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Summary: Back at the haunted house in the off-season, Danny and the boys are working on repairs to the set. You're still a scaredy-cat, and Danny's still your biggest fan. || Sequel to Kitkat

Pairings: Danny x Reader | Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort | Word Count: 6k | Warnings: anxiety, general Halloween spookiness

A/N: Danny and Kitkat are back!! When I first introduced them, I was so humbled and delighted by how much you guys loved them. I hope this sequel does justice to how much love you've lavished on them, and I hope you love it too! ♡

Can you make it through the woods of horror? Enter if you dare!

You smiled to yourself as you passed the signs along the winding country road, watching each slogan become more and more threatening the closer you came to the most highly rated haunted house in your state. They didn’t seem very ominous in the golden light of late afternoon; despite their menacing promises of terror and danger, you found yourself looking forward to reaching the place they advertised.

Of course, that hadn't been true the first time you came down this road nearly two months ago; that night, you’d already worked yourself into an anxious spin just reading the signs before you’d even stepped foot on the property. Still, it had worked out alright in the end; so well, in fact, that you had willingly made many trips back despite being the biggest scaredy-cat in the world.

Finding a parking spot in the near vacant, grassy lot was easy enough, and you carefully juggled the drink carrier out of the passenger seat and started the walk into the woods. The trees were a wash of vibrant color, fiery reds and oranges and yellows; the sunshine came dappled through the leaves, rays of honey-golden warmth on the path. You took a deep breath of the crisp air as you held the armful of coffees close, thankful for their cosy warmth against your chest as you walked.

After a few minutes of leisurely walking, using the shortcuts that Danny and the guys had shown you, you reached the gate that led to the set and couldn’t manage to open it just by pushing your hip against it. You knew the boys couldn’t be far; you heard strains of their conversation mixed in with the sounds of repair work being done. You got a better grip on the drink carrier, careful of the precarious ones on top, and called to them.

“Honey, I’m home!” you said, making your voice carry. “I have your presents!”

You heard jogging footsteps come up the path, and a second later, Sam rounded the corner. He opened the gate for you and gave you a sweet smile.

“Hey, kitkat,” he said. “Glad you could make it.”

You smiled. “Thanks,” you said. You nodded to the topmost coffee. “Yours is the one on top. Oatmilk, right?” You had the sudden thought that you might have gotten it wrong and felt terrible. “Unless it’s almond milk you usually get and I totally messed it up.”

“No, you didn’t,” he said quickly, taking it from you. “Oatmilk’s perfect, thank you. It’s really nice of you to bring us coffee, kitkat.”

“I figured you could use a little treat after working so hard all day,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, sure. Jake and Josh have spent more time writing music than repairing the set, but yeah, we’re working hard all right.”

You laughed as you started to walk with him towards the set the guys were working on. “You don’t think they can multitask?”

Sam grinned. “Have you met them?” He shook his head. “I mean, they’re writing some good stuff, so I guess I can't complain. But we’re also trying to get these sets repaired before Christmas.”

“What does Danny think?”

“Oh, you know Dan. He’s totally in the zone. He’ll have the whole place looking like Buckingham Palace by the end of the day.”

You smiled. “If Buckingham Palace was haunted.”

He laughed. “You’re getting the idea.”

The set was only a short walk from the gate, and when you reached it, you took a moment to look over the swampy pirate shack that looked much less threatening in the daylight than it had every other time you’d seen it. The boys had asked for overtime after the season was officially finished, getting a list of sets and props from the owners that needed repairs or new paint or just a little bit of cleaning. They'd been working their way through the woods for a few days, and when they were finished with the outdoor sets, they’d tackle the crown jewel of the haunted house up on the hill.

You noticed with amusement that Sam had been right about his brothers; they were working, putting a new coat of paint on the “beware of alligators” sign and the accompanying reptilian skull, but they were rather passionately working on the lyrics for a new song while they did. It was probably a good thing that the paint job could be passed off as “artistically sloppy” to fit with the ramshackle aesthetic.

“Here, glimmer twins,” you said, handing them each a cup of coffee. They gave you a pair of matching smiles.

“Aw, thanks, kitkat,” Jake said. He touched up a drip of red paint to make it a little more grisly. “How’s it looking?”

“Scary,” you said cheerfully. “How’s the songwriting?”

Jake laughed. “Good, actually. Too bad Josh isn’t as good at painting as he is at coming up with lyrics.”

Josh pointed an accusing paintbrush at his twin. “I’m terrific at painting, Jacob.”

Jake gave him a dry smile. “Start doing some, and then we can talk.”

“I’ve been painting all morning!” Josh said, gesticulating with the paintbrush again and sending drops of paint flying.

“Hey!” Sam protested. “You’re getting paint everywhere.”

“You could use a little paint on you, Sammy,” Josh teased. “The only reason you’re all pristine is because you’ve been too busy not painting to actually get anything on you.”

“Now, Josh, them’s fightin’ words,” Sam said in an exaggerated Texas twang. He took another paintbrush from the bucket and twirled it like a cowboy would spin his pistol. “This shack ain’t big enough fer the two of us.”

Smiling to yourself, you left the brothers to their playing and painting and bickering, walking around to the other side of the pirate shack to find your boyfriend. You followed the sound of a hammer and found Danny working on the porch, straddling the railing as he reached to put nails in a beam along the underside of the tin roof.

“Hey, Dan,” you called up to him. He didn’t answer, and you noticed he had earbuds in. You came closer and put your hand on his thigh.

He stopped hammering and looked down at you, his face breaking into a handsome smile when he saw you.

“Hi, honey,” he said, surprised and happy. He paused his music and put his earbuds in his pocket. “I didn’t know you were here yet.”

You felt yourself blush a little under the affection in his gaze, the warmth of his smile as he looked at you. Nearly a month after you’d made it official, you still got butterflies from how clearly he loved you and enjoyed your company.

“Here I am,” you said, almost shy. “What were you listening to?”

“Palomino,” he said. “First Aid Kit.” He kept one hand on the railing as he leaned close to kiss your nose. “I’m glad you’re here, kitkat.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, endeared to how sweet he always was to you. You presented him with your gift. “I brought you some coffee.”

“Aw, thanks honey,” he said. “Can you hold onto it for me until I’m done? I just have a couple more things to hang, and then I can take a break.”

“Can I stay with you while you do?” you asked, not wanting to be a bother while he worked. “I promise I won’t get in your way.”

He chuckled. “Of course you can stay.” He left his work for a moment to brush off the porch’s top step for you. “I’ll only be a few more minutes.”

You sat on the step and sipped your coffee, thankful for the warmth of your sweater as a chilly breeze fanned through the woods. Danny wore a long sleeved black shirt and jeans; you allowed yourself a long, pleasant moment of admiring how he looked in them, big and strong and limber, particularly enjoying the way the hem of his shirt rode up as he reached to hang decorations on the nails. His backwards baseball cap was the finishing touch on his mop of curls, and you liked to watch him focus on his work and look very handsome doing it.

“How’s it been going so far?” you asked.

He didn’t answer right away, and you thought maybe you should save conversation for when he was done.

“Is it distracting if I talk?”

“No,” he said, making sure the bear trap prop he was hanging was secure before looking over at you. “Sorry, I'm listening. We’ve made good progress today. I think we’ll be able to start on the house when we’re finished here.”

“Really?” you said, a little surprised. “I thought you still had the spider tunnel thing to work on.”

“That’s actually being completely torn down,” he said. He drove a nail in with a few hard whacks of the hammer and looked around for the decoration he was supposed to hang. “Can you hand me that shrunken head?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” You grimaced a little as you picked it out of the prop box. “If they’re tearing it down, what are they putting there instead?”

He took the head from you. “Thanks.” He tied a piece of fishing line to it, pulling it tight with his teeth. “I don't think they know what they’re changing it to yet, so there’s no work to do on it right now. They’re keeping the spider web tunnel, just making it shorter, and putting it between the house and the woods. So I guess we’ll have to do it when we do the house.”

You leaned against his thigh. “What do you think they should put in the spot it used to be? Or are you going to miss it being there?”

He smiled, and there was a little wryness to it that intrigued you.

“No, I don’t think I’ll miss it,” he said.

“You don’t like it?”

He shrugged. “It’s not my favorite scene. I think they should do an alien abduction thing in that spot.”

“Ooh, like a crop circle or something?” you asked. Though you didn’t like haunted houses, this one was a big part of your life since your boyfriend and three best friends spent a lot of their time there, and you'd kind of gotten into the idea side of things. “It could be like a corn maze with aliens in it.”

“Yeah, and when they snatch you, they take you to their ship to do experiments on you.” Danny wiggled his fingers at you. “Spooky.”

You laughed and took his hands in yours. “That’d probably get you lots and lots of kitkats, what do you think?” If any guest used the safeword, “kitkat”, the actors would stop scaring them and escort them out safely. That was how you’d met Danny, and the nickname had stuck.

He chuckled and gave you a kiss. “You’re the only kitkat I want. You know that.”

You gave a pleased hum and kissed him back. “Yeah, I do.”

After one more kiss, you let him get back to work, and when he was finished hanging the decorations he came to sit on the porch steps with you. You drank your coffee and talked for a while as the sun sank lower behind the trees; the air grew colder, and you snuggled close to Danny when he put an arm around you and tucked you close to his side.

“We should get dinner later,” he said. “I feel like I haven't seen you a lot this week.”

“Me too,” you said, playing absently with the macrame bracelet on his wrist. “What about pizza and a movie?”

“Sure.” He nuzzled against your cheek. “In my bedroom, not in the living room. I'm not in a sharing mood tonight.”

You smiled. “And what might you be asked to share, exactly?” Danny and the Kiszkas split rent on a big, beautiful old house, and you’d spent a lot of time over there since you all became friends.

“The pizza,” he said, matter-of-fact. “They’re not getting any.”

You laughed and turned your head to let him kiss you properly, and it took about two seconds of that for you to decide you weren’t in a sharing mood either. Jake, Josh, and Sam could fend for themselves as far as dinner was concerned.

Danny reluctantly pulled away after a few more deep kisses, and you protested by closing the distance again.

“Don’t go back to work,” you said, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He gave you a wry smile. “Got to, honey. I want to at least get started on the house before it gets too dark.”

“How much longer?”

He gave you a goofy smooch. “Not long. You’re so sweet to be so patient, kitkat.”

“Fine,” you agreed, mollified by his affectionate tone and touch. “But all these kisses you could be giving me instead of working — I want double when we get back home.”

He smiled, showing crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. “Yes ma'am.”

You put your hands against his cheeks. “Wait one more second, okay?”

He did as you said. You cradled his beloved face, studying the gold the sunshine brought out in his hazel irises.

“You want to know something?” you asked softly.

“Yeah,” he whispered back. “Tell me.”

You smiled. “You give me the honeyglow something awful, Danny.”

He gave a sweet laugh, and you loved the sound of it.

“What does that mean?” he asked. “I make you feel all melty and sweet and golden?”

“Something like that,” you agreed.

He kissed you tenderly. “Well, kitkat, you give me to the honeyglow too. I love you.”

Your sigh was dreamy and happy. “I love you too.”

