a picture of him in his ghost form but now that he had gotten the permission, well all the pleading had been worth it. 

The painting of Danny floating up into a tree surrounded by flowers and a bright smile on his face would be a vision that Damian would cherish for the rest of his existence. 

He and Danny had been dating for just a little over six months now and every day so far had been perfect if Damian was going to say so himself. The two had managed to balance one another perfectly. Danny was all fun and adventure whereas Damian was more organized and practical. He managed to keep Danny from failing all of his classes at Gotham University and in return, Danny helped him live a little. 

They had met in Damian’s art class. Danny was a current English student at Gotham University whereas Damian was an art student, so they would have never really crossed paths. Except Danny had apparently needed some extra money that semester and had taken a job as a model for Damian’s art class. It had been a semester of torture where Danny would shamelessly flirt with him as he stripped down to his birthday suit to pose in front of the class. It was as though he could tell that Damian found the idiot attractive and did everything he could to make the poor vigilante blush like a bumbling virgin. 

At the end of each class period, though, Danny would approach Damian and talk and laugh with him. They had found themselves building a friendship together. They would get lunch every Thursday between classes. Damian would walk Danny back to his dorm most nights as his art class ran from seven in the evening until nine and as a good and noble vigilante that Damian was, he used that as an excuse to walk Danny to his dorm each night. 

And after the final class of their fall semester, Danny had come up to Damian and shyly asked him to go out with him on a real date. Damian had become absolutely smitten at that point. They had gone to get dinner in Bludhaven so that Damian’s meddling siblings wouldn’t catch them. As much as he loved his family, Danny was not something he was quite yet ready to share with his family.  He wanted to hold Danny tight to his chest and keep him away from the insanity that was the Wayne family. 

It was after their third date that Danny had started behaving strange and nervous with Damian and it was during their weekly lunch date that had been moved to Mondays for their Spring semester that Danny had admitted that he needed to share a secret with Damian. 

That night Damian had been dragged to Danny’s tiny two bedroom apartment in the Bowery at the beginning of their Spring semester and had learned Danny’s secret status as a halfa. He had been half dead for six years at that point and had decided that if he and Damian were going to go any further in their relationship then he had to be honest about it. 

Damian had taken that as his chance to share his own secret with Danny. He had done the thing his family had told him to never do and told the civilian that really wasn’t a civilian if Damian thought about it, that he was Robin, the vigilante. Danny had whined relentlessly that it was just his luck that he, a former vigilante would somehow find himself dating a vigilante now that he was an adult. 

Damian had just chuckled and kissed Danny’s whines away, feeling light and at ease knowing that at least his beloved would understand what it meant to be a hero. Danny had been amazing about it, too. He had accepted that Damian would have late nights, that there would be days where he was sore and unable to do much. He would just have Damian come to his apartment and dote on him. He would create ice packs to chill Damian’s sore muscles, he would hold him tight on nights where Damian had failed to save someone and gave Damian the love and attention he needed and desired. 

He hadn’t realized just how emotionally constipated his family was until he had met Danny. Until he had learned about cuddle times and had gotten to experience the joys of dancing in the hallways to Andrew McMahon, Danny’s favorite singer when his songs would come on the radio that Danny had playing at all hours of the day. It was with Danny that he had finally learned that crying was okay, that he could cry when he was frustrated, that bottling things up could lead to his downfall. Danny had taught him what it was like to be human, something Damian would have never expected from someone who was barely human himself. 

It was with Danny that Damian had learned just what love was. That it wasn’t this fragile, delicate thing that you had to constantly protect. At least not with Danny. Danny’s love was fierce and strong. His love was what kept Damian’s nightmares at bay at night. Danny was the one who Damina found himself going to when he needed comfort, when he needed someone to just listen to his problems without trying to solve all of them for him. Danny was everything that Damian needed in a partner and he couldn’t have been more thankful to find him.

He had been what Danny needed too, from what Danny had told him. In the time that they had known one another he had learned quite a bit about Danny. How he had never gotten the stability he needed growing up. How he had never felt like he could rely on anyone in his family, not even his sister. He loved Jazz but even their relationship had grown distant with her sister constantly making Danny feel inferior or like he didn’t know as much as she did. His parents had been so obsessed with their inventions that they hadn’t even noticed their son had died for four years. According to Danny they hadn’t even noticed when he started transitioning to a man. They had to be told he was trans eventually because Jazz was losing her mind over the fact that the two just didn’t notice.

It wasn’t until Danny had packed up to move to Gotham for college that they had even learned about him being Phantom. And their relationship had just gotten even worse from there. He got Christmas cards and birthday cards, and a call every so often but that was the extent of their relationship. Jazz called to check up on him every so often but from what it sounded like they weren’t the best phone calls between the two of them. 

But it was okay, Damian was here for him. He provided Danny with the stability and comfort that he needed. He was here to be the rock when Danny needed to crumble and not be strong. He provided Danny with the things he had grown up without, just like Danny did for him.

Their relationship wasn’t perfect, no far from it! They were still just two twenty year olds in their third year of college trying to navigate the world. Danny worked a lot at his job at the Gotham University library where he was a writing tutor plus his second job at the coffee shop. Unlike Damian he didn’t have family to pay for college and had managed to secure enough scholarships to cover what his government aid wouldn’t. But he still had to pay for his apartment, something he had desperately wanted after being unable to shift to his Phantom form at his dorm room for so long. It didn’t help that Danny vehemently refused to allow Damian to pay for anything for him, citing that he had no desire to be a sugar baby.

Between classes, Danny’s two jobs, and Damian’s job as Robin, the two were unable to spend nearly as much time together as Damian wanted and it had caused issues in the past. But that was fine, they were always able to move past that. 

They loved one another and love would get them through just about anything.

Damian wiped his hands on his rag as he looked around. He was currently in Danny’s apartment, waiting for the other to get back from his job at the coffee shop so that they could leave for dinner. It had happened about a month ago when Danny gave Damian a key to his apartment, citing that he wanted to give Damian a place to escape from his family when he needed. Which was appreciated. 

Damian loved his family and he thoroughly enjoyed living at the manor where he had nothing to worry about but the older he got he needed more space. And Danny’s apartment provided him with that space, and if there were a few drawers that were emptied so that Damian could store his things there? Well no one needed to know about it aside from him and Danny. 

The doorbell rang, sounding throughout the room, causing Damian to frown as he set his paint rag down and started out of the bedroom Danny used as his study room/office and made his way to the door, grabbing one of his birdarangs just to be on the safe side. Danny hadn’t said anything to him about expecting guests. 

He hadn’t said anything about anyone coming over, no packages, nothing of the sort. Damian looked through the peephole and his frown deepened when he found his mother standing on the otherside with what looked like a baby carrier in her hands. 

He swung the door open and frowned. “Mother, what are you doing here?”

She grinned and stepped into the house, pushing past Damian as she did so. 

“Oh Habibi! It has been so long since I’ve seen your precious face,” she crooned, setting the carrier down to throw her arms out and hug Damian. The former assassin simply took a step back and gave his mother a look. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, giving her a clear view of his weapon. 

She sighed and picked up the carrier once more. “I learned you were in a relationship with another man! I have brought you a gift to celebrate!” She said, thrusting the carrier into Damian’s hands. “I know that men cannot have children with other men, so I made you a child! One that is a clone of both you and Mr. Fenton.”

“Mother! You cannot just make us a child,” he hissed just as Danny walked through the door and looked between the two. Talia turned to look at Danny and grinned. 

“And you are the young man that my son is so smitten with!” she exclaimed. Damian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. His mother had been doing everything she could to get back into Damian’s good graces the last few years and her displays of affection were steadily growing more and more over the top but this took the cake. To make him and Danny a baby to care for?

They had only been dating for six months! Had only known one another for a year! They weren’t ready for a child, not yet anyway! 

“Babe? What’s going on? Why do you have a baby?” Danny asked slowly, looking between Talia, Damian, and the baby carrier. 

“My mother thought that as our six month anniversary we were ready to raise a child together. She assumed that as we were both men, we would be unable to procreate and too matters into her own hands.”

Danny stared at him for a moment, and Damian could tell that his mind was doing mental gymnastics. “But I’m-”

“Yes, I know Daniel. But mother did not and she decided to be meddling,” he said, glaring at his mother.

“What are you talking about?” Talia asked, looking between the two. “You are both men, how else would you be able to get a child with that in the way?”

“Do not worry about that mother, just know that it was not necessary,” Damian hissed before Danny let out a curse. 

“This is the second time a fruit loop made a clone of me!” he whined, coming over to take the baby carrier from Damian. He carried the baby out of the room, leaving both Damian and his mother to stare behind him in confusion. Daniel had never told him he had been cloned before? How did he forget to mention such an important piece of information? 

… 

Danny and Damian soon found themselves staring at a sleeping little girl. She looked to be roughly three months old by Damian’s calculations, he held his intertwined hands at his mouth as he looked over the little girl. 

“She has your nose,” Danny said softly, pushing the visor back on the carrier so that they could better look at her. 

“She has your mouth,” Damian murmured, unable to look away from the precious little girl in front of him. She had only been in Danny’s apartment for an hour and already Damian was in love with her.

“How are we going to raise a baby?” Danny asked with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. 

“We will coparent, of course,” Damian said with a scoff. 

“No offense baby, but you still haven’t even told your family about me. What are they going to do when you come home with a whole ass baby?”

“What if,” Damian started, his heart speeding up just a bit as he prepared to ask the question he had been wanting to ask Danny for the last two months. “What if I just moved in with you and we raised her together here? You have that second bedroom, we can clear it out and turn it into a nursery. I can pay half of the utilities and rent, then you will be able to quit your job at the coffee shop. Our class schedules are already opposite from one anothers with your classes in the morning and mine in the evening,” Damian said. 

“Yeah but you do that so you can sleep in after patrol,” Danny pointed out. 

Damian shrugged his shoulders. “I have gone years with running on minimal hours of sleep. I will survive while we complete the last year and a half of our studies. We start classes in a few weeks, we have some time to get started on a routine with her and we will go from there.”

“And if there is any overlap in our schedules?”

“Other students bring their children with them to class all the time, we can do the same,” Damian said simply. “We can do this, Danny. If anyone can do this, it’s us.”

Danny nodded and looked at the baby. “I know you said your mother was part of an assassin cult, but I didn’t realize that meant she knew how to make clones. Also, how did she get my DNA?”

“She’s an assassin, I do not know,” Damian said and shrugged his shoulders. “And yes, mother has a tendency to make clones of me, usually they are sent with the mission to kill me. This is the first time she has create a clone of me that is simply meant to be my child.”

“Oh cool! I had a clone made of me by my godfather to kill me! She’s like my cousin now, she’s travelling the Infinite Realms at the moment. I haven’t seen her in years!” Danny said with a grin. 

Damian let out a soft chuckle as he leaned over and rested his head on Danny’s shoulder. “I love you, you goofball.”

Danny laughed and kissed the top of Damian’s head. “I love you too,” he said softly. “You’re going to have to tell your family that you’re moving out of the house you know.”

“I know and they are going to have far too many questions that I am not interested in answering,” he huffed out. 

His boyfriend simply snickered again and kissed the top of Damian’s head once more before resting his cheek upon it. 

“She looks like a Damiana,” he joked. Damian crinkled his nose. 

“Absolutely not. Our daughter needs a more sophisticated name. My grandmother’s name was Martha.”

“That’s na old lady’s name, we’re not naming our baby Martha,” Danny said, taking Damian’s hand and winding their fingers together. “What about Hannah?”

“No, doesn’t suit her. What about Dahlia? It is a flower and –”

“Reminds me of the black dahlia and a little too close to your mother’s name. Which, I don’t know if I should be mad at her for cloning me without my consent, or thank her because now I have an adorable baby that I have no clue how to raise. Oh my ancients, Dami, we’re going to have to buy parenting books! Both of us were raised with terrible parents! Talia is an assassin who raised her own baby to be one, Bruce is an emotional consitpated vigilante who allowed all of his children to become vigilantes before the age of fourteen! My parents weren’t that bad but they were neglectful as shit and I ended up being raised by my sister instead! Neither of us know how to be a parent.”

“We can get parenting books, not to worry,” Damian laughed. “What about Cecilia? After that song you like?”

Danny let out a hum. “I like it, Cecilia Grace, maybe?” He asked. “Cecilia Grace Fenton Wayne. What a fuckin’ mouthful.”

Damian chuckled. “I like it, Cecilia Grace,” he whispered before Danny shrugged him off of his shoulder and leaned forward. Damian watched as Danny unclasped the buckles and pulled the sleeping girl out of the seat and cradled her close to his chest. A soft purr escaped from Danny, making Damian smile at the little display of his ghost side. 

“Hi Cecilia, I’m your daddy,” Danny whispered, running a hand over the head full of black curls. “And this is your-”

“Your papa,” Damian decided, not wanting his child to grow up with the same rules he did. She would never call either of them father, she needed to call them something more comforting, more familial and less stiff and proper. 

Danny glanced over at him, a soft red painted his cheeks. “She’s perfect, Dami,” he whispered, running his hand over her hair once more. “We have so much to figure out.”

“And we will, we will figure all of this out together,” Damian said, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist and resting his chin on Danny’s shoulder so that he could look down at the little girl, at his daughter. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but here they were with a small baby between them and the very beginning stages of building their own little family. 

Now he just needed to figure out hwo he was going to announce to his family that he was abruptly moving out of the manor to move in with his boyfriend and daughter without arising suspicion from his family. This wasn’t how he was planning on doing this. 

He thought he would get to tell his family he was in a relationship, bring Danny over for dinner and let them get to meet him that way. Maybe they would date for a few more months before Damian finally got the guts to ask Danny if he could move in, and then the two would look for a new apartment when Danny’s lease was up. 

Of course, things did not always happen the way someone expected them to. They rarely did go according to plan in Damian’s life, at least. But at least this instance, it ended with a perfect little gift. 

