#of course sam would think that. of course he would.

[ronearoundblindly]

Lease

best-friend!roommate!reader x Steve Rogers

*This was a totally random and spontaneous idea. Not edited. Light language (so we can get *the joke*), pining, light angst, hurt/comfort, and fluff. This work is for all ages! WC ~2k

Sam Wilson introduces you. Both your parents were veterans and active at the VA, so you practically grew up there.

At first, you’re reserved, a little formal, but very nice. Oddly enough, Steve just likes that you don’t hound him with questions about his military service and how it was different based on the decade, etc. You are just…around to listen.

He finds himself filling any (comfortable) silence between you with stories. Stupid things. Things that don’t have to do with the VA or his past or even his present, which is entirely work as Captain America.

Steve gets to a point where he is itching to live off of Avengers Campus, but he doesn’t want to live alone.

One day he finds you hunched over a laptop and grumbling, “why is everything so fucking expensive?”

A sentiment which, of course, he frowns at.

“Sorry,” you shrug, a look of sincere apology on your distraught face. “I didn’t realize it, but apparently, I’m poor with my measly three-thousand-dollar-a-month budget for an apartment. Now I have to find a roommate, and—“ you start wagging a finger at him sarcastically “—I don’t know if you’ve noticed there’re some real weirdos out there. It’ll take me longer to find a safe, stable roomie than it takes to—“

“I can move in with you.”

Steve almost gasps at how fast the words fly out of his mouth.

“Well, not ‘move in’ to your current place. I mean. I can—I would be willing to live with you. Sorry! That sounds bad. You’re not bad. I meant…you know, anytime you want to chime in and stop me would be helpful.”

You remain silent and smirking.

“Right. Okay. So…think about it? Or not, that’s fine.”

“Let’s talk figures, Rogers. The square-footage just doubled, and I need to rework the budget.”

Moving in is shockingly uneventful. You’re easy to get along with, when not suddenly up on your high horse about something, and Steve is easy to get along with under the same circumstances. You push his militant rigidity to the brink on purpose, but never too far.

Things sit out in the wrong place, but it’s never dirty. Stuff doesn’t always get returned promptly, but if he asks, you’re on it.

There are two bathrooms, thank mercy.

He has random and odd hours. You work nine to five, mostly. It’s the perfect level of independence without loneliness for Steve.

Sam and Natasha stop by regularly or ask you both out for drinks or to fun, new places.

One time, when Nat is ribbing Steve to go talk to a cute girl ordering at the bar, he panics and takes your hand in his on the tabletop.

“How can I do that when my date is right here?” he grits playfully through his pearly white teeth. “Leave it alone.”

Each word is punctuated by a shift forward and a slight tilt of his head.

Natasha is unamused and instantly grabs your other hand (which was holding your drink) to pull you toward the dance floor.

It’s awkward for multiple reasons. You’d pay a whole month’s rent to know what Sam and Steve talked about after you left.

Sam takes a different approach, luring—or attempting to lure—Steve into setting up just one dating profile online.

“You don’t have to put photos,” Sam assures, “and you can stick with your first name only. I swear to you, man, this’ll be good for you. Get you out there more. Help me out here, Tagalong!”

He turns to you for support. To be fair, you did quite literally tag along with your parents for years to the VA, and it stuck. Why it sticks as a grown-ass adult? You’ll never know. You just don’t mind Sam Wilson saying it because he means well and never uses it in public.

“Uh, nooooo.”

Sam’s face falls. “What?”

You look at Steve and grimace, clicking your tongue. “He’s not ready for that,” you conclude.

Steve jumps out of the chair, arms wide with victory.

“THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING!”

“I know you told her to say that,” Sam shouts back.

“Did not,” Steve barks.

“He did not.” You lean against your bedroom doorframe. “I just think it’s obvious.”

That makes Steve deflate a little. “Wait, but…I’m not that bad.”

“Oh gosh,” you fake with a huge smile, “look at the time! Gotta be off to bed…”

The men keep fighting albeit muffled from your side of the wall. The only part you can make out before giving them privacy is Sam, whining, “but you actually like bubble baths and walks on the beach, dude. You’re gonna be money on there.”

“Hey, why do you not, ya know, date?”

You look up from your breakfast, stunned because that came out of nowhere. You’ve lived together over six months now, and Steve hasn’t asked for one iota of personal—well, romantically personal—information.

Twiddling your fork around, you think.

“I always imagine what my parents would think of him, any guy I’ve ever considered being with longterm, and…I was just never proud to say ‘here, here’s the one,’ I guess.”

Your parents have been gone for years. You value their opinion anyway.

“Mhm,” Steve hums, “the one?”

You take a bite of food, straightening your back, tossing a dismissive hand in the air. “Yeah, if you believe in that sort of thing.”

He’s quiet for a while.

“So you’re waiting for the right partner?” Steve finally mutters, and he watches your noncommittal gesturing intently.

That was a ‘yes.’

Natasha knows. Sam knows. Steve suspects but won’t admit to anything. You are kind and unreadable.

You’ve always been kind, so there’s no discernible difference to signal you have feelings for him in return. He can’t bring himself to be anything less than a gentleman at home and makes absolutely no moves to find out.

He stays out in the living room a lot more, all hours, hoping you’ll mention staying in for a movie, praying you’ll be tired enough to fall asleep on his lap on the couch.

He’s in way too deep.

What Steve suspects is that it would be too awkward to start anything while living together, but he doesn’t want to leave you in the lurch for rent or a roommate. He also desperately doesn’t want to move out. The status quo is comfortable.

He loves being comfortable with you.

The stress of not telling you, while needing to make some sort of arrangements should telling you blow up in his face, starts to wear on him.

Steve is a pro at compartmentalizing his life, so it’s when he’s stuck at the apartment without any missions, a handful of meetings, and a team that all have lives for two long months that he cracks…in the least attractive way.

He’s messed up his sleep schedule with worry and playing innocent, and out of the not-so-blue, a horrible, vivid nightmare hits him. Steve isn’t even on the mattress anymore by the time he figures out there wasn’t carpet like this in Germany and the desk chair he grips is not a motorcycle.

“Rogers,” he hears. “Rogers, can you look at me?”

The dark room is somehow hollow and stifling all at once. His head turns slower than his brain tells it to.

Steve blinks.

“Do you know where you are?”

“Hey, sweets,” he husks from a dry throat. “What…”

“Can you tell me where this is?” You step closer and pry one of his hands off the mesh to cradle in yours. “Where are we, Rogers?”

“Home.” He swallows. “Our home.”

Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, but you nod like he’s done well.

“Okay, Steve, I’m going to get you some water. If you want—“ your fingers smooth over the back of his hand, nudging the other to release the chair “—you can sit on the bed.”

You don’t leave. You don’t even get up from the floor.

He doesn’t notice he’s clutching your hands, shaking slightly until long seconds go by.

“Yeah. Okay.” Steve lets go, otherwise unmoving, contemplating how he ever thought the semi-rough industrial carpet felt the same as mud.

You carefully hand him the water and rub his back, using your nails to trace invisible patterns. He can’t remember what he was so scared of a minute ago. He only knows he’s sweating that empty kind of confused.

“What’s that supposed to do?” he asks absently.

You shrug. “Eh. Back scratches just feel good.”

Steve’s mind remains blank as he sips his water.

: We need to renew the lease soon. Like this week.

Steve has stalled as long as humanly possible; he is officially not being a gentleman now. He is a coward.

: Talk about it when I get home?

: Could you at least tell me if this is a hard NO on staying here or just some concerns/questions? : I don’t get why you’re being like this.

Steve gets it, but he hates it.

: I’ll be back tonight. Should I pick up food?

: ffs : Fine. Whatever you want.

Steve also hates when you’re mad at him…which has been happening more and more.

He’s been distant, he refuses to let Sam or Nat come around for fear they’ll play match-maker and ruin the whole thing, and he is about to ruin the whole thing anyway.

Because he is not smooth. Because he is not prepared. Because he’s built up this perfect and amazing, sweep-you-off-your-feet moment.

And he bungles it.

“Out with it,” you command, haughtily yanking your portion of food from the countertop beside him, heading for the dinette.

“I want to be with you,” he blurts.

“Thank god,” you sigh, settling in your spot. “So we’ll go down to the office and sign in the morning. I don’t want there to be an issue if you’re off to wherever for who-the-hell-knows how long on the date the thing expires.”

“No, I…” but Steve’s voice is too quiet.

“There’s only a tiny window where they’re open before I have to head to work, so let me physically sign first, right? Then I gotta go.”

“Sure,” he slurs.

“Steve?” You turn to see him staring down at his food. He’s still across the room. “Are you okay?”

“I said I—I meant that—“ he huffs out his breath and taps his fist on the counter “—I meant that I’m an idiot,” he finishes softly.

Approaching with that beautiful, open-hearted kindness that haunts his days and soothes his night, you cross to him, scratching his back just the way he’s grown to crave.

“Think you might be hangry,” you chuckle.

He cannot do this. Steve is hanging on by a thread until the graze of your hand slides down his forearm to take his plate, and he spins.

He’s thought about kissing you so many times, he mapped out the angles he’d have to hold himself at, how far he needs to lean to get to you, the care to take wrangling in his strength and sheer excitement.

Steve Rogers is good at planning, at least, this part.

Gentle pecks of his plush lips to yours leave gaps in contact that let you whimper, and he fears you stopping him. He presses, wrapping his arms around you and molding your bodies together. The linoleum of the kitchen floor makes sticky sounds beneath your shuffling feet, squeaking once you hit the adjacent wall.

The force of that knocks your frozen arms into his chest, and painfully, Steve relents to step away, but not far. He bites his bottom lip and tastes the balm from yours, his head tilted in shame but fiery eyes watching you from beneath long lashes.

“Oh,” you breathe out. “Oh…you meant…”

Steve’s tongue darts out hungrily.

“Yeah.”

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

They're soooo cute!!!!!!

#steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers x female reader #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x you #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #hurt/comfort

[shinelikethunder]

i don't actually think teenage Dean Winchester would be spurned-lover-style jealous of teenage Sam's girlfriends i think based on his s1 behavior that it's far more likely he went "HELL YEAH my little brother is DATING he is going to SLAY at this and i'll make sure of it," unilaterally appointed himself Sam's wingman, had to be beaten back with a stick from micromanaging his brother's love life, and probably lovingly fantasized about all the hot chicks Sam was gonna hook up with and all the things they'd get up to because let's face it, who wouldn't fall head over heels for the guy? (speculation about kissing practice, which of course Would Not Count as anything except making sure the little nerd did their family proud, is left as an exercise to readers who are so inclined.)

also probably the closest thing to a jealous shitfit he pulled involved one (1) time Sam ditched a hunt to be there for his then-girlfriend's Important Life Event, and it'd be like 40% loudly-expressed "he should be putting his FAMILY first" and 60% ferociously-suppressed "we don't get to just DO that! if i've accepted only ever being able to date super casually for a few weeks at a time before we blow town then where the fuck does he get off thinking he can just PRIORITIZE this COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP BEHAVIOR bullshit. that i tooootally don't want or care about anyway. because it's for SISSY NORMIE LOSERS, not a tight-knit clan of ULTRA-COOL SECRET MONSTER HUNTERS like us"

like i think Dean did accept much more readily, long before he could even realize the ramifications of what he was accepting, that the way they lived meant the Winchesters' only long-term relationship option was "rampant emotional incest that we don't have to acknowledge as long as we all only bang girls," but he also canonically had all kinds of festering resentment about missing out, and was aware on some level that their lives required the sacrifice of a lot of things he secretly longed for (and made a lot of noise about devaluing in favor of What's More Important)

and the toxic cocktail of that + envy of Sam's ability to just go "nah fuck expectations i want something else" + boundary-challenged investment/enabling/policing of each other's heterosexual exploits as a bulwark between their family dynamics and The Unspeakable + freakout over the early warning signs of a difference in values on family loyalty + inchoate terror of losing him to the outside world one day + unthinking idolization and projection along the lines of "well of course this girlfriend would take him away from us and wrap her entire life around his if she could, i mean, have you met him? who wouldn't want that? this is WHY we have to keep it casual and not get girls' expectations up"...

