#dani drabbles

[nats-w1fe]

Could you maybe write something with feral Shauna being totally whipped and just disgustingly sweet and in love with her reader gf? Maybe have some of the other girls reactions to it?

Her Favourite

Summary: Shauna, the most feared person in the village, starts being a bit too sweet to you and the others have never been more confused.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff, a lot of Melissa hate…, protective Shauna, violence, fighting, gore.

A/n: Gonna be honest I wasn’t sure if you meant this to be freaky or soft but I made it fluff…Sorry if this isn't entirely what you had in mind! Ty for the request!!

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Shauna was, to put it simply, a bitch. At least that was how everyone else saw her. I mean yes, she was rude, cold, violent and distant, but rightfully so. Not only did she lose her best friend but she also lost her baby. That wouldn't be an easy thing for someone to go through. Everyone understood that part, what they didn't appreciate was how she took that pain out on everyone else.

If someone was to breathe too close to her, she'd yell at them. If Shauna hated anyone it would be Mari, they argued almost every day, it would always be some stupid shit. "Mari tripped me up" or "Shauna hit me" or even one day "Shauna said I look like a crippled possum!". It was getting pathetic.

And god forbid someone dared to interrupt her when she was talking to her baby's grave, she would literally try to kill them, the others would have to come over to pry her off of them.

So it was safe to say, she had changed, she was cruel. Cruel to everyone, except you.

You hadn't realized it at first. You didn't notice the way she stared at you across the village when you spoke with Robin. You didn't notice the way she purposely cut you the best part of the meat for dinner.

But the others noticed the stares, the others noticed how gentle she was with you. They noticed the gaze and it made something odd stir inside of them, a feeling of discomfort, confusion and even concern for you.

~

Stumbling upon her was completely on accident, you had been playing a random game in the forest with Robin, Gen and Melissa and so you had run quite far.

You stopped to catch your breath, then the sound of someone talking caught you off guard. Your brows furrowed and you walked over to where the noise came from to find Shauna. She was crouched by a small grave, muttering words to it.

You turned to leave but as you did you heard her shoot up. You quickly turned around to face her, she had the knife pressed against your neck as if this were her reflex reaction. Your breath halted and you looked at her.

The last time someone had interrupted her here she broke their nose, that person sadly just so happened to be Britt. You looked at her and for the first time, you finally noticed the way her eyes softened. You noticed the way her brows relaxed and her frowned lips turned into the smallest of smiles. Hardly anyone would be able to tell it was a smile, but you could.

"Sorry" you muttered, "i didn't mean to interrupt" you held your hands up in surrender. She furrowed her brows once again, catching herself. She lowered her knife and stepped back.

"Why are you here? Nobody usually comes here..." she said, putting her knife back into her pocket. You shifted awkwardly where you were stood. "I was playing-..." god this would be embarrassing, "I was playing hide and seek, with Robin, Gen and Melissa" you admitted, scratching the back of your neck.

She didn't make fun of you though; she didn't look at you in disgust and she didn't try to beat you up for interrupting her. She smiled. Shauna Shipman smiled, and it wasn't a cocky smile, it wasn't a mocking smile. It was a genuine, sweet smile.

She's quite pretty when she smiles, you thought, not to say she was never pretty because if you were honest, you had always thought she was quite beautiful.

"Fun" was all she said before turning around and sitting back down beside the grave. You stood there for a moment before turning to leave again "y/n" she called for you

You turned around and looked at her, humming in acknowledgment. "Please don't tell anyone about this place, I've had to move him four times to keep him hidden" she admitted to you. The thought made your heart ache for the girl. You nodded, even though her back was to you and she couldn't see. "I won't" you promised, before turning back around and walking off to continue the game with the others.

--

A few days later Shauna came back to find the grave had a few flowers placed around it. She knew it was you. Her heart raced and it was then that she knew, this wasn't just a dumb crush. She truly loved you. You were the sweetest girl she had ever met, and she wanted to give you the world. She would give you the world.

That whole week was the best week of your life. You woke up to all your chores already being done. You got extra servings at breakfast and when you returned to your hut you found a bouquet of flowers on your bed, tied together with a string.

"Someone's got an admireeee" Robin teased you, dragging out her words. You rolled your eyes and placed the flowers on the small makeshift shelf. "I don't" you insisted for the millionth time. You sat down on your bed which was opposite hers.

