#character: danny sharp

[gyllenhaalstories]

Jake Gyllenhaal as Danny Sharp in AMBULANCE (2022).

[lydiadeetzwannabee]

Misc. Bot Release

Includes: Art Donaldson, Danny Lyon, Dodge Mason, Roger Sharpe

Art Donaldson

જ⁀➴ “ hungry for your love “

Requested: Yes | No

⋆ ₊ ⊹ stanford!art & ucla!user. You and Art have blurred the lines between friendship and love since you first met back at the Mark Rebellat tennis Academy. The two of you parted ways after dedicating yourself to different schools, but when your team eventually comes to play at Stanford, there’s always time for Art to lose himself in you. Blurb here.

જ⁀➴ “ my funny valentine “

Requested: Yes | No

⋆ ₊ ⊹ He should probably leave you alone. You’ve made it clear that you don’t want to waste your time on him but Art won’t let up. Maybe it��s the fact that you weren’t completely uninterested in him, you just favored your studies more. Either way, he’s making his final efforts at the door to your dorm room. He’ll beg if he has to, but he’s not leaving without plans with you.

Danny Lyon

જ⁀➴ “ pining “

Requested: Yes | No

⋆ ₊ ⊹ Danny feels like an idiot. How many times have your eyes lingered on him and he hadn’t noticed? How many days did you wait for him to point his lens at you? Not that he hasn’t before, he has several portraits of you with a pensive look on your face. Not for anyone but him, he didn’t want to share. But now that it’s finally come to his attention that you’ve felt the same he has, he has motivation. Hopefully you haven’t lost interest in him when he makes his move.

જ⁀➴ “ reconnecting “

Requested: Yes | No

⋆ ₊ ⊹ It’s been seven years since Danny first set foot in your house, and now he’s back for the same reason. You want to bask in him like you always did, to sit closer, to cling to him. But after all this time apart, everything feels uncertain. You’re not sure if he still wants you.

Dodge Mason

જ⁀➴ “ farmers daughter “

Requested: Yes | No

⋆ ₊ ⊹ Dodge is forever grateful that he works for Anne, otherwise he would’ve never met you. It was only a brief month that he got with you in December before you had to go back to your father in the east coast. He regrets not taking his chance to do more than give you a simple kiss, but now you’re back for the summer, and Dodge isn’t letting you slip through his fingers this time.

જ⁀➴ “ panic “

Requested: Yes | No

⋆ ₊ ⊹ For the first time, Dodge truly understands why Panic was named that way. It’s all he feels, all he hears, all he sees when he recognizes your voice coming from beneath the trapdoor during his individual challenge. A dizzying rush overtakes him—his usual coordination slipping, replaced by pure panic. He’ll get you out first. Whoever put you down there can wait.

Roger Sharpe

જ⁀➴ “ office crush “

Requested: Yes | No

⋆ ₊ ⊹ It’s like he’s forgotten how to approach. All he had to do was talk to you, get a feel and maybe ask for you to accompany him to lunch if he got that far. Yet he’s stuck at his desk with the clock ticking to midnight while you’re a few feet away from him, brainstorming on a dress form. He’s not sure what overcomes him when he decides to approach you, but you stumbling back against him was not what he wanted your first encounter with him to be like. Too late.

[odd-chips]

"You keep drawing Tim and profile-"

AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN!

AND HE'LL KEEP GETTING MORE CHINS, TOO!!

Anyways it's cliche, but I'm a big, big fan of "parents hate The Thing, but kid is The Thing" trope!! (This has NOTHING to do with my Danny Phantom obsession. Whatever. Leave me alone. Please ignore the fact that his sister knows he's The Thing and has to try to help keep it a secret. Irrelevant.)

Currently I only have a vague undercurrent of a story where some important Roseberg matriarch was violently killed by some type of werecreature, and the family has held this resentment for decades. I'd like for it to turn out that what actually happened was she got down bad for the werecreature and they ran away together or something hoiJKLFD

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Beyond Misconceptions

summary: joaquin is usually the poster child for positivity, but sometimes the doubt creeps in.

pairing: joaquin torres x f!reader

contents: angst, jealous/insecure!joaquin, arguing, depictions of anxiety

wc: 1,675

an: based on this requested concept! it went a bit different than expected but i hope yall still enjoy <3 (and also hope it will hold yall over until vuelve pt. v is done!!!)

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Most of the time, Joaquin loves his job. He loves the brother he’s found in Sam, the tangible way he sees himself helping people day in and day out. The feeling of soaring through the sky, the invincibility that he seems to find in the wind.

But, what Joaquin doesn’t love about the job is the rift that it can sometimes create between you. One could say he’s being dramatic by using the word rift— you have never once complained, never made him feel guilty for the unpredictability of his schedule.

You always tell him that you know what you signed up for when you fell in love with him. And you do.

Joaquin is certainly grateful for your love and understanding, but it’s days like today that make him want to find some 9-5 to nurse.

When he steps into the party you two were meant to attend together an hour and a half late, he’s eager to see you. That eagerness twists into something ugly when he sees you. You, standing in a group, but primarily talking to some guy he doesn’t recognize.

You look…happy. Happy to be talking with a guy who showed up on time. With a guy who doesn’t put his life on the line, and your relationship on hold at the drop of a hat.

He can’t decide what he wants to do more— leave and let you be happy or put himself between you and this mystery guy.

As if you can feel him, you glance over in his direction, lighting up at the sight of him. That restless mix of jealousy and guilt fades a little with you so excited to see him.

“Quino,” You call to him, waving him over. When he makes it to you, you reach for his hand immediately, drawing him so that you can place a kiss on his cheek. “Made in one piece, I see, cariño.”

“Siempre lo hago,” he murmurs, snaking an arm around your waist. “So who’s this?”

You introduce Joaquin to the guy easily, slipping him into the conversation without missing a beat. Paul. Joaquin nods along, lets you pull him closer, listens as you chat, and laughs like nothing is wrong. Like he wasn’t late. Like you weren’t having a perfectly good time without him.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. He does. It’s just that tonight feels like a reminder of everything he isn’t—someone who shows up on time, someone whose job doesn’t put you second. And maybe it’s stupid, maybe it doesn’t matter, but it still twists something sharp in his chest.

His grip tightens just slightly on your waist. You glance up at him, brows furrowing in quiet question, but he just shakes his head, forcing a small smile. You don’t push, but something in your gaze lingers. You know him too well. You always do.

You’re driving the two of you home, music spilling softly out of the speaker when you decide to break the tension that’s been building.

“So what was that?”

“What was what?”

“You were being…possessive?” The word comes out of your mouth like a question because you’re not entirely sure. Nothing like this has ever happened with Joaquin— it’s unfamiliar territory.

“Claro que no,” he insists.

You have to force yourself not to roll your eyes. “Yeah, because that wasn’t defensive at all.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Your eyes flicker over at him momentarily, and you soften at his visible tension. You’re gentler when you speak again, “Soy yo, Quino. We don’t lie to each other, we don’t do this… jealous thing that you did tonight. I don’t know that guy, I probably won’t ever see him again and I’m fine with that.”

“It wasn’t about that.”

“Oh, but it was about something? What could I have possibly done when I hadn’t seen you in days?”

“Querida— you didn’t do anything— it’s not… I don’t know what you want me to say.”

You purse your lips, feeling a little frustrated. “I want you to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. And if you can’t now, then think about it and we’ll talk about it before bed. Deal?”

The silence stretches between you, the music sounding much louder in the wake of your breaths.

Eventually, Joaquin says begrudgingly, “Sure, if that’s what you want.”

“What do you want?”

“You,” He says softly, and nothing more.

—

Once you and Joaquin get home, you don’t push. You refuse to when he’s being so elusive, so guarded in a way he’s never been. You aren’t really sure what to do with it and it makes your stomach churn. You make your way straight to the shower without so much of a glance in his direction.

Joaquin wants to call after you, but can’t find his voice. Not a surprise when he feels his mind is completely scrambled.

All of this has tilted you off your axis. You make sure the water is scalding hot, hoping that the steam will steep out your thoughts of insecurity and unease. By the time you make it out, it just feels like they’ve grown louder, rooting deeper into your brain stem.

You make your way into the kitchen, walking past Joaquin where he’s sat on the couch. He watches you quietly as you make tea, unsure if you still want to talk or if he’s created the catalyst for his worst fear; losing you.

“So are we gonna talk about it or are you gonna keep staring at me?”

“Mi amor—“

You huff as you sit the chair across from him, “No, don’t mi amor me when you won’t even tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s not that I won’t, it’s that—“

“If you say you can’t, Joaquin, te juro por Dios.”

“I was gonna say that I’m struggling to figure out how. There’s too much up here, you know that. Usually, it’s just cheery.”

“I’m not asking you to be cheery, I’m asking you to be honest.”

Joaquin sighs, leaning forward to place his face in his hands. “When I saw you with him, I just— it made me wonder if you deserve better than me.”

Your brow furrows. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Sure it does.”

“Enlighten me.”

“You’re in a relationship with a man you’re going to outlive. I’m never home, I’m always late as hell. Every day I force you to wait— for me or for a call that’ll break your heart. Don’t you think you deserve somebody that can be there for you? Someone, you aren’t afraid of losing every damn day?”

“I knew what I was getting into when I chose to start this with you. I know that you want to be around and be more consistent, but Quino, you’re out there saving the world. I can’t ask you to put down your dreams because you missed the first hour of a party.”

“I‘ve missed more than just an hour of a party. What happens when it’s our wedding? Or if you get sick? What if you need me and I miss something big? That guy, he could give you that.”

You lean forward, reaching across the coffee table to place your hand over his. “Then we’ll reschedule. Or my parents will take care of me. Or I’ll need you and I’ll be really sad that you’re not there but eventually, you will be. I don’t give a fuck about that guy. I don’t even remember his name. What I do remember, is how much I love you and how long it took me to have the courage to tell you that.”

Joaquin looks down at your hands before interlacing your fingers together. Your words soothe him even as he wrestles with the fact that he wants to give you more. He’ll try to give you more— you deserve it and so does the health of your relationship.

“Are you sure?”

“Are you?” you challenge, wanting him to truly think about it.

There are things about your relationship with Joaquin that are less than ideal and certainly compromise but that’s part of love. Compromising and making things work with the people that you love. Joaquin is loyal, loving, and tender; he always makes you laugh and takes your feelings seriously. He just happens to be a superhero, one you have to share with the world.

How selfish would it be to take him away from people that need him?

He squeezes your hand reassuringly, “I’m sure. ¿Me dirás si algo cambia?”

“Lo prometo.”

Joaquin leans back into the couch, patting his lap, “Ven.”

You quickly make your way to sit in his lap, wrapping both your arms around his neck as you let your legs dangle across the couch.

“Te amo, princesa.”

“I know, I love you too,” you murmur, running a hand affectionately through his hair.

Joaquin’s eyes fall to your lips, and when he finally leans in, his mouth brushes yours softly, a quiet promise that everything will be okay. His thumb traces your cheek, and it feels like all the unsaid words are finally spoken in the wax and wane of this gentle kiss. You close your eyes, grounding yourself in the feeling of him, of home. As he pulls back slightly, his forehead rests against yours, his breath shaky, and you both linger there, knowing that in this moment, everything is enough.

After several moments of silence, Joaquin’s lips find your ear, “Paul.”

You lean away from where you’d gotten comfortable on his chest to look at him quizzically. “What?”

“The guy’s name— fucking Paul.”

You laugh, shaking the both of you. “I’ve already forgotten again. I’m more focused on this marriage you’ve mentioned.”

“I’m thinking under the cherry blossoms.”

“You should think about the blow your bank account is gonna take getting me a ring.”

Joaquin raises a brow at you, “Who says I don’t already have it, hermosa?”

You squint at him— usually, you’re pretty good at telling if he’s bluffing but his features are smoothed into the perfect poker face. “You lying?”

“Guess you’ll just have to find out, baby.”

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[emacrow]

Gotham the build a city game.

Danny as he finally nearly finished 1/20 of his ghostly infinite king reports is tasked to help/dragged a nearly core crumbling addicted Spirit who refused to go to her check up and is a code core red to be in full chamber for recovery for the past centuries or three over a City building board game named Gotham, with Fright Knight as his backup.

It took Danny and Fright Knight about an agonizing hour and 20 minutes to wrangle her from the board game with her screaming, biting, kicking like a feral starving raccoon from the streets under a deal that He promised to play her board game in her stead while she goes back to her recovering.

The Lady explained the game with trembling hands that she watches over the city as the status piece, moves her character pieces here and there, items, and stuff around to built a utopian with random cards of consequences selected that take her ectoplasm as wild card if a character died and if she pick the wrong thing at the wrong time, but she been raking her core a bit after several mistakes, but her knights has been doing well so far.