Content with the promise of many more kisses later, you let him get back to work and helped the guys carry their tools up to the house. They wanted to get in as much work as they could before the sun set, and you didn’t mind, not really; you enjoyed keeping them company, despite the eerie atmosphere of the inside of the haunted house as it got darker outside.

“It’s missing something,” Danny said, standing back to survey the grisly surgery scene he’d just cleaned top to bottom. “What do you think, kitkat?”

Your expression scrunched in distaste, remembering the times you'd been jumpscared from a creepy doctor from behind the table. “It looks plenty scary to me.”

He gave you a fond smile. “Look at it from an artist's perspective,” he said. He pointed to a bare spot on the rack of rusty surgical instruments. “That space needs to be filled in.”

You tried to look at it as he'd said, ignoring the impulse to look away, and you had to admit he was right. “What are you going to put there?”

He shook his head. “I dunno. You want to come to the storage shed with me?”

“It’s my one and only dream,” you said dryly.

He grinned. “Attagirl. Let’s go find a bloody saw or something.”

You told the boys you were leaving for a minute, but you weren't sure they heard you as they tried to get a huge skeleton to stand up without toppling over every two seconds. Danny led you out of the house and towards the big storage shed full of props, pushing his shoulder against the door to get it to open.

He coughed a little as sawdust rained down from the ceiling. “Add this door to the list of ones that need fixing,” he said. “Good night!”

You followed him inside, feeling a little better when he pulled the chain on the overhead lightbulb. The props stacked high on shelves and hung on the walls were cast in a shadowed light, and you skirted them expertly as you helped Danny look for what he wanted.

“What about this?” he said, holding up a fake blood bag.

“Too small,” you said. “It's a pretty big spot to fill in.”

He tossed the bag back with the rest. “You’re right.”

You ventured towards the far end of the shed, looking with a critical eye through the props, and found that there was another doorway in the back wall.

“What’s in here?” you asked.

“More stuff,” he said, sifting through a box of sawed-off arms and ice picks. “This shed is actually two units stuck end to end.”

You looked through the doorway and saw something catching the light, shining faintly in the gloom — a gigantic pair of pliers painted to look recently used on some unfortunate soul.

“Hey, I think I might have found something,” you said. “In the other shed.”

He looked up from his searching. “You want me to go get it?”

“Nope,” you said stoutly. “I’m brave enough.”

He smiled. “Okay, honey. Don’t make yourself uncomfortable. If you get two steps in and ask for me, I won't even make fun of you.”

You snorted a laugh. “My hero.” You knew Danny would be nothing but kind, but surely you could handle a little walk into a dark shed full of creepy props. Right?

Getting inside the other shed turned out to be the least of your problems, since the pliers you wanted were sitting in a box on the top shelf of a very tall storage rack. You thought about asking Danny for help, since he would be able to reach them with ease, but you also wanted to get them yourself and have the bragging rights of retrieving the perfect prop. You stepped up on the bottom shelf and reached up, your fingers just grazing the handle.

“Come on,” you muttered. You stood on tiptoes and stretched out your hand — there! You grabbed the handle and pulled.

Your sense of triumph lasted half a second, because as you pulled the pliers down, the whole box came with it. You stumbled backwards to avoid the falling box, forgetting you were on the shelf and not on the floor, and careened backwards into something solid.

You whirled to see that you’d knocked into a giant Dracula, which was propped against the door you hadn’t noticed coming in. Like the world’s worst domino effect, the Dracula dummy listed to the side and swung against the door as it fell to the ground, bending the doorknob until it hung off-kilter. The door slammed closed with the momentum; the light from the other room was cut off, leaving you in complete darkness.

The effect was immediate. The prop room that had seemed harmlessly unsettling now became truly frightening, and you raced to the door to try and open it.

“Danny!” you called, starting to feel frantic. You tripped over something — Dracula, you guessed, or maybe the box — and searched feverishly for the doorknob.

It turned under your grip, and even though you knew it was Danny, the feeling of something moving without the ability to see it was nauseating.

“Kitkat?” came his voice, muffled through the door. “I’m right here, honey. Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Your eyes welled with tears. “No, but I — I’m scared, Danny. Please get me out.”

“I’m trying, baby. Hold on.”

You heard him turn the doorknob this way and that, but the door still didn't open. Rationally, you knew that the doorknob was probably so bent that it was unusable, but the rational part of your brain wasn’t exactly in charge at the moment. You put your hand on the door and pleaded with him as if he wasn’t doing everything he could to get you out.

“Please hurry, Danny,” you all but sobbed. “Please get me out.”

“I’m trying, but I can’t — ” He swore. “I gotta get this doorknob off, honey. I’m going to get a screwdriver.”

“No! Don’t go.”

“I have to, sweetheart.” You heard his palm thump against the door. “Hey. You’re okay, kitkat. Take a few deep breaths for me, okay?”

You tried to do as he said, but they were choppy and uneven. “Danny,” you said pitifully.

“I know,” he said, and you knew his voice well enough to know he was upset. “Listen to me. I’m going to get you out just as quick as I can. Do you trust me?”

You nodded miserably, then remembered he couldn't see you. “Y-yes, Danny, I trust you.”

“There’s my brave girl. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay,” you managed. “Please hurry.”

He didn't answer, and you hoped it was because he’d gone to get the screwdriver and not because he was questioning if he could leave you without sacrificing your sanity. It seemed a near thing at the moment — you wanted to stay put, but something brushed your face in the darkness, and you gave a shrill yelp and fell back against some other prop behind you.

The prop must have been set up with a motion sensor, and a gruesome clown face lit up and cackled at you. Your breath caught on a sob as you pulled back from it, stumbling over the box and the props on the floor. When you finally got your balance, you stood stock still and pressed your hands to your ears to try and block out the shrieking laugh of the clown face that seemed like it would never turn off.

“Kitkat!”

You heaved a sigh of intense relief when you heard his voice. “Danny!”

“Two seconds,” he said, already working on getting the doorknob off. It hit the floor with a metallic clang, but when he tried to open the door, the stupid Dracula mannequin blocked his way.

“There’s something in front of the door,” you said weakly. “Dracula.”

“What is it?” he asked. “Nevermind. Step back from the door, honey.”

You did, careful of the things on the floor you couldn’t see, and listened as Danny put his weight into muscling open the door. Finally, it opened with a wrenching sound that made you jump; you blinked in the light, dazed, still rooted to the spot as tears tracked down your face.

“Kitkat,” Danny said, stepping over Dracula and turning the clown head off, bringing its cackling to an abrupt end. He hovered near you, his hands extended cautiously as if he was afraid to touch you and make it worse. “Are you okay, honey? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m not hurt,” you said in a small voice. Your expression crumpled. “Th-thank you for coming to get me, Danny.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He gathered you in his arms then, holding you close as you grabbed a fistful of his shirt like a lifeline and gave into another round of crying. He ran his hands over your back, slow and gentle.

“I’m sorry you got stuck, baby,” he said, keeping his voice low and soothing. “That scared you pretty bad, huh?”

You nodded and pressed closer to him. He hugged you tight.

“Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t completely dark,” you said, your voice muffled against him. You shuddered at the memory of being locked in total darkness.

“Why didn't you turn on your flashlight?” he asked.

You looked up at him. “What?”

His smile was sympathetic and a little bemused. “The flashlight on your phone. You didn’t turn it on?”

“N-no,” you said, realizing you’d never even thought of it. You’d been so panicky that you hadn’t even used the light you carried with you all the time, and it made you feel stupid on top of everything else.

You hid behind your hands. “Great. I'm an idiot and a total wimp.”

Danny chuckled, and the sound was warm and colored with sympathy.

“My poor baby,” he said. “You just got scared, kitkat. It’s okay.”

“You wouldn't have gotten scared,” you said.

“Aw, well, I don't know. Getting locked in anywhere is kinda scary.” He gently tugged your hands away from your face and kissed the tears from your cheeks. “I’m sorry you got scared, honey.”

You put your arms around his neck. “Thanks for getting me. I’m sorry I’m such a scaredy-cat.”

“You don’t have to apologize, kitkat,” he said, gentle and amused. “I knew you were a scaredy-cat when I met you, and I still liked you just fine. I just wish I could have hulk-smashed the door open for you and rescued you like that.”

You gave a watery laugh, and he smiled and gave you a bear hug.

“There’s that smile I love so much,” he said. “Can I take you out of this creepy shed now?”

“Into the creepy house?” you asked. The sun had almost set, casting long shadows into the shed, and it wouldn’t be long before the house and the woods were completely dark too.

“No,” he said. “I figure you’ve been traumatized enough for one day. I’ll take you home.”

“To your home, right?”

He smiled. “Yeah, to my home. If that’s what you want.”

After another big squeeze, you unwound yourself from him so you could put the props to rights. He found the light, and in the amber glow of the bare bulb, you put the scattered props back in the box as he hefted Dracula into an upright position.

“No wonder this guy is in the very back,” he said, panting a little. “He weighs a freakin’ ton.”

You found the pair of pliers you'd been after and held them behind your back.

“You want to see what all this fuss was about anyway?” you asked.

He raised a brow. “Sure.”

You showed him the pliers, and his mouth tipped up in a crooked smile.

“Those are perfect, kitkat. Too bad you had to go through all that just to get them, though.”

You have a theatrical sigh. “The sacrifices I make for art.”

He laughed and took your hand as he closed up the shed, leading you back out to the dusky woods alive with birdsong and the drifting sound of your friends’ laughter. You followed their voices up to the house, thankful Danny was still holding your hand.

“Hey Dan?” you asked.

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

He held the gate open for you. “Sure. Shoot.”

“If you’re not afraid of the dark or clowns or axe murderers or any of this stuff... what are you afraid of?”

He gave you a wry smile. “Not telling.”

You laughed. “But there is something, right? Not something fancy like the inevitability of failure or existential dread, but something normal, right?”

“There is something,” he admitted. “Something you’d probably never think of, because it's kind of stupid.”

“Oh, Danny, no,” you said kindly. “I wouldn't think it’s stupid. I'm scared of everything, so I’m probably scared of whatever it is too.”

He smiled. “Maybe. Tell you what — if you guess it correctly, I’ll tell you.”

“You promise?”

He gave a soft laugh. “Yes, kitkat, I promise.”

You found Sam and the twins working just outside the house, putting up the structure of the spider-web tunnel. They waved you over, telling Danny to get a move on to help them.

“We’re actually gonna head home,” Danny said. He held up the pliers. “I just have to put these in the surgery scene, and then we’re out of here.”

You reluctantly withdrew your hand from his. “I don't think I'll go with you to put those up.”

He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Okay, honey. I’ll be right back.”

You ventured over to where Jake, Josh, and Sam were working, watching as they fit PVC pipes together to make a few feet of tunnel. The trash bags nearby held swaths of cotton webs that went with the dozens of boxes of fake spiders.

You pulled one of the spiders out, studying the painted red eyes and big fangs.

“These aren’t so bad,” you said, kind of proud that you could hold it without flinching.

Josh grinned. “Hey, good for you, kitkat. You’re getting the hang of this haunted house thing.”