"Oh so someone just so happened to do your chores? Give you extra food? AND give you flowers?" she giggled when she noticed the way you hesitated and tried to think of reasoning. "Maybe...ugh fuck I don’t know, who could it even be?"

Then one name came to mind…Shauna. No, it couldn’t be, why would she do this for you?

“I have to go” was all you said before going out to where you knew Shauna would be. She sat by the grave, twirling a flower between her fingers. You held walked over to her and sat down beside her. she stayed silent for a moment before breaking the silence. “Did you like the flowers?” she asked you.

You looked slightly taken aback that she just admitted it was her, but you said nothing, only nodding. “It took me a while to find good ones” she told you, you hummed and looked at her. “Thank you…”

It was from then on that your unspoken relationship with Shauna had taken off. You didn’t exactly keep it a secret, but you also didn’t really tell anyone. They knew though, they could tell.

You didn't even really tell each other, it was an unspoken thing.

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You were in an argument with Melissa, which, for you, was rare. You never usually argued with anyone, hell you hardly even talked to anyone. You only really talked to Robin in all honesty. But what Melissa said set something off in you, it was some petty remark about Robin, saying she cries too much. You snapped.

“Oh fuck off Y/n, you know it’s true, she’d cry over stepping on a bug” she spat, waving her hand in the direction of Robin who in fact was currently crying. Sure Robin cried a lot, but so what? She was your best friend and you’d defend her with your life.

“Whatever Melissa, at least she’s in touch with her emotions! What are you too nonchalant and cool for that?” you mocked. You were both yelling now and the others had started to gather as the argument got more heated.

Natalie tried to break the two of you up but it wasn’t working. Then Melissa stepped too far, you said something, you couldn’t even remember what the stupid comment was when she turned on her heel, her fist flying into your face.

You fell to the ground with a thud. Gasps spread out across the group and a few of the others who were still sat had now too rushed over. Some went by your side to check on you while the others held Melissa back.

It was as if the life had drained from Melissa’s face when she spotted Shauna making her way over. The blonde frantically tried to get away but Shauna grabbed her by the hair, tugging her down to the ground.

Natalie rushed over, pulling Shauna back. “Woah! Woah! Okay that’s enough!” she yelled. Shauna spun around to her, “she fucking punched Y/n! You’re just gonna let her get away with that?!” everyone was quite surprised by the sudden protectiveness but said nothing. “She’ll be punished Shauna” Natalie reassured.

Shauna scoffed, opening her mouth to make another comment but stopped when she heard a small sniffle come from you. She turned to you and her face softened; your nose was bleeding. Robin had your face cupped as she tried to look at the bleeding. Van was gently rubbing your back and Misty was also scanning your injury, checking the severity.

Shauna went over to you, shoving Misty away. She would’ve shoved Robin too but she knew you too were close, so she only shot the girl a glare which was enough for her to back off. Van stood too, backing away.

Shauna gently cupped your face, “I’ll fucking kill her” she murmured before giving you a gentle kiss on the head. "Don't do anything stupid" you muttered to her, leaning into her touch.

That night the others woke up to the sound of screaming, they went outside their huts to find Shauna on top of Melissa, punching the girl profusely. She was under house arrest, or hut arrest, for a few weeks.

~

Another incident occurred when Shauna cut you an extra bit of food. Of course someone had to complain. You were sat peacefully, minding your own business as you chewed on a particularly tough piece of meat, laughing about something Robin had said to you. When a certain, bitchy, graining voice entered your ears.

“Its not like she needs that extra meat anyways” Melissa spat, talking to Britt and Gen. You looked over at them and they all turned to you, quickly looking away when you made eye contact. You placed your food back down on the plate, suddenly losing your appetite.

Once Shauna had finished with the food she sat down next to you. “Hey doll” she greeted you, then she noticed your uneaten food, the way your brows were furrowed and that specific crease between your eyebrows. She glanced at Robin, searching for answers. Robin nodded her head over to Melissa who was now laughing.

Shauna’s jaw clenched and she abruptly stood up. Your brows furrowed in confusion, looking at her. She grabbed her knife from the butchers table then stormed over to Melissa. Your eyes widened and you stood. “No, no, no, Shauna!” you called out to her, gathering everyone else’s attention. Shauna didn’t hesitate to bring the knife down onto Melissa’s shoulder, the blonde screamed in pain.