She been playing for a long long time because her friends played their and bragged about their board game repeatedly resetting if a bad end for all their city that connected to hers, they have Central City, jackasshole holding the obvious cheatimg Gateway city, and her biggest frenemy/nemesis being that *itch with her Smallville and Metropolis just because she got a a few op characters doesn't mean her knights can't beat their ass if they were so busy!

The Lady's green glowing eyes and sharp teeth gritted hard with hatred, but her hate melted away due to how weak she was before continuing to speak.

He simply had to touch the status to continue the game, and please to the all mighty anicent, if her knights die under his watch, she will find a way to destroy him even if he is the current infinite King.

Danny can see pretty clear what Frostbite meant with crumbling game addicted Spirit, her skin was a sickly grayish green with obvious condensed rotting barely renew ectoplasm keeping her stable, her dress obvious tattered blacken to a tar like state that her own haunt was crumbling around her and the board game on the table.

Danny agreed though soup her in the thermos as Frostbite warned him about her little successful escape acts nearly up 4k times even with help that she crawl right back to the board game.

Danny glanced back at the board game after giving Fright Knight the thermos containing the patient spirit for Frostbite.

His hand touch the statue that change from a crowned women with wings holding a board game in one hand and sword in the other to a tall statue replica of him in his infinite king outfit holding a the solar systems of metal planets, his crown hover over his head like a halo simmered with star games and a scythe in the other hand.

It just a board game about building a city name gotham. How hard can it be.

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Danny hisses like a possessed feral creature who just saw the light from being in darkness at Fright Knight who brought Jazz from starting summer break to see Danny hunch over renovated Gotham city mumbling about dastardly curses trying to latch on his ectoplasm but this time, this time he got the right item to fuck them up

His eyes look crazed and wild with a calculation burning desire to get a good ending, and white hair with dripping Tar, his crown was envelope in a icy fire, his nails sharper then diamond as he gripped and nearly chewed up clown character, the Spirts Haunt look like Danny's wail went through it several times before all cause that fucking *itch holding the Gateway fucked up the timeline again with the speeder character.

I got inspired by this post <-

[writer-freak]

Michael Myers x Ghostface x Fem reader

Kinktober week 5 - Threesome, double penetration and primal

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: NSFW, female reader, fingering, unprotected sex, anal penetration (reader receiving), p in v, no proper prep, nipple play (reader and Michael receiving), biting, petnames, english isn't my first language, probably forgot something

A/n: So life got in the way so this took longer than expected but better late then never. I'm planning on writing a male and probably also gender neutral version of this which shouldn't take too long but I finished this first and wanted to post. I'm really not used to writing two characters actually engaging with each other so I hope this turned out fine.

The night was cool, the sound of rain overwhelming you while the fog moved around the realm. You ran, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you maneuvered between the trees, your heart pounding in your chest.

Every rustle, every shadow seemed to come alive as you sprinted deeper between the trees. You knew this was a game, a sick, thrilling game that had been crafted just for you by the two predators on your trail. Michael and Danny had already wiped out the other survivors, but they kept you alive. And you knew why.

They loved the chase, the adrenaline, the hunt. And you couldn’t deny that some twisted part of you loved it too. The feeling of being prey, of being stalked by not one, but two deadly killers, had heat pooling in your belly. Your relationship with them was… complicated, to say the least.

You weren’t just some faceless survivor to be eliminated. No, with them, it was different. The three of you had a connection that went beyond the usual hunt, a dark and exciting bond that kept you coming back for more. And tonight was no different. Your breath hitched as you glanced over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of movement in the shadows.

Michael’s figure loomed in the distance, his expressionless mask a stark contrast in the darkness, moving silently through the trees. You could almost feel his gaze on you, like a physical weight pressing against your skin.

And then there was Danny just out of sight, but you knew he was there. He always was, lurking, waiting to strike when you least expected it. A thrill shot through you as you pushed yourself harder, your legs burning as you darted between the trees, your heart hammering in your chest.

You had to keep running, had to stay ahead. But deep down, you knew it was only a matter of time before they caught you. They always did. And part of you couldn’t wait for it.

The sound of footsteps grew louder behind you, the rustle of leaves and the snap of twigs signaling their approach.

You could hear Danny’s familiar voice, taunting, teasing. “You can run, sweetheart, but you know we’ll catch you. It’s only a matter of time.” His words were filled with amusement, like a cat playing with its prey.

A sharp breath escaped you as you stumbled, your body hitting the ground hard. For a moment, everything went still—the forest, the air, even your heartbeat seemed to pause. And then, you felt it. The presence of your hunters closing in.

Before you could scramble to your feet, a shadow fell over you, and a strong hand gripped your arm, pulling you up. Michael. His mask was blank, unreadable, but you could feel the power radiating off of him as he loomed over you, holding you in place with ease.

Danny appeared at your other side, his knife glinting in the low light as he crouched down, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “Caught you,” he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Your heart raced, but it wasn’t fear that made your pulse spike it was something far darker, something more primal. You could feel heat pooling between your legs as they both loomed over you, the rush of being caught setting your nerves alight.

“What do we do with you now, huh?” Danny’s voice was teasing, but the hunger in his voice was obvious as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You look like you enjoyed the chase, didn’t you?” You couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped your lips as his words sent a shiver down your spine. Michael’s grip tightened on your arm, pulling you even closer to him, his body solid and unmovable against your back.

Danny chuckled, his breath hot against your skin. “I think it’s time for your reward.” By the time they had dragged you to a place better suited for your reward, the tension between the three of you was nearly unbearable.

Michael’s grip on you hadn’t loosened, his hands possessive as they roamed your body, Danny removed his mask his sharp gaze following Michael's every movement, his smirk never fading.

They didn’t speak much, not that Michael ever did, but you could feel the silent understanding between them. Danny was the talker for both of them, his taunts and teases filling the air as they slowly, stripped you down to nothing, their hands roaming over every inch of your skin with a reverence that sent sparks through your body.

“Look at you, all worked up,” Danny muttered, his lips trailing down your neck as he pressed you back against Michael’s chest. “You love this, don’t you? Being the prey. Being hunted.” His voice was thick with amusement, but you could hear the heat beneath it, the barely contained hunger in his words.

You whimpered softly, your body trembling as Michael’s hands slid over your waist, his grip firm, holding you in place as Danny’s mouth moved lower. “You’re gonna look so good between us,” Danny murmured, his teeth grazing your collarbone as his hands wandered lower, his fingers brushing against your thighs in a featherlight caress. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Michael’s grip on your hips stayed strong feeling him holding onto you as Danny took his time savoring every inch of your exposed skin. He let his hands roam over you, leaving trails of heat wherever he touched, teasing you with feather-light caresses that left you squirming between the two of them.

Danny’s fingers brushed over your cheek as he leaned in, voice a low, tantalizing whisper. “You know he’s watching you,” he murmured, letting his thumb graze your lower lip. “Watching every little reaction, just like I am.”

His gaze darted to Michael, who stood like a shadow behind you, unmoving but you could feel him watching everything.

Danny’s eyes shone with a playful light as he shifted, moving close enough to press his lips against Michael’s mask, planting a slow, deliberate kiss against the blank face. The motion was almost mocking, yet oddly tender, as if daring Michael to break his silence.

You could almost see the tension crackling between them, and Michael’s hand slid down to grip Danny’s wrist, forceful but not resisting. You watched, breathless, as Danny chuckled, peeling the mask up just enough to reveal Michael’s mouth.

For a moment, Michael was exposed, his lips parting as Danny leaned in again, capturing them in a hard, possessive kiss. You felt heat coil inside you as they moved against each other, Michael’s hand tightening around Danny’s arm with an unmistakable intensity.

After a few moments, Danny pulled back, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “See, he’s hungry too,” he said, his voice low, almost taunting. “And it looks like you’re the prize for both of us.”

Danny’s mouth returned to you, hot and insistent as he worked his way down your neck, leaving a path of bruises and bites in his wake. His teeth grazed your skin, sharp enough to sting but not break, his tongue following each nip with soothing warmth.

Behind you, Michael’s large hands slid possessively over your waist and hips, his rough fingertips gripping with a force that left you trembling.

Michael’s breath fanned against your neck as his hands moved upward, skimming along your ribs and finally cupping your breasts. His touch was firm, possessive, his fingers brushing your nipples in rough circles that made you gasp.

Without a word, he leaned down, brushing his lips against the nape of your neck. Each kiss he left lingered hotly on your skin, his mouth branding you as his.

Danny’s hands slipped lower, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. His mouth curved into a wicked smile as you whimpered under his teasing touch. “Look at you, already trembling,” he murmured against your collarbone.

“Can’t decide if it’s from fear or excitement, can you?” His voice was mocking yet dripping with desire as he knelt before you, pulling your legs wider to make room for him.

Michael’s hands slid back down to your hips, steadying you against his broad frame as Danny settled between your thighs. Michael’s height left you caught perfectly between them, his powerful body supporting you from behind while Danny’s lips and hands worked their way lower.

You felt Michael’s hardness pressing against the curve of your backside, a silent reminder of what awaited you, as Danny’s fingers teased and tested you.

Danny’s lips trailed down your body, leaving a burning path across your stomach. His fingers splayed across your thighs, thumbs brushing just close enough to your core to make you ache. “So ready for us,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he spread you open.

His eyes flicked up to yours, watching your every reaction as his tongue darted out to tease you. A soft gasp escaped your lips as his fingers pressed against your slick folds, spreading you further.

“You’re already dripping,” Danny teased, his voice dark and mocking. “So desperate for us to ruin you.” His thumb pressed against your clit in slow, deliberate strokes, testing how much you could take.

He circled the sensitive bud with agonizing patience, his fingers slick with your arousal as he finally slid one inside, the stretch making you moan.

Michael’s hands gripped your hips tightly as Danny worked. The firm press of Michael’s chest against your back left you grounded, his presence overwhelming even in silence.

One of his hands moved upward again, fingers brushing your neck before sliding into your hair and gripping it firmly. The tug forced your head back, exposing your throat to him. He leaned down, lips brushing over your pulse before nipping at the skin.

Danny’s smirk widened as he pushed another finger inside you, the stretch exquisite as he began to curl them in slow, deliberate strokes. His free hand gripped your thigh, keeping you in place as he worked you open. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and dark as his fingers thrust into you with increasing intensity. “You’re taking me so well.”

His eyes darted upward, meeting Michael’s over your shoulder. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Danny said, his tone laced with smug satisfaction. His pace quickened, fingers plunging deeper as his thumb pressed harder against your clit. The combined sensations left you trembling, your body arching into him as he continued his unrelenting rhythm.

Michael’s grip on your hair tightened, pulling you back against him as he let out a low, approving growl. His free hand slid down to your chest, cupping your breast roughly as his thumb brushed over your hardened nipple.

Danny leaned in closer, his breath hot against your inner thigh. His tongue darted out, flicking against your clit in time with his fingers. You cried out at the sudden burst of sensation, your legs shaking as he pressed deeper. “That’s it,” Danny whispered, his lips brushing against your skin. “Let us hear you.”

Michael’s hand joined Danny’s, his larger fingers brushing against Danny’s as they both worked to stretch you further. The contrast in their touches was maddening, Danny’s quick and teasing, Michael’s deliberate and firm. Together, they pushed you higher, their coordination leaving you helpless between them.

Danny pulled back slightly, his lips wet and glistening as he smirked up at you. “You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, sliding his fingers out just enough to leave you feeling empty before plunging them back in. His pace was relentless, his free hand now gripping your hip to steady you as he curled his fingers just right, hitting a spot that made your breath hitch.

Michael leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear hearing his heavy breathing. His fingers pressed harder against your clit, circling with calculated precision.

Danny’s mouth quickly replaced Michael's fingers, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nub before sucking it between his lips. The combination of their touches left you gasping, your body arching into them as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

“Come on,” Danny coaxed, his voice low and commanding as he added another finger. “Let go for us. We’re not even close to done with you.”

You cried out, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Michael’s grip on your hair softened, his hand sliding down to your waist to steady you as Danny slowed his pace, letting you ride out your climax.

When Danny finally pulled his fingers away, he brought them to his mouth, his eyes locking with yours as he licked them clean, savoring every drop.

Michael released his hold on you just enough to guide you down, his hands firm as they moved you to straddle Danny.

Danny exchanged a smirk with Michael, their unspoken understanding clear in the intensity of their gazes.

Michael’s silence spoke volumes as he gripped your hips, his strong hands cold against your heated skin. The warmth of his breath against the back of your neck made your stomach twist with anticipation, a stark contrast to Danny’s bold teasing. The quiet exchange between the two men only intensified the heat pooling in your belly, leaving you trembling with desire.

Danny’s smirk never faltered as he took the lead, his mouth finding yours in a bruising kiss that left you gasping for air. His tongue teased and tangled with yours, possessive and challenging, as his hands roamed over your body.

Behind you, Michael shifted slightly, the hard press of his cock against your ass making your breath hitch. His quiet authority paired perfectly with Danny’s unrestrained hunger, the two of them overwhelming you with their opposing but somehow matching energies.