@dpxdc-familyweek

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[monstersinthecosmos]

September 21, 1973

The boy clicks on a lamp, and Daniel’s eyes throb in pain as they adjust. First thing he’s seen in… he’s not sure how long. But it’s a little desk lamp, with an orange plastic shade, glowing gently in the center of the room. 

Daniel hadn’t heard anyone else come in. And he wonders, in all the loops he did in the darkness, how he hadn’t noticed the table here. But he sees everything now; the damp bricks and dirty floor, the sealed window. 

“If you wanna come have a seat,” the boy says. He slides a microphone to the other side of the table. “That way it will pick up your voice.”

“My voice,” Daniel says. His throat hurts. It rasps out of him. He’s sick down here. Been screaming too much. For, how long now? All he’s done is scream.

“Don’t worry,” he says. He’s smiling, so warm. Bright and sweet. “I know it can feel weird the first time. I’ll warm you up though. You wanna come sit?”

Daniel recognizes this boy, but doesn’t. And it feels unsafe, because he’s been down here for—days? Weeks? Years?—and nothing is safe anymore. But it’s the first face he’s seen, and he wants to cry.

Legs are weak as he stands, but it’s only a few feet to the table. It’s so smooth and cold under his hands as he sits, and he stares at it. It looks like the one from his kitchen growing up. Yellow formica with a shiny silver frame. 

“So where are you from?” the boy asks. He leans back in his seat as he lights a cigarette, then slides the lighter and pack over to Daniel. So relaxed as he takes the drag, as he blows the smoke out the corner of his mouth, away from the microphone. 

“Um. Connecticut,” Daniel mumbles. His stomach growls as he lights up; not a great substitute for food, but he hasn’t smoked in so long, either. For a moment he’s flooded with complete ecstasy as it hits his bloodstream, as it fills his brain. The first time since he’s been here that he isn’t in pain. 

“Your folks both around? What was the family unit like?”

Did Daniel really interview people like this? The boy nudges an ashtray towards him. Daniel’s mom had this same one, too, for the kitchen. On the same yellow table. It’s sea-green and shaped like a conch. He narrows his eyes as he ashes into it, wondering what this kid is trying to pull on him. 

“Yeah, they were around. They’re normal, I guess.”

“Siblings?”

“Just me. My cousin was around a lot, though. They lived nearby.”

“Tell me about your cousin.”

Daniel glances at the microphone and can’t remember how he got here, why he’s being interviewed. Maybe about how he was abducted one time and lived in a black room. Or maybe he saw behind the curtain and knew there were secrets in the universe, that the cosmos crawls with monsters. 

“I dunno. She’s cool. Her name’s Alice. She’s older than me so she used to babysit a lot. But she’d take me to movies and stuff. She didn’t treat me like a little kid.”

“Does Alice know where you are?”

Daniel swallows. He’s so fucking thirsty. His lips are so chapped. 

“Do you?”

And the boy is so radiant. The picture of health. Mouth quirking into a grin like Daniel made a joke.

“Do I what?”

“Do… you know. Where I am.”

He shrugs. He lifts a finger to gesture for silence, and stops the tape to flip it over. The click of the buttons is so fucking loud in this damp room. So loud that Daniel flinches. And the sound of the cassette sliding into the deck makes him think of the teeth penetrating him. The wound burns, the pain glowing outward, down over his collar bone, tingling in his arm.

Daniel’s heart races, the way it had when Louis grabbed him. The way it had when he saw Armand in that doorway. 

“Do you think this is what happens when you die?” the kid asks. “That’s really what I wanted to ask you about.”

“When I die?”

“Is it just a cold dark room, just like this? Maybe it’s just nothing. Maybe it’s barren and full of rot. And completely black. And you just spend eternity like this, in the nothingness, and you never feel pleasure again, just the hunger, just the smell of your own piss, just the pain.”

“I don’t believe in stuff like that,” Daniel grumbles. He reaches for another cigarette. 

“Are you gonna tell me how your mom could only get you to go to church twice a year? Dragging you to midnight mass?”

“How do you know that?”

“Does this room make you wish you’d gone more? Maybe death won’t be like this for her. She put the time in. She played the game.”

“I don’t believe in that!” he snaps. 

Throat hurts. The smoke doesn’t help, but he feels a little calmer as he breathes it in.

“Do you even know if you’re alive?”

The boy’s eyebrow raises. He brushes a strand of hair to the side. Leans his chin into the palm of his hand as he waits for the answer.

Daniel thinks he might start screaming again. 

It comes and goes, down here, in the blackness. The screaming. Each time he thinks he won’t be able to stop. And he doesn’t remember stopping. Doesn’t remember anything, just comes in and out, and it’s completely black, floating here in nothing. 

Am I fucking alive, he asks. 

Too hungry to think of a snarky retort. Too tired. And as the question lingers between them he realizes he doesn’t have an answer. 

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#vamptember #vamptember 1973 #daniel molloy #vampire chronicles #stuff i wrote

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic: January 10

This fandom is severely prolific and I am a slooooowwwww reader. I envy those of you that can read fast (even moreso those who can write fast). I throw my hands up on trying to keep up. I do what I can.

But I did love a fair few this week...

🪐 = Year of Themed Creations work!

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MAXWELL LORD

I Wish You Worked by @missredherring 🪐 Rachel starts off strong on her Year of Wishes with this Max!Genie AU. Begining with one of my favorite crystals--a champagney, honeyed citrine--we get to feel the pull toward the stone, the longing for something more, and when there’s reason to yearn for the happiness and prosperity the stone is meant to deliver, our hero makes a glorious appearance. I am not a Maxwell stan, but I have the feeling that Rachel’s gonna make me see the light.

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PERO TOVAR

And You Would Be There Too by @leslie-lyman Tess and Pero from Stranger at My Gate returns and I’m so frikin happy I could and did and will again scream. Leslie ruined me for life by putting him in a black cable-knit sweater in a light snowfall and I really cannot put that image out of my mind. This little check in with them deals with feelings of jealousy and claiming, and in all the right ways. It’s spicy and sweet together and that’s my favorite flavor combo. Tess isn’t the only witch who can cook it up, I see. 

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EZRA

Kernow - Postcards by @honestly-shite A bite-sized peek in at painter Ezra and his lady, in a bitingly-chilly morning while he’s fixing her a bite to eat. But all he wants to do is take her everywhere. It’s a simple moment, pretty and sweet and hot and I want to live in it forever.

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MARCUS PIKE

The Saltwater Room (i): Saw You In The Low Light by @chaoticgeminate 🪐 So the first of her video game AUs is based on Raft, which seems like a fascinating game of sailing a flooded world in search of resources. Coming upon a strange man who is unconcious and tied up on his own raft could mean danger, but I’m glad the reader takes a chance on him. Excited to see what’s next...

Closing Time by @insomniamamma 🪐 It’s not a great new years--he’s getting dragged out by his coworkers and she’s been dumped by her boyfriend just minutes before midnight. But the way they find each other in a bar, the way they find someone to cling to and lean on, the offer of blueberry pancakes...this has my little heart melting over Mr. Perfect Boyfriend.

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DIETER BRAVO

Afterpary Blues by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 Even if it started as a PR relationship, even if he can be a bit of a disaster, and even if their agents can’t agree, I 100% it’s in the reader’s best interest to take him back. I mean. I would. Especially if I knew he was jealous of me dancing with someone else....

Interlude: Bravo, Bravo, Bravo by @elegantmusicdragon A quick and precious installment in the animal trainer series (and yes, Margie the goat is present and being sweet). There is one question being asked. One question. And Dieter keeps skirting it. His answer broke me... 😂

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DIN DJARIN

untitled by @unhinged-summer-fun This chef!Din x critic!reader piece made me feel so so much. I’m still sitting here shocked by it. When a make-or-break food critic comes to Din’s place of work he isn’t bothered so much about what she’s going to say as what she feels. It’s such a visceral piece, tasty and warm, and I’m just sitting here thinking... more.

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JAVIER PEÑA

Naughty List: A Pedrostories Secret Santa Gift Fic! by @something-tofightfor After everything he’s been through, Javi needs time to settle into accepting his feelings...just like the reader needs to settle into being intimate with the prettiest agent to come on back to Loredo. Hence a naughty list, and his complete and sweet acceptance of everything she asks of him. And I melt.

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JACK DANIELS

Lovely Weather by @the-blind-assassin-12​ The way he plans this getaway for his lady, the care he takes in preparing surprises, the delight he gets in seeing her happy, the absolute perfection this man is when he loves someone. I want it. I want it all. What a perfect Christmas.

Over Ice by @haylzcyon  My gods, I love the fluff here. Fake marriage is a normal Spy Thing™, but it also might just be the thing that convinces someone to see you as true potential. I mean, especially when you add in hot chocolate and ice skating and a good heaping of yearning-in-denial. I would love to get paired up with Whiskey in the field--he’d never let you fall. Nor, it seems, you him. And can Halyz write a good kiss? Mm!! *fans self*

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FRANKIE MORALES

Let it Snow (ii) by @ezrasbirdie and @lowlights A lot happens in this chapter and much of it is sweet and cute and these two getting to know each other a lot better. There’s some mistletoe and some outdoor activities. Some past-sharing and some warmth-sharing. But I gotta say that Alba and Ollie Clark are my new favorite couple and I love their meddling. I would love to spend Christmas with them. It would be, as the kids say, “a hoot.” But many feels were had in this fic, including some hard ones at the end of this chapter and I’m giving the loving stink-eye to Birdie and Laura until the next chapter....

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JAVI GUTIERREZ

Happy New Year by @toomanystoriessolittletime This is such an easy meet-cute, a simple evening of falling for each other, a want-to-know-you-better first date. The fact that he’s willing to meet her where she is--literally--just to take her out to dinner has my heart swooning...

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GUEST STAR BLORBOS (DAVID HARBOUR EDITION)

NIKAMUND THE RED

Santa Baby by @writeforfandoms Okay, it hurts me to say that I’ve got a yearning for Santa...but it’s Violent Night Santa whose a bloody Viking and is broad and brawny and cynical and covered in tattoos and I can’t help it. And then Jen goes and writes a smut with him and I’m kind of in a tailspin....

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#for the love of fic #ww84 fanfic #maxwell lord #violent night fanfic #nikamund the red #the great wall fanfic #pero tovar #prospect fanfic #ezra #the mentalist fanfic #marcus pike #the bubble fanfic #dieter bravo #mandalorian fanfic #din djarin #narcos #javier peña #kingsman golden circle fanfic #jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey #triple frontier fanfic #frankie morales #tuwomt fanfic #javi gutierrez

[osaka-lilac]

movie recommendations?

OOO yes thank u for asking daniel i have Lots of movies i like but ill keep it short n sweet (edit after i wrote everything: i did not keep it short) all links are to the movie’s letterboxd pages (and while you’re at it follow me on letterboxd)

animated:

the secret of kells: a fictional story based on the actual book of kells, an illuminated manuscript of Celtic gospels. it was nominated for best animated feature in 2010 but lost to Up (personally i think fantastic mr fox should have won that year but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) BUT it’s a beautiful movie and has a beautiful score and such intricate art its so inspired by the illustrations of the actual book it’s Insane

the tale of the princess kaguya: released in 2013, this was director isao takahata’s last film with studio ghibli, and his last major film ever before his passing in 2018. it’s a retelling of the japanese folktale the tale of the bamboo cutter from the Heian period. it’s about a man who cuts a bamboo and finds a baby in the stalk, who is actually a princess from the moon. once again it’s another GORGEOUS film done in all pencil and watercolor- and hand-made. and once again joe hisashi comes out swinging with one of the most underrated ghibli soundtracks of their entire catalog. much more of a serious tone than kells, yet made me cry in 15 minutes not out of sadness but out of like. the joy of life and stuff like that

isle of dogs: the obligatory wes anderson film, this one’s my favorite by a longshot. it’s about a boy who goes looking for his dog after japan bans all dogs during a canine flu outbreak. that’s a simple explanation. it’s all the best things about wes anderson with his beautiful flat still frames and wonderful voice performances from everyone involved.

live action:

the great dictator: the charlie chaplin film. you know the one if you know film history. a satirical comedy about the nazis that’s pretty damn funny yet a commentary and reflection of humanity at the time of its release, 1940. MANY of its messages ring just as true today as it did over 80 years ago. it’s proof that a movie does not have to take itself seriously or be stuffy in order to say something important. at the time, no one was making movies about the current war and the nazis, and chaplin, for a moment in time, was the bravest man on earth for creating it and going through with the film.

inglorious bastards: a quentin tarantino film about the bastards, a group of american jews scalping and killing nazis. yes, another ww2 film. it’s entertaining, it’s exciting, it’s truly exhilarating. a high energy film. a high tension film. it makes me tired after watching but it’s so so worth it.

moonage daydream: a visual documentary about david bowie. directed by brett morgen, it tells us nothing new about bowie’s life. however, it retells his story in a visual collage of light and color unlike any other story. it’s a way that i think bowie would have loved to have his story told.

send a sleepover ask!!

#thank you daniel i hope you enjoy #love u my friend #ask #answered #sleepover

[sacredmachine]

Kiss the Sun (chapter one)

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Danny’s Cousin!OC(Grace) Warnings: Underaged drinking (let me know if I missed anything)

(Italicized text indicates a flashback)

Summary: Grace and Josie's plane ride is uneventful as Josie naps but Grace's thoughts remain fixated on Sam, reflecting on their lives back in Frankenmuth.

The plane ride was dull, to say the least. Grace and Josie had barely spoken as Josie opted for a nap that lasted the entire plane ride while Grace stuck to the movie she’d rented.

She’d barely paid attention to the movie as the sound of it lulled through her headphones. All she thought of was Sam, Sam and his stupid self.

“You can’t do that! It’s illegal!”

“Who says?! Huh?!”