You rushed over, grabbing Shauna by the arm and pulling her away. Natalie forced her way in front of Shauna. "That's it Shauna! I've had enough of your shit!" she spat. Shauna leaned in, about to say something you just knew would get her in shit. You tugged her away.

Before Natalie could say anything else you dragged Shauna along to her hut. Shauna sat on her bed, letting out a heavy sigh as she ran her hands through her hair.

You pulled the blanket over, acting as a door. Turning back to Shauna, you went over to her and climbed onto her lap, straddling her waist. She placed her hands on your waist, looking at you. "I'm sorry" she murmured, burying her face in your chest.

"It's okay, Shauna, she had it coming" you said with a small giggle, running your hand through her hair. She pulled away at that, laughing a little bit. A laugh you hadn't heard since Jackie died.

"I just got pissed off, i hate when people think they can talk to you like that" she sighed, running her hands down your waist to your hips. You only nodded, leaning against her. Her arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

"I love you" you murmured tiredly into her neck. Shauna felt her heart rate pick up and she held you tighter. "I love you too..."

[danidrabbles]

ok dani here’s a headcanon for you - i think ezra likes it when he has to shut up during sex, when he’s with someone who makes him stop talking for a change

Astrid, you sent me this in November 2021... It was supposed to be a five sentences challenge, but between three years ago and now, I went in a different direction. Sorry for the wait, but think it might have been worth it 😌

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+!, smut, also: spoilers for Prospect)

You’ve been on the Green Moon together for two months now.

Ezra, hesitant to go back after what happened the last time he was here, was eventually won over because of the filters Kaslo Porting installed. Spore counts are low and dust is absent from the surface. On your joint income, you got a better landing pod - large enough to fit a bed, an ultrasonic shower. When it’s dark, it almost resembles an apartment. It’s where you spend the time you aren’t prospecting. You spend the day in the forest, finding and harvesting Aurelac, watching as Ezra extracts the gems. Even one-handed, he’s good at it, much better than you, efficiently switching between chemicals and tools. 

Today’s harvest is fruitful; your collection case is almost full, which means you can almost go home. When you return to your pod, you share a meal. After, you take turns to freshen up, the vibrations relieving some of the ache in your arms and back. 

When you step out of the shower, Ezra’s in bed, and you make your way to him. You watch as he turns the pages of the magazine in his lap in search of something, keeping the paper down with his palm when he finds what he’s looking for. His reading glasses are perched on the tip of his nose, threatening to slip off… until you reach down and carefully push them back up. Without looking up from his reading, he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand in thanks.

“Do you think we should get this new edition of the Crusader Laser Scalpel?” he asks.

“New edition?” you reply. “It’s probably too expensive.”

Ezra looks up at you with a smile. “Not after we bring our case of gold back up.”

You lift the magazine, turning it so you can read. “Ralon’s latest laser tool for precision cutting now comes with a glove that effectively lowers the required skill level of individuals during harvesting,” you recite while you climb in Ezra’s lap. “Do you really think we need that?”

“The glove might… aid me with my cramps,” he says carefully, clenching and unclenching his fist. 

Your expression immediately softens. Closing the magazine, you put it next to his pillow, before taking off his reading glasses, folding them neatly and putting them on top of the glossy front cover. Taking his hand in yours, you massage his palm. “We'll get it when we get back,” you agree. 

Giving you a thankful smile, Ezra slumps back against the headboard, eyes slipping closed as you relieve the pain in his hand. His hips buck under you when your thumb rolls over a good spot, and you bite your lip when you feel how your close proximity and ministrations affect him. 

“Been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs, his hand slipping from your grasp to settle on your warm thigh.

You stroke his face, thumb tracing the scar under his eye, sliding down his nose, over his moustache, to his full bottom lip. “About what?” you ask, amused, guiding his face closer.

A warm, rumbling sound leaves his throat when his mouth seals over yours. With a swipe of his tongue, he tastes you. “Making you sit on my cock,” he answers between kisses.

“Hmm, is that so?” you smile, heat pooling in your stomach at the simple admission. Reaching between the two of you, you pull the waistband of his boxers down, hooking the fabric under his balls. Ezra pulls away from your mouth with a groan, allowing you to swipe your tongue over your palm and close it around his hardening cock. With a few strokes, you get him wet, using the rest of your saliva on yourself when you hook your underwear to the side and drag your hand between your legs. Twin moans fill the room when you press yourself down against him, your pussy sliding along his shaft with an experimental roll of your hips. “Like this?”