“You’re ours,” Danny murmured against your lips, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver racing down your spine. “Let’s see how well you can handle us.”

Michael’s hands tightened on your hips as Danny’s slid lower, gripping your thighs as he positioned you over him. His cock pressed hot and firm against your entrance, the sensation enough to make you whimper.

Danny’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he guided you down onto him, the head of his cock slipping inside slowly, teasingly. The stretch was exquisite, his cock thick as he pushed deeper, filling you inch by inch. “That’s it,” Danny groaned, his hands gripping your thighs as he watched your face contort with pleasure. “Take me… every fucking inch.”

Behind you, Michael moved closer, the heat of his body warming your back as he pressed you down onto Danny’s cock. The contrast of their touches, had you trembling between them, completely at their mercy.

“You feel so fucking good,” Danny muttered, his voice thick with lust as he thrust up into you, slow and deliberate. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you steady as he began to move, each thrust driving deeper, testing your limits. “So tight, so perfect. God, I could fuck you all day.”

Michael’s deep grunt behind you sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins. Danny paused for a moment, letting you catch your breath. Just as you began to relax, you felt one of Michael’s thick fingers trailing lower, brushing lightly over the tight ring of muscle there.

The sensation made you tense, your breath hitching at the unexpected touch.

“Relax,” Danny murmured, his hands gripping your hips reassuringly as he leaned up to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Let him take care of you.”

Behind you, Michael’s large hands splayed over your ass, steadying you as his finger pressed more insistently against your unprepared entrance. The intrusion was slow, deliberate, and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips as the tip of his finger slipped inside. The sensation was strange, new, and your body tensed instinctively against the unfamiliar pressure.

“It’s your first time, isn’t it?” Danny’s voice was a low, teasing purr against your ear, his fingers brushing lightly over your thighs. “Don’t worry. He’ll make sure you’re enjoying it.”

Michael’s finger pushed deeper, the thick digit stretching you inch by inch. The burn was sharp at first, but it was impossible to ignore the way your body responded, the slight twinge of discomfort giving way to an unfamiliar pleasure.

You squirmed beneath him, torn between nervous anticipation and the growing heat building low in your belly.

“You’re so tight here,” Danny murmured, his gaze dark and hungry as he watched your face. “Fuck, I can already tell how good you’re going to feel for him.”

Michael didn’t speak, but the way his finger moved—slowly curling, testing, coaxing you to relax—said everything. Another finger joined the first, the stretch making you whimper softly as your hands gripped Danny’s chest for support.

Your breaths came in short gasps, a mixture of nerves and arousal as your body adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation.

“You’re doing so well,” Danny praised, his fingers sliding up to tease your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through you. “Just let him open you up… you’ll love it.”

Michael’s fingers worked deeper, the steady, relentless pressure making your body shudder as he prepared you for what was to come. Despite the initial apprehension, you found yourself relaxing into his touch, the heat pooling between your legs overwhelming your hesitation.

The stretch was intense, but the raw, almost primal pleasure that accompanied it had you trembling in his grasp.

When Michael finally withdrew his fingers, you couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped your lips, your body clenching at the loss. But there was no time to dwell on the emptiness. The blunt head of his cock pressed firmly against your entrance, the sheer size of him making you gasp. The pressure mounted as he pushed forward, inch by inch, the stretch, unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

Danny’s hands gripped your hips tighter, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, “Breathe, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for us.”

The thick head of Michael’s cock finally breached you, the sensation sharp and overwhelming as your body struggled to accommodate him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but the low, guttural groan that rumbled from Michael’s chest sent a thrill through you, the sound of his pleasure drowning out the lingering discomfort.

“Fuck, she’s perfect,” Danny murmured, his hands sliding over your thighs as he guided you down onto his cock, filling you completely once again. “Taking us both so well.”

Michael’s deep, steady thrusts began slowly, the purposeful pace giving you time to adjust to the stretch. The burn eased with each movement, replaced by a growing, heady pleasure that made your body tremble. You could feel every inch of him, the thick length of his cock driving into you with an intensity that left you gasping for air.

The feeling of them both inside you at once was almost too much to bear. Danny’s cock filled you completely, his pace quickening as Michael stretched you even more, the two of them moving together with a rhythm that left you utterly wrecked. Michael’s hands gripped your hips with bruising force, his silent dominance a stark contrast to Danny’s teasing words and frantic movements.

“Look at you,” Danny groaned, his voice thick with arousal as he watched your every reaction. “Taking us both like you were made for this.” His hips bucked up to meet Michael’s thrusts, the combined sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Michael leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he drove into you with unrelenting force. The sheer power of his movements left you trembling, your body stretched and filled completely, every nerve ending alive with pleasure.

“You’re ours now,” Danny murmured, his voice a dark, possessive growl. “And we’re not letting you go.”

Michael’s silence only made his movements more commanding, his cock driving into you with precision, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. His grip on your hips never faltered, his strong hands keeping you exactly where he wanted you as he pushed you closer to the edge.

Danny leaned up, his lips finding your neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, leaving marks in his wake. “You’re gonna come for us, aren’t you?” he whispered against your ear, his voice a low purr. “I can feel it… you’re so fucking close.”

Your moans filled the air as they both fucked you, their cocks stretching and filling you in perfect unison. The pressure inside you built with every thrust, your body trembling as they drove you higher and higher, their movements relentless.

Michael’s hands slid up your body, one of them tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back, exposing your neck to him. His breath was hot against your skin as he pressed his lips to your throat, the faintest growl escaping him as he marked you with a sharp bite.

Danny’s wicked grin widened as he watched Michael’s rare display of possessiveness. “Even he can’t resist you,” Danny teased, his voice full of amusement as he thrust up into you harder, drawing a loud moan from your lips. “You’ve got us both completely fucking hooked.”

Danny’s cock slammed into you with unrelenting force, his fingers digging into your thighs as he chased his own release, while Michael’s powerful thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure through you with each movement.

Your body was trembling, the pressure building inside you, threatening to spill over as they both pushed you closer to the edge. Michael’s thrusts grew harder, his grip on your hips bruising as he drove into you with monstrous intensity, while Danny’s teasing fingers played with your nipples, heightening every sensation.

And then, without warning, Danny’s hand slid up to Michael’s chest, his fingers brushing lightly over his nipples, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he toyed with the silent killer. Michael didn’t react at first, but the way his hips faltered for a split second told you everything you needed to know.

Danny chuckled low, his fingers twisting Michael’s nipples, drawing a low, barely audible grunt from the man behind you.

“So even Michael’s sensitive here,” Danny teased, his voice laced with amusement as he continued to play with Michael’s chest, his fingers flicking and pinching the sensitive nubs. “I knew it… even the big guy has his weak spots.”

Michael’s thrusts grew more erratic, his breath coming in heavier pants as Danny continued to tease him, his hips slamming into you harder as he tried to maintain control. But Danny’s playful touch was relentless, his fingers working Michael’s nipples in time with his own thrusts, making you both shudder with pleasure.

The sight of Danny teasing Michael sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your body trembling as the tension built to an unbearable level. You were so close—right on the edge—and you could feel Danny grinning beneath you, sensing how close you were to falling apart.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Danny murmured, his voice low and rough as his hand slid back down to your hips, gripping you tightly. “Let go. Let us hear you scream.”

The pressure inside you finally snapped, and you came hard, your body trembling violently between them as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your walls clenched around their cocks, drawing low groans from both of them as they continued to fuck you through your orgasm, their combined thrusts driving you to heights you didn’t think were possible.

Michael’s grip on your hips tightened as he followed you over the edge, a deep, guttural grunt escaping him as he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you in hot, thick pulses. Danny wasn’t far behind, his hips bucking up into you one final time as he came with a low, drawn-out moan, his cock twitching inside you as he filled you completely.

For a moment, the three of you were still, your bodies tangled together in a heated, breathless mess. The only sound was your ragged breathing the intensity of your orgasm leaving you entirely spent.

Danny was the first to break the silence, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he brushed his hand against the bitemark on your neck. “You look so fucking good like this,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Completely wrecked and perfect.”

Michael didn’t say anything, but the way his hands remained firmly on your hips, holding you in place even as he softened inside you, spoke volumes.

Danny chuckled softly, his hands sliding over your waist as he shifted beneath you, his cock still buried inside you. “Think she can handle another round?” he asked, his voice full of mischief as he glanced up at Michael.

Michael’s grip tightened slightly, his silent response enough to make Danny laugh. “Guess that’s a yes,” Danny said, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. “Better get ready, sweetheart. We’re not done with you yet.”

18+ Divider by: @cafekitsune

[dameronspector]

Getaway Car (Part 1)

Pairing: Manny Alvarez x GN!Reader

Summary: You've never asked Manny for anything- except this. You wouldn't stand for such a heinous crime so you ask Manny to rebel against Abby and spend the rest of your life peacefully. AKA you're a reluctant firefly and you save Joel.

Warnings: Friends to lovers, Established relationship, Mentions of starvation, mentions of killing people, reader loses her parents, Cursing, Manny is a reckless dumbass, reader is against Abby and the WLF/Fireflies, ANGST, fuck neil and his characterisation of Manny, Manny is overprotective, possible inaccuracies, thats it i think!

AN: my lovely friend @taylorsroxy inspired me to write this with her amazing prompt <3 and i had a long discussion with her, where we agreed that if Manny was a loyal friend, he’d be even more loyal as a partner. So this is that. He’s a very interesting character to me and Danny does a really good fucking job playing him.☺️ PS: I don't know anything about the game, my characterisation is based off the wiki information, the show and my own imagination. Plus, I headcanoned the QZ where they first met as Miami because that's Danny's hometown.

Look, you never wanted to be a part of the Fireflies. But it was either starving to death on the filthy streets of the QZ or getting shot at point blank because you asked for a place to live in.

2008

You were only 14 when they found you. Low on rations, stomach cramping in pain and your body aching throughout from the lack of food and energy— you needed to find a way to survive. You and your family had been on the run, trying to a find a place to stay. But the situation was escalating, many QZ’s were overpopulated so they would either throw you out or kill you. Somehow, your parents and you managed to escape and tried to enter a QZ near Miami but were stopped by the Fireflies at the main gate. They were going to kill you, something about it being a part of their job and that their QZ didn’t have extra space but your parents traded their backpacks and requested for one thing- for you to get shelter. You thrashed against the unfamiliar arms dragging you away from your parents. They were all that you had- the rest of your family being dead or unreachable. The last thing you saw before they took you away were the teary faces of your parents and a muffled sound of two gunshots. From that moment onwards, you made sure that you would go out of the way and help people in need, believing that a little humanity goes a long way. It was also a desperate time for you as you needed food and shelter to survive because in a world like yours, morals were non-existent and people would go to extreme lengths just to steal your morsel. So you steeled yourself accepted the job begrudgingly.

A week later, you were nursed back to health and put on patrols on your first night as a Firefly. Just normal recon stuff for a beginner, to check your ‘skills’ like you were in a damn military camp (it basically was, a military camp.)

And on that night, you met him for the first time.

They told you his name was Manny Alvarez. He was older than you by only a year and they said that he was one of their best. He was going to be your patrol partner, to teach you about the workings of the organisation and to show you around the area.

But even in the low moonlight with the filth and dirt surrounding you, all you could focus on was him. His hair was neatly cropped into a military-grade haircut—trimmed and shaved on the sides but you could clearly see his curls upon closer inspection. His jawline was sharp, skin smooth and he had the biggest brown eyes that shone even in the dark. His eyes were observant, always on the lookout for any trouble, and he had the most endearing set of lower teeth that were crooked in shape. He didn’t smile much around you at first, choosing to keep his space and hanging out with the 4 people who were always with him, but you were captivated by him. You thought it couldn’t get any worse but then he spoke to you with that smooth baritone laid back nature of his. And you were completely gone.

Maybe your sorrow and emptiness was making you act like this, or maybe you were just being a teenager, but you felt an instant attraction to him and you weren’t sure how to control it without embarrassing yourself like any teenager would in front of their crush.

2010

It’s been two years since you joined the Fireflies. And it’s been two years since Manny Alvarez became your new best friend. You weren’t sure how the friendship came to be. He didn’t talk much and you were too traumatised to speak up so you would just observe him and take in his instructions. But as time passed, you two started enjoying each other’s company and willingly hung out or partnered for patrol. You’d talk for hours- in hushed whispers, during a rainy night or in sarcastic jabs during a summer morning— Manny and you would be found chatting away, lost in your own bubble. Be it recalling fond memories or gossips from the QZ, you’d tell each other everything. Maybe it was because of your shared traumas that you two bonded, or maybe it’s because your souls just clicked. Nevertheless, you were glad you could at least be his friend.