...the entire dynamic of Dean being Sam's number one hookup cheerleader but also perceiving signs of romance/commitment as a threat... s1 Dean trying to have a hand in pushing him towards actual romantic prospects anyway, because he's worried about Sam grief-spiraling and has reluctantly accepted that the rupture in the family is about things Sam genuinely wants, even as Sam's grief is already driving him to the conclusion that they aren't worth the cost and meanwhile the brothers have spent all season bonding even closer and more claustrophobically as adults...

well, i think all that is way more interesting, and in many ways even more fucked-up, than applying bog-standard jealous boyfriend tropes to the absolute mess of their upbringing

#passionately making my case that He Would Not Be *That* Flavor Of Fucked-Up his flavor is *way* more specific and convoluted #dean winchester #sam winchester #wincest #supernatural #meta

[f4nd0m-fun]

DPxDC - Mafia Ties

Good parents Fenton and redeemed Vlad escaping to another universe with Danny, Jordan, Ellie, Jazz, Tucker, and Sam because of GIW chaos getting so bad they literally need to go to another world to get help, only for the portal to close, and they can't open it from this side. Jordan is Jazz's age maybe a year older and Ellie accidentally got deaged to her actual age give or take which is probably about a year and a half old. Yes it's the Family Breakfast ship.

@hallowsden

Cue Vlad doing his whole possession stuff to not only get them new identities but carefully accumulate a small amount of wealth, not enough to be suspicious in his opinion but still.

The Fenton parents start looking to see if/where this world has ectoplasm because the kids, and maybe Vlad, need it. Hel, maybe the parents accidentally need it too after all those years of exposure.

I know everyone chooses Gotham for this stuff, but also that's about the most I know about DC and it has a Lazarus pit underground so we're using it.

Vlad doesn't get back into the proper businessman profile, too many eyes for him to feel safe after the GIW disaster, but he does end up a Mafia boss, or at least tries. Also, Hood becomes a new 'son' obsession for him, yeah he has Danny and Jordan and Ellie but this kid is also ghosty and probably hungry or something, right?

Hood doesn't get what's up with this weird older man who always has a baby with him, let alone why he'd even bring a baby along to mafia stuff.

Vlad thinks it's safer to have Ellie in mafia meetings than be left with the Fentons during their research obsession periods because they will literally not pay attention to anything else unless it's an emergency, it's not their fault, they're learning to manage it though.

Speaking of Fentons, they work on clean energy manufacturing topside, but underground they deal with weapons. Mostly they supply them to Vlad's crew, since that's basically their testing grounds, but they also don't make anything that's actually lethal. Vlad isn't a fan of guns though but he isn't about to bring out his plasma blasts if there isn't a good reason. (He pretends anyone who sees him cackling like a maniac hit their head, he did say he hates using guns after all).

Jordan and Jazz are probably about 17/18 now. Jazz is going to college, while Jordan slips his way into the kid's mafia (yes he knows he's a kid now too, shut up, he used to be 24). This is half to annoy Vlad and half because he's curious. Jazz, of course, with a little help from both Vlad and Tucker in getting her grades moved between universes, is in college soon, and manages a full scholarship (not that Vlad wouldn't have paid if he still had his old money, in fact he might even be a little jealous that he wasn't the one to pay for her schooling).

Jordan looks a little more like Vlad than he does Jack, due to the way the ghost half fusion effects everything, but he also looks more like Jack than Maddie because Jack is what Danny would have grown into anyway.

Ellie of course just looks like a nearly carbon copy of Danny of course, just baby and female.

Danny, Sam, and Tucker are all going to Gotham Prep, if Vlad can't pay for Jazz's schooling then he's paying at just some for theirs (they might have partial scholarships but not full ride). Danny still sneaks out at night because he can't stand sitting still after an hour time being a vigilante and ends up running into the Bat. He promptly apologizes for invading his haunt and flees.

If any ships, I'm thinking Jazz/Jason and Jordan/Dick, but I'm a sucker for everlasting Trio and Tim also has a trio of his own.

Back to Ellie and Vlad. He of course is trying to keep any 'Meta' rumors on the downlow, but she's just a baby. The harness she's in is ghost proof mostly so she can't just phase out of it, but you try changing a baby's diaper and they just turn intangible, or put then down to nap when they start floating. Hel, imagine setting her down for two seconds, she accidentally makes a shield, and now she's crying because she wants to be held. Sure, Vlad and Danny both, Jordan and Ellie too, can go through shields in human form, but that doesn't mean it doesn't sting or something. Eventually it gets figured out though.

I wonder how long it takes Jason to figure out that this Jordan fellow is related to Vlad. 😂

I also wonder what it would take for Vlad to actually use his ghost form outright, what kind of threat he'd expose himself to for the sake of his family. Just, shoving the kids at Jack - "Darling your aim is iced tea, let Maddie and myself handle this" - and doing what he has to.

And, yes, even as a Mafia boss he refuses to actually swear. Also, he probably still goes by Plasmius, the way his other form looks does NOT help the vampire rumors. Let alone the- well, I read a post on here a while ago where Ellie Danny and Jordan were deaged and needed his ectoplasm to survive. Imagine being a Plasmius goon in a meeting while he's trying to rock his baby to sleep and she's just sucking on his hand. You don't think much of it until you see he's bleeding and, even though it's technically red, your pretty sure it's glowing green and you're not sure if you want to ask (you won't but still). Plus, he's not even reacting to what must be a fair bit of pain, right?

Honestly, there's probably a betting pool about the whole weird family.

And of course I'm bringing in my Alfred Clockwork storyline. Flashpoint Thomas is Frighty, dead Thomas is Pariah, and Gotham is Martha. The moment Vlad finds out that Jason's grandparents are some of the most powerful ghosts in the realms (or at least this side of them in Gotham's case) he's like "okay I won't interfere, but maybe he'd like a friend? He doesn't seem to know a lot of ghosts.' (he tries to figure out which kid would be a better fit and that's when he finds out Jordan's been working for Hood this whole time. "You didn't tell me?" "You didn't know?!") 😂

Basically, give me a Mafia family who's major story plot isn't even the bats outright, it's just trying to survive after fleeing a world that may as well be destroyed at this point. Sure, they interact with the bats, cross paths, maybe even a couple relationships, but, overall, the Fenton-Masters are just outsiders in Gotham, learning to adjust to this new life.

#Fenton-Masters Mafia Crossover #Fenton-Masters Mafia AU #Fenton-Masters Mafia Family #dpxdc #dpxdc crossover #dpxdc au #dimensional travel #new life

[sgiandubh]

Although MPCs website clear about bring a business which contributes a portion of profits post admin costs, Sam regularly in videos and in print interviews misrepresents. He's says my charity abd he says 59% of signup fee goes to charity. If there is a problem l, it's on Sam, who according to original members, basically sold MPC control, in 2017. Your statement of knowing what he's doing with his MPC, is questionable, post corporate change of MPC. It's not just his alone. MPC has sketchy history, since Alex's involvement, and the rumors, look more as truths that a good portion of the administrative costs go to Alex pre-whisky, for a working, guaranteed salary before sales came in. It also begs the question, if Sam is interested in supporting charity with a portion of income sales, why hasn't 10% of whisky sales went to charity partners? The whisky is part of the GGC, Sam and Alex's business. Why wouldn't he plug a Newman Products design? Maybe he's not as interested in charity?

Dear MPC Anon,

It has always been 50%, which is logical. 59% sounds like a demented Asian astrologist suggestion - but you might be unfamiliar with Burmese recent history, so I shall give you a pass, on that one.

Who are the 'original members' who told you MPC was sold? To whom was it sold? When did that happen? I need paperwork to support this statement: the current corporate documents still list ONE officer - pay away from your wallet to find out it's very probably SRH: I am not doing it for you.

Like it or not, Norouzi's involvement in MPC is a reality since at least its creation. You will have to prove me the 'sketchy' part with much more than a stinking grenade thrown by Anon or fandom illiterate gossip.

I will have to see contracts between MPC, AN, SH proving that pre-whisky launching costs of The Sassenach were drawn from the MPC accounts. I will also have to see bank and accounting documents proving so. According to US law, I would also have to be a Court and have enough reasons to subpoena these people and entities to show me those. Stop spreading the shite written by Pufflander once upon a time and ask Puffy, in her retreat, what the fuck did she do with the crowdfunded money for the Harassment PI Report (you know, *urv and co). Now that would be a really interesting question, right? No answer? Bad day, baby. Bad day.

Whisky sales under the umbrella of Great Glen Company LLC, a different legal entity with no charitable mission, were never designed to represent a charitable endeavor. I think you know the difference between a charity and a company, right? Suggesting he should give 10% of all his earnings to charity is akin to a church tithe. This argument is, of course, ridiculous, in the business world, unless there is an explicit and public vow to do so, with a particular company's benefits.

Newman's Own and the Newman's Own Foundation represent Paul Newman's personal commitment to give away 100% of Newman's Own LLC profits to charity: the Foundation serves to direct the funds to the projects its trustees deem the most appropriate, according to the Foundation's values.

This is a different story and I also hope you know the difference between Great Glen Company, a business who wants to remain a business and a ground-breaking CSR commitment like Paul Newman's. Great Glen Company and MPC are separate projects - AN's loud involvement in both does not help, though, especially with an uneducated bigot, such as yourself, Anon.

Assuming he must give 100% of all his profits to charity is absolutely ridiculous, Anon. Why don't you give away all the profits of your lemonade stand to charity and set a blazing, luminous example in this fandom?

Unless you quickly substantiate what you wrote in anger on your phone, with links, facts and names, I am forced to tell you to kindly, slowly, but surely...

FUCK OFF MY PAGE!

[Later edit:] Should I start a US Tax Law 101 course for you, Anon? To me, this rather crude company/charity montage sounds legit. Also, MPC is not a charity, as shown in my previous post.

#anon #fandom #shitshow #business #legal #MPC #GGC

[onakomiyaki]

just a silly crush (not) pt. 1.5

pairing: daniel ricciardo x childhood friend-brabham!reader ; lewis hamilton x reader (implied, platonic relationship)

summary: even after two decade of constant battle with his own silly first love slash crush and manage to almost win the fight, you're still the one who manage to knock the breath out of him. and yet, here you are, still oblivious to his feeling.

this is set in 2021, so papaya daniel :D.

warning: unedited and rushed work (I GOT INSPIRED AFTER TWO CANS OF REDBULL RAAAAAAHHHH), harsh words, childhood trauma (kinda), slowburn.

and maybe the fact that you are one of high paid supermodel–plus an actress so you don't think about money that much.

consider tonight's meeting (and reconciliation) a huge success, totally worth the money you spent on the party. one of perks of being the daughter of david brabham is that your can splurge on unimportant things; this party, for example, and your father won't even bat an eye.

"(y/n)!"

you turned your body, eyes lit up at the view of the mighty sir lewis hamilton.

"what took you so long?" you asked, hugging the brit as he kiss your temple.

for some people lewis's gesture might be mistaken as love-like affection. but of course you know that it is not like that at all. lewis had always see you as his annoying little sister who he love dearly and you saw him as the big brother you never had. while you do have a younger brother, sam, things with you and lewis are just... different.

"if i say traffic, would you believe me?" he sheepishly said.

and to that you let out a dry–mocking–laugh. "really? traffic? here in monaco?" you said.

"alright alright. i might–i said might–met binotto." he stated, letting out a sigh.

"mattia binotto? that's-"

"ferarri's current principal, yes." he nod, hands snug inside his pockets.

"they want you. interesting." you said, fingers cradling your own jaw.

lewis let out a chuckle, shrugging his shoulder. "maybe."

you rolled your eyes at his attic, shaking your head at his secretiveness. he won't be able to keep any secret from you, you're too smart for that. and lewis is aware.

what is not so smart of you is your inability to figure out about daniel's hints and feeling for the past 10 plus years. maybe more, lewis believe.

he always notice how daniel's eyes always lights up when he saw your instagram posts, or your appearance at the latest fashion magazine. he even rambling non-stop at your first big screen debut in 2017, not only to his teammate max, but to almost all the driver on the grid. almost, because most of the drivers are just confused and was there to humor the aussie. sebastian vettel though–god bless that man–always there for him, sharing the same excitement even cheering him up.

he also remember how dejected he looks when your father visited one of the race in 2015, hoping that you would show up beside your father despite your hatred towards the sport. but instead, he saw sam, your younger brother, calmly walking beside your father.

so it is safe to say he knew it all too well.

"have you talk to him yet?" he asked, averting the conversation from his meeting with binotto.

"that, i have." you simply said, grabbing two glass of champagne passed by the waitress.

lewis gracefully accept the other glass and clinked his glass with yours. "and how it goes?"

you went silent, gnawing your bottom lip nervously. "it went... well." you said, voice unsure.

"oh?"

"he asked me to watch the race. in monza." you stated.

lewis nods, letting out an acknowledgement hum as he sip his champagne.

yeah, bestfriend. he thought.