“I don't know,” you said with a laugh. You told them what had happened at the shed, and all three of them winced.

“Well, that’s not even the fun kind of scary,” Jake said. “I’m sorry, kitkat.”

“But you found ten-ton Dracula?” Sam asked, skating over the “locked in a dark storage shed” part of the story. “I’ve been wondering where he went.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a fond smile. “Glad I could help.”

The first half of the tunnel’s structure was already finished, and you volunteered to string webbing over it until it looked like a gigantic spider’s nest. When Danny came back from his errand, you told him you wanted to stay for a little while and set it up.

“You sure?” he asked. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you assured him. “Besides, you said you wanted to get a little more work done, and I think we found something I can do without losing my ever-loving mind.”

He smiled. “Okay. If you’re sure.” He glanced at the sinking sun. “I think we have maybe half an hour of light left.”

You all agreed to work for thirty more minutes, and there was a festive and companionable atmosphere as you put up the webs and made it look as spooky as you could. You quizzed Danny on what he was afraid of, guessing everything you were afraid of; the boys joined in the game with silly guesses like “tomato soup” and “a waterslide but instead of water it’s maple syrup”. Danny just laughed and said he wasn’t afraid of any of those things, though a few of them sounded downright unpleasant.

“I give up,” you said dramatically, sitting on an empty plastic tub. “You’re just not afraid of anything.”

“There’s something,” he assured you. “But I’m telling you, you’ll never guess. Especially considering what I do for a living.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’ve got it. You’re afraid of drumsticks, aren’t you?”

He laughed, big and bright and joyful. “No, it’s not that. It doesn’t have to do with music.”

You kept thinking of things to guess as you worked, but you were distracted from your game when Jake started pulling out the spiders to put on the webs. He unearthed a huge fake spider from the box and made it sing “Boris the Spider” in his British accent, earning a round of laughter and cheers for such a good impression of The Who.

You looked over at Danny, intending to ask him what he thought of a slightly drunk-sounding British spider, but you were surprised to see a little uneasiness in his expression. You followed his gaze, trying to see what was making him nervous; the only thing in your vicinity was the spider in Jake’s hand.

“Danny?”

He looked from the spider to you. “Yeah, honey.”

“Are you... afraid of the fake spiders?”

He didn’t answer right away, and you knew you had him. He hadn’t hesitated answering any of the other guesses.

You gave a triumphant laugh. “Ha! I guessed it, didn’t I?”

You could have sworn you saw him blush. You pulled another spider out of the box and carried it over to him, watching his expression become more and more apprehensive the closer it got.

“You promised you would tell me if I got it right,” you said, a teasing lilt to your voice. You held the spider up, just inches from him. “Does this little guy freak you out, Daniel?”

He endured it for a few seconds before he batted it away. “Yes, fine, it freaks me out. You win.”

You laughed, not unkindly, and tossed the spider back in the box before you draped your arms over his shoulders.

“My poor baby,” you said, mimicking with affection the way he’d soothed you earlier. “I’m sorry I teased you with it. It’s okay if you’re scared of it.”

“I’m not scared, exactly,” he said, looking with distaste at the box overflowing with the plastic critters. “They’re just... creepy. They give me the heebie-jeebies.”

You smiled and gave him a consoling kiss. “My big guy’s one weakness,” you said, entirely amused. “Fake spiders. What about real spiders?”

He shrugged. “They’re fine.”

You laughed. “Of course they are.”

He watched your face, studying the lines and colors of joy he always brought out in it without even trying. His expression warmed, and you loved when you coaxed out a grudging smile.

“It’s dumb, right?” he asked.

You shook your head. “No way. I’m just surprised we found something you’re afraid of that I’m not afraid of.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess that is pretty remarkable.” He kissed your cheek. “Now that you’ve uncovered my deepest, darkest secret, can we go home and order the deepest, dishiest pizza?”

You laughed. “Sure thing, honey.”

At home, you and Danny didn’t actually have the heart not to share your pizza with the boys; you got enough for everyone and watched a true crime documentary that had you hiding behind your hands during the more grisly parts.

“Okay, now I have to have a cleanse,” you said afterwards, rinsing off the plates to put them in the dishwasher. “I’m watching New Girl or something.”

Danny came up behind you and snuck a kiss under your jaw. “In my room,” he said, his voice low and meant only for you.

You gave a fluttery little laugh and pulled way when his kisses started to tickle. “Can I watch whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want,” he agreed. He bracketed you in with his arms, kissing along the column of your neck.

You considered that. “Can it be an old movie?”

“You could pick the most awful black and white silent film ever made and I absolutely would not care,” he promised. His hands snuck under the hem of your sweater and skated over your tummy, and despite how quickly you were warming to his touch, you couldn’t give up teasing him just yet.

“Okay, I know what I want to watch,” you said primly.

“Finally,” he said with a contented sigh, pulling you close to him. “What is it?”

You grinned. “The Giant Spider Invasion.”

He hummed in agreement. “Sure, honey, that sounds — ” He pulled back. “Wait, what?”

You couldn’t help but dissolve in giggles, and when his warm laugh joined in with yours, you felt the honeyglow something awful.

“Alright, trouble,” he said, kissing your cheek. “You’re a handful, you know that?”

“But I’m your handful.”

“Yes, kitkat. You’re my handful. You know what else?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

You smiled, feeling all melty and sweet and golden inside. “I love you too.”

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charlewiss · 2 years

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writing masterlist

one-word november prompts!

a november challenge where i try to write a little something based off a word! (29/30)

color code

blue for one shots

red for instagram au's

orange for blurbs

MICK SCHUMACHER

nightmares

he couldn't sleep and you woke up from a nightmare.

dare

he has had a crush on you for the longest time. what happens when someone challenges him to do something about it?

private (but not secret)

mick and you soft launch your relationship on instagram.

champ (footballer!mick x supporter!gf)

mick wins the bundesliga with his team.

cramps (request)

mick comes home and finds you struggling with cramps.

check yes, juliet

you two have just started dating during the 2022-2023 break. he has to leave soon to start the season, but couldn't find a way to tell you how little time you two had left. what happens when time runs out for him? how could he fix it now?

soft mick (request)

just some fluff friday for you <33

CHARLES LECLERC

coffee shop

cute barista!charles not knowing how to approach you.

third wheeling

pierre, charles and you are best friends. but maybe it was something more between you two.

two plus one (part 2 of third wheeling)

charles and you are sending mixed signals on the internet, pierre fixes it for you.

your camera roll if he was your boyfriend

pretty self explanatory but how your camera roll would look like if charles was your bf <33.

birthday posts (request)

what would you post on instagram if he was your boyfriend and it was his birthday (+, you only talk in spanish to mess with him)

soft side (grumpy!bf x sunshine!gf)

everything seems to be going wrong for him. somehow, you make it better.

dirty halloween (request)

halloween related instagram au!

PIERRE GASLY

third wheeling

pierre, charles and you are best friends. but maybe it was something more between two of you.

two plus one (part 2 of third wheeling)

pierre outs your relationship to the internet.

DANIEL RICCIARDO

favourites

you're a part of mclaren's media team, but you post more dan pics ('cause you're secretly in love with him)

baby fever

you have baby fever after seeing your boyfriend with kids.

lucky charm

you come for the first time at a race weekend outside of you home race in australia.

muse (musician!dan)

dan's a drummer for an australian band. you're a soloist artist.

loved by you

forbidden love 'cause you're his friend's sister (or there's another reason underneath?)

ARTHUR LECLERC

maybe more

you and arthur seem to be closer than friends.

truth or dare (driver!reader)

what happens when he accidentally admits something during a truth or dare video that you were filming for the youtube channel?

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vroomvroommbtch · 2 years

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Hearts don't break around here - DR x fem!OC

Masterlist

Summary: The tiniest winning celebration after the biggest win was all the really needed after Monza.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!OC

Warnings: Pregnancy stuff, Dan being a sunshine like always, fluff all over the place and some mentions of H*rner.

Word count: 4.8k

A/N: Monza my beloved needed an especial appearence so there you go. Also 200 likes on State of grace? You’re all insane but thank you so much! Writting this two gives me so much peace of mind, so I’m glad you like it. Kay, going back to writing, so I hope you all like this thingy and see you soon!

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Hearts don't break around here.

September 2021.

There was something different in the air the whole weekend. They all knew it, but Jas didn't want to get her hopes high until she saw her husband's orange car passing the checked flag. She has seen too many times how pole positions and leaders in careers got screwed over bad strategies, engines failing or PUs suddenly not responding. She has seen Daniel deal with that too many times. She has seen him make a miracle happen in Monaco when he should have retired that damn car, but this was way different. That's why Jas waited, lap after lap, praying to whatever was up there to let Daniel have this one. She prayed for good pit stops and the car hanging on until the end of the race. She prayed and prayed and prayed because Daniel needed that. After months of people talking shit and after the worst year of his career, he needed to prove to himself that he still got it. He didn't have to probe their families, their friends, and especially not Jas. He never needed to probe anything into the woman that loved him with every single fiber of her body, but he wanted to do it. He wanted that just as much as he wanted to close everyone's mouths.

And damn, when the checked flag came Daniel did it. He fucking did it.

To say Jas spent the last couple of laps holding tears was a big lie considering she spent the whole weekend doing that. When she saw Daniel being P5 after the quali, then P3 after the sprint, and when she saw his car at the front line she wanted to cry. To say she was proud wasn't enough, but she said it to him again and again because she wanted Daniel to know. She was proud of him every single second of every single day, but that afternoon in Monza there was nothing she wanted more than to run to him and tell him again while she covered him in kisses. But she didn't. She stayed there in the garage, holding Maggie's hand like she did the whole race. She stayed with her jaw hanging, still, not believing that Daniel had won. But then she heard his radio message. She heard his voice yelling with happiness, and there was no need to see him to know he was smiling as big as possible. But then she heard the message. She heard the 'I never left' and all her effort to keep the tears in disappeared out of the window. It all went to hell as soon as she felt Michael and Blake hugging her and Maggie, yelling that he fucking did it.

After that it was all a blur. She knew Michael cleaned her tears so they could go outside to see Daniel; she thought the tears were over and that she could control it but then she saw him standing over the halo of the car, hitting his own chest, and there she was, crying once again. She cried because she was happy and proud, and because that's exactly what Daniel deserved after such a terrible start to the year. But mostly she cried because the one over the car, taller than anyone else, was the dad of her future baby. That was her man and how much she loved him.

After hugging Lando it felt like it took him forever to celebrate with everyone. After hugging Lando, the mechanics, Zak, and Andreas, it felt like it took him forever to even hug Blake, Maggie and then Michael, but suddenly there was he. It felt like it took him forever, but in one second Daniel was right in front of her. Jas was waiting right beside Michael, eyes full of tears and heart full of pride. The first thing he did was hug her. Daniel held Jas in his arms as tightly as possible, not caring if he was completely sweaty. She couldn't care less about anything at all at the moment, to the point that Jas felt that they were completely alone. She knew there were cameras everywhere and that millions of people were watching, but in that moment it was just her and Daniel. At least for the world it was just the two of them, because secretly, it was the three of them. She didn't need to see his face under the helmet to see his smile but God, she wished more than anyone that she could kiss every single part of his face as she repeated again and again how much she loved him and how proud she was of him. All she did was yell at him an overly excited 'I told you so!' loud enough for him to hear over the noise and the helmet while they hugged each other.