“According to the rules listed,” Jake pulled out the piece of paper, dramatically pointing to the rules, “You can not stack +2s on top of each other!”

“Bullshit!” Sam yelled as he stood up and slammed his cards on the table. “We’ve played like this since we were kids! You only say no because you’re winning unless I make you draw more!”

“I’ve always played like this!” Jake now stood as if the two would challenge each other to a duel at any moment.

Josh simply laughed as he passed his brothers, who were undoubtedly drunk as the rest of the party raged around them.

What started as a bonfire at the old Heeley Farm thrown by one of their friends had become a party in the barn as the fire had died out. Josh had grabbed another beer for himself and Jake but decided against it when he saw that Jake was clearly too drunk for another. He’d lost track of Danny about an hour ago but assumed Grace was worrying about him.

Looking back at the remnants of the large bonfire that was now more the size of a campfire, Josh saw two figures, one laying on the log bench and the other sitting with their head in their hands. Josh sighed as he made his way over to the smoldering fire, two beers in hand. 

He saw Danny passed out on the log bench and Grace, who looked up from her hands and stared into the flames of the fire as she seemed to wonder if it could show her the future or possibly solve all her problems with a simple question. Josh plopped himself ungracefully next to her but she paid him little attention. He passed her the extra beer before taking a swig of his own. “What’s on your beautifully intricate mind, Gracie?” She mumbled, bringing the bottle of beer to her lips.

“Nothing, really. It’s stupid.” She mumbled, bringing the bottle of beer to her lips.

“Well Daniel’s out like a light, you’re secrets are safe with me.” Josh said, wrapping his arm around Grace’s shoulders.

“Yeah right, anything I tell you goes straight to Jake. You might be a lock box but Jake is a blabbermouth.” She laughed, leaning her head onto Josh’s shoulder.

“Hey! I don’t tell Jake everything!” He feigned offense as he took another glug of beer before silence fell between them. “How about this, because I can tell whatever it is is eating you alive, you tell me your secret and in exchange, I’ll tell you a secret.”

Grace gasped, “The great Josh Kiszka has secrets! I thought you didn’t have anything hidden!”

“Okay, okay, but I am not a completely open book as many would believe.” Josh took another sip, “So… go on. A secret for a secret.”

Grace looked behind them, making sure no one was around, as well as a very long glare at Danny to make sure he was, in fact, sleeping. “Fine, it’s Sam.”

Josh instantly tensed up, “What did he do?”

“Nothing, exactly.” She started, “It’s just that for like years, I’ve had this stupid crush on him and he has yet to notice. I guess I just… I don’t know, it’s stupid. It wouldn’t work, it can’t work. It’d put the band in jeopardy. If we broke up and it was nasty, Danny would be torn the band would be over, their friendship would be over.”

There was a beat of silence as they both sat there, staring at the flames. “Damn, that is a lot, but I totally called that.”

Josh started laughing, Grace instantly felt confused and offended, “Called it?!”

“Well, yeah!” He said, still laughing, “Jake and I called that you two liked each other years ago.”

“Well just because you “called it” with Jake doesn’t mean you can go and tell him!” Grace said, shrugging off his arm.

“Hey! I promised, didn’t I?” He held his hands up in surrender as Grace scoffed before moving back next to him.

After Grace took a few more chugs of her beer she looked up at Josh, “Well, Mr. Wonderful? What’s your darkest secret?”

“You know I am quite wonderful.” He lolled his head to the side. “But a promise is a promise, I like guys.”

Grace was mid-sip when she heard the words and she choked, not expecting them. “Josh! What the hell?!”

“What? You said “deepest secret!” What did you expect?!”

“Not that!”

“You can’t tell anybody!” Josh seemed immediately defensive.

“What? Of course, I won’t tell anybody!” Grace said quickly. “So… what does this mean? Are you like…”

“I don’t know! There’s too many logistics that go into all that. I like A guy. That’s the only label I’ll put on it.”

“Fair enough.”

There was another beat of silence, “When I say you can’t tell anyone I mean you can’t tell anyone.” Josh emphasized the last word.

“Well, you’ve told your family right?” Grace asked cautiously. Josh kept silent. “You’ve told Jake, at least, right? You tell Jake everything.”

“Listen it’s a very recent development and with the town we live in-”

“You told me before you told Jake?!” Grace seemed shocked beyond belief, although the alcohol was not helping her to keep calm.

“Shhhhh!” He let out quickly while putting his hand over her mouth. “You’re literally the only one that knows.”

“You have to tell Jake at least!” Grace whisper yelled, “I can keep a secret but it’s gonna eat you alive to not tell him.” They both knew she was right and Josh nodded.

“I’ll tell him, I’m just… nervous.” He mumbled, looking down at his hands.

“Josh. He’s your brother, he’s literally your other half, he’s going to be nothing but supportive.”

“I know, I swear, I’ll tell him tomorrow when we’re both sober.” He said straightly, a smirk growing on his face, “But you have to tell Sam about your crush.”

“No! You know Jake will support and love you no matter what! Your whole family will! Sam? I’m not ready for that rejection!” She laughed as they both stood, silently considering their options on how to get Danny home in his comatose state.

She smiled at the memory of Josh as the movie played and she couldn’t help but think about Sam and how much she dreaded getting off the plane.

But that moment had come, the plane had landed, they’d walked to baggage claim and collected their bags, and they’d exited the airport to see Danny waiting for them with a car. Josie excitedly ran up, jumping to hug her brother as he opened his arms, her suitcase long forgotten.

Grace laughed and shook her head as she approached. Danny laughed as he and Josie squeezed each other tightly, “Oh my god! I missed you!” Josie said excitedly before Danny put her back on the ground.

Danny looked at Grace, “Well you don’t have to look like you don’t want to see me.” He jested as Grace smiled and moved forward, getting wrapped in a hug by her tall cousin.

“It was a long flight.” Grace reasoned as she pulled back.

“Ah, that jet lag will kill you.” He joked as he moved to help the girls with their bags, throwing them in the back of the car.

The car ride to the boys' house wasn’t long but it felt like an eternity as Grace dreaded seeing Sam once again.

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[watchingovergvff]

Its Always Been You Pt.2- Sam Kiszka

Summary: Following the events of New Years, you and Sam navigate being together while also keeping it a secret. How long will it take for the boys to catch on to the two of you?

Part 1

Genre: Friends to Lovers- Established Relationship. Fluff.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Implied Smut.

A/N: I love to hear feedback, so don’t hesitate to do so. Thank you for all the love and support<333

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New Years.

A night that has changed the trajectory of life itself, at least for you.

You and Sam remain tangled in each other’s arms out on his back porch. Giggling into one another, relishing in your giddiness.

Eventually the both of you decide to head back inside, wanting to wish loved ones a happy New Year. You mostly wanted to find Danny, having not spent New Year’s apart.  The both of you quickly decide to keep your relationship between the both of you, wanting to relinquish in the secrecy a while longer.

Once back inside, you have to pry Sam off of you. Quickly, he begins to pout, clearly upset about the agreement to split up. Bringing his hands up to meet your mouth, you gently kiss his knuckles. Sam’s pout fades away, but your kisses create a new disaster in his mind.

Utterly entranced by the woman he loves most, Sam reluctantly leaves your side in search of his brothers, and you in return attempt to find Danny.

Sam finds Jake ( or should I say Oliver) and Josh in the center of his living room, dance battling their way into 2023. Clearly the twins were beyond the point of slight intoxication.

After what felt like hours of searching, you find Danny tucked into a corner, watching the twins dance about. You slide into Danny’s side, wrapping your arms around his hip. Danny holds you tight to his side. He kisses the top of your head, wishing you a happy new year. You and Daniel have been best friends for a long time, words no longer need to be shared to know just how much you appreciate each other. That’s why the two of you sit in comfortable silence, praying that the new year is filled with new memories together.

Eventually things calm down a bit, the party starts to dial down in numbers. Once all the partygoers say their goodbyes, only six of you remain. Josh, Jake, and Jake’s girlfriend find refuge on a makeshift pallet in Sam’s living room. Your slung across the couch, with your feet laying in Danny’s lap. Sam is sitting across the room from you, but his eyes haven’t left yours since you sat down. You can’t stop giggling, because Sam keeps staring you down and smiling wide.

Once the sun starts to rise, everyone is peacefully sound asleep. Ringing in the New Year is going to hurt like a bitch, I’m afraid.

A few weeks have passed since your relationship with Sam began. The two of you have managed to keep your blooming relationship between you to. Not for fear of criticism from the others, but just enjoying the secrecy of it all.

After that night, you’ve found yourself staying at Sam’s house much more often than not, soaking up any time you have together. Being Sam’s girlfriend came with all the pluses. Waking up to him gazing down at you, washing and braiding his beautiful hair for him, and dates in the park with Rosie. Dancing with Sammy in the kitchen, at Midnight, had to have been your favorite memory. You love everything Sam, whether it actually be him or something that reminds you of him.

Same goes for him of course, Sam basically worships the ground you walk on. You’re the light of his life and he will never get enough of you. Sam pined for you for many years, the last thing he wants to do is make you feel unloved by him. That’s why, he goes to the greatest lengths to provide you the love you deserve, nothing less.

Josh has finally requested you come to the studio to hear some of the new music, after having begged you at the new year’s party to promise you would.

You agree to go, but not until later that evening because you have work. Watching the time slowly tick bye, you ask yourself why the universe is out to get you. You and Sam hadn’t seen each other all week, due to conflicting work schedules, so your practically jumping out of your seat excited to see him. Of course, you get a text from him basically begging you to get out of work early to come see him, but you begrudgingly decline, not wanting to lose your job.

Once getting off work, you make haste in getting home to change into something more comfortable. You go with good old reliable, selecting some comfy pants, a cropped tank, and a sweater. Its basic, but you look cute as fuck anyway so who cares. Many would say she looks ready for bed, but Sam thinks she looks heavenly.

You arrive at the studio and struggle to navigate what room they are in. Sooner than later, you hear Josh chatting away with someone, so you seek out his voice.

Upon arrival into the small yet cozy studio room, you spot Josh on the phone. Immediately, you scan the room for the man you’ve been dying to see. Only to find he is sitting inside the booth, clearly setting up to play his parts. Swooning at the sight of Sam, you stand and admire the man you love, taking in his beauty. Sam hasn’t spotted you yet, too caught up in the task at hand.

Danny lays across the small couch, eyes closed shut. Jake is nowhere to be found at the moment. You dart straight towards Danny, poking at his chest. He jerks awake, looking around in surprise. He relaxes when he realizes it’s just you. Danny pulls you down onto the couch with him.

“Hey Bug, I figured you wouldn’t show, considering how exhausted you sounded over the phone,” Danny whispers, not wanting to disturb Josh on the phone. “And miss seeing your brilliant mind at work? I don’t think so Wagner” you chuckle out. The two of you catch each other up on what’s been going on the past few days, not having seen each other for a while. Danny is in the middle of telling you about Jake and Josh’s ridiculous argument that happened the other day, when you hear it.

Sam has started to play. He looks lost in the music, becoming one with it. You can’t help but gawk in amazement. Sure, you’ve seen him play and perform thousands of times by now, but this feels different, maybe even new.

Danny smiles at you, knowing how you feel for Sam, (but not knowing about your relationship lol sorry Dan).

Almost like Sam could feel your eyes on him, his eyes shoot open. His movements falter, but only for a quick second. Quickly, you turn back to meet Danny’s eyes, all flustered and blushing. Danny snickers at your behavior. After what felt like a lifetime, Sam’s playing ceased.

You remained planted in your seat, chatting with Danny. You felt like prey, feeling Sam’s eyes all over you. Danny excuses himself, claiming he needed to go get ready to play his part.

Just like that you were alone, but not for long.

Hands find their way to your head, caressing your hair. Your breath hitches, not expecting him to be behind you.

“I’ve missed my pretty girl,” Sam whispers into your ear.

Fuck me, why is this man so perfect you think. Your hand goes in search of his wrist, fingers grazing his rough skin. You tug at his hand wanting to see his face. Sam plops down right in front of you, grinning.

This man is going to be the death of me.

Sam scans the room, making sure no one is paying the both of you any attention. He reaches across the space between you, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, so he ca get a better look at you. While he tugs his lip between his teeth, you smile up at him, resisting the urge to pull him into a kiss.

Eventually the both of you pull back from one another, but remain close enough to feel his side against you. Sam asks about your week, wanting to know every detail. The two of you quietly talked until Danny started to play within the booth. Josh gets to work on mixing some stuff up. Sam slyly guides his hand next to yours, reaching his pinky out to hook it with yours.

The palpable tension only seems to grow thicker as the both of you remain side by side. All the sudden, you jump from your seat, making the excuse that you need to find a bathroom. In reality, you need a moment to yourself so you didn’t combust from Sam’s teasing actions. Looking back at Sam, you find his eyes boring into yours. You rush out of the room. After making it to the bathroom, you stand staring at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks are stained red and your hair is disheveled. After a few minutes of hyping yourself up to go back in there, you find yourself stepping out into the empty hallway. Rounding the corner, you get tugged back into someone.

Sam pulls you back into the bathroom. He makes quick work of shutting the door, and then proceeds to push you up into it. Sam smiles at you before diving into the crook of your neck, leaving savory kissed across the open canvas.

“Looks like someone is excited to see me,” you say sweetly. You can feel his smirk against your neck. He pulls himself up to meet your eyes and smiles.

“Hi”

“Hi”

The both of you fall into a fit of laughter.

You gently push at his chest, moving past him to situate yourself on the bathroom counter. He quickly slots his way between your legs, rubbing shapes into the tops of your thighs. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him flush against you. You peck the tip of his nose, before guiding his lips towards yours.

While it may look like the two of you are making out in a bathroom like hormonal teenagers, (because that’s exactly what your doing), intimacy with Sam was never awkward. The both of you laughed and were silly even during moments like this. Sam has always been playful and helped you learn how to relax. You loved him even more in moments like this.