"you should come, (y/n). its been 10 years since his first f1 race, and yet, you haven't attend any of them in person." he simply stated.

"well i did watch the race from my house in monaco." you muttered. lewis shaking his head to your reaction.

"its not fair for him, you know? you guys are best friend for almost 20 years now, you said it yourself."

you went silence, eyes trailed down to the floor. the expensive marble seems more interesting than lewis now, and he knew.

"i just don't want you to live in regrets in the future, (y/n)" he said, patting your shoulder as he walk away from you–giving you some space to think about what he just said.

"i know lewis." you whisper to yourself.

"let me join you for awhile, mate." he said.

daniel, who currently enjoying his alone time at the bar, was greeted with a familiar figure walking towards him. he fix his posture, sitting straighter as the figure sat beside him and he watch in silent.

"lewis."

"honeybadger."

hearing his nickname make daniel chuckle. thanks to you who actually give him that nickname years ago, back when you and him still go karting together, it stuck with him. and honestly he don't mind. because it was given by you.

"no company?" lewis simply asked.

"well, i was dragged by the ferrari duo, little lando, and the lovebird but they are gone now." daniel explain, politely asking the bartender for another refill.

"the lovebird?"

"max and kelly."

"ah, the new couple." lewis nods, flashing his charming smile at the younger driver.

"yeah, i don't want to be the thirdwheel or dancing with dj norris and his two minions so here i am." he said, returning the smile to his senior as he pointed at the dj podium where lando is already getting on. carlos and charles was dancing like a maniac with drinks on their hands.

lewis raised his eyebrows, genuinely shocked and impressed at the young brit secret talent as a dj. "never knew little lando was a party animal." he said.

"i might be the one who responsible for that–to be a party animal i mean." daniel chuckled, shaking his head.

"well, he learn from the best then." and with that both daniel and lewis share a laugh, clinking their glass together.

as daniel enjoy his 3rd? 4th? glass of whiskey that night, lewis give him a small pats on his back. and daniel, confused at the gesture, watch lewis with a small frown.

"you have the patience of a saint, daniel. i won't last that long if i were you," he said, finishing his drink. "i gave up after got rejected for a second date."

lewis's cryptic messages, plus the familiar tipsy feeling, make him confused even more.

"huh?"

"goodluck, mate." he said, flashing him a smile before walking away from him.

"what just happen..." daniel muttered as he finish his glass of whiskey and decided to join dj norris and the minions.

what a night...

#daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo #dr3 x reader #dr3 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic

[zozo-01]

"maybe god does love you enough to save you. maybe they were god all along."

This fic is part of the 'Hot Boi Summer Springback' Event ran by the Skyside Discord and organized by the lovely @angelicaether!! Thank you Aether and everyone else for participating in the event and you can read all of their fics on this master list here!!

For this I heard one line from Sam about how he wanted Darlin' ever since he's met them, and of course I had to fucking run with it!! Mix in a little religious trauma and boom!! Fic has been made. :) Thank you to @lovelylonerliterature for being my beta reader and @autisticempathydaemon, @cashandprizes and @horrorscoupes for being my IRL Sam Collinses, hehehe. (Also Lo, the other religious trauma fic is coming. >:3)

CW: Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, sam was raised southern baptist and it shows, darlin isn't catholic but they were also raised religiously, Self-Hatred, sam hates himself for being a vampire , Mentioned Alexis (Redacted ASMR), Mentioned Quinn (Redacted ASMR), only by names and action, Blood Mention, Blood Drinking, Disordered Eating, he is a vampire after all and he hates it, Mentioned Character Death, Referenced Character Death, Mentions of Minor Injuries, darlin is involved so of course there are injuries, sam is going through an existential crisis while darlin is just there teehee

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There were two types of blood to Samuel Collins. The ones he could barely tolerate and the ones he downright detested. It took a while for some of the former to graduate into the latter, but he doubted that he would ever be the kind of vampire that would savour the taste of blood. It was fuel, barely even food to him.

He chugged another blood bag, following it with a sip of his bourbon. The alcohol burned down the tangy aftertaste, making it slightly easier to digest it. For the first time in a decade, he found himself in an intense hunger, almost as bad as his bloodlust. He couldn't figure out what it was. He didn't feel extra stress, nor was he exerting his magic all that much. Whatever the case was, the result was him downing more blood than he did during his newborn years.

He sighed, staring at the empty bag and cup in his hands. He would wonder what he did to deserve all of this, but he's known the answer since he was younger and brighter. Throwing the bag into the trash, he poured himself a full glass of his bourbon and flopped onto his couch. Sam took a swing, hoping to get rid of the residual blood clinging to his throat. 

He hated himself for the fact that he needed blood to survive, he was a healer for God's sake. Yet he hated himself for hating himself in the first place, stuck in a vicious cycle that would never end. There was nothing wrong with drinking blood, it's the same principle of humans eating meat. Sometimes, the lion has to eat the gazelle in order to survive. The circle of life. But Sam couldn't help but feel disgusted, filth finding its way from heart and tainting his body. 

Guilt ate him alive, his old prejudices coming back to haunt him. He's met wonderful vampires, both before and after his turning. And he would never think of Vincent as a monster. But he couldn't help the little thoughts in his head that the fact that he was a vampire was wrong. He was just a monster, a feeder and a leech. (It's funny how his father's voice haunted him to this day.)

Sam never understood the difference between drinking the supposed blood of Christ and this, one was deemed holy and the other made him a heathen. If he drank blood from a holy source, then would his sins be washed away? Was there a chance that if he swallowed his pride and walked to the altar with a chalice in hand, would God, the Forgiving, forgive him?

The vampire forsaken God long after he was forsaken. It didn't stop Sam from making small prayers when times got rough, despite the fact that He wouldn't hear him. Some habits die hard, he knows that all too well.

He wondered how long it would take for him to make peace with his new lease on life. There was no chance of trying to go vegan, he'd exhausted every avenue of research in that direction. Meaning this was it. There was nothing more he could do to save his damned soul. He loathes Alexis a little more each day he goes without the sun kissing his skin like it used to.

Daddy always said that he was a dirty sinner at heart, his soul was stained from birth. It made sense that his physical body would match his sinning core. Alexis was just God's punishment for the monster that he was. Maybe if he spent more time on his hands and knees, he would have escaped his fate.

(That didn't explain them though. There was no way that He would send them his way. If Alexis was his punishment, then they were his salvation. Yet the only reason he could conceive as to why they came into his life was to punish him harder, teach him a lesson he's spent his life internalizing. He'd only pray that they won't get caught up in his hellish flames.)

It took two cups of bourbon and a whole lot of water for Sam to finally stop gagging at the blood. Funny how when he was younger, he would lick his bloody lips as a showing of strength and pride. He felt powerful when he consumed his blood. Now look at him, disdain was all that was left of the broken man sitting on the couch.

Time travel was the only answer to his problem, going back to the past to tell his younger self that Alexis wasn't worth it. The fun and wild thrill she gave wasn't worth the utter agony that would come his way. At the very least, he would tell himself to make it clearer to her that he didn't feel the same. But he didn't, and he got exactly what he deserved.

There's no use living in the past, he told himself out loud. What's done is done and all he could do was make do with the hand life has dealt him. Staring out the window, the millions of stars stared back at him with judgment. Fuck them, who gave them the right to cast their holy gaze to him. Not when they stood high up on their throne in heaven. They had no idea how hard it was to stay pure down on Earth. Lucky bastards must be thrilled to watch him suffer for their entertainment.

(Doesn't that sound familiar? I'm talking about you.)

His residual anger was enough to burn the forest surrounding his forced home, but he had to get it under control. There was time to rage and lament to the world, but tonight wasn't it, not when they would be coming by shortly.

The partnership he had with Darlin' was tentative, despite him already saving their sorry ass. Both of them were still trying to feel the other out, ready to pounce if the other showed signs of traitorous actions. Beyond that, he could tell that Darlin' was a good person with their heart in the right place. A bit of a bleeding heart, something he didn't expect at all, but it was a welcome surprise. If they met in different circumstances, then things may have been different.

If they had been born earlier, or him later, then they may have caught each other on the D.A.M.N. Campus. He'd stare at them, hopelessly enamoured with the shifter that stood maybe a few feet away. How could he not, they were absolutely beautiful. Prettier than the songbirds that would fly by or the sun's light that formed a halo on their head. His buddies would laugh at him, dying that the Samuel Collins, fuckboy extraordinaire, fell in love. But hell must have frozen over, for he was a fool just for them.

He would saunter towards them, his flirty tone immediately dismantled by their smile. Yet his awkwardness would endear them for some reason and they would let him court them, something no one thought he was capable of.

He would lead them back to his house, laying them on his bed and showing them how much he loved them-

Sam's mouth dried up and his fangs started to ache at the thought of their body under him. Goddamn it, he needed another damn blood bag. Trudging back to the kitchen, he drained another bag, not bothering with a cup as he drank straight from the bourbon bottle to wash down the taste.

This was getting ridiculous. Absolutely, fucking stupid. He couldn't turn into a fucking newborn every time he thought about them. He shouldn't even be thinking about them like that. It was wrong, and indecent, and robbed them of autonomy. He felt like an abomination for even daring to fantasize about them. He was nothing but a sinner and he couldn't taint their light. 

That didn't stop his fangs from elongating at the thought of their blood anyway. He couldn't help it. They were just so damn bright and wonderful, he had no choice but to forget his own immoral heart. When bathing in the rays around Darlin', there was nothing to focus on but them. Their enchanting laugh and crude jokes burrowed their way deep into Sam's heart, and they wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

And their blood, don't even get him started. Unfortunately for his lust and hunger (he doesn't want to call it love right now), he's had the chance to smell their blood quite often. From large gaping wounds that he would heal to that stupid blood-soaked jacket that Darlin' refused to let go, he's sure he knows their scent as well as the priest knows his congregation. Something about how shifters have more magic in their blood compared to other empowered people, but he knew that wasn't the reason.

It was just because it was Darlin' and that they were incredible and wonderful. It was no secret that they were a vampire magnet, catching all of their attention whenever the two went out. His own blood would curl and rage would flow through his veins, jealousy taking reign of his wicked heart. But he couldn't blame any of them. Most vampires look for salvation in the people they bite, hoping the magic in their blood will be enough to save them. 

But they had more potent blood, even more than the average shifter. It had to have been a blessing for them, their magic so powerful and their blood being a reflection of that. He could tell from the moment they bled all over their couch, and it made every vampire obsessed with having the taste of their blood. Their blood smelled like the blizzards they faced and he wondered if it tasted as cold as they smelled. Or maybe their blood was as warm as their sunshine self.

Clearly, he wasn't any better than the vampires who'd grab them and bare their fangs to force their blood into their mouths. He was utterly disgusting. 

Sam watched the clock on top of the fireplace. (He stared at the judging eyes looking back at him.) They should be here sometime soon, knowing they'd arrive five minutes early because they're just so damn respectful of his time. It would be easier to hate, or at the very least control his fondness for them if they were a little terrible. They were an asshole and a little shit, but awful? Never in a million years. 

He had to find a way to curb his craving for them, out of respect for them and to remind himself that he didn't deserve good things. How he got addicted to a drug before he took it was beyond him. But they were absolutely magical so he wouldn't put it past the realm of possibility. 

Exactly when he expected, he heard their motorcycle park itself in front of the porch. The roaring engine woke the butterflies in his stomach, having to stop himself from zipping around the house in excitement.

A few relaxing breaths later, Sam deemed himself ready to face Darlin'. His bloodlust was in control and his heart calmed down from the earthquake it was. He stood in front of the door, waiting for Darlin' to finally knock on the door and bless him with their parents.

An eternity later, soft knocks filled the air and his cheeks started to hurt with a smile. Of course, he gave a couple of seconds before he opened the door, not wanting to look desperate for opening the door immediately.

Eyes meeting theirs, Sam lost his breath for a few minutes. The stars he cursed earlier shone brightly in their eyes, galaxies swirling into a beautiful kaleidoscope of divine essences. His heart picked up again, giving up on controlling it and instead hoping that Darlin' can't hear the pounding in his chest.

(Momentary silence filled his brain when tranced by their gaze. He doesn't know how the fuck they did it. The voices that filled his head, of the father he abandoned and the women who condemned him, all went quiet with their smile. Only their sweet voice and unintentional sweeter words remained in his brain. Rosaries were nothing but decorative garbage to him, but they were able to silence the demons in his head. Who needs a cross when their protection was all a man needs?)