When she insisted on them to get away from Europe and stay in LA to disconnect from everything related to races at least for some days; when Daniel read all those stupid comments people made about him and his career; and when everything felt like falling in pieces around them, she was the one who told him everything was going to be okay. She told him to stop burning his head with all those comments from people who had no idea how it was to drive a car at 300 kilometers. She told him to ignore them and focus on the important things. She told him to hold on because the thighs were going to work out in the end, just like they always did. She promised everything was going to be fine and in the end she was right.

She had no idea if Daniel heard what she said over the absolute insanity that was around them, but she fixed it in a simple way. After their hug, Daniel rested carefully, his helmet against her forehead, looking at her eyes through the raised visor of his helmet. As soon as Daniel saw her tears, he did his best to carefully clean them with his gloves still on, which only made Jas cry even more as she held his helmet between her hands and gave it a little, short kiss, where his lips were supposed to be. Besides that, a simple gesture like placing her hands over his heart was all they needed. One of her favorite things about them was how they didn't need words to understand each other. After almost four years, countless hours traveling, ups and downs, and the intense life they had, sometimes all it took them was a kiss on the forehead, a hand squeeze or a little grin just to know. She just needed to hold his hand and place a kiss on his knuckles to let him know everything was going to be alright. Sometimes it was something as simple as just placing her hand over his heart to let him know she loved him more than anyone in the whole world.

Besides, holding each other was really all they could really do without people noticing their little secret.

They haven't said anything to the world just yet. They couldn't really decide when it was the right time to do it, so they decided to wait. The only problem was Daniel and his incapacity to keep his hands away from Jas. Everyone knew touching was their love language. They were always holding hands, hugging or having some kind of contact. Whatever it was, just having their pinkies laced together, her head over his shoulder, his hand resting over her knee while having dinner with friends, or even just their arms touching as they walked around the paddock, they were connected in some kind of way. Once their relationship became public, it was the most normal thing for them to arrive or leave the paddock holding each other, especially to keep her calm in the mess of people and cameras the first time she was there.

Since they found out about the pregnancy, it was more of the same, but Daniel couldn't stop placing his hand on her stomach. Whatever it was whether they were in bed, laying on the couch or on a hike, he was somehow touching her stomach. It made him happy to just be connected in some kind of way to the place their baby was, so it nothing but complicated to keep his hands away from her stomach when they were in public; but they wanted to keep it for themselves until the obligatory three first months, even after the doctor told them everything was perfectly fine.

They wanted to keep it for the three first months, but then the fourth came and they were too happy in their little bubble, keeping their little family as safe as possible. It was working perfectly. The only ones who knew were their close circle of family and friends, and they all swore to keep the secret for them, just like the counted people did at the MTC when Daniel told them just in case he had to flew away from a race in a hurry for an emergency. They took advantage of the fact that Jas wasn't somehow really showing up yet because, even at four months, her baby bump was small. It wasn't weird to see her wearing oversized shirts with a 3 somewhere, and it was especially not weird if she was in the paddock, so she took advantage of it and it also worked perfectly. Jas hid her bump under shirts and hoodies, and as some kind of a miracle nobody realized what was happening. Nobody was really suspecting, considering it was normal to see Daniel with his arm around her shoulders or resting on her waist. Nobody realized that until after Monza.

But then Daniel did what nobody was expecting, not even Jas. Forgetting about every single order and rule that the FIA might have, Daniel passed the barrier separating them to be able to reach Jas. But it didn't just end there. He didn't do it to be able to hug his girlfriend without a big piece of metal between them; he did it to kneel right in front of her. And just like the day Jas found out she was pregnant, Daniel kneeled down right in front of her, placed his hands on her waist and rested his head -and helmet- against his stomach. Then there was no way to hide it. By the way he held her, Jas's shirt moved, marking her small bump, letting the whole world know a new Ricciardo was coming to the world. That's how everyone knew the new winner of Monza was going to be a dad. Considering their baby wasn't really planned, it sounded like the most normal thing to make a non-planned announcement.

After another round of tears thanks to seeing Daniel on the podium, after the pictures, the press rounds, the celebrations, the party and especially after being congratulated by what it felt like it was the whole paddock, it was just them. They went back to their hotel room, laid in bed because they were exhausted after such a long weekend and everything was silent. Daniel didn't even move to put on some music on his phone; he just lay there, head resting over Jas' chest while their hands joined over her bump and everything was good in the world. They knew they had to pic up their phones, answer texts and calls, but they didn't want to, so they didn't. All they did was hold each other as they placed kisses anywhere they could reach.

But then she heard Daniel giggling out of nowhere again. It was something that had been constantly happening since the race ended, and Jas couldn't be happier about it. It was her favorite sound in the world and it meant that the man she loved more than anyone in the world was happy, and that was exactly what he deserved. After all the shit he went through Daniel deserved it.

"Did I really won?" he asked out of nowhere, moving his right hand over her exposed baby bump, fingertips stroking her skin as carefully as possible.

It was their little ritual every single night since Jas found out she was pregnant. Every single night, Daniel would lay in bed right besides her, or either resting his head over her chest or her legs, and for half an hour he would talk to her bump. He read too many articles on the internet about how fathers can bond with the babies before they are born and how the baby could recognize when the father is touching the belly and when he's talking. Daniel read about that, about saying hello and goodbye so the baby knows you're acknowledging their presence, and about the benefits of talking and explaining things and playing music to the baby, so he was all about it. Sometimes he would go on for an hour or even more because Jas couldn't find the strength to break the magic moment she was witnessing. But in that time Daniel would talk and tell stories to their baby from how he and Jas met, and his work, their family, their plans, to all the places they were going to see together. But then he would also play music. He made a playlist to play to their baby and would put his headphones in Jas's belly or simply let it play on his phone for the three of them to listen to it. Meanwhile, Jas was just there witnessing the most beautiful thing in the world that was her boyfriend doing everything in his power to be a good dad. It was her joy, happiness and privilege to be the one watching all that was happening right in front of her. Most of the nights she wouldn't even dare to talk, too scared to break the magic and ruin the moment. Instead, Jas would just stroke his face, run her fingers through his hair or play with his curls, enjoying the feeling of being with the man of her dreams.

"You really won, sunny. And what an statement you made out there, you crazy man" she giggled, once again running her hands through his hair, taking her chance to massage his head.

"We were looking for a way to do it, so there you go. But you're really not mad, right?" Daniel wondered, moving his head back enough to look at her face, clearly looking for some sign saying if he fucked it up doing what he did, even if he had asked before.

"No, I'm not. It’s gonna be a hell of a story and a cute video to show to our kids one day. Telling them how dad made such announcement is gonna be fun. But its gonna be way funnier telling them about dad winning on grandpa's country. I'm gonna tell them how proud I've always been of him, winning trophy or no"

Daniel took a deep breath before he moved back to his previous place with his head right over her heart. And then again, he didn't say a thing for a while; he just kissed her skin a couple times as he drew imaginary circles and lines around her stomach, all the way from her ribs to the waist of her shorts. There was not much to say, especially after Jas' affirmation. She knew that even after winning, there was a very bad small part inside Daniel's brain telling him that he should work harder to make her feel really proud of him every day. Jas knew that Daniel knew perfectly fine how she was proud of the man he was every single second of every single day. She made sure to let him know more than once a week, but after all those terrible months, Jas also knew that it was gonna be more than complicated to fight with that little negativity inside him.

"Remember the last time we were like this?" he asked again, snuggling even closer to her, hiding his face in the crock of her neck

"Celebrating a podium or just laying in bed?" Jas wondered, lacing their fingers on the top of her stomach as she kissed his forehead, never really stopping in her task of playing with his curls like every single night before sleep.

"The last time I won. We were just starting dating when it happened"

