#and trying to play the long game w danny

[reanimatedgh0ul]

considering val's journey w ghost hunting in re:animated au basically going from d.i.y girlie to gets recruited by a guy who has a grudge against his 14 yr old nephew now bc he realized he was a piece of shit and doesn't wanna be his mentee anymore so now you're basically his plan B

[aro-aizawa]

oh heck yea idk what i did but i managed to resurrect my longest da:i save file so im very happy.

[fairlyang]

Chapter 4. Alright

⋆˙⟡♡✧˖° love island au x miguel o’hara ⋆˙⟡♡✧˖°

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ CONTENT: raúl cooks for you, you and peter b play judges, surprise girls chat, they help you get ready, you give a toast, you have some chats before the game and recoupling

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY: what will your game plan be before the recoupling? will you get your flirt on? do I smell some jealousy spewing? keep reading to find out!

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You were in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you watched everyone chat and joke around. You were thinking back to all the chats you had today. You had a very nice talk with Peter and he was so sweet, and surprisingly funny.

He cracked a few jokes and cheesy pickup lines he said he used on Gwen during their first few days. The whole time he couldn’t stop talking about her and everything he liked about her which was very cute.

So you didn’t bother making a move just because you felt other chats went better and you didn’t have to force them so you’d just let him be because he seemed happy.

Now Danny, on the other hand was very straight forward and it did sound brutal at first which he quickly apologized for, but he was not the slightest bit interested. He said that he wanted to focus all in on Jazmin and you respected it.

It was very brief and he pretty much left you by yourself on the swing set but not for long before your new besties came in and sat down with you.

That was the point where you somewhat told them how your chats went but for the most part, you kept a lot of things to yourself.

You weren’t so sure yourself of everything and with a recoupling looming, it was very nerve wracking. Even more than before.

So after a couple hours of chill chats and getting to know the islanders further, it was time for everyone to eat. You were told you could either order something from places nearby or cook something yourself.

You were going to cook but that was when Raúl looked at you like you were crazy and had a third eye on your forehead, and he offered to make you dinner. So obviously, you took his offer and he happily got to work.

Bad part for him was that he all of a sudden had a small audience of two and one in particular that would not shut up.

“So how do you know when the steak is ready?” Peter B asked and Raúl sighed, “Pete, I’m a professional.”

“That doesn’t really answer my question though, doofus.” He spits making Raúl roll his eyes.

He looked at you, wanting some help but you just shrug and he sighs, “I use a meat thermometer but if you wanna be extra, you can use the finger method.”

“What’s-“

He points to you and sticks his hand out with the palm up, “do this for me.”

You do it and he motions for Peter B to feel the base of your thumb. He feels it and then looks up at Raúl, “that’s how raw meat feels.”

He presses your skin and gasps, “wait whattttt-“

You move his finger and get a feel yourself because you’ve never heard of that.

“Now touch the tip of your index finger with the tip of your thumb and that’d be how rare meat feels.” Raúl says and you quickly do it.

You and Peter take turns feeling it, in awe of this new information. Meanwhile Raúl was flipping the steak and making sure every inch was coated in the sauce.

“Ready for medium rare?” He asks and you both look at him with wide eyes, nodding.

“Middle finger and your thumb.” He says and you quickly do it.

He chuckles and shakes his head watching you both fight over who gets to feel it first. You smack his hand away and then feel it for three seconds before pulling away and letting him try it.

“This one feels right.” Peter B says and you nod, “very firm.”

“Y’know what else is fi-“

“Don’t you dare-“ you threaten and he shuts up.

“Fine.”

“So medium well is gonna be with the ring finger?” You ask and Raúl nods, “now you’re getting it.”

You giggle at his teasing tone and switch fingers, getting a feel then letting Peter B try. “It’s a little harder.”

“Yep and lastly is well done.” Raúl says and you move your pinky to touch your thumb.

You let Pete have a turn making him have a face of disgust, “Yuck who wants their steak like that.” Peter B says and gags.

“Don’t exaggerate.” You say and he playfully rolls his eyes.

“Everyone knows the best steaks need some juicy blood in them.” He says and you wince, “you want that bitch to still be mooing at you?”

He scoffs and you bite you lip, fighting back a laugh while Raúl watches.

He finishes up the steak right when you guys started debating, more so arguing while he plated your meal. “Want me to cut the steak for you?” He asks and you look at him, nodding then went back to pointing a finger at Peter B.

He chuckles and sets it on a cutting board before cutting them in inch slices like he always did. He serves up a scoop of the mashed potatoes he made for you before dropping half a spoonful of gravy.

He carefully placed the pieces of steak across from the potatoes then grabbed asparagus with a tong and put them in between everything else so it’d make a little moon shape.

“And voila!” He exclaims and you both quickly looked at him then down at the plate.

“Y/n I think you’re gonna need help with that…” Peter B mumbles, licking his lips.

You gasped and jumped up from the stool and quickly ran around to stand next to Raúl. “Holy shit-“

The food was the most appetizing thing you’ve seen since you’ve been here but the chef was a close second place.

You subconsciously licked your lips and looked at everything carefully. When taking his offer you said you were going to rate it based on presentation, taste, and flavor. He was more than happy that you wanted to play judge because he was confident in his skills.

And the reason Peter B was here was because he knew his skills too. And he wanted a fucking taste.

Suddenly you felt your stomach growl and it made Raúl snicker, “alright fine! Come here Peter, we’ll both judge!!”

He damn near fucking jumped over the counter and before he could pick up a fork you stopped him, “how does it look.”

“Like it wants to go in my mouth-“

“Peter!”

“Uh- a ten out of ten-“

“It’s out of five stars dude!!” You whine and he nods, “five.”

“I agree! Now time to eat!!!” You shout and Raúl passes Peter another fork.

You grabbed the fork that was on the plate and grab a piece of the meat, bringing it to your mouth and the smell was just heavenly. You take a bite and the delicious flavors instantly hit your tongue, you accidentally let out a moan.

Raúl’s eyes widen but he stays composed, decides not to react just for the sake of being a gentleman.

Peter follows suit but eats the whole piece in one go, rolling his eyes back and also moaning. You swallow and tell Peter, “don’t talk with your mouth full okay?”

He nods and goes for another piece right as he swallowed before munching on it as fast as he got it. You scooped up some of the potatoes then grabbed a piece of meat, putting it all in your mouth because all these chats for some reason got you hungry.

You moaned again and looked at Raúl giving him a thumbs up, making him grin. Peter B gave him a pat on the back and he also gave him a thumbs up.

Obviously this did something to his ego, he knew Peter would love it but you’re new so your reaction would be new to him. And boy, did it do something to him.

You swallow and look at the counter, looking for your water bottle when Raúl passes it to you, “thank you!”

“Man I’m going down to your restaurant every fucking day when we get outta here. You’re gonna have a regular customer on your hands.” Peter B announced and you nod, “make that two!”

Raul smiles and you take a long sip of your water, “too bad we don’t have some wine.”

“That’s for later.” He responds and you pout.

“It’s fine I guess, it’s still very tasty!” You exclaim, and go for another bite.

“C’mon, grab some brother, it's only fair the chef eats what he made!” Peter B says and Raúl turns to you.

You nod and give him a grin, “go ahead! We can all share.”

“Afterall, sharing is caring.” Peter B says and Raúl responds, “Well that only works for some things..”

“What doesn’t that work for?” You ask and he shrugs, trying to hide a grin, “first thought was girls, just because of the situation we’re in.”

“Okay I guess that makes sense.” You say and he smiles, “so you don’t like sharing girls?” You ask, making him chuckle.

“Can’t say I do or that I ever have or ever will. Yeah I think I have a jealousy and possessive side when things get serious. It’s quite something…” He admits earning himself a pat on the back from Peter B.

“As you should, that’s just proof that you care plus some jealousy in a relationship is healthy.” He says making you burst out laughing.

Raúl grabs a fork and digs in with him while they wait for you to respond, “you guys are crazy… although sometimes a little jealousy isn’t so bad.”

“That’s what I mean because obviously in here things are gonna happen and there’s so many more factors than the outside.” Raúl explains and you nod.

“Alright I’ll give that to you.” You tease making him chuckle.

You stuffed your mouth with asparagus and then went back to a detail you didn’t know and just completely passed over. You finished chewing, then asked, “Wait, you have a restaurant?!??”

Raúl accidentally lets out a snort and Peter B nearly choked on his food. You cover your face in embarrassment, just now realizing you didn’t know such a big fact about him.

“You guys chatted for ages earlier and that didn’t come up?!?!?” Peter B exclaimed and you shrugged, “oops?”

“No it didn’t- I feel like we still need another proper chat!” Raúl says and you laugh, “okay we do but don’t try to change the subject!”

He chuckles then nods, “I do, I worked as a sous chef for that restaurant for a good amount of years after doing culinary school then the owner got sick and entrusted me with it.”

“He was the head chef and owner, he had full faith in me and he didn’t have any family left so when he passed, he left it all to me.” He explains with a sad look on his face making you feel bad for bringing it up.

“But I was already moving up because of my skills and I was saving money for my own restaurant so I don’t know maybe now that money could be for a future home.” He says and you nod.

“I’m sorry for your loss, I’m sure he would be so proud of you! I bet you’ve been running that kitchen amazingly.” You compliment and he perks up.

He gives you a smile, appreciating the sentiment and says, “yeah I bet he would! Finally happy to see me putting my foot down and everything.”

“See, that's what makes a great chef! And your palate seems good, from the looks of it.” You say and he raises an eyebrow, “what do you know about a palate?”

“I love cooking shows…” you admit, making him chuckle before you quickly add, “and Gordon Ramsey.”

You all stood there sharing the delicious steak dinner and chatting about little things. Once you finished everything on the plate, you helped Raúl with the dishes and that’s when Peter B, all of a sudden was out of sight.

You and Raúl had small talk while he washed the pots and pans and you dried them off. You were so intrigued listening to his stories about culinary school when all of a sudden someone got a text.

Everyone huddled up in the kitchen, turns out it was Peter B who received it. Everyone was looking nervous and anxious as they came in, it was very tense.

Once he took count of everyone's heads, he read it out, "Islanders, it’s time to open up and see what you really think of each other in a card game #SpillTheBeans #HonestyIsTheBestPolicy.”

Everyone sighed and went inside to get ready for the night and the game, just completely making it seem as if the recoupling is nonexistent but it was the only thing on your mind.

You sprinted to the showers along with Gwen. After finishing as fast as you could, you went into the dressing room. You collected a handful of face makeup that matched your skin tone, some brushes and placed them on the table.

Dana and Jazmin were looking at the dresses in the closet when all of a sudden Dana gasps. You looked behind you to look at them, out of curiosity, and she pulled out a gold sparkly dress.

She looks at you and holds it over your body, “this would look so good on you, you rocked the gold earlier.”

You’re taken aback for a few seconds, eyes wide but you felt happy with that comment because it was so unexpected, yet very sweet.

“It is very pretty…” you say and feel the texture as she exclaims, “I say take it, it’s your first official night in here!”

“And I just wanna say I apologize for how I acted yesterday, the whole point of being here is for meeting new people and I just took it all so personally when I shouldn’t have, nor should I have treated you the way I did.” Now you were absolutely speechless.

You did not see this coming whatsoever but it was absolutely welcomed.

You never had anything against her nor came in guns blazing for her man, hell you didn't even get to choose who would be in the damn hot tub with you. This change of heart seemed genuine and she must have somehow seen that you don't have any ill intent towards her.

You smiled at her and grabbed the hanger, “don’t worry about it! I can imagine how things have been in here and I can’t say I can blame you so much.”

She gives you a small smile and you give her one back, “friends?”

“Friends.” She says and gives you an even wider smile.

“Can’t complain about having another girlfriend! Plus I feel like my hell week is coming in which is no excuse but-“

“Oh girl say fucking less- that’s absolutely even more understandable.” You say making her laugh, “no, no I was completely in the wrong! I swear I’m never ever like this.”

“Well I can’t wait to get to know you better, I think friendships in here are very important.” You commented and she nodded, “absolutely and I can’t wait either. And I'm always open to girl talk always.”

“Oh me too!! I love having all the tea.” Jazmin chimes in and you chuckle, “well see about alllll of it…”

“Speaking of… Raúl looked very happy today.” Dana says and wiggles her eyebrows.

“I swear he looked like a puppy getting a brand new toy.” Jazmin adds making you laugh.

“I really liked our chat, he’s very sweet.” You reply and they both nod.

“I swear he and Peter can have a competition, Mig too.” Jazmin says and you sit down, dress on your lap and start doing your makeup.

“Y’know what though, Raúl is even sweeter than I thought he would be.” You respond and they both nod.

“I swear he’s a playful guy but he’s really sweet when he wants to be.” Jazmin says making Dana hum.

“Yeah I can imagine why you’re seeing more of that side already.” She teases, making you chuckle.

“They’re all sooo different but those four are definitely the sweetest.” You agreed, thinking of your chats with each of them and they were such sweethearts.

You all ended up doing your own thing, small chatter but for the most part focused on the makeup process. The other girls came in at some point and did the same, it was quiet at times and also with MJ cracking some jokes but it felt fine and like a little safe space.

You had finished your makeup and decided to do a half up, half down hairstyle. So you dried your hair and Gwen offered to curl it for you so she did that while you picked out a lipstick shade.

“Red would be hot.” Dana says and you shake your head, “too bright.”

“How about a brown?” Val suggests and you nod, “that’d be cute.”

You searched the little drawers to find the perfect shade then the lip liner to match. You got closer to Gwen because there was a large mirror by where she connected the curling iron, plus it being next to the makeup was so convenient.

As the girls were getting ready for a wild night, let’s check on the boys!

The Peter’s were the first to be done getting ready and came up with the grand idea of having a pillow fight, to make the others take even longer to finish dressing up.

And just because they felt like it.

Peter B had smacked Jordan in the face with his own pillow and he sprinted out of his sight only to be met with a pillow to the face himself. David was holding that one with a wide grin on his face and there came the war.

Absolutely every single pillow was being used, even the decorative ones which hurt more because they were heavier.

Half of them were jumping on beds and ducking, doing stupid WWE moves on each other, and the other half were attempting to hide in between beds. Pillows and bodies were flying all over the bedroom and it wasn’t until they heard the loud sounds of laughter did they try to fix everything, including themselves as fast as they could.

They then all scattered out into the living room area, fixing each others clothes then waited by the front door for the grand entrance of all the girls.

Ah it’s good to know the boys still love a good pillow fight! Reminds me of when I used to have them, by myself… and my cat…. anyway..

After all the girls were dressed, and putting on the final touches, you all headed down the hallway. They had you in the absolute back since you were the bombshell but it was fine.

You followed the girls and held onto the railing while carefully going down the stairs in your heels. The boys were waiting at the bottom, hollering and screaming like crazy.

You tried not to laugh and once they all saw you, they whistled and started hollering even louder than before. You just gave them all a wave and once in front of them, doing a little twirl which had them go even crazier.

You laughed and shook your head at them while the ladies led the way. You all got into the bedroom and it looked like a fucking mess. Every single bed was untidy and the only thing that was fine with them all were the pillows.

“Did you guys have another fucking pillow fight?” MJ asks and they all look away, whistling different tunes.

