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whereonceiwasfire · 2 years

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I’m going to need you all to indulge in my Vlad/Harriet hyperfixation for a second, because if I have to make this much space in my head for this then so do you *watches helplessly as you scroll away from my rambling post.*

Alright, well, that’s not going to stop me. I’ll talk to an empty room. Just you wait.

Anyway, so, I love the idea that while Vlad is just one big red-flag wrapped up in a tailor-made suit (and Harriet hasn’t run away screaming yet) he’s still reticent to let on that he’s a half-ghost. Because that’s GOT to be the final straw, right? The last of what she’s willing to put up with? So he keeps it secret. And while there’s a whole host of hilarious ways that can go down (especially because Harriet’s a reporter, and sharp, and Vlad has been a ghost for 20-some-odd years, and doesn’t spend a lot of time around humans, so probably has some bizarre and unnatural little habits) the specific thing I can’t stop thinking about is how Danny would tie into all of this. If Harriet doesn’t know Vlad’s a half-ghost, she certainly doesn’t know Danny’s a half-ghost, and the potential here is just KILLER.

First of all, this has got to be the absolute most confusing set of interactions Harriet has ever seen in her life. While she knows her man-child boyfriend has the emotional maturity of a damp washcloth, it’s bewildering just how much the son of their college friends drives Vlad CRAZY. Muttering under his breath about the Fenton boy, their weird silent stand offs whenever they’re in the same room together, the way Vlad blames absolutely anything that goes wrong on Danny. Car gets totaled in a random ghost encounter while he’s in Amity? Daniel. Something goes wrong at Vlad Co.? Daniel. Coffee maker doesn’t work? Daniel.

This could also potentially shift the power dynamic in a really fun way. Danny’s shocked, and frankly, a little nauseated, to figure out that Vlad’s dating someone. Don’t get him wrong, he’s thrilled the Fruitloop is finally off his mom, but it just doesn’t seem right that anyone could LIKE Vlad. However, he can tell the dude hasn’t told/doesn’t want his girlfriend to know he’s the literal thing of nightmares. And, as much as he’s doing a terrible job of it, Vlad is trying to act like he doesn’t have an ongoing rivalry with a fourteen year old whenever Harriet is around. Plastering on the dead-eyed smiles, offering polite platitudes through gritted teeth, etc., etc. Danny takes every advantage of this to drop in unannounced and pretend that Vlad’s just his weird uncle. Oh yeah, he absolutely definitely routinely has Danny over for dinner and movie nights, buys him expensive gifts, helps him with his homework. You know. The usual. And Vlad can’t say anything to the contrary because he can’t otherwise explain why Danny keeps showing up, not to mention the fact that Danny has made it VERY clear he’s willing to spill Vlad’s secret. Danny likes to pull Harriet aside with a deep and serious “I need to tell you something important,” then pause dramatically before he goes off about the frog he found at lunch or some such whatever. Vlad figures Danny probably won’t actually tell his secret, because the boy must know he’d be outing them both to a reporter if he says anything, but Vlad’s not entirely sure. After all, Daniel is an incompetent child who has done worse for less cause. So Vlad tries to be on his very best behavior. TRIES being the operative word. Anytime Harriet leaves the room, Danny and Vlad are at each other’s throats, wielding cutlery like weapons, exchanging heated barbs back and forth, threatening each other. Vlad’s got an arm wrapped around Danny’s neck when Harriet returns with a mug of tea. Vlad laughs good-naturedly, forces a smile, rubs his knuckles against Danny’s scalp. Ahaha, see, they were just playing around. Good ol’ Uncle Vlad, what a kidder, amiright? Nothing suspicious happening here.

Bonus points if Harriet thinks Danny is adorable and keeps inviting him over, despite the weird animosity between these two losers. Harriet: Oh, Vlad, you know how Maddie and Jack are. I’m sure the poor kid hasn’t had a decent meal in weeks. And he’s so attached you. Tell him he can come for dinner. Vlad *under his breath*: I would rather throw myself into a pit of scorpions than put up with that insolent brat for another- Harriet: What’s that? Vlad: I said...Daniel would you *chokes* like to join us for dinner? Of course, this arrangement does sometimes backfire on Danny when he’s inevitably around while Vlad and Harriet are being *gag* coupley.

#vlad/harriet #danny phantom headcanons #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #harriet chin

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clairecrive · 3 years

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Hello beautiful person! Do you take requests which ask you to write a second chapter for your writings? If you do, may I ask a second chapter for "Rare"? And if you don't could you please let me know so I can be careful for another time when I ask a request?

I hope this is not something that disturbes or irritates you. I love your writing, it is beautiful and sometimes I read your pieces over and over again. 😁

Thanks for blessing us with your writing. Have a nice day.💕

A/n: First of all anon, thank you so very much for your sweet words! They mean the world to me <3 Also, your request could never irritate me! I love them and I love the fact that you consider me half a decent writer enough to send me your thoughts <3 I'm sorry it took me so long to get around this but I hope you like this and are still around to read it x

I've decided to pair it with a request for juicy time with Eddie. there's no actual smut but it's suggestive let's say.

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff,

Word count: 2.4K

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Part 1

TOM HARDY MASTERLIST

You weren't exactly new to heartbreak. You had been a teenager after all but your experience with adult relationships had not been that good either.

You knew that you'd be over Eddie even if it may take you some time. It's true that you had only been dating for a few months but you had really grown attached to him. It was one of the things you hated about yourself: the way you got attached way too soon, way too much.

Especially, in this case, seeing as Eddie hadn't been 100% in it in the beginning you had hoped that the more time you'd spend together, he'd see that you weren't so bad and that he'd grow to care for you. At least a little bit.

Turns out you were wrong.

As much as you hated being wrong, the thing that hurt you the most was that despite your best efforts, Eddie still didn't think you were enough for him. And how could you be when the benchmark was perfect Anne?

You stood no chance. You had been a fool for even trying. And now you were experiencing the burn for your foolishness.

This had happened often enough that you had developed a routine for dealing with heartbreak:

1) crying your heart out and indulging your sadness with whatever helped (mostly comfort food and Friends)

2) enough with indulging, it was time to pick yourself up. No more overeating although you still allowed yourself to cry if you felt like it

3) "I don't need him anyway" phase where you'd make a mental list of how your life was before and after whoever you had broken up with to remind you that they weren't as important as you made them out to be

4)"put yourself out there again" phase where you started going out again with the intention of meeting new people or simply having a good time.

As of this time, you were in phase 3. You noticed that there were some of Eddie's things littering around your apartment. So, you picked up a box and collected them with the intention of returning them to him, effectively closing this chapter. As you did, you made that aforementioned list. This time, with the added reason for your break up, it was a bit easier to remind you why breaking up had been the right decision.

When your hands closed on your favourite hoodie of his though, you couldn't help the pang in your heart as a flood of memories hit you.

You and Eddie doing a Friends marathon every Friday night.

Eddie giving this hoodie when you were sick because he knew how much you liked it.

Eddie taking the hoodie off for a whole other reason almost ripping it...

No.

Shaking your head, you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Enough of that. It was over.

It was only a week later that you finally got the time to come around Eddie's apartment. Sure, you could have called him, he could have come himself to pick them up or you could have dropped them at his job but that would have required you to call him. And recalling how that went last time you tried to reach him you decided you'd spare yourself the humiliation of him not ghosting you again.

Taking a deep breath, you straightened your shoulders and knocked on his door.

"Y/n." You were met with a dishevelled Eddie.

He looked like shit but what's new with him. He also looked very surprised to see you at his door and you also couldn't blame it for that. You would have reacted the same way if the roles were reversed.

"Hi, Eddie," you hated your treacherous voice that wobbled when you spoke. Clearing your voice, you tried again.

"Sorry to come here unannounced. I've found some of your stuff in my apartment and I thought you'd like to have them back." You explained as you handed him the box, his eyes taking it in for the first time.

"Oh," he paused as he considered your words. Was that disappointment in his voice? "Thank you, y/n. You shouldn't have." He smiled weakly as he took the box from you, your fingers touching briefly.

"It's not a problem, Eddie. I was just passing by anyway." You and Eddie actually lived far from each other. The truth is that there was no reason for you to be in this part of town if it wasn't for him. Eddie knew that but he was kind enough not to point that out.

He just nodded, accepting your words as he held the box close to his chest.

You awkwardly stared at each other for a while, you didn't know what to say but neither of you wanted to end this exchange quite yet. When you felt that you had been standing like a fool in front of your ex's door, you went to leave but Eddie beat you to it.

"So how have you been?" Your first reaction was to scoff at this attempt of small talk. Neither of you was very good at it. And truthfully, it was rich coming from someone who had not made any effort to keep in contact with you even before your breakup.

The scroll of your shoulders was the only answer Eddie got. You weren't in the mood to pretend nor did you want him to know how you were still suffering for him.

"I should ask that to you." You reverted the question to him. He really didn't look well.

"yeah, it's been a rough couple of weeks," he confessed scratching the back of his head.

"That, I don't find it hard to believe," you hummed as your eyes took him in, really took him in since you knocked at his door. You could also see behind him that his apartment was a mess.

"Yeah, don't have to worry about me though. I'm fine."

"Of course." You nodded at his dismissal, remembering harshly the situation you were in."Well, I'm going to go now. Take care." Cold but still polite you turn around, ready to put this -Eddie and this exchange- behind you.

"Y/n, wait!" he called when you were about to climb down the staircase. "Do you want to have a drink or something?" Stay for a while? he meant but didn't dare to say.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Eddie." You called over your shoulder, hand still on the railing.

"Please, I owe you an explanation." You didn't know if it was the desperate note in his voice or the fact that he really looked like shit but you turned around almost convinced.

"Don't you think it's too late for that, Eddie?"

"Maybe it won't change anything between us but you deserve to know." You knew Eddie and you knew how much he cared about transparency and honesty. This may not mean that you were going to get back together but he was right, you deserved an explanation.

"Okay," you agreed as you walked back and then into his apartment. Eddie closed the door behind him and set the box he was still holding down behind the coat hanger.

The sneak peek you had before was definitely right: Eddie's apartment was even messier than usual.

"Why does it look like a tornado hit your home?" You couldnìt help but point out. You knew Eddie wasn't that bothered by tidiness but this too much even by his standards.

"That would be my fault," a new voice answered you.

At first, you didn't register the difference in tone or accent even though you should have had because Eddieìs voice wasnìt that low or raspy. But then a black tendril entered your vision field catching your attention making you turning your head to better inspect it.

What.the.fuck??

"Eddie?" You asked perplexed, eyes fixed on this thing? even if you were addressing Eddie.

"Y/n meet Venom, Venom meet y/n." He gestured awkwardly with his hands.

"It's so nice to meet you, Eddie's always thinking about you, you know? It's a bit annoying." this time the voice didn't come from a tendril but a face. A fucking alien face with long sharp teeth and wide white eyes.

His words went straight over your head. How the fuck was this true? What were you even seeing? Did this thing come from Eddie's body??

"Fuck, I know I'm heartbroken but now I'm even seeing things?"

"Y/n," Eddie tried to get your attention. You thought you had only thought that but apparently, you had spoken the words. "You're not seeing things, this is part of the explanation I owe you."

"I think it's better if you sit," he said motioning to his couch when you did nothing but stare at Venom. Prompting by Eddie though, you sat down and listened as he spoke.

He told you everything. About Carton Drake about his project with aliens, about Venom and their rather troubled relationship. He even explained how Anne had got involved and how she and Danny had helped him.

It was definitely a lot to take in. But somehow, the thought that he could be lying to you never crossed your mind. The proof was right in front of you, wasn't it? Venom, as he had introduced himself, stood next to Eddie while he spoke. It had never spoken again and you were inwardly thankful for that. That he was giving you space to digest all of this.

"Why didn't you tell me when you came around that day, Eddie?" You asked once you thought you had wrapped your head around it.

"I didn't want you to drag you into this mess," he said with a shrug, head cast down he didn't meet your eyes.

You didn't know how you felt about all of this yet but you nodded anyway. Well, there was nothing you could do anymore, could you? He had already taken care of everything on his own and it wasn't like you had any right to worry about him anymore.

"Thank you for explaining, Eddie. I appreciate your honesty." Did this change anything for you?

"I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren't enough of if Anne meant more to me than you did. That's not true but I didn't know how to tell you that without telling you what was happening." He nervously fiddled with his fingers without meeting your eyes.

You could see his point now that you knew what happened. Still, it hurt you that he decided to just keep you out of it without a word. He could have at least told you that something was going on, that he didn't or couldn't tell you anything - not right now. You would have understood and given him space. Did he really act like this to keep you safe or was it a way to dismiss you?

"I don't know if this changes things, Eddie. You still turned up to her when a major life-threatening event happened. I think this tells me everything that I need to know." You point out after a while, eyes fixed on the end of your shoes.

"She has been involved from the moment we broke up, Y/n. Hell, this was the reason we broke up in the first place." Eddie's head snapped up at your words. He looked surprised at your words like he couldn't believe that you thought Anne's involvement had been something he had actively sought out.

"That may as well be true, Eddie but still, you didn't tell me even after everything settled down. If I hadn't come around to give you your stuff I still would be none the wiser."

"I was afraid, y/n. How could I come back to you after how much I had hurt you? 'Sorry if I went m.i.a. for a while, I was infected with a parasite who knows permanently with me?' Come on, y/n, I wouldn't take me back either." Now upset, Eddie started to gesticulate frantically to prove his point. His eyes flickered between yours, he leaned toward you, his hands a touch away from yours as if he wanted to touch you but was preventing himself from doing so.

"I'm not saying I would have believed you straight away but still- aliens are way better than self-loathing you know?" You scoff at him- why was he so upset? He wasn't the one who had been beating himself up since that fight for being a worthless piece of shit, was he?

"I know I've never done a good job at showing you but I do care about you. Deeply." Almost as if he couldn't bear to not be touching you any longer, Eddie now reached for your hands. His hold on them tightening as he spoke the words.

You looked at him for a moment. Aside from that fight, your relationship with him had been good. The start wasn't promising, seeing as he was still taken by Anne but Eddie had treated you good. He was attentive and caring in his own way. Looking back to it now, you realized that the period where you started feeling him pulling back from you was the time when this whole alien thing had started.

But now you had settled this, right? So, could this mean...

"If I give you one more chance to show you," you spoke tentatively, enthralled by the twinkle in his eyes, "do you promise me to be fully transparent with me this time around?"

"What? Why would you do that?" He looked shocked but his eyes were hopeful.

"Are you trying to talk me out of it, Eddie?" You challenged him, arching an eyebrow.

"Like hell I am." He scoffed, a smile on his lips. "Nono, of course I do. I swear, y/n. You'll never feel like you don't matter to me again."

"Good." You gave him a small smile at the gobsmacked expression on his face. Oh, Eddie...

He does nothing but stares at you for a while. Like he hadn't seen you in a while and now that you were in front of him, he wanted to commit to his memory every little detail of your face.

"So," you said after a while, "do you plan to stare at me or would you like to get a head start on your promise?" you provoke him with a suggestive tone.

Eddie's mouth fell a little at that, Venom said something to him but you didn't understand him. Shaking his head, Eddie smirks at you.

"I would like nothing more." And with that, Eddie's lips are on yours making up for the lost time.

#eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock x you #eddie brock one shot #eddie brock imagines #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock angst #eddie brock smut #venom #marvel #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagines #eddie brock fanfiction #eddie brock ff

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mara-xx217 · 2 years

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Since you did the valentine outfit for survivors , can you do them for killers ? It’s valentine and reader is their blind date and it’s sparks flying on first encounter.

It's a few days after Valentine's Day, but who's keeping track XD

I hope you enjoy~

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

You were going to be nothing more than just another random match on a dating site. Maybe he'd keep you around for a few months, keep up that charming guy act that can never quite find the right one act and then kill you when he got too bored of you. The usual stuff.

Dressed not too formally, not to casually, in a nice enough place that still looks like he's not trying too hard, when you walked in, you were right on time.

Danny already knows pretty much everything there is to know about you: what you looked like, your interests, hobbies, likes, dislikes, allergies, ex boyfriends; you know, the normal stuff. He knew you were cute, but it's always exciting to see a fresh catch face to face for the first time, especially when it's them that thinks they're the ones that got lucky.

Quite pleasantries were exchanged. Not too stiff, not too welcoming or clingy. Your reactions are carefully monitored. You are too easy to please. And too cute for your own good...

The date goes flawlessly. There will be a second date, and Danny is sure that he can get you to move in before the month is over. Hmm... if you remain so docile and obedient, he might just have to keep you around even longer...

Bubba Sawyer

It isn't an actual blind date, but since neither of you have ever really been on one, you decided to "play pretend". And the twins insisted on being the "waiters", much to your chagrin.

Bubba couldn't stop giggling and being all flustered, and the more he laughed, the more the twins laughed, and the more they laughed, you started to crack up, too.