And Jas couldn’t help but smile at the memory. She couldn’t help but smile remembering how nervous she was that weekend. That was the first weekend that she was going to a race and his parents were going to be there, so she was going to meet them after four months of dating, which was nothing to terrified. Plus, it was Monaco, so every single thing intimidated her. She was scared to not wear the right clothes, to say the wrong thing and especially about people discovering who she was. Jas was terrified of everything, but then she got to Monaco and Daniel helped her with every single one of those fears with nothing but patience and love. The fact that Joe and Grace were the sweetest human beings that existed helped too, especially when she had no idea what to do and Grace told her to stick to them so she wouldn’t be alone. That’s exactly what Jas did, she stood with them all weekend while Joe made jokes about how terrible it would be for her having to stay with her boyfriend’s parents after just meeting them and Grace told him to not make Jas more nervous. But she didn’t. As the fear started to go away, Jas was more than happy about it. She got so comfortable about being there she even had the courage to stand against Christian Horner himself when he tried to talk to her about convincing Daniel to stay. She knew he already tried that with Joe, but she never thought he was going to try with her too. Jas never liked Horner. She knew all the shit that was happening behind scenes and she really didn’t like it. She was the first one on the list telling Daniel he should leave. Damn, she was the first one in the list trying to convince him to change teams, so there was no way anyone will convince her that he should stay. That was the reason of her weird exchange with Redbull’s boss. The moment that Horner suggested that Daniel should stay and especially when he suggested Jas should convince him, she automatically said no. But then things got a bit more complicated. Even if she was still a bit terrified about the whole situation, Jas stood tall as Christian Horner himself suggested that it would be a pain if he suggested Daniel that his new girlfriend was a distraction. Jas stood with her head tall as he suggested that it wouldn’t be so hard to convince Daniel to make him break up with her. Even if she was absolutely terrified about everything and even about the threat, Jas laughed right in his face. She laughed because it was the most ridiculous thing she have ever heard and absolutely pathetic from a man who was about to lose one of his drivers. As Jas walked away from his boyfriend’s boss, Jas doubted if she should mention all that to Daniel. As she walked to his parents, Jas decided she wasn’t going to brought it up until the race was over. But what Jas wasn’t expecting was what happened after the race and that was her throwing the first ‘I love you’ right after the race was over. Looking back at it, it was absolutely messy and she had no idea how they survived that weekend. But back then, Jas knew that it they could survive such a thing then they could seriously make it work. And they did make it work. Three years and a half later they were still the proof that they could make it work, no matter the threats or the bad days at work.  “And look at us now. We were young and crazy and now before we realize someone’s gonna call us mom and dad” Jas giggled, placing another kiss on his forehead and burying her face in the mess of curls he had in his head.  “We’re still young and crazy, plus very beautiful, so I know this one is gonna be more of the same. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, right?” Daniel asked, kissing her neck in the exact point where it will have her purring in no time. “Also, I’m gonna make her the coolest headset to cover her cute little ears. There’s no way I’m letting our kid wear some random headset on race weekends” “Maybe you have to make him the headset” Jas pointing.  Even when they still had no idea the gender of the baby, Daniel was somehow convinced it was going to be a girl. He said he could feel in his heart it was a girl. Maggie always joked saying Daniel looked like a girl dad, but even with the jokes and the laughs, Jas was kind of worried. She didn’t want Daniel to get disappointed if it turned out to be a boy. She knew perfectly fine Daniel was going to love their kid not matter what, but Jas was really scared anyway and that’s why she was always reminding him that it could be a boy.  “I know. Either way, gotta match daddy’s headphones and helmet. Well have the cutest and coolest baby in the world” he insisted, moving his head to look at her again as he spoke. “We need to start thinking about names”  Jas let a dramatic breath leave her body as she thought of it. It was a constant subject, but they never really found a moment to start and she didn’t really want to start it that night. “Ugh, don’t make me think about it. Its the most stressful than thinking about pushing a baby out of me. Like what if they don’t like the name? What if they hate the name? You already started failing as a parent”  “There’s no way you could fail in any way, but especially not as a mom, baby” Daniel affirmed, giving her a kiss that was enough to calm her nerves even if just for a while. And that’s exactly where she stayed for a while, lips just ghosting over each other as lazy smiles adorned their faces. “What about Magnolia? Yknow, like the song”  Of course he was going to say that.  “Baby, I know Gang of Youths are your friends, heaven knows I love em and they’re one of my favorite bands, and I love them even more because they named you in a song, but they didn’t invented the name. Magnolias are flowers. Besides Magnolia Ricciardo is fucking mouth full and what would be call her? Maggie? No way” Jas joked, acting as serious as possible as she tried to not laugh.  But she felt Daniel smiling again her skin and then his teeth biting her neck carefully, all to kiss the same spot again and Jas couldn’t help but feel everything was alright in the world. After months of uncertainty and sadness, there was all back on its place, but more important, there was Daniel smiling. “Oh you’re a smart ass now??”  “I’ve always been a smart ass, that’s why you fall in love with me” “I think it was more about your pretty ass” he shrugged, moving his hand from her bump to the side of her right leg all to stroke her ass, even if it was just the side of it.  Obviously, that made Jas giggle even harder, but also that won Daniel a little slap on the back. “What a cunt telling those things to the woman carrying your child!” “But your favorite cunt” Daniel pointed out, moving his hand back to its previous place as he gave her another kiss. “Are you gonna tell me you don’t have a list of baby names to share with the father of your child, smart, beautiful ass?”  The truth was that Jas had a little list, but it felt like nothing was good enough, or nothing sounded good with a Ricciardo on the side, so the list was nothing but a useless little list abandoned on her phone, waiting to be deleted as soon as they found the winner, which Jas hopped was gonna happen soon. “I told you, I’ve a couple ones but nothing convinced me so far. All I know its I want something that sounds English and Italian, like Daniel”  “Okay, let me try this. I’m gonna tell em names and to see if I’ve some approval from inside” he explained, moving from his spot to go lay down on the bed, face inches away from her stomach.  “Babe, the baby’s too small. Ain’t gonna move or anything. You won’t be able to feel kickings for a while” Jas explained in the most delicate way because even if she knew Daniel knew, she didn’t want to break his heart.  “You watch” Daniel practically challenged her, looking at Jas as he kissed her bump a couple times before he kept going. “C’mon, baby Ric, lets probe your mom we can do some magic together” he stated, talking directly to her stomach.  “Sunshine-“ “Shh mama, we here are communicating. Its a daddy-baby bonding, don’t interfere” Daniel interrupted her, trying in vain to act all serious even if Jas could see a little smirk on his lips. “Okay, honey, what do you think about Magnolia?” he asked to the bump, and as soon as he finished talking he put his ear right against it, acting like their baby was actually answering. “What?? Too mouthful? Yeah your mama told me the same thing. She’s always kind of right. You’ll have to deal with that too. Hey, what about Dandelion? Jasper? Daniela? Honey?” “Oh c’mon, you gotta be kidding me” Jas laughed, not being able to believe the ridiculous thing Daniel was saying.  “Alright, if its a boy what about David?” “Dan, for God’s sake, I know you love your Aussie buddies and I know Dave gave you a shoutout in a song but you need to stop cause we ain’t naming our baby after him” Jas exclaimed, trying to sound as serious as possible, just like Daniel did when he threw name after name. But even she tried, she couldn’t help but laugh as she stroked his hair.  “Your dad’s name is also David!” Jas automatically covered her mouth with her free hand as she realized she actually forgot her dad’s name, even if just for a second. She was distracted, too happy and too much into her own happiness that she forgot something as basically and simple as her own father’s name. “Don’t tell him I thought about the other Dave before I thought of him” “The secret its safe with us” Daniel smiled, looking at her through tired eyes, and Jas knew him enough to know tiredness was officially starting to kick off, so it was a matter of time for him to start closing his eyes.

“I hate to interrupt this wonderful father-baby bonding time, but I gotta go pee before you start talking none stop with our kid and before you fall asleep” she murmured, stroking his cheek one last time before she sat up on the bed as slowly as possible.  Daniel jumped out of the bed in one swift moment, standing at the side, offering his hands for Jas to grab them, exactly like he did every single time since they found out she was pregnant. He knew she didn’t need help getting up, at least not yet, but the overprotective future husband and future father in him was stronger than any logic. Besides, Daniel knew there was going to be a lot of moments when he was gonna be too busy and he wasn’t going to be able to do it, so he wanted to take every single opportunity to help. “Let me help you, princess”  And once again, Jas didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so she accepted his hands and let him help her to get up from bed. But as soon as she was standing in her own two feet, Jas hands went to his neck, keeping him as close as possible. “I still can get up and pee by myself but thanks anyway, especially considering you’re the guilty one, full responsible for this beautiful mess”  “Hey, you need two to tango” he responded, moving his hands to her hips which were getting bigger every day that passed.  “And you sure know about” she smiled, giving him a kiss on his lips before she decided to walk to the bathroom. But before she went far away, Daniel grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, making Jas’ smile became wider. But it also made her stay put right in her spot as she looked at Daniel. “Hey babe? You fucking won Monza” she remembered, still not believing the fact that it happened. After what it felt forever, it happened.  “I fucking did” Daniel nodded, but instead of letting her go, he went and hugged her again. 

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sexyinaratkindaway · 10 months

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Sand between fingers, bury me in it

Rating: M

Fandom: QSMP

Pairing: AgenteMaxo | Maximus/Dan Middleton | DanTDM, AgenteMaxo | Maximus (Video Blogging RPF) & Trump (QSMP)

Tags: Dream Sex, Dream Sequence, Yearning, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Familial Love, Familial Relationships, Bad Ending, Trans Male Character, trans maximus, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Character Death, MARITAL BLISS, unreality, Hurt No Comfort, implied/referenced suicidal idealization, maxo is a good parent, Dan is a good dad, Choking(light)

Summary: It's a blissfully perfect day in the TDM-Maximus household.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48632122

Maximus is elbows deep in SOFIA’s guts, digging and digging and digging for that goddamn loose screw that almost made her blow up into tiny little pieces, when a third hand makes its way in with his own. Fingers skitter along his bare forearm, long and calloused, reach deep, deep, deep, a warm body settles behind him, smelling of mint chocolate chip ice cream and motor oil; then, that hand is retreating, and there is a screw looking at him, held carefully between black-polished fingertips, in front of the grinning face of his husband, his dark brown eyes and too-handsome hooked nose and the slit in his right eyebrow that make him infuriatingly attractive.

“Were you looking for this?” Dan says, and Max feels laughter bubble in his throat even as he reaches to snatch the metal out of Dan’s fingers.

“Yes, yes I was.” He leans forwards for a kiss, and Dan complies, hands flying up to gently pull his shades up on his forehead, and his kiss tastes like coffee and toothpaste, “Good morning, Dan.”

“Good morning, Maximus,” Dan says, and Max always enjoys the way his tongue curls around his name, the weird way he says his A’s.

They share a few pecks, warm and affectionate.

“Let’s get you out of here, darling. We promised Trump we’d bring him fishing today, didn’t we?” Did they? Max doesn’t remember it. Trump…

“Where is Trump?” he hears himself say, “I need to tell him good morning, too.” He’s desperate with it. He tucked his baby in yesterday night, kissed his little head and told him a somewhat embellished story about a very powerful demigod, capable of commanding the skies and bringing back the dead.

“He’s waiting for us outside,” Dan says, low and smooth, in that way he knows never fails to settle Max’s nerves, “He didn’t want to track mud in here.”

Makes sense.

Together, they make their way out from SOFIA's little basement, up and up until Max can hear birds chirping and a gentle wind is brushing his cheeks, and the bright midday sun, that paints Dan’s brown hair russet, beats down on them harshly enough that he needs to peel off his coat.

Trump is waiting for them, bent low over a cute little kitten, fur shimmering orange and black in the sunshine. He rises on knobby knees poking out from worn jean shorts, too long and thin and covered in colorful band aids, cradling the little thing in his arms, and his face lightens up as soon as he sees his fathers, and as soon as he has seen him, Maximus finds himself with an armful of baby dragon, and he lifts him up to spin together, once, twice, and Trump is laughing that wheezy, high pitched little thing he does when he's out of breath but wants to keep laughing, and Max can feel the warmth of Dan's hand on Trump's back, and everything is perfect.

"So, what's this I hear about going caving?" He asks, in Spanish.

"Can we go, Papi, please?" The iridescent scales on Trump's cheeks shimmer in the sunshine as he speaks. "Daddy Dan found the coolest cave! It's so pretty, you need to see it!"

His little mouth works oddly around the shapes of words, in an unfinished, unfamiliar way.

Makes sense.

Maximus looks up at Dan, hoping his face conveys enough bafflement of the "You brought our son caving among monsters and ravines and lava?" sort. Dan just grins at him, shrugs.

"What can I say, darling. I needed zinc, and little buddy here wanted to go creeper-busting for gunpowder; he put on some very convincing puppy eyes."

It takes a moment for the words to materialize in Maxo's brain. He glances up at the translation text boxes, finds them woefully nonsensical and nigh incomprehensible.

"... Creeper-busting." He repeats. "That is…"

Espeluznante, his brain supplies, helpfully. Blood-curling, continues the little part of him that has managed to learn a lick of English, running his hands up and down his son’s legs, pressing down on his torso as if to check for bruised ribs. What if Trump had lost a life? He only has…

Um.

How many lives does Trump have left?

He tries doing the math; looks up at Dan for help when he realizes he can’t work through it, thoughts thick as molasses. Dan keeps smiling at him, soft, he leans in to kiss him again as if to shut up any further discussion, and this time it’s deep, filthy, the kind of kiss that turns Max’s knees to jelly. Trump has tucked his little head in the nook between his shoulder and neck, nibbling slowly at his turtleneck the way he does when he’s sleepy, and when Dan, regretfully, pulls back from Max’s lips, he buries his hand in their son’s golden cloud of hair again, ruffles it gently.

“He’s tired,” he says, low, “Let’s get him to bed.”

Bed?

Maximus looks around. The air around them is painted in golds and reds and purples of the setting sun, the sky above them is starting to darken, pinpricked with stars.

Makes sense.