A hand waving in front of his face tore him from his thoughts. "Hello? Earth to the Cowboy? Anyone home?" they joked with him, but there was that twinge of concern in their voice. Too caring for his wicked heart.

"Yeah, everythin's good here, darlin'," he reassured, nodding while moving to the side to let the wolf in. He had to hold his breath when they walked by him, their sweet scent entering his nose and driving himself. Had he been a weaker man, he would have pinned them right where they stood, but he'd had enough experience beating himself for his desires.

Sam went into the kitchen to get some water for them, knowing that it's probably been a while since they drank a cup of water. The way they chugged down the water was all the indication he needed.

With water in their body, Darlin' got to the root of why they were there. Quinn had been sending some of his lackeys after them, to stalk and intimidate them to go back to him. So far, their efforts hadn't amounted to anything, just some poor bastards who were promised a bump in pay if they were able to bring them to him. But recently, Quinn had been sending stronger mercenaries their way. Nothing they couldn't handle, but the escalation was definitely concerning, for who knew what his next steps would be.

If his mother was here, she would have told Sam to send Darlin' off with a rosary and prayer. That would be enough to keep evil spirits away, himself included. Unfortunately for him, they would balk at the idea of having something to protect them, which was the only thing that was stopping him from becoming their bodyguard. 

He had more selfish intentions though, the rotten thing he was. If he spends more time with Darlin', then he can silence the voices permanently. Their heavenly light could cast out the darkness entrenched in his heart.

Once they were finished venting about this recent development, they slumped in their seat, exhausted from their constant vigilance. Truly, they didn't deserve any hardships in life. They were too good to deserve anything like this. Blessed with a kind heart and strong resolve, why would it dare be wasted on a desolate place such as this?

God loves you, but not enough to save you.

"I didn't know you were religious," their questioning tone brought him out of his thoughts. He found it silly that they would ask a question like that until he saw what they were looking at.

It was an old crucifix on top of his fireplace, golden in colour and with various coloured gems. On it were the eyes that have been judging him since he left Mont Blanc. It had been a gift from his mother before he ran away, her way of blessing him on his journey. But it served more as a reminder of how far he's fallen from the golden boy he was all those years back.

The eyes of Jesus bore into his soul, asking him what was the point of him dying for his sins if he still turned out to be a heathen.

Hand waving in front of his face, he remembered that Darlin' was in the room with him. The heat from the crucifix's eyes died down, maybe wondering if they would deal their final blow to him.

"Yeah- um, my momma gave it to me 'fore I left home," he started to explain, finding any way to skirt this conversation and meaningfully answer their question. "She was a Southern Baptist at heart, thought a cross could save a life." He smirked at that sentiment, clearly it didn't do anything to save him. He didn't give himself any chances.

Their gaze was transfixed on the crucifix to the point where they didn't even look back to face him. Maybe it was a similar likeness that was calling out to each other? Who could know with that one.

"It's beautiful," their hazed voice filled the room. He looked back at the crucifix, not finding anything notable about it. It was just a wooden thing with a dead man on it. Nothing holy to worship, just a sign of empty promises made toward forgiveness.

If anything, the wolf in front of them was more worthy of worship and prayer, because he knew that any pact made with them would be worth it. Why pray to the dead when the living is so much better?

A genuine curiosity about their interest made him ask the question, "you religious growin' up too?" They never gave off the vibe of being God-fearing, but some people hide it better than others. Or learn how to not shove it down peoples' throats.

"I was, not Catholic though," they answered while finally turning back to face him. "Wasn't Southern Baptist either," they added with a chuckle. His wolf was filled with interesting little factoids. He couldn't imagine his Darlin' on their knees praying, but they always had a hopeful outlook that it was hard not to think they didn't believe in the divine. He hummed in acknowledgement, going back and sitting silently next to them.

"If you don't mind me asking…" their voice trailed in hesitation, a tell-tale sign that they were looking for permission to continue speaking. He nodded, giving them the OK to finish their question. Their eyes went back to the crucifix with a questioning look in their eye. "Why keep it around if you're not super religious?"

Sam understood it was a valid question to ask, even if he had a complicated answer to it. Was he supposed to tell Darlin' that he kept the cross around as his failure? That if he shut up and lived the life of pain that his parents laid out for him, then he wouldn't have ended up as the monster he was now. He hated himself and there was no one better than God to keep judging him.

"Well…" he stalled, trying to find a suitable answer. "I keep it as a reminder of where I came from," he started, only to scoff. "And where I don't want to go back to." He'd rather go through his accident again than go back to that hellscape. "'Sides, it's nothin' but a piece of wood. Ain't nothin' magical to it."

There was a contemplative look on their face, finding a way to choose their next words without touching on any sensitive subjects. Their narrowed eyes could burn a hole in the floor they were staring at and he could only wonder about the thoughts firing off in their head. (Really, he wondered if they ever thought of him with this level of intensity.)

"Do you believe in God?" they asked with a quiet tone. Now that was a question that he didn't expect from them.

"I just told ya I was raised religious," he snarked, "I don't know what you're tryin' to say."

They rolled their eyes, flicking his arm in protest of the teasing. "You're such an asshole, leech," they laughed it off and Sam was sure that was the sound of the seven trumpets. What a beautiful way to die.

They went quiet again, their eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "You don't have to be religious to believe in God, ya know." 

"Oh yeah? What 'bout you Darlin'? Do you believe in God?" he asked in retaliation, interested in what their answer would be. Part of him hoped that they didn't, that he was right in putting his faith in what he could see.

"I do," they said bluntly. It wasn't the answer he was hoping for, but he kept quiet to let them keep talking. "I was raised with the whole 'what's written with you is meant for you'. Basically, what God wants to happen will happen." They rest their head on Sam's shoulder and his arm instinctively wrapped around them. "I know most people don't like that idea, 'cuz it robs them of autonomy. But I don't know, I've always found it comforting. No matter how much bad shit happens to me, it won't be more than I can bear."

"And if it is too much for you to handle?" he questioned gently.

"Then God would write some comfort for me," they giggled. "I know it's stupid, but it's the little things that get me through the day." They yawned and made themselves comfortable on his shoulder. Sam could feel his heart pounding. "You still haven't answered my question."

He took one last look at Darlin', with their pretty face trying to fight off the exhaustion that caught up to them. He couldn't stop staring at their eyes. Sweet and forgiving, they were the eyes he wished would look at them whenever he went to church. They were what God's gaze was supposed to be, free from the hate and judgement he suffered from the congregation. Maybe if they were guiding him from the start, then none of this would have happened. They wouldn't allow any bad things to happen to him.

(Then again, if he was never turned then he wouldn't have met Darlin'. Or at least they would meet in a drastically different context. He wouldn't have the chance to fall in love with them. So maybe Darlin' was right that there was a light at the end of the tunnel for everyone. He just can't believe that he deserved that respite.)

Contemplation be damned, there was no point in thinking about the question when he already knew the answer. "Yeah, suppose I still believe in God, just found it on my own terms." They didn't need to know that they were the only God that he believed in. His mind already started building the shrines in their honour, wondering if they would ever be enough to share his love for them.

It was much easier than saying the words 'I love you'. He may never have the courage (or the right) to say those words.

"I'm glad… that you could tell me…" their voice teemed with yawns and sleep. He chuckled, of course Darlin' would push back on precious sleep in order to listen to his response. That simple action did more for him than any divine being he was forced to worship.

Gently as he could, knowing that Darlin' was a light sleeper, he picked them up and brought them to his spare bedroom. As much as he so wanted to bring them to his bed, that was a big step that neither of them were ready for. Hell, they haven't even hinted that it was something they would be interested in, and his heart wouldn't survive precious Darlin' sleeping in his bed. But it was ok, he would wait an eternity to be with them.

Sam watched them as they slept, eyeing the little details that they hid in their waking moments. Like how their eyebrows were so expressive, or the way their lip scar would stretch with their smile. 

This was so very wrong. Watching them sleep, observing them so carefully, he was being a fucking creep for this. But he couldn't help but not look away. Darlin' was so reserved in their waking moments, and he wanted to see them at their most vulnerable. Even if he was tainting them with his corruption, leave him be! He deserves to be a remorseless, selfish thing once in a while. They were so endearing in their sleeping state, and he promised to always protect them in all of their glory. From their sweet eyes and beautiful body and split lip-

There was blood dripping from their face.

His mouth watered before the intoxicating scent hit his nose. Sam froze where he stood, torn between the want to lick the blood of his face and the need to leave. His heart versus his conscience. He had fed only an hour ago and of course, their blood was enough to make him starve again. His shaky hands wiped the blood from their face and then quickly cleaned it off with a napkin in his pocket, not even giving himself the chance to taste it.

He ran out of the room, locking the door behind him to keep them safe from him. His chest heaved with panic, heart racing a marathon. It wasn't fair that Darlin's blood had this much of an effect on them, but it wasn't their fault either. This was Sam's problem to deal with, and he'd be damned if he made his Darlin' feel guilty over something they had no control over.

Calming himself to a reasonable point, he made his way back to the kitchen. Sam opened up the damn fridge to grab another damn blood bag and a bottle of bourbon, sliding onto the floor and chugging it all over again. If only he was normal, then he would just slip into bed and cuddle his wolf, and not run out at the sight of something as simple as blood. 

At this point, he's sure that Darlin' would never want him. They've told him little bits and pieces about their relationship with Quinn, and how absolutely vile he was to them. From biting them without their consent to pressuring them into taking care of him, it's no wonder that they would be a little hesitant to jump into another relationship with a vampire. He had his own gripes with Alexis. But Sam was coming to the awful realisation that he was more like Quinn than he thought.

Shame and disgust filled his throat once again. It wasn't fair that Darlin' was stuck with monster after monster, they deserved so much better than him. Yet he couldn't help the jealous bile that filled his mouth at the thought of Darlin' with another person. What an awful predicament.

He gazed back at the crucifix with judging eyes. Only they weren't as harsh this time. Still judging as ever, but this time there was a hint of… was it encouragement? That wasn't the right term, but it was as if they were nudging him on a certain path. If he was truly willing to repent and walk the path of salvation, then somehow Darlin' would be a part of that journey.

He let out a wistful laugh, finding it impossible that Darlin' would ever want to waste their time 'fixing' him. But there was a corner of his heart, one where a sliver of light made its presence known.

Maybe God does love you enough to save you. Maybe they were God all along.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted sam #redacted darlin #IM GOING BACK TO MY ROOTS #TO MY FAVE COUPLE!!!! #hot boi summer springback #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

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THE CHASE - PART 5 | Hangman x Reader

Hey, Hi, Hello! I'm not back full time, but I did have some down time when my little one napped and finally finished this part. Am I super happy with how it turned out, not really, BUT It's still cute and fluffy and we get to see more of Jake with heart eyes. Thank you again for all your patience and support!

2336 words! No Warnings

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Bartender!Reader

Without further adieu

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Jake took his seat across from you in the warmly lit restaurant as you took in your surroundings. When the waiter handed you the menu you opened it and surveyed the offerings, and of course the price. Once the waiter had disappeared you quickly shut the menu and looked at Jake, eyes wide. “Jake, this is ridiculously expensive, we don’t have to eat here” your voice was near a whisper. He simply chuckled “you said you wanted to be wined and dined, for a first date, this is the best you can get” He seemed completely unphased and you balked at him. Jake looks up from his menu and gives you a smile, a real fond, cheek dimpling smile full of pearly white teeth. You're so distracted by the smile and the feeling it gives you that you nearly miss him reaching his hand across the table to grasp yours, his calloused thumb rubbing the top lightly “first off, Uncle Sam pays me just fine to be able to afford this - granted, not every night, I prefer home cooking anyways, but on a special occasion, or a first date, especially with you, this is pennies, Darlin’.” 

The flutter you felt at his words and at the gentle look he was giving you was unnerving, but not unwelcome. The all familiar nickname he had for you sounded different tonight, in the way he said it. In that time, he had returned his attention to the menu - but the smile had not faltered from his face. You realized you weren’t going to win and so you regarded the menu again, before selecting a lower priced main course option in your head. That is, until Jake looked at you and suggested ordering an appetizer platter that included a few options of everything. When you didn’t oppose, He smiled at you “what are you thinking about for dinner?” you shrugged nonchalantly, and told him your option, the salmon sounded good and was not as highly priced as the rest of the menu items. “I was thinking about the Ribeye to be honest, now nothing really beats Texas BBQ but I’ll give it a shot.” He flipped the menu page and looked at the drinks, while you peeked at the price of his entree selection, that’s when you decided to revise the selection of your main course to something a little higher to match. You did say wine and dine after all.