Drayton was pissed that everyone was "being fucking stupid and lazy", but he also didn't try to stop the four of you. He would never admit it, but seeing his younger brothers happy did make him happy, and hell, what's one day of everyone fucking around. But only one, damn it!

You and Bubba danced a little to whatever was on the radio.

Choptop and Nubbins kept being obnoxious, but really, they were excited to see Bubba so ecstatic and grossly in love with someone that also loves him that much.

Ya'll are too cute. Get a room already!

Pyramid Head

You didn't know what day it was in Silent Hill, but recently, you had started to celebrate random holidays with the big guy after you realized: he's never experienced love, affection, or joy in any capacity.

He couldn't care less, but it makes you happy, so he'll indulge you as long as you don't hurt yourself.

"Valentine's Day? Love? Choco- what? Blind date?" That's a lot of words and phrases he doesn't know, but he just rolls with it. Sit here? Okay... Pretend he doesn't know you? Why? He doesn't want to do that... No, don't give him that look- Ugh, fine...

You sit down across from him and start "pretending" that this is your first "date" with him. ...whatever that's supposed to be. You're flustered and giddy, and seem like you're having fun, so he guesses he can deal with all this weirdness.

He likes seeing you this way. You're cute when you smile and laugh, and he can see it bubbling up from the depths of your soul. It makes him feel all warm and weird, and maybe doing all this "holiday" nonsense isn't too bad after all...

@prettycutebunny @gore-loving-whore @kennbb @cherrysodalite @dead-bxtch-walking @space-arsonist

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd ghostface #bubba sawyer #pyramid head #ask response #happy vday?#lol

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therenlover · 3 years

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Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

If fanfictions were musicals, these are the songs I could see the reader insert singing to each of the Evans. I understand that this is cringy but cringe culture is dead, pls just let me enjoy my stupid little daydreams lol.

Warnings: Mild Language, Brief Mentions of Death (specifically su*cide and murder), Mentions of Cancer, Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics

The songs are linked at their titles!

Tate Langdon

I Dreamed A Dance from Next To Normal

Yes, I am aware that I am taking this song way out of context

No, I do not care. I’m looking at this from simply a lyrical point of view

It has all the sad ghost mommy issues vibes

Like, pre-teen me during my Aaron Tveit phase would have 100% associated this song with Tate

I’m sort of half and half on if Tate would actively try to get someone to die to be with him, which is why There’s A World isn’t included, but I can see someone head over heels in love with him considering death as an option to stay with him forever

This song just gives me the self indulgent fanfic vibes

“I'll wake alone tomorrow / The dream of our dance is through / But now until forever love / I’ll live to dance with you / I’ll dream my love / I’ll live my love / And I’ll die to dance with…”

Kit Walker

I Don’t Need A Roof from Big Fish

Kit Walker is too good for this world, just like Edward Bloom

The thought of him being traumatized and having nightmares after his time at Briarcliff? Heartbreaking. But him coming home after his cancer diagnosis? That hits even harder

That’s when I imagine this song would come into play

Sitting and watching him sleep while crying and singing this song

Because you can’t let him see that you’re terrified of losing him but you can’t pretend you’re not

Kit is one of the only Evan characters I can see having a healthy enough relationship for this song, and that hurts

“All I need is you and you forever / All I feel is true and absolute / I don’t need a legal deed to help me play my part / I don’t need a roof to hold my heart,”

Kyle Spencer

One Boy from Bye, Bye Birdie

A classic song for a classic boy

Pre-Death Kyle gives me very much high school sweetheart vibes

Like this is the golden retriever boy who would’ve given his girlfriend the pin off his letterman jacket

The song also kind of gives me foreshadowing feelings when it says “one boy to be with forever and ever,”

Like, you loved Kyle. You made him a promise to be there forever

But will you be able to keep that promise after his Frankenstein-style resurrection? Is he really still the same person, or has he changed enough that he isn’t the same Kyle he was before?

Mostly this song is just cute tho

“One boy, one steady boy / One boy to be with forever and ever / One boy / That’s the way it should be,”

Jimmy Darling

Somewhere That’s Green from Little Shop of Horrors

I have a whole lot of thoughts about this one!!!

Jimmy is attractive, like we can’t deny that, but he’s not really gonna be considered “marriage material” because of his job and his hands

The 50′s are ruthless like that

Imagine, though, realizing that he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your days with despite society’s ideals

Just dreaming of domestic life with Jimmy Darling, that’s the whole post

I know a reader insert would do it to escape the reality of their terrible life because I do it too and I’m a real person

Also, the specific thought of Jimmy doing his very best to be a good dad because of his experiences makes me soft

Also, you can probably think of Dandy as Orin in this scenario, because they’re both terrible assholes

“I’m his December bride / He’s father, he knows best / Our kids watch Howdy Doody / As the sun sets in the west / A picture out of Better Homes and Gardens Magazine,”

James Patrick March

It’s A Dangerous Game and Take Me As I Am from Jekyll and Hyde

Okay, I know this is kind of cheating but this is my post, so lets pretend it’s not

Relationships with JPM are usually portrayed as extremely balanced and loving with both parters holding pretty equal standing or extremely dark and controlling with James holding full control in the relationship.

These songs fall into each dynamic respectively

It’s A Dangerous Game is that filthy, controlling roll-in-the-sheets song you just need sometimes

It’s also delving into the literal danger

Like, Mr. March is the most prolific serial killer ever. He’s a massive sadist. Being near him while also being alive is a massive risk.

But it’s a sexy risk

Take Me As I Am is the complete opposite vibe while still talking about the exact same dude.

It’s still a duet, but this one is even, measured, romantic... and all about accepting a criminally insane fiance for all his peculiarities! Perfect!

This is the song where JPM talks about how much he loves his wife lol

Because he might be a psycho, but he absolutely respects and cherishes his wife

“No one speaks, not one word / All the words are in our eyes / Silence speaks, loud and clear / All the words we want to hear,”

“Give me your hand, give me your heart / Swear to me we’ll never part / You know who I am / This is who I am / Take me as I am,”

Kai Anderson

As Long As He Needs Me from Oliver

I hate Kai Anderson with a burning passion

But this song belongs to anyone who he manipulates into loving and trusting him

It’s just so sad

And it really encapsulates the idea of doing anything for the person you love even if you get less than nothing in return

It’s not healthy in any sense of the word, but it fits

“He doesn’t say the things he should / He acts the way he thinks he should / But all the same, I’ll play this game / His way,”

Peter Maximoff

You’re The One That I Want from Grease

Who could forget the classic scene in Grease when Danny and Sandy dance through that weird fun house? Definitely not me.

This is another holdover from my Aaron Tveit phase because Grease Live was a masterpiece (it was very difficult to not include more songs he performed, because Evan gives me Aaron vibes)

I picked this song less because of the actual content, and more because of the vibe

Like, imagine Peter Maximoff learning all the choreography from the movie in his spare time

And he shows off by whipping out the whole ass dance routine with you during karaoke night at X-Mansion complete with leather pants for the both of you

Peter might even let you borrow his jacket as a prop, who knows

It’s just a fun little ditty and it makes me smile

“You better shape up, cause I need a man / And my heart is set on you / You better shape up, you better understand / To my heart, I must be true,”

BONUS CONTENT: Peter Maximoff would sing you One Knight from Wonderland 100% it is just so him please go listen to it

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ecto-american · 3 years

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The Other Side

Phic Phight Oneshot for Kiinotasha and KC: (AU) Born a halfa and raised in the Ghost Zone by his mother, Danny struggles with his human identity when a permanent man made portal appears in the Ghost Zone.

On AO3 and FFN

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Danny never questioned his life until that man made portal spawned. He never forgot when he first saw it six years ago while playing with Youngblood.

Naturally, they were playing aliens and spacemen, Danny's favorite. Earlier in the play session, they had found it, and it was deemed part of their spaceship. It was just a metal outline, an octagon. Thick enough that they could sit, and they pretended that the limited space was the entrance. Obviously on the left side was space, and the right side was their ship. Eventually their moms called them home, and during dinner when asked about his day, he told his mom about it.

She frowned, and she asked him for more details. Having played on it all day, he described it perfectly. His mom paled, and she forbid him from going there again, but she didn't expand on why.

He saw no reason to be afraid. It was just a metal shape. There were far more dangerous places in the Ghost Zone. So the next day, he told Youngblood about his mom's weird reaction. His mom had reacted the same, but didn't say why. His dad explained that it was dangerous, but not what about it was dangerous. Danny didn't have a dad, but he was sure that if he did, he probably would have said the same thing. But neither child could get it. What was dangerous about a shape?

So they just played with it again the next day, and they lied to their moms about what they did.

Two years later, another ghost had join to make them a trio. Her name was Box Lunch, and she was honestly a lot of fun. But she was still a girl, and they didn't tell her about their secret fun location until they were sure she didn't have cooties. When they showed her, she instantly knew what it was.

"That's a ghost portal!" she exclaimed. Youngblood and Danny thought she was stupid. Ghost portals didn't stay anywhere permanently. They opened and closed at random, when the human world and Ghost Zone would temporarily merge and allow for a rip to tear. But it always mended back together quickly.

"No it's not," Youngblood scowled. Box Lunch made a face at him.

"Yeah-huh!" she insisted. "My mommy and daddy get into the human world all the time! She said some people there have been trying to make a permanent portal to here!"

"Nu-uh!" Youngblood argued. "My dad said that humans wouldn't do that, they're more afraid of us than we are of them!"

"Yeah-huh!" Box Lunch said more forcefully. "My parents were human once, they said that people constantly wanna hunt us in the human world! And that they're coming here!"

"If they're afraid of us, then why come here?" Youngblood challenged.

"What else would it be?" Box Lunch asked, crossing her arms.

"It's a weirdo ghost's lair!"

And as they bickered back and forth, Danny had remained quiet. He didn't know how to feel about any of this. His friends often forgot that Danny wasn't just a ghost. He was also human.

Not that he was a ghost who was once human, that died. He was both, and he always had been. Born that way, according to his mom, because his dad was human. Danny didn't know too much about him, and he never really thought to ask.

He knew that his name was Jack, and how he looked like. His mom had hung a photo of him in his room so that he'd know; blue eyes, black hair, with a square jaw and in a distinctive orange jumpsuit. The orange suit always reminded him of the blue one his mom wore underneath a lab coat. She said he looked just like his dad when he was in his human form, and he could absolutely see it. Though as a ghost he had white hair that he seemingly inherited from nobody, with his mom's light blue skin and yellow-green eyes. As a ghost, he matched with a black jumpsuit, though as a human, he preferred regular clothes.

Most ghosts had learned of Danny's true nature early on as the news slowly spread when he was born. They loved him and accepted him as one of them. He could go out into the Zone as a human, but it always felt weird. So he was always a ghost.

That night, as he got tucked in for bed, he decided to bring the metallic object up again.

"Box Lunch said that the big metal shape is a permanent ghost portal," he blurted out. His mom stared at him with wide yellow eyes, and so he knew that Box Lunch was actually right. "Is it?"

She sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"I believe so," she confirmed. Danny sat up.

"Is that why you don't want me going near it?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. Danny cocked his head curiously.

"But if I'm also human, wouldn't they be okay with me?" he wondered. His mom paused for a long, long time. "I'm also one of them."

"I don't know, honey," she admitted. He could tell that she did know. She kissed his forehead. "I'll talk to you about it when you're a little bit older, okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise. Now good night, sweetie."

It was four more years before it really became relevant again. He had essentially forgotten about the unoperational portal as homeschooling, other friends, and general undead life had continued on for him and his mom.

Youngblood didn't age, since he was once human and died, and so as Danny got older, they hung out less. While Box Lunch, a born ghost, grew, he became distant from her too for unrelated reasons. Danny wasn't alone, however. For a while, he hung out with other ghosts who had died young before he met his best friend. He was a bit older than him when he had died, sixteen to his fourteen, but Johnny 13 (and his shadow) and him had almost instantly become friends and hung out nearly every day. Often his girlfriend joined them too. His mom also allowed him to keep a newly dead dog that had followed him home, that alternated from a puppy to a large hulking beast of a monster dog. Danny named him Cujo.

Ghost Writer provided lessons in the arts on Tuesdays and Thursdays for him and a few other younger ghosts, which did include Johnny and Kitty. On the other days, his mom homeschooled him in her passion: the sciences. His favorite memories were of him and his mother in her lab, doing home experiments and building a wide variety of things.

She indulged in whatever nonsense he wanted to build, which included but wasn't limited to: rock cannon, small spaceships, figuring out how they could grow potatoes on the moon like the man in the martian book did, using ecto energy to cook poptarts.

Often her friend, Technus, but better known to Danny as Uncle Nico, came by to do more of the tech-based stuff. Danny believed that Uncle Nico could do anything with technology. He was one of the ghosts that often went through the natural portals, and whenever he came back, he had something for Danny. Typically game consoles and games, but sometimes fun little useless knick knacks that Danny treasured deeply. He fixed those game consoles many times, and also showed him how to download and install cheats and mods to make them more fun.

And after a morning full of science or the arts, Danny would eat lunch then rush off to play with his friends, Cujo always on his heels.

Looking back, he never did much as a human. He had to resort to his human side to rest, or would default to it if he fell asleep. It felt weird being in human form amongst ghosts, and so he was just always a ghost. He never thought much about it, and nobody ever asked him to be a human around them. It was just how things were.

On the day he'd never forget, it was just him and Johnny. His girlfriend had opted not to come. Danny couldn't remember the original topic, but it made him remember the portal. As soon as he told Johnny about it, the two idly scratching Cujo as the dog slept in between them in puppy form, the ghost's eyes lit up excitedly.

"Dude! We have to check it out!" Johnny insisted.

"I dunno," Danny hesitated. "My mom said that I should stay away."

"Come on, it'll be sick! I've always wanted to go back to the human world," Johnny begged. "And you've never even been there, despite being half-human!"

Danny paused. Well, when you put it like that...

"Okay!" he agreed. He floated up from his seat a bit so he could untangle his legs to stand. Cujo immediately got up from his spot laying near them, tail wagging excitedly. "Let's go! I think I still know where it is!"

It had changed since he last saw it. It now had huge yellow and black doors in place of the previous blank space, and it seemed somehow bigger than he remembered it years ago. But it was unmistakably the man made portal.

Even now, he didn't get what would be too scary about it that his mom would encourage him to stay far away. It was just a door.

"This is so fucking cool," Johnny whispered as he touched the door. "Imagine...no more trying to hunt down a portal. We can just come and go as we please...seeing our lost loved ones...seeing my mom again…It's been so long...I dunno if she'd even remember me..."

Danny didn't say anything, but he did begin to think and truly wonder for the first time what his dad was like. His mom never talked about him, and he never really asked. He and his mom were happy, and he also had Uncle Nico. Was his dad kind? Did he also like science? Why wasn't he here? Did his dad even know about him?

"Do you think we can open it?" Danny asked. Cujo licked his fingers, and Danny scratched his head. Johnny glanced over his shoulder at him.

"I dunno," he admitted. His hand turned into a fist and he knocked on the door. "It seems really solid. I don't think we can just break it or something."

"Hm. Lemme see," Danny mused. He came closer, and he put his hand on the door. It was cold, and Johnny was right; it was metallic, just like the outer edge he used to play on, and it would not break easily. His finger traced the middle line of the two doors. "Hm. Maybe we can pry the door open."

"The humans made this," Johnny spoke. Danny stared at him. No shit. "No, no, I mean. Maybe you should do something to it as a human." Danny thought on this, and he shrugged. Couldn't hurt.

His transformation rings came and went, leaving him in his human state. He was just in a t-shirt and jeans today, and he stayed floating near the portal.

His hand had barely touched the portal when it opened for him.

Danny gasped in shock, jerking his hand back as it opened. Johnny had also jumped, going backwards a bit, and Cujo's fur went up as he barked. It fully opened, and he couldn't see anything but the green ooze. This wasn't anything like Uncle Nico had mentioned natural portals being like. They normally acted like a window you could see through. But it was an unnatural portal made by man.

"Maybe this isn't such a-" Johnny began, but Danny had already stepped through.

There was a weird in between area that shined bright blue that he never heard Uncle Nico describe. But in this in between, he could see exactly what the ghost had mentioned. He knew he was still in the Zone, but he could look out the portal into the human world like a window.

A man in an orange jumpsuit, with black hair that was graying, was sitting in a room that reminded him very much of his mom's lab. He was staring at the portal in confusion, likely because it had randomly opened, and Danny instantly knew who it was. He had no idea if his dad could see him, but he found himself rushing backwards, and back into the Zone.

The second he returned, he became a ghost again, and he silently began to fly away as he tried to process. Johnny asked no questions, only following, Cujo following them both.

That night, at dinner, he finally asked.

"What was dad like?"

His mom stared at him for a moment.

"Well, he was very sweet," she said slowly. "Very bubbly personality. Always went out of his way to help his friends." She smiled softly as she talked about him. "Adored fudge."

"Did he like science?" Danny wondered. His mom gave a short laugh.