They start walking back to their house, and Trump is so light that Maxo can hold him up with one hand, reach for Dan with the other to interlock their fingers. They walk, and walk, and walk, sharing companionable silence, they walk until the sun has dipped under the horizon and they’re shadowed in moonlight, and Max just lets himself enjoy the calloused warmth of his husband’s hand, the body pressed at his side, his low low voice in his ear as he goes on and on about his latest mechanical wonders making the hair on his nape stand on end, until they’re in front of the cabin door again.

Funny.

It sure took them a while to take those ten or so yards that separated the edge of the woods from their front door.

He busies himself with getting a better grip on their son as Dan opens the door, hands tightening on too-bony little thighs. Mental note: Find avocados to plant in the garden. They slip in, gentle torchlight and silvery moonlight painting the three of them in dreamlike sepias. They tiptoe in Trump’s room, put him in his little pajamas—though his little sleeping form isn’t very helpful—and tuck him into bed, and both men lay a soft kiss on his forehead. When Dan tries to pull away, Trump waves his arms upwards to wrap around his neck, and Dan laughs, tucks him in his arms to pepper soft kisses all over his chubby cheeks and his nose, muttering low nonsense in English until their baby is relaxed enough to let go of him and fall back on the pillow. Max’s heart does a flip, and another. This, he’s pretty sure, is what perfection is, his husband and their son and perfect moonlight and the little ember of a night light in the shape of an airplane Dan had built for Trump and domesticity and so much affection his heart is going to burst. Dan is looking at him, from his place perching on Trump’s too small bed, a hand—bare—on their baby’s slowly moving chest, and his too-bright blue eyes keep him pinned in place.

He squirms, brings his hands up on his forehead to look for his shades, finds them gone, and then Dan is on him, so much taller than him, he’s being caged in against the door frame and then they’re kissing, kissing, kissing and the tongue in his mouth tastes like black tea and in a rush they’re back in their bedroom, tumbling on their bed, and when did they get naked?

“I missed you, sweetheart,” Dan murmurs on his mouth, pressing him into the soft duvets, and then he goes lower to bite at his throat.

They went to sleep together yesterday night, Max is pretty sure, but his husband’s mouth on him feels like the first touch of water after years on the desert, he gasps at the first touch of fingers on his skin, circling his chest to settle over his heart, just to scratch at the little dragon in a propeller hat curled around his nipple, the one he got to commemorate Trump’s death, wait, what?, reaches a hand in Dan’s blue hair to pull him up and kiss at his left temple, over the slit in his eyebrow, and kiss kiss kiss all over his face, even as fingers fumble with the barbells on his clit and oh God when did he grow this wet, fuck, “Dan,” he rasps out, “Dan, Dan, please, I–I missed you so bad.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” Dan replies in Spanish, easily, and Max didn’t know he needed to hear his tongue in Dan’s mouth so desperately, “I miss you so much, and our baby misses you too, come with us, we miss you, join us,” There are lips on his swallowing any noise.

Then, a hand around his neck, tight, too tight, and scorching hardness poking him in the thigh, and he can’t breathe but it doesn’t matter because he’s enveloped by Dan, who smells of gunpowder and strawberry ice cream, and he can’t breathe, and he can’t breathe—

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There is a beam of sunshine in his eyes, slipping through the blinds on his window.

Slowly, Maximus opens his eyes, feels his breath heavier than usual. He rises from the bed, and a hand on the pillow reveals it drenched in sweat. His hair is in a similar state, and he cringes at himself.

He needs a shower.

He reaches for the dark bottle on his bedside table. It’s open; there is maybe a sip of wine left in it. He lifts it to his lips to swallow down the last of it, too warm and definitely not great after having sat the whole night uncorked.

On to a new day, he supposes.

#knight's notebook #qsmp #danmaxo #do they have a ship name?#maximus #qsmp max #qasmp dan #qsmp maxo #q max #qmaxo #q dan

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yookimi · 4 months

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@universalus ♡ ' d for a lyric starter for 𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙜

blizzards , flurries , snowstorms in the south ; 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡 . you should be just as cold as your entrance but you remain warm , the winter that was meant to be is melted away , sunshine flowing through your veins , makes home in the cavity where your heart belongs.

❛ dan heng ! dan heng ! ❜ voice pitched high and insistent , buoyant with the way it bounces in cadence. camera is held up and you wave it back and forth in a playful manner , really , a warning . the sunset is almost as warm as your smile ; a violent swirl of oranges and purples , the perfect conditions for an awesome picture ! ❛ can you .. hm .. can you do this ? ❜ opposite hand raises , thumb against the pointer finger / arranged in a way so that a heart shows .

im on the edge of a sunset

#𝟎𝟓 ... 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 ⭒ . ⋆ ❄ ∘ ⑇ * ﹙march 7th﹚ ... ◞#𝟎𝟓 ... 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ⭒ . ⋆ ❅ ⑇ * threads ... ◞#i love...#dan heng indulge her pls

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widyahasanah · 8 days

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Ngdumelin Kerjaan

Soal kerjaan, bisa dibilang aku orang yang sangat emosional dan masih berusaha menurunkan temperamen ngadepin rekan kerja. Seorang rekan dari devisi lain pernah bilang, 'ah mbak widya mah bisanya cari cari kesalahan'. Wkwk ini lucu, karena memang tugas aku adalah cari kesalahan, kalau aku nggak nemu kesalahannya yaaaa.... bisa dianggap saya ga kerja, karena jobdesk utama saya adalah mengevaluasi hasil kinerja. Artinya kalau ga siap dievaluasi, dinilai, dikritik dan ga siap memperbaiki ya mending bikin perusahaan sendiri aja deh.

Suka bingung juga sama kolega yang dihubungin hobby nya slow respon banget (ini asli ngeselin bgt). Apalagi disituasi deketin deadline, slow respon makin ampun ampunan. Munculnya cuma dipagi sama pas jam pulang kerja aja, sisanya gatau deh kemana. Terus yang paling menyebalkan adalah orang orang jadinya pada nitip pesan ke aku, tolong sampein ini sampein itu dan pada reach out buat disampein bales pesannya. Hei saudara saudara, menjadi sekretaris itu ga termasuk jobdesk ku tauukkk huhu

Dalam bekerja itu kan pasti berkaitan satu sama lain, kalau kerjaan si A ga dikerjain apalagi job nya urgent ya mandeg deh alur kerja sehingga menurunkan produktivitas, secara kelembagaan lagi. Apalagi kalau sampai merusak hubungan interpersonal antar karyawan. Harusnya sih sederhana ngerjain jobdesk tepat waktu tuh udah jadi bare minimum lah buat orang orang bisa paham, masa harus diteriakin satu satu kan.

Kalau alur kerja mandeg gitu sih paling fatal akibatnya adalah bisa menurunkan respect orang sekitar. Padahal dalam pekerjaan, pandangan orang tentang kita tuh perlu banget dijaga dan di maintain terus. Harus jadi orang yang sebisa mungkin fast respon terus bisa memudahkan urusan orang, helpful dan yaaaa kompeten aja gitu. Kalau nemu rekan yang hilang timbul terus giliran ada cuma bisa bilang ya oke ya oke sm tq doang mah..... sorry sorry to say, hilang respek orang. Ga pernah bisa hadir ikut kontribusi, kasih solusi, terus sekalinya nyaut cuma bisa 'oke noted' aja. Duh, tepok jidat.

Tapi semua rasa lelah jiwa raga ini setelah 8 jam kerja, selalu bisa diredakan kalau dapat pesan dia. Seperti semua beban lahir batinku seharian ini langsung hilang. Kayaaaaa.... you're my sunshine in a rainy day. Huuuu love you Masss ❤

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akbarissy · 1 year

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April 2023.

Tiga hari sebelum Bapak ninggalin saya untuk selamanya. Saya sempet jenguk dulu beliau di RS. Kata dokter perkembangannya bagus, jantungnya juga udah normal. Saat itu saya ketemu beliau, matanya sayu berbeda daripada biasanya, senyumnya pun terasa dipaksakan. Ya, karena yang saya kenal beliau itu termasuk orang homoris yang apa aja bisa dijadiin lucu.

Jam dua malam, beliau minta saya pijitin, dari telapak kaki, betis, jari-jari tangan sampai kepala saya pijitin pelan-pelan, soalnya sudah sedari dulu beliau memang suka dipijitin anaknya. Setelah selesai dia minta saya buat bacain surah Yassin. Beliau pun terlelap. Karena dirasa sudah mendingan, besoknya saya izin pulang lagi buat berangkat ke tempat kerja.

Tiga hari setelahnya, yang biasanya saya nggak bisa tidur kalau belum melebihi jam dua belas malam. Saking lelahnya mungkin, hari itu saya tidur jam sembilan. Jam tiga saya terbangun, dan dapet kabar kalau ternyata Bapak udah ninggalin saya buat selamanya, iya pak, Allah lebih sayang sama bapak. Maaf, Pak. Saya belum bisa menjadi apa yang mungkin bapak harapkan selama ini. You know, that you will always be my sunshine.

Alfatihah buat bapak.

Tenang di sana.

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pawpawmiaw · 6 months

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Jurnal Pujian

Tulisan ini akan diperbarui berkala, semoga bisa konsisten setiap hari. Ide ini lahir usai tamat menonton film seri di Netflix bertema kehidupan di bangsal penyakit jiwa; Daily Dose of Sunshine - menceritakan tokoh utama yang merupakan seorang perawat, juga mengidap depresi akibat kematian pasiennya. Salah satu terapinya adalah menulis jurnal pujian setiap hari, supaya dia bisa lebih apresiatif dan mencintai diri sendiri🤍. Melakukan hal serupa, tentu juga karena aku ingin mampu mencintai diriku sendiri lebih dan lebih lagi setiap hari 🫶🏻.

Kamis, 9 November 2023:

Aku memuji diriku sendiri karena hari ini bisa tidur sekitar 5 jam, setelah berhari hari jetlag. Setelah subuh, aku langsung beraktivitas dan nggak tidur lagi 😴

Aku memuji diriku sendiri karena aku mau meluangkan waktu untuk mengantar ibuku 🫶🏻 beliau sudah tua so I wish I can do this more often.

Aku memuji diriku sendiri karena berani berbagi, tentang hal-hal tidak menyenangkan yang rasanya tidak ingin kuingat, kepada orang-orang di sekitar.

Aku memuji diriku sendiri karena meluangkan waktu dan energi untuk bertemu banyak orang hari ini, walaupun sebetulnya ragu, tapi aku berhasil mendorong diriku sendiri untuk tidak berpaling ☺️

Aku memuji diriku sendiri untuk keberanianku mengakui kesalahan, walaupun kesal dan marah, lalu aku bisa memahami batas yang masih bisa kuterima, tetap berkata-kata baik meski hatiku masih penuh emosi.