“Not how I envisioned it, but….,” he laughs around a groan when your stiff clit rolls over the swollen tip of his cock, “...as always that pretty head of yours knows just how to make my fantasies even more erotic.”

Heated pride tingles up your spine. The muscles in your thighs work with more deliberation to move yourself up and down over his cock, your hands sliding up over Ezra’s bare chest to his shoulders to give yourself more leverage. A helpful hand reaches down, clamping over the soft skin at your hip to guide your movements while Ezra's thumb hooks your underwear out of the way.

His gaze is trained on the way he disappears between the lips of your pussy, babbling all the while, choruses of “Yeah, fuck”s, “Just like that”s, and “Don’t stop”s, mixed in with curious, affectionate nicknames for you he seems to be making up on the spot. On his third “It’s so good like this,” you shush him with a little laugh.

“Can’t,” he says, the word coming out breathy. “Not unless you were to make me.”

Your hips twitch when you drag yourself over him at a new angle, “Hmm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He looks up and something changes in his expression, with a glint in his eye and a subtle upturn of one of the corners of his mouth. One of the hands you have on his shoulder moves, your thumb dipping in the hollow of his throat. “How?” you ask, fingers tightening on the side of his neck. “Like this?”

His throat bobs under your touch, voice rough when he says, “Close.”

With a frown, your hand slides upward, the slight stubble there scraping against your palm. Your fingers dig into the skin below his jaw. “Here?”

“Closer,” he manages. Sweat begins gathering at his brow, and his face turns a pretty shade of red.

Straightaway, your hand lifts from his neck to dig a thumb and forefinger into his cheeks, shoving his head back against the headboard. “Show me,” you growl, grinding down against him.

You expect him to cover your hand with his, to guide you to the right place and squeeze where he needs it. You don’t expect his mouth to open, his tongue to roll out, his eyes to find yours, shiny with lust… Something in you takes over, makes two fingers of the hand you hold his face with slide over his waiting tongue. His lips close around the digits immediately, his tongue swirling around them before he hollows his cheeks with a suck. When you begin to pull back, he whines, sucking harder until his mouth opens around your fingers. “That’s i–”

“Shh,” you say sharply. Your fingers thrust into his mouth, the tips of them skating along the back of his tongue and pushing down. His groan is muffled, saliva sputtering out over the back of your hand when he gags, tears springing into his eyes while you draw little circles over the slick muscle under your fingers. His cock throbs against your cunt, hardening under you while you clench on his shaft and coat him in more of your arousal. “Those are pretty sounds, Ezra. Those are the only ones I want to hear from you.” 

Ezra’s eyes stay on yours, glazing over while his jaw drops further, allowing you to repeat your actions. Prepared this time, his throat only makes a squelching sound in response. It goes straight between your legs when it fills the room as you fuck his throat, when a thick string of spit begins sliding down his chin.

“I’m gonna make you come like this, baby,” you promise, your hips picking up speed as you spread your fingers on his tongue, before thrusting them back into the back of his throat. “And afterwards, I’m going to sit on this handsome face.”

[nenlio]

Against All Odds BoyFail Danny Scores a Dilf Pt 3

> DP x DC - Copper Ice <

this one goes out to @chekhovs-slinky o7

"up through the rabbit hole, round the big tree-"

"Danny thats for tying shoelaces not ties"

" well SAM if you know so much why don't you try it then?!" Sam rolled her eyes at his complaints, still she got off the couch to help.

" You must be really nervous if you've forgotten how to tie a tie, im pretty sure you learned how to do that in highschool for prom." Danny glared at her, more annoyed than angry. Pushing up the knot Sam pat him on the shoulders, " there we go, all ready to sweep your man off his feet"

Dannys glare softened his grin turning mischievous "thanks for the help Sam, ill be sure to give you the role of best woman at the wedding"

They both chuckled at his words, " I better be! Me dragging you to the Gala is the only reason you even met!" Sam nudged his shoulder, "though your little ghost instincts are getting ahead of yourself don't you think? Let this first date happen and then well see about your wedding planning"

Danny flushed in embarrassment shoving her to the side, " leave me alone, I know its too soon but you tell my core that"

Her expression hardened at his words, " be careful or you might develop an obsession with a capital o on him"

Grimacing at her words, Danny looked away, " I know Sam, I know better than anyone how badly a obsession with someone can turn" Danny turned back with a small smile "I just haven't felt this kind of immediate connection before him. I don't want to lose my chance you know?"