"Oh boy he adored it. Not the best at it, but he had a lot of enthusiasm," he replied. "We used to do experiments together all the time."

Danny stared down at his food as he thought. He looked up to her, and he could tell that she already knew what he was going to ask.

"How come I never met him?" he wondered. She sighed.

"...He doesn't like ghosts," she replied. "Aspiring ghost hunter when I met him, actually. I was alive then. Had the same ambitions." At his shocked look, she laughed again. "I know, ironic. We had dated for about two years officially. But then...I died. It was winter, and I was driving late at night during a snowstorm. My car slid off the road, and into a river. And I died from my injuries. I found that I could disguise myself as human, and I was in denial. So I just...continued on."

"...Why?" he asked. His mom shrugged in defeat.

"I guess I just didn't want to admit that it was over. I hadn't done everything I wanted to do yet. I was still in college, and I felt like my life had been forcibly finished before it had even truly started," she admitted. "Jack had proposed, but I had declined. I was too afraid to tell him. He began pursuing ghost hunting more seriously as a profession and building weapons and portals. I found out I was having you, and he was so excited to be a dad. I began getting scared. I didn't know how long I could continue the lie. I didn't know how it all would affect you. Then the police found my car and body, and I knew I couldn't avoid the inevitable any longer. So I left. I had no clue how to face him, or even how safe you might be if we talked. Especially after you were born, and I realized that you were half ghost."

The more she talked, she more somber she became. By the end, she was sniffling a little. Guilt began to wash over him.

"Have you ever talked to him again? Like after I was born?" he wondered. She shook her head no. "How come you've never taken me to the human world?"

"I had considered it. But it's too dangerous," she explained. "Humans aren't like ghosts. If they knew that you were also ghost...you wouldn't wanna find out what happens."

"...Do you regret any of it?" Do you regret me?

She smiled softly despite the conversation.

"You were the best thing to ever happen to me," she told him. "I may have been very anxious about being alone, and how you may turn out despite it all. But you were born healthy and perfect in every way. You're absolutely the light of my afterlife."

Danny smiled back, feeling some reassurance. His mom stood up, leaning over to peck his forehead before picking up her plate. He heard Cujo scramble out from under the table, ears up in excitement.

"I think I'll finish this later," she told him. "I'm not too hungry tonight." She glanced down at the dog. "This isn't for you."

Cujo whined, following her as she put her plate in the microwave. Danny nodded, sparing a small smile to Cujo and ushering for him to come over. He slipped him a piece of chicken as his mom left.

Later that night, Danny couldn't sleep. He was too busy sorting out his rushing thoughts. He was of course still him. Nothing really changed, but there was this new growing emptiness. Danny was still Danny, but there was a whole other side to him that knew nothing about. It began to eat at him more and more. Who was this human side besides just human Danny who lived in the Ghost Zone? He didn't know.

He now wished that his mom had taken him to the human world before so that he could know. She did say that there was a risk in the humans knowing he was also a ghost, which he didn't get. The ghosts accepted him as one of their own, so why wouldn't the humans? He didn't get humans at all. And he needed to know more about them. He was one of them.

By breakfast, his mind was made up.

After an unusually boring lesson with Ghost Writer together, Danny immediately went to Johnny once their small class of sorts were dismissed.

"I have to go back." Danny couldn't breath for a moment. "I have to see what it's like. Like you said, I'm also human, and I've never been there. All my unlife, I've been a ghost, here, in the Ghost Zone. My dad's in the human world. And I need to know what it's like to be human. What it means. So I can maybe meet him one day."

Johnny nodded.

"I think I get it," he said slowly. "I'll come with you. Keep you company. I think I could pass for human pretty well, even if I have to say that I have some kind of sickly disease that keeps me pale."

Danny grinned.

"Thanks," he replied. "Come on."

It took no time at all to find the portal. Danny stared up at it, his breath once more stolen as he tried to think of a reason why he shouldn't go through it.

Nothing came to mind.

"It's okay if you don't wanna," Johnny said. Danny shook his head no.

"I have to do this," he replied. "I need to do this."

Johnny patted his back, and that was all the subconscious encouragement Danny needed to turn human and press his hand to the door. Once more, it opened. The fact that he's even able to open it made him know that this was something he was meant to do. He once again stepped through with Johnny right behind him.

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claudiasjeancregg · 3 years

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I hope this helps with the stress at least just a little bit <3 and I do understand wanting to write but not being able to, so if you want, write as much as you want with (specially 12!). So. Here we go! 14, 13, 12, 10, 1!

hey ariel thank you so much this literally made my entire day, i wrote a fucking essay so here goes.

1. favorite episode

EVIDENCE OF THINGS NOT SEEN, institutional memory, the supremes, drought conditions, holy night, the inauguration episodes, the midterms, noël... all of them. just. ALL OF THEM

10. something you wish had happened

oh my god SO MANY THINGS!!! cj/toby kissing in the 7.21 scene would have saved my entire soul, or really just a kiss at any point. i just wanted them to ADDRESS THE CHEMISTRY IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?? just confirmation that they dated at one point, or hooked up occasionally... god. ANYTHING! more canon specific, i really wanted a scene of donna in therapy or talking to josh about the ptsd / trauma she undoubtedly faced after gaza. when they F I N A L L Y got together, i wish they had more of a conversation about why she quit! because she HAD GOOD REASON to do it, and i wish had talked about how he had treated her after gaza. also, seeing how cj and toby had dealt with rosslyn, and more conversations about cj getting the COS role over josh and how he forgave her for that. just. MORE FOUND FAMILY CONTENT GODDAMNIT i could watch entire episodes of the senior staff + donna just hanging out, i love them to death. LAST ONE I PROMISE- CJ HAVING FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS. or friendships, period. god, i would have died for some amy + cj content swapping stories and making sarcastic jokes, cj helping amy to adapt to the white house after being in a different environment her whole career. CJ AND ANDY! i mean i ship the ot3 and cjandy to death, but even as friends! donna and cj!! the assistants all being friends! just. let these tired women have friends, that’s all i want.

12. headcanon(s)

yeah, i’ve... basically covered these BUT i always have more!!

first off- BISEXUAL CJ. bi cj!!!! it’s canon in my heart. this next one is less of a headcanon and more of a dream, but the ot3! cj/toby/andy is my favorite thing in the world and i love the three of them.

i think cj and josh were a lot closer than we see, and i have many feelings about them sort of being siblings.

also, hc that cj and toby ended up together after the show BECAUSE I NEED IT.

um, donna went to therapy! i feel like the show largely ignored the fact that she was the only one in the car who survived!! and so did josh, especially after he realized a part of the way he treated her after gaza was bc of his guilt about sending her there in the first place, and then donna almost dying.

okay let’s see... 50% of my brain is thinking of tww headcanons at any given moment so-

huck and molly grow up with auntie cj, who wishes she could be more of a parent but is so, so, so thankful for what she gets. i didn't really think cj wanted to get pregnant and have kids, especially with danny, but the show really threw that in there at the last moment lol. the reason for this is NOT “she’s too focused on her career,” trust me. i actually think cj’s mom died from breast cancer when she was pretty young, about 13. it’s heartbreaking, and miserable, and cj doesn’t smile for a month after. her dad was at a complete loss as to how to help her, since he was still dealing with it too. so for about half a year they co-existed in the same house, barely speaking. cj’s passion for politics and journalism eventually led her to come out of her shell more, about a year later, but she didn’t come back to the joyful person she used to be until college. she’s deathly afraid of passing the cancer gene onto her kids, which is why in my brain, the ot3 always had plans for kids but andy was going to get pregnant. (i talk about cj’s thoughts on actual canon andy’s pregnancy so much in my fic, so i should probably shut up now.) also i really think cj works herself to the bone after becoming COS, especially after toby leaves. he was the only thing keeping her from self-destructing, making her sleep and eat and remember to function. i can’t get over allison janney’s acting, the way you FEEL cj’s exhaustion. she has... no self- preservational instincts when it comes to doing her job as well as she can, and that really hurts her mental health, and like. SANITY. charlie and margaret know this and this duo practically running the white house might be my favorite thing about season 7. also HOW DID THIS TURN INTO ONLY CJ HEADCANONS i have so many other ones!)

QUEER ELLIE BARTLET how could i forget? my random desire for ellie/mallory has no canon basis but i’m obsessed with them. tbh, i’m obsessed with all f/f west wing ships.

josh definitely has anxiety, that’s kind of canon. donna helps him manage it but after she leaves, his panic attacks become a lot more frequent and he forgets to take care of himself. also, i think cj has anxiety too.

WAIT WAIT WAIT IS THIS A PLACE FOR ME TO TALK ABOUT DONNA AND TOBY?!! aleena has a soapbox and she can’t stop, i’m sorry. okay so donna and toby are my favorite unlikely tww friendship, and i’m going to limit this to a few sentences but i will talk about this whenever anyone gives me an opportunity to. BASICALLY donna is the only person who doesn’t take any of toby’s bullshit, (who isn’t in love with him) and he underestimates her at first, yeah, but he is one of the first people to realize donna’s potential. and they have some very good, very small moments where he really sees her strength and she sees that he’s more than the stubborn grump he pretends to be.

i have so many headcanons about josh and toby, and cj and toby, and josh and donna, and cj and donna, and TOBY AND DONNA. josh teasing toby about cj. toby making fun of donna for being in love with josh because he says she’s too good for him but he loves josh like a brother despite what he says. HE SHOWS HER BABY PICTURES AND SHE GUSHES OVER THEM i don't make the rules!!!! anyways that’s NOT all of my headcanons, i just don't want to make you guys read any more lmao. thank you so much for indulging me, i would be thrilled to talk about more of these or to hear more of your headcanons! (this goes for anyone btw) THAT WAS SO LONG AHH.

13. character you wish you could be / aspire to be

cj cregg

14. on-screen crush

yeah, i’m a simple bisexual. cj cregg.

THAT WAS INSANELY LONG BUT SO FUN FOR ME, THANK YOU!!!

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Anxiety

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

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Summary: Danny is there for you when you experience extreme anxiety.

Warnings: Mental illness, anxiety as the title suggests, angst but it gets fluffy.

A/N: No one asked for this self-indulgent wreck but I’d had a bit of it written ages ago and I ran with it. Look at me, writing about my own issues.

[Word count: 1,410]

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Danny had invited you to see him and the Kiszka’s play. As much as you had wanted to decline, stay home and not know what you were missing… you couldn’t. You couldn’t let your friends down — they meant too much to you, Danny in particular.

Smoothing down your plain black skater dress, you could feel the anxiety creeping up. Those stupid butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, creating a lump in your throat, threatening to spill out of your mouth. Usually, at this point, you’d have already taken your makeup off, changed into your pyjamas, curled up in your bed and text your friends that you weren’t going to make it but, no, not this time. You were not going to let the fear take over.

The next thing you knew, you were crying in the corner of your bedroom, knees curled up to your chest. “I’m so sorry, Danny.” You sobbed into your phone, “I was so close. I’m all dressed up and ready to go but I just can’t do it, I can’t—” Danny spoke softly, “Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” The disappointment was evident in his voice and you could picture his face falling when you told him. You sobbed again, “That’s the problem! I do want to!” Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as you tried to control your shaking hands. You heard him sigh and shush you gently. “I’m just happy you even considered coming to see me- uh… us play. There’s always next time. Please just take some time, calm down… make yourself some tea and get all comfy. Put some music or a movie on.” “Okay.” Your voice was barely a whisper. You sniffed, “I’m sorry, again.” “Don’t be. I just want you to feel safe.”

After Danny hung up to get ready for the gig, your anxiety subsided a little as you accepted that you were staying home that evening. Although, guilt was slowly taking its place. You’d had plenty of time to prepare. He had given you more than enough notice because he knew you needed time to process and prepare yourself mentally for events like this. This sort of thing happened too much and you’d lost too many friends because of it; a lot of them just got fed up of you cancelling plans constantly. You were a flake, completely undependable — your anxiety was triggered by the littlest things: plans changing, new people and unfamiliar places, for example. You missed out on so many experiences that you probably would have enjoyed if you weren’t absolutely sick to your stomach with nerves. And, of course, the main visible symptom of your anxiety attacks was crying. People assumed you were being dramatic or seeking attention and that just wasn’t the case.

Danny didn’t fully understand right away but the more time you spent together, the more he got to know what your triggers were and how to help you calm down. There were many nights where he held you tight, rocking you as you weeped into his chest while attempting to manage your breathing. He had driven half way to parties, and such, with you and turned around to take you back home more times than you could count. There was too much time to think. As much as he tried to distract you and keep your mind from wandering to any potential bad things that could happen, your brain jumped straight to the worse case scenario and you couldn’t let it go until you were safe in your own apartment. You felt like such a burden and you told Danny this but he hushed you, held you until you eventually calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.

It was happening this time. Tears began to sting your eyes as you squeezed Danny’s hand tighter than ever. At least you had made it to the taxi this time. That was an achievement in itself. You could feel the painful tension radiating from your shoulders, to your neck and then your head as the vehicle bumped around on the road, on the way to the Greta Van Fleet show. “I’m scared.” You whispered. “I know, love. I’m right here.” Danny’s words were reassuring but then… “What do I do when you can’t be with me? Like, when you’re on stage?” “You’ll be side stage, you’ll see me. I’ll still be right there.” “But…” you started, “I can’t exactly run on stage and drag you off when I need you, Danny.” “Of course not but you’ll be too busy having a good time to need me.” He flashed his bright smile at you as he ran his thumb over your cheek before tucking your hair behind your ear. “You look fantastic, by the way.” You sighed at that, flattered. “Okay. Maybe you’re right. I just need to get there. I’ll be fine once we’re there.”

Your legs felt wobbly when you stepped out of the taxi and Danny was quick to wrap his arm around your waist to keep you steady. You’d arrived super early, so, the venue was quiet and you felt so grateful you got to be with the band. The other guys were already there, hanging out backstage, in their dressing room.

Danny followed you into the room and Jake caught your eye in the mirror as he was fixing his hair. “Y/n is here!” he yelled to get the other guys attention. Sam and Josh whipped their heads around, then, before you could blink, you were bombarded with cuddles and words of encouragement from the Kiszka brothers. Danny joined in and it turned into a big group hug. You’d normally feel uncomfortable with this much physical contact at once but you’d never felt more loved and supported. You welcomed their utter acceptance and joy that you were finally going to see them perform. It really was a long time coming.

Danny stood with you while they waited to be called to the stage. You were almost vibrating but it felt more like excitement than anxiety. That was a first. “How are you feeling?” There was a pause as you gazed at Danny’s bare chest which was partly covered by a beautiful black vest, adorned with intricate gold embroidery. You managed to snap out of it, hoping he didn’t notice you gawking at him. “Hm? Good! I’m feeling good. Can you believe it?” “I can. I knew you could do it. This is a huge deal, I’m so proud of you.” Danny pulled you into a hug, lifting you off of the floor and twirling you around. As he set you back down, your faces were inches from one another, your noses almost touching.

When your feet touched back down, you looked up at him. His hands were still around your waist and you felt your hands travel from his chest, settling around his neck. Danny started to lean in and, for a split second, you thought about pulling away; pretending nothing happened. There was no time to think and you found yourself leaning in too, until your foreheads were pressed together. “You smell really good.” You spoke quietly, nerves spiking a little. “Thanks.” Danny breathed. “You do too. You look incredible.” He pulled away slightly to get a better look at your face, his gaze lingering on your mouth. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed a chaste kiss to Danny’s lips. There was a moment of surprise —he didn’t expect you to initiate it— but his lips found yours again within seconds. Whistles and cheers from the Kiszka’s sounded throughout the room; you had forgotten that you weren’t alone. “Finally!” Sam sighed. You pulled away from Danny, feeling your cheeks heat up instantly, but you didn’t have time to feel embarrassed because they were being called to the stage.

The show was amazing. You watched Danny in awe as he was drenched in sweat; his biceps bulged with the sheer force he was hitting the kit but you saw him smiling several times, his concentration breaking a little every time he caught your eye. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on him afterwards.

This wasn’t the end. You weren’t magically cured, as much as you wished that were the case. You knew there would be plenty of tough times ahead but you had Danny to help you through them. For the moment, though, you were content.

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“Pretend” Fandom: H50 Pairing: McDanno (From my Burning Orchard ‘verse)

It's the rain.

It's the falling for over twenty-four hours, so loud it's deafening, creating-a-steam-that-creeps-up-over-the-sleepy-island rain that is driving them insane. The hot, humid air makes it impossible to perspire, and all they can stand to do that Saturday night on the covered porch is sit in their shorts with their shirts unbuttoned. Their kids are at Kono and Cath’s for the weekend, and this would usually be when they discuss things about work or life or cases that they don’t want little ears over-hearing but not tonight. The rushing whisper of this torrential monsoon is drowning out anything they try to say, and so they sit instead, sipping their sweating beers in silence – – or rather, the absence of silence. Steve has been rubbing his back for the last twenty minutes between sips, running his hand up to the back of Danny’s neck to thumb along the delicate and sensitive outer rim of his ear, letting him know that he’s close and that he loves him, like keeping one hand on the back of a horse to keep it from getting spooked. Danny isn’t sure who is really supposed to be soothed by the action, him or Steve.