“Real clever.” Gwen jokes and they all continue to walk out.

You follow behind them, feeling a slight breeze as soon as you open the door but it wasn’t so bad. You followed them into the kitchen but then they all began to go down to the table that was near the firepit and by the loungers.

Unfortunately, Peter B sprinted to get there first and started separating drinks as you all got down there.

“Pete, we wanted to be the bartenders!!” MJ whines with a pout on her lips and he just shrugs, “you snooze you lose babe.”

She gives him a glare, and he resists for a few seconds before she makes it more intense and he breaks, “alright, fine. The girls are tonight’s bartenders.”

The rest of the guys got there and gathered around the table, “Finally, our usual one sucks.” Miguel jokes earning himself a glare.

MJ, Gwen, and Dana handed out all the drinks, that amazingly had everyone’s names on each cup with little umbrellas on top.

Gwen handed you yours and once everyone got theirs, you were all in a circle around the table. “I say Y/n should give us a toast tonight.” David suggests and they all quickly agree.

You think of something flirty and witty on the spot, praying it won’t sound dumb, “here’s to a summer of love, great friendships, and hopefully a lot of kisses!!”

“AMEN!”

“Hell yeah!!”

Everyone cheers, clinking cups all around then slowly start to disperse. You decided to start the night off bold and tapped Raúl’s shoulder, “mind if I pull you for a chat?”

“Not at all, where do you wanna go?” He asks and you hum, “the swing set?”

He nods, offering you his arm as he always does, which you gladly accept, and you both walk up some steps then walk past the daybeds. Peter and Gwen were already chatting there and luckily the swing set was empty.

You carefully went up the steps then the little portion of grass and Raúl helped you sit down before sitting down right next to you. You took a sip of your red wine and sighed, “now this is good.”

“Too bad we can only have one drink a night.” He says and takes a sip of his own drink.

“Aww that’s sad!” You say with a pout and he nods, “unfortunately but I don’t think we’ll need much to drink with this game later.”

“Yeah I bet it’s gonna be good!” You added and turned to your side.

You cross your right leg over the left and face him a little more, “I just remembered one thing we didn’t touch on earlier.”

“What was it?” He asked and turned his body a little more to face you.

The tip of your heel touched his leg, only slightly. It didn’t look like he minded so you left it there.

“It’s crazy because compared to my other chats it was usually one of the first things talked about.” You explain and he nods slowly.

Right as you were about to say it his eyes grow wide and he fights back a laugh, “oh fuck-“

“Yeah… so how are things with you and Val?” You ask and he smacks his hand to his face.

He pulls it away and gives you a sheepish grin, “it’s funny because I already had an idea of what I wanted to tell you.”

“No way-“

“Yes way, fuck I can’t believe I forgot.” He mumbles and chuckles, “I mean it was a good chat, that’s why.”

“It really was, I enjoyed it a lot.” You reply, making him smile.

“I did too! Which is why it completely crossed my mind.” He adds and you nod, “understandable.”

“So me and Val… I’ve liked talking to her, she makes the dumbest jokes which makes sense why she gets along with Peter B.” He says and chuckles.

“She’s nice and I’ve enjoyed getting to know her, I chose her because we clicked after our date. Though I did tell her I would still be open to talking to others and she said it was fine as long as I told her about it.” He explains and you nod, “she said she wants honesty and I said absolutely, no problem.” He adds.

“I’d hate to blindside her so I was just open and honest with her earlier.” He says and you nod, “that’s fair.”

“It is crazy how we didn’t touch that subject earlier.” He murmured, making you chuckle, “I know, I mean we were all over the place..”

“Just a bit.” He teases and takes another sip from his glass.

“You look beautiful, by the way. Just another thing that crossed my mind.” He compliments and you smile, “Huh I wonder why.”

He laughs and shrugs, “who knows? Maybe I’m just enjoying my night.”

“Yeah why’s that?” You ask, tilting your head to the side and then quickly add, “the night’s just started.”

“What a man can’t just enjoy his time in the villa?” He teases, making you chuckle.

“No, you definitely can.. just curious is all.” You say as nonchalantly as you could muster then shrug.

“Well to be more specific then, I’m enjoying spending time with you.” He admitted and you bite your tongue.

“Well in that case, I am too.” You mumble before adding, “a good amount I’d say.”

“That’s good to know.” He murmurs and tries to fight the smile off his face but it was impossible.

You took a long sip of your wine, also trying to hide how you were feeling. It was crazy to feel something with anyone so soon, let alone maybe feeling it with more than one guy.

“Have any thoughts on the recoupling that you’d like to share?” He suddenly asks, making you snort.

“Honestly, no.” You joke making him pout.

“I’m just conflicted.. that’s the main idea so far.” You respond and he hums, “I get it.”

“Here from bombshell to bombshell let me tell you, it’ll be hard but once you have that choice in your heart and you make it, you’ll feel so much better. Just pure relief.” His words not only brought comfort but also helped die down your nerves a tiny bit.

“I sure hope so because this is a big choice to make, and you guys haven’t made it easy!” You exclaim, playfully pointing a finger at him.

“It’s fine. You’ll make a good choice.” He says, giving you a warm smile, and waves you off.

A good choice.

They were all good choices.

What if you chose one of them and a bombshell comes in the next day and they lose interest immediately? Considering they did just that and you were the first girl bombshell says a lot.

Or what if you make a choice that you end up regretting?

There were endless possibilities of what could occur after you choose and the anxiety started coming in.

You subconsciously started going on a little tangent, your nerves getting the better of you, “I’m praying on it because fuck- I’d say I have a good amount of choices but ugh- after that it’s like the waiting game to see if I made the right choice or not and even then-“

“Hey, hey, hey you need to relaxxxxx.” He coos in a soothing voice, reaching over and grabs your hands.

“Have more conversations, see who you connect with the best, and it’ll all turn out fine. You’re going to make a great choice.” He murmurs and rubs his thumb over your skin.

“It’s going to be absolutely fine, okay? You have good judgement and I’m not just saying that because I’d love for you to pick me. Don’t overthink it, I promise it’ll all be okay.” He coos softly, really wanting to help calm you down.

You look down at your intertwined hands and feel your body relax, your legs must’ve been shaking because you could slightly see them trembling.

No wonder he was quick to try to help.

You take a deep breath and nod, letting it out and gently squeezing his hands in appreciation. “Thank you, genuinely. Things got so real with the text and the fact there’s a dumping just-“ you interrupt yourself and sigh, “I don’t know it’s a lot.”

“Trust me I know, but it’ll be absolutely fine. And as for the dumping, it’s a part of the journey unfortunately but it won’t be your fault whatsoever.” He affirms earning himself a small smile from you.

“Thank you, didn’t mean to freak out. God was it really it the fucking wine?” You joke and he laughs.

He lets go of your hands and you stop yourself from frowning, laughing along with him instead.

“Here, to ease your nerves I’ll tell you about when it was my turn, it’s embarrassing but right after I hugged Val, I had to excuse myself because I had to puke- I was more of a mess than Jordan.” He explains making you gasp.

He nods and chuckles, continuing his story, “I had felt it the whole day but just ignored it because I don’t ever throw up but the anxiety had really gotten to me. Jordan did it first and it went so smoothly. I might’ve had to redo my speech because I was a mess.”

“But that same night when we were all in bed, I felt absolutely fine and content with my decision. And that’s exactly how you’ll feel too.” He says and you nod.

“What’d you have to eat that day?” You asked out of curiosity.

“I was too in my head about the recoupling and I didn’t wanna cook, which is a miracle by the way, so I ordered some food.” He answers and you hum, “Funny since it didn’t take long for it to just come out so it wouldn’t have mattered if you did cook...”

“Alright. I see you’re fine now.” He mumbles and playfully rolls his eyes making you laugh.

“Mhm and all thanks to you!” You exclaim, earning yourself a chuckle, “yeah, yeah.”

You’re both quiet and you just do what you did earlier, checking him out because he cleaned up really nicely.

He was wearing a dark gray button up with a black leather jacket and black pants on with some chelsea boots. The shirt had a few buttons at the top undone and he had a gold necklace around his neck. His hair was slicked back and en fin, just looked really good.

Given you were with him when he was shirtless earlier in the day but he looks fine with clothes on too. It's a plus to see his sense of style.

You looked back at his face and he apparently was doing the same thing so you took that time to compliment him, "Oh and you look very handsome, by the way.”

He laughs and shakes his head in disbelief, looking back into your eyes, “thank you gorgeous.”

You hid your real reaction as best as you could, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of him but lord, was it hard… it came out so smoothly out of his mouth and you wished it was darker out so he couldn't see your face.

“I think gold is your color.” He comments, making you hum, “think so?”

“I know so.” He murmurs and you instantly feel your face grow warm.

And because joking around was easier than flirting, that's what you did.

“Are you hitting on me?” You joke making him burst out laughing.

You bite your lip trying to fight it because it was something so dumb but taking one look at him, you couldn't help but burst out laughing along with him too. You covered your hand over your face and looked away from him while you felt your whole body burn.

He was absolutely dying and couldn't look at you either because the way you said it was just so cute. But once he took a peak for a single second he threw his head back and accidentally fell back on the cushion.

You didn't get to see it but you felt it.

It was like there was another person sitting next to you but once checking it out, it was really just him laying down covering his face in a pillow out of embarrassment. "Oh my god!!" you yell in between your fits of laughter.

He uncovers himself slightly just to blurt out, "Don't look!"

That had you dying even more and he was slowly starting to lose his breath so he calmed down and hides his face again while you attempted to do the same. You took deep breathes and let them out slowly because your heart was fucking racing and your cheeks were starting to hurt.

"Holy fuck-" you mutter under your breath and drink the rest of your wine.

You put your cup on the grass below your feet and that's when you see Miguel coming straight towards you, "You guys alright?"

You just bite your lip and nod while you feel Raúl getting up, you turn to look at him about to snicker when he puts a finger to your lips, "do not. Don't you dare."

All he got in return was a nod and once he pulled his finger away you let out a giggle. He gave you a playful glare then a wide grin and you both turned your attention to Miguel.

“We’re fine.” Raúl says but that grin on his face doesn’t disappear.

“Pete swore it looked like you were having a heart attack.” Miguel jokes making you chuckle.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure he was soooo worried.” Raúl sarcastically scoffs and rolls his eyes.

He knew why he was there.

And all he could think was, fair game.

“Here I’ll leave you guys be.” He says and stands up, you frown for a split second but then nod.

He daps Miguel up, and whispers something in his ear then starts to walk away. Miguel takes a seat next to you and that’s when Raúl turns back around and looks at you, "Oh and I absolutely was, by the way."

You immediately understood what he meant which had you grinning like a Cheshire Cat as you blurted out, “good! As you should.”

He chuckles then grins as well, giving you a final wave before walking away.

You take a deep breath and bring your hand up to your face, feeling how hot your skin was. You turn to face Miguel and he raises an eyebrow at you, “oh just a little joke..”

“Mhm..” he hums and you decide to just start off with some teasing, “what? Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“Crazy assumption.” He gasps and shakes his head.

“Yeah okay, that’s totally fine.” You tease making him chuckle.

“What are your thoughts on jealousy?” He asks and you shrug, “as long as it doesn’t cause any fights, a little bit of it isn’t too bad.”

He nods then shrugs, “it’s a good form of teasing.”

“That it is!” You agree and chuckle, “I was actually talking about this with Peter B and Raúl earlier, in here I think it’ll make sense to get jealous quickly since everyone is together all day everyday.”

“Oh absolutely, plus bombshells coming in left and right, in some instances it’s obviously going to stir some stuff.” He adds and you nod, “definitely.”

“So how has your night been?” You ask and he smiles, “it’s been good, got some gossip from a few girls so that was fun.”

“Oh god- what kind of gossip?” You ask, scared it was from anything you’ve said throughout the day.

You knew damn well that everything would be discovered quickly here. People weren’t going to completely keep their mouths shut on things and you couldn’t really blame ‘em.

You just prayed that MJ and Gwen wouldn’t spill too much of what you said. Along with the small things you told Jazmin and Dana.

Hopefully there’ll be a tiny bit of girl code.

“Somewhat juicy. Let’s just say some girls are opening their eyes and putting their feet down.” He explains and you widen your eyes, “damn.”

“Yeah I think tonight’s going to get chaotic especially depending what kind of card game we’re having tonight.” He says with an uncertain look on his face.

“Drama?” You ask and he chuckles, “maybe a tad.”

“How’s your night been?” He asks and you smile, “good! And considering it’s barely starting I’d say it's very entertaining.”

“As it should be! Would be awful if you were bored to death.” He jokes making you chuckle.

“I know! Speaking of, what do you think the game will be?” You ask and he hums.

He thinks about it for a few seconds, takes a sip of his wine then speaks, “I’m not sure, it could really be anything.”

“God I just hope it’s not like dares that make you do nasty shit like suck toes or something.” You say and pretend to gag.

He laughs, shaking his head then smiles, “yeah hopefully not.”

“Although I know Peter B wouldn’t be opposed to that.” He jokes and your eyes go wide.

“Shut up do not tell me he likes that-“

“You learn something new everyday is all I’ll say.” He responds with a laugh.

“Yuck!! Oh lord I hope it’s not anything like that, he can suck all the toes he wants I’ll turn my ass around.” You joke making him snicker.

“Yeah I can’t say that I’m that kinky, I’m not mature enough for that yet.” He jokes making you chuckle, “he’s a year older than you.”

“Oh I know but I swear this man is a different species because toes?” He says with pure disgust.

You both laugh when all of a sudden you hear a shout in front of you. Speaking of the devil.

Peter B was peeking over the daybed and then sat up, “did I just hear my name?!??”

You burst out laughing and Miguel just shakes his head, waving him off while the man kept shouting, “I swear to God, Mig!!!”

“I’ll take my wingman business elsewhere if I must!!” He playfully threatens making you laugh even harder.

“Might just hop on the Raúl train.” He teases and Miguel curses him out, “shut the fuck up Pete!”

Peter grins, looking at you dying of laughter once again and waves to him before giving him a thumbs up. Miguel rolls his eyes and you calm yourself down then turn to look at him, “he is a psychopath.”

“Oh you don’t know the half of it.” He jokes, making you grin.

“Did we ever talk about your type?” You ask and he thinks for a second then shakes his head.

“What are you looking for in a girl?” You ask and he takes a sip of his wine.

He runs a hand through his hand then says, “I’m not too picky, all I really look for is a girl who is ambitious, kind, funny, sweet, and doesn’t have feelings for her ex.”

“Oh you too huh?” You joke and think about your conversation you had with David.

He laughs and nods, “I feel like that should be a universal thing.”

“It should! Get off fucking tinder and go back to the love of your life!!” You exclaim and roll your eyes.

He snorts, making you chuckle then he adds, “I swear dating in New York is like hell on earth.”

“That bad huh?” You ask and he quickly nods, “the people who aren’t over their exes take over all the apps and streets.”

You snicker, and content with your reaction, he continues, “and the people who are over them, said exes mysteriously come back wanting them again and boom they were never truly over them.”

“All I gotta say on that aspect is that exes are exes for a fucking reason and that should be that. End of story.” You stated earning yourself claps from him.