You frustratingly pull apart, needing air. He leans his head against yours, both of you panting. You hope the overwhelming euphoria you feel with Sam never ends. Wide grins splay themselves across your faces. You yank Sam close by his collar, pushing your lips against his. The bathroom door swings open.

“Oh…. Oh god sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you both were in here.”

Jake had to make his inevitable entrance at some point, why not now?

You and Sam pull apart, eyes wider than your heads. You both look at Jake, then each other. You start hysterically laughing, which makes Sam die out laughing. Jake continues to stand there, awkwardly chuckling. Once you’ve calmed down, you assure Jake its fine. He agrees not to say a word about the two of you, as long as you start locking doors. Jake closes the door, rushing to get out of the weird situation he just walked in on.

You and Sam sit silently, processing what just happened.

“Well”

“Well”

You both grin at each other, realizing what must come next.

“We have to tell them now,” Sam grimaces out.

“I know, but can we just have a few more minutes in our bubble?” you plead.

“I thought you’d never ask, my sweet Bug,” he pulls you close, smiling wide into another loving kiss.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

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[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Written in 2015 (2) Masterlist

part one

2,000 Light Years Away (ao3) - daisyxhead

Summary: As cliché as it sounds, Dan kind of got into punk music because of a certain wildly attractive lead singer.

A Baby Girl (ao3) - LetterJumble

Summary: The last thing Dan and Phil expected to arrive on their doorstep was a baby. A crying, abandoned baby girl, that someone left for them. But one day, that is exactly what they found. Now, they just have to figure out what in the world they are going to do.

Accidentally on Purpose Falling For You (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrosepetals), notanannoyingfangirl

Summary: After being set up on a blind date neither boy was prepared for, Dan and Phil come up with a plan to get back at their friends; Pretend to date, and then have the ugliest break up imaginable. The problem? They hadn’t expected to fall for each other.

Another Chance - phandesu

Summary: Dan couldn’t cope with Phil’s death. His frustration helped lead him to a time traveling guardian who can undo his past memories to save Phil or vanish Phil out of it

Because He Loved Him - placingglaciers

Summary: In which Dan is so hopelessly in love with Phil, that he tries anything to make him notice him. However, one day he manages to mess up everything and discovers something about himself that he hadn’t noticed before.

Between Us (ao3) - winteredspark

Summary: "I think I'm asexual," Dan breathes against the crook of Phil's neck, blinking back tears.

There's a pause, then -

"Nice to meet you, asexual. I'm Phil," says Phil.

Blooming Lilacs (I Don’t Care What’s in Your Hair, I Just Want to Know What’s on Your Mind) (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Phil knows he looks a little rough but he wants everyone, especially his roommate Dan, who is painfully shy but ultimately a giant sweetheart, to know that he genuinely is a nice person and is always going to be here for what makes him most comfortable.

Break The Laws Of Love (ao3) - Profrock

Summary: Dan just wants to go home. His day has been long and exhausting and he's tired, damnit. But then he sees a man on the tube dressed in the exact same clothes he's wearing. What will happen through a meeting a pure coincidence, and will Dan finally be able to get the happy ending he's dreamed of?

Climbing the Ladder (ao3) - kawaiikanai

Summary: Punk!Dan and Punk/TattooArtist!Phil both struggle to find themselves after past events that have shaken their trust in other people and in themselves.

Cobblestone Walls (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan just wants to finish this essay, not get stuck in a library thanks to a snow storm

Cute - cafephan

Summary: Bored of London and in need of new clothes for a movie premiere, Dan and Phil head to Manchester for an impromptu shopping trip, resulting in more than they bargained for… 

Faking It/What A Fucking Mess (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: “The LGBT panel, you idiot! It’s not some free panel anyone can walk past and deem interesting enough to be staying for like my panel: it’s invite-only, and those who are, they are actually gay!” Dan makes the mistake of “outing” him and Phil on a live show after a misunderstanding, even when there’s nothing to “out”. What a fucking mess.

Forbidden (ao3) - ohhowellno

Summary: Prince Daniel is preparing to become the king it all changes when he meets a kitchen servant named Phil. As they fall in love they realize that it may not be as easy for them to be together as they thought.

Fragments of Stardusters (ao3) - youmeanjk

Summary: In which they are boring-ass teachers with a boring-ass relationship. In which they are supposed to be history, but then it didn’t look like it.

He’s the Tear in My Heart - mairieuxes

Summary: In which Dan’s a secret agent and his last mission from last night was brought into matters in school.

High (ao3) - Icandigelvis

Summary: Just the ordinary story of Dan and Phil, except one little detail. Phil isn't human in this one. Expect biting, bickering, playlist live, blood, bad jokes and sex.

Holding Onto You - cityofphanchester

Summary: Phil wishes he knew Dan better, completely and totally, because they’ve only been friends for two years and that’s by far long enough to love Dan and be worried about him, but it’s not enough to recognize all the demons.

Home - placingglaciers

Summary: What do you get when you cross a troubled runaway with a lost photographer? A mess, that's what.

I Wanna Call You Mine (and never let you down) (ao3) rollingtide

Summary: An Ice cream Au were Phil works at an Ice cream parlour and Dan has a crush on him.

Just Another Favor - phan-panda

Summary: Phil has another favor to ask of Dan, he needs a date for his aunt’s wedding. 

Lester’s Reading Dandelion - wanabewriter

Summary: In the heart on London, there lies a bookshop owned by Phil Lester. Lester’s Books & Bagels is a thriving little place until another bookshop opens up across the street.

New Demons - botanistlester

Summary: Punk!Phil is forced to go to a church youth group where he meets Pastel!Dan. 

Of Stages and Sketchbooks - cocktailaunt

Summary: High School AU: Dan is a confident, outgoing theater kid who has a crush on the mysterious, quiet art student that likes to wear leather jackets.

On A Rainy Night (ao3) - kawaiikanai

Summary: Dan finally admits his feelings to Phil but it doesn’t quite go as planned.

Oxymoron(ic) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan works hard, he works harder than anyone else he knows. So naturally, when he gets a particularly stressful assignment for Photography class, it never leaves his mind; besides- what kind of topic is 'contrast' anyway?

Philosophical Graphic Novels - ithinkiphan

Summary: "You're my favorite person," Phil confesses quietly, his voice slurred and closer than Dan had anticipated. They don't speak for some time, just lying there and staring at the ceiling like it's a work of art instead of a plain white mess that occasionally leaks water. Not much run through Dan's mind besides the fact that he's never wanted to kiss a person more in his life. "I've never had anyone in this apartment besides you, Phil."

Rags and Riches - phandabbydosey

Summary: Spoilt brat Philip Lester is used to having all his problems solved for him, even his problems with the law. Fed up with his attitude and behaviour, Phil’s parents refuse to buy him out of trouble and Phil soon finds himself sentenced to community service where he comes across a homeless boy with deep brown eyes who might be able to change the way Phil sees the world entirely.

Renegade (ao3) - awesomesockes

Summary: It’s World War 2. Phil, a young German soldier, is stationed in Denmark. There he meets Dan - a rebellious Danish school boy who is intent on making his job hell. But before long, they realise they have more in common than they’d have thought. How do you hide a friendship when you come from two different sides of a war?

Shut Up And Dance With Me (ao3) - milesofcountry

Summary: Dan first sees Phil when he walks into the campus coffee shop, and decides he never wants to stop seeing him.

Sinnoh - ryuuraiko

Summary: In which Dan and Phil are Pokemon trainers with different styles and upbringings and somehow fate brought them together

Space Boy (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: The year is 2900 and Dan is fed up with his seemingly boring job but all that turns around with the arrival of an intelligent specimen that he was only meant to conduct research on. From the start of their first interaction Dan knew that this life form was something truly special–a gift from the universe itself.

Talking to the Moon - adorablehowell

Summary: Dan hides away from the melancholy in his life by sitting on the balcony with the stars as his only source of happiness, but he encounters a man named Phil who likes to sing songs on his own balcony, and Dan finds the stars are not his only friends out there.

Tattoo Boy (ao3) - tahliaisnotonfire

Summary: Dan Howell couldn't have been happier than to have met that beautifully tattooed boy on the street by running away from some idiotic bullies.

Terrifying Truths And Drunken Dares (ao3) - thejigsawtimess

Summary: It's late, they're both drunk, but there's vodka and each other, and hey - you know what sounds great? Truth or frickin dare.

The Blue Sky Is Just Like The Ocean (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: What happens when a creature of the sky cross paths with a creature of the deep?

The Brown-Eyed Barista (ao3) - tahliaisnotonfire

Summary: Dan Howell worked as a barista at a small corner coffee shop where he meets an author called Phil Lester; and he's begun working on a new book.

The Sun, the Snow and Everything in Between (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: A lot can happen in the span of one year, or a cycle of four seasons, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes and 31,536,000 seconds. In that common amount of time Phil met Dan at bonfire night in the fall and over the course of a year, realizes he found a person he would’ve never guessed he’d found that night.

Thin walls (ao3) - vzm

Summary: Nervous Phil is nervous. Dan is not as awkward as one would expect.

The Pull (To You) (ao3) - basicallymonsters

Summary: Dan's a lonely writer who spends too much time on rooftops, and Phil's a boy who loves plants. They meet amongst ferns and under stars and feel inexplicably pulled together.

You can sleep in my bed. (ao3) - clokkerfoot

Summary: Three times Dan and Phil sleep together, and one time they really sleep together.

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[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 427

John 1:4

UNDERSTANDING PROPHETIC MANDATES 61: TIME OF FULFILLMENT 3

Amo 3:7 CERTAINLY, THE ALMIGHTY LORD DOESN'T DO ANYTHING UNLESS HE FIRST REVEALS HIS SECRET TO HIS SERVANTS THE PROPHETS. GW

Considering the last lesson, if the end of the ages was not so near, I would have said: “let’s leave rapture matters for now and face today’s realities.” But I must relate to us that it is best to acknowledge all Prophecies today in consonance with the end of all things, and thus, sit up.

Mat 24:15-17 “So WHEN YOU SEE the abomination of desolation – spoken about by Daniel the prophet – standing in the holy place” (let the reader understand), “then THOSE IN JUDEA MUST FLEE TO THE MOUNTAINS. The one on the roof must not come down to take anything out of his house, NET

On Oct. 7, 2023, the Hamas suddenly rained terror on Israel for no just cause. Israel retaliated and the Islamist world now want to rise against them.

The Euphrates River is drying up and everything mentioned in scriptures for end times is here now.

I don’t know what else should tell you it is time to run with that Prophecy God gave you.

What are you still waiting for please?

Mat 24:32-33 "LET THE FIG TREE TEACH YOU A LESSON. When its branches become green and tender and it starts putting out leaves, you know that summer is near. IN THE SAME WAY, WHEN YOU SEE ALL THESE THINGS, YOU WILL KNOW that the time is near, READY TO BEGIN. GNB

So, what have you now SEEN that is a POINTER to your Prophetic Mandate?

Jesus said: “when you see it, you will know it is TIME…”.

Again, please don’t get me wrong. I didn’t say you [must] carry out your mandate now, now, no! I’m only saying that there’s no more time to WASTE.

Rom 13:11-12 You know what sort of times we live in, and so you should live properly. IT IS TIME TO WAKE UP. You know that THE DAY WHEN WE WILL BE SAVED IS NEARER NOW THAN WHEN WE FIRST PUT OUR FAITH IN THE LORD. Night is almost over, and day will soon appear. We must stop behaving as people do in the dark and be ready to live in the light. CEV

There is also another complexity with Prophecies, Times and Fulfillment.

Many of us just read of certain “sweet” things that happened to someone or Israel in the bible and we just “claim it”.

We love to be assertive with the Position that as long as it’s scriptures and you believe it, it’s yours.

Zec 8:23 This is what the Lord of armies has said: IN THOSE DAYS, ten men from all the languages of the nations will put out their hands and take a grip of the skirt of him who is a Jew, saying, WE WILL GO WITH YOU, FOR IT HAS COME TO OUR EARS THAT GOD IS WITH YOU. BBE

Sincerely and practically speaking, how many of such scriptures have worked for you exactly as you “confessed” it?.

Many of us have walked the streets confessing until we have become fed up and even discouraged with Biblical Truth.

The problem is our UNDERSTANDING.

Follow this:

Isa 51:2 Abraham is your father, so look at him. Look at Sarah, who gave birth to you. ABRAHAM WAS ALONE WHEN I CALLED HIM. Then I blessed him, and he began a great family with many descendants." ERV

“Abraham was Alone” when called, could imply 1st that he was single and childless, or 2nd, that he was not called along with anybody else.

Only he was called to possess these blessings in that capalcity then.

Gen 12:1-2 The LORD said to Abram, "LEAVE YOUR LAND, YOUR RELATIVES, AND YOUR FATHER'S HOME. GO TO THE LAND THAT I WILL SHOW YOU. I will make you a great nation, I will bless you. I will make your name great, and YOU WILL BE A BLESSING. GW

These Prophetic declarations about Abraham had to do with a Specific Divine Purpose, People, Place and Time.

We, Christians, enjoy the covenant blessing of Abraham, being children by Faith.

Luk 1:72-74 TO PERFORM THE MERCY PROMISED TO OUR FATHERS, AND TO REMEMBER HIS HOLY COVENANT; THE OATH WHICH HE SWARE TO OUR FATHER ABRAHAM, That he would grant unto us, that we being delivered out of the hand of our enemies might serve him without fear, KJV

But except your Life and Time align with a Biblical entity in Purpose, and except God specifically inspires your Soul to akin to the specific scripture, you can only pray and hope for such blessings.

Gen 49:8-9 JUDAH, YOUR BROTHERS WILL PRAISE YOU. YOUR HAND WILL BE ON THE NECK OF YOUR ENEMIES, your father’s sons will bow down before you. You are a lion’s cub, Judah, from the prey, my son, you have gone up. He crouches and lies down like a lion; like a lioness – who will rouse him? NET

What makes this factor even more complex is that we are [mostly] looking for Fulfillment of Prophecy in terms of BLESSING to be received rather than RESPONSIBILITY to be carried out.