The omega’s day at the office before the weekend wasn’t so bad, but Steve came back from his last call on Friday not saying much. He didn’t say much on the way home, and he didn’t say much that night. And then the rain started, filling his silence. He hasn’t been more than three feet from Danny the entire weekend. He rises suddenly from his seat, knowing exactly how to distract his alpha. “Where’re you going?” Steve grunts, trying to pretend that he’s not instantly bothered by Danny moving to leave. The omega puts a calming hand on his mate’s shoulder as he walks past. “Gimme twenty minutes, babe, then come find out.” Steve can’t see the smirk on his face but Danny can imagine the bewildered expression on the alpha’s face as he walks inside toward the stairs. He tugs off his shirt, tossing it at the bottom of the stairwell. His shorts he leaves near the top, and his boxers he leaves at the entrance to their bedroom. His flip-flops lead a trail to the master bath. He rinses himself off with a cooler-than-normal shower because he’s been drowning and suffering in this muggy humidity for too damn long. The omega soaps up, shampoos his hair and uses the shower attachment to rinse and clean himself exceptionally well —inside and out. When he’s shiny and feeling squeaky clean, he leans his shoulder and torso, dripping, out of the walk-in shower. He stretches one long muscular arm, edging fingertips along the handle to the nearest drawer and — there. He grabs the baby oil and his vibrating black butt plug. This thing has new batteries, thankfully, which he saw to last time he used it and cleaned it. He sets the plug on the high shelf in the shower where they keep shaving cream. Shutting his eyes, he leans against the cool tile wall, letting the water hit the shower floor. It drowns out the sound of the rain. He coats a few fingers in oil and then he’s reaching back down his back and parting his muscular, firm cheeks. Pursing his lips, he circles the skin-warm oil around his tight puckered hole. He fingers the rim a few times. Okay. Rubs over it with slow strokes. Letting out a slow, relaxed sigh, Danny lets his mind wander for inspiration. He has his “go-to” mental imagery. He thinks of Steve, of course — his gorgeous, muscular mate — but, more specifically, he thinks back to memories of Steve when Danny was seven months pregnant with Cooper and Sophie. When Steve couldn’t keep his fucking eyes off Danny’s round, full pup belly. His hole starts to pulse under his fingers and he feels slick running inside him, building at the inside of his rim. He remembers feeling those kicks and punches and somersaults and how they would jump inside him at loud noises and get hiccups if he went down the stairs too fast. He remembers that powerful, ancient omega vibe of sex he always felt pregnancy exuded. Creating another life in the bowl of his fertile hips, swelling up with his mate’s pups after an act of raw, feral passion. Leaking sweet warm milk when he orgasmed, riding Steve’s alpha cock under the moonlight on a blanket on the beach, Steve’s hands on his tight belly as he panted prayers up at the moon on his hot breath. He remembers when Steve would come in to find him brushing his teeth shirtless, doing something — anything — mundane, with only a towel around his waist, and Steve would borderline go feral at the sight of his golden, tight stretched belly and it would start all over again. First, Steve would lick him from his nipples to the underside of his belly, letting the pheromones in his saliva soak into his skin as a warning to any other alphas. “You’re mine, Omega, these pups are mine,” the alpha would hiss to himself as he nipped and licked along the skin. “I know,” Danny would whisper, holding his pregnant belly with both hands. “I can feel them in me, getting big and strong. They’re heavy. But I carry them around because I love them. And I love you.” “I fucked this litter into you.” He would rub his belly at that point, indulging him. “You did. You filled me with your seed and it blossomed into these gorgeous healthy babies…” Steve pauses to nip round Danny’s pecs, nibbling gently and pulling at his nipples with his teeth. “And I could do it again after they’re born — your womb is mine. Mine to fill again.” With that, he starts to practically French kiss Danny’s navel, sucking on it and swirling his tongue deep until he feels their babies moving under his attentive mouth in that deep, heavy belly. Danny bites his lip, delving one finger tip in his hole to test the slick. The slick hot clear fluid seeps out around his knuckles, and Danny knows he’s close to ready. He grabs the plug and turns it on, sliding it in with an obscene sounding wet schlurk to hold the slick in and then he shuts his eyes again, rocking his hips slightly as it buzzes against his prostate. Danny is then back in his memories, re-imagining how it felt to be so vulnerable for the first time in his life with a heavy, full belly filled with something so precious to him that he can feel growing and living inside him. He wanted to deny it at first, that it was happening, but then they were moving and jumping at the loud sounds like when he dropped the baking pan on the tile floor, and fuck they were alive inside him. He felt at peace with his body finally, that it was doing something he wanted, and he remembers how Steve would fuck him so carefully around his belly but get deep up in him. Fucking deep. Like he had wanted to put more in him right then and there or join the ones they had. He would shove Danny’s back to the wall and lift him up onto his alpha cock like he was weightless. Their usual maneuver of choice was when Danny would hold Steve’s shoulders and the omega’s knees were hooked over Steve’s forearms and Steve would buck up into him, punishingly hard, with Danny’s pregnant belly nestled safe between them under Steve’s protective gaze. His hands would grab that gorgeous plump ass and spread it painfully open, and then Steve would stare deep into his eyes, into him with a gaze that plainly said you belong to me and I would die protecting you. He smells Steve before he sees him, letting his eyes open halfway in the steam of the shower to find his alpha mesmerized by the site of Danny tweaking his own nipples. Danny smiles slowly and turns, leaning against the wall to part his own cheeks, showing Steve the base of the silver and black plug. Steve is on him in an instant, ripping off his own clothes and barging into the shower so suddenly that the glass door rattles. Danny laughs softly and grimaces playfully as the poor door almost breaks, but he’s reaching, pulling his alpha into his embrace. The omega watches Steve shed the drape of stoic unease he wore home from work on Friday. He’s growling possessively and nuzzling into his neck to lick his scent gland. The alpha reaches low to tug on the plug, side to side, not so much to pull it out as to just exert control over the omega because he is tugged side to side helplessly by this thing in his ass hooked under his tail bone. “I’m uh… I’m soaked with slick in there,” Danny murmurs furtively, glancing back over his shoulder to give his mate a knowing expression. “Built up a lot of it.” He reaches into the hot spray to twist off the water and pulls Danny by the wrist until he can shove him down on the bed. Propping him up with a few pillows under his hips, Steve instructs his mate to lay on his now-flat belly and slides up behind him to spread his legs wide. With a few pillows of his own, Steve props up his upper-body and lays on his own belly, forearms resting on the backs of Danny’s thighs. He licks his lips in anticipation, reaching in to delicately slide out the plug. A pool of slick dribbles off the soaked plug, drizzling over Danny’s pink hole. Steve leans in close, stubble on his chin brushing Danny’s taint and ow it feels a bit rough and then — “Jesus fuckmegodinheaven,” Danny moans hollowly at the feeling of that moist, tender tongue sliding over his sensitive throbbing anus. Steve smiles into his skin, chuffing hot breath against his ass as a laugh rumbles in his chest but then he’s lapping diligently at his pretty pink hole. Up and down and up and down, he licks in broad stripes, tasting the sweet pheromone rich slick and feeling the grooves of his mate’s body until it’s time for the real prize. He gently parts Danny’s cheeks, stretches him wide and wider still until the omega grunts at him and his pucker winks at him, tensing and flaring into a perfect little ‘o’ and back. He blows cool air on it lightly, teasing Danny, and he omega whines low in his throat begging and pleading for that tongue to pet over his hole again as It pulses a few times before finally relaxing open. There is a pool of slick glistening just inside the rim, and Danny swallows a keening moan of anticipation as Steve breathes over his puckered rim. A little of the clear slick threatens to bubble up. Steve leans forward to delicately dab at the pure, sweet, clear slick with the tip of his tongue before he absolutely attacks Danny with his lips, tongue and the graze of his fangs as he eats his ass earnestly. Danny is clenching the sheets in his claws, holding on for dear life and biting on his lip to keep from whimpering. He thrusts back on Steve’s face, crying out obscenely high-pitches noises and panting hot wet breath over his lower lip as Steve starts to drill him with his tongue. Steve feels his pupils darken from the rush of intoxicating pheromones and his alpha half is roaring proudly in pleasure in the back of his mind, telling him to put more pups in his omega. “Fuck, I want you pregnant again,” Steve pulls back to murmur lowly, kissing up a line from the cleft of Danny’s ass along his spine. Danny has to try to be sure he just heard that correctly. Panting, eyes shut. “Babe I’m on birth control — we — we decided together to use birth control…” He ducks his head, shifting his hips wantonly because his asshole is throbbing hungrily for that tongue and his omega half is assaulting his brain with a mounting desperation to be filled and full and yes, pups, let him fill me until I’m swollen and heavy and round. Danny shakes the thoughts off. It’s alluring, but that’s not the plan right now. Steve is biting him now, gently, grazing fangs along his ass cheek. “Should I wear a condom?” “Babe your dick is pretty impressive, but I don’t think even you are virile enough to impregnate me while I’m on the pill,” Danny mutters into his forearm between pants. He’s keening like a cat, rubbing back against his stiff length. “Is that a challenge?” Steve huffs lowly, reaching up to grab the back of Danny’s neck in an iron grip. Fear ripples through the omega, making the hairs on his arm bristle, but fuck he loves it. He struggles, whining low in his throat, just to mess with Steve, and the alpha shoves his shoulders down hard into the bed in response. “Maybe I should shove antibiotics down your throat to counter-act the birth control and fuck you full of enough come for a litter of four just because I fucking feel like it,” Steve growls against his ear. “I don’t really have to ask you, do I. You belong to me and so does this.” He reaches around to palm Danny’s lower belly possessively. Danny tenses, shivering under him, and cries out, panting. Steve stops for a moment and laughs gently into Danny’s shoulders, kissing him right on his spine. “I cannot believe you came from that. I was really going out on a limb with that one.” “Hey!” Danny’s eyes flick up after he regains the ability to speak, all breathy and winded, and he’s blushing furiously. “Not — my fault. You know I — can’t last when you — say stuff like that. Now fuck me.” Steve obliges, reaching for a condom just in case, because he loves his mate and respects the fact they’ve discussed this and it just isn’t right time. But he can pretend. And they have their memories. Steve turns Danny over onto his back and the blonde stares up at him. Steve hikes Danny’s knees up slowly until they’re near the omega’s shoulders, entering him slowly. Relief melts Danny’s expression into a serene contentment, and he leans his head back, adjusting the grip on the backs of his knees the pull his knees higher. At this angle, Steve is hitting his O-spot on every pass. In a moment, the alpha is leaning his long muscular body closer, supporting him self on toned arms to whisper into Danny’s ear. “I’m imagining you,” Steve breathes in a husky voice. Danny turns his face into Steve’s warm neck. “Yeah? In what way…” The omega knows the answer. Steve blushes, ducking his face into the juncture of Danny’s shoulder and neck. “Pregnant?” Danny smirks, pushing Steve’s shoulders back to look at him. Steve is giving him the most vulnerable expression, like he’s afraid his mate will laugh at him because it’s one thing to be aroused by the act of impregnating your omega but another to be purely aroused by pregnancy itself.e Danny grabs his chin, pulling him closer to whisper against his temple. “It’s okay. I was doing the same thing earlier…” Steve grunts a muffled moan into his neck, nipping the skin. Danny shuts his eyes, remembering. “Remember when you’d have me on all fours on the bed just so you could sit behind me? And you’d jack off to the sight of my belly hanging down, almost touching the bed, hanging heavy and full between my thighs…” Steve makes a noise like he’s in pain. “And then you’d make me sit and you would come kneel at the edge of the bed and lick whipped cream out of my belly button,” Danny murmurs. “I remember,” Steve murmurs softly, reaching up to grab the head board with both hands like a handle bar to buck up into Danny. He looks down, locking eyes with him. “I remember when your belly button became an outie and I would suck the cream off of it like a nipple. I remember pulling you into my office so I could lick your entire belly, splaying you out over my desk like a fucking meal. Tasting every inch of that round, pup-filled belly and feeling every one of my babies’ kicks and movements under my lips and tongue.” “I remember that day,” Danny purrs blissfully, moving to run his hands down his flat belly like the warm wetness of Steve’s kisses are still there on his skin. “You got so fucking turned on that you crawled on the desk to straddle me.” Steve grins, swept into the memory and it’s like he’s there again, cargo pants down around his ankles and military boots, knees on the bare desk on either side of his pregnant mate’s hips and rutting his cock against that gravid, full stomach. “You did this,” Danny keeps breathing huskily with both hands on his round abdomen, and he pats the stretched skin, pushing his heavy pregnancy against Steve’s cock. The alpha all but comes undone at the sight of him, so small below him and laying under that gravid, fertile womb where Steve put his huge pups. And now Danny carries them everywhere, keeping them warm and safe as they grow. And, yeah, he loves his mate and respects him as an independent being, but — FUCK — he DID THIS to Danny. He BRED him. His alpha half is roaring in his mind, chest puffed out and primally ecstatic to have dominated this gorgeous omega, to shove him down on this table and have him stay obediently in this position, laying so submissive and sweet under him, full of his pups and so swollen and so completely trusting him. He opens his eyes to find that same gorgeous omega still below him, face tensed in satisfied ecstasy, biting his lower lips with those white pretty fangs as Steve enters him again and again. He must fee Steve’s eyes on him because he lazily half opens his lids to stare up at him, mouth slack jawed and almost saying something and nothing but gentle pleading moans. He locks eyes with the omega, tightening his grip on the headboard until he hears it splinter and the rain is still torrential on the roof, making everything humid and wet and steamy still so that their sex scent lays low in the air around them like an ancient magic. “Alpha…” Danny holds his gaze and forces his lips together to try to muster up the coherency to demand one thing from Steve. “Breed me.” Steve falls over the edge of his orgasm, tumbling in pieces over Danny’s chest and clenching on to him, eyes leaking at the corners as he yells out and thrusts instinctively because, fuck, Danny knows him so painfully well. It’s just pretend, sometimes. But the love and patience they have for each other and this sexual thrill of theirs is real. And that means something. One day they’ll have more pups. When they’re ready and when Sophie and Cooper are ready. Until then, on rainy Saturday nights, between cold beers and warm touches, they’ll pretend.

#McDanno #mpreg #a/b/o dynamics #smut #pwp #a burning orchard

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shadowglens · 5 years

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for the ship ask meme: 1, 3, 13, 30, and 40 for your sidesteps emma, lana, and sam?

1. how do they fall asleep? wake up? any daily rituals?

lana x ortega - lana is always up first, and always fully dressed, before he even stirs. she’s anxious enough being in the same bed as him let alone so exposed, even if she sleeps almost fully clothed anyway. the whole intimacy of it is still very raw and new to her, and she’s slowly adjusting with baby steps. ortega doesn’t mind that he wakes to an empty bed many mornings, as long as she lets him make her breakfast. they spend most of their mornings huddled in the kitchen or on the couch, ortega keeping her as long as he can just to have her close. lana pretends not to notice.

emma x herald - if she could, emma would stay in bed all day, and danny is more than happy to indulge her when he can. he likes wrapping her up in his arms when she stirs, legs tangled together, and snuggling his face in her hair. he knows how much the physical contact is a comfort, and won’t let go until she asks him to. they’ll eventually gravitate to the kitchen, and she’ll sit on the bench while he makes them coffee. whenever he gets the chance, danny also likes to softly run his fingers over the regene tattoos, to remind her that she’s a person and that he loves her regardless of what others might say. emma likes helping him brush his hair and put it up.

sam x chen - sam is still achingly private with himself, and doesn’t like lingering in places he’s not familiar with or inviting people into his space. chen’s home is still a bit foreign to sam, even if he’s spent a few hours at the place here and there, but chen is happy to allow him the space to wander. they’re still walking a fine line of trust and physicality and affection, and end up spending more of their time at coffee shops and restaurants and the park than in each other’s houses. public places are safer, more predictable. both of them are up with the birds too, so they often meet for breakfast, or to take spoon for a run.

3. are they open about their relationship? how do they feel about public displays of affection?

lana x ortega - ortega, being ortega, is fine with being open with his affection, but from the very start he’s always pulled back for lana’s sake. he knows how uncomfortable pda makes her, knows how much she treasures her anonymity, and so as much as he’d like to he’ll refrain from holding her hand or kissing her in public to keep her comfortable. lana will indulge him occasionally, if she’s in a particularly good mood.

emma x herald - being inconspicuous or subtle about things is something danny’s still learning to grasp, mostly because he’s spent so much time in the limelight. he’s used to being recognised, and doesn’t like hiding when he can help it. emma doesn’t mind pda, or being open about their relationship, but she’s never been fond of the media, and so danny tries his best to keep them off her. it doesn’t always work, but he tries.

sam x chen - pda is very much something neither of them are particularly comfortable with, not necessarily because of the openness of it but because they don’t know how to navigate romance very well. sam would rather not, especially if it’s out of the blue and he’s not expecting it, and chen gets wanting some privacy. they mostly just give each other Meaningful looks when the other isn’t looking and call it a day, although neither is against some subtle hand-holding here and there.