Everything you knew today, is because of Manny. He taught you how to shoot, how to negotiate with traders, how to bargain, how to listen for any odd noises, how to deal with the infected—everything. Still, this did not lessen your hatred for the Fireflies. You took up these skills for survival, for self defence, if needed—not to kill innocents. Everytime you were asked to kill someone innocent, someone who had to be “eliminated” because there was no space in the QZ or because you were supposed to steal their supplies, you felt nauseous and disgusted. Often times they would threaten you if you didn’t finish the job and Manny would do it for you with no hesitation. That was something that always caught you off guard- his nonchalance at these actions. He wouldn’t think twice before pushing you aside and shielding you from the kill or the senior officers. He was also a hot headed man and you always worried that it would be the reason of his death someday. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t scare you.

One night while casually chatting, he shared that he was survived by his father, who was often sick and Manny would always help him in any way he could, that he had left Mexico to come to the States when he was just 10 years old, and ever since then, he’s been with the Fireflies. That shocked you to the core, he never got a chance to have a proper childhood. It made your heart ache at the fact that he had to grow up so soon. So you made it your mission to tell him things throughout the day that would bring out that curious and endearing shimmer in his eyes that you came to love and know.

You told him about your life before you came to the QZ and since then, Manny had sort of taken you under his wing. He’d become protective over you, accompanying you to do any kind of work, not letting you go alone or with someone he didn’t trust. You noticed that quite early on about him—Manny was fiercely loyal and a protector of those who were important to him. And the fact that he considered you important enough to feel protective over you, made your stomach curl with excitement.

Soon, he introduced you to his ‘family’ or his friends with whom he’s been with since he came to the QZ. Their names were Abby, Owen, Mel and Nora. You were a shy thing, you didn’t really speak to them unless they spoke to you first but Manny kept bringing you into conversations and brought you to meal times with them, encouraging you to talk. The more you talked, the more you got to know about their lives. You exchanged stories and eventually became a part of their group. Although you chose to maintain a safe distance because you were more comfortable with Manny, you were glad you finally had some more people to talk to.

Even after being around new people, you preferred to stick around Manny. Something about him and the way he acted towards you, put you at ease. Every time he would notice that you were sitting alone or disconnecting from the conversations, he would subtly bring you back by cracking jokes or by lightly flirting with you to bring out that bashful smile of yours (emphasis on the lightly.) He had no idea what that did to your poor heart. But that’s just how he was—jovial around his friends, always wanting to keep them happy and being the glue that kept them together.

He would magically appear whenever you had a nightmare. Your parents’ and the countless innocent lives’ soulless eyes haunting you everytime you closed your eyes. You swore Manny was keeping an eye on you because every time you jolted up from a particularly bad dream, he would be there to console you. He’d hold your hands in his gently, like you were made of something fragile and talk to you or just wipe your tears. Or he would cradle your head against his chest and softly hum a forgotten tune in your ears, staying there until you fell asleep.

In between all these new changes, you realised that one thing would be a constant— your feelings for Manny were not going away any time soon.

2015

It’s been 7 years since you became friends with Manny Alvarez and you spent those 7 years hating the Fireflies and falling in love with Manny.

You don’t even know how it happened. Somewhere along the way, the lines between friendship and something more kept blurring. He started touching you more, lingering hugs or a hand resting on your lower back, an arm slung across your shoulders or holding your hands when you had a nightmare or a panic attack. Manny became even more protective if that was possible—fussing over you before you left for patrol. And god forbid if you got hurt, he’d rain hell on the person who did it and on those who tried to hurt you. You humbled him by telling him to get a grip and that you were a grown adult (you were pushing him away because you couldn’t handle the rejection if he ever found out about your feelings) ,but Manny was as stubborn as a bull and he would have none of that.

You tried your best to become desensitised to all the immoral things that being a part of the Fireflies came with, but you could never stop that feeling of disgust when you saw the others defend these acts. This just made Manny act more and more reckless—going to extreme lengths to protect you if he had to. He’d simply take your gun out of your hands and end it in a quick and clean aim. You’d be left staring at him in disbelief, your insides curling with fear and want at the same time. This is not to say that you’re a saint, you’ve killed your fair share of people. Some out of defence, some because you just had to. But you drew the line at torturing innocent people and children for your personal gain, especially when you knew that the people in the Fireflies have done worse, having heard about the dirty secrets of almost everyone through the grapevine.

It all changed one day, when you’d agreed to patrol with a different person instead of Manny or the others. Manny was on edge since the night before, asking you to refuse or fake being sick. But both of you knew that was not possible.

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting?”, you asked him, exasperated. He was being a bit too much than his usual self right now.

Manny whipped his head to look at you in shock. “Overreacting? Are you serious?”

You rolled your eyes at him and sighed. “Manny, it’s just the routine. We’ve done this a million times before I’ll be—” “Yeah. We. We’ve done this before. You’re going with that loser today”, he ran his hands through his fair in frustration.

You paused and gave him a look before scoffing. “Is that what this is about? That we’re not going together?”

You saw the way he froze and locked his jaw, the muscle in his jawline twitching. “And what if it was?”

You gaped at him. There’s just no way he just admitted to that. You chortled and shook your head before going back to packing. “You’re being ridiculous, Alvarez.”

Your back was facing him so you didn’t see the way his face flashed with hurt. He didn’t want you to go without him because he believed that loser wouldn’t be able to protect you like he could and also because Manny worried about you. As soon as he had woken up, he felt a pit so deep in his stomach–his gut instinct warning him to not let you go. But he knew you didn’t have the luxury to do so.

You turned around to face his beautiful, sullen face and tried to comfort him. “Manny…I’ll be careful, I promise”, you whispered to him and held up your pinky finger. He looked at it and gave you a half-hearted chuckle. You smiled. “You know you want to”, you shook your pinky at him. He rolled his eyes and huffed in disbelief before reluctantly linking his pinky with yours. You squeezed it and brought your linked pinkies closer before pressing a light kiss against his. His eyes softened up and he suddenly looked boyish, your heart soaring with affection after seeing him behave like a normal 20-something year old.

You parted ways from him and Manny spent the entire day with his chest heavy because of anxiety. You couldn’t radio, so he had no idea if you were safe or if you were even ali-no. He had to be positive for his sanity’s sake. But it all came crashing down when you returned later than you were supposed to. Manny was already on edge, pacing around and not focusing on his tasks when he saw you walk through the gates. He rushed over to hug you.

“You’re late, what happened?”, he chided you and pressed you closer to him.

“I’m-i’m sorry…”, your hoarse voice responded.

In his panic, he hadn’t noticed how quiet you were, your body way too loose, your arms holding him way too lightly. He pulled back and held you by your forearms.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You’re so quiet..Did something happen?”, he hurriedly asked you, his entire being on edge as your body became slower and heavier.

“M-Manny—”, you whimpered before promptly passing out in his arms. Manny barely had a moment to realise what was happening when you passed out in his arms and he fell to his knees, his arms cradling you against his chest. If he was freaking out before, he sure was panicking now, his hands itching to hurt the person who did this to you.

“Hey-hey. Open your eyes, (Name), open your eyes! Please, look at me-”, he blabbered, hand shaking your face gently. It was then he felt something warm and sticky against his stomach. He pulled you away slightly and noticed a bright red stain against his shirt. And yours. Your entire middle was soaking wet from blood-your blood. And he was covered in your blood.

He felt sick. Manny was hyperventilating, he was not sure what he was supposed to do, his hands shaking out of pure adrenaline and fear. His breathing became laboured and he suddenly picked you up and rushed towards the med-centre, his vocal chords unable to produce any sound other than shaky whimpers. He felt pathetic and weak.

Manny wasn’t sure what he’d do if something happened to you. He was so used to your quiet, calm and courageous presence next to him that he was sure he’d lose himself if he lost you. He still hadn’t told you he loved you and now you’d die without ever knowing that he’s always loved you. That everytime he was away from you, it felt like someone had stabbed him in the chest. That every time you looked at him with that shy smile on your face, he wanted to burn the world for you and keep you safe. Manny was sure of one thing—he’d find the person who did this to you and end them.

After two painful hours of waiting and wanting to die, Manny finally received some news about your health. They told him that someone had stabbed you, the wound was deep and your body showed signs of stress and exhaustion from blood loss and because you had walked for miles, your body was dehydrated as well. But they managed to control the situation and had stitched you up and since you were still unconscious and out of it, they informed him that you needed lots of rest. Abby and the rest had gathered around Manny to give him support as he was refusing to eat or drink or even move from that same spot he had been standing at since he got there.

He sat there next to you for 3 days. You were comatose for 3 full days. He felt like you were slipping through his fingers. But he couldn’t do anything, his body and mind too numb to even move or do anything else. And then you moved. Your hands twitched, your eyes fluttering behind the lids and he felt like someone had pumped oxygen back into his body. You slowly opened your eyes and tried to focus on the person before you, pained groans leaving your mouth.

Manny got up from the chair and laid a gentle hand on your head, soothing you, “Sh, sh. It’s okay, hang on. Let me get someone.”

You whimpered, suddenly alert when you realised it was Manny. “Stay. Please.”

Manny furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw to stop the sob from tearing through his mouth. He wasn’t weak, he didn’t cry like this, so why did his throat feel like it had a big boulder stuck in it?

“Manny…” “Don’t waste your energy, (nickname). I’m here. I’m always here”, he reassured you and held your left hand in his, his thumb caressing your forehand.

When you were allowed to leave the med-centre, Manny oh-so-gently carried you to your shared room with Nora. He laid you across your bed and tucked you in, firmly telling you to not leave the bed and tell him if you needed anything. You just smiled at him and whispered a soft ‘okay’, heart fluttering at his care for you. He then took a moment to look at your exhausted face and felt his eyes well up with tears. He ducked his head, face scrunched up in emotion and shoulders shaking with silent sobs. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern, in your 7 years of knowing him, Manny has never cried in front of you.

“Manny? What’s wrong?”, you called out to him and reached for his hand, wincing in pain when you accidentally pulled on your stitches. His head shot up and he encased your hand in his, gently pushing you back into a comfortable position.

“I told you to not to get up. Are you going to listen to me or not?”, he chided you, busying himself with tucking your blanket around you, avoiding your scrutinising stare. He felt exposed. You always had a way of making him feel so vulnerable every time you looked at him with those expressive eyes.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong. You’ve been so quiet for the past few days. Are you upset with me?”, you questioned him worriedly, your hands playing with a few loose threads on the blanket. Manny let out a weary sigh and leaned closer to lay his head on your chest, his arms carefully hugging you around the waist- careful not to aggravate your wound. You froze. If he was feeling extra clingy than usual, then he must’ve been really upset about something. You looked at him in concern and buried your hands in his loose curls, his hair a little longer now.

“What’s up, sweetheart? You’re worrying me. It’s bad manners to trouble the injured”, you lightly joked. You got an annoyed click of the tongue and his head burying deeper in your neck in return. You let out a content sigh and brushed your other hand across his back, happy to stay here in his warm embrace for as long as you could.

“You scared me to death, (Name). I was this close to dying of a heart attack or killing someone”, his hoarse voice vibrated against your throat. The muscles around your neck moved as you swallowed in guilt, “I’m so sorry, Manny. I should’ve radioed you but I’m alright, I-”, he cut you off with a self deprecating chuckle and propped himself up on his right arm, his left hand cradling your cheek carefully. “You don’t understand. You don’t get it, (Name). It felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing me in the chest. Like someone had ripped my heart out of my body. You-you collapsed in my arms. How was I supposed to be okay after that? I couldn’t feel anything. My tongue felt like someone had poured cement on it. I didn’t-didn’t speak much to anyone for 3 days. I really thought I lost you. And if I would’ve lost you, I wouldn’t have any reason to stay alive.”

You laid there, your mind unable to comprehend the words coming out of his mouth. Is this what you think it is?

“Manny, don’t be stupid. Don’t say such things-”

“No, listen to me. I was so scared. I am still scared. I can’t do this without you, angel-”

“You don’t mean that, Manny, stop it-”

“I mean it, fully. I’ve been wanting to tell you this since so long..”, he sucked in a shaky breath, “but everytime I bailed because I’m so scared.”

“What are you-”

“I love you.”

Your mouth fell open and the response died on your tongue. You tried to sit up and regretted that immediately because you pulled on your stitches and it resulted in you gasping in pain, your bandage turning bloody. You let out tiny whimpers and squeezed Manny’s bicep in support. This meant that Manny was officially in panic mode and immediately leaned away from you to make you comfortable.

“Fuck, I told you to be careful. Just lay back down, (Name)”, he groaned frustratingly. He gently laid you on your back and gave you a hand to hold. You firmly grasped his hand and intertwined your fingers with his while he slowly pulled up the hem of your top to check on the damage done. Luckily, it wasn’t that bad and you didn’t need a complete dressing change, his fingers delicately traced the bandage. “How bad does it hurt? I can get you some painkillers that I have stashed if you-”, you squeezed his hands to bring his attention back to you. “What did you just say, Manny? Do you mean it?”, you asked him hurriedly.