Pathetic!

I pray that we will not be chasing winds while our Prophetic season passes away, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Monday, for more of this insightful and enlightening Sub-Subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Friday, November 03, 2023

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[liesoverthec]

Buck saying that Maddie gave him baths when he was 2 is a really cute little memory offhand when he mentions it in 2x01.

.....until you think about the fact that Daniel had only died a year before so Margaret and Phillip were most likely still catatonic with grief. Maddie was probably the only one who made sure he was bathed, with no shampoo in his hair, and in clean clothes, and tucked into bed safe at the end of the day at that stage in his life.

#911 fox #the buckley siblings #evan buckley #maddie buckley #the way s4 changes literally everything i thought about the buckley siblings #in the best way #like everything is so much deeper #those two's childhoods were fucked huh #everything they say about their lives in the light of the daniel secret just makes everything sadder and at the same time better #bc they really helped each other become good people totally alone #i will always love them

[illicitlimerence-writes]

peace | g. russell

pairing: george russell x norris!reader word count: 2.9k words request: yes/no. by an anon: "hi love! hope you are doing great :) I wanted to request something with george if it was possible, maybe make it really angsty like the reader and him having a fight or one if them being jealous. thank you have an amazing day 💖" thanks so much for sending this <;3 warnings: jealous!george, language, idk what else, i'll add more once i read this again. a/n: not proofread! also english isn't my first language! i tried my best to write something really angsty but i just couldn't so i wrote this instead.

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you fixed your makeup, straightening your sweater before putting on your rain jacket. it had been raining non-stop in belgium since you arrived. it was the first race since summer break, the first of a triple header.

the first since your breakup.

your relationship with george had always been private. of course, there were pictures of you two that sparked rumors, a celebratory hug that lasted a second too long, his arm around your shoulders as you walked in the paddock.

you had never been more glad that nobody knew about you. you could definitely live without dozens of reporters or internet trolls trying to get whatever little bit of information they could get their hands on.

you had met because of your brother, they raced against each other since childhood, and a friendship blossomed at some point. lando and george got along really well, they knew how to keep the rivalry on track and disconnect and enjoy their time together. you always tagged along, wherever you were, lando was always close by. and so was the other way around.

you had been there for every win, loss, heartbreak and joy throughout their careers. you had been with george when he first got the news that mercedes and williams were interested in giving him a seat for the 2019 f1 season. even though he didn't want to get his hopes up, you were there to remind him of everything he'd accomplished in his career, and how much he deserved that seat because of his hard work and dedication. that night you shared your first kiss.

since then, you were a secret to everyone, even your twin brother. not that you weren't proud of your relationship with george, but there was something so thrilling about sneaking around with him, making out in your bedroom with your boyfriend while your brother streamed next door. leaving the mclaren garage or hospitality unnoticed just so you could wish him good luck before a session or a race, and hiding from the cameras that tried to capture your secret moments.

now, almost a month after your breakup, you don't know if you're ready to see him again. of course you've seen him, on instagram and stuff, but not in person, not after hungary. all weekend you stayed inside the mclaren hospitality, using the rain as an excuse both to stay in and for your mood. but it's race day, and not even a boy would stop you from supporting your brother and the team that you call family.

you make your way to the paddock with lando, you shield under the roof and warmth of the hospitality until it's almost time for the lights to go out. you do your usual pre-race ritual with lando, and wait for the race to start. you feel anxious and unsure about the weather conditions, especially after your brother's crash yesterday. he tells you he feels better, but you can't help but worry every time he gets into the car.

the race is red-flagged, and ten minutes become thirty. then forty. then your brother falls asleep on your shoulder. and you're bored. most drivers are just sitting there watching the broadcast, some, like lando, sleep a little to regain energy. but someone who needs to let some of his energy out is daniel ricciardo. you see him from the other side of the garage as he pretends to wrestle with his trainer and laugh, causing lando to groan and wake up. you apologize and stand up before he can use you as his pillow again.

"hey," you say as you approach daniel. since he switched teams to mclaren you've gotten to know each other more, and he's taken the role of an older brother.

"baby norris, nice of you to join us." you roll your eyes at the nickname. it was george who started calling you that. since you and lando obviously had the same last name, whenever one of your friends adressed you by it you'd both answer at the same time, which started a fight about who should be called by your last name.

"i've got it!" george said. "lando will be norris, and (y/n) will be baby norris,"

"i'm bored," you state.

"everyone's bored. we have to find some ways to keep ourselves entertained and hyped up for the race," he says as removes his headphones from his ears and places them around his neck.

"what do you have in mind?" you ask, placing your hands inside the pockets of your mclaren rain jacket.

"i don't know. i was thinking about going out to cheer the crowd a little. it's not fair that they're standing out in the cold and rain for so long," he shook his head. "wanna join?" he asked. you thought for a second, looking back to your sleeping twin brother, then nodded.

"sure, let's go," you grabbed your beanie and put it on before going out to the rain. you followed daniel outside, going to the pit wall. the crowd roars as they see his blue racing suit and your orange jacket behind him, although they probably think it's lando and not you.

"let's get them to do a mexican wave," he says, and starts moving his arms. you laugh at the sight of this giant waving his arms up and down. the crowd doesn't understand what he's trying to do and just laugh at his antics.

"maybe we should call checo for help," you chuckle, daniel's eyes light up.

"let's do it!" he grabs your hand and starts running to the red bull garage. you spot the mexican driver and wave at him, he makes his way to you two.

"hi (y/n), dan. what are you doing?" sergio asks, adjusting the cap on his head.

"we want to cheer up the crowd a bit." daniel began.

"and daniel thought it might be a good idea to do a mexican wave," you continued.

"but failed miserably, yeah i saw that," sergio said, laughing.

"wanna help?" you asked, raising your eyebrows, smiling wide in hopes to convince him, but he's already nodding his head.

the three of you make your way back to where you previously were, sergio waves to the crowd, and gives you and daniel instructions on how to sign to the crowd what you want to do.

he counts with his fingers and the three of you do a small wave, the crowd cheering. then you three point to them, telling them it's their turn. checo counts down again, and it's a nice first attempt, but got messed up at first.

"what's going on?" you hear behind you. you don't need to look to know who it is. you could recognize that voice even in your sleep.

"georgie! come join us!" daniel cheers, and you soon find yourself sandwiched between the aussie and the brit. george stands a little too close to you, and you refuse to look at him, choosing instead to focus on the guys on your left.

after god know how many attempts, the four of you manage to get the people to do a decent wave through the grandstand.

you jump in delight, giving the crowd a thumbs up before you turn to your aussie friend. he opens his arms and you jump, he lifts you off the ground and spins you around. daniel high-fives you as he sets you down.

"baby norris and the honey badger back at it again!" daniel cheers, hugging you with one arm. you laugh as daniel turns to wave one last time to the crowd, you do the same, and this time you can't ignore george's piercing gaze locked on you. you meet his eyes for half a second before returning to your friend. you smile at the aussie, making your way back to the garage and saying goodbye to sergio. you can't stop yourself, your eyes travel back to george, but he's nowhere to be found.

"i'm heading to the hospitality for something to eat, want something?" you ask once you're inside the garage.

"nah, i'm good. let me walk you, though." he offers but you shake your head.

"that's fine, you should stay here in case they decide to restart the race," you say and he nods. you part ways as you leave the garage. after you grab an apple from the hospitality, you decide to walk for a bit, away from the chaos on the other side. as you return to the garage, someone yanks your arm and drags you into a small room.

"what the fuck?!" you say, freeing your arm from the deathly grip. your eyes meet familiar ones. "george! what were you thinking? you scared the crap out of me!" you scolded. you move to look for the door, but he stands in your way, making you stumble backwards.

"me... what are you thinking?" he huffs, making you frown.

"what are you talking about? let me go," you try again, but he grabs your hips and places your back against the door, now you're trapped.

"it's barely been a month and i see you've already found my replacement. good to know those promises were just empty words," he looks at you with anger in his eyes, but you just feel confused.

"replacement? george, i have no idea what you're talking about but may i remind you that you were the one who ended things?"

"don't pretend. you and danny, i saw the way he held you and how he looks at you." he locks his gaze on a spot next to your head, not looking at you.

"we're not together anymore, remember? i can do whatever i please and you just have to deal with it."

"is that what you think?"

"it's what you said when you left me all alone in an unknown city. you can't just walk away like that and expect to be welcomed back with open arms." you raise your voice a little, pushing him back.

"i told you i needed space,"

"and i gave you space. so you have no right to come here and prevent me from moving on. deal with it." you repeat your words, his words.

"no." he says.

"i'm sorry but i wasn't asking. you didn't ask for my opinion when you decided to abandon me in budapest like i meant nothing to you!" you put your hands on his shoulders and shove him backwards.

"i didn't want to leave you!" he raises his voice, his hands grabbing each side of your waist and pulling you with him.

"that why did you do it!?" you didn't care if someone heard you outside. you needed answers, deserved them.

"because we don't want the same things... i..."

"what?" you urge him to continue.

"i heard you once, a few months ago. talking to lando. he asked if you ever thought about getting married, starting a family. and without missing a beat, your answer was yes."

you remained quiet, thinking back to that moment. it was true, you did see yourself doing all that, but not at the moment, at least.

"and i don't. i see myself doing this, for as long as i can. i can't picture that quiet, normal life you wish. i just see myself, with you by my side." he admits. your breath hitches in your throat.

"that is why i broke up with you. a stupid choice that i've regretted ever since i walked away from you."

"you decided... to break up with me... instead of asking what i thought?" it sounded harsh once you said it out loud.

"wouldn't've changed a thing," he said, stepping away from you.

"george," you started, but he shook his head, zipping up his blue jacket.

"forget it, you deserve someone who can give you a normal life,"

he left the room before you could even react, you tried to run after him but someone called your name. charlotte told you they were restarting the race, and grabbed your arm, rushing to the garage.

as the cars left the pit lane, your leg jumped up and down on its own accord. half of you was too busy thinking about the race, worrying about the rain that would not stop pouring down. whilst the other half thought about your conversation with george.

it was true, what he'd heard, you did see yourself married. even though you lived a hectic life, you knew it would be difficult and you needed someone who could live with that.

a normal person wouldn't understand it. but, as you saw the red flags coming out again, then seeing george's car passing by, you realize you don't need normal.

you just need him.

the drivers leave their cars, get weighed and return to the garages. you get up and leave to watch the podium celebration. your heart races as they hand george his second-place trophy, and he wastes no time in lifting it up in the air. his team cheering for him. from up on the podium, he spots you, you stand out, an orange dot in a sea of whites and blacks. he pours the champagne, so incredibly happy, and at that moment, you can't tell if what you feel on your face are tears or just the rain.

a body stands next to you, your twin brother places an arm on your shoulders, you lean your head on his.

"how does it feel like? being up there?" you ask, watching as george poses with the other drivers for pictures.

"it's unreal. there's no other feeling quite like it, you know? when your hard work is finally rewarded and acknowledged." you nod.

"do you think that's how he's feeling right now?" you both watch the young driver scanning the crowd, a joyful look on his face.

"probably. he'd be happier if whatever happened between you was resolved," he says casually.

"wh- how?"

"i'm your twin. you can't hide anything from me, (y/n)."

"why didn't you say something?" you asked but he just shrugged his shoulders.

"he loves you, you know?"

"i love him as well," you feel your chest getting hot. "i want to fix things but-"

"then do it. go up to him and say it, make him listen and figure it out. i don't like seeing you like this."

"i don't think i can. not here, i-"

"george! oi! come here!" lando yells, dragging you with him until you're standing in front of george. "you broke my sister's heart, the least you can do is listen to her." he says, and george's eyes widen, he locks eyes with you briefly before returning his gaze to your twin. "and don't think you're safe, i will speak to you later, no matter how you resolve this thing." he leaves you both speechless.

you both remain silent for a few seconds, you refuse to meet his gaze, locking your eyes on the floor, your eyes catching the shiny trophy in his hand.

"cool trophy," you say after the awkward silence becomes too much.

"(y/n)-" he begins.

"i don't need normal." you interrupt him, "i don't want or need a normal life because i don't have one. i don't want someone waiting for me at home when i could be with someone who i can do all of this with. i'm young, you're young. if you asked me to marry you i'd probably say yes without a second thought. that's something we both agree in. and kids, i love them, i want them at some point. but, i don't feel ready for kids right now, nor do i think i'll be ready for them in a long time. but guess what? that's a bridge we'll cross when the time comes," you rant. his lips part but he doesn't speak, his eyes are locked on yours.

"we can work out what we need, what we want. all in its time." you lean close, his hands twitching, stopping himself from holding you.

"i could never give you peace, this lifestyle it's always changing, it's not stable it-"

"and that is enough for me. i told you, i don't need perfect, i don't need normal, i need you." you grab his face in your hands, your thumbs rubbing circles on his cheeks.

"i'm so sorry," he says, holding your waist with one hand.

"that's okay. just, promise me, whatever's going on inside that head of yours, we'll talk about it. our choices, we'll make them together. the consequences, we'll face them together as well."

"i promise, i do." he says, nodding his head. your hands slide down to his chest, relishing in the feeling of his body under your touch after what felt like years without it.

"good." you barely get the words out before george pulls you close and attaches his lips to yours. you melt under his touch, smiling into the kiss. you lean back, breathing heavily.

suddenly, you become aware of everything around you. the people, the cameras, the fans.

"okay, okay, that's enough now. come on, show's over," lando appears out of nowhere, stepping between you two and pushing you away from each other.

your face feels warm as lando keeps you both at arm's length, and walks you to the garage. someone comes up to george and gets the trophy from his hands, you side eye him, taking advantage of lando walking a few steps ahead of you, and stretch your arm. george takes your hand behind your brother's back, which reminds you of when you used to sneak around.