13. what do they do for fun? do they have a favourite activity or do they like to switch things up?

lana x ortega - just being in each other’s presence is enough for both of them, having spent so many years dancing around each other only for things to go the way they did. in saying that, though, ortega does like a good dinner date, and lana won’t object as long as they keep going to the dingy, unpopular bars that ortega likes.

emma x herald - date nights are common, mostly as an excuse to see each other with their busy schedules, although they also aren’t against going for coffee or something more low-key. danny also likes sightseeing, or taking emma to the secret, beautiful places around los diablos, and emma’s not going to complain about being flown around the city by danny.

sam x chen - they’re still feeling how things are going to work between them, but a safe activity for the both of them is spoon. whether it’s taking him for a jog or just sitting at the dog park together, it’s an explored activity that they’re both comfortable with. things are still very new, and both of them don’t want to fuck it up.

30. could they manage a long distance relationship?

lana x ortega - probably not. ortega is too clingy and intrusive and protective, and lana relies on his presence as a comfort more than she’d like to admit. they spent long enough apart, i don’t think either of them wants to be away from the other for too long.

emma x herald - maybe, although they’d both be worrying the entire time. now that danny knows half the truth, he wants to be there for emma as much as he can, and she likes his company immensely. they both also like the physical aspect of their relationship, and while they could probably do without it for a while, the pining would be a bit ridiculous after a while.

sam x chen - yeah probably, as long as they could skype or at least call regularly. they’d probably both miss each other, but they don’t see each other too often currently anyway, what with both being stupidly busy, so the distance wouldn’t be too much of a problem.

40. any special memories? do they have a special place they like to go to?

lana x ortega - there are .. so many. the first time they met, mid-battle banter, shenanigans around hq, their first kiss, dinner’s spent at ortega’s mum’s place. they have so many years of memories and common ground, and despite all the shit, there’s a lot of good mixed in too.

emma x herald - the restaurant they went to on their first official date is still a special place to both of them, and whenever they go back they always try and snag the same table (sentimental idiots). i think they’re both fondest of lazy mornings spent in danny’s apartment, though, cuddling and laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

sam x chen - that first kiss keeps them both up at night, and seeing each other again for the first time post sam’s return. chen holds a lot of guilt over what happened with heartbreak, especially after what he found, and he’ll never forget when he saw sam again, breathing and alive and giving him that begrudging smile across the conference room.

#oc tag #mollymaukerie #lana x ortega #emma x herald #sam x chen #thanks kite!!!!#man i love my sidesteps so much!! and the idiots that put up with them!!#this got really long lmao #fUck now i wanna replay the retribution alpha for herald and chen's romances fuck

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wastefulreverie · 6 years

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Going Angst Week: Resolution

TW: Suicidal thoughts and (slight) eating disorder

Words: 3919

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Ever since they had seen him change, everything had been different. And not... in a good way.

His parents still refused to make eye contact with him more than necessary, and it seemed like they avoided touching him at all costs. Jazz had left for college, so all she could really do was express her sympathies over the phone, never truly understanding the extent of how his secret had ruined everything.

Maybe things would've been different, if he had told them first. Maybe things would've been different if he hadn't let them see the ugly side of him come out. But they had seen everything.

They had seen him as he tore the ectopuss to shreds, indulging in his otherworldly hunger that he tried so hard to suppress. They had seen him wildly take bites out of the screaming ghost, licking his lips with ectoplasm, eyes empty with relentless starvation. And then... when they shot him out of the sky, they'd watched as he fell at their feet and turned into their son, still moaning with the desire to eat.

Jazz didn't understand because she had never seen him eat. She didn't realize what a disgusting ceremony ghost hunger was, and how he was chained to his inner monster. But his parents understood exactly what kind of feral beast he was inside, which was why they found themselves reluctant to love him anymore.

And honestly, he couldn't blame them.

He was both ghost enemy number one, Phantom, and some sort of gross ghost cannibal. Maybe one day they'd get over trying to pretend everything was alright and just go ahead and experiment on him. At least then he'd know that they were acting real. But for now, he was stuck in this silent hell of avoiding anything was wrong, because between the three of them, there was a lot wrong.

Dinner used to be filled with real conversation. His Dad would talk about ghosts and his inventions, while Mom would try to ask Danny what he had done at school, trying to encourage Danny to do better at keeping his grades up. Now that they knew, ghosts were a forbidden conversation and Maddie knew better than to chastise Danny about his grades. He was a hopeless case, doomed to eventually flunk out and devote all his remaining time hunting ghosts, failing to even get a GED.

So instead, they talked about nothing. There was no conversation. He couldn't even remember the last time they had a conversation. It was probably the day after they found out and was still trying to understand.

The only point of Danny's existence now was to fight ghosts, to protect Amity Park. He didn't need to keep up the charade at home, so most days he just left, opting to patrol in the sky instead. His parents never asked him to spend more time at home, so he didn't.

They saw him as Phantom now, their worst enemy, masquerading as their son. And thankfully, they didn't have the willpower to end his little act.

Dinner after dinner, breakfast after breakfast. Those turned into the only times he would be in the same vicinity as his parents. The other day, he accidentally bumped into Jack, and Danny watched as his father flinched away from him, almost as if he had convinced himself that Danny was supposed to be intangible all the time. That's when he knew that he really was just another ghost to them.

It had been two months since he had last fed, and Danny was starting to slip again. He didn't want to do it, especially since what had happened last time. Feeding meant Phantom lost control, and he couldn't afford to lose control. He didn't want to add to his parents' suspicions that he was a monster.

Not to mention that if he lost control, he couldn't protect Amity Park. He couldn't risk his obsession.

So, Danny would go to school, starving, unable to keep down his cafeteria food for more than fifteen minutes. He was physically unable to eat any human food while his ghost half was hungry. He'd hide his eyes from the world when he knew that they were glowing in desperation. Sam and Tucker didn't suspect because he lied to them. Or maybe they knew he was lying, and they didn't care enough to tell him that they knew.

At night the hunger was the hardest, because it would keep him awake until he finally passed out from enough exhaustion to overwhelm the pain in his stomach/core. If he was lucky, he'd stay asleep, but many nights he'd be woken up to fight another ghost. It was frustrating, but he never complained, because protecting was his duty... and he'd fulfill it, no matter what it meant for him.

He continued his days of starving in absolute misery, until finally, his body wasn't even strong enough to get out of bed. He didn't know how he was going to make the hunger go away... but he wasn't going to give in to himself again. He couldn't let anyone see him be like that ever again; he chose to submit to starvation.

He wasn't going to eat. Maybe... maybe it'd be better if he just laid there and died anyway. Sure, his only reason to live was to protect Amity Park. And with him dead... the ghosts would just lose interest, since most of them came out of the Ghost Zone to attack him, specifically. After all, it's not like there was anything else to look forward to. His family hated him, his friends had strayed away, Jazz didn't understand, and he had no academic future.

Maybe dying was the answer. And he was already dying from starvation anyway, so he didn't even have to do anything.

This was his fate. Danny decided to let his hunger burn out what remained of his life.

Jack and Maddie had noticed that Danny had been skipping meals lately, but they always assumed that he was choosing to eat alone, without them. After all, he was busy hunting ghosts, he didn't want to waste time with them. Especially since both parents believed that he blamed them for hunting him, for hurting him. And both of them were too afraid to try to confront him, afraid that trying to reenter his life would set off a bomb within him. So, they tried to give him space – but eventually, that 'space' turned into something else completely. In irreparable rift in their relationship.

They never imagined that things would end up like this. They never imagined that Danny was hurting so much inside. The never imagined that in trying to give him space, that they had left a permanent crack in his self-esteem, causing him to delve into cycles of immense self-hatred.

How could such a misunderstanding happen?

“Jack...” Maddie shifted awkwardly. “Is... do you know if Danny's out fighting again.”

It was 9 a.m.. She had just received a call from Mr. Lancer that Danny hadn't made it to school yet. She hadn't seen Danny leave for school that morning, but she never saw him leave in the mornings anymore, so it didn't concern her. (Except the fact that Danny's deliberately going out of the way to avoid me – that concerns me.)

“I haven't seen anything on the news,” Jack frowned. “Is he skipping school again?”

Maddie sighed, “Yeah.”

“I wish he would just talk to us about this,” Jack admitted. “But I don't want to pressure him since he seems more comfortable avoiding us.”

“I know,” Maddie nodded quietly. “Last night, I tried to offer him something to eat, but he just avoided me. He's been missing meals for the past week... I'm sort of worried about him.”

“Wait,” Jack paused. “Do you think that he's purposely not eating? If there was something wrong, I'd hope that he would just tell us! This entire thing is driving me crazy! I just want to be close to my boy again!”

“Jack,” Maddie said, “I know. I feel the exact same way. Ever since we found out about Phantom... I haven't been able to... UGH! I just hate how this is all turning out. I just can't talk to him anymore, but I want to.”

Jack subconsciously looked out the door. “What do you think he's doing right now?”

“I... I don't know,” Maddie whispered.

“We could go up to his room and try to find the Booomerang. Jazz... Jazz said if he ever went off alone somewhere, that he keeps it in his room, and that it's usually our best bet at tracking him,” Jack suggested.

“That's... a good idea. But is there really a point in trying?” Maddie said. “He'll be back home or back at school before long. And I don't... I don't want him to feel like we're crowding him.”

“Mads,” Jack said, “right now we're the opposite of crowding him. I think that... if we want to change this, this whole thing, we'll have to start somewhere.”

“He can handle his ghost fights, Jack,” Maddie reasoned. “We... we can wait until he get's home.”

“You don't get it, Maddie,” Jack said. “He's our son. I'm sick of waiting for this to go away! I'm sick of everyday of pretending that things are the way they were. Because things are different, but we need to address that, and then stop pretending,” he turned to walk upstairs. “I want to do it now.”

Jack bumbled up the stairs, Maddie behind him, trying to convince him from butting into Danny's ghost business. “I get it, Jack. But we don't have to go out and find him right now, we can wait and talk about it rationally, as soon as he gets back. I promise, things will get better between all of us, but-”

Jack didn't listen. He opened the door to Danny's room, and froze as he stood in the doorway. Maddie was still behind him, unaware of why Jack suddenly stopped.

“Jack, why did you-”

“Danny...?” Jack's voice was higher pitched than usual, and Maddie was afraid. He moved inside Danny's room a little more, and Maddie instantly understood why.

Danny wasn't out fighting ghosts, skipping school. He'd never even left his room, tangled up in his own sheets, face scrunched up in pain, tears continuing to streak his face. Maddie gasped and repeated Jack's previous exclamation, “Danny.”

He didn't show any indication that he knew that they were there, he only continued to silently cry in pain, dead to the world. His unresponsive state concerned both parents, more concern that they had felt in a while, and they both found themselves moving to Danny's side.

Jack hesitantly put a hand on Danny's shoulder, causing the sobbing ghost-boy to suddenly go rigid, “Danny, what's wrong?”

He didn't answer, and lay there like a rock.

Maddie brought herself to sit on the edge of his bed, “Danny... we... we need to know what's wrong?”

“Em sorry...” he finally rasped. “'as I bein' loud?”

Jack and Maddie shared a confused look.

“What?” Jack asked. “No, no Danny. What's wrong? Are you hurt?”

He was silent again. His eyes were still shut and he buried his face in his pillow again, giving a muffled, “Em fine. Go 'way.”

“Look, Danny,” Maddie said, “we know we haven't... exactly been close lately, but you're hurt and-”

Danny opened his eyes and scoffed, “'Been close lately?' Really? Izzat whatchu call it?”

“We-”

“No,” Danny's vocal tone seemed to instantly sober with a slightly bitter resolve. “I really wanna know. Is that what you've been tellin' yourselves as ya just go ahead and practically disown me? 'Cause I'm... because I'ma monster,” his voice cracked. “I get it though, I know what I am.” His voice got quieter. “There's no denying it that something like me just needs to die.”

“Danny! No, no, no!” Maddie said, horrified. “Do you... really think all of that?”

“'Course I do,” he shut his eyes again. “It's what you guys've been thinkin' all along. I know that that's why you've'nt treated me like your son in a while.”

“Danny-boy, you've got it all wrong!” Jack said.

“Stop pretendin',” Danny croaked, irritated. “Just go away. I didn't need these to be the last thing I hear.”

There was a scared, hollow feeling that rooted inside Jack and Maddie's stomachs at those words.

“Daniel Fenton,” Maddie whispered. “What the hell are you talking about? Are you... trying to die?”

Danny didn't say anything. He returned back to his despondent silence.

“Danny, please, we've been trying,” Jack said. “We just, we don't want you to – we didn't realize that you felt this bad....”

…

“Could'ya really not tell?” he asked, dangerously.

“Danny, whatever you're trying to do to yourself, no one wants you to go through with it!” Maddie said.

“Yeah, they do,” Danny hissed. “I protect the city. The best way for me to protect it now, s'for me to die, all the way. Jus' lemme starve. I deserve it.”

And suddenly, all of the days of not eating made sense. What they had done to Danny, what they had thought was 'giving him space' had been misunderstood by all parties involved. Danny was hurting inside, and he was so hurt that he couldn't bring himself to do it anymore. Anorexia was a painful way to die, a painful way to end one's life, and somehow Danny had been so broken he'd fallen into that rift. What had they done? How could they be so foolish? How could they fix this?

“No you don't!” Jack yelled. “No you fucking don't!” He turned to his wife. “Mads, go get him something to eat. Something light, crackers. Those are the best for an empty stomach.”

And quietly, Danny started laughing. It was a morbid kind of laughter that sent chills down the parents' spines, making both of them freeze in place. His laughter was quiet, but the effort he made to make them, quickly caused him to break into a fit of coughs.

“Like human food'll help me....” he choked. “I'll die 'fore I feed again. Tha's the plan.”

“You're our son, we're not letting you die!” Maddie screamed. She put her hand on his back, but he swatted her off of him.

“When've you even acted like em related to you?” Danny spat back.

“We've been trying,” she responded, darkly. Tears were freely rolling down her face, but Danny was still lying face down, eyes shut.

When he responded after another pause of silence, his broken voice was merciless, “Well, you did a good fucking job.”

Maddie bit her lip, and involuntarily choked out a nasty sob before propelling herself off of the bed and storming out of Danny's room. Jack watched her exit with wide eyes, shocked beyond disbelief. She'd just... left. This was their son, and he needed them!

Danny heard the door close and whispered, “Good.”

“You're not a monster, Danny,” Jack tried telling him.

Danny flinched. He hadn't realized that only Maddie had left his side.

We've never thought that about you, you know,” Jack continued. “Maybe... before we knew that ghosts could be good. But we understand what you are, and you're not a monster.”

“Yeah, I am,” was his quiet protest. “I was Danny Phantom....”

“You are Danny Phantom.”

“Exactly,” his voice cracked again.

“No, you are a ghost. You are a human. You're both, and you're not expected to be perfect. Your Mom and I know that.”

“No, you don'. You're just sayin' what I wanna hear so I don' die, that way ya guys getta watch me struggle and be your rat in a maze. You know whatta say to make me happy, em not stupid.”

“You think we enjoy seeing you hurt?” Jack asked. “Danno, you're making up stuff that's not there. I admit, your Mom and I, we screwed up. Bad. We haven't been there for you, because we were too scared of doing the wrong thing! This is... it's hard to know how to express how we care for you, when – when we don't want to give you the wrong impression. It was weird at first, knowing you and Phantom were the same, and we didn't want that weirdness to rub off and hurt your feelings. But now... I see that it did.”

“That's just an excuse,” Danny said.

“It is,” Jack agreed, somberly, “but it's all true. We should've realized, but your Mom and I, we're kind of dense sometimes.”

“Doesn't change anythin',” Danny commented. “Lemme die already. Or shut up”

“We still love you, Danny.”

“Please, you don',” he continued to protest. “Nobody can love monsters.”

“Stop staying that you're a monster, it's getting on my nerves. You're the furthest thing from a monster, Danny. You're a hybrid, so what? You have different pieces of two normal species in you. That's literally all that sets you apart. Not to mention, when this change happened to you, you didn't try to abuse it. You used it to protect people! You have a heart of gold.”

“I only protect people because it's my obsession, though,” Danny said. “Doesn't mean anythin'.”

“A ghost's obsession means everything about them! Well, not everything, everything. But it's what drives them. And you've always had something good driving you. Which means that you're not a monster.”

Danny went quiet again. Just when Jack was going to make sure he hadn't passed out, Danny spoke again. “Maybe not normally, but I'ma monster when I'm feeding.”