She smiled back, she was proud of Danny for thinking more about how his ghost instincts could affect a relationship. It was a reason she'd broken up with him, citing her inability to truly understand his ghost and hero side and him not taking those sides in mind when concerning their relationship. It'd been awkward for a few months, but with the help of Tucker and Jazz they'd realized they were better as friends.

Sam walked toward the door, exiting with a small wave, "well good luck on your date! text us if you need anything" "Thanks!"

Turning to the mirror once more, Danny grinned at his reflection, mouthing 'I got this' before grabbing his jacket and exiting the apartment.

On his way to Wayne Manor Danny called Alfred, letting him know he would be there in less than half an hour. As he was about to tell him about his plans a call from Ellie came in, " sorry Alfred, my daughter is calling ill call you back in a bit" He heard a faint gasp on the other end of the phone before hanging up.

Wait...had... had he not told Alfred about Ellie?! .....Shit...

Answering the phone a shrill cry greeted him, " MOOMM!! HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME YOU WERE DATING AGAIN?!!!!" faint cackling could be heard in the background. Great. Dan had also heard the news.

"Hello to you too sweetie, Dan. Technically I haven't started dating yet since we haven't had our first date yet. As for why I didn't tell you. Well.. you do tend to push potential suitors away."

"whaAttt?? nO i dOnt!?" Her tone clearly indicated otherwise. While he loved his daughter, Danny knew she still didn't like the idea of his attention being split from them even more. It'd been harder when she was younger but even as a young adult she still valued the little time they spent together too much to approve of a relationship that would affect that time.

Dante's voice then came through the speakers "settle down squirt. Mom's been single for years now to take care of us, he should find someone to be with if he wants."

Aww his little world ender had matured! "thank you Dan, and sweetie you don't have to worry about me loving you any less or us spending less time together. Even if me and Alfred do start dating seriously I will always put you and Dan first.

"yea yeah I know Mom" Ah she clearly wasn't fully on board yet. Well there was plenty of time to get used to the change.

"how about you guys tell me about you day, it would make me less nervous while I drive?" "okay!! so yesterday me and dan-"

Listening to his childrens antics calmed his nerves a little more, making the drive peaceful. He felt a thought nagging him before dismissing it. It would come to him later if it was important.

When the call from Nightingale had come everyone had been present in the manors dinning table for lunch.

Alfred had just finished serving the meal, moving on to drinks. when the landline in the kitchen had begun ringing.

"ILL GET IT!!" Dick launched himself towards the phone. "Wayne Residence, Richard Grayson speaking, how can I help you?" A pause before his face lit up "Oh hi Danny! Yeah Alfred is here let me get him for you." He put the phone on hold before handing it to his grandfather who had just reached the kitchen.

Nodding his thanks, Alfred took the phone off hold, "Hello Alfred speaking, yes good Afternoon Danny how are you today?"

Dick returned to the dinning table smirking at his familys curious looks. "It was Danny, I think hes calling to let Alfie know hes on his way"

"And you didn't think to listen in??" Steph bemoaned

"hey if you want to be on the receiving end of a disappointed stare be my guest."

After a short while Alfred returned with a tray of side dishes, Bruce and the rest immediately noticed his expression slightly wavering. "Alfred? everything okay?"

Setting the dishes down calmly Afred answered his question, "ah yes Master Bruce, everything is okay simply Danny telling me some unexpected information abruptly. Apparently he has a daughter"

Silence.

"HE HAS A WHAT?!" "Did he not tell you that before Alfred?" "Do you mean Daniella Nightingale-Masters? I believe he also has a son, a Dante Nightingale-Masters" "How old are his kids?" " Dude really dropped a bombshell before the big date"

Silence again.

One of those responses was not like the others. Everyone turned to face Damian who apparently knew more than his family.

'tt' Damian looked away "He has clearly mentioned them before in interviews for his conservation efforts, that you didn't check further is simply oversight"

Tim, connecting the dots cut in "wait you said Nightingale-Masters right?"