"now, i want to set some rules," lando says, turning his head to the side, catching you two. "stop that! get away!" he yells pushing his way between you again, you just laugh.

"oh, dear brother, this is going to be so much fun," you throw an around his shoulder, standing on your tiptoes to ruffle his hair.

"whatever, just don't make out in front of me."

"no promises," george says.

"shut up, i still need to have a talk with you."

"that's okay, my mom taught me all bout the birds and the bees a while ago," george smiles, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"i'll kill you," lando narrows his eyes.

"run, george!" you laugh. he chuckles, before realizing you're serious. lando's gaze is murderous.

"oh, shit," he says, sprinting away, your brother chasing after him.

"everything okay, baby norris?" daniel appears behind you.

"never better."

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[authenticmiya]

Hey, how are you ?!!

I love your imagines !!

I was wondering if you could do one with Johnny Lawrence of 84!

It's a suggestion 🥺

He had a secret crush on Tommy's best friend, Y / N, so he wanted to talk to her, but was afraid he just ended his relationship with Alli. And he knew that she didn't want a relationship now, due to the various traumas that occurred, so much so that the day comes that he decides to tell his feelings!

🥺🥺😘

My Girl - Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Summary - Reader and Tommy have been best friends since they could remember. Alongside Tommy, came the Cobra Kai’s. Meaning a certain blonde hair, blue eyed karate student, had his eyes on you.

Words - 2.1k

Warnings - mentions of toxic past relationships, fluff, angst.

A/N - I’m great Thankyou, how are you? Thankyou so much for sending in your suggestion! Anyone can feel free to send in any requests!

To everyone else, you were one of the prettiest girls in school. Curvy, honest, caring, nurturing. You weren't the typical 'popular girl' who'd turn her nose up at other groups of students, and that's why you were so loved.

You lived at home alongside your older sister. Your parents tended to business all over the country, meaning it was usually just the two of you. The two of you were very close, and supported each-other through everything, just like how you and your best friend, Tommy.

"So tell me again why you didn't want to go to the beach tonight? All of your Cobra Kai's are there." Y/S/N plopped herself next to you on the couch.

"Can't I enjoy a peaceful night in with my sister?" You smirked and she rolled her eyes.

"Okay fine, Ali's there." You groaned.

"So what? She's your best friend Y/N?"

"No she was my best friend, she's been talking shit about the Cobra's - even Tommy. I get that her and Johnny aren't together anymore, but I've gotta look out for my boys." You admitted, throwing popcorn into your mouth.

"Your boys? You mean Johnny is your boy? The guy has had the hots for you since you were ten." She stated and now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

"Then why did he date Ali?" You questioned.

"Oh baby sister, you have so much to learn. It's obvious that he wasn't going to ask you out before her. You'd just come out of a sticky relationship." You shivered at the thought of your past.

"I get you were young and in love with that jackass, but just because you were young, doesn't mean he had the right to hit you left, right and centre." Maybe she was right, you hadn't really let your guard down with anybody after that.

"Let's not bring that up please." You told her.

"The only thing stopping you two from growing old together, is the fact that Tommy is practically like your big brother. He'd flip a table." Your sister grinned. Speaking of Cobra's, you heard some motorcycles pull up outside your house.

"Snakes in three, two, one." Your sister counted down and then your door knocked.

"Your hair looks a mess." You admitted to Tommy, ruffling up his hair as he walked into your home.

"Honesty is the best policy Y/L/N." Bobby laughed.

"What the hell happened to you?" You questioned Johnny, noticing how flustered and sad he looked.

"Lover boy had his first dosage of heartbreak tonight at the beach." Bobby called out to you from the kitchen.

"Yeah nice one man, thanks!" Johnny said sarcastically, making his way through your house. You shot your sister a confused look, and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Tommy, your ass better not be eating my leftover pizza!" Your sister shouted and that's exactly what he was doing.

"I appreciate that I'm not having to fix any of your faces tonight guys, but what exactly do you want?" You asked them, grabbing some lemonade from the fridge.

"Well sweet-heart, there's a new kid on the block, Daniel Larusso. He was flirting with Ali." Tommy stole your drink from your hand.

"And how do you feel about that?" You asked Johnny.

"She wouldn't talk to me, so I broke her radio and gave him a seek in assist the old fashioned way." Johnny admitted.

"I take it he's not as good at Karate as you then Johnny?" You joked, trying to make light of the conversation.

"The sexual tension in this room is making me gag." Your sister shoved passed you and grabbed a drink from the refrigerator.

"You're delusional." You muttered.

"I'm sure you'll be lucky with Larusso if you haven't already made a pass at Johnny." Bobby joked, but none of you laughed.

"Like hell man, watch your damn mouth." Johnny snapped.

"Dude seriously?" Tommy glared at him.

"I was joking, come on guys." Bobby tried to defend himself and you all ignored him.

"Quit being mean so Bobby, he just wanted to be apart of the comedian club." You snickered, making everybody burst into laughter.

"I take it you guys are staying the night?" Your sister asked them all.

"It's an annual thing, so if you don't mind?" Tommy smiled.

"Dude, the three of you have sleepovers everyday of the week. It's a fucking daily thing at this rate." Your sister laughed, heading up the stairs to sort the sleeping arrangements out.

Once the beds were ready to go, everyone seemed fairly tired and headed upstairs.

"Y/N wait-" Johnny stopped you from outside your room. Unbeknownst to him that his two friends, and your sister were eavesdropping.

"Can I please talk to you? I kinda need a girl's help, and well you get Tommy through a lot of shit.." He began to rant and you stopped him.

"Calm down Johnny, let's talk." You ushered him into your room, and he laid on your bed, leaning against the bed frame.

"I didn't really know how to say it front of everyone, but you know what a breakup is like. How'd you get over it?" Johnny sighed and you frowned.

"I don't think I ever really got over it because of what he did to me. I'd like to have said I turned into some badass overnight but I didn't. It takes time, and the two of you only broke up a couple of weeks ago. The whole situation is still raw and you have to allow yourself time to heal." You admitted to him.

He couldn't help but stare at you, take in all of your perfections as you we're giving him advice.

"Young love is a load of ass Y/N. She didn't even care about what I had to say tonight." Johnny frowned and it really did look like he was about to cry.

"Jokes on her Johnny, because any girl should be blessed to have you." You smiled, making his stomach erupt into a million butterflies.

"I really appreciate that." He whispered, slowly leaning in, but you leaned back.

"I'm so sorry if you thought that's where I was going with this Johnny, I don't think either of us are ready for that just yet." You coughed out, not really sure how to deal with it.

"No I'm sorry Y/N, I shouldn't have done that. Shit." Johnny was quick to scramble out of your room, and it took you a few moments to comprehend the situation.

Chasing after him and staying in your room  were your thoughts for the night. You knew he'd probably be embarrassed, so you didn't wanna push that any further. But he wanted to kiss you. Was that because he wanted to use you as a rebound? To get over his eventful evening with his ex? You had no idea. Or was it because he had now genuinely come to terms of how he really felt towards you?

“Wake your ass up!” Tommy screamed as the morning sunshine came through your curtains.

“Tommy I’m giving you five seconds to get the heck out of my room, or I’m going to smack you silly.” You yawned, suddenly realising it was your first day back for senior year.

“You weren’t saying that to Johnny when he tried to kiss you last night.” Tommy whispered, and your eyes nearly fell out of your head.

“Your secrets safe with me sleepy head, but he wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t mean it.” Tommy gave you a half-hearted smile and left you alone.

“One year to make it all work Y/N.” You muttered, throwing on some clothes to start your senior year.

“The queen has finally made her entrance.” Tommy laughed, handing you a plate of pancakes.

“You look beautiful Y/N.” Bobby smiled, making Johnny clench his jaw.

“Wow it finally looks like a cat hasn’t dragged you through a bush.” Y/S/N ruffled up your hair.

“Well now if does.” You groaned, flattening your hair back out. Time was ticking and it was soon time for school.

“Have a good day you guys!” Your sister waved you all off. It was as if the Cobra’s had it planned all along, because Tommy and Bobby were quick to drive away on their motor-cycles, leaving you and Johnny.

“Can I pitch a ride please?” You asked Johnny with hopeful eyes.

“Of course.” He smiled lightly.

“Can we please talk about last night?” You asked and his smile soon faded.

“We’ve gotta get to school.” You nodded at him, before sitting behind him. The journey to school wasn’t long at all, and it was typical for you to spend your morning alongside the Cobra Kai’s motorcycles.

“I don’t want things to be awkward Johnny, you’re one of my best friends. I’ve got a lot of issues, despite how happy I come across. Maybe one day we can make a thing of us?” You suggested and he had nothing to say.

And so that’s how was it was like, for a very long few weeks after that. Johnny hadn’t said a lot to you, and it slowly made you realise, that you didn’t know what you had, until it started to go away.

“Johnny still not talking to you?” Tommy asked, as the two of you walked together in front of the Cobra Kai’s. You turned around, but Johnny avoided eye contact before turning around the corner to his class.

“He’s insanely in love with you Y/N, I guess he’s just scared.” In love? Come again?

“In love with me, why would you say that?” You asked.

“Trust me, I know.” The two of you continued walking towards your classroom, when you were stopped by a certain Daniel Larusso.

As Johnny was walking to class, he couldn’t help let the overwhelming sense of guilt override him.

“What’s going on with you and Y/N dude?” Bobby asked one of his best friends.

“I don’t know myself man.” Johnny responded.

“You two are so damn love blind.” Bobby groaned in annoyance that his two friends still hadn’t made moves on each-other.

“I can’t push the boundaries again, it’s obvious she’s afraid to be with someone new, and I don’t want to upset her.” Johnny admitted.

“That’s the thing though Johnny, you’re not someone new. Everyone knows about what happened with her ex, and you can be the one to make her trust again.” Bobby’s words were so convincing.

“I’ve gotta go and get my girl.” Johnny shoved his books into Bobby’s hands and rushed back to the other hallway you were in with Tommy. But Bobby didn’t stop there, of course he was going to watch the scene unfold.

“What the hell do you want Larusso?” Tommy stood protectively in front of you.

“You need to sort your boyfriend out Y/N, his attitude is kind of stinky.” Daniel teased.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You muttered.

“I think he’s about to be.” Tommy noticed Johnny heading over to the two of you.

“Get the hell away from my girl, punk.” Johnny shoved Daniel out of the way, and you bit the inside of your cheek anxiously - not wanting your first day back to end up in a fight.

“Why does everyone think I’m you girlfriend?” You asked Johnny.

“Because I’ve waited so damn long to be able to call you mine Y/N, and I don’t want him taking you away from me, like he did with everything else.” Johnny admitted his feelings, regardless of everybody around him.

“Johnny what are you talking about?” You asked him.

“I’m not him Y/N. I will never be him. I think, I think I love you.” Johnny stepped forward and this time, you allowed him to kiss you. You felt yourself melting on the inside. Cheers and claps echoed through the school hallway as the bell rang.

“What do you say Y/N, will you please be my girlfriend?” He asked, lacing his hands with yours.

“Of course.” You blushed, wrapping your arms around him, and he felt the instant sigh of relief.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” You whispered.

“I was so not jealous, I was about to beat Larusso’s ass.” Johnny told you seriously.

“I think you’re forgetting about what Tommy might do to you.” You chuckled, looking over at your best friend and his attempt to look angry.

“It’s not half of the things that I’m going to do to you.” Johnny smirked. You could finally be free of your past, you finally had your man, and boy was he worth the wait.

#johnny lawrence imagine #cobra kai imagine #cobra Kai #cobra Kai x reader #Johnny Lawrence x reader #Johnny Lawrence #the karate kid #the karate kid x reader #the karate kid imagine

[kirishimaswife2819]

 Wrong || Katsuki Bakugou x Reader (Birthday fic)

Masterlist 1 || Masterlist 2

↠Author’s Note: Hi! I hope you guys like this, I feel like it didn’t turn out how I wanted it to but I still think that it’s okay. Hope you guys like it! -Danielle <3

↠Characters: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

↠Summary: After accidentally distancing yourself from Bakugou to avoid accidentally revealing the secret party you’re planning for him, he assumes the worst and stays late at work because of it, but what happens when he comes home and realizes he was completely wrong?

↠Genre: Angst to fluff

↠Word Count: 2.1k

↠Warnings: None

↠Notes: None

You yawned and rolled over, reaching over to grab onto your husband, but when he wasn’t there, you opened your eyes. His side of the bed was empty, so you looked at the clock and saw the time. You frowned, he should still be in bed, he never left bed that early.

Normally in the mornings, he woke up early for the pure purpose of cuddling you, not that he would admit that out loud though. Plus, he always shook you awake to let you know that he was going to go get ready for work, so you found it even more odd that he didn’t do that either.

“Katsuki!?” You called, and soon enough he entered the bedroom.

“What?” He asked, crossing his arms, dressed in his work clothes.

“Why are you leaving so early?” You asked, sitting up and wiping some sleep from your eyes.

“I have to get to work early,” he replied, “I gotta go, bye.”

“Oh, wait-” you tried, but he already walked out of the bedroom door. You frowned, and considered going after him, but he clearly wasn’t in the mood right then, so you decided to just leave him go. You could tell him happy birthday when he got home from work. Besides, if he went in early, that meant he could come home early and get to come home to the party earlier. In your head, you did the math and concluded that Katsuki should be home around four or five, so you still had plenty of time to get everything set up.

You went back to sleep for a few hours, before finally finding the energy to get up out of bed and continue on with your day.

Bakugou sat at his desk, his pile of paperwork sitting in front of him. He was planning on getting some done since he went in earlier than he was supposed to but he was pissed and didn't want to accidentally burn any of it.

He knew that you had to be cheating on him and he was pissed off. You must not have noticed that he noticed, but you changed your password and took his finger print out of his phone. He also saw you delete a call, he just didn't see who it was.