When the waiter came back, Jake offered for you to order first, when the waiter asked about drinks to get started, he straightened up slightly “Did you see any bottle of wine you wanted?” immediately you shook your head “you pick, they all look so nice.” Jake wore a small smirk “fine” He showed the waiter his selection on the menu, to which he nodded, took the menus and disappeared. You shook your head at Jake, a small smile playing on your face “you ordered one of the more expensive ones didn’t you?” his grin widened and shook his head “not telling, you’ll just have to enjoy it.” a small laugh bubbled out of your lips “you continue to surprise me.” 

The waiter returned once more with the wine bottle, presented it to you and offered you a taste before serving, to which you accepted. He poured a small amount in your glass and you swirled it, before sipping it. The red wine Jake had chosen was full bodied, warm and had notes of spices dancing across your tastebuds, it would go lovely with the menu options you had both selected. When you nodded your approval, the waiter topped up your glass before serving Jake and leaving the bottle on the table, and returning to the kitchen, presumably to retrieve your appetizers.

You lifted your glass, holding it up “cheers” Jake smiled at you and tipped his glass to clink with yours “cheers to the first date”. You could barely hide the smile that graced your face as you brought the glass to your lips and took a sip, reveling in the fact you were truly on a date with Jake Seresin, the man of your desires and of your nighttime fantasies for the past 3 months, and even though there was still that little voice in your head screaming at you that you were just going to get hurt, you couldn’t help but let yourself feel excited. “So” Jake recalled your attention to him, green eyes sparkling with a little mischief. “I’m really curious to know, why do you usually only call me by my call sign and everyone else by their names?”

Jake had been dying to know the answer to this question since he met you. It was only in the last 7 days that you had called him by his first name and he folded his hands in front of him on the table, watching you digest his question and take another sip of wine before setting the glass down “it’s a little embarrassing…” he shrugged slightly “would you tell me anyways? Or is it a second date kind of question?” you laughed and took another sip of wine, hoping it would increase your courage to tell him the truth “I was hoping it could wait until dessert at least.” Jake just waited patiently while you seemed to prepare yourself to tell him your answer.

“I’ve only ever heard what all the other girls and bartenders have said about you at the Hard Deck” you watched a scowl breach his lips but he stayed silent and you continued “and I thought, that if I kept the persona of Hangman in my head, I wouldn’t let myself get attached and fall for you…” you sighed and avoided his gaze, which you could feel boring into you “that  didn’t work. I’ve played hard to get because I liked you a lot and I was - I am, worried about getting hurt.” 

Jake considered your words, it’s true that he had a very flyboy persona, where he used to leave with whatever badge bunny would strike his fancy that night. He always made it clear that there were no strings attached, hookup only, until he met you anyways. Before you, some of the girls had gotten their hopes up, feeling as if they were entitled to more than just sex with him, which is presumably what you had heard from previous bartenders. He had a type apparently, which caused Penny to lose more than one decent extra hand and though she had a soft spot for the Dagger Squad, him included, the Hard Deck came first to her. 

Jake met your eyes, sincerity echoed in them, “I know I’ve got a bit of a reputation, but I’m here to prove to you that I’ve changed.” You had been open and candid with him, and it was his turn to return the sentiment. “Did I hope to get you to come home with me the first night I met you, yes absolutely I did, but when you didn’t even give me the time of day, I was awestruck. You have time and time again proved that you don’t need any man to make things happen and I’ve grown to respect that, and frankly, the way you put me in my place most of the time is a huge turn on.” You blushed as his praise washed over you, surprised that he would be this honest with you. When you didn’t reply, he continued “Darlin’ I’ve been spending the last three months trying to get your attention in any way you’ll give it to me, because I can’t get you out of my head. When you finally agreed to this date, I knew I had one chance to not fuck this up royally because you’re that kind of girl.” Jake cut his speech a little short, afraid to admit that you were the girl. The one he would be proud to bring home to his mama and friends in Texas, the one he could see with his Nan’s ring on her finger and a matching gold band on his own. The one he wanted to come home to every day, and pick him up at the end of deployments. He felt like he was in one of those hallmark Christmas love story movies that he used to watch with his Nan, at the part where the guy realizes that the girl he loved the entire time is right in front of him but he’s been denying it because he was scared. Hell, the only thing Jake was scared of right now is you telling him you wanted to be just friends. 

You sat across from him, listening to him pour some of his heart out before the main course even arrived and once he was finished you just smiled “youre right, You do have one chance to not fuck this up royally…” You paused, mostly for dramatic effect but also to sip your wine and then continued “but you’re doing a pretty good job so far.” You watched as Jake let out a breath he had apparently been holding and gave him a small smile, which he returned tenfold, and the waiter brought over your main courses.

–

“I was mortified!” You laughed with Jake, sharing a piece of chocolate cake as dessert as he recounted the story of how he threw Maverick out of the bar and found out that it was his CO the following day. Dinner had been fantastic and full of great conversation between the two of you, you’d learned more about his family and he learned more about you. Now, as you shared a decadent dessert, you knew that trying not to fall for him would be impossible, because you’d already fallen so hard, and so fast. “Thank you, this was really nice.” You took one more lick of the sweet chocolate cake off your spoon as he waved the waiter over for the check and filled out his information while tucking the credit card into the pocket and handing it back. “You don’t have to thank me, just… let me take you out again, and be the only guy that can take you out, I don’t feel like fighting with Rooster for your attention.” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips as he tucked his card back into his wallet “I have to give Rooster attention when he’s ordering drinks from me.” Jake wrinkled his nose “nah, just tell him to order them from Jimmy.” you smiled again and took his arm as he stood and offered it to you “Let me take you home, and hope to god that I can get a kiss goodnight on your front porch” You rested your head on his shoulder, keeping the soft smile on your lips. You were definitely giving him a goodnight kiss on your front porch.

He opened the door and helped you into the truck, just like he had when he picked you up, and when he climbed in on his side you reached across the console to hold his hand. He looked at your joined hands surprised but then smiled at you as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it softly, before turning the engine and starting the drive back to your place.

On the drive back, the cab of the truck was filled with your combined laughter as you both sang along to the radio - albeit badly. Jake held your hand the entire way home and you let him, as you were thinking about where you really wanted this to go. You thought about the nights coming home alone from the bar, and how many times you saw him leave with other women, how much it gutted you, and how you wished he didn’t give you the butterflies that he did. However now that his attention was all on you, things were different. As the truck slowed in front of your house, the air in the cab prickled with electricity. You looked over at Jake as he turned off the truck’s engine and his eyes met yours. Then he opened his door and made his way around to your side, opening the door and holding out his hand for you. Taking his hand he helped you out of the truck, and walked you up to the door.

“Well, I hope tonight exceeded your expectations of me” He shot you a cheeky smirk, but you could tell it was in earnest, and that he was nervous. You nodded and leaned back against your door, your hands folded behind you to hide the fact that your fingers were twitching to run through his hair and down his button up, a smile playing on your lips. “We should do it again sometime…” His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he nodded “yeah, I’d love to take you out again.” You looked up at him, admiring the straightness of his jaw, the perfect cupid’s bow of his lips, his eyebrows furrowed in thought or concentration, you weren’t sure, and the subsequent lines that were drawn across his forehead. You reached out with your fingers to lightly smooth those worry lines away as you took a small step closer to him and whispered “Are you going to kiss me goodnight?” He seemed to visibly relax under your touch as he slipped one hand to your waist, the other cupping your jaw and making you draw in a slight sharp breath. You felt so dainty in his hands, his fingertips brushing against the small hairs at the back of your neck as he held your jaw. Jake’s eyes searched your face for any sign of protest before leaning down and slanting his lips across yours and kissing you for the very first time.

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[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Fool’s Crown

@hannahmanderr

Danny is very very stupid, Amity Parkers are very very oblivious, and a crown is apparently very very easy to hide.

Look okay, Danny had an issue, and, okay, he was also a dumbass. Meaning…

…

That’s right! He dealt with his issues like a dumbass.

His current issue?

One. Crown.

One crown that will not come off of his head even when he tries to yank the thing off with both his hands and his feet at the same time.

He even tried smacking it with a frying pan and only succeeded in giving himself a mild concussion.

Jazz had some words to say about that.

Sticking the crown in the portal and closing it with him still on the other side, also didn’t do shit.

So yeah.

He was NOT impressed. ‘Not’ with every single letter capitalised for the oomph… and to make a point about how not amused he was. Because he was very not amused.

So what was Danny to do about a floating green flaming glowing crown that will not fuck off?

Well get it to stop floating for one, which was surprisingly actually doable. Huh. Who knew. It’s got a cold metallic weightiness to it that felt like it was going to give him too many headaches; both literally and metaphorically (He was absolutely right on that one).

That just left him with the glowing problem, the flaming problem, the green problem, and the fact that it was a goddamn crown problem.

But flames plus frost from a kickass ice core equaled no more fire, nice and easy breezy, like he wished more things would be. Not out loud obviously, because, you know, Desiree. But yes, more easy things please! Thank you very much! Fuck his shitty luck. He could have technically just changed the crown over to cold blue flames instead of being frosty, but then the thing would still be on fire, which was the issue he was trying to solve.

The last three problems didn’t have some easy solution he could pull out of his ass on the spot, but you know what he could do on the spot and get nearly on the spot?

Amazon.

And you know what he could get on Amazon?

A thick leather crown.

And what could he do with a thick leather crown?

Why undo the stitching on the bottom so he could just… slide it over his actual crown.

Is it stupid? Like, very stupid?

Yes.

Does he buy the crown?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

Sam is judgmental but lets him use her prime account and he’s got that bitch in hand with same-day delivery. Sam is also judgemental that he makes her undo the stitching, she was better at stitch work than him so he thought it made sense okay! Gosh!

And!

Guess what!

Shit fucking works.

He can just slide it right over his crown. It’s like whoever designed these leather crown things did it with the Crown Of Fire in mind! Talk about a win for him!

Tuck slapped his knees and Sam facepalmed with multiple groans. At least Sam still attached little straps to the bottom of the leather crown so he could actually fully attach it to his crown securely. It made him look like he had a floating leather crown! It was hilarious! And it made the metal of the crown dig into his head less when he forced it to stop with the floating.

All in all he’s tickled green with his success.

Does his ‘fashion choices’ get questioned, and mocked, and belittled, and attempted at being stolen?

Oh of course.

Did he care?

Ha! Not a chance!

He did have Wes pointing at him and shrieking about him having too big of an ego to be willing to hide being the ghost king though, that was fantastic.

Fantastic because that meant that no one would ever believe he actually was the ghost king.

Which he was and he was goddamn rocking it.

Rocking it while totally leather strapped, making him an absolute leather daddy.

Eh? Eh? Ha! He thinks he’s funny. Because he is. That shit was absolutely hilarious.

Oh! Maybe he should actually, like, get into the leather subculture to really sell it. Then he’d totally rock a leather pride flag at the next pride.

…

Johnny’s going to insist on teaching him how to ride a motorcycle then, isn’t he?

Oh yeah he totally is.

Sure he couldn’t wear a helmet over his stupid crown thing but ain’t fucking nobody going to question a Fenton about following road safety or driving laws.

Ah he was about to be a leather crown wearing, motorcycle driving, space nerd, who handled and made supernatural ghost weapons.

Poor Amity. Poor poor Amity.

That was a lie. Amity loved his stupid weird dumbass, and he knew it.

End.

Prompt: After becoming Ghost King, Danny discovers that his crown refuses to be taken off his head, or even to disappear. This might not be a problem, if he didn't have to worry about going to school.