He stiffened for a moment before nodding his head yes.

“Oh my god”, you exclaimed in a shaky voice, your eyes welling up with tears. Manny shot his head up and fussed over you in concern. “What- what’s happening? Are you hurting? C‘mon we’ll go to the med-” “Shut up for sometime, will you?”

He looked at you in disbelief before shutting his mouth and stared at you intently. His eyebrows furrowed in concern as he saw your eyes tear up. He raised a hand to wipe a lone tear that slipped out of your eyes. “I’ve been dying to hear that for the past 7 years, Manny”, you whispered to him, your heart pounding.

Manny’s eyes widened and he took a minute to compose himself before cupping both of your cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss them softly. Up close, you could see his beautiful moles and the tears shining in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me, angel?”, he murmured.

“I was so scared of losing you– that you’d think I’m weird for falling for you when we’re best friends. I’d get nightmares of you leaving me after I confessed to you, so I just ignored it and decided to act like nothing was happening when all I wanted to do was die everytime I found out you hooked up with others”, you confessed in a quiet voice. Manny turned red at that and averted his gaze in shame. You guys weren’t even together, so why did he feel like he had cheated on you?

“I-those were meaningless. They were simply Hook ups. Just that, I promise. All I wanted was to be with you every day, every second and if somebody tried to hurt you, I won’t hesitate to hurt them. I know that’s probably not normal, but that’s just who I am. And… that’s why I would execute the tasks that you couldn’t finish because I wanted to protect you. And if I have to do that by getting my own hands dirty, then so be it”, he confessed sincerely, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs and eyes darting across your face.

You were fully crying now, your eyes bloodshot, lips quivering, cheeks damp and your breathing laboured. You looked at him, your eyes swirling with emotions, and raised a hand to run through his curls.

“Stop crying, (Name), please, I can’t handle it”, he said in a desperate tone. “Kiss me”, you whispered. He looked at you for a second before resting a hand behind your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek and he leaned in to kissed you passionately, his nose smushed against your cheek.

And that was the best damn kiss you ever had in your life.

-

2023, Salt Lake City

You and Manny have been together for 8 years now and you’ve been stood by each other’s side like rocks. By now, the two of you and the others had joined the WLF to defend yourselves against FEDRA. Nobody could separate you two-Manny was notorious for his unwavering loyalty and he had saved you too many times for you to ever give up on him. No matter how difficult he got at times with his reckless behaviour, one word from you and he’d back off. People were also afraid of you two because of how well you worked with each other. Him with his shooting skills and you with your negotiation and strategic skills- the two of you were an unstoppable force.

These 8 years were nothing short of bliss for you. Manny was incredible as a partner-he was so loving, caring, loyal and respectful. Even in an apocalypse with limited resources, he’d do anything in his power to make you happy. He was so protective of you, he wouldn’t let anybody hurt even a single strand of your hair, especially after that one time you returned from patrol with a stab wound so deep, it made you comatose for 3 days. He was the reason why you woke up in the morning and you made sure he knew that, protecting him just as fiercely. Something in you cracked every time you remembered the hardships he faced and how he stills maintains a positive outlook even in the worst of times so you became a soft place for him to land. Always loving on him, caring for him, protecting him. Just as he did for you.

Him on the other hand, he was always in awe of how much empathy you had in you even after all the shit you’ve been through. You were both older and mature now, yet you stayed grounded with your mission that you swore by when you were just 14–still looking out for the people who were in need, especially children, making sure you could save as many innocent lives as possible. It made Manny fall in love with you deeper but also scared him because of how different you were from him. He was aggressive and ruthless with his targets, on the other hand, you’d try to save every single one of them. But you would also do anything for Manny. If someone even tried to look at him wrong, you'd be their worst nightmare. Manny would be lying if he said he didn't love that. Seeing your usually composed and kind demeanor take on a deadly and fierce look was...hot. Still, he was convinced you’d leave him someday, tired of the constant bloodshed and his loyalty to the Fireflies. He did his best to let go of the dirty work for you, but then he’d get scared of someone harming you and the cycle would continue. The two of you were such opposites and yet, you loved every part of the other.

Little did the two of you know, your bubble would be burst soon. Manny got posted at St Mary’s Hospital in Salt Lake City along with Owen and Abby. This meant that Manny would be separated from you for a while. And he did not take well to that.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re not coming with me?”, he seethed, his anger directed towards Isaac. You sighed and grasped his hands in yours to comfort him and ran your thumbs over the back of his hands. “Manny, you know how it is. I will be an extra baggage, I won’t-” “You’re not a fucking baggage, (Name)!”, he responded with exasperation.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down before speaking again, “I can’t do this without you, angel, I need you there with me. You know that”, he said it with such desperate intensity that you cupped his cheeks in your hands and stared directly into his eyes. You knew why Isaac didn’t choose you. The situation there must be dire enough that he wasn’t willing to take any risks, so he decided to send three of the strongest and sharpest fighters under him. You weren’t liking it in any way either, the thought of parting from Manny for a longer period making you feel nauseous, but you were in no position to question Isaac. He was your leader.

“Shh. It’s okay, I know. But, it’s probably for the best, baby. I don’t wanna be a distra-” “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you behind. You’re coming with us, that’s it”, he responded in a firm voice, his hands holding your elbows. You looked at him doubtfully. “Manny, what makes you think Isaac will listen to you?”

You felt his muscles twitch beneath your hands as he clenched his jaw. “I’ll figure somethin’ out. You’re coming with me. I’m not leaving you alone here.”

And he did convince Isaac. You didn’t wanna know how, but he did. He was determined like that, your Manny. So off you went to St. Mary’s with Manny, Abby and Owen.

At first, everything went as it did always– you guys got settled in, started mapping out trails, keeping a vigilant lookout for any raiders or infected and the usual patrols. Marlene was in charge of the hospital so she had a whole troop of soldiers with her, making you feel somewhat safer and this posting was also a personal one because Abby’s father, Jerry, worked as a doctor there. She was ecstatic to be reunited with her father again.

One day when you came back from patrol, the entire hospital was dead silent. As soon as you entered the building, there were bodies scattered everywhere, blood painting the walls and the floors.

“What the fuck?”, you muttered in disbelief. Either the hospital was raided by a large group or by a horde of infected. But upon closed inspection, you saw that a horde attack not the case. Abby, Owen and Manny followed close, their guns raised. Abby was on edge, worried about her father. “What the hell is this?”, her movements jumpy and her voice wavering.

You rolled a soldier on his back and noticed 2 gunshot wounds on his stomach. You checked the soldier lying a few feet away and he had a gunshot around his neck. You furrowed your eyebrows. “Guys, this is not a horde attack. They’ve got gunshot wounds.”

They checked the other soldiers and that confirmed it, it wasn’t a horde attack. “I need to find my dad. I’m going”, Abby conceded and tried to rush away to find Jerry. You stopped her by the arm. “Wait. I understand that you’re worried, but we don’t know if the hospital is empty. Let us scan the area first”, you tried to reason with her. She looked at you with a freaked out expression on her face. “Are you serious? I need to go find-” “Abs, hey, listen to them. They’re not wrong”, Manny tried placating her and came over to lay a hand on your back. Abby looked at you two and then Owen, him nodding his head at her and she reluctantly agreed.

The four of you spread out to scan the hospital. You and Manny scoured the upper floors while Owen and Abby took over the lower ones and the parking lot. “Careful, baby”, Manny murmured while covering you, his gun raised, eyes vigilant and footsteps careful. You nodded your head silently and focused on your surroundings, your heart pounding against your chest. The place was so eerily silent, you felt like every sound was a suspicious one. Both the floors were scattered with bodies with a puddle of blood around them, and you couldn't wrap your head around it. How big was this group of raiders that they took out an entire hospital? You cleared the 2 floors and reached the final one. No signs of life in any of the floors. You reached the final corridor and approached the operation theatre.

“Wait, let me go in first”, Manny whispered to you and gently pushed you behind him. You nodded and let him go ahead of you. Manny pushed the door open and froze. You tried to peak over his shoulder and before he could stop you, your eyes fell on the scene. There was a huge puddle of blood around a body. You raked your eyes across the person and noticed the headshot and brain matter around the body. And then you realised—

“Oh my god”, you gasped out and fisted Manny’s shirt in your hands. The body belonged to Jerry- Abby’s father. What the hell even happened here?

You could see Manny’s hands shaking from how tightly he was clenching them. His jaw was shut just as tightly, trying to keep his emotions at bay. “Manny…”, you trailed off, not knowing what to say. “What do we do? Oh god, she’s gonna-” “I know. I know”, he replied in a hoarse voice.

That’s when you heard a voice behind you- “Marlene is dead. Did you guys find my dad?” Abby. She must’ve noticed the way you two stiffened and immediately questioned you. “What is this? Did you guys find anything?”, she asked desperately. You turned your head to look at Manny with tearful eyes and he simply nodded his head at you, as if reassuring you that he’ll handle it.

And he did. And she was inconsolable. Which lead to her saying stuff that she would regret later, you thought. She vowed to finding whoever did this and to killing them. That she’d make them suffer so much, they’d beg her to kill them. You and Manny then found out that there were two nurses that were alive, they were hiding in the office and you brought them out in front of Abby. They told you who had done it–A single man. They said a single man killed 18 soldiers, Marlene and Jerry. Then they gave you his name- Joel, said he rescued the girl that Jerry was supposed to operate on. Before she could explain further, Abby abruptly cut them off. You gave her a look, something was odd. Because Abby never told you that her dad was performing surgery on some girl today.

The four of you immediately left the hospital and sought refuge in a nearby Fireflies shelter after burying Jerry's body. Abby, exhausted from what she had witnessed, promptly fell asleep before going on a vengeful rant. She kept saying the same things–that she’d find this Joel and kill him so ruthlessly that he will beg for mercy. You had so many questions because why would a single man go on a killing rampage over the surgery of a girl? And why did he kill Abby’s dad? What was she hiding? You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Manny sit next to you. He nudged you with his shoulder and leaned his head to look at you. “You there?”, his voice came out in a hushed whisper.

You snapped out of your daze and turned to look at him. “Yeah, just…it’s been a lot”, you sighed. His eyes shined with understanding and he brought you closer to him by your shoulders, you leaned your head against his throat and hugging him tightly around the waist. Manny leaned his head against the top of your head and breathed in deeply. After a moment of calm silence, you decided to finally ask him. “Em? Did you notice the way Abby cut off the nurses when they were talking about the surgery?”, you asked in a soft voice. His body stiffened next to you, eyes closed in worry. He was hoping you wouldn’t catch that. “…yeah. What about it?”

You pressed a kiss to his throat and rubbed his chest with your hand. “Just….it was weird, wasn’t it? Why wouldn’t she tell us that her dad was performing a surgery today?”. Manny swallowed and rubbed a hand across your back. “Maybe it’s nothing, angel. We’ll- we’ll ask her later, okay? For now, let's get some sleep”, he said before kissing your head. You reluctantly agreed and let him take you to bed.

-

A week later, all of you had gone to visit her father’s grave and she had told the entire group about what she heard about Joel from the nurses– tall, ruthless and handsome and you noticed she was obsessively fixated on the handsome part, something sinister about it and the way she talked about this kid that Joel was saving with an air of carelessness. They came up with a very stupid plan about going all the way to Jackson to kill this man and your stupid boyfriend readily agreed to it, blinded by revenge.

“I’m sorry, but you realise you’re being way too hasty about this, right? This man killed 20 people on his own. How are we gonna stand up to him? He's in Jackson and from what I heard, it's a legit town. He has backups, for sure", you directly looked at Abby while questioning her decision. Mel was the only one who seemed to be in agreement with you, Manny refused to meet your eyes and Nora, Owen and Abby looked at you incredulously. “I don’t fucking care. We will just have to”, Abby barked at you. You stumbled back in shock. Sure, she's brash but she’s never spoke to you so…authoritatively before.

Manny grimaced and held your hand in his. “Okay, let's just...calm down. We'll talk about this later, baby", he whispered the last part in your ear. You turned your head to look at him in disbelief. "Manny-" "Not now, please", he looked at you with desperate eyes and squeezed your hand gently. You pressed your lips into a thin line and looked away from him, removing your hand from his grasp and wrapping your arms across your torso. Manny's hand was left hovering in the air, his heart squeezing painfully at the obvious wall that you had built up between you and him. He tried to reach for you but you simply shrugged him off and walked away. He tried to follow you but Mel stopped him and told him to leave you alone for sometime. So he stood there, his hands clenched into a fist and trying to swallow past the lump in his throat.

-

After that upsetting conversation, you decided to go back to the shelter and try to get information from the nurses. You needed to know what happened before you could take the next steps. "Why was that man here? And why was the girl being operated on? Tell me everything", you demanded.

"She- Jerry was going to operate on her brain. Something about isolating the cordyceps from it", the nurse replied hesitantly. You scrunched your face in confusion, "Cordyceps? She was bitten? And Jerry wasn't a neurologist, right?"