“Absolute bare minimum.” He replies and you nod.

“Do you think it’s a red flag when a man is friends with his ex?” He asks and you immediately nod.

“Only because every experience I’ve had after my last relationship was just men not over their ex girlfriends..” you respond, making him shake his head, “well at least you’re here now.”

“Exactly! But if you’re on here with gorgeous people and still missing your ex… just go back home.” You joke and he laughs.

There was a silence between you two, just staring at each other when he spoke up, “You look stunning tonight.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You murmur and grin.

Yet another silence filled the air but it felt absolutely fine. He wasn’t so subtle with his ogling this time around and admired the way your dress hugged every inch of you to perfection.

It was like how he did it earlier in the morning and it had you just as flustered as it did then.

A gorgeous man checking you out while you’re right in his line of view?

Surprisingly not intimidating but it definitely felt intimate. He was very close to you and you decided to do the same.

He was wearing a black button up that fit him amazingly. His biceps were nearly eating the shirt alive and he had a gold necklace around his neck. You noticed his hands had a couple of rings on them and he played with them once he noticed your staring.

He had a nice watch on and upon further inspection had a nice belt on too, that was without being a perv about it since it was in your eye sight.

You look back into his eyes and feel your cheeks heat up but you maintained eye contact anyway.

“You’re so beautiful. Pretty eyes and a gorgeous smile.” He compliments, making you give him a small smile.

“Thank you Miguel.” You mumble, trying your absolute hardest to ignore how hot your face felt.

“Anytime hermosa.” He coos and you nearly melt. (beautiful)

You let out a nervous laugh, feeling butterflies in your stomach just from hearing him say that word and complimenting you in general. It slipped out way too smoothly.

“You get shy easily?” He asks with a smirk on his face.

Your eyes widened for a second but you quickly shook your head, pretending to act normal. To add the cherry on top you scoff and playfully roll your eyes, “no.”

You sounded so unsure of yourself and if anything it sounded more like a question. He just shrugged and chuckled, “lo que tú digas.” (whatever you say)

He earned himself more eye rolls which only fueled the fire even more. “Creo que estás ciego.” You declared making him snicker, “o si claro.” (I think you’re blind.) (oh yeah sure.)

“No sabía que podías tener un modo bien insoportable.” You tease, making him snicker, “lo quieres averiguar?” (I didn’t know you could have an insufferable side) (do you want to find out?)

“Creo que ya lo estoy haciendo.” You murmur and he bites his tongue. (I think I’m already doing it.)

Seeing him speechless had you claiming victory so you gave him a big, wide grin. He just shook his head in defeat and smiled back at you, “eres más coqueta que me imaginé.” (you’re more flirty than I thought.)

“Es reclamo?” You mumble and he quickly shakes his head, “Por supuesto que no, para nada.” (Is that a complaint?) (of course not, not at all.)

“Que bueno, porque todavía hay mucho que no sabes de mi.” You whisper and it sent shivers down his spine. (That’s good, because there’s still so much that you don’t know about me.)

“O si? Como que?” He asks and you hum, “mi posición favorita.” (Oh yeah? Like what?) (my favorite position)

He bursts out laughing and turns his head to not look at you. You chuckle and move to try to look at his face but he was stubborn to not let you have a peak.

“That was good right?” You ask in a teasing voice, making sure he heard you loud and clear.

He coughs and goes back to his previous position. He faces you and clears his throat, “uh oh, yeah. Yep.”

Panic came in and you quickly wanted to clear it up, feeling bad about it, “I mean it’s true but listen I just thought it’d be funny-“

“No, no it was! I just-“ he stops himself from finishing and you notice that his cheeks were red.

You bite your lip and nod, “not mature for that type of conversation?”

He laughed, noticing how you used his previous words against him and shook his head, “I absolutely am. You just surprised me is all.”

“Hmm okay, fair enough.” You say and he nods, giving you a toothy grin to show it was alright.

He stayed silent, calming himself down from having any thoughts he shouldn’t be having as you admired his face.

His eyebrows were thick but kept nice. He had a pretty nose, pretty eyes, and pretty plump lips. You stared at those for a few seconds wondering what they’d feel like on yours.

Then something popped up in your head and to make him feel comfortable again, you asked, “Oh I have a question, what’s your ideal first date?”

He smiles, appreciating the sentiment and answers, “is it bad that I love a good movie and a nice dinner?”

“Oh absolutely not. Honestly I loveeee those types of dates.” You respond with a wide grin.

“Plus movies are fun! I love a good action or horror flick.” You add, making him nod, “they’re amazing.”

All of a sudden you hear yells from the fire pit then from all over the villa. You see Peter B jump up from the daybed and MJ stands up as well while he waves you guys over.

You jump up from your seat, grabbing your cup from the grass then walk towards them, “is it time?”

“Oh it’s fucking time!!” Peter B yells in excitement and MJ chuckles, “Listen as long as there’s nothing to do with toes, we’re good.”

That makes him whine and Miguel comes up from behind you and laughs, “not all of us are on the same level of freak as you, my man.”

He pats him on the back making Peter B roll his eyes, “it’s not even that bad.”

You all made your way towards the firepit and everyone was slowly making their way there as well.

You only prayed that it wouldn't be so bad because surely your first game would be easy, right?

next part

[agendabymooner]

she's beauty, she's grace ! sergio 'checo' p. x ofc (miss philippines!ofc)

summary: the red bull driver sergio perez has married a long-time fan - who also happened to be the miss universe 2018 winner AND the mother to his two kids, carmella 'mella' ayala.

content warning: possible use of explicit language, established relationship, miss universe!ofc, fluff, dad!checo and mom!ofc, mentions checo and his proud bf moment, video clips + tweets and posts, what is proper grammar, mentions of characters from jenson button x ofc work and seb vettel x ofc piece (no storyline involved)

note: i used this face claim because i was one of those people that were screaming "PHILIPPINES" at the tv hoping that catriona gray would win. don't ask me why i made a checo one. there's something about that man that had my internals screaming for a moment so i've been at this thing for HOURS. i should probably update my masterlist soon before i start packing my shit and going 😭🤠 enjoy xx

masterlist

MISS U(niverse), CHECO ❤️ | MELLA TALKS ABOUT BEING CELEBRATED IN MEXICO BY HER BOYFRIEND'S FAMILY | CARMELLA AYALA HOMECOMING 2019 w/ VICE GANDA by abscbn

HOST: VICE (GANDA) GUEST: CARMELLA AYALA

[translation: mi rana pequeño = my little frog]

tagged schecoperez

liked by carlossainzjr, danielricciardo, christianhorner

user1 my little frog 😭

user2 WHICH ONE IS A HARRIE?!

carmayalaprz bitzy but he's at the hotel rn 😅 he's taking a break from chiquito

user2 even froggys need a break too 😩🙌

schecoperez what do you mean mr. bitzy's at the hotel 🧐

carmayalaprz what do you mean by that love? 😄😊

schecoperez 😊

maxverstappen1 uh oh. i wouldn't play this game with carma if i were you checo 🤔

redbullracing i agree with max on this one

christianhorner i don't really mind being introduced to bopit and bitzy every time 😕 liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz i hope gp's the same because there's gonna be a lot of that soon 😅

danielricciardo how much plushies does he have for the trip rn?

carmayalaprz without cece's? about seven. apparently the whole pack either come or be left at home but we all know the chances of one being left alone in the cold dark place

danielricciardo i can barely imagine ribb being left alone at home- can you just imagine that poor frog crying for his friend?

carmayalaprz i can never 😔

tagged schecoperez, artsforyouth, artsforkids

liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton, adaabbott

adaabbott ah yes! the efficient cardboard crafting camp! my favourite activities yet! liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz i had my biggest proud wife and mom moment just watching serg and silas make those houses 🥰

adaabbott haha! i can imagine! poppet and jens definitely tried their best working together!

user1 silas and sergio perez are the most iconic duo since sebastian and michael 😍

user2 i love how hands-on you and checo are when it comes to your little ones!

carmayalaprz thank you so much! us parents are trying despite the busy schedules, you know? 💖

danielricciardo i hope you guys brought earplugs. god knows how much of a screamer silas is 😭

schecoperez daniel for the last time he didn't intentionally try to break your eardrums 🤠

carmayalaprz try babysitting them, you'll get used to it eventually

danielricciardo maybe next time, yes?

user3 danny would probably add more to the noise if anything ngl 😭

schecoperez am i ever glad to take your and silas' attentions away from the stupid frogs 😄 liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz don't say that about those frogs 🤠 i was shedding blood and tears swiping my card after passing by that store

schecoperez maybe next time let's not go to a mall with a build a bear store 🤔

carmayalaprz i agree. we might have pavlov'd our son with the build-a-bear stores we come across to

maxverstappen1 so i should return the froggy i bought him then...?

redbullracing you know the right answer to that max.

the perez kids

silas milo ayala perez

cecilia morgana ayala perez

[sudokufriend]

hmm ok. today i need to 1) ask my mom if i can help replant the almost completely uprooted pepper plant on our balcony. poor man is half toppled. 2) record the first section of my radio drama. 3) probably write more of it.

i also need to check when my books are coming because i miss reading physical books… i’m very much returning to physical books from ebooks and it’s like it’s raining after a years long drought.

uhhh might take pictures of my toys or stuffed animals for my plushie sideblog… we’ll see.

oh and i’m going to go see our chickens it’s been weeks since i’ve been down in the garden. very sad.

oh and i need to take my odansetron so that i can actually do any of these without doubling over with nausea 👺

probably not playing disco elysium today because i’m afraid of meaningfully making progress and hard decisions in games. maybe when my siblings come home from school i’ll be courageous enough to try.

not going to watch house md because i’m afraid TM.

uhhh will probably do some divination/spirit communication w/ playing cards with the pepper plant if they feel up to it.

definitely going to be watching copious amounts of danny gonzales he is very funny and i like watching his videos. they’re so silly.

hopefully my new irl acquaintances will keep messaging me so i have people to talk to as well :)

i also want to shower today, it’s been a couple of days… hopefully i have the energy for it

[demonic0angel]

The “Imaginary” Friend one-shot is out! Read it here on AO3 or here!

CW: non-graphic violence, murder, arson, emotional manipulation, domestic abuse (from Willis Todd)

When Jason was little, he had a friend. It was only when he was able to understand words that he noticed that his "friend" wasn't very real.

"Mom, you don't see her?" Jason asked again in dismay. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that nobody could see his friend! Couldn't they all see her red hair, blue eyes, and nice smile?

His mom looked at him with an odd look. "No, sweetie. She's imaginary, of course I can't see her."

Jason stared at her, trying to detect the lie, but he couldn't see it. Biting his lip, he turned to Jazz, who stared at him with big eyes and a small frown, looking as worried as he felt.

Again, he repeated, "You really can't see her?"

"No, I can't."

He accepted the pat his mom gave him while he stared, disgruntled at Jazz.

She was totally real!

… right?

The door opened and his mom stood up quickly, pushing him away and striding to the kitchen to prepare a meal. Jason stiffened and skittered away to his room, where he silently shut the door. Already, he could hear the shouts coming from his dad as he yelled at his mom.

"You stupid, slow bitch! What the fuck did I say about making dinner, huh?!"

Jason trembled in place, his heart aching as he resisted the urge to go out and help his mom. The last time he had done that, he had been hit so hard that his head knocked against the walls and his mom's screams had alerted the neighbors to them. That incident had made his dad control himself for a few weeks, but the fear and anger in his mom's eyes made Jason regret it.

He had been scolded so much that time, so he didn't know what to do now.

He couldn't leave his room, so he could only sink to the floor and wave Jazz closer. Jazz sat next to him and said, "My parents weren't like this. They're neglectful."

"Neglectful?" He asked. "You remember them?"

She shook her head. "It was a long time ago. I just recall a few memories. I had a brother named Danny."

"A brother?" He asked to confirm, and she nodded again. Jason blinked and thought about it. "I think I'd like some brothers. We could play games together!"

"Nuh uh." Jazz shook her head. "Siblings are annoying. They cry all day when they're babies. And poop all the time." Like an afterthought, she added, "They're stinky."

Jason snickered. "Then maybe I can have a big brother instead!"

Jazz sneered. "Why not a big sister?"

"Ew, girls are weird."

Jazz gasped in offense and then said, "Fine then! I curse you to have two younger brothers! And they'll fight all the time!"

Jason gasped and blurted, "Wait! I'm sorry! I'll have two sisters then!"

He knew that she said strange things, so he wholeheartedly believed that she had cursed him.

Jazz gave a pretentious 'hmph' and then said, "Fine. Then I'll mend the curse. Two younger brothers, two sisters, and a big brother. Okay?"

He nodded, agreeing immediately before she changed her mind and gave him three younger brothers.

With a sudden sinking heart, he realized that it didn't really matter. His mom said she was fake after all. Her voice, her looks, her everything, it was only his imagination.

"What's the matter, Jay?"

Even her nickname for him was probably fake.

But whatever. Jason would enjoy this anyways.

He smiled at her and said, "Nothing."

Jazz stared at him for a few moments, before she turned away and then said, "I think you should kill your dad."

Jason nearly jumped out of his skin, standing up in alarm to look down at her. "W-What are you talking about?! Kill him?!"

There was a loud crash outside his door and Jason clapped his hands over his mouth, sliding back down to the floor. He gave Jazz a glare, who smiled apologetically. When there was only more murmuring outside, he turned to her and said, "Why would you say that?!"

Jazz shrugged. "I don't know. Don't you think about it sometimes?"

"No! Normal people don't kill!" Jason said sternly.

Jazz stared at him for a moment, before she went, "Hmm," and then turned away again. Jason stared at her, baffled and definitely horrified.

How could he kill someone? Didn't her parents teach her that things like that were bad?

Jason suddenly remembered her parents ignoring her and he swallowed back the scolding words. Still, he felt uncomfortable with the thoughts that Jazz had now given him, because he couldn't help but imagine pushing his father down the stairs and getting him out of their lives once and for all.

Jazz remained silent for the rest of the day.

And Jason thought about it all night long.

————

Only a few weeks later, as Jason watched his dad grab his mom by the hair and toss her into a wall, he made his choice. He waited until the next morning, when the sun was still dark out, to push his father down the stairs when he went out to empty his bladder.

He and Jazz watched his father's head crack open on the ground and shine with a dark liquid, only barely shining red in the rising light of the sun.

"Come back inside, Jason." Jazz said. "Someone will see."

He went inside mechanically, quickly slinking back to his room and nuzzling against his thin pillows as Jazz sat next to him.

"I'm proud of you," she said quietly, and for a moment, Jason feared the person he would become with her praise.

————

He had thought that with his father's death, things would become better.

It did not.

Somehow, his mother had become depressed and people started to collect themselves around her.

One man in particular was uncomfortably close with her, always getting into her space and ignoring her stammered protests. He also would viciously glare at Jason every time he came nearby to get between them, but since Jason knew that he was afraid to hurt him in front of his mom, Jason took advantage of that to be really obnoxious.

"You should kill him too, Jay." She whispered, a trace of ghostly fingers brushing across his shoulders.

Jason stared at his soapy hands, in the midst of washing dishes, and he mumbled, "You're not real."

Ever since he had killed his father, he had regretted it.