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[dr3amofagame]

why do you think Dream told Sam 'all about exile'? obviously, this didn't lead to pleasant consequences for him

it's interesting, right? especially because--while exile wasn't exactly the most unknown thing at that time--it's far from the highlight of c!dream's Villain Actions in the majority of the dsmp population's collective consciousness, at this point. it's been about a month since c!tommy ran away from exile, and since then c!Dream has done Doomsday and then the staged finale. for someone like c!sam, it makes a lot more sense for c!dream to judge him as caring more about how Fran would've been taken as leverage in the disc vault, or how their old home together the community house was blown up by dream. while i have no doubts that c!sam would've interrogated c!dream about exile anyway, c!dream didn't have to tell him "all about it" in a way that had c!sam completely horrified within that first week. and frankly, no matter what cruelty c!sam might've already been up to, c!dream wasn't going to crack to the point of confessing anything he didn't want to confess over the course of like, five days in the very beginning of the prison arc.

so why does he? i'm sure he'd give you a whole host of rational reasons. c!tommy can't keep his mouth shut, obviously, so he assumed that c!tommy would spill the beans sooner or later. provoking c!sam from the getgo gives him a good idea of what to expect from the rest of his stay here, which will help him navigate the situation in an optimal way. mentioning c!tommy affects c!sam obviously, emotionally, which keeps him too off-balance to think about any logical inconsistencies in things like the staged finale and ever suspecting that c!dream wanted to be in the prison in the first place. if he's forthcoming about this Terrible Crime, then c!sam will be too focused on interrogating him about tommy to ask questions about the revive book, or vikkstar and lazar, or punz. and so on.

they're good enough reasons. valid reasons, sure. c!dream is very good at coming up with lists of rational reasons behind his actions, objective courses of actions that leave him firmly in control. c!dream also--in the process of the plan to put himself in the prison--dies at least five times, as far as we know of, and likely many more (if we are to believe that he did experiments on his own limbo pre-prison, which i think we Should, considering the circumstances, then he needed to lose his initial three lives to even test the revive book on him, not to mention however it was that he got another three lives in order to lose two in the staged finale) and starts swimming in the lava not even 24 hours into his imprisonment. just because a reason makes the most sense or is the most rational doesn't make it the real reason why c!dream does much of anything, which is something he never quite gets around to admitting to himself.

#my asks !!

[camels-pen]

moms always find it

summary:

It's just one ecto-pen, his mom won't find the other stuff he's got hidden around his room.

Probably.

based on @echoghost1's prompt "Danny has lost something important and Mom has started to help him look. Unfortunately, he's got a habit of using his powers to store things in odd places and she isn't going to give up until they find it."

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“Really, it’s not a big deal—”

“Nonsense!” Mom said, violently stripping the covers from his bed. “That was an important and practical invention!”

Danny held up his hands. “I know, I know, and I’m sorry; I really didn’t mean to lose it.” Didn’t mean to shout that he’d lost it either. “But I can look through my room on my own,” —with his powers, because 9 times out of 10 it was in the walls or furniture somewhere—“you really don’t have to… help like this.”

Mom threw the sheets on the ground, then turned to face him as she reached for his mattress. “Well, young man, I wouldn’t have to rummage around your room if you kept track of your things. Especially, prototype inventions like the Fenton Ecto-gun Mk 4 Ink Utensil,” she said with a huff. “Now either you help me look or—”

As Mom started to lift the mattress, Danny spotted a piece of something silver and green sticking directly out of his bed frame.

“Don’t lift that!” he yelled, jumping atop his mattress.

Mom shrieked as she yanked her hands back. “Daniel James Fenton, be careful! You could’ve taken my fingers off!” She glared at him. “I know you’re a growing boy, I’m not going to judge you for whatever magazines you keep to yourself, but really never do that again.”

As much as Danny would love to defend himself, there was a stunning lack of any and all other excuses he could possibly make at the moment. All his usual wit went down the toilet the moment Mom’s knee-jerk reaction was to assume he had R rated magazines hidden under his bed.

“As I was saying the Fenton Ecto-gun Mk 4—”

“Ecto-pen.”

She furrowed her brow. “Pardon?”

He laughed stiffly. “Well, you know, ‘Fenton Ecto-gun Mk 4 Ink Utensil’ is a bit of a mouthful, right? So, we’ve been calling it an ecto-pen.”

She stared at him, unimpressed. “We?"

“Yeah—me, Sam, and Tucker.”

“Danny,”—ugh, there’s the ‘you’re in trouble’ voice—“how many times do we have to tell you: no letting your friends operate our inventions. They don’t have the safety training.”

Danny furrowed his brows. “What safety training?”

“Oh haha, very funny.” She crouched down to check under his desk. “I know your father went over it with you kids ages ago. Trying to pretend you don’t remember so you can show off to your friends is not acceptable young man.”

Hmm. Best to just agree and move on. “Right. Yeah, of course. Can’t get anything by you, Mom.”  

Danny’s eyes roamed the room and he sighed in relief. Nothing out of place—

There was a spool of anti-ghost fishing wire sticking out of the carpet by Mom’s foot.

“Well, it’s not under there.”

Danny rolled off the bed and scrambled against the ground. Mom startled, bumping her head against the underside of his desk with a hiss. Danny managed to slap a hand over the spool and push it all the way into the floor before she leaned back to scowl at him.

“Danny, what do you think you’re doing?”

Danny gulped. “Just… hanging?”

Mom narrowed her eyes, looking him up and down. Her gaze drew to his outstretched hand, still partially cupped against the carpet. She dragged a hand down her face.

“We’re going to be having a talk later.”

“We can have a talk now.”

“Not a talk,” she said. “The talk.”

“Huh?” The gears in his head clicked together. “Oh. OH.” Danny waved his hands. “NO! That is absolutely NOT necessary. Actually, you know what? Dad’s already told it to me so you can just not worry about it, just like the safety training!”

“Your father hasn’t taken the puppets out of storage yet, but nice try.” Mom pushed herself up. “And clearly, it is necessary. Magazines are one thing, but if you’ve already gotten to condoms and possibly other people then it’s time for some parental advice.” Mom tutted. “We have to teach you to keep yourself healthy, sweetie.”

“How did you get—?” Danny stood too, holding out his hands. “Look, nothing here! No condoms or anything! And why did you jump straight to condoms?!”

“How do I know you didn’t hide them down your sleeve—”

“I’m wearing a t-shirt!”

Mom threw her arms out. “Well, what am I supposed to think? You never let me in your room anymore and you’re kicking up such a fuss while I look for our prototype, I kept finding weird stains on the carpet earlier, and you keep being sarcastic and temperamental—”

Something plipped on her hand and she looked up, mouth open to keep ranting before abruptly cutting herself off.

“Uh.” Danny waved at her. She didn’t move. It was like she was frozen like a statue. “Mom? You okay?”

“Up.”

“Up?”

Slowly, Mom pointed upwards. Danny followed her finger, staring up at the ceiling.

Oh.

Up.

There were dozens of Fenton brand inventions partially phased into the ceiling. The top half of the Fenton Ghost Fisher, the buckle of the Fenton Specter Deflector, a banged up knob from the Fenton Booo-merang, the glowing radar from the Fenton Finder, and one of the wheels from a Fenton Skateboard.

And, of course, half of the Fenton Ecto-Pen, dripping ink onto the carpet and Mom’s outstretched hand.

There was a long, heavy pause.

“So,” Danny said, slow and drawn out. “You remember that one time you sent me to magic camp?”

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[hugsandchaos]

Sleep When You’re Dead

Summary: Frostbite finds Danny falling asleep outside and decides to bring him to his village. Was what was supposed to happen, but I made two bonus bits to make it more interesting.

I’m gonna vanish now. Byee!

Word Count: 3,280

Frostbite had been taking another one of his simple walks outside of his village when it started. A brief break from duties as a chief, and one of the many activities to keep his mental health as good as his physical health. At this time, the sky was slowly going from the bright green color to a darker shade and covering the Far Frozen in a calm blanket of darkness, and it was nice to see the different shades, no matter how many times he’d seen it.

The ghost zone has a unique day-night cycle that was pretty much the sky brightening and then getting darker over the course of several hours. Sometimes, it would actually shift unexpectedly and suddenly from one to the other instead of permanently sticking to the routine, but it would eventually go back to normal. Thinking about these events, Frostbite couldn’t help but exhale sharply through his nose like a brief laugh as he remembered the first time the Great One experienced this.

The young halfa looked around as if he’d never seen it and exclaimed “Who turned off the sun?!”, sounding very confused and fairly worried. It took some explaining from both sides to understand the confusion, but Frostbite and other ghosts who were nearby got the joke after Danny gave a brief explanation about the sun.

Since then, it’s turned into something of a running joke for the Great One to sometimes say that the sun turned off or on when these sudden shifts happened. It was quite the day. Or night.

Frostbite smiled. His gaze was kept on the sky as he continued, every step sure that he wouldn’t stumble or fall. He knew this place like the back of his hand. Perhaps that’s why he hadn’t noticed the black in the snow and was startled when he touched it with his foot. Frostbite stopped the moment he felt it and pulled away. He looked down and was shocked to see the Great One laying seemingly unconscious in the snow.

Immediately, he knelt down and gently grabbed the young halfa’s hand to check for his pulse. He was relieved to feel a smooth, slow vibration mixed with a steady beating, something that was normal for the Great One. After that, he carefully moved his other hand to pick him up and check him for any injuries. Nothing, surprisingly.

Some visits, the Great One would have stitches that he and his best friends, Sam and Tucker, tried to do themselves almost like a routine after doing it for so long. The most obvious sign was that during these visits while the trio was all together, the two humans would keep an eye on Danny Phantom.

The Great One stirred in his arm, then rolled over and relaxed again. Frostbite breathed a sigh of relief when he realized what was happening. He was asleep. But outside? Why? The chief shook his head. Regardless, he’s already made a decision. Frostbite began to fix himself to better carry Danny Phantom, who was now reminding him of the younger ones in his village, when the amount of movement caused the young halfa to stir again.

Every bit of Frostbite told him to stop, to not wake the child, but it was too late. Danny Phantom let out a tired groan and lifted a hand to rub his eyes, but then stopped and placed it back on his arm. Suddenly, he was wide awake. He woke up rather quickly, forcing himself up almost too fast and almost falling back down. He managed to catch himself and quickly looked around almost frantic.

“I’m Frostbite! I mean, awake! Hi, Frostbite.” Danny said. He calmed down from whatever fear caused his core to spike up and smiled seeing the chief, which made his core briefly swell up in joy and a bit of pride, but there was something more important right now.

“Danny Phantom, what are you doing asleep outside?” Frostbite asked.

Danny gave him a confused look as he started to stand up, but stumbled and almost fell back down. Frostbite reached out to catch him, but Danny caught himself.“Huh??” The Great One muttered, completely puzzled as if he hadn’t understood Frostbite.

“Oh, um... Last I slept? Yesterday, I think?” Danny said. The uncertainty in his voice and pause before he could deliver his answer was more than enough to get Frostbite to make up his mind, and the answer itself only made Danny’s case worse.“No, wait... No, that was...” Danny trailed off. He looked as if he was hardly there anymore.

“Come with me.” Frostbite said. Without a second thought, he finished adjusting his arms and stood back up. He turned around and began heading back to the village. By now, the green light was almost gone and most of the sky was dark, but bright enough to clearly be green. The village had probably lit its lanterns already.

“Where are we going?” Danny asked, yawning right after he spoke and covering his mouth with a hand.

Frostbite was pleased that he wasn’t putting up any sort of fight like some of the children of his village, or when Danny tried to insist that he could fix his wounds on his own.“Somewhere warmer so you can rest.” He replied.

“M’kay.” Danny mumbled. He stretched his arms and legs out, then relaxed. Frostbite hadn’t gone too far from the village. He would bring Danny there in no time.. a pleasant breeze flew past them, and while Frostbite found it pleasant, but Danny pushed himself further against him. He always preferred warmth over the cold.“Hey, Frostbite?” Danny muttered after a while.

“Yes?” Frostbite replied, taking on a similar tone as the one he used with the children of his own village. He kept looking ahead as he walked, the snow crunching beneath his paws.

“Are there stars in the ghost zone? I haven’t seen any.” Danny asked.

“No, there are not.” Frostbite replied. Truth be told, he hadn’t even known about them until the Great One told him about them, describing them as giant spheres of plasma so far away that it took light itself years to travel to Earth, and even the light of the sun took about seven minutes to reach Earth. At night, when they were visible, they were described as some of the greatest things the halfa had ever seen.

“Then I’m gonna show you the stars.” Danny said. The way he said it made it sound like a promise. Knowing the Great One, it was a promise.

“Perhaps after you get some rest.” Frostbite said. He rounded the cliff and instantly saw his village down below.

Danny nodded in agreement, brushing his head up and down against Frostbite’s fur.“Mhmm.” Danny muttered something, but Frostbite didn’t understand it. He looked down to make sure he knew where he was stepping down the steep cliff, but paused. Danny was suddenly fast asleep. Perhaps he was more tired than the chief originally thought.

It was honestly a little frustrating and disgraceful how Frostbite often had to force himself to remember that despite all his strength and accomplishments, Danny Phantom was still a child. He wasn’t a young adult yet when he turned into a half ghost, and he hasn’t had his ghost half for a year yet. With how long ghosts typically live, it was no wonder that he was called “ghost child” several times in the past, and even now.