Aku memuji diriku sendiri karena dengan berani kembali menulis di sini dan ternyata sudah menghasilkan 100 tulisan 🥳

Aku memuji diriku sendiri karena berani membagikan tulisan ini di Twitter, supaya teman-temanku tau cara mengapresiasi diri sendiri, lalu semoga dunia ini semakin penuh dengan orang yang mencintai dirinya sendiri 🥰

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chenanigans · 7 months

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I love how none of my dnd characters are consistent. We got:

Rawhide Kobayashi

Albino Red Grung

Gloomstalker Ranger

A himbit (himbo and Timbit)

He raises cattle that are giant woolly aphids and beetles

He’s a little frog cowboy who went to the tundra to save his papa

An absolute cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you

Maridia Fusilli

Rosy Maple Mothfolk

Aberrant Mind Sorcerer

Feral teen who loves maple syrup

She’s a moth sorcerer who’s hellbent on getting revenge on the demons who burnt down her tree, disabling various members of her family

She’s going to magical girl school

Looks like a cinnamon roll, wishes to bathe in the blood of her enemies

Dalrymple “Dal” Iniqine Cyr

Tiefling Werewolf (aka Shifter)

Samurai Fighter

Himbo energy but a lesbian

Loves women and is very lonely

Bffs with Rawhide

Looks like she can kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll

Dr. Maiken Cyraeni Grebella

Blue-Ringed Octopus Simic Hybrid

<Armorer> Artificer

Grumpy scientist who’s good at biology and technology

She cares more about inventing than adventuring

Looks like she can kill you, will definitely try to but probably can’t

Mercy Mousse

Myconid

Spores Druid, <Glamour Bard>

Left her home to become a pop star

Is always cheerfully singing and dancing

Her music and back-up dancers are a bit macabre

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll

Razmi McDazzl

Changeling

Eloquence Bard

Is apparently a good accountant

She loves money and will do anything for it

She is very charming so it’s hard to see through her lies

Looks like she can kill you, probably won’t but will trick ya

Delphinium “Delphi” Speedwell

Blue-Green Grung

Chronurgy Wizard

Biggest and fattest grung from her town

She’s a gentle “giant“ among her fellow grungs, but won’t hesitate to beat your ass if you threaten her tribe

She went from student to headmaster of her school very quickly and she’s very sad about it

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, but also can kill you

Sorro Levki

Black Tabaxi

Fathomless Warlock

Drowned and came back because of his new patron

Doesn't like to fight but has to fight and make offerings to his patron

Misses going to sea, but is thought to be bad luck/a bad omen due to being the sole survivor of his shipwreck

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll

Nithi Blightkiller Kalukukané

Orange Grung

Gloomstalker Ranger, Scout Rogue

Absolute grouch

Doesn’t want to be bothered and just wants to steal and murder in peace

She only targets shitty folk

Looks like she can kill you, can kill you

Cherome “Cherry” Sedum

Cape Rain Frog Aasimar

Wild Magic Sorcerer

A very small and sad girl

She grew up in an abusive cult, but now is with a loving party she considers her family as well as her frog family too now

She’s getting stronger and radicalized to destroy parliament

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, but can also kill you

Celesse Moonstone

Star (aka Fire Genasi)

<Stars> Druid

Came to [insert planet here] because she loved humanity, especially their art

Is a literal ray of sunshine

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll

Cheer Sympathy Gritish

Tiefling

Order Cleric, Champion Fighter

Harmacist

She works at Delphi’s school as a guidance counselor and a combat healing teacher

Extremely loud

Looks like she can kill you and can kill you

Dangeline “Danny/Dan“ Wolfsbane

Horned Toad (Zariel Tiefling)

Wild Magic Barbarian

She looks scary and intimidating but she has a big weakness for smaller frogfolk and kids

She cares a lot about getting people out of bad situations

Looks like she can kill you, can kill you, but is also a bit of a cinnamon roll

Lulamin Helianthus

Honeybee Fairy (aka Fairy)

Crown Paladin

Bee who always ends up in a situation

Rode a train and had an awful time, performed in a play and had an OK time, literally trying to get home

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, but can also kill you

Rulaberri Humwallon Dianthus

Carpenter Bee Fairy (aka Fairy)

Devotion Paladin/Wild Paladin (Homebrew)

Sweetie bee who is 99% of the time unaware of who gods are

Got a cushy seat in Oberon’s court as the God of Flowers

Became queen bee under sad circumstances

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, but can also kill you

Mimi the Mimic

Mimic (aka Plasmoid)

Beast Barbarian

Will eat people and animals alike and sees no issue with that

No moral code, sadistic, no empathy

Can be swayed easily with food

Looks like she can kill you, will kill you and then eatcha

Wislande Ritha Fanfan

Entler (aka a homebrew race)

Eldritch Knight Fighter

Pure of heart, dumb of ass

She likes art

She’s from Canada, traveling the USA for art inspiration reasons

Absolutely does not know anything about America and how to traverse it

Looks like a she can kill you, is a cinnamon roll, but can also kill you

Bonnycastle Funfetti

Ex-wedding cake (aka Plasmoid)

Dreams Druid

A literal and figurative sweetie

Became a Dreams Druid to help other’s dreams come true

Looks like a cinnamon roll (cake), is a cinnamon roll (cake)

Wruth Carol Firhug-Hollyleaf

Christmas Elf (aka Rock Gnome)

Swarmkeeper Ranger

An elf who would rather disappear into the woods than work in a toyshop

Eventually became a forest ranger instead of a toymaker

They miss their birth parents dearly, but love their adoptive family a lot too

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, but can also kill you

Claudette “Claude“ Sanon

Ghost Ant (aka Thri-kreen)

Assassin Rogue

Likes sugary/fruity drinks, being a flapper, and being a very good assassin

She ditched her anthill for a more self-indulgent, less community-focused lifestyle

Looks like he can kill you, can kill you

Is the only character of mine to die and is now piloted by my DM as a totally normal not remade by a space lich guy

Merino Mittenmere

Tortoiseshell Tabaxi

Artillerist Artificer

She a granny and loves her kittens and grandkittens

Has committed war crimes

Looks like a cinnamon roll, can also kill you

Manon Pastelle

Fierna Tiefling

Life Cleric

She sounds and looks all doom and gloom but says the nicest, most positive shit

A pastel goth

She is a doctor who cares deeply for her patients

Looks like she can kill you, is a cinnamon roll

#dnd #oc #chen's art #chen's text #art

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morel-marcel · 1 year

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My comments from watching this week's Elevation and Dark:

Oh damn Lee Moriarty is sooo hot, he is more and more sluty in the ring, love it

OMG DAN THE DAD IN AEW??? I watched one match with him where he was facing Danhausen and Effi and it was hilarious XD ❤️

AHhhhh that Dalton entrance ❤️

Love to see Alex and Kip in the ring uvu John can't stop be funny little guy

OOO: he is doing Orange's move???? Oh the feud is ON

ok time for DARK

HELLO WHO IS THIS SMALL SAD KITTY??

WHY HE LOOKS LIKE HE WAS CRYING IN THE RAIN?? Jaden Valo? So adorable!

a sunshine! ❤️ he isn't crying no more 🥺

he makes Dalton laugh XD ❤️

I love him ok? ok.

Oh Abqdon you silly 😊

#aew #wrestling #moreltalks

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kunamaisenja · 1 year

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Sunshine

Teruntuk kamu yang aku kagumi dari masa kecilku, pertemuan pertama denganmu yang membuat aku bisa mengenalmu sekarang mas, maaf aku terlalu lugu melihat indahnya sosokmu, karena itu aku sebut kamu SUNSHINE hehe boleeh yaaa? Biar lebih akrab aku panggil kamu mas ya, aku suka panggilan itu karena hanya dengan panggilan itu kamu panggil aku dengan sebutan spesial, siapa? KINAN.. hihi Haii Mas, masih tentang kamu yang dari tahun 2021 hadir di fikiran aku, awal tahun 2022 ini Allah izinkan aku untuk mengenal kamu lebih dekat. Semua melebihi ekspektasi ku Mas setelah mengenalmu. Kurasa aku wajar mengidolakan sosokmu, tapi kujanji aku tidak akan menjadi pengagum yang bikin kamu risih, yang mengganggu hari-harimu, yang menuntut kabar darimu, hadirmu, enggak, enggak sama sekali., kurasa aku cukup sadar diri, karena bisa kenal dan berjumpa denganmu saja sudah di luar batas anganku.

Kuharap berjumpa denganku dan mau mengenalku bukan suatu hal buruk yang mengisi hari-hari mas, jika tidak ada yang berkesan dan membuat mas terkesan setidaknya bisa menjadi orang biasa saja yang pernah mas jumpai, tapi maaf untuk perihal kenal dan temu kita ditahun ini sangat membuat aku terkesan,

Mas, satu hal yang aku sesali.. aku membiarkan orang terdekatku mengenalmu, dan ini yang terus menghantui hari-hariku. Mereka selalu menanyakan kabarmu, gimana bisa aku tenang mendengar pertanyaan tentangmu sedangkan aku sendiri pun selalu mencari tau. Mas.. kuharap disana Allah selalu menjagamu, mengajaga Tauhidmu, Ibadahmu, sehatmu, dan semua aktivitasmu dan semoga study mas segera selesai ya.

Terhitung malam ini aku berhenti mencari perhatian, aku berusaha untuk berhenti memikirkan, aku usahakan agar tidak lagi mengkhawatirkan karena kurasa mas merupakan seseorang yang lebih tangguh dari aku. Karena ini nggak sehat buat hari-hari aku dan ini juga tidak Allah Ridhoi. Semoga aku mampu konsisten mas

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joysona · 1 year

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OKAY niche post: kpop boy group tomorrow x together as a killjoy gang

Soobin

Obviously soobin’s the babysitter

Killjoy name: sth goofy like Fanboy Steve or Blonde Bombshell he doesn’t take himself seriously enough to think of sth too cool

Gang medic

Constantly getting the gang out of trouble

Signature colors: blue, white, orange. Keeps his hair blonde.

Yeonjun

Resident fairy godmother and motor baby

Killjoy name: sth he thinks sounds cool as hell but actually sounds super cheesy, sth like Puma Dan or Cowabunga Kitty

Designated driver

Has cheated death way too many times due to provoking dracs a little too much

Signature colors: neon pink, sky blue, and black (very specific abt the shades he uses). Usually keeps his hair pink but he alternates

Beomgyu

CRASH QUEEN!!!!

Killjoy name: something cutesy probably, like Asteroid Bear or Benny Glitter

Hosts a radio show

Shoots acoustic

Color scheme: red, white, and pink. Keeps his hair natural brown most of the time but switches it up every once in a while

Taehyun

Batt rat, ex tumbleweed

Killjoy name: either something really cute like Terry Twinkle or sth rlly random like Tiger Lunch

Gangs resident smithy

Knows slight of hand so when he first came to the zones he’d just survive off pickpocketing and shit

Color scheme: pink, purple, orange. Keeps his hair pink

Kai

Batt rat (2), was snatched up by soobin literally an hour after he left the city

Killjoy mame: DEFINITELY sth super cutesy. I’m thinkin Desert Penguin or like Satellite Sunshine

Paper boy for Beomgyu’s show

String kinggggg

Color scheme: blue, green, yellow. Usually has his hair blue or blonde

Other thoughts

I don’t think they’d be called tomorrow x together fjfnnf their gang would probably have like a celestial name, like Meteor Bros or Planet Posse (they know their name is dumb but its camp and they couldn’t think of anything better)

They’re based out of zone 3 and operate a lighthouse out there

Beomgyu absolutely REFUSES to eat power pup and relies almost solely on the witches garden and batt food. Don’t ask him how he is able to manage that, you probably won’t like the answer.