A human life was too easy to take and it scared him.

"Are you sure about that? You suspected it, haven't you? I've helped guide you for so many years, Jay. Since you were a baby. It's been so long— how come I haven't disappeared yet?"

"... maybe I've been crazy from birth."

"Do you really believe that?" She asked, and he resisted the urge to shake his head and say no.

He didn't believe that.

But who would believe him if he said that his imaginary friend wasn't so imaginary and was actually real? Who would believe him if he said that the reason why he killed was because of her? Who would believe him if he said that his actions were influenced by a person nobody else could see?

He couldn't even believe it himself.

"Do you think I'm a bad influence on you?" She asked and he nodded.

"You are." He said without malice.

She laughed a little. "I am a bad influence." She admitted. Her fingers brushed against his shoulders. A trail of goosebumps rose wherever she touched, but he couldn't even tell if she had actually tried touching him or if he was imagining it all and his body was reacting to his thoughts.

Arms curled around his neck. He could feel the faint coldness of her body, but he felt no touch.

Was she even real?

"Jay," she said softly, "are you angry at me?"

"No."

It was the truth.

"Then why aren't you looking at me?"

Immediately, he tensed. He couldn't, because looking at her seemed to confirm his thoughts that she wasn't real and he was simply hallucinating.

It was terrifying.

He was scared.

Something touched his cheek and Jason couldn't help but turn around to look at her, his eyes wide. "D-Did you just kiss me?"

Jazz smiled, a faint blush covering her cheeks. "Yeah."

Jason's face felt hot. He didn't know what to say. Did she like him in that way? They had grown up together and although Jason had always entertained thoughts of marrying her when he was little, he was older now. And she wasn't real. What the hell was he all worried for?

Jason blinked out of it.

"I..." he started, but Jazz's ghostly fingers brushed against his lips to make him stop speaking and he paused immediately.

"It's okay if you don't believe me or yourself. You're not crazy, Jason. I'm real. I'm real and I'm with you right now." She smiled sweetly, and Jason relaxed unwillingly, his heart and body trusting in her words completely, even while his mind denied it all.

"I... I—"

"Shhh..." she shushed him softly. "Trust me, Jason. When have I ever lead you astray? When have I ever done you wrong? When have I ever lied to you?"

... she had never.

Jason closed his eyes so he couldn't see her. The moment he did, he could almost feel how disappointed she was as she was immediately silent and still. He was conflicted. He knew that murder was wrong, but when Jazz spoke so sweetly to him, he was afraid of what could happen. He was afraid that he would never be the same again if he continued this pattern of killing at her command.

"... I see." She said. "If that's how you feel, then I guess I'll just leave."

Fear, worse than the one he had felt when he had first killed, immediately washed over him like cold ice water. His eyes snapped open and he called out, "Wait! Wait, I'm sorry."

She paused.

He had never seen her leave him before. From as far as he could remember, he had never been separated from her side. They had been together through all hardships. He had never experienced a life without her and he didn't want to experience one now.

He immediately apologized. "I'm sorry. I-I'll do what you say."

Jazz frowned lightly when she faced him. "I don't want to force you. If we cannot agree, then it is better that we just separate or we'll fight all of the time."

"No! Please don't leave me!" Jason began to cry. He hadn't cried since he was a baby, and he felt even more ashamed of it now. He furiously wiped away the tears as he stuttered, "I-I'm just scared. But I don't want you to leave me."

She was quiet for a moment, and then she said, "Alright. Then I'll forgive you. I don't want you to be sad, Jason. I want you to be happy. I was made for your happiness." With that, she smiled a little and reached out. Her hands went through his tears but the sentiment of the gesture still made him calm down.

He sniffed and then asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Be yourself, Jason. And come when I call." She smiled and then sat next to him. For the next few hours, they sat there in silence, with no other words left to say.

————

The man had killed his mom when she had refused his proposals too many times. The townspeople did not punish him for it, and he hated them all the more.

Even when his father had been publicly abusing him, they had done nothing but give condolences to his mother. They hadn't even offered food or coins, only their empty words.

So with a cold fury, Jason had slaughtered the man who killed his mother with a butcher's knife and fed him to his own pigs.

"What happens when I kill people, Jazz?" He asked, as he cleaned up the mess he had made. Jazz looked proudly at him as she stood next to his side, a reassuring presence as always.

She smiled. "You make me stronger. And soon enough, I'll be able to meet you and we can be together forever."

Jason's breath caught in his chest. "Forever?"

"Forever," she said firmly, and Jason was filled with such a sharp sense of longing that it surprised even him.

"Okay," he said with a nod. "You and I will definitely meet!"

She chuckled and didn't say anything else.

————

Jason grew older.

He was past the age where he would cry if anybody left him, but he never lost that fear of losing Jazz.

He picked up a sack of flour and called out, "Where do you want this?"

"In the storage room! Fendrel will tell you where!" The baker's wife said.

Jason went into the storage room, where the baker's son sat on top of one of the flour sacks, fiddling with a puzzle toy.

"Hey, where do I put this?" Jason asked.

Fendrel sneered at him and said, "Stop kissing my parents' ass. You won't get more money that way."

"In what way were you kissing ass?" Jazz said and Jason had to hold back the urge to laugh.

It must've shown on his face because Fendrel's expression soured. 

"You're so goddamn annoying!" Fendrel spat. "You think that just because you're handsome and strong that you can do anything you want? Everyone knows that you're from a poor family and everyone knows that you're a disgusting orphan!" 

Jason raised an eyebrow. "And you can say all of that, while coming from a baker's family with both parents and still being worse than me?"

Fendrel gave a shout of rage and moved to lunge at him but Jazz gave a simple, "The baker's wife is coming," and Jason didn't dodge, letting Fendrel smack him.

The moment he staggered back, the door opened and the baker's wife saw what was happening.

"Fendrel! How dare you?!" She looked apologetically at Jason. "I'm sorry about him. Here, your pay." She handed him a few coins, more than his expected pay,  and then let him leave on his own with her fingers clasped around Fendril's ear as she dragged him about.

Fendrel yelped and pleaded and Jason watched with satisfaction before he left.

Jazz curled her arms around Jason, the light pressure of her weight a steady promise of what could happen if he continued to kill more people for her. She floated a little bit behind him, like how the stories would depict of ghosts.

In the past few years, she had grown beautiful and tall, even taller than him when she put her feet on the ground. Her red hair was long and straight, her eyes sparkled beautifully when she was happy, and her smile was one of the most radiant things he had ever seen.

Even her words were less childish, as if each kill that he gave her increased her knowledge. In a way, it was true. When he could afford to be distracted, she was always willing to offer random pieces of knowledge that he knew was useful to him. She had quickly become his mentor, friend, and most trusted confidant.

Seeing her grow alongside him, there but always out of reach, it caused the obsession inside of him to grow.

He lost the fear of what could happen as he grew older, losing his innocence with each new enemy he encountered when he was young, but he still refused to kill any of the innocent.

Because of that, he had only killed less than a dozen people in the past decade.

... still a lot, but not enough for Jazz to manifest herself.

But with each improvement of her form and her now being able to touch him, he was determined to find the right scumbag to sacrifice them to her.

Now...perhaps he found them.

"Should I...?" It was an unspoken question. Jazz rubbed her cold cheek against his neck and nodded.

"Yes. Take Fendrel for me, Jay. Create my body for yourself." She cooed.

Warmth oozed in Jason's stomach, curling up with satisfaction and pride.

"Got it, Princess," he muttered.

In a few days, he easily lured Fendrel to the cathedral on the edge of the town. It wasn’t difficult when Fendrel was easy to anger and Jason was quick on his feet and with his tongue. In a few moments, Fendrel was already chasing him with a mind consuming rage, thankfully with enough stupidity that he also called his buddies to follow so they could beat up Jason.

Along the way to the cathedral, Jazz whispered more secrets into his ear as they ran to the cathedral.

"The bookkeeper's wife is cheating on him with his brother."

"The youngest child of the seamstress died just a moment ago."

"The daughter of the miller is having a secret affair with the farmer's boy."

Jason just kept his breath in control and continued running.

When he arrived, he quickly ran inside the cathedral and turned around, where Fendrel stood at the door, panting and with a face full of rage.

"You're dead!" He snarled.

His friends caught up with them and they all entered through the door and went straight towards him. Jason stood in the middle of the cathedral, in front of the statue of the god of agriculture that the town usually worshipped.

Jason had been a little afraid of offending him when he had come in, but Jazz had already reassured him that he would face no consequences as long as he completed his mission to kill Fendrel and his goons. Two pairs of heavy gazes landed on him, one seemingly of great judgment while the other was gentle and loving.

The latter made him feel the most nervous.

Jason watched the boys in front of him try to intimidate him as they crossed over to him, before he looked up and tugged the rope that was attached to a large sack of flour that he had put on the ceilings. When he pulled the rope, the flour sack fell down with a heavy boom, putting flour everywhere.

The boys immediately began to cough, some having fallen down, and Jason took off running towards them, leaping upwards with a great jump and sailing over their heads before he ran to the door, threw it open, and then closed it. He locked it with the key he took from the local priest and then put a board over the lock, just to be sure.

The door was banged upon to no avail. They shouted and screamed and cursed, but Jason almost couldn’t hear them as blood rushed to his ears from the adrenaline.

Jason took a deep breath, looking into Jazz's calm eyes before he took a flint and steel out of his pocket.

He lit the cathedral on fire and took several steps back.

For a moment, the fire only calmly spread along the line of oil that Jason had put out early, before it went under the large door. He had planned everything so meticulously that it was almost ridiculous.

There was a moment of silence, and then the cathedral exploded.

Jason jumped and then smiled as the fire spread to the entire building and began to burn.

Several people had now been sacrificed for Jazz. It was a few more steps towards giving her a new body.

Soon, he would be able to meet her.

Suddenly, hands tugged him backwards into a soft chest.

A warm chest.

"Jazz?" He whispered. Could it be?

Was it actually enough?

"I'm here," Jazz said softly, laughing.

"You're here!" He beamed and turned around, eyes wide. Her cheeks were ruddy, her eyes glistening with the light of the fire, and her hair blew around her in waves from the heat and air.

She was so lovely that Jason didn't know if he was dreaming or not. Her hands were warm within his and his smile almost hurt with how much it stretched his face.

"You're really here!" He said again, unable to hold back his glee.

"Yes!" She said with another laugh. "I'm here." She brought one of his hands to her face and nuzzled his palm, her breath gusting over his fingers with warmth.

The glow of the raging fire behind them only made her look even more ethereal. She smiled and then said, "Thank you, Jason, for bringing me to this world."

She pulled him closer, and enchanted, he let himself be manipulated by her as she pulled his chin upwards.

"Let me reintroduce myself." She whispered with a smile. "I am Jazz, your own personal god of change and transformation. Jason Peter Todd, for your efforts in reviving me and bringing me into the mortal plane, I will make this world bow to your whims. Do you accept?"

He nodded dazedly and she pulled him by the head.

The fire burned behind them as she sealed their lips together with a promise.

With her here with him, they would never be apart again.

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Yes, later in the future, Jason will have two younger brothers who fight all the time, another younger brother, two sisters, and a big brother.

The reason why Jazz is a god of change and transformation is bc she changed and transformed Jason into who he was now, and Jason also changed and transformed her with each sacrifice.

On another note, the original idea of this fic was that Jazz was kind of like Jason’s subconscious that manifested into a girl that encouraged him to murder anyone and everyone that offended them. Some included Willis Todd, Felipe Garzonas, Sheila Haywood, etc. In the end, Jason becomes a gang leader of his own accord with his hallucination, Jazz, by his side. But that took too much brainpower from me so… this fic is more lighthearted than the others :)

Thank you to @meditating-cat for betaing!

[twilightarc-gm]

"Long" for the ask game?

Danny ❣❣❣ From this ask game here:

What a word choice, well you've seen most of my draft from the cx zine stuff and all my recent mainfic stuff, but I got a lot of WIPs going, so let's see~

So one of the series I am trying to update for a thematic time of year is the part 2 of Red Tin of Heresy - CX modern AU w/ cultivation E rated. The word "long" appears 14 times. The game says "the sentence" it appears in so it sounds like I am supposed to give you all of them??? Apparently I use the phrase "as long as" a bit too much so I am gonna figure out how to change that now...

How about just the fun ones?

💜🖤💜💥🖤💜🖤

His hair isn’t as long as it used to be—back when it was down to his ass and wavy like a waterfall.

💜🖤💜💥🖤💜🖤

As long as Jiāng Chéng knows the truth, Wèi Wúxiàn can lie all he wants. 

💜🖤💜💥🖤💜🖤

For how long will he be either before the two juxtapose in a way that sends their fragile relationship crashing again? 

💜🖤💜💥🖤💜🖤

🥰 Thank you so much for playing~

[iamtaran]

WIP Title Game! oh good lord

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

thanks @allyunabridged for the tag! Lmao I stared down the barrel of not one, but two google drives to gather these and all I can say is

😬

IN AN ORDER ONLY THE GODS UNDERSTAND:

The Twilit Gate (BG3, when in want of more fey bullshit in your BG3, do it yourself!!! TavxAstarionxGalexliterally everyone i'm gay alright???)

Island (The Guest/손 AU, horror and survivalism; Hwa Pyung, Choi Yoon, and Gil Young follow Park Hong Joo's and Park Il Do's machinations out to open sea, to an island with long forgotten history where the real struggle for survival begins.)

But For Grace (SW:Preq's, modern-character in GFFA aka "what to do when you accidentally change things and the Chosen One dies?", started as a silly question but now I'm committed; Qui-Gon Jinn lives; what would happen in a galaxy without Anakin Skywalker?)

The Mage's War (DA2 + DA:I, what if Bethany Hawke was the Herald, Modern/Avvar OC, playing Fade chicken with the Dread Wolf nbd, put on my tinfoil hat for this one re: the Fade, the Abyss/Void, Forgotten Ones, etc.)

In God's Eye (Vampyr, human!Jonathan, ekon!McCullum, Mary lives, I'm a hobby WWI & Spanish Flu researcher so hold your britches I have FEELINGS)

For Want Of Two (Vampyr, wanted more mythological beings & nemrod lore so I'll do it myself gdi, put-that-thing-back-where-you-found-it-or-so-help-me-god.gif ; JxMcCxOC)

Lights All Hung On Nothing (Star Wars Preq's to Clone Wars era, modern-character-in-SW with a big twist, Force + time fuckery, Ani + Obi focus, the butterfly effect changes everything)

The 72nd Cycle (SW: Mandalorian, AU - Grogu is not the only Force sensitive prisoner Gideon had captured. Without room in his ship for multiple students, Luke tags along, not expecting the sad Mando's ride Boba Fett (w h a t) to show up and offer the poor guy use of his bacta tank; well, soon-to-be-his. He just has to kill its current owner, Bib Fortuna, first. You know. On Tatooine(WHAT!!). Meanwhile, on Tattooine: Cobb Vanth gets the nagging feeling his life is about to become much more stressful.)

A Heavy Thing (KOTOR, amnesiac Revan works a shitty food service job on Taris and definitely isn't a Jedi/Sith/Soldier, I mean, clearly. Slice of life becomes tragedy becomes adventure becomes mystery becomes ??? RevanxCanderousxCarth DON'T LOOK AT ME)

Life, Happening (The Shining/Doctor Sleep introspective piece on Danny Torrance, life & death, what it means to be gone, and not gone.)