Damian nodded

At his confirmation Tim's voice got tighter "Masters like the owner of Dalv.Co? who named Nightingale his heir? That Masters??"

An uneasy feeling settled at the dinner table. Everyone clearly coming to the same conclusion. If Daniel's kids were given the Master's surname was the connection between Nightingale and Masters more than family friends? And if the children were such high profile figures due to relations why did they not show up in Daniel's background check?

Sensing the tension Alfred cut in, "While I appreciate the concern I believe Danny and I can sort this out ourselves. Now if you would all please finish you meals, the food is getting cold"

Temporarily placated, the table resumed their conversation and breakfast was finished. Nothing that couldn't be conveyed by pointed stares and gestures was kept to themselves.

It was then that the landline once again rung, Alfred answering and heading to the coat rack near the entrance. "Danny is here to pick me up, I will be back before dinner, I shall see you all later"

Once the door closed all hell broke loose.

Reigning in the chaos Bruce gave out assignments "Dick head to the cave and inform Barbara about the situation, ask if she can find anymore information on the Nightingale-Masters children. Damian go with him, see if you can help. Everyone elss help me with the clean up and then well head to the cave"

Nodding everyone headed to do their tasks.

....It was going to be a long day..

[kaoribriefs]

it was strange for her, it was something new even though she hadn't been a child for a long time. Dany found this way of making love from her new husband strange, he was hungry of her but it wasn't the same hunger of her sun and stars or the forgotten Daario, no, Jon Snow cared about giving her pleasure, he was strangely altruistic , when he put his head between her legs, he caressed her or looked into her eyes gently as he moved inside her. For the first time Dany felt a new warmth inside like she no longer felt from the red door, she didn't worry about being enough for Jon...but only about hearing his heartbeat...in the night.

[steddieasitgoes]

Steve owning a sphynx cat who is antisocial and always hides when he has people over at his house to the point where people don’t even know he has a cat. Cue Eddie screaming in terror when she makes her presence known on a random Saturday in December.

Steve scolds him for yelling because he’ll startle Princess and Eddie looking at Steve with astonishment, going: “That thing is not a Princess. It’s an abomination! It looks like Gollum!”

Princess hisses before strutting over to where Steve sits on the couch and cuddles up on his chest. And Steve just looks at Eddie like: “She’s my princess if you have a problem with her there’s the door.”

Obviously Eddie’s not stupid enough to walk out on Steve over a damn cat but he’s not exactly thrilled about sharing him with the hairless monstrosity staring at him.

Jokes on him though because within two weeks he and Princess are best friends, always napping together much to Steve’s chagrin. “Guess she likes me better, Stevie.”

“Yeah because you’re both heathens!”

[stars-obsession-pit]

So a person requested (in messages) me to write a drabble thing based on this prompt. I’m not really into de-aged characters, but I thought of a way to focus it more on Jason’s reaction rather than the childcare part and felt cool with writing that.

So, uh, hope you like this I guess, @phantomrosereader…

Alright. Alright. Alright alright alrigh—

Nope. They’re still there. Fuck. Jason is not at all prepared to be a father. Nor does he want to show back up at the manor right now carrying two children and be forced to explain all this.

Wait, how did the kids even get there? Who was the mother? Why did they never contact him before?

…Did they contact him before? Can he really be certain he’s not missing any more memories?

He forcefully shook his head. No. No focusing on that right now. He’s fine. No spiraling allowed. He has to deal with this first.

Seriously, fuck. How is he a dad?

He… he should look into the mother. At least then he’d have more to go off of when he talks to Alfred. The note did give a name, but it wasn’t nearly enough to go off of on its own. Danny is hardly an uncommon name. Although, it does seem like a guy’s name—maybe Danny is trans? That would narrow the search down, but would that be enough? Even if he could get it down to just a handful of options, he had no way to determine which Danny was his. The kids seemed to have mostly inherited his own appearance…

Wait, that’s it! Genetic tests!

Despite his strained relationship with the other Bats, he still has access to their resources. A test wouldn’t take too long to give results. And also, it might reveal some other info like allergies he’d need to know.

***

Jason frowned at his laptop as his eyes flitted across the details of the error message. Apparently, some parts of the kids’ genes had been completely unreadable to the scanner and thus it couldn’t form a full profile.