Little did he know, you were planning a huge party for his thirtieth birthday, and you were just covering your tracks so that he didn't find out about it before it actually happened.

But that wasn't an option in his mind as he sat there, refraining from burning some hand prints into his desk. Eventually he got sick of trying to do paperwork and just went to go let some steam off.

"Okay, everything's set up, now we just need Katsuki," you announced, pressing the last corner of a banner that said "Happy Birthday Katsuki!!" to make it stick to the wall better.

The party was big, but you only invited a few of his close friends, knowing he wouldn't want to see a ton of people on his birthday. So, you just had a lot of stuff to do and his favorite foods there.

"When's he get off work?" Kirishima asked, sitting at your kitchen table.

"Any minute now," you said, glancing at the clock and seeing it was a little past five so he should be home soon. And so you waited.

And waited.

And waited

And then waited some more. Everybody tried calling Katsuki multiple times and every time he either ignored them or picked up and told them he was busy before hanging up the phone again. And to top it all off, he wouldn't even answer your calls, or texts, he either rejected them or straight up ignored them before finally you gave up.

"Are you alright?" Kirishima asked, watching as you messed with the food on your plate. Mina and Sero had to leave since they had work the next day and Denki passed out on the couch. And anybody else that was there also went home.

"I'm fine," you replied, sighed and sitting straight up from your previous position of resting your head on your hand, "You can get Denki and go home."

"Are you sure?" Kirishima asked, frowning, "I can help you clean up if you want. Or I can go see Bakugou and talk to him."

"No, it's fine. Just get Denki and go," you said, "Thanks for helping me set all this up."

"Yeah, you're welcome," Kirishima said, "Are you sure that you're fine?"

"I told you that I was fine, just go!" You snapped and Kirishima looked at you, concerned, but he still got up and went into your living room to go wake Denki up. They left after saying goodbye.

And as soon as you heard the front door slam shut, you broke down, crying into your hands, asking yourself a million questions.

Why hadn't Bakugou come home? Why was he ignoring you? Did he not want to spend his birthday with you?

You didn't know the answer to any of them and that just made you sob harder. You were crying so much, that you didn't even hear your husband enter the house around eleven that night.

As soon as he stepped in, he had to pause to process what was in front of him. And when he did, everything made a whole lot more sense, everything pieced together in his mind.

The deleted calls, password change, you being a bit distant, everything made complete and total sense. He sighed and brought a hand to his forehead, mentally beating himself up for even thinking that you’d do that to him. Of course you wouldn’t, you’ve been married to him for four years, and in those four years you had been the absolute best to him.

He was also mad at himself for forgetting it was his birthday, why didn’t anyone say anything to him at work? Was it because he looked like he was about to explode everything the whole day? Or did they all forget too? Either way, he was pissed off at everybody he worked with for not saying anything all day.

He sighed, eventually bringing his hand away from his forehead and deciding to go get ready for bed. He could apologize to you tomorrow, since he figured you were already asleep, and he would take the day off to spend with you. Just as he was about to make his way down the hall and to the room that you two shared, he heard quiet sobs, coming from the kitchen. 

He furrowed his brows at this and opened the door that led to the kitchen, and he was a bit shocked to find you at the table, sobbing into your hands. His heart was hurting at the fact that you were so upset that you hadn’t even heard him enter the home, or the kitchen for that matter.

Bakugou sighed, before approaching you and gently placing a hand on your shoulder, startling you. You jumped at the sudden contact and immediately turned. You could make out Katsuki’s form through your blurry eyes, but you couldn’t read his expression very well, so you started frantically wiping at your eyes.

“Where the hell have you been?” You questioned, attempting to sound loud and mad but instead you let out a choked sob half way through.

“Y/n, I am so sorry,” Bakugou apologized, which is a pretty rare occurrence but Bakugou knew he fucked up this time, “I totally forgot it was my fucking birthday, and I thought you were cheating on me, and-”

“You...” you interrupted, your voice a bit small and quiet but it still shut Katsuki up, “You what?”

“I thought you were cheating on me,” Bakugou said, and he watched your heart break all over again. He wanted nothing more than to reach out for you and pull you into his arms, but you were pissed and he knew it would probably be better to let you speak your mind before he tried to make it all better.

“You really-” you sniffled, “think that I would do that to you?”

“No, of course not! You’ve just been so secretive, and I guess I assumed the worst. I’m sorry,” Bakugou apologized but you didn’t want to hear any of it. You just walked past him and out of the kitchen without saying a word. Bakugou almost went after you, but he was getting more pissed off every minute, and he didn’t want to accidentally hurt your feelings again, so he settled for slamming his hands down on the counter and yelling out, “God dammit!”

You returned to your room and changed out of your outfit. It was Katsuki’s favorite outfit of yours, so you had worn it for his birthday. You didn’t even bother putting it in the laundry basket and instead just threw it on the floor, before pulling on a t-shirt and some sleeping shorts, and then getting ready for bed. Bakugou remained in the kitchen, thinking about what he should do at this point.

Finally, you were all curled up under your comforter, in your bed, and you let out a few sobs and sniffles before falling asleep, since you were pretty tired out from the day. Eventually Bakugou returned, being careful not to wake you as he entered the bathroom and showered, before getting dressed into his pajamas, which consisted of his t-shirt and his boxers. 

He glanced over at you, and the empty spot beside you. As much as he wanted to cuddle up beside you, he knew he couldn’t. One, you were pissed, and two, he knew he didn’t deserve to sleep with you after what an ass he was. So, he settled for the couch, it wasn’t like it was uncomfy, he could afford a pretty comfortable couch and you guys often napped on it, but it was the fact that you were upset with him that made it so hard for him to sleep that night. 

You opened your eyes, the next morning, to be met with your ceiling, and surprisingly, no sun in your eyes. Normally Katsuki opened the blinds as a way of telling you it was time to get up, but this time they were still closed. But you knew it wasn’t night, since the room was still pretty lit from the light that traveled through the blinds.

And then a smell hit your nose, the smell of your favorite breakfast food. Your brows furrowed at this, shouldn’t Katsuki be at work? And why the hell was he making you food? And then it hit you, the fight, he was doing it to apologize for what he did.

You knew that maybe you were being a little over dramatic but it hurt to spend all day doing something nice for somebody and then have them completely ignore it/not even notice it until later. You heard the bedroom door creak open and you glanced over to see your husband, still dressed in his pajamas, his hair an absolute mess, carrying a tray containing all your favorite breakfast foods.

“Morning, Y/n,” Katsuki greeted you, setting the tray on your nightstand, since you were still laying down, “Can we talk now?”

“Look, I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“Huh?” He replied, confused as to why you were apologizing to him.

“I shouldn’t of been so secretive. I just wanted to surprise you on your birthday, I’m also sorry I just walked away last night and-”

“No, no, no!” Bakugou quickly shut you up, “Don’t you dare fucking apologize to me. I’m the one who fucked up by not talking to you and assuming the worst. And then I forgot about my birthday and ended up hurting your feelings. This is my fault.”

“No, Katsuki, it’s-”

“No, stop it!” Bakugou interrupted again, “Shut up.”

“Fine, how about we both fucked up?” You questioned, and Bakugou grumbled.

“Sure, whatever, will shut you up,” Bakugou replied, and you smiled, sitting up and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Thank you for breakfast, but get over here!” You said, and Katsuki quickly sat down beside you, before letting you position yourself in his lap. Then you reached over and got the tray, setting in your own lap. Soon, the two of you were cuddling and eating. You occasionally reached over your shoulder and offered a bite to your husband, which he took each time. 

After finishing eating, you two ended up cuddled up next to each, and you sighed, happy to finally be alright with Bakugou again.

“Hey, Katsuki,” you asked.

“Hm?”

“Happy late birthday, sorry I didn’t say it yesterday,” you said.

“Thank you, babe. But don’t apologize, it’s my fault you didn’t get too. I love you,” he said, kissing your cheek before your lips.

“Love you too, Katsu.”

Thank you to these two anons for the idea!!! <3

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[redhoodieone]

Fucking Perfect

A/N: Hey, y’all!!! Here’s another fic that was actually a request from @jasontoddslut. I hope you all enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language, violence, and smut!

It wasn’t that late. With a DVD and a large free pepperoni pizza in hand (the pizza was actually a “thank you” from a local pizza owner after Jason saved his life), Jason couldn’t help but keep smiling underneath his red helmet as he drove to his and Danielle’s home. They were supposed to have a night in; no distractions, no interruptions, and no patrolling, for him at least.

But Bruce had called him for help last minute around 9:00 because Joker decided to break out of Arkham Asylum with every other inmate, from Harley Quinn to Scarecrow. To say the mission was bizarre as hell wouldn’t be exaggerating. Jason and Dick laughed their asses off the entire night because it was like a high school reunion for all of Gotham’s villains. Even Bruce couldn’t help but grin a little when he saw the Riddler and Penguin link arms and skip down the street behind Bane, Two Face, Mr. Freeze, and Killer Croc.

It was one hilarious but memorable sight.

But now all Jason could think about was getting back home to Danielle as he speeds down the streets on his bike from Arkham while holding the box of pizza and DVD. Just thinking about a hot shower, cuddling with Danielle on the couch under a fluffy blanket, and just falling asleep in the comfort of their home makes him consider giving up the vigilante life sometimes.

He wondered what his life would be like not being everyone’s hero.

No more subtle or dangerous injuries. Staying in bed the entire night. Having the ability to go here and there and do everything normal like others. Maybe even settling down somewhere in the countryside, where he can finally retain his own property, perhaps build himself his own auto salvage business where he’ll specialize in fixing and rebuilding expensive, fast cars and bikes.

Having something to call his own has always been a secret dream of his. Only Y/N knows all that.

Jason could just see it now: waking up early to see the beautiful sunrise from the safety on the ground, arm wrapped protectively around his wife, who would be pregnant with their child...

He initially tenses up at that particular thought. Jason has never even spoken about his desire to have kids. Hell, he has always boasted about hating kids; often complaining about them being bratty, loud, and just being unbearable little shits.

Jason even pretends to despise Dick and Barbara’s five-year-old son, Tommy, just because he enjoys pissing them off. But in all honesty, Jason loves his nephew and knows damn well that if anything were to happen to Tommy...Jason would fucking kill them in a heartbeat.

Fuck, even Barbara gets on Jason’s ass about when he’s finally going to settle down and have kids of his own. She and Dick make the normal, perfect life look easy. They were brave and strong enough to walk away from the vigilante life, only promising Bruce that they’ll help him every now and then and only for big emergencies.

Jason couldn’t believe it at first. Dick and Barbara just happily moved to a safe, typical suburban but luxurious home far away from Gotham. They made it look so effortless and picture-perfect.

With Dick and Barbara gone, all Jason has is Tim and Damian around. Which isn’t much considering they have their own lives.

And Jason used to have Y/N, his best friend.

Before Jason’s thoughts could consume him more, he pulls up to the private parking garage at his penthouse. After he parks his bike, he climbs off and removes his red helmet; quickly inhaling air after sweating so much. Holding the helmet underneath his left arm, he carries the pizza and DVD and heads to the elevator.

He sighs heavily; his back hurts like fuck after being thrown around a lot from Killer Croc. He wonders if it would be completely sexist or just entirely fucked up if he asks Danielle for a backrub.

We’ve been together for two years. She knows my line of work, and if she really loves me, she’ll give me an all-body massage...and besides...this is the first time I’m asking for one anyways, he thinks to himself.

The elevator dings and opens for him; revealing the private floor that is his, courtesy of Bruce. If it weren’t for Bruce, Jason wouldn’t have the luxury of such a private and quiet place to call home. Bruce owns the entire building, mostly business associates and employees live and stay here anyways.

Jason walks to the door and opens it; is actually quite stunned that it’s unlocked. Mostly because he’s OCD about that, even if this floor and this entire building is private, Jason still likes to take precaution.

The guy fucking grew up on the streets and has seen and done bad things. Really bad. But he’s not like that anymore. Oh, no he’s not. Now, Jason lives by his new principles, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a badass anymore or is violent by nature. He is still Jason Todd.

Stepping inside his penthouse, Jason kicks the front door shut with his heavy boot and sets the pizza and DVD on the entryway table. He puts his helmet back on and quickly pulls a gun from his thigh holster. Jason takes this seriously, just as with any mission or recon.

He quietly goes down the hallway, immediately notices their bedroom door is cracked open and a light is on. He raises his gun and says...

Fuck it. I’m going in with my gun. Hope this all ends well with no blood.

Jason kicks open the bedroom door and has the most fucked up, perfect view of his girlfriend, Danielle, in bed with another man; a man who is on top of her, fucking her underneath the covers, IN THEIR BED!!!!!

Danielle gasps in surprise. “Jason! What-what are you doing home so early?!” she panics. She sits up and pushes the man off of her. Her tits are on display, after the blanket falls from her chest.

The male brunette is shocked at seeing Jason. The naked man uses the sheet to hide his lower body. Jason thinks this guy is a fucking tool. He’s shaking badly, and he’s sputtering like an idiot.

“Oh, oh God! This is Jason? You’re with fucking Red Hood? Oh, my God...OH, MY GOD! This guy is gonna kill me, Dani! He-he has a fucking gun in his hand! I’m gonna fucking die!” the man cries out.

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN FUCKING MOUTH, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Jason yells from underneath his helmet. The voice changer that’s built into his helmet makes him sound more dark...even demonic. But Jason could care less about anything and everything right now. All he can think about is beating the shit out of this guy. “WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!”

Danielle runs a hand through her messy long red hair, and sniffles. She’s actually...crying?

“This is Paul-”

“Don’t fucking tell him my name! Jesus Christ! Are you trying to get me killed?!”

Jason aims his gun and shoots near Paul’s head. The loud, piercing sound fills the room. The bullet hits the wall, but nonetheless scares the shit out of Paul.