Led To Water (Mandalorian, Din takes off the armor having broken his Creed and, unsure what to do next, returns to Kuiil's homestead to brood and sweat manfully through his existential crisis; his friends help him through it.)

Mando'ad'ika (Mandalorian/Original SW movies, The Mandalorian is taken into custody and now Leia has to deal with a sweet but stressed frog lady, a green gremlin with too much Force power, and this intimidating tin can who won't budge. Since Han laughed at her, she decides to make it his problem, too.)

Time Travel, & Other Ways To Die (Mandalorian/SW:Bounty Hunter video game, Din & Jango centric, whilst trying to get to Grogu on his magical big rock, Din & Grogu end up chucked through time onto an outlaw space station. Jango Fett's no good very bad day begins. Coincidentally, it coincides with Din Djarin's SUPER no good very bad day. They most assuredly do not bond over this.)

I am, or was. (Dragon Age: Inquisition, a spirit takes an interest in Solas after he helps it in the Fallow Mire and begins following him around like a lost puppy. Which would be cute, if it weren't possessing more and more alarming vessels to do so. The Andrastians are starting to get a bit twitchy.)

Rookie, Shiny, Soldier, Spy (Mandalorian/Clone Wars, Din Djarin accidental time travel into the Clone Wars AU. Caught without his 'gam on a battle field and forced once again to wear trooper armor, he is Not Impressed--and why do all these guys look like Boba?)

This Prodigal Son (Hades/Dragon Age: Inq, Zagreus goes through the wrong Chaos portal. Magister Alexius finds a powerful spirit in the Fade and, as is his way, decides fuck it, we ball. Also his way, it doesn't go very well for him.)

Send me a title via ask and I'll post my favorite bit I've currently written!

Lmao this was wild to throw together given how many WIPs of age past are staring me down; these are just all the recents. Go ahead and chuck some WIPs out there if you're interested @singoallala @narwhalninja @mauverawrites @in-a-trans-like-state @terresdebrume and @jackironsides ! And if you don't/aren't currently writing, everyone loves to see the pet tax paid C:

[villain-sympathizer]

5 for adelynn / 10 for sunny / aaaand 15 for danni!

oh man you picked a tough one for sunny cause ive never actually thought about dialogue for her before LMAO so this should be fun

also, i'll add in your last ask with this too since im insanely late with it:

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5. What’s one hill your OC will die on (anything from a guiding moral position to a strong opinion about combining mint and chocolate)?

Adelynn is a firm, FIRM believer in the idea that Pro-Heroes should not be in advertising or campaigns. Their image shouldn't be associated with brands and products in the same way celebrities are, it just feels so scummy and cash-grabbing.

However, charity events are different, so long as the heroes don't gain any of the raised money for themselves. Because dude, if the Pro-Heroes (or the students in the future) did like, charity gaming streams? That would be hilarious. I'd kill to see Present Mic try and cook without a recipe as a charity stream.

When her Pro-Hero sister, Danni, eventually retires early (either her contract expires or she gets injured i havent decided yet lmao) she'll essentially be doing so many charity streams of random shit and gaming, with her music passion thrown in, and Addie will absolutely be making her own appearances in there as well.

10. Share a sentence of dialogue from your OC that you think represents them well.

Like I said, I've never thought about what Sunny has said before, literally I've only even thought about her actions LMAO. She's sadly the least fleshed out of the sisters.

Although, if she did, it would probably be something along the theme of saying she feels horrible for how her father treats her sisters simply because of their quirks and the fact that they're his step-daughters, and that if she could reshape his thoughts herself, she would.

15. How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

Danni is an ADHD icon, bro, she is always moving in someway and rarely ever sits still. If she's still for too long that's how people know somethings wrong LMAO.

When she talks or rambles she's always moving some part of her body, be it vague gestures of her hands or pacing in place. When she's singing or performing she's always moving her body in someway if she's not playing an instrument.

It's very common to see her playing with shadows if she's super bored in private. Imagine walking into the waiting room at like, the dentist and seeing the Number 3 Pro-Hero in America making and entire miniature replica of the civil war with shadows on the carpet.

When she sits it's always in a "I'm-absolutely-not-straight" way, sitting sideways on chairs w/o arms, legs tossed over the couch arm, feet on the coffee table, etc. If she HAS to be still or professional, say in a Hero briefing or meeting, one of her legs will always be bouncing or she'll fidget with her fingers.

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Topic: Love

For Adelynn, love comes from deep companionship, trust, and understanding. Familiar and platonic love typically hits her harder than romantic love, as romance is just a branch of friendship in her eyes. When she says she loves a romantic partner, in this instance - Tomura, her love stems from the mutual understanding and shared interests of each other before it reaches the romantic attraction, though it's definitely a part of it too.

Danni loves very easily, and it's difficult for her to really hate anyone. Dislike, absolutely, but rarely hate. She's able to make friends easily, and tends to become very attached to those that stay - likely due to her constant loneliness growing up as a sheltered kid. She says "Love you" to all her family and friends no matter what, because she does. Deeply. When it comes to romantic love, she tends to get insecure in regards to the other person's attraction to her. After a rough, verbally abusive and manipulative "relationship" with another Pro-Hero, her confidence in romance has severely plummeted. She's been called too masculine, too brash, too annoying, too muscled to be considered sexy or attractive. After starting a relationship with Nighteye, she's been very hesitant to do anything sexual because of it.

Sunny, being a senior in high school, isn't really focused on love, obviously. Sure, she's had plenty of crushes and a few partners here and there in her high school years, but she's more focused on becoming a suitable Pro-Hero like she wants to be - or rather, like her parents want her to be. Besides, once she's a Pro it's unlikely she'll have time for a relationship or starting a family. Although, after meeting a few UA boys during a heroics course trip, she's starting to subtly plan on making things work. If Danni and Addie could do it, surely she could too, right?

[spacedace]

Tim had no illusions that bringing Constantine in on the situation would be a particularly easy team up - if only for Constantine's inane ability to annoy every bat and bird in a fifty mile radius to the point of contemplating homicide - but he hadn’t expected it would go like this...

Neither Constantine nor Danny had so much as twitched in a good minute or so, locked in place standing there, staring at each other. The cigarette hanging from Constantine's lips had burned down and held a head of ash set to fall any second now. Tim hadn't seen either of them blink once in the entire time they'd been standing there.

He tried clearing his throat to get their attention. Constantine flinched, ash falling from the cigarette and body lurching away from Danny like he was expecting a blow. Danny snorted and finally smiled, making Constantine swear impressively- even for him - under his breath.

"Johnny Soul Crimes!" Danny greated finally, flashing a grin. His canines looked...more pronounced then they had earlier. "What did you do this time? Said the 'w' word around Desiree? Try and steal a book from Ghost Writer? Flirt with the wrong entity and got yourself stuck in another marriage pact?"

Constantine took a long drag of his cigarette - which was almost impressive with how little was left - and shot Tim a scathing look. "I was told by a certain brain dead bird that there was some mortal that was in over his head with a ghost." Turning back to Danny his expression turned a bit more...contrite? Definitely nervous. Which was...a thing. That Constantine was nervous around friendly, cute, harmless Danny.

Wait, how did Danny know about the soul stuff?

"Instead, I get drug all the way down to this fucking shit hole - no offense -" He added, not to Tim, whose city he insulted, but to a particular dark corner of shadows that...why where they moving like that? There was no light source that could be causing them to move like that...actually, what light source was responsible for those shadows? "To find that it's not some stupid sod trying to play Ghost Buster, but you of all nightmarish little pricks."

Danny's grin widened, too many teeth and not enough amusement to justify them. "My friend Red Robin," The word friend had a strange....weight to it. Not bad, but heavy in a way that made Tim's cheat warm and made Constantine flinch again at the same time, "Was nice enough to call you down here to help me out, and you insult all of us that way? Awfully rude Shatter Soul."

"You guys know each other."

It wasn't really a question, more just a reminder to them that he was there. Maybe a bit of a distraction before Danny started throwing punches at the mess of a magician. Constantine was good at aggravating people but it looked like he was speed running the introduction to threats of bodily harm pipeline this time.

Danny flashed Tim a sly smile, warmer and less...fanged...than the one he cast Constantine. Tim did his best to ignore the fluttering in his chest as Danny gave a cheeky wink on top of the smile.

"We've crossed paths once or twice." Danny said, "Johnny Boy has a tendency to get in over his head."

Tim frowned. "It sounds like you've helped him out more than he has you." He glanced at the magician in question to see the man yanking a flask from his signature trench coat and seemingly to empty it in one go. "Is he not going to be any help with Phantom?"

A spray of cheap whiskey nearly splattered all over Tim as Constantine choked and sputtered. Tim shuffled away, not keen to spend the night smelling of bottom shelf rot gut.

"Phantom? You called me down here about Phantom?" Constantine shook his head, casting an annoyed look at Danny. "No, I don't know what game this is but I'm having no bloody part in it. I'm out you demented little shit."

And then he just...left.

Tim blinked at the spot Constantine had just teleported himself away from - noting the split second of surprise on the man's face just as the spell took hold and the tinge of sickly green that had crept in at the edges of his magic - before turning back to Danny.

He might have to re-evaluate his understanding of the situation.

"Wanna get gelato?" Danny asked, smile sweet and face hopeful as he looked at Tim, entirely unbothered by the entire thing. "We could split a cone, what'ya say?"

...maybe later. After gelato.

The "Rookie"

Danny became a ghost hunter when he got out of Amity. It started out as a big joke, he accidentally said that he "captured" himself to the local vigilantes (as an excuse, he didn't wanted them asking where he had seen his ghost form), and the Bats frowned before accepting it. They welcomed the help of an expert, albeit grudgingly.

He really thought it would stay that way and everyone will follow their lifes as normal, like a fool.

He thought it was a one time thing but the bats kept showing up at the wrong time and he kept acting like he capture the "old ghost", again (Red Robin told him they appreciated his service after his last fake battle); on one occasion they even tried to get him a mentor!

Danny would appreciate a reason to stop pretending to hunt himself down, it was getting ridiculous. He had to fake a "rivalry" and it was getting more awkward every day.

For his part, Tim was worried about the inexperienced ghost hunter that kept fighting with a rogue ghost (that keep escaping, maybe the ghost was too powerful?), he wondered if he should call Constantine to help the boy.

[carelisswriting]

I wrote something based off a prompt by @epkot94 https://at.tumblr.com/epkot94/dp-x-dc-idea-time-so-eventually-danny-tells-jazz/8wbwdhtc71pm

 I hope y’all like this, this is the first bit of my writing I’m posting on Tumblr! I also crossposted this on Ao3, which is https://archiveofourown.org/works/45308998 

Btw, I adore @proshipper-on-ship and @kine-iende thinking of Dan calling Danny ‘Mom’, so that’s in here too!

EDIT: @lenacraft drew some amazing fan art of the Phantom royal family here! https://at.tumblr.com/lenacraft/im-still-trying-to-figure-out-how-i-wanna/u0n7lg2g8eo9

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Dan liked being one of the ‘good guys’, don’t get him wrong. He enjoyed saving people, and being seen as a superhero. What he didn’t like was being on a team.

Oh he could work with them just fine, but Ancients did they get on his nerves. Superman constantly checking in on him, Batman trying to figure out his identity (he didn’t have one in this universe anyway, take that asshole), Flash trying to befriend him. All in all, Dan was not a fan of his coworkers. (Ellie insisted that he secretly liked them, but she was wrong and also being very annoying about it.)

They were being particularly annoying today. Flash hadn’t stopped talking for the last 20 minutes. They were all in the main meeting room, for some sort of meeting. Honestly, Dan hadn’t been paying attention, so he had no clue why they were all here. Batman was droning on at the front of the room, something about a cult? Dan had no clue, and really didn’t care enough to listen.

He was idly tossing his thermos (which he still hadn’t told the Justice League the purpose of) back and forth when John Constantine burst into the room.

“We’ve got a problem.” He said, slightly out of breath.

Everyone had stopped talking when he burst in, turning to stare at the man. Batman sighed, before asking “What is it?”

Constantine came up to the table they were all sat around, setting down an ancient looking book across the table from Dan. He noticed that the title was in something similar to Ghostspeak. Interesting. He wasn’t gonna tell any of his coworkers about it, though. They all thought he was an alien, which technically he was, and it would be suspicious for him to know some random magical language, even vaguely.

“Someone is summoning powerful entities from a dimension parallel to ours, using this book.” Constantine said, gesturing to the book “I brought my copy, but I don’t know how to stop these beings.”

“Why?” Batman grunted out the question, already flipping through the old book.

Constantine sighed aggressively, pulling out a cigarette. He lit it, before answering sarcastically “I don’t know, maybe because they’re significantly more powerful than most beings from this dimension? Maybe because they have an insane set of abilities?”

Batman grunted in acknowledgement, turning back to the book.

A few moments passed, before everyone started talking, shouting questions over each other. Dan sighed. This was going to be a long day.

\(oo)/

A few hours passed, everyone still trying to figure out what the hell to do. Well, almost everyone. Dan had long since given up on planning, playing a game on his phone under the table. It wasn’t like anything could actually be a threat to him, and if it was? He’d just call Danny. He’d prefer if his coworkers figured something out, however, so he hadn’t bothered telling them about the fact that he could probably deal with whatever this was in a snap. If they still hadn’t figured anything out in the next hour, he’d deal with it.

Wonder Woman looked up from the book Constantine had summoned for her to read through, hoping it had answers.

“Where are these entities from? You didn’t say what dimension it was.” She asked.

Dan realized that no one had thought to ask that anytime in the last few hours. Seriously? He knew that most of his coworkers were stupid when it came to magic and stuff like it, but seriously? He slipped his phone back into his pocket, wanting to see where this was going.

Constantine glanced up from where he was studying a leatherbound tome. Dan couldn’t see what it was about from here, but he bet it was unhelpful, considering how much Constantine had been glaring at it over the last few minutes.

“The Infinite Realms. It’s an extremely dangerous dimension, home to the dead.” Constantine answered, his tone grim.

Dan couldn’t help it. He chuckled. His coworkers looked at him like he was insane, which only caused him to laugh harder. He bent over the table, laughing.

“Something funny, Phantom?” Batman asked, glaring at him.

(Dan had stolen Danny’s superhero name, it was his first anyway. And besides, everyone found it hilarious, including Danny.)

Dan theatrically wiped a tear from his eye before replying “Yeah, it’s so damn funny that he said that with a straight face. I mean, c’mon, ‘extremely dangerous’? Maybe if you’re an idiot.”

Superman raised an eyebrow at Dan, before exchanging a look with Batman.

“Have you been to these ‘Infinite Realms’?” Superman asked, voice calm.

Dan snorted “Yeah, of course. Ancients, if the problem’s just some guy summoning ghosts, I’m just gonna call my mom.” Dan could deal with it himself, but where was the fun in that?

He pulled out his phone again, dialing Danny’s number. The ‘mom’ thing had started as a joke, but honestly? It fit Danny so well, and Ellie already called him that, so why shouldn’t Dan?