“You can't control that-”

“That's the poin',” Danny interrupted. “I can't control me.”

“No, I mean you can't control that... that ectoplasm is part of your diet-”

“It's not ectoplasm, it's cannibalism-”

“Stop. Eating living things is such an ingrained part of human society, that we never think twice about it. Killing things to eat is normal. Just because your ghost side needs to do the same thing we humans do, doesn't mean you're a monster. You can't control what your body needs as sustenance.”

…

“Your diet isn't your fault, and neither is your body. You are you Danny. You're amazing, especially what you do for Amity Park. Like I said, it's a poor excuse, but we were only trying to give you space to breathe after we found out your secret. This... these days of awkward dinners and silences was never the goal, the plan. After we got used to that routine, we thought you liked it. So we kept making the same mistakes over and over and over because we didn't realize how much we were hurting each other....”

Jack looked up from his rant, and realized that Danny was shaking.

“Son?”

Danny finally lifted his head from where he had buried it in his pillow. He was crying again, but not from hunger pains. From emotional pain.

“I jus'-” Danny choked on his words, and the tears were making his face flushed again “-just wanted to be loved. Accepted. I thought you guys hated me.”

“We thought you hated us from when we hunted you-”

“No! No, I was the one who did everything wrong. You're just being ghost hunters, I though' that all the lies, and everythin', and I'm not human... I though' that I just wasn't... wanted anymore. By anyone.”

“You are wanted, Danny. We wanted to make things better, and didn't know how,” Jack was starting to cry too, now. He'd been holding it in for about ten minutes, but when Danny finally started crying again, the floodgates were opened.

“Me... too. I was so scared you'd just abandon the act and experiment on me. You won't do that, right?”

“Son, that's wrong. So, so wrong. We'd never do that to you, ever.”

“It's just that... you used to say stuff like that all of the time, and it never goes away in my head – and I just wanted everything to go away in my head....”

“I promise,” Jack gave a shaky mutter, as he leaned forward to embrace Danny. He did it very slowly, in case Danny decided that he wanted to reject the hug.

They sat there for about a minute, crying into each others' shoulders, father and son. Somberly rebuilding their broken relationship, starting with the smallest pieces.

Then, the door opened.

Maddie stood there, in the doorway, panting and holding a Fenton Thermos.

Danny saw it before Jack did, and backed up against his headboard, terrified. He didn't have much energy to flee, so once she pointed the capturing device at him, it would all be over. But instead, she held the thermos firmly at her side, giving no indication when she was going to pull the weapon on him.

Jack turned to see his wife. “Mads, what're you-?”

“You told me to get something for Danny to eat,” she said, seriously. Her eyes still showed her vulnerability, her concern for Danny, but she held up the room with a strong attitude. “I don't care if he doesn't want it, I'm making sure my boy lives long enough for us to figure this whole thing out.”

“A ghost?” Jack questioned, eyeing the thermos.

“One of the animal ones from our storage units,” she answered.

Danny stared at Maddie in shock. “Y – you brought a ghost? Fo – for me to eat?”

“We don't want you to starve, Danny,” she said solemnly. “I understand that it's something that you don't like doing, something that you regret doing in front of us. But we're ectobiologists. We understand the way things work, we understand that we love you, and we don't care what you are. We don't want you to be in pain, so if that means you have to eat a ghost to stay healthy, then we'll get it for you. Even if we haven't been the best parents lately. We are still going to try.”

Danny took a deep breath. After having his first real talk with his parents in two months, everything still felt a little numb, but he wasn't desperate for death anymore. There was a spark of hope, a re-ignition that could heal him, heal them.

And to live, he would have to do what he hated: feed. But he'd do it for himself, and now, his parents. Because what they had said, was starting to make a little sense to his depression-ridden brain. Maybe it would make more sense after fed himself.

He looked at his parents apprehensively, still completely shaken up, and nodded. “O – okay. I... I'll do it. I'll eat,” Danny clarified. He looked down at his lap in shame, despite his parents' many reassurances. “Just... count down when you release the thermos,” he instructed. “And Dad, you may want to get away from me now.”

“We're proud of you, Danno,” Jack said, before moving to get behind Maddie.

“3... 2...” Danny braced himself. He knew that the scent of ectoplasm would make his instincts go wild in about a second. “...1.”

Mom pushed the release on the thermos. A green sheep ghost flew out of the device, and Danny's mind went fuzzy, causing his eyes to go pure green. Within moments, he had lunged at the sheep ghost and was trying to rip apart individual body parts with his bare hands.

Behind him, his parents watched, with an open mind. They would accept Danny. They would accept this. They wouldn't repeat their mistakes.

They would make this work. (And much later, they did.)

YAYYY, that’s the end of angst week. This was just supposed to be post-reveal angst but for some reason ghost hunger got thrown in there, and I rolled with it because I love ghost hunger.

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Umm... Change of plans?! Please? 😍 Also "Baby and the body offshoot" and "Christmas for two"? 👀 (I would never loose faith in you! 😘)

Thank you Janna!!! You’re so sweet!

Change of Plans:

For those of you who don’t know, Change of Plans (Yes, I am still working on it, I swear!) is what is looking to amount to a 100k+ fake/pretend relationship fic for Thiam. It’s more or less post-canon, but all that really matters is the ridiculous amount of denial and fluff. Oh, and there’s a plot and a three-year-old and possibly a wedding!

(From the next chapter)

“Liam,” she said, so quietly he had to lean in closer, “Idon’t know what’s going on between you and Theo. I know it’s not the same thingit was when the two of you came home in May, but I’ll say to you now what Iknew even then – make your decision and stick to it. I married the wrong manfirst. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to have gotten you out of it, but it wouldhave been nice to have gotten it right on the first try. That’s what I want foryou. Hayden is a lovely girl, but Theo is right for you in ways that she neverwas, whatever relationship the two of you have going on. And I’ll be damned ifI let you throw that away. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Liam mumbled as he let his mom pull him intoher arms. His brain was confused in wondering just how much she knew orsuspected, but his heart beat steady. He hadn’t allowed himself to even thinkthe words yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time. His heart had alwayswon out over his head anyways.

(From a little farther along, since I’ve been such a terrible author lately :D )

Theo fell into bed too early in the morning, exhausted andunhappy and missing Liam. Liam, who he wouldn’t be sharing a bed with tonightfor the first time in months. He thought of their little house, empty ofeveryone except for Bea. He thought of their bed with the sheets still rumpled,growing cold as the time they spent away from it grew. It would be a week beforehe slept in it again.

He curled onto his side in the dark hotel room, lookingacross the expanse of half of the bed. He had never spent so much time sharinga bed before, but he found that it was strange now to have a bed all tohimself. He would rather not.

He sighed, wondering where Liam was at that moment – what hewas doing. Was he still awake, having the time of his life with Mason and Scottand Stiles? Or was he laying in bed? Maybe asleep. Maybe, if Theo indulged hiswishful thinking, laying awake, thinking of how half of his bed was empty too.

Baby and the Body Offshoot:

Baby and the Body was my first posted Sterek fic and one of my first completed fics. Stiles worked at a modelling agency and Derek was a pouty model that Stiles pissed off by dressing his baby the same as and then making a blog about it. The offshoot is for a super weird rarepair that came out of it: Danny and Peter. I mostly started writing it because I was really curious about how exactly that had ended up happening.

He smiled and continued down the hall to Mr. Hale’s office.The door was open, but he knocked on the doorframe out of politeness, peekinginside. A door along the side wall swung farther open (a closet door,apparently), and the man from the elevator smiled at him as he removed his veryexpensive coat.

“You again,” he joked, slipping the coat onto a woodenhanger and tucking it inside the closet.

Danny swallowed. Probably he shouldn’t have been checkingthis guy out so blatantly in the elevator, but how was he supposed to know thathe was the CEO? Alright, maybe the expensive clothes should have given it away,but this was a modeling agency.Everyone dressed well.

“Uh. Mr. Hale?” he asked, “You had emailed Stiles about oneof our models, but-”

“Ah, the baby,” Mr. Hale nodded, “Bad timing on my part, butyou took initiative…” he crossed the room, coming to a pause next to Danny, “Ilike that.”

Danny shivered a little, smiling in spite of himself as hewatched Mr. Hale continue over to a little side table and pour himself out adrink.

“Would you like one?” he asked, raising the elegant portionof whiskey in the short, cut-crystal glass.

Christmas for Two:

Not actually a Teen Wolf fic, somehow...(although I do have a Christmas Thiam fic coming, but it’s Secret Santa, so I’m not telling) Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan, a few years after the battle of Hogwarts, are living together in a small apartment in London. It’s Christmas and each of them is secretly in love with the other. I basically only ever write this around Christmas, so it will probably take a while to get finished.

“Heya, Dean,” Seamus called from the kitchen as Dean swungthe door shut behind him.

“I smellfood,” Dean frowned, “You haven’t been cooking, have you?”

“What’sthat?”

Deanshook the snowflakes off of his coat and hung it on one of the hooks by thedoor. The flat was lit mostly by the soft glow of fairy lights (not the kindwith actual fairies), which were the only Christmas decorations that either ofthem had got around to putting up yet. Combined with the smells coming from thekitchen (amazingly not the smell of smoke), it made for a very cozy contrast tothe frigid outdoors.

“I said,have you been cooking, Shay?” he called again, coming into the living room andnearly walking into Seamus, who was poking his head out of the doorway to thekitchen.

“Takeaway,” Seamus explained with an impish grin.

“Oh,thank Merlin.” Dean sighed, “I already had three cauldron explosions to dealwith today, if I had to come home and deal with another…”

Seamusducked back into the kitchen to hide his smile. He knew that it meantabsolutely nothing except that they shared a living space (which they had donesince they were eleven), but hearing Dean call their apartment home always made Seamus’s heart beat alittle faster. They filled their plates side by side, and Dean put the kettleon.

“It’sbrutal out, mate,” he said, as they moved to the table, “What time did you getin?”

“Onlyabout ten minutes before yourself,” Seamus said through a mouthful of food,“Just a minute, you’ve brought some of it in with you.” He brushed at the snowstill sticking to Dean’s hair, and Dean ducked his head, brushing at his hairas well.

Thank you for the ask, Janna!!

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I realised I finished writing up my January playlist and then forgot to post it, so I’m doing it here and now at the tail end of February. It’s 3 hours of good music, complete from A$AP Ferg to ZZ Top. Please enjoy.

Dream House - Deafheaven: I started the year off with extreme mental anguish at the realisation that Sunbather is five years old this year and that I am thusly one million years old and have wasted my youth. That aside, Dream House is still an incredible song. It does what the best songs do and speaks directly to the teenaged part of your brain that thinks nobody will ever understand you like this song does right now. It is an overwhelming experience, the whole album is, and very good for having an embarrassing amount of emotions while you're driving alone and it's very loud.

Hold My Liquor - Kanye West: When this song came out I remember someone said the best musical moment of 2013 was when you couldn't tell the difference between Chief Keef and Justin Vernon on this song and I'm inclined to agree.

Melody 4 - Tera Melos: I've talked about this album at length in these playlists and probably featured almost every song at this point but I'll just say, what I like so much about this song is how it moves so effortlessly between a very melodic almost pop-punk type chorus before disintegrating into stop start mathematics and back again before you even notice.

B Boy (feat Big Sean & A$AP Ferg) - Meek Mill: I don't know how the fuck he did it, but somehow Meek Mill got a bunch of rappers who are normally nothing amazing (Meek included) to operate at the absolute top of their game for whole verse each. Highlights especially are 'I got commas on commas on commas, and I ain't talkin about a run on sentence!' 'put my P up on her head like that bitch is reppin Philly, and I wheelie in the pussy like my n**** meek milly' and the immediate about turn of A$Ap Ferg saying 'You thinkin' Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car dashin' haters/I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', can't I pretend?/They say fake it 'til you make it, well let the fakin' begin!'

Shabba REMIX - A$AP Ferg, Shabba Ranks, Busta Rhymes, Migos: This song's a good example of how many different flows you can get to work over one beat, and how much it improves the song. Ferg is so fast and so varied, then Migos even it out with straight triplets for most of their verse before Busta kills it by just doing absolutely everything. Great job everyone.

Attak (feat. Danny Brown) - Rustie: I normally can't stand Danny Brown but he kills this song. I still have a lot of feelings about Rustie, who showed so much promise for being the weirdo that dance music needed before presumably watching HudMo make a million producing for Kanye and friends and deciding to remove every interesting element from his music to make it palatable for rappers. That is, at least, my theory. This song is great, but every other song on this album is an example of this approach not working and instead producing boring, half assed songs where nobody's at their full potential.

Ultra Thizz - Rustie: Compare it to this, the busiest song in the world. The way the melody of the bassline that sounds like it's about to swallow you whole contends with the synth melody AND the pitched up vocal melody for your attention, they all come it at once and trade barbs before being superseded by a fuzzy, inscrutable guitar solo which fades out and leaves us back at the start. What I love about this song is the absolute maximalism and hypercolour sounds, combined with the only simple melody being the big chord stabs that centre the piece combine into a total sensory experience. Not to mention the rhythms, where absolutely every part of it seems to be slightly stranger than you expect, constantly dropping one beat before or after you expect - your first clue is the snare build at the start suddenly splitting into triplets.

If I Were A Carpenter - Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash: My girlfriend showed me this song and it unlocked a third of the triangle in my brain where this song, Wichita Lineman by Glen Campbell and The Engine Driver by The Decemberists make a sort of trinity of songs about having a job and thinking about Wife. They're all very very good too.

12 Bricks - OG Maco: Outside of the famous video, which is very good, this song is also incredible. Another in the pantheon of songs with extremely minimal instrumentation where the vocal performance is so good it doesn't need anything. The slight delay makes all the screaming and wooing toward the end just pile on top of each other in waves building the texture up until it finally levels out.

Requiem Para Um Amor - Toquinho: I really cannot get enough of the organ in this song. I don't think I've ever heard a classical guitar/electric organ duet before and now I'm hungry for more.

You Can Be A Robot, Too - Shintaro Sakamoto: This song appeared on my Discover Weekly playlist and I'm not really sure why but it's very good. I can't tell if it's actually a children's song or just playful like one but I appreciate it either way. When it started playing from the playlist the album cover was a cartoon of a kid surrounded by robots, but when I tried to add it to a playlist the art changed to a green picture of a skeleton playing a lap steel guitar with an explosion in the background, which felt very cursed to me.

Raver - Burial: This song has always stood out to me on Untrue because of how straightforward the beat is. Under anyone else's control this would be a normal song but instead it's this incredibly detailed, messy piece of work that feels like looking at a house song through a dirty window. I also have no proof at all to back this up but in my mind the xylophone line is sampled from Donkey Kong 64 or possibly Banjo Kazooie.

Cavalettas - The Mars Volta: I remember reading a bad review of this album when it came out that was mad because it pulled 'the most egregious studio trick in recent memory' by having the whole mix except for one guitar get sucked down into a wormhole multiple times, including the bass getting physically detuned until you can hear the strings slack before resuming as normal a second later. In my opinion it's incredibly funny and it sounds good so more bands should do it. Also the other day I saw the drummer Thomas Pridgen comment on Omar Rodriguez's instagram 'check ur dms bro'. Imagine being in a band with someone for a decade and not having their number, insane.

Flash Back - Rustie: Honestly I cannot get enough of this bassline. This song is another good example of what I was talking about with Rustie dumbing his melodies down after this album, the main line in this winds around and around itself in this loping confused rhythm and against the bass that's also syncopated it just ends up sounding like hypercolour, which is a feat for a song that's basically just those two melodies against each other for the bulk of it with some plastic choir stabs throughout.

Heaven - DJ Sammy: What an absolute perennial banger. Can you believe this AND Boys Of Summer were on the same album? Incredible stuff DJ Sammy. I've been meaning to make a playlist of all the 90s/2000s lame rave songs that are secretly very emotional and have definitely inspired absolute emotional turmoil in ravers the world over like this Better Off Alone and Heaven Is A Place On Earth, but for now just enjoy the Bryan Adams classic as reimagined by DJ Sammy.

Stalking To A Stranger (Planets Collide Remix) - The Avalanches: I owe this song a lot because it not only for me into Hunters And Collectors, who it turns out have far better and angrier songs than Holy Grail, but it also turned me onto Vertigo/Relight My Fire by Dan Hartman which is sampled at the start. When this song came out it was the first new Avalanches song in a decade or so and nobody knew what to make of it because suddenly Avalanches songs just have screaming men in them, which was very good.

Miracle - Kimbra: I think that very soon everyone is going to figure out that Kimbra has been the pop genius the world needs and she's been here all along.

Wayfaring Stranger (Burial Remix) - Jamie Woon: Jamie Woon got a raw deal in my opinion. He had a song remixed by Burial, and then Burial co-produced Night Air for him and he was the king of dark and mysterious British dubstep wave, but then James Blake and everyone else came along and sort of overshadowed him totally. Now that whole movement is sort of clouded because of how quickly 'dubstep' came to mean 'skrillex', and for some reason the only place this song is on Spotify is a compilation called The World's Heaviest Dubstep, Grime & Bass.