The nurses looked at each other nervously and wringed their fingers together, "Um- no. Jerry wasn't a neurologist. And uh- she was bitten but..", the nurse trailed off nervously. "But what?", you spit out impatiently.

"She was immune. Got bit but didn't turn. Marlene thought we could operate on her and make a cure, but we aren't trained for brain surgery, neither did we have the equipment. Just as we prepared her for surgery, that man came into the OT and shot Jerry dead. Asked us to unhook the girl and spared us in return", the nurse finally confessed. Your face shifted into a million different emotions. Not only was Abby's dad illegally performing surgeries but there was a girl out there who was immune to the cordyceps? "What the fuck...wait. How old was this girl?", you asked in distress.

"Must be around 14, that's what Marlene told us."

You felt nauseous, "And...was he-Joel, was he her father?", your voice breaking off because of the lump in your throat.

The nurse shrugged, unsure, "Looked like it. Had a dissociated look in his eyes, like he was in a trance."

"Was the surgery gonna work? Would there be a cure?", you asked with desperation and annoyance coating your tone.

The nurses averted their gaze from you, their body language screaming guilt. "I asked you something, goddamnit, was it gonna work?", you yelled at them in anger and they flinched before shaking their head no.

You felt disgusted and betrayed. Not only was Abby's father was performing surgeries that he wasn't even trained for, but he was operating on a non-consenting minor and The Fireflies had taken her away from her father-figure against their will? And to make it worse-the cure still wouldn't work? Which meant that they were going to kill this girl? You wanted to throw up. You felt sick from the guilt and hypocrisy, feeling complicit in this little girl's mistreatment because you were working with the same organization that was treating her like a lab rat.

You left the room with your mind swirling in a million thoughts. Why would they do that? Why were they allowed to do that? Why was Abby acting like she didn't know anything and now she was trying to kill someone to avenge her fraud father? You needed to do something, you had to stop them but you couldn't do it alone and you couldn't ask for help to anyone. There was only one person that you could confide in and you hoped he wouldn't disappoint you.

-

Manny was getting antsy after not being around you for almost an hour now. He had no idea where you went, beating himself up over your disappearance. Just when he was about to set off to find you, you rushed into your shared room in the hideout, your body tense with distress and sorrow.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?", eyebrows furrowed deeply and hands reaching for you, Manny tried to calm you down and understand what happened for you to be so scared.

You gripped his biceps tightly in your hands, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Manny- she-", you closed your eyes in agony. Manny widened his eyes and tensed up, his heart beating faster, "Baby, you gotta tell me what's up. Who did this to you?"

You let out a small sob and ducked your head, his hand came up to cradle your cheek gently. Taking a deep breath in, you finally told him. "I talked to the nurses. Manny, he- Jerry was a fucking fraud. He-he was performing a brain surgery on the girl without her consent. Joel was her guardian..? I don't know, I don't know-but--Jerry was a fraud. She was only 14, Manny. They were going to kill her for a cure that was non-existent. And Abby knows this, she knows this. Yet, she wants to kill Joel. We're all complicit in this...we're- We need to stop her-", you abruptly stopped and finally focused on Manny. He was way too quiet for your liking. His jaw was clenched and he wouldn't look at you. Your heart fell down to your stomach as you realised.

"You- you knew this", you whispered in shock.

Manny closed his eyes in shame before opening them and tried to bring you closer. "Angel-" "Don't fucking touch me or call me that", you growled and pushed him away. His mouth was agape and eyes bloodshot. "You--oh my god. How long have you known this?", you questioned him in a sharp tone. Manny swallowed thickly and avoided your eyes. "Answer the fucking question, Manny", you scowled.

"Since that girl was brought here by Marlene", he confessed in a low voice, his body stiff and shoulders drawn in at your tone.

The pain in your chest increased ten fold at his admittance. You thought you could trust him, that he wouldn't hide anything from you. You were such a fool. You let out a sudden laugh and pinched your nose between your fingers. "Wow. I was so fucking stupid to even think you'd be on my side. Your ego and your loyalty to this fuckass organization is way more important to you than an innocent life. I should've known...", you broke off into another incredulous chuckle and Manny looked at you with worried eyes. "Angel, please. Listen to me, Joel was a bad man, why can't you see that? He's hurt Abby-"

"Fuck if I care! Her dad was doing illegal shit to a child. I think Joel's reaction is super fucking warranted, Manny. You tell me, if that was your dad being operated on or if it was you on that operation table? What would you do, huh? You think your dad would've allowed his son to die? You would've let your dad-"

"That's enough", Manny warned you, his voice hoarse.

"Why? That hurt, huh? Good. Have fun with your little plan of vengeance, I'm out of this", you scoffed and moved to pack your stuff.

Manny's eyes widened and he finally moved to grab you by your elbow and turned you to face him, his heart pounding at your actions and he stopped you with a wavering voice, "(Name), stop. We'll figure something out. You're not really leaving me, right-"

You snapped your head to look at him, your eyes shining with fury and betrayal, "What are we gonna figure out, hm? Are you going to leave them behind and join me?"

Manny quieted down and stared at you with tears in his eyes, his brain working overtime- stuck between following his love or supporting his friends. Looking at the hesitant look on his face, you scoffed and ripped your arm out of his grip.

"You're not even trying to deny it, Em", you cried out, Manny's stomach twisting in pain at the sound. "This was bound to happen. I was stupid and naive to think you'd ever stand by me."

Manny's face shifted in sorrow and a tear fell on his cheek, his breathing laboured as he slowly realised that this was final. "Wait, no. Don't say that, please. I love you, angel, please", he choked out and tried to reach for you. You stumbled back from him and let out a soft sob, your throat hurting from keeping it in.

"This was a mistake. We were never going to work out because of your...priorities. I knew this since the beginning but-", you sniffled and swallowed harshly against another sob building up your throat, "--but, I loved you so much that I was willing to ignore that. Thought, there's people doing worse out there. And now? you are one of the people who are doing worse", you blabbered in between sobs and sniffles.

At your use of "loved" and calling him one of the bad ones, Manny felt his heart stop. He just wanted to protect you and his friends. Joel had hurt Abby, and he'd do anything to help his friends out but, you weren't wrong either. You spoke the truth--Jerry was a fraud and all of you would have been complicit in that girl's possible murder. Then why did he find it so difficult to just let go and follow you? Were his egotistical and vengeful tendencies really more important than you? But, even with all these thoughts swirling his head, all he could fixate on was trying to stop you from leaving. Because if you left, then his recklessness would just get worse. He was not capable of handling such a heartbreak. His lips quivered and voice shook when he finally spoke, "No, no, no, baby. Please, don't say that, please. I can't do this without you--"

"You shouldn't have done this with me. What, you thought I'm so dumb that you'll bring me here and I'll stay in blissful ignorance? You thought I was that easy to fool?"

"No! please, it's not like that. I'm sorry, I should've told you-"

"The audacity to admit that you should've told me, when you brought me all the way here just to keep me in the dark...some fucking nerve you have, Alvarez", you spit at him, you felt your face warm with anger and your nostrils flared. Manny shut his eyes in pain, his chest constricting and making him choke on his breaths.

You took a deep breath in and wiped the tears on your face. "I'm leaving. If you wanna join me, you're free to do so. But if not...and if I reach Joel before you, I will make sure every single one of you is dead before you even think to hurt another family again", you threatened him in a scarily calm voice.

Manny's mouth opened and closed like a fish, "Wait, you're- no, you can't go alone. Don't do this-"

"Why? You think I can't do shit without you? You know, since the day I found out about Jackson, I'd been wishing for a time where you and I could spend the rest of our lives there? Peacefully?", you confessed. Manny froze. You had never shared this with him.

"What?", he whispered out loud.

You scoffed, "Yeah, I was so stupid. Thought we'd finally have a place that we could call our own, a community...", you trailed off, your voice losing its spark and hope. You rapidly blinked your eyes to get rid of the tears and you finally looked straight into his eyes. His face was scrunched in pain, warm tears wetting his cheeks and his hands were tightly clenched into fists. "Please, don't go..", he whispered desperately. Your heart ached at his state. You've never seen him like this but you couldn't live this life anymore. No matter how angry you were at him, you knew you would cry every night in his memory.

You finally went closer to him and he looked at you with hope in his eyes. You lifted a hand to cradle his cheek and wiped the tears on them with your thumb. "I'll be waiting for you", you whispered to him and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his moustache tickling your lips. He tried to hold you closer before you moved away and packed your bags.

You packed your bag and turned to look at him, still frozen to his spot, for the last time with unshed tears. "Bye, Manny", you whispered and rushed out of the room, sneaking past everyone who was busy with cleaning their weapons or cooking a meal. You knew Manny would never snitch on you, which is why you ran away in front of him. You grabbed the reins on your horse and rode away, tears streaming down your face.

Back in the room, Manny stood still, his eyes shedding tears once again. His throat hurt from the lump lodged against it and he slowly approached the bed to sit on it. He didn't know what was he supposed to do anymore. He didn't have a reason to live. He doesn't know how will he cope with the fact that you'd never touch him or tell him sweet nothings or keep him updated about your whereabouts. All Manny could do, was wait. Wait until he crosses paths with you, and he'd beg on his knees for you to take him back and give you the domestic life that you deserved.

Until then, he'd fall asleep with your scarf around him every night and pray to whatever higher power that exists to keep you safe.

Part 2

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AN: ahhhh I hope you all liked this! Part 2 will have all the juicy stuffff like reunions and killings hehe

[kallmemeimei]

Moments I can see happens in Deadtired’s life: Before they dated

It’s a bit more descriptive from the previous one idk why

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Those neon green eyes which were usually cheerful and bright, now held inexplicable darkness. Phantom’s usual easy-going character was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a man who reminded Tim of an icy jagged mountain peak, cold, sharp and unfathomable, stood in his place.

“You keep provoking me again and again… Hey, Tim, I know I’m usually too lazy to bother with things but i’m still a man.”

Perhaps because Phantom usually either had a lazy or cheerful smile on his face, which made him look easy to get along with, Tim only found out now that when Phantom puts away the smile on his face and stared at Tim expressionlessly, the hair-raising feeling that made him tense immediately prevailed.

The slightly heavier breath swept across his cheek and neck, and lowered, raspy voice was filled with intimidation. The young CEO who always had plans and schemes in his head was put in a rare position where his mind was coming in blank and stood frozen against the wall, even holding his breath unconsciously due to nervousness.

Confident azure blue eyes no longer held the daringness it had before, but was replaced by a cute and docile look, reminding others of a cute deer. Phantom seemed to be quite satisfied with the current Tim, and despite being expressionless still, Phantom returned to his previously friendly demeanour. The previously ice melted to show warmth again.

“Don’t challenge my patience with yourself again, okay?”

“……Yeah.”

Completely suppressed by the other party’s momentum, Tim subconsciously nodded, only breathing a sigh of relief once Phantom phased out of the room.

“What’s up with him?”

Tim’s back that was still pressed up against the wall, gradually slid down until he reached the carpeted floor due to his weak legs. He covered his face with his hands, but through the gaps between his fingers and his exposed ears, it’s still obvious that his face was bright red.

“He usually acts so silly and dumb... Why is he being handsome all of the sudden…”

Meanwhile, as the target of Tim’s criticisms, Danny just casually nodded and greeted the other members of the Wayne family whenever he came across them. Except for noticing the fact that Phantom’s ears were slightly green, no one would have ever thought what this ghost had done before.

Danny, who maxed out his acting talent stat for a short moment, returned to the guest room he was staying in for now and closed the door. Then he instantly squatted down and suddenly covered his face with his hands, his whole body exuding the feeling of, “it’s over, it’s over,””the bats are going to kill me,””i’m so embarrassed,””please let me permanently die now.”

“Holy shit. I actually said that??? Ancients, what gave me the guts to say that??? Fuck. Does Tim hate me now??? I think I just unconsciously used my aura as king… No, no, no, I should go find Clockwork and convince him to let me travel to the past so I can punch myself!!!”

The coward who had completely entered self-destructive mode had already started blabbing nonsensical things, but just when his shame was starting to overwhelm him, the expression of Tim, who had pinned against the wall by him before, began to unconsciously emerge from his mind.

Blue eyes, widened by shock, looked like a calm lake that suddenly had stones thrown into it under a clear sky. His slightly trembling lashes made him appear fragile, and it made Danny feel like a small, soft animal’s fur was brushing itself against his heart. His pale lips were reddened by how much he was pressing them tightly, subconsciously catching Danny’s attention.

And... remembering the heat from the feeling of his ear being gently bitten by Tim earlier, which hadn't completely dissipated yet.

—Ahhh, you can't escape, Danny.

——Just admit it, Tim.

The fingers covering their faces almost sunk into their skin, but this action didn't help reduce the blush on their faces. Although they were in two completely different places, Tim and Danny surprisingly had the same actions, both covered their reddened cheeks with their hands, squatted on the ground and tried to curl up.