For this reason, Frostbite was grateful for the moments when the young halfa would do things that reminded him of the young ghosts of his village, like right now. Another example of this was when Frostbite taught him how to use his ice powers, when he successfully hit all of the targets and looked at the chief with pride and excitement, the same way many children would. To be honest, Frostbite was surprised how quickly he’d gotten the hang of it.

Perhaps his favorite memory was when Danny first told him about the stars of his world. He’d been making an ice replica of the “solar system” and Frostbite asked what it was once he was done with it after three hours. Danny seemed very eager to tell him, but the sad part was that he thought any rants about the topic would bore Frostbite. Of course, Frostbite continued to ask. He was genuinely curious, and he didn’t want to snuff out the fire that was burning to talk about it. He’d never seen the Great One get so excited about something.

The first time Frostbite realized all that he must’ve gone through at such a young age, his core felt like a heavy weight and he made sure to remember that Danny still needed guidance and someone to help lift the burdens he insists on carrying more often. On the bright side, at least he’s opening up more, and there are more moments where Danny seems completely relaxed. Frostbite smiled to himself as he walked towards one of the warmer houses. He knew Danny would sleep more comfortably with a hot fire nearby, a nice blanket that would suffocate him like last time, and a pillow.

Bonus Bit!

“Let’s go!” Danny said, holding Frostbite’s hand and practically running towards the portal he made. He had to move faster than just walking to keep up with Frostbite when he wasn’t flying, but that wasn’t the only reason he was moving so quickly. He was also very excited.

The ghost yeti smiled as he was almost pulled along by the excited halfa.”I’m coming.” He said. He’d be lying if he said that the Great One’s behavior wasn’t amusing.

As promised, Danny scheduled a night when he would bring the chief to see the stars of his world. They both had to wait a while due to it being the warmest season when Danny first made the plans, and the temperatures were more than enough to give Frostbite’s people a heatstroke and possibly even begin to melt their core. Frostbite was surprised the Great One could survive and even have fun in such weather, even though he’d been taught the different ways human stay cool.

Now it was the coldest season of the year, which was called “winter”. It made Danny’s comment about the Far Frozen being stuck in a constant winter when he was visiting as a term of endearment make sense. This time of the year was cold enough for Danny to be sure that Frostbite wouldn’t suffer from heatstroke, which was greatly appreciated.

Danny Phantom made the portal by flying above Frostbite’s height, grabbing at seemingly nothing, and tearing one open. He brought it all the way down to the ground and stretched it out for the chief, then turned to him and grabbed his hand to start pulling him through.”You might feel a little dizzy at first.” Danny warned.

Frostbite nodded in acknowledgment and stepped through the portal.

Like he’d been told, Frostbite suddenly felt dizzy. He’d been unsure of where exactly to step at first, but he still followed the hand guiding him and stepped onto more snow. At first, he saw nothing, but then he saw a color that wasn’t very common in the Far Frozen, a reason why it was the color of the chief’s clothes.

Dark blue. The sky was a very dark blue.

A nice coat of fallen snow covered the ground and the trees that seemed to be surrounding them like an army. The snow was oddly illuminated in a way that gave it a beautiful white, almost light blue color. It made the branches of the trees much more visible. It was like the Far Frozen, except that trees like the ones on Earth didn’t grow much, let alone in big groups like this, and the snow looked a little green at night instead of blue.

The trees were as tall as he was, some taller even, and covered in snow like blankets. Some bore no leaves, but others were still green beneath the pale snow. Frostbite raised his icy arm and pointed at one of the greener trees.”Are these the evergreen trees you’ve mentioned?” He asked.

Danny Phantom let go of his other hand and flew up to be more at eye level.”Yep. The leaves kind of looked like needles.” He said. Frostbite carefully brushed some snow off and looked closer at the branches. They did indeed seem sharp, but they didn’t feel sharp. Just very rough.

“So where are these stars?” Frostbite asked. Danny Phantom flew backwards in a way that looked as if he was leaning into some invisible force that wasn’t himself carrying him away from the bigger ghost.

“Up there!” He exclaimed. Frostbite turned around and looked up at the sky.

Frostbite didn’t need to breathe, not like Danny Phantom and his friends did, but now he believed he understood the phrase “leaving one breathless”.

In the sky were hundreds — no, possibly thousands or more — of glowing dots. Not only that, but there was an almost circular object glowing white so beautifully that Frostbite found it hard not look at it. Danny pointed at the object in the sky, which was likely responsible for the snow practically glowing.”That’s Earth’s moon in its gibbous phase. It looks even nicer in its full phase, but it’s still really neat.” He explained.

“…This is amazing.” Was all Frostbite felt he could say, although it didn’t come close to this beautiful feeling. He hadn’t even spoken properly, as it came out more under his breath than not. He didn’t fail to notice the happy and proud emotions that briefly burst outwards in a wave from Danny’s core.

“I know!” Danny said, barely containing himself. He flew down to the ground and sat down on the snow so he could observe the night sky, soon followed by Frostbite, who had yet to shift his gaze from the sky.

The majority of the sky was pitch blank, and so were most of their surroundings, but the glow of the stars and the moon reflecting the sun’s light made it almost look blue. Danny Phantom had told Frostbite how big everything in outer space was, but looking at the celestial bodies now, it was harder to believe that they were truly massive than he expected. The stars appeared tiny, like he could scoop up millions of them in one hand if the sky was liquid. As for the moon, it was like an object that a child could fit in one hand. Yet they were so much bigger than he was, and it was simply the amount of distance that made them appear small.

It left the chief in such a state of awe and wonder. He believed there was a word for it. “Novalunosis”, was it?

Frostbite glanced down at the young halfa, who looked to be in just as much of a trance as he was.“Thank you for showing me this, Danny Phantom.” He said. Without thinking, he lifted a hand to ruffle Danny’s hair. Because of the size difference and the fact that Danny hadn’t expected it, he was moved a little bit by his hand before righting himself. The action also earned a noise of surprise and a laugh from the young halfa.”I can see why you like it so much.” Frostbite added.

Danny turned his head and to look at Frostbite“I’m so glad to hear that.” He said. The both of them resumed their stargazing for quite some time before Danny created another portal so they both could go back to the Far Frozen.

Bonus Bonus Bit (I couldn’t resist it, I’m sorry!)

Jack watched in utter shock and disbelief as the large green portal opened up by Phantom closed. Once all ends met and formed a thin line, it practically evaporated. He felt as if he couldn’t process what he’d witnessed over the course of an hour, but he’d managed to record the whole thing just incase. He was going to show the footage to Maddie later.

When the green portal suddenly appeared, Jack quickly got the camera out. He didn’t have any weapons on him, thinking this walk was going to be completely peaceful, so observing was the next best thing. The portal was huge, around 10 feet high and 7 feet wide.

It took on the shape of a rectangle that flickered and swirled around at the edges. Phantom walked out and looked at the portal as he moved further away from it. A huge smile was plastered across his face as if excited, but that didn’t seem right. Ghosts didn’t have emotions like happiness, right? But what caught Jack’s attention was that he was holding something.

A large clawed finger covered in white fur that was almost as big as the ghost kid’s arm.

As Phantom walked further, the claw followed until it revealed the rest of its hand. Then the arm. Then its owner. A massive ghost covered in white fur that closely resembled a yeti with its horns made of ice and bipedal stance.

Its tail reminded Jack of marsupials, but it didn’t look nearly as long or strong enough to hold the ghost, only there for balance. Its other arm was completely made of ice, save for the bones inside, but didn’t ghosts not have bones? And was the ice meant to act as a sort of prosthetic or similar to one?

Its eyes were a sharp yellow, and when its mouth opened seemingly in awe as it scanned the area, Jack got an unsettling glimpse at the big, sharp teeth inside. It looked to be between 9 and 10 feet tall. When it spoke, all that Jack heard was jumbled up words, static, and backwards noises. Phantom, who seemed to be the only ghost capable of human speech thus far, understood it all and replied only in English.

Was the ghost kid capable of speaking only in human speech? Jack doubted he’d ever heard him say anything in ghost speak. If that was the reason they always understood him, why? Why were his language skills more restricted than other ghosts?

Jack may not have understood a bit of what the ghost yeti had said, but its actions and expressions, along with Phantom’s, have him all the context he thought he needed.

The way the ghost yeti pointed at the tree and brushed off some snow to look at the branches, and Phantom nodded and said that they were evergreen, suggested that curiosity was a natural thing ghosts feel, not just rage and bloodthirsty. Just like humans. Then Phantom excitedly told him to look up, which left the yeti in a state of awe when he did. It was as if he’d never been outside the Ghost Zone, or perhaps just not in this kind of climate.

If the thick, white fur meant anything, the new ghost was from a much colder climate like the arctic and antarctic. Still, had he never seen stars before? Maybe there weren’t stars in the Ghost Zone? But that would mean no sun. How do they experience daytime? Do they even have days?

The two simply sat for a while before the ghost yeti said something and did something that almost made Jack want to gasp, as it reminded him so much of him and Danno and went against all that he thought he knew of ghosts. It was a small action, but one that left a big impact.

The ghost yeti ruffled Phantom’s hair, and Phantom laughed. Just like a dad and child.

Of course, with the little information he had and how most of that information said otherwise, Jack couldn’t help but wonder. Was this ghost yeti somehow, in someway, Phantom’s father?

#danny phantom #danny fenton #danny phantom frostbite #Danny phantom fatherly frostbite? #jack thinks he might’ve just connected some dots but he didn’t

[quietwingsinthesky]

anyway episodes that sam's psychic powers should have come back during. imagine him arguing with this 'i'm a real psychic' guy and then yanking his gun out his hand with his own powers. fully on accident but it happens.

now see there's some drama for him and dean! that would work! sam tried to hide his hallucinations but couldnt. but theoretically he could hide this. and he should! because his brother literally just went and killed a woman for being a little too on the monster side for his liking. for being so evil that she couldn't possibly change. and so if sam's powers came back now? sam's powers? that he has because he has demon blood? he would be so fucking sick with stress trying to hide that from dean.

because. you know. if dean's already jumping for a reason to 'deal with' sam because he's hallucinating, a thing he can't even control. then what else is sam supposed to assume will happen once dean knows about this?

#to clarify: i don't actually think dean would hurt sam. i think that the amy conflict is poorly written esp surrounding dean's responses #HOWEVER. taking it all at face value. sam would think that dean would kill him. #i mean. the voicemail still rattling in his head years later? the memory of being soulless and dean attacking him when he asked for help? #of course sam would think that. of course he would. #and all he did was use his powers to defend himself. to save someone's life. but they're evil. so he's evil. no matter the good he does. #the world has to be black and white for him to get along with his brother after all. #also bonus for me but i think the activation of his powers should come from him looking at the gun pointed at him #and then looking slightly behind that guy. at hallucifer. who is going 'sam. you know how to take care of this. come on. #this is child's play. squeeze the soul out of him. at least knock the gun away.' goading him. you know? #but its a familiar voice. and sam's looking death down the barrel. and lucifer is ordering him to use his powers. #so he does. so he does. and that makes it worse that lucifer tells him to. and that afterwards. lucifer probably praises him for it. #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #psychic!sam

[petite-phthora]

Do you think it was a date?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 5]

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Part 1

Ao3

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In-chat nicknames:

Daniel = Danny

Sharpshooter = Jazz

TooFine= Tucker

Chaos = Sam

TheCoolerDaniel = Danielle/Dani/Ellie

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Private chat nicknames:

Bill = Danny

Pants = Jazz

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As soon as Danny enters his apartment, face bright red, he takes his head into his hands and lets out a silent scream.

He could have said anything, and he panicked and went with Toodealoo Kangaroo???

At this rate, he’ll never get a partner.

As Danny stands there in misery, his phone starts buzzing with messages. Curious, he checks his phone to see what going on.

Uh oh.

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Team Phantom 👻😎

Chaos: Guys check this out

Chaos: *link*

Chaos: The Joker escaped from Arkham again, but no one’s heard anything of him since, nor have they been able to find him

TooFine: @Daniel 👀

TooFine: ok the @ had been a joke but the fact that he has read it and not replied is concerning

Sharpshooter: @Daniel, what did you do?

Sharpshooter: @Daniel

Sharpshooter: I can see that you’re reading this, don’t ignore me.

TooFine: ohhhh someones in troubleee 👀

Sharpshooter: Tucker.

TooFine: 🤐

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Danny takes a deep breath.

Well, it’s now or never. Let’s hope Jazz is feeling merciful.