“Why are you-“ Flash asked, before being cut off by Batman.

Batman glared at Dan “What are you doing.” He asked flatly.

Dan laughed, waiting for Danny to pick up.

“Calling my mom, duh.”

Batman gave an aggravated sigh, and went to speak.

Danny picked up, and Dan immediately started talking, cutting off whatever Batman was about to say.

“Hey, so, apparently some asshole is summoning ghosts and causing problems over here. Thought I’d have you deal with it.” Dan said, explaining quickly. The Justice League stared at him, shocked and very confused. Dan hadn’t told them anything about his family, so their reactions were pretty justified.

Danny sighed “Not even gonna say hello?”

Dan sarcastically cut him off “Hello!”

Danny sighed again, but Dan could tell he was amused. They shared a sense of humor, Ellie had the same one too. Perks of being a clone/evil future self and their original/past self (Their relationships were all kinds of funky, but it worked for them.)

“You said someone is summoning ghosts? I’ll be there in a sec.” Danny said, before hanging up.

Dan put his phone away, finally glancing at his coworkers. They all looked extremely confused, except Batman who was fuming, and Constantine who looked wary.  

“Who was that?” Batman growled.

Dan looked at him, the picture of innocent confusion.

“I already told you, my mom. He’ll be here in a moment.”

Dan could see Flash mouthing ‘he?’ to himself a few seats away. Dan relished in the sense of confusion he was causing. It was extremely funny watching his coworkers flounder in the face of Dan’s sheer chaos.

Constantine took a moment to speak “I don’t think-“

He was cut off as a green portal opened up in the middle of the room, above the table. Everyone, excluding Dan, went still as it appeared.

“What the-“ Superman started to say, as Batman pulled out a weapon. They were both startled by a white and black blur flying out of the portal and attaching itself to Dan.

Dan was knocked out of his seat as Ellie bowled him over. He tumbled down to the floor, falling flat on his back. Ellie grinned at him, sitting on his chest.

“Got you!” she gleefully yelled out. Dan chuckled, gently shoving her off him. He sat up, and was greeted with his coworkers, who all looked ready for a fight. Their faces switched to confusion when Dan just blankly stared at them.

“What’s up?” He said, slightly sarcastically.

Ellie floated into the air, hanging upside down in front of Dan.

“Well, you were just tackled by someone they don’t know.” She pointed out, a grin on her face.

Dan sighed, gesturing to Ellie “Please meet my little sister, Ellie. She’s an annoyance.”

Ellie smacked him on the shoulder, before flipping around so that she was facing the Justice League, and also so that she was right side up.

“Hi! It’s nice to finally meet Dan’s friends!” She said, darting away when Dan attempted to hit her.

“They’re not my friends! We’re coworkers!” he shouted as she flew to the corner of the room, sticking her tongue out at him.

He sighed, before looking at his coworkers. Most of them were still stuck in a state of confusion, and Flash hesitantly asked “I thought your mom was coming?”

“Oh yeah.” Dan said, before yelling over to Ellie “Where the hell is Mom?”

Ellie floated closer “He was right behind me, so-“

The portal, which had slipped the Justice League’s minds when faced with the chaos that is Ellie, sparked as Danny stepped out, before it flickered out of existence.

Immediately, the aura of Danny’s power settled over the room. Being the King of the Infinite Realms afforded someone a lot of power, and death magic always affected people more than other magics. Also, the crown, ring, and cape made him look very intimidating. Combine that with his imposing stature (inherited from Jack) and he was downright terrifying. It was a comforting thing to Dan, who was used to Danny’s powerful presence. To the Justice League, however, it felt like the Grim Reaper himself had just come for the souls.

Danny looked around, spotting Ellie floating up above the table.

“Ellie, I told you not to scare them! We want to make a good impression.” He said, Ellie immediately darting down to stand next to him.  

“Sorry Mom, I just wanted to say hi!” Ellie defended.

Danny sighed, ruffling her hair.

The Justice League looked so confused. Constantine looked like he was about to throw up.

“That’s… King Phantom.” Constantine said, shocked, before he scrambled to stand in front of the Justice League.

“We didn’t mean to offend, I swear-“ Constantine started, before Danny cut him off.

“Dude, it’s fine. I just came cause Dan asked.” Danny said with a chuckle, slightly uncomfortable. He had gotten better at the formalities that came with kingship, but he still wasn’t that comfortable when people begged for his mercy, understandably.

It seemed to hit everyone then. That this terrifying man, and king, was who Dan had been referring to when he said ‘Mom’.

While his coworkers processed his chaotic family, Dan floated over them to stand next to his mom.

Danny smiled, ruffling Dan’s hair. They were almost the same height now, so Danny didn’t even have to stretch to reach it.

“How have you been? I know we talk everyday, but it’s not the same as seeing you in person.” Danny said, a soft smile on his face.

“I’ve been fine, Mom. It’s nice, helping people.” Dan replied.

Danny beamed at him “I’m happy it’s working out!”

“Yeah, and you haven’t even tried to kill someone!” Ellie cut in, a smirk on her face.

Dan reached out automatically to swat at her, but she dodged.

The Justice League seemed to snap out of their shock.

They are started to talk at once, before Batman yelled “Quiet!” over top of the noise.

“I believe introductions are in order.” He said, before muttering under his breath “especially as they’re some sort of royalty.”

Dan hadn’t told them about his enhanced hearing, so Batman had no way of knowing that the three ghosts could hear him perfectly. Dan and Ellie shared a smirk at how done the man sounded with them.

Danny clapped his hands, startling some of Dan’s coworkers.

“Yes, you are correct! Danny Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms, at your service!” Danny said cheerily.

Ellie spoke next “Ellie Phantom, Princess of the Infinite Realms.”

They both looked expectantly at Dan, who sighed.

“Dan Phantom, Prince of the Infinite Realms.”

Technically, he was also sort of the king, but it had been a different Infinite Realms that he conquered, so this one had decided he was a prince. He was fine with it, honestly being King sounded annoying.

Predictably, that led to another outcry from his coworkers. Constantine looked like he was having a mental breakdown.

When they had settled down, Superman asked “You’re a prince?”

Flash chimed in “Also, your superhero name is just your last name?”

“You’re the prince of the Infinite Realms. The place the entities are from?” Wonder Woman added.

Dan rolled his eyes at the questions, before looking at Danny pleadingly. Danny sighed, but answered the questions for him.

“Yes, we are the royal family of the Infinite Realms. And the beings there are called ‘ghosts’, by the way. Also, Flash, it was a superhero name before it was a last name.”

If anything, that answer made Flash even more confused.

Ellie stuck out her tongue at Dan “If you just told them about us, you wouldn’t have to deal with all these questions!” she sang out.

Dan groaned “Can you stop it for two seconds?”

“Nope!”

“I swear to the Ancients, I’m gonna-“

“Settle down, you two.” Danny cut in, stopping the argument.

Dan and Ellie gave him matching pouts. They loved arguing with each other over nothing, it was fun.

Danny sighed, before turning back to the Justice League.

“So, Dan said that you’ve got a ghost problem?”

Batman stepped forward.

“Yes. Someone is summoning ‘ghosts’ into our world and causing havoc. Constantine doesn’t know who, but they need to be stopped.”

Danny closed his eyes for a moment.

“Okay, got it. Some asshole in Central City.”

Constantine startled “How do you know where he is? I couldn’t find him, even with my most powerful tracking spells!” He shouted, before a look of immediate regret came over his face. He probably just remembered that he was yelling at a death god, or close to one.

Danny dropped his smile, his eyes going blank. His presence seemed to double, a crushing sense of doom coming over the room. Constantine realized just how much he screwed up.

“The Realms is connected to all, especially those who are going to die shortly.” He said, flatly.

Dan chuckled slightly at Danny’s scary act, sharing an eyeroll with Ellie. Danny tried so hard to be intimidating, and it never really worked.

(Meanwhile, the entire Justice League is trying not to faint. Constantine really needs a drink.)

Superman shook it off first, asking “Going to die shortly? Are you going to kill him?” his voice pitched down at the end, trying to sound threatening.

Danny laughed, the crushing aura receding “No, of course not!”

Superman nodded, relieved.

“I’m just not gonna stop the others from doing it!” Danny continued.

Immediately, the mood of the room plummeted.

“What do you mean?” Batman asked.

Danny gave them a sharp smile, Ellie and Dan mirroring it on either side.

“He is enslaving my people, Batman. I’m sure they’ll want justice for that.”

Danny turned, opening another portal above the table.

“I’ll go deal with the asshole. Ellie, Dan, let’s go.” Danny said, smiling at them.

Ellie patted Dan on the head, before darting through the portal.

Dan looked out at the Justice League.

“I’ll be back in a bit, don’t wait up.” He said. He was definitely going to take advantage of his family coming to visit him, he wanted to hang out with them a bit. Maybe show them Gotham? He knew Danny and Ellie would get a kick out of it.

With that, Dan walked into the portal.

Danny surveyed the Justice League for a moment.

“Thank you for helping Dan. Don’t be too annoying to him over all this, okay?” His words were light, but his tone was anything but.

Batman nodded seriously.

Danny smiled, stepping through the portal to go keep his kids from getting into too much trouble.

(Constantine looked seriously at Batman “Don’t call me for the next week, I need to get drunk. To deal with all…that.”)

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Prompt: Tears of Fear requested by @whumpsday

Characters: Danny, Kyle (OCs - Cat and Mouse)

knife = requested

bandaid = this prompt!

[TW PTSD, flashbacks, panic attack]

He'd been slowly getting settled into his new place. It was a nice little town, not too many people. Danny felt safer here. He'd even started willingly hanging out with Kyle, after months of them trying to get Danny to let them in.

They were hanging out at Kyle's place, playing video games, drinking a bit. It was fun, and for the first time in ages, Danny lost track of time. He didn't notice how the room was getting dark or how the glow from the screen managed to give the room a red tinge. Until he did.

He suddenly sat bolt upright, frantically looking for his phone. It was dead. His alarm to warn him about sundown long passed, unheard. His breath picked up as he looked around the room for some kind of clock. Any indication of the time in this windowless basement they had decided to hang out in.

Before, Danny hadn't even noticed any similarities between this room and the one he was kept in. But now, all he could see were the similarities.

"You ok?" Kyle asked, still paying more attention to the game than Danny.

"I d-d-on't-- Wh-what time is i-it?" He asked shakily, his eyes desperately searched the room, looking for every single possible entrance or exit. Danny's house was safe. He'd made sure it had the best defenses against vampires he could afford. He didn't know how secure Kyle's was.

"It's, uhhhh... almost 9:30." They said, finally pausing their game. "Why?"

"No, nonononono-- It's d-d-dark out." He nearly cried. He had always been careful, ever since he came home. This is why he shouldn't have friends, they're distractions. "I-I-"

He was about to bolt out the door, but one look back at his friend froze him. The glow of the screen, the large red pause button, made Kyle's usually blue eyes a bright, blood red. The look of concern on their face did nothing to ease Danny's panic, nothing could convince him that he wasn't staring in the face of a vampire. Again.

He couldn't help it, he broke down sobbing, sinking to his knees.

"Danny, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Pl-please, I-I-I c-can't. I'll d-do anyth-thing, wh-whatever you w-want." He wailed. "Plea-ase, I c-c-can't go b-back, do-don't take m-me back."

"What are you talking about? Back where?" Kyle asked as gently as they could, kneeling in front of Danny and meeting him on the floor. "Danny?"

"I'll b-be your bl-bloodb-bag, I'll behave, I-I pr-omise--" He wept, unable to meet his friend's eyes. His shaky hand reached up to the collar of his turtleneck, pulling it down to allow access to the vampire he was convinced was in front of him. "I'll b-be yours j-j-just, I c-can't g-go back to them, I c-c-can't t-take it."

"Oh shit." Kyle whispered, seeing twin sets of scars on Danny's neck. They stood quickly, sending Danny further into a panic as he scuttled backwards towards the wall of the basement. He kept rattling off pleas and apologies, his mind still stuck in danger despite his body being safe.

Kyle flipped all the lights on in the small basement, grabbing every blanket they could find to bring back to Danny. They wrapped him up as gently as possible, though he still flinched with every quick movement from Kyle.

"Danny, hey, can you look at me?" They placed a gentle hand on his cheek. They knew they probably shouldn't touch him, or they should ask or something, but they didn't know what else to do. "C'mon buddy, I need you to open your eyes. I need you to look at me."

Danny wouldn't dare disobey an order like that, especially not with this new owner he found himself with. He didn't know what punishments would be like, and he wanted to avoid learning as much as he possibly could. He cracked his eyes open, tears blurring his vision, which to him was good. He didn't want to look at the creature in front of him.

"Hey, there you are." Kyle smiled gently. "Danny, do you know who I am?"

"M-my new m-m-aster?" He said in a small, broken voice. Kyle's heart nearly shattered.

"No, no no no." Kyle answered, the fact that Danny had answered wrong wasn't lost in him, a fresh set of tears spilling from his eyes. "Oh, no, it's ok! You're not in trouble, I- Here, take a deep breath with me."

Danny saw no other option than to follow along with their command, though it did help in evening out their breathing.

"Good, good, you're doing great." Kyle assured him, moving their hand gently to his shoulder. "I need you to look at me really hard, ok? Look at my eyes, look at my mouth, my hair, ok? Can you remember who I am?"

Danny took a shuddering breath, meeting Kyle's eyes. Their blue eyes. Blue, not red. He looked at their mouth, no fangs. Their hair, blue like their eyes. Blue like Danny's friend.

"K-kyle?"

"Yes! Yeah, it's me, bud. Good job, I'm so proud of you. Do you know where you are? Can you tell me?"

"Y-y-your basem-ment?" He said uncertainly, looking past Kyle to the room around them.

"Exactly, great job." Kyle sighed with relief, Danny seemed to be coming down from the panic now, so now they just needed to keep him grounded. "You're safe, ok? I promise you're safe. You're not trapped here, no one here is gonna hurt you."

"I'm s-sorry." Danny said quietly.

"Nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry you were so scared. Is there anything I can do for you? Want some water?"

"Yes, please." He nodded, pulling the blankets tighter around himself. "Um, Kyle?" He called timidly, stopping them on their short walk to the stairs. "Please don't tell anyone."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Taglist - @whumpsday @pumpkin-spice-whump @ramadiiiisme @octopus-reactivated @wolfeyedwitch @whumpiguess @thecyrulik @whumpeedeedoo @morning-star-whump @interdimensional-chaos @annablogsposts @oddsconvert @melancholy-in-the-morning @paranoiaxagent @melennui @darlingwhump @no-terms-and-conditions-apply

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Unknown Caller

Ghostface x Reader Smut

Summary: Late at night, you start getting texts from the serial killer and your stalker, Ghostface.

Mentions of: Threats, Death, Stabbing, Sexting, Phone sex, Knife play, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Recording w/out Consent and Danny being super horny

Word Count: 2.4K

With an exhausted groan, you collapsed back onto your bed, letting the mattress suck you in. It had been yet another long, shitty work day, leaving you mentally drained and wanting to sleep.

The only thing that kept you from sleeping was how gross, sticky, and sweaty you felt from walking around in that shitty waitress uniform. It was a summer day in Florida, after all. Of course you would be burning your ass off. And somehow, the urge to take a shower overpowered your fatigue.