Paul covers his eyes and cries. “Of fuck...please don’t kill me. Oh God, please don’t...”

Jason removes his helmet in anger and throws it down. His green eyes are already red-rimmed. He won’t admit he’s crying...God no...his allergies must be acting up.

“So, what the fuck, Dani? You’re seriously sleeping with someone else?” Jason asks, rhetorically of course. “In our house...underneath our covers...in our bed?!”

“Jason, please. I-I didn’t want you to find out this way,” Dani says.

“But you wanted me to find out?” Jason snaps, suddenly moves closer to the bed. Paul moves backwards away from him. “You wanted me to find out, but just not this way? JESUS CHRIST, DANI! What the fuck were you thinking?! Why the hell would you do this to me, after everything we’ve fucking been through!”

“Because you weren’t here! You weren’t here tonight!” Dani yells.

“What the hell does that mean? You decided to cheat on me because I WASN’T HERE TONIGHT?!”

Paul slowly stands up with the sheet. “Maybe I should leave...” he mumbles.

“How about I show you the way out, BUDDY?!” Jason spits out. He grabs Paul’s throat and drags him across the bedroom.

“DON’T HURT HIM! PLEASE DON’T HURT HIM, JASON!” Dani cries out.

Jason was seeing red. He couldn’t see or think straight at all. With a huff, Jason slams Paul down to the floor and drops down to beat the fucking shit out of Paul. His fist keeps coming down hard and fast, and he definitely ignores Paul crying, pleading for him to stop. Jason even ignores the sight of a lot of blood and bones cracking underneath his punches.

“STOP IT! JASON, STOP HURTING HIM, PLEASE!” Dani screams in horror, pulling Jason back by grabbing his leather jacket.

When Jason finally stops, he realizes Paul’s face is almost disfigured because of the blood and swelling, but he doesn’t care. At all.

Jason shoves Dani away from him and glares down at Paul. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Paul. You’re not going to open your fucking mouth. You’re not going to tell anyone about my home. You’re not going to tell anyone about me. Your injuries? You’re going to tell everyone you got your pansy, white ass jumped in an alley and that you obviously lost the fight. And you’re going to walk out of here naked. You’re not going to look at Dani, not talk to her, not even think about her, you’re just going leave. NOW.”

“B-but what about my-my clothes?” Paul stutters.

Jason quickly collects all of Paul’s clothes and opens his bedroom window. He pulls out his lighter and lights the clothes on fire. Jason drops them over the railing. “You don’t need them. After fucking my girlfriend in my home and in my bed, you bet your homewrecking sweet ass that you’ll be walking home in nothing but shame and remorse. Now, get the fuck out of my house before I break your legs next.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir. No one will ever know about this,” Paul rambles on as he struggles to stand up. Once he does, he quickly leaves the bedroom but not before mumbling. “Why couldn’t she date Green Lantern or-or Batman. Wait! Not Batman! Anyone but Batman and Red Hood!”

As the front door slams shut, Jason turns to face his naked girlfriend, Dani. He feels his chest tighten, causing a pain he hasn’t felt since he was a kid and lost his mother and home. He wants to cry in front of her, maybe even scream at her, but all the anger he felt before is gone now. Jason’s only left with a sense of sadness and he doesn’t even know what to do about it.

The silence is killing them. He’s no fool. He can see she’s trying to hold herself together but is failing immensely because she’s looking up at him with those sad, puppy dog eyes.

But a thought quickly crosses his mind: only Y/N’s puppy dog eyes make him give into her. Every time. Y/N’s Y/C/E eyes weakens him, and he always wants to please her when she looks at him.

But Dani’s eyes don’t. There’s no sense of comfort and warmth in them like Y/N’s.

“I’m...I’m so sorry, Jay,” Dani begins.

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Jason interrupts angrily. He doesn’t even know why she’s apologizing. He knows he can’t forgive her. He won’t forgive her.

Dani scoffs. “You can’t seriously be pissed off at me. You’ve fucking cheated before. You’ve slept around like Bruce does. You can’t fucking hold this against me! I gave you a chance!”

“You’re forgetting that I used to do that!” Jason yells. He runs a hand through his messy dark hair and growls under his breath. He needs someone to calm him down. He needs someone to tell him everything’s going to be all right. He needs the comfort and warmth only one person has: Y/N. Jason realizes he needs her now more than ever, and that scares him a bit. “I haven’t done any of that shit since we’ve been together. The second I realized that I was in love with you, I changed. I changed because I wanted to be with you! And you bringing up my past to try to justify your actions is fucking wrong, Dani.”

“Cry me a fucking river, Jason,” Dani spits out.

“Nope. Not this time. Get the fuck out of my house.”

Dani doesn’t put up a fight. She gets dressed, packs a bag of her things, and tells Jason she’ll be back for the rest later. She does glance at him one last time before she walks out though.

“The thing is...I needed my boyfriend, not a hero.”

The door slams shut, leaving Jason frozen in place. The silence is deadly; he can feel his thoughts racing and screaming loud in his head.

He needs Y/N.

Jason needs his best friend.

Tears force themselves out his eyes as he calls Y/N.

“Hello?”

Jason pauses, and he wonders if he’s making a mistake. Maybe she won’t come. He hasn’t been a particularly good friend to her lately. “Y/N, I need you. I...need you, please...”

“I’m on my way.”

Jason knew he was in deep shit after he finished off a new bottle of whiskey before Y/N came over. He couldn’t help himself. After he hanged up with her, he ripped off his costume and stripped down to nothing but his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, even after lowering the thermostat to 62 degrees.

Perhaps the end of his real first serious relationship was suffocating him mentally and physically. He’s never lived with a girlfriend before either.

He was about to open a new bottle of whiskey just as the front door opens and closes.

“Jason?” Y/N calls out.

Jason whips around fast and grins. He’s buzzed, but not quite drunk yet. “Y/N!”

Y/N is stunned to see Jason in nothing but his underwear as he runs to her and embraces her hard. She stumbles back a bit, but he captures her easily to steady her and holds her tightly to his chest.

“You’re soaked...and cold,”

“It’s raining outside like it always does,” Y/N giggles and gently pushes Jason back a bit. “Let me take off my coat and get warmed up.”

Jason allows her, watches intently when Y/N takes off her raincoat. She’s wearing her black and red plaid pajama pants and a Metallica t-shirt he’s positive she stole from him. She kicks off her booties and displays her light blue fuzzy socks he adores.

Jason knew Y/N had to have been in bed when he called, but she came anyway. She always comes to him because she’s always there for him.

She’s always been here for me, hasn’t she? Why haven’t I seen it before? He thinks to himself.

Y/N smiles softly and reaches a hand out to Jason. He takes it, almost hypnotized by how he does anything she wants. She leads them to the couch, but not before she sees the pizza box and DVD on the entryway table. She raises an eyebrow at him.

“That...was my failed attempt at romance tonight,” Jason admits sheepishly.

Y/N shakes her head, but still smiles. “It doesn’t have to go to waste. We can eat the pizza and watch the movie, right? I mean...only if you want to, of course,” she says.

“Only with you, sweetheart.”

Y/N releases his hand and quickly grabs the pizza and movie. She meets him in the living room where Jason’s already sitting down. She smiles and puts the DVD on. But before she sits beside him, she heads over to the kitchen. She returns with two cans of soda and napkins.

Jason looks down when her soft, small hand reaches out to him...only to take away the unopened bottle of whiskey. “No more tonight...please.”

He can’t help but nod his head. She’s right, he’s had enough to drink. He can’t numb his feelings and thoughts anymore. That’s why when Jason starts crying, he doesn’t feel embarrassment or anything. Y/N’s seen him at his best and worst; and she’s still here no matter what.

The movie is playing, but they’re not watching it. Jason can’t even hear it. When he looks up to see why, he can only see Y/N looking at him.

She doesn’t ask why he’s crying. Jason knows Y/N’s caring nature is all about comfort and understanding. That’s why he doesn’t move or say anything when she scoots closer to hug him. The second she wraps her arms around his neck, he cries freely. He embraces her; allows her scent of cinnamon and sandalwood calm him down.

Jesus Christ...has she always smelled so good? Fuck...this perfume is making me hard right now. Jason shamelessly thinks to himself.

“It’s okay, Jay. What you’re feeling right now, it’s not forever. You won’t feel like this again anytime soon. I promise,” Y/N whispers. She runs her hand through his hair. “I’ll always be here for you. Always and forever.”

Jason opens his eyes and pulls back to see Y/N. Clarity finally hits him. His heart beats faster when he looks down to her soft lips and back up to those puppy dog eyes, that he loves so much. She looks back at him with the same intensity, he wonders if she recognizes what he’s just realized.

“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?” Jason whispers.

Y/N smiles as she runs both her hands up and down Jason’s chest. “It took you long enough to see it,” she answers.

“I’m a fucking idiot,” he says, nodding his head in agreement.

“No, no you just made a mistake and now you’re going to give me what we both deserve,” Y/N says softly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jason finally kisses Y/N. He wanted to slam his lips against hers, but he knew she deserved better than that. He takes his time and allows their mouths to move together, so they can really feel each other. But the second Y/N opens her mouth for more, Jason can’t say no and deny her that.

He tastes her as thoroughly as he can, but he wants more. He pulls away and asks her with his eyes. When she nods her head, he gently pushes her back onto the couch and climbs on top of her so their pelvis’ touch appropriately.

“I would take you to my bed, but I have to burn it because it’s seriously fucked up, doll,” Jason says in between his kisses. “Another man’s cum is stained all over my blankets...in case that’s not clear enough, Dani cheated on me.”

Y/N caresses Jason’s cheek and gently smiles at him. He was expecting her to cuss about Dani or get uncomfortable about talking about what happened, but Y/N did neither of those things. Her eyes said it all.

“It’s okay,” Y/N whispers. She leans up a bit to kiss him. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jason closes his eyes and sighs. Y/N was here, and she’s not going anywhere. And that’s all his heart needs to move forward.

When he opens his eyes, Y/N sits up a bit to take off her t-shirt. She’s braless. Jason’s sharp intake of breath is evident when he can’t take his emerald, green eyes off her perfect tits. Jason helps her remove her pajama pants, along with her panties and socks.

His cock is painfully hard in his underwear. Seeing Y/N’s naked body underneath his is giving him all sorts of naughty ideas, but he knows what he really needs right now.

Y/N knows, too. She bites her bottom lip and pushes down Jason’s underwear, revealing his hard cock. She briefly takes in how thick his dick is and how delicious the precum is smeared across the head.

“I promise I’ll take my time learning what you taste like and what makes you cum. I just...I just need to feel...” Jason struggles out, but when Y/N touches his chest, he inhales deeply. “I need to feel warm. I need to feel...you.”

Y/N nods and looks deep into Jason’s eyes. “Feel me, Jay. I want you to feel all of me.”

Jason bravely pushes his cock inside Y/N’s pussy. He closes his eyes and breathes hard. She was everything he was hoping for. He loved the way her walls were tight, warm, and wet. He lowers his forehead to hers and he bathes in the way she moans. Jason pulls back a bit to look down at her; he smiles at the way she bites her bottom lip and throws her head back.

“Fuck...Jay move, please,” Y/N moans.

He’s more than thrilled to do her request, especially when she moans out his nickname only she can call him.

Jason moves his hips. His cock shifts in and out of her steadily before he thrusts deeper. Y/N wraps her arms around him and meets his thrusts so his cock can hit her g-spot. Jason was proud at that moment for having a cock shaped well enough to hit Y/N’s g-spot; he desperately wants to make her cum so hard.

“Oh, fuck...you feel so good, princess. Do you like taking my cock like this?” Jason moans out.

Y/N moans and wraps her legs around Jason’s waist. “Y-yes! Your cock is so big. Please go harder. I-I want to cum!” Y/N cries out.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll fuck you harder! I want you to cum with me! I want to feel you cum on this big cock!” he’s panting, he’s giving her everything she wants.

Jason fucks her harder, slams his hips against Y/N’s body. He’s already on the verge of cumming, but he can’t help it. Y/N’s moans are affecting him. Her tight heat is hitting him harder than ever. He knows this’ll be over any second, but he promised her he’ll take his time when they do it again...maybe for round two tonight.

He lowers a hand to rub her engorged clit as he thrusts faster. He’s so close. He’s so close to a hot release and he wants her to cum with him.

“Cum with me, princess. I want to feel you cum so hard,” Jason pants out, his thrusts are crazy and uneven.

Y/N raises her hips so Jason thrusts five times to make her orgasm. She cries out his name. She cums hard and all over his cock. Her walls tighten around him, and she’s sure her body goes into shock. When Y/N looks up with lustful, hazy eyes, she sees Jason’s face contorted in amazement at her.

More than satisfied, Y/N pinches her own nipples and bites her bottom lip. She wants Jason to cum now.

“Cum in me, Jay. Fill me up with your hot, delicious cum. Mmm...I can’t wait to taste it. I want to suck your big, hard cock next,” Y/N says seductively.

Jason’s face adorably scrunches up as his release hits him. He thrusts a few more times, cumming hard like she did, spurting every drop of his cum inside her. His moans drive her wild. He breathes heavily and continues to ride out his orgasm until he has nothing left to spill inside.

He pulls out and drops beside her, but quickly holds her so she doesn’t fall off the couch.

Because just imagine getting a concussion after having an orgasm.

Y/N hums in the afterglow of sex with Jason. She rests her head on his chest as he rubs her back. He kisses her forehead softly. He feels more than okay now but knows there will be plenty to talk about after the sexy haze fades.

Thoughts of living in the countryside flash into his mind. Watching that sunrise, with Y/N’s in his arms, and she’s carrying their child in her womb.

That perfect life appears real now. His dream doesn’t seem impossible to achieve. With Y/N there, everything seems possible.

“Are you okay now?” Y/N asks softly.

Jason grins and looks down at her. He doesn’t quite know what to say but figures he should try.

“With you in my arms, I’m fucking perfect, princess.”

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