Sighing, he clicked the popup closed. He could at least look at what results had come through. Maybe they’d be enough.

That hope dwindled as he scanned the full data, the corruption looking more dire than he expected. Even if the legible parts did succeed at painting a picture of the kids being related, the swaths of gibberish made meaningfully searching for the mother likely hopeless. However, there did seem to be a pattern to the broke areas. Something tickled at the back of his mind. He felt like he’d seen this before. Could that mean the mother was a meta or alien? Those were on a separate database, so that might resolve the issue. But that would require him to go to the manor, and he was still very hesitant to do that.

So instead, he pulled up his own test results to compare. Maybe they’d let him figure something ou—

He froze.

That’s why he recognized the corruption. Ever since his revival, his own genetic results exhibited almost the exact same pattern of issues.

Oh Hell, did the kids inherit the side effects of the Pit from him?

He looked over at the kids, sleeping peacefully in their seats, and prayed that they hadn’t. He didn’t think he’d be able to forgive himself if they had to suffer through the Pit Rage their whole lives just because of him.

He… he had to go to the manor. There was no pushing this off any longer. This situation was far too big for him to deal with on his own. He couldn’t risk leaving his kids to suffer alone.

Hopefully Alfred with his parenting skills and Damian with his knowledge of the Lazarus Pits (and similar experience of being descended from a user of them) would be able to help. Or if that failed, maybe he could guilt trip Bruce into getting the Justice League Dark to help.

[raccoonrobyn-imagines]

My last post inspired me slightly, so I now must put this out into the universe.

So, I know that DC lore is too expansive, but you know what story I love? It's the one where catwoman was going to marry Bruce, but realized that Gotham needed Batman more, and so she did the most badass thing ever to Bruce.

She left him at the alter and sold the engagement ring. She didn't even show up iirc

How does this mix with Danny Phantom, you might ask?

What if she took a small road trip with her two besties (ivy and harley of course), and went to a castle that is somehow in America with the intent to steal something? Just to try and console herself after she had to give up her love for the man she adores in one of the only ways she knows how.

And what if, while she's there, she finds a small black haired, blue eyed child? One that could have looked like her and Bruce if they could have been together?

[magalidragon]

🏒 the deal 🎶 | “Sometimes people sneak up on you and suddenly you don't know how you ever lived without them.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @youwerenevermine! 🥳🥰😘🤗🎂🎈🎊🎁 Okay fine whatever so I am a few hours your time early, but I was so excited to share and honestly, the world is going to end soon and I wanted to get ahead of the game. I went back and forth over what to do for you and couldn’t decide so went with this. The original hockey boyfriend Mr. Garrett Graham and sassy Hannah Wells! It is Jonerys meets THE DEAL! I hope you like it! So grateful to this fandom for introducing me to you! Love you bby! 😘

There was a very strong possibility Jon Snow had made a terrible mistake making this deal with Daenerys Targaryen. He figured it was easy enough; she was a smarty pants and could help him get his grade up in what was supposed to be an "easy A" philosophy class and keep him from getting benched. In doing so, he'd pretend to date her and the guy she had a crush on-- fucking Robb, his own damn cousin-- would see her as a bit more than weird silver-haired purple-eyed Dany and want to ask her out. Since Robb wanted anything he couldn't have-- particularly if Jon had it first.

Now he was watching Robb openly flirt with her and was squeezing his beer bottle so hard he figured he'd be benched not for his shitty philosophy grade but for having to get stitches in his stick hand. It was supposed to be an easy quid-pro-quo. A deal. Started off more annoying than anything else-- Dany could not have cared one single snowflake that he was Queen Alysanne University's star left winger and frequently let him know it. He honestly appreciated it, even if he had to really wear her down, chasing her all over Winterfell to get her to concede.

That had honestly been fun. Then there were their random long conversations after studying. Topics ranged from the best pizza toppings-- pepperoni and more pepperoni for him, while she saw nothing wrong with pineapple on her pizza-- to the best Marvel movie-- he didn't mind that movie about 'The Eternals' while she thought it sucked and liked 'Ant Man' more, all the way over to which House of Commons member should win the two highly competitive ridings near Winterfell or who really won the War of Five Kings?