Chanbara - At The Drive-In: A lot of writing about At The Drive-In focuses on how they never really captured the ferocity of their live shows on record until Relationship Of Command but the absolutely big screams on this working against the salsa bongo rhythms is an amazing thing. I also kind of prefer the weedy half-clean guitar sounds on this and their first album especially to Relationship of Command's crunchier sound, it feels like it gives a lot more space to the weird noodling melodies that come and go.

All Medicated Geniuses - Pretty Girls Make Graves: The intro of this song absolutely blew my 15 year old math rock mind with how simply it transitions from the snare on the beat to the snare off the beat. It is endlessly fascinating to me because I am a dummy. Every part of this song is amazing to me, from the big swing band bassline behind the guitar that's sort of just screaming through the verses and absolutely on its own journey through the chorus to the drums for the reasons I already mentioned but also the way they keep everything straight and absolutely refuse to indulge the guitar's worst math impulses.

Dangerous - The xx: I really love the horns in this song, and the big air raid sirens toward the end. It is still shocking to me that The xx transitioning to making upbeat bangers worked out for them but I'm so glad that they did.

Running - Bully: I was listening to a podcast about water management policy and infrastructure called Water You Talking About because I am young and cool and for some reason they were using the chorus of this song where she goes 'I'LL ADMIT IT! I GET ANXIOUS TOO!' as their theme song in an episode which is I suppose appropriate but also really made me laugh.

Simultaneous Contrasts - Warehouse: The singer in this band has my new favourite voice, it's amazing. She sounds like she's eaten a belt sander or something. I love the way the guitar line follows her vocals up in the chorus and also just how extremely busy the whole band is around her. They remind me of some kind of alternate universe Life Without Buildings where she's pissed off instead of just beguiling.

Light Up The Night - The Protomen: There's no reason this band should be good. They wrote a rock opera based on the story of Megaman inspired by Queen and Bruce Springsteen and it actually turned out incredible somehow. Unfortunately since this album came out almost a decade ago all they've done is a couple of live albums and covers albums, so I may never get the resolution I crave on the story of Thomas Light and Joe and whoever.

Tonto - Battles: Here's what's so good about this song: it spends 2 and a half minutes winding up to a huge centrepiece that's over way too soon and then the next 4 minutes slowly slowly slowly winding down to absolute zero. It's like the opposite of how to write a good song but it's absolutely enthralling.

Wall Street - Battles: Around a minute into this, there's two snare hits where it sounds like it's part of a roll that got digitally muted that I am obsessed with. Every part of this song is incredible, but the drums throughout alternate between sounding like he's desperately trying to keep up and sounding like pure power and total command. I especially love the big brassy snare sound that comes up from underneath occasionally to pull the brakes. The performance of this song that Battles did for La Blogoteque is one of my favourite videos on youtube.

Every Single Line Means Something - Marnie Stern: For about a week this month I developed a quiet mania about John Stanier from Battles filling in on drums in the Late Night With Seth Myers Band (for some reason), and then I found out that Marnie Stern is apparently in that band as well and it really threw me for a loop. I don't really know why this was such an incredible thing or why I focused on it so much, maybe something I need to figure out, but it reminded me of this great song so that's a positive. This is some of my favourite work Zach Hill has ever done because he's being forced to play pretty much a normal backbeat for a lot of this song and it feels like he's been cursed by a witch. The amount of power he's putting out for such a straightforward idea is incredible. Of course because it's Zach Hill he's also doing the absolute most in every other part of the song. I haven't even mentioned how much I love Marnie on her own song! Anyway, listen to this whole album.

Hacker - Death Grips: I never got into the hype around Death Grips when they were the thing, and haven't really investigated their discography past this album, but this song is an absolute masterpiece and probably everything you ever need to know about them. Lyrically between this and 'I've Seen Footage' there's a pretty neat summation of their worldview, paranoid because your existence is inextricably linked to the internet and everything that entails, 'having conversations with your car alarm'. 'make your water break at the apple store,'

Pass The Word (Love's The Word) - The Mad Lads: I was looking up where the sample's from in Hilltop Hoods' Chase That Feeling and it turns out it's this song. Try to listen to this whole intro. He's trying to give a sermon but his dumbshit friends simply will not shut the fuck up for fully three whole minutes. Other than the intro the song is very, very good.

Monkey Time '69 - The Mad Lads: I also found this other song by the Mad Lads called 'Monkey Time '69', which to me is the definition of comedy.

She's Got Guns - The Go! Team: New Go Team album! Unfortunately nothing on it sort of lived up to the promise of the first two singles Mayday and Semicircle song, but this song is still a hit. The way this is mixed is so good, the brass behind the massive bass and spacious drums and the vocals sort of backgrounded within it all, very appealing.

Coast To Coast - Tune-Yards:It feels weird that a Tune-Yards song can be this smooth. A sort of apocalyptic, politics is ruined, new york is sinking, funky smooth jam.

Cattle And The Creeping Things - The Hold Steady: I've never listened to much of The Hold Steady outside of this album because I don't feel like I really need to, it's got everything I'd ever need. Sorry to always to talk about drums but the amount of reverb on them in this song makes them sound absolutely huge and I really love it, especially in the last verse they just become massive. Also I went through a long period of being obsessed with the lyrics of this song, it's a good distillation of this whole album's christian cult/drugs in middle america story and it is completely my shit.

Losing All Sense - Grizzly Bear: There's something about Painted Ruins that's impenetrable to me. I keep listening to it and only absorbing about one song at a time, totally loving that song and then ignoring the rest of the album. Now it's Losing All Sense.

Blue Cheese - Courtney Barnett and Kurt Vile: This song is like Kurt Vile in his purest form, just sort of strumming and talking about whatever the fuck. The best part of this song is when they go 'woo hoo!!!' then he whistles a little bit and then says 'here come the lone ranger!' in an elvis voice and plays a solo that sounds like he's tuning his guitar. Also right at the end you can hear someone's phone message tone going off.

Catch Me If You Can Theme - John Williams: John Williams didn't have to go as hard as he did with the Catch Me If You Can theme. I have this in my head all the time. I love the rapid shifts in this recording, because I guess it's functioning as the overture so he's just cycling through every different variation he's got in his aresenal.

I've Seen Footage - Death Grips: It's good that Death Grips' most popular song is about how the internet melts your brain There's a good quote from Zach Hill about where the title came from: 'The line “I’ve Seen Footage” was from a conversation I had with this street-person dude in Sacramento named Snake Eyes. A friend of ours recorded him on the porch in a conversation– he didn’t know he was being recorded. He was all fucked up on drugs and shit, just rattling off all this crazy information. He was talking about structures on the moon. I mean, I talk about those things, too. So we were talking about moon structures, and Snake Eyes says, “I’ve seen footage! I’ve seen footage of it!” And I was like, “That’s good!”

The Bucket - Kings Of Leon:It seems impossible that Kings Of Leon were a really good band at one point but here's the proof.

Standing Next To Me - The Last Shadow Puppets: I'm a truther for Muse ripping off Knights Of Cydonia from The Age Of The Understatement by The Last Shadow Puppets but that's a post for another time. This is a perfect song in my opinion. The absolute pace of it, the minimal drums that are just sort of accenting the strumming, the huge sweeping strings elevating the whole thing, the fact that it's over in just over two minutes. Incredible.

Jesus Just Left Chicago (live) - ZZ Top: Nobody believes me when I tell them but ZZ Top are very good. I have a fantasy about this song that ZZ Top were ringleaders of a sort of revival blues cult and this song is gospel to them. Jesus did really leave Chicago and he's heading towards California and we will be here waiting for him. You may not see him, but he sees you and he loves you. This and the La Grange recording are absolutely furious for live recordings, I love how much crowd noise there is in it throughout, they are truly fucking loving it.

La Grange (live) - ZZ Top: Especially here, my god they love it. La Grange is a good song because it's just a good riff and one verse of nonsense lyrics that are just an excuse to go the fuck off for the remainder. The huge drum fill and the 'have mercy everybody!!' is massive, the solos are ferocious, and somehow this song that feels like it could jam out for 15 minutes is reined in and tightly structured and has somewhat abrupt end.

Barracuda - Heart: Hey remember Guitar Hero? Cause I had ptsd flashbacks when this song came on during I, Tonya.

Bloodmeat - Protest The Hero: I don't know how exactly Protest The Hero pivoted from a concept album about a goddess(?) being executed(?) and bringing about a new genderless utopian age(?) to their second album opening with this very bicep emoji classic metal song about the mongol hordes slaughtering all who oppose them, but good for them I suppose.

Born On A Day The Sun Didn't Rise - Black Moth Super Rainbow: The drums in this song have no place being that huge. Black Moth Super Rainbow are good and I can't believe I hadn't listened to them in years until I woke up with this song in my head one morning, like an omen.

Been Drinkin' Water Out Of A Hollow Log - Mississippi Fred McDowell: Literalyl every Mississippi Fred McDowell song sounds exactly the same which is good because if it works why change it. In my understanding this song seems to be about a man dying of hunger and thirst on purpose to meet god, which is very good to me.

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escailyyy · 6 years

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Starksgiving in the north

It was a bizarre Holiday in the North when the crippled son in the polyamory relationship actually started to look like their mother's favorite because next to the rest of them, Bran sitting in Meera's lap while holding Jojen's hand didn't even register in Catelyn's 'outrageous' scale. That's how awkward Thanksgiving was. To put it simply, family was family and guest right was a Northern tradition, so everyone the elder Starks considered part of their clan had taken the excuse of Thanksgiving Guest right to introduce their significant others to Ned and Catelyn, mainly because it was the one night nobody could murder anybody else at the dinner table. So far there were two Lannisters, a Targaryen, one Frey, a wildling and the lovechild of Robert Baratheon.... On a scale of one to ten, Gendry, unsurprisingly, was winning the popularity contest. "They like you!" Arya smiled proudly squeezing Gendry's bicep "I knew mom and dad would love you, but it's nice to have it confirmed, I won't need to threaten anybody with bodily harm now" "Your dad offered me a job closer to Winterfell do you think I should take it?" Gendry looked as happy as Arya, in this rag tag group of people it was nice to know he was considered the lesser of all evils "I mean fleabottom gave me my roots but you know me, where you go I go" "Winterfell? With Jory and dad's goons patrolling 24/7" Arya snorted "I would rather move to King's Landing, maybe take up that internship Illirio offered me, no need for you to bend to my dad's orders" "Aww does this mean you're my girlfriend now?" Gendry grinned earning himself a swat in the head from Arya "Shut up Gendry" Arya snorted then she looked at the imp sitting on her left "Hanging in there professor Tyrion?" "Absolutely" Tyrion nodded to Arya before turning to his right "Your father looks like he's on the verge of having a stroke" Tyrion whispered to Sansa from his seat next to her "please tell me he doesn't have heart problems" "After today he might develop some" Sansa replied in the same hush tone "but didn't worry, he'll adore you once he gets to know you" "Before or after your mother murders me?" Sansa actually paused to think about it "just don't leave my side for the rest of the night and she won't have a chance to get you alone" Tyrion replied something that sounded vaguely like "Thank seven your aunt Lysa isn't here" Across from them Danny sent Tyrion a Targaryen glare "If we get out of here alive Jon, I swear I will burn you for talking me into this" Danny hissed picking her fork up "Your aunt is glaring daggers at me and Tyrion was supposed to bail me out, instead I find out he's here too" "She glares daggers at everyone, don't take it personally, my uncle seems to like you" Jon tried to reason with the love of his life "Also you're not the only one who's wondering what's up with Tyrion and Sansa, I'm feeling so betrayed" "Your uncle just asked me if unionizing the Unsullied was my idea!" Danny grumbled squeezing Jon's hand angrily "What Masters.ltd was doing with them was slavery, of course unionizing them was the least I could do" "At least mom hasn't brought up your exes yet" Robb advised passing the sliced boar to Jon and the peas to Danny "she did with us" "Yes, I know I'm not a successful Surgeon in Afghanistan but Mrs Stark signing Talisa praises as soon as she saw me was the worst" a jaded Roslin agreed sending Danny a sympathetic look "Thanksgiving with Roose and Walda would have been less painful... even accounting for Ramsey" "Relax, Aunt Catelyn is just mad that Robb dumped Talisa and stole Roslin from uncle Edmure" Jon snorted refilling Danny's glass "nothing some ass kissing from Robb won't cure" "Wait really you dated his uncle?" Danny perked up with a new appreciation for her boyfriend's family "He's a hot Uncle" Sansa, Arya and Bran chimed in from across the table "Who's a hot Uncle?" Catelyn snapped momentarily diverted away from her conversation with Sam and Gilly. "Uncle Benjen" Robb and Jon replied at the same time sounding eerily like the younger wolves. Pacified Catelyn muttered a 'cant argue with that' and turned back to discussing Sam's plans to legally recognize Gilly's son as his. "When in doubt, blame it on the lone ranger" Tyrion raised his cup to Jon, On Danny's quizzical look he rolled his eyes "You haven't met Benjen ok, he's like a male Lyanna Stark, all northern attraction with none of Ned's calories" "I would do him" Meera agreed "Who wouldn't" Tyrion muttered before Sansa kicked his chair under the table "I mean..." Tyrion coughed "No Sansa I don't envy Bran or his luck with dating two people of the same family" "And you better stay that way" Sansa ordered with mock seriousness From his seat next to their mother little Rickonn took a picture of Tyrion's puppy face and sent it to Arya with the caption "#totallyWhipped" which made Gendry snicker when he saw it "It's all right we all know some Lannisters have weird family proclivities..." Robb side eyed Jamie who was blissfully pretending to not be hearing the conversation while feeding Brienne some cake and looking at her like if she was his personal Azor Ahai "How in the world did THAT one get tangled up with the Queen Bitch? Twincest aside, your brother is a big softie" Tyrion sighed, well at least he hadn't been the one to say it "Honestly his therapist said he has deeply rooted masochist tendencies that makes him feel attracted to blond women who can't wait to beat him up" he clarified after a brief hesitation "apparently it's some subconscious mommy issues" The whole table went "Ohhh" and a few "I knew it" were directed to Jamie, who now was trying and failing to get a blushing Brienne to hold his hand above the table and in plain view of the Stark matriarch "I can't even watch" Tyrion shook his head "have you ever seen a Lannister more besotted?" "I have" Danny snorts raising a mocking eyebrow at him making Sansa blush. Next to Brienne, Jamie discreetly rolled his eyes "Wench this is the first time someone has ever roped me into a party just to make Tyrion look good in comparison" he whispered eying Catelyn Stark, who was per usual sniffing disappointedly whenever she looked at him "usually it's the other way around" "If I had known that was the plan" Brienne said back "I wouldn't have asked you to come, I expected this type of subterfuge from Arya, but SANSA?" The Amazon glared at Jamie "Your brother is a terrible influence on her" "Hey, don't start blaming Tyrion, I'll have you know that before this, my brother never, ever, crossed that line with a student and he's had prettier girls than Sansa try to get into his pants" Jamie returned Brienne's glare "Your saintly princess probably seduced Tyrion with Stark magic, using the direwolf superpowers that made Raegar screw the country for Lyanna" "Heard that" Jon muttered rolling his eyes as he always did whenever anybody implied that his mother had been some kind of super seductress "Still don't believe it" Brienne ignored Jon and was about to retort something when Ned Stark cleared his throat and decided to put the subject of her conversation in the hotspot. "So Tyrion, what are your intentions towards my daughter?" Every single sound in the table died and Sansa's grip on the imp's hand tightened when all eyes swung to Tyrion and her. But Tyrion pretended that he wasn't totally intimidated by Ned (being a Lannister had it's uses when it came to faking bravado) "My intentions are only to make her happy, Sansa is the most wonderful person I've ever met" "Yes she is and as such she should be treated with care and respect don't you think?" Ned agreed narrowing his eyes "The highest respect" Tyrion resisted the urge to pull the collar of his shirt, did Sansa's dad know about the times he slept over at her condo? Did Catelyn? "Tell me about your job? I heard your profession doesn't pay as much as it used to in this recession" Ned continued lazily, serving himself more turkey. Somebody (Roslin) started to cough what appeared to be a very large bone while trying to hide her laughter, Robb sympathetically patted her back under the glaring eyes of his mother while secretly hiding his own smile. "Which is why I'm planning on retiring from KL.U after this semester and giving my full attention to my position in Targaryen Corporations, we really think that we can do some good in Westeros now that Higharden Grain and Dorne Weaponry are offering Daenerys their sponsorship" Tyrion tried directing the conversation into a topic he was good with. Sansa and Danny gave Tyrion a look that said 'really?' to which the imp nodded "That sounds great let me know when we can propose a partnership between the Wildling foundations, Tormund would love to hear from you" Jon like always was one step ahead but his aunt and uncle were like dogs with a bone "No talking business at the table Jon" Catelyn chided sweetly passing the pumpkin bread Ned wasn't deterred "Speaking from experience a job that earns that kind of gold that requires the average man to spend a lot of time away from their loved ones, what did you say you were planning to do about that again?" Was there no winning with this man? First he implied Tyrion didn't make enough money to support Sansa, then he was spending too much time caring about money? "Targaryen Corporations is a big operation Mr Stark, I assure you that delegating is not hard when you work with a team like ours" he raised his glass to Danny "That one there is the best judge of character I know" "What can I say, I want the best results so I hire the best people" Daenerys agreed "But Sansa is still young, I don't suppose you can keep up with the pace of a university student all the time can you Tyrion?" Catelyn commented smiling at her daughter indulgently "She still has so much of life to explore" "On the contrary I think Sansa is one of the few young people I know who is clear about who she wants to be and where she wants her future to go" Tyrion felt the need to clarify in Sansa's behalf "I'm just lucky enough to be part of that journey" "And I'm lucky enough to have someone smart and witty to share it with" Sansa said warmly not even bothering to hide how happy his words made her. And then because Tyrion was a little shit under pressure he thought up the first diversion tactic he could think of before the Starks could grill him more and threw Jamie under the bus "BRIENNE, JAMIE IS PLANNING TO PROPOSE" he burst out which effectively cut off Ned and Catelyn train of thought "He's what!?" Brienne and (unsurprisingly) Catelyn Stark gasped at the same time Seeing that Tyrion's tactic was working Sansa hurried up to add "Lannister gold with a sapphire... I've seen him practice his speech a couple of times when I pick up Tyrion from Jamie's penthouse" "You pair of cunts! I was planning to make it special" Jamie groaned "you just ruined my life" "Relax Kingslayer, She's going to say yes, it's not like Brienne is not totally in love with you or something" Arya snorted then reconsidered when Brienne suddenly went red and Jamie's sad face turned into a gleeful smile "oh shit you didn't know" "No he didn't! Hell "I" didn't even know until two weeks ago, thank you Arya" Brienne muttered blushing furiously and then because she'd reached her breaking point she took a page out of the Lannister book and turned to Tyrion "Sansa has a a secret collection of Ewok plushies that she keeps in her bedroom because they all remind her of you" Tyrion choked on his wine "wait what? Sansa is that why you said it was okay if I didn't shave?" "Nooo, I swear, ok well, maybe a little" Sansa reminded herself why sharing a condo with Brienne and Arya was the worst idea ever when things like this happened, so out of embarrassment she turned to her sister's boyfriend "Gendry, that Thor shirt you love so much and you haven't found for weeks? You didn't really lose it, Arya stole it from Tobho Mott and uses it to sleep all the time, so saying Bri loves Jamie is like pot meeting kettle" Gendry's face went from quizzical to lovesick in five seconds flat "Aw, Arry you do like to see me shirtless, I knew that's why all my shirts started disappearing" "I don't! And that was private Sansa!" Arya snapped defensively, looking for her own target ( hopefully someone who didn't have dirt on her) and finding it in Robb who really had no business laughing the way he was "Roslin, old Walder didn't have a flat tire on my dad's last name day, he was just to embarrassed to show up with a black eye after Robb punched him bloody for calling you a useless ho" "Maester Tam told me father had to go to the hospital for internal bleeding, I can't believe it was you" Roslin groaned bringing her hands to her face "that explains why Fat Walda is the only one who will talk to me these days" "He deserved it and I don't regret it" Robb pouted unapologetically "besides it's nothing compared to what Jon did to Daario Naharis last week, at least I didn't humiliate someone on national TV out of pure unadultered jealousy" and That's when Robb heard Danny break her wine glass "You said it was a friendly duel on TV Jon, you said that it was all for charity! I knew it was a dick measuring contest goddamit, I should have said no when Daario goaded you into it" Daenerys said mortified, looking apologetically at Ned and Catelyn "I told him it was wrong to use his longsword" Jon who 'just came out to have fun and was now feeling so attacked' really didn't know how Thanksgiving had gotten so out of hand but he knew who's fault it was so he glared at Tyrion "Sansa, Tyrion writes sappy songs about you all the time and plays it in his place when you're not around, it's really sappy, terribly tooth rotting music that would hurt a self respecting male's ears...In case you're wondering why I don't crash at his place anymore" Sansa's face lit up "Tyrion you sing?..." "No way, no, I'm not doing it”