So after an extra moment or two of laying down, you got up, grabbing your phone and a towel, heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind you, just in case any unwelcome visitors came in. You knew exactly who that visitor was.

You tried to shake the thought of the masked murderer, not even daring to think his name. The last thing you needed tonight was having him come around. Maybe he would just give you a break for once and leave you alone. Maybe…

Sighing, you tapped at your phone, playing some music and stripping down. Stepping into the shower, you turned the heat all the way up, letting the hot water pour down onto your skin until it turned red. You washed off all the stress and trouble from the day, finally being able to relax.

Once you got out of the shower, you slipped on a black lacy bra with matching panties, using a robe to cover it up. You had grown used to spending the nights alone, with no one to take home, no friends to speak with.

You lost them all, since they all thought you were being crazy and paranoid about being stalked by Ghostface. Even after one of your dear friends died, (the only one who believed you) they still thought you were crazy. In fact, they thought you killed him. And the cops were no help either, thinking all the threats were just some prankster or copycat.

So now, here you sat on your bed, scrolling through social media, when you got a text.

Unknown: Evening, gorgeous

You stared at the message blankly, feeling your heart drop in your stomach. It was him.

You cast a protective glance over at your bedroom window, which had the curtains drawn and the blinds shut, as an attempt of giving yourself some sort of privacy from the stalker. Was he out there? Waiting outside the window to peek, or behind your door to jump out at you. Even though he’s been doing this for a while, you’d still never get used to it.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you began to type up a message to respond to him. You learned the hard way to answer his texts and calls.

(Y/N): What do you want to torture me with now?

Even though you were still quite afraid of the killer, there were times where you found him a complete nuisance, and got the guts to told him. This was one of those times.

Unknown: C’mon, don’t be like that. I have fun with the games we play. But I want to try something different tonight.

(Y/N): Like what?

Unknown: Like how I can see what you’re wearing and can’t help but wonder if you put all of that on just for me

You felt your face go a bright red, looking around and grabbing the hem over your robe, moving it over, attempting to cover up your body.

Unknown: There’s no use in covering it up now, I’ve already seen everything and it’s gotten me so hard

Looking at the text, you blinked a few times, making sure this was real. Maybe it was just some weird sex dream. You pinched yourself. Nope. This was real. The feared serial killer of Roseville was sexting you.

Unknown: You look so cute like that, all surprised and scared, it makes me want to cut you up and fuck you until you can’t walk.

Unknown: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Your mouth went dry as you tried to think of something to text him back with, your body running hot with arousal. You can’t believe this is turning you on. It really shouldn’t be.

Unknown: There’s no need to be so shy, (y/n). You know we can be honest with each other.

(Y/N): Yes I would

Unknown: Good girl

Unknown: My cock is just throbbing thinking about how nice and tight you would be, how good you would squeeze me, how I’d love to fill you up with my cum. And you’d love every second of it, wouldn’t you, baby?

(Y/N): Fuck yes

You rubbed your thighs together, feeling how drenched you were getting, a silent moan leaving your lips, not even realizing he was paying attention to every little detail.

Unknown: Shit, that was so hot. I’m really turning you on, aren’t I?

Unknown: You want to touch yourself don’t you? Want to get off on the dirty things I’m telling you? Well you can’t. Not unless you beg for it like a good girl.

You would object, but you knew you were too far in to stop yourself. It had been quite a long time since you had done something like this, and a part of you felt desperate. So, you did it. You begged.

(Y/N): Please, Ghostface. Please let me touch myself.

Unknown: Good. Go ahead, but take off that robe. You won’t be needing it.

Moving your arm out, you shrugged the robe off your shoulders, spreading your legs ever so slightly. Might as well give him a show.

You ran your hand down your stomach, moving it down to your hips, and then your thigh, while your other hand stayed high on your chest, running your finger over your clothed nipple. After a moment or two, you dipped your finger under the fabric, running it up and down your drenched slit. You played with your clit, leaning back and moaning softly.

Unknown: Fuck, I just want to run my knife all over the curves of your body

Unknown: Put two fingers in

You did as told, pushing two fingers into your opening, thrusting them in slowly. You didn’t even notice the distant flash of a camera recording you peeking out from behind your window.

You shut your eyes, biting your lip and arching your back, as you began to pick up the pace. The sound of your phone chiming managed to make you open your eyes, and snap out of your little fantasy, looking down at your phone.

Unknown: You look so fucking hot right now, I want to come in there and ruin you

(Y/N): Why don’t you?

Unknown: It’s tempting, but I need to do one thing first.

Unknown Number is calling…

You picked up, slowing your fingers. “Why’d you- why’d you stop?” He questioned between groans, his voice strained. So he was touching himself too.

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to-”

“Keep on going. Don’t stop. Add a finger.” He instructed.

An image of Ghostface stroking himself popped into your mind, making you pick up the pace. A string of mewls and whimpers left your mouth as you went even faster, feeling yourself grow close.

“You sound- shit, so nice babe. Makes me want to- even more-”

“Fuck, I’m g-going to- ah” Your body froze up, feeling yourself clench around your fingers.

It seemed like he was close too, considering how much he was panting, low groans and grunts. There was a brief silence on the other line, and you wondered if he hung up on you. But then, he spoke. “I’m coming in.”

He ended the call and you felt your heart leap in excitement, calming down from your high, and preparing for him to come in. You looked from the window to the door, wondering where he’d be entering.

A few minutes went by, and he still hadn’t shown up. A part of you wondered if this was some sort of sick game to humiliate you. If he was just going to leave you all alone.

“Miss me?” A familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you jump.

“Jesus don’t scare me like that.” You muttered, turning to face him.

“Why so grumpy? Is it because I kept you waiting? So impatient, so needy. I love it.” He grasped your chin, tilting your head and making you look up at him. He ran a gloved finger over your lips, tracing your cupid’s bow.

You felt your body grow hot at the contact, your thighs clenching together. He noticed, moving his hand away to finally give you what you so desperately craved. Grabbing your shoulders, he pushed you down on the bed, straddling you.

Slowly, he ran his knife over your skin, tracing it from your throat, down to your collar bones, and to your chest. It seemed he was being merciful tonight, because you could barely feel the blade against your skin, only a light tickle.

Moving his weapon to the middle of your chest, Ghostface sliced open your brassiere, splitting it in half and revealing your breasts. Well, there went your good underwear.

He ran his finger over your nipple, watching it harden under his touch, pinching it softly. The killer studied your expressions closely, taking in every single detail. The way your lips parted slightly, the way your cheeks heated up, and the way your eyebrows knitted together. God, you were so adorable.

Ghostface shifted his attention to your panties, cutting them off on the side, and pulling them down to your ankles slowly. He moved his hand back up to your opening, running his finger up your wet slit, feeling how soaked it was.

“So wet, all for me? I must’ve really left you waiting. Guess I better get to it then, huh?” His voice was smug, low, and full of mischief. You knew he was playing with you.

He rutted against his hips against you, making you whimper slightly. You knew he wouldn’t do anything, until you said it. “Please, fuck me, Ghostface.”

“Danny.”

You felt your eyes widen at his words. “What?”

“Call me Danny.” In all the time that you had known him, you never got a name out of him. But he was telling you it now. Why? Why was he doing this?

You were too busy processing what just happened to notice the sound of his buckle clicking, and his knife dropping onto the floor, while he was now holding his phone instead. The flash of a camera burned into your eyes, making you look up at him and snap out of your thoughts.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, squinting at the light and covering your eyes with one hand trying to hide the glare.

“Makin a little movie.” He grabbed your hands with his free one, moving them from your face and pinning them above your head. “And you’re the star. Aren’t you excited?”

“I- shit-” Before you could even respond to what he was saying, you felt his cock press up against your soaked folds.

He moved his camera down to your breasts, watching your chest heave, before moving it back up to your face. “Now what’s the magic word? C’mon, you know what to say. You’ve been saying it all night.”

“Please, Danny.” You begged, bucking your hips up against his hardened member. “Please what?”

“Please just fuck me.” You rolled your head against the pillow. He was driving you crazy at this point with how much he was teasing you and making you beg.

Finally, he gave you what you had grown desperate for, entering you with a rough thrust. It was painful at first, the killer not showing any mercy, but you forced yourself to grow used to it.

You moaned out, the feeling of fulfillment overcoming your already sensitive hole. You arched your back, grabbing onto his forearm, digging your nails into his muscle under his robe.

Tears began to stream down your face as you babbled, incoherent words slipping from your lips. It was too good, and you couldn’t think of something, anything, to say to describe it. He was fucking you stupid.

He zoomed in on your tears, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Damn, baby. Is it really that good? Do you love getting fucked by my cock that much?”

You didn’t speak, not even sure if you could. He pinched your nipple, making you yelp. “Y-yes! Its- it’s so g-good.”

Danny moved his free hand to your clit, thrusting even deeper, until he hit just at the right spot. You cried out, clenching around him. Moaning out for him to please never stop, to keep going.

“Oh baby, you think I could stop? Not with the way you’re clenching around and calling out my name, begging for- shit.” He grunted, feeling your walls begin to massage him, you were getting close. And so was he.

He nestled his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder, pulling his mask up his face, and biting down, breaking your skin and drawing your blood, his movements growing even harsher. While you dug your nails into his back, reaching your orgasm, Danny not too far behind.

The half-masked killer wiped the blood from his lips, grinning down at you. “There, I marked you as mine. You’re my little slut, got it? Say it.”

You nodded, eyes still shut, your mouth open with only moans and gasps escaping. You forced yourself to speak, voice all hoarse and raw. “I’m your slut, Ghostface- Danny- whatever, I’m all yours.”

“That’s it. Such a good girl. Fuck-” His thrusts grew sloppy, and he rubbed at your clit even harder, making you climax once again with him. He pulled out, releasing on your stomach, and ending the video.

He pressed a rough kiss to your lips, before readjusting his mask, cleaning himself off, and fixing his clothes up. All the while you laid there, nude, panting, and coming down from the intense high you just had. You felt another flash blind your eyes, and the sound of a camera clicking, knowing he just took another picture.

Moving aside your curtains and blinds, Ghostface unlocked your window, pulling it up and stepping through. “This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime. See you soon.”

[lapetitechatonne]

dp/dc ship week 2023 ideas

so, with ship week coming up i'm sure a lot of us are stumped on what ships we want to write. i know for me, i wanted to use it as an excuse to write ships i haven't gotten around to yet, or that have taken me by the throat. as the Batpham Server's Patron Saint of w|w and poly ships, i bring to you some rare pairs and ideas for ship week. these can be platonic or romantic!!!

First/Last

Jazz Fenton/Dick Grayson (Nightbirds) - you could play off how they're the first sibling, and if you want to make it angsty, how they're the last ones in their family to die.

Arranged Marriage AU

Danny Fenton/Duke Thomas (Will-o-Whisps) - Duke reads off of an artifact he found in the unused part of the manor and accidentally gives himself in marriage to the ghost king. after they figure it out, Danny decides he's pretty cute and asks him to coffee.

Holding Hands/Kiss

Dani Phantom/Lian Harper (Trick Shot) - it's hard to hold your girlfriend's hand when she makes you so nervous you turn into goo.

Soulmate AU

Valerie Gray/Kara Zor-El (Valkyrie) - for so long, when Valerie would write on her arm, no one would respond. when she decides that soulmates are a scam and she had bigger things to worry about, like keeping a roof over their heads, she finally gets a message in an unknown language.

Family/Friends

Dan Phantom/Tim Drake (Bad Ending) - with all their friends and family dead, a young Dan and Tim find themselves drawn together. with Dan's power and Tim's brain, nothing can stand in the way of this Bonnie and Clyde retelling.

Coffee Shop AU

Dani Phantom/Tim Drake (Travel Photos) - Tim didn't expect to find a girl on top of his favorite coffee shop when he snuck up to take photos of Batman and Robin. he gets her to trust him enough to go downstairs for a late-night hot chocolate and muffin.

Promise/Conflict

Jazz Fenton/Cassandra Cain (Speech Therapy) - Jazz promised Danny she would keep living after his death but she doesn't know how. Cass promised herself she'd never kill again, but if she isn't a killer what else is she? broken and conflicted, they meet each other.

Wings AU

Paulina Sanchez/Kara Zor-El (Star Struck) - Dragon!Paulina (whether she just kept some of the powers or was given the necklace by Dorathea) is flying around the midwest when she's spotted by another flying girl. naturally, they hit it off.

Secret Identity/Danger

Danny Fenton/Sam Manson/Tucker Foley/Tim Drake (Everlasting Insomniacs) - Tim is visited by a time god and given a mission to stop the catalyst of the end of the world. it starts with tutoring.

Friends to Lovers AU

Dani Phantom/Irey West (Short Circuit) - it's not abnormal to see a speedster in the Zone, in fact, you could even call it a normal occurrence. Dani's favorite visits are from a cute, sassy, redhead.

Fight/Heal

Sam Manson/Zatanna Zatara (Black Rabbit) - Zatanna didn't mess with necromancy. there were just some things magic shouldn't meddle in, and she knew that, so when the Justice League called her to interrogate a known necromancer, she's weary. Sam is at the same time exactly what Zatanna expected, and nothing like she thought. (fills the prompt because necromancy is the opposite of healing, which insinuates necromancy can heal too.)

Enemies to Lovers AU

Tucker Foley/Tim Drake (Techno Geek) - Tim is constantly trying to stop Hacktavist TooFine from breaking into the Wayne servers. it becomes something of a game, and Tim finds himself enthralled in the puzzle.

Royalty/Servitude

Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd/Roy Harper (Street Smarts) - Jason and Roy find themselves getting sacrificed by a cult to the Ghost King as his eternal servants. they weren't expecting Queen Regent Jazz to decline their offer.

No Capes AU

Danny Fenton/Clark Kent (Last Suns) - Danny always believed in aliens. it was part of the reason he became an astronaut. he never expected to actually meet one. he also never expected them to be a farmer.

this post has been such fun to make, i love a good rare pair and these prompts are killer. i won't be doing any of these, i have mine planned out already, but let me know if you'd like a sneak peek ;) or if you'd like more variations on the prompts. happy creating!!!

[gally-hin-phantom]

Because I have the worse AUs ideas asdfghjkl [and f the bad art quality I was artblocking]

AU where Danny is a kindergarten teacher at « Amity Garden » and the ghosts are human children that give him sooooooo many troubles & headaches

According to this au’s rules all full ghosts are children so Dan is a child too 🤷‍♀️🙃 and is Danny and an unnamed woman ‘s biological son for angst reasons

Additional ao3 link fic > here + More information and various additional sketches/drawings bellow the « Keep Reading »

xoxox

Skulker : Skulker is the smallest child of the kindergarten though not the easiest and often get into troubles. He spends most of his time trying to catch various wild animals and is quite talented at catching butterflies. His dreams is to catch a frog (they are too fast for him) and giving it to his tall “wife” Ember, who he is very proud of.

Ember : She is also a regular troublemaker and dreams of becoming one day a pop star (sweet innocence), she is also quite skilled at drawing & painting.