Soobin is banned from tommy’s. No one (not even soobin) knows why, but every time the guys stop by, soobin has to wait in the car

Taehyun really really wants to get a motorcycle, but every time he brings it up the other 4 boys scream at him for 40 mins straight abt how he’d probably die if he tried driving one and they cant afford to lose their smithy with how often yeonjun gets them into firefights

Yeonjun does sun skin more often than not and often makes their raids go south bc they left late due to yeonjun taking too long to put his glitter on

Kai is like king of casual joy parties. Loves to throw bonfires and picnics, scours the zones and outer city for glow sticks and shit to hand out to everyone who comes. He always has extra blankets around for people to sit on.

One of their closest allies is an absolutely massive gang from zone 2 made up entirely of lesbians. Theres like 30 of them, so whenever they need backup, their opponent just gets entirely fuckin swarmed by sapphics with guns

Ok thats all i got for now lol i might draw them/add more shit later i am literally writing this at 1 am

#ttlotfk #txt #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together #my chemical romance #danger days #mcr #kpop #txt killjoy au #the true lives of the fabulous tubatu #scheduled

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naofficial · 10 months

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Living my life to the fullest.

They said that 20's will not return, and I am super duper grateful for everything I've done 2 tahun ke belakang start from freshgrad. Met a lot of people, learn new skill, ketemu sama orang2 se frekuensi dan nyambung ketika gue ajak sharing about everything yg bukan ngomongin dan mau tau tentang hidup orang lain NEVER WE NEVER TALK ABOUT IT PALING ANTI. Gua paling inget ada yg pernah ngomong, lu ga bakal lagi ketemu umur 20 an, so u might be overthinking, you might be sad it's truly and absolutely doesn't MATTER! you dont have to be sunshine all the time. Matahari butuh terbenam tapi inget bahwa ketika matahari terbit that's your totally time to go out, do whatever you wanna do!

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angellyslion · 1 year

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La fille de Bruce Wayne 6

Le soir du gala arrive. Leur plan en soit et très simple, mais cela va ruiner leur réputation. Et avec une humiliation en direct pour Lila.

Bruce a invité toutes les personnes sur lesquelles Lila a menti. Mais je ne sais pas comment il s'est pris pour que tout le monde accepte l'invitation... Après réflexion qui refuserait une invitation à un gala organisé par les Wayne, personne !

Je sais que le gala va être retransmis en direct à la télévision dans toute l'Amérique et en rediffusion et sous titré dans le reste du monde.

J'avoue qu'ils ont abusé, mais quand ils décident de me venger, ils ne le font pas à moitié. Et pour cette fois-ci, je ne leur en tiendrai pas rigueur.

Je descends rejoindre ma famille et mes frères m'attendent en bas des escaliers. Je descends en toute confiance. Les regards ainsi que les caméras sont braqués sur moi. Avec ma robe cela ne me surprend pas. Je sens le stress monté d'un coup en moi. Cela fait quelques années que je n'ai pas assisté à un gala quel qui soit et que je n'étais pas sous les feux des projecteurs.

Ma robe de soirée avait un corset ainsi que cinq volants du plus clair au plus foncés en partant vers le bas. La robe a été conçue entièrement d'un beau rose pâle, le rose que j'affectionne tant. La robe est agrémentée de deux papillons roses. Le tissu aussi fin que de la soie, était décorée des motifs de fleurs roses les plus délicates. Le volant et les bretelles de la robe avaient de la dentelle noire plus fine et la plus ouvragée de tout le bal. Cette robe somptueuse me va comme un gant. J'ai rajouté un simple collier et quelques bracelets qui sont subliment cette tenue qui déjà émerveillait tout mon public.Je rejoins mon père au centre de la salle.

- Votre attention s'il vous plaît ! Un silence s'installe dans la salle. Merci ! Je voudrais souhaiter le retour comme il se doit de ma fille Marinette et elle a quelque chose à vous dire. Je prends une respiration rapide.

- Bonsoir à tous je suis Marinette Wayne comme la plupart le savent ! Merci à mon père d'avoir organisé comme tous les ans le gala de charité en l'honneur de mes défunts grands parents. Mais j'ai quelque chose à dire pour faire taire certaines rumeurs. Je suis connu comme sous le nom de Marinette Wayne, pour les habitants de Gotham sous le nom de Sunshine et pour l'entourage proche soit Mari ou Nettie, mais je suis également connu sous le nom de MWG. Si vous mettez les initiales à la lumière, il apparaîtra Marinette Wayne of Gotham. Pour confirmer mes dire je retrousse la manche de la veste de mon père ou sont les initiales et pose mon flash de mon téléphone dessus ou en une belle écriture dorée apparaît mon nom. Seuls ceux fabriqués par mes soins ont cette particularité et ceux qui ne l'ont pas sont faux. Et je voudrais remercier Lila particulièrement qui m'a poussé à me révéler !

Je vois le regard de ma classe se tourner vers elle. Et elle rougit d'embarras. Elle a prétendu me connaître, ce qui n'est pas faux en soit mais elle ne savait même pas qui se trouvait derrière ses initiales, elle a déclaré que j'étais sa meilleure amie et que pour le gala de ce soir, je lui aurais confectionné une robe. Malheureusement pour elle, ce n'est pas elle ma meilleure amie, c'est Chloé Bourgeois. Elle a dit qu'elle m'avait présenté Jagged et Clara alors que non, comme la plupart le savent, j'ai fabriqué les lunettes préférés de Jagged lors de la journée des métiers quand j'étais en cinquième et j'ai rencontré Clara lors d'un casting pour son clip inspiré des héros de Paris. Et Désolé de le dire Lila mais ta robe est de mauvaise qualité de plus elle est affreuse et outrageante. Je me demande pourquoi ils t'ont laissé rentrer. Tu as dû écarter les jambes pour ce faire, je parie.

Elle porte une robe orange, si je peux appeler cette horreur une robe. La moitié de son corps est dénudé. Elle qui veut attiré l'attention, elle l'a. Cette fois-ci ce n'est pas en positif qu'ils parleront d'elle.Je crois que je ne suis pas la seule à vouloir lui dire certaines choses . Jaggen et Clara ont pris ma place. Jaggen a affirmé qu'il n'avait jamais eu de chat, d'une ce n'était pas assez « rock and roll », de deux que Penny était allergique à ces boules de poils et de trois qu'il n'avait jamais rencontré et écrit de chanson sur elle, cela l'aurait fait passer pour un pervers et un pédophile. Chacun de ses mensonges et de ces manipulations se révélait à chacune des paroles des victimes. Au bout d'une bonne heure, toute la vérité a éclaté et j'en suis fière. Même à la fin, nous avons eu une surprise de taille. Gabriel Agreste, plus pour garder son image que pour me défendre à licencié Lie-la de son agence et il s'assurera qu'elle ne puisse pas devenir mannequin et il affirme qu'il ignorait tout de ses mensonges. J'ai un gros doute sur cette dernière déclaration car je pense que c'est lui le Papillon. Toute ma classe hurle sur Lie-la. Les vigiles les jettent dehors. Bon débarras. Dans un coin de la pièce, j'aperçois Clark et Oliver discuté. Je les rejoins, Clark me voyant me fait signe.

- Tu nous as offert un beau spectacle tout à l'heure Mari ! Me dit Clark avec un sourire.

- Merci ! Fallait bien divertir les invités. Aussi il fallait que mon retour soit remarquable et reste dans les annales ! L'idée est venue de mes frères. J'avoue que j'y ai pris plaisir à voir chacun de ses mensonges se défaire.

- Ta robe est magnifique, me complimente Oliver- Merci, Ollie, c'est moi qui l'ai faite. Ainsi que la robe de Chloé qui est ma meilleure amie et les costumes de la famille. Je lui souris.

- Mais pourquoi vouloir l'exposé

- Pour toutes ses manipulations et la souffrance qu'elle m'a fait endurer à Paris. Adrien qui était au courant de ses mensonges, mais qui n'a rien fait pour les stopper et Alya qui rapportait tout sur son blog des merveilleux exploits de Lie-la sans avoir vérifié sur des sources sûres ! Je vous laisse, je dois avoir une discutons avec le père d'Adrien. Pour lui expliquer le comportement de son fils. J'espère vous voir plus tard.

- A plus tard Mari et cela serait bien que tu passe à la tour un de ses jours. Je pense que tout le monde serait ravi de te revoir !

- Je verrai avec mon père. Vous savez comment il est !Je le vois discuter avec mon père, ce qui m'arrange j'avais besoin de parler aux deux hommes.

- Bonsoir monsieur Agreste ! bonsoir papa !

- Bonsoir ma puce, ça va ?

- Oui ! Je viens de parler avec Clark et Oliver. Mais j'avais oublié qu'il pouvait avoir tant de monde au gala.

- Bonsoir mademoiselle Wayne, votre robe vous va à ravie ! C'est vous qui l'aviez conçu ?- Merci monsieur Agreste recevoir un compliment de votre part est un honneur. Et oui c'est moi qu'il l'est fait !

- Voudriez-vous travailler avec moi ? Avoir un tel talent serait un privilège.

- Cela serait un honneur, mais je me dois de décliner l'offre

- Et pourquoi donc ?

- Dû à Adrien

- Qu'a fait mon fils

- Il m'a promis de se tenir à mes côtés, de me protéger et d'être là pour moi, il savait que Lila mentait, mais il a brisé sa parole et il est resté au côté de Lila me laissant seule. Même si la classe m'a blessé c'est sa trahison qui m'a fait le plus souffrir. Avec le temps j'ai appris à tourner la page, mais je ne pourrais plus lui faire confiance.

- Je comprends et j'en toucherai deux mots à mon fils.

- Merci monsieur Agreste mais ne soyez pas trop dur avec lui ! Il n'a jamais eu de relation avec d'autres enfants de son âge. Il pensait agir au mieux... Du moins pour lui. Le gala se finit assez tard. Je remercie les garçons pour leur plan qui s'est déroulé sans accroc et encore mieux que prévu.

Je me démaquille, me mets en pyjama et m'effondre sur mon lit. Je ressasse cette soirée. Elle était magique et maintenant que les mensonges de Lie-la soit exposée au grand jour,je serais enfin en paix.

Bonus

Chers lecteurs et lectrices si vous avez raté le gala annuel des Wayne, voici ce que vous avez manquer, Marinette Wayne est officiellement de retour et elle c'est révélé être la célèbre créatrice de monde montante MWG.

La fille aux cheveux saucisse, appelé Lila Rossi ancienne manequin et muse de Gabriel Agreste a été licenciée suite à la révélation de ses nombreux mensonges qui ont causés du tord a de nombreuses célébrités notamment à notre cher Sunshine.

Et en parlant de notre Sunshine, elle a dénoncé le manque de respect de cette dernière pour un tel événement.

#maribat biodad au #bio dad bruce wayne #La fille de Bruce Wayne

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