——You've fallen for him! (x2)

[gyllenhaalstories]

Hi Laurie! Very important ice cream questions are delievered right to your doorstep:

For your top 3 favourite characters at the moment: What is their favourite ice cream? Do they like to try new flavours or do they stick to the classics? Best occasion to eat it and best way to eat it? Coup, cone, fancy cone, out of the tub?

Kisses, love and spaghetti ice cream for you, byeeee 💖🍝

thank you for exposing my poor knowledge of ice cream flavours (i'm a simple girl, i like my soft serve vanilla & chocolate swirl). i have about 8 tabs open of lists of popular flavours, i'm putting in all the work and research because this is an important question! thank you for sending it back to me! i'm craving ice cream now! 💖🍦

divider credits: @/firefly-graphics (i've always wanted to use this cute ice cream truck divider, thank you for giving me the best opportunity to use it!)

RUSTY SABICH

cherry something. ben & jerry's cherry garcia, cherry cheesecake, just cherry related ice cream. or a very good quality vanilla bean ice cream, the one with tons of vanilla specks in it. he has his designated bowl in the cupboards, he never waits enough for the ice cream to chill a bit so it's always too hard and he always gets frustrated when he scrapes some off the top and it goes flying on his face. rusty is not known for his patience. i think barbara would appreciate pistachio or a good dark chocolate ice cream, so he steals some from hers but he never tells her. he mostly eats ice cream at home, sitting in the couch with his family or in the sun room on a rainy day that prevented him to go out for a swim.

i love how we both agree on the fact cherry ice cream is for cheaters (he probably genuinely enjoys maraschino cherries, there's truly something wrong with that man). yeah of course he's my top current fave character right now because i'm pathetic just like him. sigh.

ELWOOD DALTON

sorbet, specifically mango. i don't know what kind of fruits grow in the florida keys. if the university of florida says mango can grow in the keys, then mango can grow in the keys. i think coup is best with sorbet and i believe dalton would love to stick to the pure flavours of the fruit (similar to the dark cuban coffee), but he secretly likes to pick the tiny colourful plastic scoop that matches the funky shirt he is wearing.

i don't see dalton as much of a dessert guy anyway, he doesn't go out of his way to get some but he'll happily eat whatever dessert you buy or bake for him. i like to think that laura invited him to go out for ice cream the same way she offered him a ride and he said no the first time but then she teased him the next day about how yummy the ice cream was and then he was like :) okay :) and she invited him again and he accepted (this time it was only the two of them) and he had mango sorbet, he didn't really care what he was getting anyway. laura probably told him it was good, fresh local fruit and everything, and it became his favourite after the first bite. mostly because she seemed happy he liked her suggestion. he's very nice and charming with the workers so he always gets an upscale, whether it be an extra scoop or he gets offered the large size even if he paid for the small.

TOMMY CAHILL

cookie dough or cookies and cream. he's definitely the most likely out of this list to try new flavours, he just wants to try them all at least once in his life. these two are his favourite. if he's out and about, stopped at an ice cream truck or a proper creamery, he gets the normal sugar cone (with extra napkins, he always makes a mess). he can go for a dipped cone as well if he's feeling fancy. if he's eating at home, he definitely stirs his ice cream until it turns into a milkshake.

most of his ice cream related memories involve his nieces, isabelle and maggie. he takes them out for a swim at the pool or out at the park where he pushes their swings extra high (in the safest way possible) or even goes down the slide with them and their reward is an all you can eat ice cream buffet aka one cup they can fill with whatever toppings they want. grace and sam absolutely hate him for it, he brings back two hyper kiddos on a sugar high but tommy is just happy to have fulfilled his uncle duties. he made it into some kind of game as to who can make the craziest concoction. the kids would go for gummy bears with strawberry ice cream and sprinkles convinced that they won the contest, but then tommy would show up with a mountain of crushed oreos, mini m&ms, choco chips, drizzled with all the sauces they had and he would easily win. he'd get sick afterwards (probably because the girls ended up sharing his ice cream and he had to eat theirs instead) but it would be their favourite way to celebrate the end of summertime before school starts again.

DANNY SHARP (bonus teehee)

salted caramel. waffle cone. topped with a waffle cookie on top. danny strikes me as a caramel syrup person for some reason, so he probably asks for extra drizzle of it on top when he needs an even bigger pick me up. he has to eat it in secret, go to the creamery alone, so he doesn't hear castro begging to tag along (he will go out for ice cream with castro every once in a while and he will pay for his three scoops sugar extravaganza and he will complain about it although he secretly likes to make his employee/friend/flamingo zookeeper happy).

my first thought was neapolitan because he wouldn't need to choose so he could have a bit of all flavours (less anxiety inducing). that was probably his favourite as a kid, he could share with will and let his brother have his fave flavour. my second thought was distinguished ice cream to enjoy while wearing a cashmere sweater so that's why i switched my answer.

[callme-holly]

I NEED A KENICKE WHERE HES WITH READER AND HES JUST BEING SUPER LOVEY DOVEY OUT OF NOWHERE IN FRONT OF FRIENDS (he’s a little tipsy) AND THE GUYS START MAKING FUN A LITTLE BIT AND ITS JS ADORABLE

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐲 [𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧- some more kenickie stuff bc y'all seem to rlly like it LMAO

The drive-in was surprisingly busy, and despite the movie being long since over, the sun dipping just below the horizon, nobody seemed in a rush to get home. You were perched on the hood of Kenickie’s car, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders as he traced lazy patterns against the fabric of your shirt. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, and you tried desperately to ignore the way his breath fanned across your skin, his lips brushing soft kisses along your jawline. 

It was becoming increasingly more difficult to focus on the conversation going on around you, and you’d instead settled for brief nods or hums whenever you deemed necessary. It was rare for him to be this affectionate; sure, he could be touchy, but that was nothing compared to this. He was being sweet and quiet, something entirely out of character for him, although you could probably chalk it up to the few beers he'd downed at some point during the movie. 

Your hand came up to thread through his hair as his lips trailed lower, and you shifted slightly, a gentle reminder of where exactly you were. He made a low, dissatisfied noise, pulling back so that his chin merely rested on your shoulder, his eyes half-lidded as he returned to the conversation, only half listening.

"What'd you say, Zuko?" He mumbles, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as everyone turns to look at the two of you, taking in your more than cosy state, Kenickie hanging off of you without a care in the world.

Danny raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. "You'd know if you were listening." His tone is teasing, and the other guys all break out into hushed snickers, elbowing each other knowingly. 

"Yeah, what's the matter, Kenickie? Can't keep your hands to yourself now?" Sonny grins, and Kenickie shoots him a glare that silences the group immediately.

"Nah, just can't stand to listen to you dorks." He pulls you closer, and you shake your head softly, batting away his hand as it begins to make its way beneath your shirt, the action causing him to huff quietly. "You're just all jealous that I can keep my girl happy." He nuzzles against your neck again, earning another round of laughs and little digs, all of which he shoots down with a sharp. "Shut your traps."

"Kenickie..." you murmur, your fingers tracing absentminded circles on his bare arm. "Be nice." The way you say it is as if you're talking to a child, a light smile playing about your lips, and his expression instantly softens into a dopey grin, leaning his forehead on yours.

"Come on, baby... I am bein' nice." There’s something in his voice that causes you to pause; the sheer adoration laced in his tone makes your breath catch and your face grow warm. He reaches up to trace your jaw gently before moving forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Let's get outta here. Please?" 

It doesn't take too much convincing for you to agree, although you don't exactly trust his driving abilities with the state he's in, but he refuses to even let you sit behind the wheel, let alone drive. So instead, you end up sitting in the passenger seat, your seat, his hand resting on your knee as the car rumbles to life, drowning out the digs from the guys about Kenickie "growing soft," the comments only earning an eyeroll from your boyfriend in response. 

"Damn idiots..." He grumbles, pulling out of the space you're parked in, purposefully kicking up dust as he goes, and you chuckle fondly.

"You love them." He glances sideways at you briefly, and although he doesn't answer you, the smile on his face says enough, and that maybe, just maybe, there is some truth behind your words. 

[murcielagatito]

lets talk abt the stylization of danny phantom

so ive been an observer of phandom for a reaaallly long time now and ive noticed something thats had me thinking about this for a while. a lot of artists have mentioned they dont really know how to translate some of the characters into their own styles. this is something ive mostly noticed be said about tucker so i thought id make a little reference sheet type situation comparing the style of the show with a toned down version of my own

and its the fucking cheekbones!!! thats the part thats tripping yall up

-paulina has a slender face with high but soft cheekbones. shes a latina character so she translates to me as someone whose indigenous features are more prominent

-meanwhile sam has a rounder face and lower cheekbones than paulina does. the pic i chose honestly wasnt the best bc sams hairstyle covers their face a bit but moving on c i gotta to to sleep lmao

-valerie is NOT SKINNY and yet ppl stay drawing her that way. the show had its own issues with that itself but if you look at these characters by their faces alone it provides the necessary information to know that valerie has chubby cheeks

-dannys cheekbones are sharp and high but not as high as paulina's

-meanwhile tuckers cheekbones are sharp and low pero tambien el es un cachetón so he would have chubby cheeks as well. also it might not look like it but tucker wears a beret! id love to see more art of him wearing it :(

tucker danny and sam have natural eyebrows!! they dont do anything with them so if you wanna get more fun with it give em stray lil hairs n stuff!

and now the word cheek looks wierd to me ANYWAYS I REALLY HOPE THIS HELPS if yall want more facial breakdowns of any of the other dp characters lmk!

[silicon-puppy-pudding]

Can Fright Knight x Batman be a thing? Is it already a thing? I just saw this post where Frighty is acting as Danny's dad and I just want something with Fredric Knight meeting Bruce like..

Bruce is happy Daimian is making friends. This new kid, Daniel "call me Danny" Knight, seems nice. Kid might be a meta or something, with the way his eyes reflect like a cats and how he seems to always be cold, but he doesn't seem to be a bad kid and his background seemed to check out.

Yesterday Damian had invited Danny over for a sleepover and Bruce was stoked. Dami is having a friend over! A civilian friend! This is so normal and great! Danny had said his father would be picking him up the next day and would show up on his motorcycle (which was apparently named Nightmare?)

Bruce is in the sitting room close to the entrance when Alfred goes to buzz the gate for Danny's father. After a few minutes, he can hear Alfred walking the man in and explaining that "young Master Damian will be down with young Daniel in a few minutes. Till then, maybe you'd like to speak with Master Bruce?"

Bruce almost falls out of his seat when this almost 7 foot tall hunk of a man walks in, with his long raven black hair with a streak of gray down the center, all pulled back into a low ponytail. His bright green eyes have that same, almost glowing, shine that Danny's have and he's got a neat bit of stubble on his sharp jaw. He holds himself tall and seems to scan the room before setting his gaze on Bruce, who is using all his will to not ogle at this gorgeous man in front of him.

He stands to greet him and, oh God, he may actually be 7ft. "You must be Danny's dad, right?" He offers his hand to shake, "Bruce Wayne. I'm happy to see my son making friends with such a nice kid."

The behemoth of a man stares at his hand for just a moment to long before he shakes it and introduces himself, "Fredric Knight. I'm also glad my son is making friends." He says with the hint of a smile, "He's been a bit reclusive since we came here and I don't believe that's been healthy for him."

The two fathers talk for a bit, Bruce doing his best to be Batman ever now and then to make sure this guy isn't a potential threat. After some time, Danny and Damien walk into the room with Danny's bags, "Hey Dad, hi Mr. Bruce. Sorry that took so long," he says as he walks over to Fred (Bruce was told he could call him that) and half hugs the man, "Dami has a snake and he let me feed her!" Fred looks down at his son and pats his head, "That sounds interesting, little prince. Was it a frightful creature?"

As father and son speak, Bruce notes how fond Fred seems of Danny. The 'little prince' name seemed cute and pretty fitting with the last name. He also notes how Fred seemed to relax just a bit the moment Danny walked into the room (the same way he would after his children returned from patrol safe and unharmed), huh.

They say their goodbyes and the father-son duo are escorted out. Bruce and Damien watch as they ride down the driveway, Danny doing his best to wave at them from between his father's arms.

"We should invite the both of them over for dinner." Bruce says with a hand on his son's shoulder, "Fred seems like an interesting character, don't you think?"

"Father,"

"Yes Damian?"

"Please do not seduce my friends father."

[istoleyoursphenoidbone]

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?

DPxDC (With a smidgen of Epic the Musical)

Okay, so yall really liked my last one (and thanks to all of you, I'm glad you guys enjoyed). I wanted to try my hand again and see how this goes, idk about you guys, but Epic the Musical has been my soundtrack for weeks now, and the Ithaca Saga has my heart so...Husbands!Danny and Jason torn apart due to bad resurrection? Why not.

Warning for referenced character death and blood mention, nothing too graphic, tho. Pit Rage makes people do questionable things, ya know?