Lunch Lady: She spends most of her time playing “tea time” alone with random stuffs she found outside, like grass, leaves, rock, suspicious water… and if you don’t eat/drink what she prepares to you with so much care, she will become crazy mad, so no children want to play with her by fears. Outside of that she is quite a calm and pleasant child. Not a picky eater.

Box Ghost: Boxie is a child who likes to play the “bad guy” at playground, but since he isn‘t very good nor convincing, the other kids prefer to leave the “bad guy” role to somebody else anybody else. Maybe the most innocent kid of the batch, a bit loud but easy to take care off.

He also has weird tendencies with boxes, and loves the beanie his mother knitted, if you try to remove it he will cry.

Technus: He tends to bring portable console games at the kindergarten, making Danny confiscates it for the rest of the day and making him cry.

Desiree: People-pleasers, has a hard time saying no and so is often dragged into troubles. Love Disneys and dreams of becoming a princess. Hate boys.

Walker: Good boy who follows the rules. Hate by his peers. A snitch.

Johnny: “Of course having 3 wheels is harder than having 2 Ember, you don’t know how to count.” The sole kid who has a bike. Johnny has a black german shepherd puppy named “Shadow” that followed him everywhere, Danny allows Johnny to let it outside as a the kindergarten’s mascot as long as Shadow stays obedient. His best friend is Skulker.

Kitty: Johnny’s “wife”. Kitty is a very clingy and needy child, easily jealous if Johnny doesn’t give her attention, or if Danny is too busy taking care of another child instead of playing with her. Her best friend is Ember and they like creating troubles together, especially to annoy boys.

Fright Knight : He is a very skinny and is often sick, so he needs a lot of attention. Kind of very obedient. Was friend with Pariah, but he distances himself. Strangely now friend with Dan. Hates pumpkin dishes. Is scared of Halloween/ghosts stories.

Sidney: Kind boy who is often bullied by his peers (Danny constantly keeps an eye on him to protect him). Love super hero comics and old b&w cartoons more. Dream of becoming a super hero or a policeman to fight « villains ». Is friend with Dora.

Dorathea & Aragon: Aragon is a mean boy who enjoys playing “king” and the authority he has on others (especially his sister Dora), though Pariah always remind him who is stronger and the real “king” in the kindergarten.

Dorathea is a sweet girl who, like Sidney has a hard time being more assertive around her peers. Dreams of becoming a princess or a dragon, she didn’t decide yet. Friends with Sidney and Desiree. Has a weird crush on Fright Knight, and him too but they are too shy to say or do anything beside giving flowers 🤷‍♀️

The twin siblings have at home matching dragon’s plushies.

Spectra: She is obsessed by being quickly an adult, being pretty, princess etc… Very mean she is quite intelligent and sharp for her young age. Like to ask embarrassing questions to Danny just to annoy him even though she clearly knows the answer like : « where are babies come from ? » Is jealous of Paulina‘s beauty and her being an adult.

Pariah: Second most troublesome kid, Pariah is very nasty and spoiled. He is the most popular among the kindergarten but also feared, called “king” by a fair amount of children. Pariah also tends to fight easily or use strength to have what he wants. The only other kid who is able to fight back and have the upper hand is Dan, who gave him a black eye and a patch because Pariah likes to taunt Dan about the fact that he doesn’t have a Mother. They aren’t in best terms (they hate each other and fight a lot, to Danny’s despair).

CW and Sojourn: They are twins siblings and the oldest of the kids, probably the most intelligent and sharp too.

Cw likes to say that the days his hair are down he is “a girl”, and the days he ties his hair he is “a boy”, and doesn’t like the concept of gendered toys. He loves girls’ jewelries especially if it’s shiny. A bit quiet and cryptic, but still liked among the kindergarten. Favorite color is purple. Tend to avoid nap time, tend to REALLY avoid nap time, tend to cheat in games, tend to REALLY cheat in games. Has some weird sense of humor, quite dense sometimes, zero self preservation, dragged into troubles and have bad friends/loves interests tastes.

Sojourn, well, nobody really know Sojourn, he is very quiet and on the contrary of his twin brother who tries to make friends, he prefers to watch insects and loneliness. If he doesn’t like somebody Sojourn will ignore them, and makes clear he likes someone by sitting in companionable silence, so really it’s hard to tell the difference. Dislikes Dan.

Nocturn: Third oldest child after Clockwork and Sojourn, Nocturn is a child with heavy narcolepsy. Not often in trouble, easy to take care off, he sleeps a lot and won’t skip nap time for anything in the world. Nocturn carries his favorite stars blanket everywhere and don’t share it with anybody beside his best friend Clockwork. Try really hard to force Clockwork to sleep and sometimes most of the time prevent him of doing something stupid (is probably Clockwork‘s sole friend with a minimum of common sense).

Paulina : Danny’s coworker, she is very kind and patient, and way more respected in the kindergarten. When she explains gently various concepts like love, respect or even harder stuffs like gender or same-sex mariage to the children, they always sit and listen quietly.

Danny & Dan : Danny is liked by every children but strangely they love to make life harder for him.

Dan is an “accident” and an unwanted child. Danny got him very young but love him a lot nonetheless, Dan is his everything. (Fic about their past before the Kindergarten > here)

Youngest kid but troublesome, Dan is the most troublesome child of the kindergarten and feared by all his peers, he has at least try to fight everybody once. He has very little friends beside Clockwork and Fright Knight (maybe Nocturn). Destructive, pick fights easily, short-tempered, he does have a kinder side, maybe because of Danny’s authority, patience and gentle influence.

xxx

I don’t have ideas for every ghosts so be free to send me your ideas by asks 🤪

[five-rivers]

Questions (Not Answered)

@amabsis  MERRY CHRISTMAS FEATURING CRYTIC DANNY AND HIS SPACE FRECKLES (and one other prompt you sent me, but that one’s a mystery).

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Bare feet on ice. Breathe, he reminded himself.  He was human, for now, and he wasn’t supposed to be here.

Ice.  Thin ice.  

He was human, for now, but he didn’t have the weight of it.

In slow motion, he saw the much, much heavier man—Boy, really, he hadn’t graduated that long ago—step out on the ice, brow furrowed. A kind of rage lit him up, a paper lantern that burns itself, like the last time Danny had seen him, a frustration born of not being believed and—

The ice gave way.  

It took him a moment to remember to fall.  

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Beeping.  White. It took him a moment to remember and remember he had been human.  At least then.  At least now. Something like a fever danced over his skin.  Pinpricks. A heated blanket.  Whiteness he has come to associate with a threat.  

He—

This is a hospital.  

He breathes.  He remembers. He wasn’t supposed to be there, but even less is he supposed to be here.  

There will be questions.  

It isn’t his fault, he reassures himself.  No way he could have been anywhere else, done anything else, except by the actions of others.  Not with safety.  Not with grace.  Not with morals.  

He can smell the other person in the room.  Their sweat.  The fabric softener their suit had been laundered in.  

“You should be dead,” said the man.  Accused the man.  

“Well,” croaked Danny, “clearly not.”

“We didn’t pull you out until after Agent W.”

Couldn’t they use the guy’s real name?  Agent W.  Too many syllables.  Too long to say in the heat of battle, or to keep him from running out and nearly drowning in a half-frozen lake.  

“You’re not dead until you’re warm and dead,” said Danny. “Heard it in a documentary.  Mom and Dad say it’s why you don’t see too many ghosts who died that way.  That and the hallucinations.”

His parents don’t think happy people leave ghosts.  They’re wrong.  In that and many other things.  

He does not look at the man.  The line on the heart monitor goes up and down, dead steady. He did not think of the ghosts he left behind him.  Of the battle and journey that left him on the ice, surrounded by white.

“I think we both know that isn’t true,” said the man with an edge of a growl.  His shadow fell on the edge of the bed.  “We’ve had our specialists look into you, you know.  With your parents’ blessing.”

Blessing.  What a strange way to say permission.  Danny has received blessings.  True blessings.  One is not the same as the other.  He remembers them, towering, like storm clouds, like mountains, like the forest, like the moon, the sun, the stars.  He remembers the lights overhead, circling, and himself, looking up, beneath it all.  He remembers the well, the fountain, the door, the path.

He remembers.  

And he has none of that right now.  No lightning but what he was born with.  No ice but what the doctors chased away, if there were doctors, and not simply more men like the one at his bedside.  No knife or poison but the words on his tongue.  No shield but his disregard.

Human.  

Yes.  

“We even ran you through some of our pattern recognition programs.  Do you know what we found?”

“Enlighten me,” said Danny, dryly.  His voice cracked again, painfully.  

His effort was rewarded with a finger shoved harshly against his cheek.  He winced at the sharpness of the nail and looked directly at the man for the first time since he woke up.  He was reflected twice in the man’s sunglasses, and a third time on the warped silver casing of his overlarge earpiece.  

“Your freckles,” said the man.

“What, did your program decide I had skin cancer or something? Forgive me if I decide I want a second opinion.”

“Constellations,” hissed the man.  “You have constellations in your freckles.  The same as the ghost boy.”

Danny endeavored to raise his eyebrows as far as they could go. “I’m pretty sure that whatever Phantom has on his face aren’t freckles.  Freckles don’t glow.”

“Don’t play games with me,” said the man.  “We aren’t the only ones who’ve noticed.  We aren’t the only ones who’ve put two and two together.”

“To me, it sounds like all you’ve done is give a computer pareidolia, but whatever floats your boat.”

“What is your connection to Phantom?”

“You’ve been listening to Wes,” said Danny.  If his voice wasn’t wrecked, his words would have been dripping with disdain thick enough to drown the man.  Twice.

“Agent W is not the only one to make note of your behavior,” said the man.  “Paulina Sanchez, for example.”

“Paulina,” repeated Danny.  “You mean the girl who has used every available opportunity to tear me down and mock me since I asked her out in freshman year?  You think she wouldn’t lie to your clown squad?”

“Excuse me?”

“That’s what everyone calls you,” said Danny.  “Also, you shouldn’t be interrogating a minor without their guardian present.”

“How convenient, that you know that.  Reading up on the legal system?”

“My sister had a Law and Order phase.  Speaking of, I want a lawyer.”

“You aren’t under arrest,” clearly disgusted.

“Great.  So, can you tell the doctor I’m awake?  Thanks.”

“We aren’t done here.”

“I am,” said Danny.  He closed his eyes.  “If you don’t tell the doctor I’m awake, I might as well go back to sleep.”  He faked a yawn.  Then yawned for real because yawns were like that.

Then the GIW representative shook him by the shoulders.

He shouldn’t have done that.  For a number of reasons.  Not the least of which being that if Danny was connected to ghostly happenings, he could most likely kill the man with his bare hands.  

This is not what occurred.  

Monitors need leads, need sensors.  Disconnected, they scream.  Much like anything else.

In a hospital, such screaming attracts doctors.  

How nice to know that they were in a hospital.  

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Snow underfoot.  Booted foot, incidentally.  His parents had brought his boots when they came to pick him up, along with other winter clothes.  The snow crunched and squeaked, declining to melt when he stepped on it.  Which.  Rude.  

The trip to the car was silent and sulky.  Or possibly accusatory.  Or morose.  The nuances of the emotions escaped him.  

“Danny,” said his mother.  “Why were you out on the lake last night?”

Danny had been dreading this.  Anticipating it as one would the end of a fall.  Except he hadn’t hit the ground yet, only the branch of a tree that had the misfortune to get in the way.  

He didn’t have a good answer.  

“There was something I had to do,” said Danny.  Which was both true and vague.  

“In your pajamas?”

Danny winced.  That hadn’t been his fault.  

“We don’t know why you keep sneaking out,” said his father. “But it has to stop.  You can’t do this anymore, Danny-boy.  Especially not if it’s going to end up with you in the hospital.”

“That wasn’t my fault,” protested Danny.  “It isn’t like I lured Wes out.  He went out all by himself!”

“Danny,” said his mother.  “You almost died.  And now the GIW is telling us that your freckles are in the same pattern as Phantom’s ecto-luminescence!”  She visibly worried at her lower lip.  “What happened?”

“And what did you go out for?”  added his father.  

Danny shrugged.  

“Were you trying to help Phantom?”

“No,” said Danny.  

“We know how you and Jazz feel about him, but, Danny, this is dangerous.  That ghost is dangerous.”

Danny looked away.  

“You’re grounded,” said his mother.  

Danny whipped around to face her again.  “What!”

“What else can we do?” asked his mother.  “What else do you expect us to do?  You won’t tell us anything!”

“It was just—” spluttered Danny.  He pressed his lips together, considering.  “I did not go out to meet Phantom,” he said.  Again, it was true.  “I went out because one of my classmates said they were being haunted, and I wanted to help.”  Also true.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” asked his father.  “It’s our job to deal with ghosts.”

“Yes,” said his mother.  “In fact, I thought you wanted nothing to do with ghosts.”

“I don’t know,” said Danny.  “Sometimes—” He winced, knowing what he was about to say would hurt. “You aren’t very good at catching ghosts.  And the part I want to have nothing to do with is the one where you cut ghosts up into pieces.”  He paused. “And I don’t know what happened after I got there.”  He did not specify where there was.  “I think the GIW had some kind of weapon?  I didn’t expect them there.  Anyway, there was a bright light, and the next thing I know, I’m out on the water.”

Alright.  He was leaving a bunch out, but the rest was still true.

“You’re still grounded.”

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He felt heavy.  Whatever had kept him from making footprints on the ice had left him entirely. Or reversed itself.  Either way, stairs, such as the ones he had to climb to reach his room, felt like an imposition.  Nonetheless, he persevered.  

Right up until he collapsed on his bed, overcome with the unfairness of it all.  

“Hey,” whispered the monster that had taken up residence underneath his bed.  “Can I come out, now?”

“You’re clear,” mumbled Danny.

The monster, Phantom, phased up through the bed to lie on it next to Danny.  

“Where did they even get the Ghost Catcher?” he asked, aggrieved.  

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out!” replied Danny. “It doesn’t make any sense, and I can’t very well ask Mom and Dad about it.”

“Ugh.  We’re grounded, aren’t we?”

“I am.  You aren’t.” Danny pulled a face he hoped his other half would recognize from the outside.  “Be careful, though.  Your escape route is gone.”

“I will.  You need to find out how to get us back together.”

“I will,” said Danny.  “By the way, just after it happened, I think I still had access to some ghost powers.  I think I’m still a little, you know.  Not quite right.  It might be the other way around for you.”

“I’ll try and keep an eye on that,” said Phantom.  “It might be important.”

“Yeah,” agreed Danny.  “You should go, for now.  I’m pretty sure Mom and Dad are going to be checking on me all night, and if they see you…”

“Yeah.  I get it.”

“Sorry.”

Phantom bumped his head lightly against Danny’s.  “Nothing to be sorry about.  We both know what they’re like.  I’m going to patrol a bit, then I’ll probably go over to Sam or Tucker’s. In case you need me.”

“Sounds good,” said Danny.  “I’ll just… stay here.  Try to make the Ghost Catcher from scratch.”

“We have homework, too, while you’re at it,” said Phantom, halfway through the wall.  

Danny groaned and rolled over.  He would have to be careful about getting into the lab while he was grounded, and his parents were on high alert.  Perhaps he could convince his sister to cause a distraction?