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Private chat

Bill: ok so you know how you said you would still love me if I was a worm?

Pants: I have no clue how this ties into the previous conversation, but yes. Why?

Bill: hypothetically

Bill: would you also still love me if I

Bill: hypothetically

Bill: accidentally

Bill: vibe checked someone that tried to uh

Bill: hypothetically

Bill: kidnap and or kill me??

Bill: 🥺🥺🙏

Pants: Danny, did you accidentally kill the Joker?

Bill: yes or no Jazz??!? 😩🥺

Pants: Yes, Danny. I would still love you if you, hypothetically, accidentally killed the Joker.

Bill: this is why you’re my favorite sister 🥹🥰😘

Bill: don’t tell Ellie 😳🫣

Pants: Danny, what happened?

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Danny lets out a sigh of relief before proceeding to tell Jazz what happened.

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Pants: Oh Danny.

Bill: are you mad at me?

Pants: I’m not mad at you, I just want you to stay safe.

Pants: While I don’t condone murder, I understand that it was self-defense and an accident. I‘m just glad that you’re alright.

Bill: 🥰💞😘

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With a small smile on his face, Danny goes back to the groupchat.

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Team Phantom 👻😎

Daniel: you know

Daniel: if I had a nickel for every time I’ve had to fight off an insane clown that attacked me 🤡

Daniel: I’d have two nickels

Daniel: which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice, right? 🤔

Chaos: Damnit Danny, we leave you alone in a new city for a week and you already manage to get into a fight with one of Gotham City’s most infamous rogues

TooFine: actually its been 6 days 10 hours and 17 minutes

TooFine: so not even a full week yet

Chaos: Did you at least get a good few punches in?

Chaos: Danny?

TooFine: @Daniel ???

TooFine: if i had a nickel for every time danny said something concerning and then didnt provide context id be richer than vlad

Daniel: anyway, for completely unrelated reasons, @TooFine I need you to wipe some cams for me 😃

TooFine: danny im not wiping the cams again so no one will have proof of you tripping backward and falling ass-first into a trashcan

Chaos: Speaking of, Tucker do you still have that footage and can you send it to me?

TooFine: already done

Daniel: noo it’s nothing like that this time 😫

Daniel: pleaseeee 🥺🙏🙏

Daniel: I’ll get you an autograph from Tim Drake-Wayne?

TooFine: deal.

Daniel: 🥳🎉

Daniel: ok so the footage from somewhere around 3 am last night

Daniel: around some place named park row??

Daniel: I think it’s called?? 🤔

Daniel: though I’m pretty sure I’ve also heard some people refer to it as crime alley

Daniel: not sure why tho 🤷

TooTine: aye aye captain o7

Chaos: Danny, in an alley getting attacked by the fucking Joker: I wonder why this place is called crime alley

Daniel: stop bullying me 😠

Chaos: No

TooFine: hey danny r u sure thats right? i checked the cams n stuff but theres no available footage from the area n time u described

TooFine: its like someones already wiped it all

Daniel: oh!

Daniel: that’s so sweet of him  😊

Chaos: Wait who is this ‘him’?

TooFine: the joker????

Daniel: oh no not the Joker

Daniel: just some cute guy I met last night  

Daniel: he witnessed me killing the Joker 🫣

Daniel: and didn’t call the cops on me afterward 🥰💞

TooFine: def green flag

Chaos: Oh hell yeah, he’s a keeper

Chaos: Wait you killed the Joker?! I thought you just fought him off!

Daniel: it was an accident!! 😭😭

Daniel: he crept up on me and tried to grab me 😓

Daniel: so I got startled and because all I saw was a clown

Daniel: I just kinda punched his face in with my ghost strength… 😰

TooFine: f

Chaos: f

Sharpshooter: Have you gotten rid of the body yet? Did you leave behind DNA at the crime scene? Will I need to start saving up bail money or getting ready to enact the Fenton Break Out plan?

Chaos: Jazz asking the important questions here

Daniel: well, considering the footage was wiped

Daniel: and also the fact that no one’s found him yet

Daniel: I think it’s safe to assume it’s all taken care of

Daniel: that’s honestly really sweet of him though 🥰😊

TooFine: oohhhhh ur mystery boo??

Daniel: yeah, this random guy saw me vibe-checking the Joker

Daniel: and let me go home without any trouble

Daniel: pretty sure he’s the one who wiped the cams 🤔

Daniel: and then today he showed up at my apartment with flowers 🥺

Daniel: they were sweat peas!!!! 🥰🤩

Chaos: Was that to thank you for the murder orrrr?

Sharpshooter: Oh those are your favorite, was that on purpose?

Daniel: well I didn’t tell him

Daniel: so I’m not sure if he knew or if it was a coincidence 🤷

Daniel: but yeah then he took me out to this restaurant called Pete’s for dinner

Daniel: they had some amazing cannoli

Daniel: you should try it sometime if you get the chance

Daniel: and then after dinner he took me to the observatory!!!!!!! 🤩🥰

Sharpshooter: Gotham observatory?

Sharpshooter: Isn’t that the one with the special telescope, I think you mentioned it before

Daniel: yeah, the crystal-powered telescope!! 😍💞✨🤩❤️

Daniel: and at the end, he brought me home

Daniel: and he asked for my number!!!

TooFine: nice dude!

Chaos: The guy really went all-out and planned your dream date hu? So, what’s this mystery hunk’s name?

Daniel: oh I’m not sure, I didn’t ask 🙃🤭

Sharpshooter: Danny…

Daniel: yes?

Sharpshooter: Did you go on a date with a complete stranger who witnessed you commit a murder?

Chaos: How do you not even know his name?

Daniel: two words Jazz: Johnny 13

Daniel: and he’s not a stranger!! 😠

Sharpshooter: But you don’t know his name?

Chaos: We just can’t leave him alone, can we? Less than a week on his own and he already murdered one of Gotham’s most infamous rogues and then completely forgets the concept of Stranger Danger

Daniel: I mean he probably just found it when he tried to do some research on me or something

Daniel: probably got it from the school’s system now that I think of it 🤔

TooFine: dude who the hell is this guy??

Chaos: Who the fuck did you go on a date with?

Daniel: do you really think it was a date? 🥺😳

Daniel: I wasn’t sure

Daniel: cause he mainly took me out for dinner to thank me for the night before

Daniel: but then again

Daniel: he did get me flowers and ask for my number after he brought me back to my apartment 🤔

Daniel: like I wasn’t sure if I was reading the signals right…..

Daniel: but do you think that was a date? 🫣

Sharpshooter: Danny, for the love of the Ancients.

Sharpshooter: Who was it?

Daniel: oh, it was Red Hood 🥰

TooFine: damn dannys got that vigilante rizz

Sharpshooter: Red Hood? The crime lord?!

TooFine: former, actually

Daniel: what he said ^^

Chaos: Danny, you really have a type huh? Vigilantes with a Red theme. Who’s next? Red Robin?

Daniel: stop bullying me

TooFine: never

Chaos: Never

Daniel: on a different note, who changed my name in the chat again?

Sharpshooter: Ellie did.

Chaos: Ellie

TooFine: @TheCoolerDaniel

TheCoolerDaniel: 😎

TheCoolerDaniel: wait i just read back, danny’s dating a crime lord?? :0 👀

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Taglist (for now, I’ll probably stop if I cant keep up):

@i-always-say-yea  @uraniumwizard

#i had more planned for this chapter #but this already started to become too long #so the batfam reactions will hae to be in the next chap #sorry #anyway #dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #Danny in an alley getting attacked by the fucking Joker: I wonder why this place called crime alley #team phantom has questions #but then again weirder shit has happened #danny killing the joker and going on a date with red hood is barely in the top 10 of weird/fucked up shit he's done #he seems fine and happy so theyre not too worried #might be planning a shovel talk in a private chat tho #sam: alright ill get the creep stick #sam: jazz-- #jazz: already getting the ecto-skeleton ready as we speak #oh for those who are curious #jazz and danny's private chat nicknames are references to invis-o-bill and jazzie-pants the nicknames #question: would anyone mind me adding some plot? it'll still be mainly crack of course #but i got a thought of how i could add in a lil plot #tho i won't do it if people prefer it like this #so let me know what y'all think

[jamiethebeeart]

47th (?) coloring submission for @green-with-envy-phandom-event with lineart by @foxyteah

.... was i thinking up a whole plot for this au while coloring? yeah. yeah i was.

#greenwithenvy2024 #danny phantom #paulina sanchez #i meant to follow actual manhwa coloring and then i quickly diverged as my time ran out #absolutely believe paulina would cast a spell or something to pull her and phantom into her story #danny thinks the way to break out of the story would be to remove the crown - thinking that's binding him to the world #but no! plot twist! the flowers that glow at night are actually a disguised variety of blood blossoms that dampen his powers #and as time in the story goes on the blood blossoms have a greater affect on danny - times running out for him to figure out the disguised #flowers are the reason he can't use his powers and destroy them to break out otherwise he'll be stuck forever #paulina would absolutely made a deal with a ghost to find and plant a variety of blood blossoms that wouldn't hurt danny #but would cancel out enough of his powers to keep him tethered to the story #paulina is having the time of her life! danny not so much. but it would be a fun opportunity to humanize paulina for danny #and of course Sam takes place of villainess to “heroine” here because paulina is that petty

[rapidhighway]

Sam drinking angel blood is either:

a) it boils his insides like a demon drinking holy water

b) works like antibodies against the demon blood. Basically gives him a fever and angel and demon blood just cancel each other out for express getting clean

c) addiction 2 electric bugaloo, it stops his powers and the demon blood has no power as long as he's high on angel blood. Brings him the feeling of cleansiness, kind of divine ecstasy maybe. Of course if Cas offers he takes it, takes it all the time. He feels good inside his own body for the first time in years. An angel is helping him. It's dirty, ugly but it always is with Sam, isn't it? So he takes it, and drinks it and it feels good. And as soon as it wears down, after weeks of drinking it, his demon powers go haywire, they are too much and he can't control them. The switches in his head just turn on by themselves and he's throwing everyone around the room, and electrifying people, and almost killing them with his touch and he doesn't know his own strength, all at once.

d) gay freaky sastiel shit <333333

#of course dean would never let them do this shit because he's fucked in the head but in the other direction you know #at least sam is trying innovative ways to be insane and dean is just old school traumatized and traumatizing you know #supernatural #sam winchester #idk man lmfao #is this #sastiel #? #xdd #idk man I've been thinking how i can make Sam drinking angel blood more fun

[merakiui]

Helloo i just came to your blog and found the whole apocalypes au interesting 👀

I dont understand much of the au concept tjo so mind enlightening me? ^^ i wanna see more of it akskaosn

The basic concept is that the world is in disarray and has fallen into an apocalypse due to the effects of blot on mages/magical creatures producing more Overblots than ever before, which has forced those living in this new world to adapt and evolve in order to survive. This means building strong, sturdy compounds and using any means necessary to stay afloat (moral compasses are very skewed and corrupt in this au). Additionally, since women are now seen as a precious resource, they are kept within the compounds for the sake of reproduction. There are seven major compounds: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia, all with their own sets of regulations, traditions, and ways of living. Noble Bell is technically a compound of its own, with Rollo as the leader, and RSA also counts as a compound. But we haven't touched much on both yet!

I will link all of the discussions that have taken place with this au so that you can read more! :D

✧ dorm compounds

✧ bride selection (idia & azul)

✧ information about the husband selection

✧ bride selection (jade)

✧ husband selection (floyd)

✧ husband selection (malleus)

✧ mute bride (azul)

✧ darling who avoids bride selections

✧ husband floyd

✧ gentle non-con with riddle

✧ riddle (un)willingly sharing darling with azul

#twisted chit chat #twst apocalypse au #someone ask me about rsa's bride selection tradition >:) #omg and noble bell's bride selection tradition too!!! #hehe many many thoughts #of course i also need to write more with the staff #sam runs a not-so-underground auction that auctions off the best of the best women for breeding purposes #crowley is sam's business partner and together they run the business (with crowley gathering the eligible women from crewel) #and sam uses his businessman expertise and quick tongue to auction them off #crewel is in charge of conditioning/training the women into obedient housewives (much like how one would train a puppy) #vargas helps with creating healthy regimens for them so that they can stay in shape and produce healthy results #trein is likely the most level-headed of them and he ensures all of them are well-educated :D #(thinking about being crewel's little wifey he conditioned to be good and love him and and and !!!!!!! orz) #i should stop rambling in the tags and make an official more in-depth post regarding this au ^^;;;