The Justice League's meeting room was cloaked in unnatural shadows, the atmosphere thick with tension, like the heavy silence before a storm. A team from Justice League Dark stood in the center, preparing for a ritual. Zatanna, her voice a whispered incantation, traced glowing glyphs onto the marble floor. Constantine, who had been trying to tell them all this would be a bad idea, leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips despite the no-smoking signs, while Doctor Fate floated nearby, his ethereal presence a calm amid the chaos.

Batman stood at the edge of the circle, arms crossed. He hated magic—always had—but these were desperate times. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, had been spiraling for months. His vendetta against Gotham’s Rogues had left behind a trail of bodies, destruction, and secrets too dangerous to let slip. But it was more than just Jason’s rage. Strange energy readings tied to the Infinite Realms had begun to swirl around his every move. Whatever connection Jason had to that otherworldly dimension had become unstable, and they needed answers—answers only the Ghost King could provide.

“Are we ready?” Batman’s voice cut through the room. Zatanna nodded, stepping back as the last glyph flared to life. “The summoning spell is complete. Brace yourselves. This entity isn’t like anything we’ve dealt with before.” Constantine snorted, flicking his cigarette to the ground. “Ain’t that just bloody reassuring.”

The air split with a deafening crack, and green light spiraled upward, forming a vortex. From it stepped a figure draped in black armor, a faint crown glowing above his head, his eyes burning with an eerie green light. Danny Phantom, the Ghost King, stood before them. "Who dares to summon the High King of the Infinite Realms?" His voice carried an unearthly echo, a stark contrast to the mortal men and women in the room.

Constantine muttered something under his breath—likely a curse—but Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice steady. “We require your assistance, Ghost King. There’s a man, the Red Hood, aka Jason Todd, whose actions have drawn the attention of both our realm and yours.” Danny’s eyes narrowed, his posture stiffening. “Jason Todd?” Batman stepped forward, his voice rough but resolute. “He’s my son.”

Danny’s gaze snapped to him, the glowing green light flickering with intensity. “Your son,” he repeated, his tone colder now, sharper. Zatanna stepped in to explain, her voice calm but urgent. “Jason is targeting Gotham’s Rogues, several have been killed. But it seems he has a connection to the Infinite Realms. His ectoplasmic energy is spiking. We believe he’s drawing power from your domain, whether he knows it or not.” Danny’s expression darkened, and his voice dropped to a low, almost imperceptible growl. “And you want me to stop him.”

“Not stop,” Wonder Woman corrected gently. “Help. If he’s tied to your realm, we need to understand why—and how to sever that connection, if necessary.” Danny stood motionless, the green light in his eyes flickering with a mix of emotions none of them could decipher. After a long moment, he nodded, sharp and final. “I’ll handle it. Alone.” Batman started to protest, but Danny cut him off with a steady gaze, his voice softening, just a fraction. “You’ve done your part. Let me do mine.” Without waiting for a response, Danny turned and stepped back into the swirling portal, leaving the Justice League in a heavy, uneasy silence.

---

The Infinite Realms churned around Danny as he passed through the portal, an energy that mirrored the restlessness gnawing at his heart. When he had been summoned, he had expected a crisis—another rift in the realms or a rogue spirit threatening the balance, hell even just cultists trying to mess with the order of things again. What he hadn’t expected was to be summoned to deal with him.

Jason...his sweet and loving Jason.

As the portal closed behind him, Danny heard Batman’s grim explanation echo in his mind: Red Hood was spiraling. He’d already killed Joker, Riddler, and Two-Face. And it seemed like Penguin was next. The Pit Rage had taken hold, and no one—least of all Bruce—had been able to pull Jason from the edge. The Justice League had turned to him because the energy Jason radiated had drawn their attention to the Infinite Realms.

It had been twenty years since Jason disappeared from the Realms—twenty long years since Danny had watched his husband, the man he had married in death, pulled from his side and resurrected in the mortal world. For Danny, it felt like an eternity.

As Danny emerged from the portal into Gotham’s shadowed streets, the oppressive energy in the air pulled at him, thick with Jason’s rage. He could feel the ectoplasmic aura that surrounded him, like a storm cloud about to break. But more than that, Danny could feel the familiar tug of Jason’s presence. It was raw, chaotic—lost.

And Danny? He was all too familiar with being lost.

There was no turning back now. Jason was out there, a tempest of pain and blood, and Danny couldn’t stop the wave of dread that surged through him. This was his husband—the man he had fallen in love with, over and over again—and now he was out of control.

Danny’s eyes glowed as he moved deeper into the city, knowing that whatever happened next, he wouldn’t be alone in facing it. Not this time. Jason Todd stood among the wreckage of a smuggling ring’s hideout. The docks were eerily silent except for the gentle lap of water against the pier. Blood slicked his gloved hands, and his breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. The Pit Rage roared in his ears, demanding more—more destruction, more vengeance, and more blood.

The ghostly glow appeared behind him, and Jason spun, guns drawn. The figure emerging from the green light made him falter.

Danny.

Jason blinked, the haze of rage momentarily thinning. He couldn’t trust his eyes, not after everything. But the way Danny looked at him—with love, pain, and something infinite in his glowing green eyes—cut through Jason’s defenses. “Jason,” Danny said softly, his voice trembling but steady. Jason lowered his guns, his shoulders slumping. “Danny?”

Danny stepped closer, his glowing cape billowing behind him. “It’s been twenty years.” Jason flinched. “Eight.” His voice cracked. “Only eight here.” Danny’s eyes softened. “It felt like forever.” Jason staggered back, shaking his head. “I’m not—” He gestured at the blood staining his armor. “I’m not who I was. You shouldn’t be here.”

Danny reached out but didn’t touch him, his hands hovering just inches away. “You’re still you, Jason. You’re still my husband.” Jason’s laugh was bitter, almost a sob. “You don’t understand. I’ve killed them. Joker. Riddler. Two-Face. There’s no redemption for me. I’ve left a trail of blood and bodies. I’m not the man you fell in love with. I’m not—”

“Stop,” Danny interrupted, his voice firm. “Stop telling me who you think you are. I know you. I’ve always known you.” Jason clenched his fists. “Would you still love me if you knew all I’ve done? The things I can’t take back? The lives I’ve destroyed?” Danny took a step forward, his expression raw with emotion. “Yes. I would. I do.” Jason’s knees buckled, and he sank to the ground, his hands covering his face. “I’ve tried to fight it, Danny. I’ve tried to be better, but the rage... it doesn’t stop. It’s like drowning, and every time I surface, there’s more blood.”

Danny knelt in front of him, his hand finally resting on Jason’s shoulder. “I know,” he said softly. “I’ve felt it too—the weight of things you can’t undo. But you’re not alone anymore. I’ve been waiting for you, Jason. Waiting for you to come back to me.” Jason’s breath hitched, and he looked up, his blue eyes rimmed with tears. “How can you still love me after everything? I’m not... I’m not the man you knew.”

Danny smiled, his own eyes glistening. “You’re still the man I fell in love with. You’re still the man who carved our initials into a tree in the Infinite Realms. The man who made me laugh, who promised me forever. And I meant it when I said forever, Jason. No matter where or when or what you’ve done, I’ll love you. Always.”

Jason let out a shuddering breath, and for the first time in years, the weight on his chest lightened. He leaned into Danny’s touch, the Pit Rage ebbing as warmth spread through him. Danny cupped his face, their foreheads touching. “You don’t have to carry this alone anymore. Let me help you. Let me love you.” Jason closed his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t deserve you.” Danny’s laugh was soft and full of love. “That’s for me to decide. And I’ve decided—over and over again—that I’ll always choose you.”

Jason’s arms wrapped around Danny, holding him tightly as if afraid he might disappear. But Danny held him just as firmly, grounding him, anchoring him. The green glow of the Infinite Realms pulsed around them, a quiet promise of redemption, of love that could weather even the darkest storms.

---

Danny didn’t leave Jason’s side that night, nor would he ever again. Together, they began the long, painful process of healing. The road ahead wasn’t easy, but they faced it together, their love, a beacon in the darkness.

The heroes would just have to get used to the unearthly presence of the Ghost King in their plane of existence. And no matter how much time passed, Danny knew one thing would never change: he would fall in love with Jason Todd, over and over again, for eternity.

[matchpointfaist]

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now taking requests for....

mike faist - art donaldson, dodge mason, roger sharpe, riff lorton, danny lyon, connor murphy

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[nathanbatemanfucker]

Can I put in a request where Joaquin and Sam see on the news or get an alert that there is an explosion at reader’s office job (Joaquin’s girlfriend) while she’s there and he panics and rushes over? I don’t know, it was a random story idea I thought of 😂🥰😅

Ven Por Ti

about this: wc: 661 pairing: joaquin torres x f!reader contents: canon typical violence, anxiety, blood mention, explosions, an: this was such a good idea babe, thanks for sending it in!

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Joaquin feels like all the blood is draining from his body. He’s cold all over and frozen in place, his eyes glued to the TV.

The news station keeps playing it—over and over and over. Like there aren’t lives being lost, like the loved ones of the people inside aren’t bleeding and dying.

Sam comes to stand beside. “Joaquin, isn’t that—”

“Her building. It’s her building,” he whispers in disbelief under his breath.

That’s all he says and then he starts moving. Gathering any and everything he might need to extract you and others more quickly than a police force could.

Sam doesn’t ask questions—just throws on his jacket and grabs his gear, falling in sync with Joaquin’s frantic pace. They don’t speak much on the way out, but Joaquin’s knuckles are white around the steering wheel, his jaw locked so tight he can’t feel anything but the pounding of his heart and the echo of your laugh in his ears. The way you smiled at him that morning. The way you kissed his cheek and told him to “have a good day, wings” like it was any other.

But it’s not any other day; today’s the day he might lose you. That day was supposed to be far, far away.

Smoke is visible before they even make it to your block. It plumes into the air like a warning, like grief. Joaquin parks haphazardly on the sidewalk and bolts from the car before it’s even fully stopped. Sam’s at his side as they flash their IDs, muscles coiled and sharp eyes scanning the chaos.

Fire crews and medics and reporters swarm the scene, civilians being dragged out on stretchers, their faces bloodied, clothing charred. It takes everything in Joaquin not to scream your name, to not tear through the rubble like a man possessed.

“Torres—” Sam says, grabbing his arm, trying to keep him from getting himself hurt or arrested for interfering.

But Joaquin rips free, “Necesito encontrarla.” When Sam opens his mouth in rebuttal, Joaquin doubles down. “I have to find her.”

He gets halfway to the wreckage before someone yells his name.

“Joaquin!”

He spins, heart seizing in his chest at the sight of you.

There you are: covered in soot, hair half-singed, a bandage already pressed to your temple. Your hands tremble as you stand with the paramedics, a blanket draped around your shoulders.

He nearly falls over himself trying to get to you as quickly as he can.

Your knees buckle when he pulls you into his arms. You bury your face in his chest, inhaling the clean scent of his shirt, the safety of his being in his arms. His hands cradle your face, run over your limbs like he’s checking for every injury, like if he doesn’t touch you fast enough you might disappear.

“I thought—fuck, I thought you were gone,” he breathes, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I thought I was too,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself relax further against.

He kisses you like he’s afraid to lose the chance. It’s messy and desperate and too public, but he doesn’t care. His hands shake as he grips you, anchoring himself with the feel of your body in his arms.

“I’ll always come for you,” he assures, voice thick with emotion. “Entiendes? Simpre.”

You nod, your mouth brushing his as you say, “Yo sé, Joaquin.”

Sam hovers nearby, eyes scanning the crowd, giving you two your moment but staying close enough in case Joaquin falls apart.

“You’re okay,” Joaquin murmurs over and over, like if he says it enough, it’ll undo the trauma of the past thirty minutes.

But you’re not okay. Not yet. You’re scared and shaken and sore, and the image of flames crawling up the office walls will probably haunt you forever. But you’re alive. You made it out. And he came for you.

That’s enough in the wake of you believing you could’ve lost it all.

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actually fuck it

Spectra is the most evil character in Danny Phantom.

"But Michael," I hear you say. "what about Vlad or Dan or-"

*incorrect buzzer sound effect*

Don't get me wrong here, Dan is a fucking monster in TUE (AGIT did walk this back a little, but I mean... you know), and Vladdie has his moments, but most of their bullshit boils down to them being a traumatized and/or pathetic wet cat of a man.

There is something so much more insidious about Spectra.

To call Spectra a wolf in sheep's clothing is doing a disservice to how truly horrifying her tactics are. Spectra is more like if the wolf knocked on the shepherd's door claiming to be a sheepdog.

She is not a wolf among the sheep.

She is here to help the sheep.

Her sharp teeth and cunning mind will keep them safe.

And then the sheep start to disappear.

There is no villain more devious and vile than one which tricks their victims into believing they are their saviour, and Spectra is very, very good at that.