Meanwhile Ned and Catelyn exchanged tired glances as the bickering continued "Where did I go wrong in raising them?" Catelyn muttered taking a sip of wine "Let them be Cat, this is the most entertaining family get together we've had in ages" Ned chuckled thanking the seven for his wonderful family. Yes this was what Thanksgiving was all about, family, honesty and a lot of love...even if his kids were one mashed potato away from a food fight, Ned wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

An: HAPPY THANKSGIVING people that celebrate it, a note about Robb, normally I ship MargaeryxRobb, but Marg is the Type of wife that would make a good political ally while Roslin would actually be more comfortable backing Robb in the middle of a family squabble, because she’s a Frey and really compared to her family everyone is super normal. So yay for Roslin! If you ship her and Robb, please tell me what’s their ship name.

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growningupgeek · 6 years

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The White Christmas Case

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Word Count-2715

Prompt-White Christmas by BIng Crosby(with a little lot of help from the movie)

Characters-Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, shifter family

A/N-Written for @d-s-winchester 12 days of Christmas challenge. I asked for BIng Crosby’s White Christmas because it’s my favroite Christmas song and movie all in one. This was a blast once I got it moving and I enjoyed writing it. Betaed by the lovely @masksandtruths and @skybinx-blog thank you my dears. Tags are below the cut. If you’d like on or off my tag list just drop me an ask or a message. I promise I don’t bite hard.

-JediCat

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I stared incredulously at Sam when he’d finished outlining the case he’d found for us. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Never about a case,” he replied seriously. “Why?”

I shook my head; I tended to forget the simple childhood things that I took for granted were something the Winchesters might not have had. Things like watching the same holiday movies every Christmas. Now Sam had found a case in Pine Tree, Vermont at the Columbia Inn and he didn’t even know what it was. But three deaths surrounded by odd coincidences was definitely our kind of thing. Dean tapped my arm to get my attention.

“You got an idea, kiddo,” he asked me.

I shrugged, “Maybe, but you guys aren’t going to like it much.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time, run it by us,” Dean replied.

I took a deep breath, even after knowing the guys for a few months I was a little shy around them.”Vic number 1 was found outside in a Santa suit frozen to death at the end of August. His suit was a replica of the ones worn in the finale of White Christmas. Vic 2 was found a month later next to a fireplace in the bar area. Autopsy found she’d drowned in buttermilk when there wasn’t a drop of it in the place. It’s reaching, but it’s another reference to the movie. Vic 3 fell down the main stairs in the lobby and a witness swears she saw Danny Kaye push him down the steps. That one is two clear references to the movie. I’m not sure what we’re dealing with but it sure likes White Christmas.”

Both boys stared at me blankly, neither getting where I was going because they hadn’t seen the movie. I sighed, “Most of White Christmas takes place at the Columbia Inn which is located in Pine Tree, Vermont.”

I could see the wheels turning and then the lights come on as they figured it out. Sam grinned and Dean groaned as he leaned back in his chair. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Some kind of monster that has a thing for old Christmas movies?”

So here we were, pulling up in front of an exact reproduction of the Columbia Inn. I got out of Baby’s back seat and filled my lungs with the pine scented air as my eyes wandered over the grounds. The hunter in me was taking notes of possible ambush sites and places where monsters could hide; the rest of me was looking around thinking about scenes from the movie. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Sam watching me with the oddest look on his face. I could feel my face heat up as I met his eyes.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” I sassed him.

He just grinned at me. “You look like a kid turned loose in the world’s best candy store.”

I stuck my tongue out at him as I grabbed my suitcase, startling a laugh out of both him and Dean. Sam let me carry it myself, unusual for him, but put his arm around my shoulders as we walked up the front steps into the lobby. The physical affection was also a bit unusual, but I wasn’t complaining, the warmth he gave off made up for the fact that I’d worn a lighter jacket than I should have.

There was no one at the desk so Dean gave a sharp tap to the bell on the desk and the clerk came out of the office. My eyes about popped out of my head because she looked just like Mary Wickes, and my smile got even wider.

“What can I do for you folks,” she asked with a bright, customer service smile.

Sam stepped forward. “I’ve got a reservation under Sam Wallace.”

I rolled my eyes, I’d made the boys watch White Christmas before we’d left and Sam had loved it. He’d spent a day with his laptop before we left making us all new fake IDs but he wouldn’t tell me what names he’d put on them. Now I knew why, I just hoped it wouldn’t give us away to whatever we were hunting. My attention was drawn back to what was going on by the clerk’s voice.

“Here it is Mr. Wallace,” she was saying. “One room for your brother and one for you and your wife.”

I managed to control my expression. What the hell was Sam thinking? Acting like we were married wouldn’t be a problem; I’d been harboring a crush on the younger Winchester almost since I met them. The problem was going to be not taking it too far when we were alone in a hotel room. My mind began to drift in a direction that was going to cause problems and I tried to jerk it back to the case at hand before it went too far. When I dragged my wandering mind back to where it should have been the clerk was saying, “Are you sure you want to stay? You must have heard about-”

“Yeah, we did,” Dean interrupted her. “But he’s been promising Y/N here that we’d stay here for her birthday.”

I took that as my cue to gush. “I’m such a huge fan of White Christmas! When I heard about this inn I made Sammy promise to bring me here.”

I grabbed Sam’s forearm and looked up at him with my best “I love this man so much” look on my face. I heard Dean snickering behind me but ignored him. I figured Sam deserved whatever he got for not warning me about us pretending to be married. But instead of being embarrassed, Sam was looking back at me with an indulgent smile on his face, playing the loving husband to the hilt. I felt my face heating up at the look in his eyes and hoped the clerk just thought I was a blushing bride.

Apparently she bought it because she finished checking us in and we headed up to our rooms. When we passed a young woman who looked like Anne Whitfield on the way upstairs I missed a step and almost fell on my face. A strong hand caught my arm before I could hit and I turned in time to see Sam give me a barely noticeable shake of his head. I nodded and we made it the rest of the way to our rooms without incident.

Dean was across the hall from us and I saw him shoot me a smirk as he shut the door to his room. The rat had probably known what Sam was planning and hadn’t let me in on it. I made a mental note to get even with him as I flipped the bird at his closed door.

I had to take a deep breath before I turned away from the door; facing Sam alone without giving myself away was going to be quite the acting job on my part. I schooled my face into a questioning look as I turned around. I almost lost my train of thought when I realized that Sam was standing next to the one bed in the room looking a little nervous but managed to catch myself before I gave the game away.

“So want to explain yourself,” I asked quietly.

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and refused to meet my eyes. “Dean thought that if I told you, you’d veto the idea.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed, “When have I ever refused to do what was necessary for a case?”

“We haven’t known you that long,” he was still looking at anything but me. “I can’t always predict how you’re going to react.”

I reached for my bag with a slow smile. “Good.”

Sam finally looked at me for the first time. “What?”

“What fun would it be if you knew me that well,” I asked as I headed for the bathroom and a shower before dinner.

Dinner was supposed to be “semi-formal” but I used it for an excuse to go all out for the first time since I’d met the guys. My outfit was a simple amethyst dress that I accessorized with a silver belt, jewelry and heels. I did my hair and makeup while Sam showered and changed in the bathroom. I put my hair in a bun, leaving a few strands to curl around my face and stuck with lipstick, purple eye liner, mascara and just a brush of lilac glitter along each cheek bone. I was just checking the fall of my skirt in the mirror on the closet when I heard a soft exclamation behind me. I turned to find Sam staring at me, so I spread my arms and twirled, unable to resist a little payback. When I stopped I gave him a questioning smile.

“Wow, you look…” he trailed off without finishing his sentence.

I gave him an appraising look. He was wearing a white dress shirt with the first couple of buttons undone with black slacks and his Fed dress shoes. My heart beat a little faster as he walked over and took my hand, tucking it in the crook of his arm while he brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes. I glanced up to meet his eyes and my breath caught at what I saw there. I had to be imagining things; there was no way he was looking at me like that. He bent towards me, tilting his head just a little. My eyes fluttered closed when he got so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. Just before our lips touched there was a banging on the door.

“Come on you two, I’m hungry,” Dean shouted.

Sam brushed his lips lightly over mine and whispered, “Damn it. We’ll finish this later.”

He went to open the door while I tried to pull my scattered wits back together. Dean walked in, dressed much like Sam except that his shirt was blue and buttoned all the way up. He looked me over and let out a low whistle. “Wow, you really are a girl, Y/N. If I’d have known that was hiding under those clothes I’d have been married to you instead of Sam.”

I rolled my eyes at him and took Sam’s arm again so we could go down to dinner. I wasn’t surprised when we were shown to our table by a Dean Jagger look alike or that the floor show was Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye. I was beginning to form theories about what we were dealing with and I wanted to test them, so when I saw Anne head for the restroom I excused myself and followed her. As we were washing our hands I managed to brush my bracelet against her. She gave a low hiss of pain as I apologized for cutting her with a loose link of the chain. She smiled and assured me she’d be fine as she left in a hurry. I returned to our table and nodded at the boys. We finished our dinner quickly and headed for our rooms. I changed in the bathroom so I could wash off my makeup and then we headed for Dean’s room across the hall.

Over beers I told them about my run in with the girl in the restroom. Sam agreed with me that it was probably shifters, but Dean argued that there were a half dozen other things from ghouls too werewolves that it could be. I rolled my eyes at that, but agreed that he could be right.

“I’m sure a werewolf could imitate Bing Crosby that well,” I said sarcastically. “Or that a family of ghouls managed to find pieces of the whole cast to munch on.”

I chugged down the rest of my beer, more than a little tipsy by now thanks to the wine I’d had with dinner. I looked at Dean. “You know I didn’t grow up in the life like y’all, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing, Winchester.”

I made sure to slam the door on my way out.

I had a bottle of Irish cream stashed in the bottom of my weapons bag. I grabbed the ice bucket and headed down to the bar to fill it. As I came through the lobby, I heard singing. I stopped in the door between the lobby and dining room to listen. When I recognized the voices I peeked around the corner.

What I saw was Bing and Rosemary Clooney sitting by the open hearth fireplace singing Count Your Blessings. I smiled as I watched the scene play out, stepping out into bar area as they finished.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I didn’t want to interrupt your rehearsal. I just came down to get some ice”

“Rosemary” smiled at me. “So what did you think?”

I made a snap decision. “I think you’re wasting your talents. You shouldn’t be killing off your guests.”

“BIng” took a step forward, but I held up my hand. “Don’t think I came down here unarmed or that I don’t know what you are. I want to hear your side of this story.”

He looked skeptical but the woman started spilling almost immediately, with the man chiming in to add details. Turned out they didn’t actually own the inn and our three vics had found that fact out. All three wanted the land for its location but were planning to tear the buildings down. They hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone but hadn’t seen any other way out. As they talked I analyzed their body language like they boys had taught me. All signs pointed to them telling the truth. I had an idea but I knew Dean wouldn’t go for it, so I called Sam’s cell phone.

“Where are you,” he demanded, sounding both worried and pissed off.

“Hello to you too,” I replied. “I’m in the bar, could you come down here and bring my laptop?”

I hung up before he could answer, knowing that his curiosity would bring him down to see what was going on. I looked at the two shifters and smiled as I checked my watch, then told them, “Five minutes.”

I explained my plan to them as we waited and asked for some paperwork from them. “Bing” ran off to get what I asked for just before Sam showed up with my laptop under his arm. I had “Rosemary” tell her story to him while I hacked into the county database. This was the one area where I was better than either of the Winchester’s I could hack just about anything, even Sam had to admit I was better than just about anyone he’d ever met.

He looked at me when “Rosemary” finished and nodded. I breathed a sigh of relief; he’d back me with Dean. I sent the paperwork I faked to the printer in the office and rushed to grab it before anyone else could get it. Sam came stood behind me as I brought it back to the bar.

“This is everything you need to prove you own this place,” I said watching the faces of the shifters. “It’s all your in exchange for a promise to never hurt anyone except in defense of your lives.”

“Rosemary” and “Bing” looked shocked. They stared at the papers in my hand for a minute, and then met my eyes.

“I’ll swear on whatever you want, hunter,” BIng said softly. “Anything to save my family’s home.”

I handed him the papers. “That’s good enough for me. I hope you live a long peaceful life and that we never have to come back here again.”

The two shifters left, Bing clutching the papers. I turned and looked into Sam’s eyes. “Did we do the right thing?”

“I think we did,” he said. “And Dean will come around eventually.”

Then he smiled at me. “Let’s go to our room. I think we need to talk before we go to sleep.”

He put his arm around my shoulders and drew me close as we headed for the stairs. Whatever else happened, I had the feeling that this was the start of something good.

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