He also had admitted to her some things he'd never shared with anyone. That he might be the aloof "Ice Man" of QAU hockey who could get any girl he wanted, he actually played that image outside of his truly private life. In reality he just couldn't think of girls, he was too busy trying to do his best to keep his grades up to get a very difficult degree in metallurgy and cultural anthropology while also making sure he didn't lose his rookie contract with the Winterfell Wolves professional hockey team.

Just like he knew all she wanted was to get the bonus money from the School of Drama and Music's winter showcase to help with her mother's medical bills, back in Pentos. That her dream was to sing on stage at the King's Landing Opera House.

All of that swam in his head, those conversations and late nights, sitting out in the quad on a blanket while she quizzed him on long dead Maesters, or that time she'd come to one of his games and he'd scored a hat trick, so she ahd to come to every singel one afterward.

He had done his job; he talked her up to Robb. He lingered in the living room of his and Robb's shared house when they would talk, just in case there needed to be extra prodding. Now they were on a bloody, fucking date.

"Jon, buddy, let go of the beer. The beer didn't do anything to you. Come on man, there you go." His friend and other roommate, Satin, carefully pried his fingers off the glass neck, moving the bottle to the oak bartop. "Alright, so when are you going to tell her?"

"Huh?" He was now glaring at the back of Robb's stupid auburn head, wondering if he could cut off those fucking curls while he was sleeping and blame their fourth roommate Theon. "Tell her what?"

"That you're in love with her, you dipshit."

Thank the gods he wasn't holding the beer bottle because he'd have definitely dropped it. He also was glad he didn't have any beer in his mouth, because that would have been sputtered everywhere as he gaped at Satin, who was now studying his fingernails nonchalantly. "Wha...what...I'm not....she's a friend! She wasn't just a friend, she was...Dany.

Dany, whose first words to him were: "I'm sorry do I know you?"

Dany, who always tied her long silver braids up on her head in a knot using pencils. Who hummed random song llyrics and chords and scribbled them on ltitle pieces of paper. Who had a voice that sounded like fucking angels from teh rafters. Who snorted and cackled when she laughed. Who called him "Wolf Man" instead of "Ice Man" because he had a wolf back home and one tattooed on his arm.

Dany....Dany who always smelled like lemons and lavender and who...

He blinked. It was like seeing everything under a different filter. Brighter. Across the bar, he watched Dany laugh at something Robb said, but it didn’t meet her eyes. She was playing with the silver guitar pick she used, something he had learned was a nervous habit. Her eyes— vibrant, happy lavender— did not fully meet his, but he knew she had glanced his way.

Gods. Was he in love with her? Was that what this feeling was? He couldn’t love her. He had to focus on hockey and studying and…it was just easier to keep that other side of him out there. If Jon Snow actually found a girl…a music major who didn’t know a deke from a slapshot and thought there were quarters not periods…he’d never hear the end of it.

He didn’t care. He didn’t want her with Robb. “And why is that?” Satin asked.

Fuck he said that out loud? “Because she’s mine,” he snapped. He paused. “No she is her own person of course I don’t own her obviously but…” He drained the beer bottle. This was one thing Robb was not going to steal from him. He stomped over to their table and didn’t even wait for his cousin to say anything before he glanced at Dany. “Get your coat, we still have to finish that Agatha show.”

She cocked her head up, confused. “Jon what…”

“Come on.”

“Jon,” Robb began, but he didn’t even have time to finish. Jon grabbed Dany’s hand, tugging her away and towards the back corridor. “What the seven hells Jon!”

If she wanted to fight him, she could. He’d let her anyway. Dany did not pull very hard and protested over Robb’s loud complaining. “Jon seriously what the fuck are you doing?!” She pushed at his chest when he tugged them into the stairwell that led up to the bar manager office, the dim lighting throwing her face in relief. She was fuming. She was a dragon, he expected it. “What was that!?”

“I want to see something.” He didn’t wait for a response. He had to do this. So he crashed his mouth down over hers.

The shock had her gasping, lips parting under his. Soft, plump, perfect lips, and he pressed gently, his hands dropping to her small waist to hold her upright against the wall. She had her hand on his shoulder and for a second he didn’t think she was going to kiss back and made to pull away, apology at the ready, knowing he had fucked this up completely.

Until her hands dove into his hair and she opened her mouth wider, moaning and pulling him to her. He groaned, desperate now, a man who had his first taste of water after wandering a desert, and cupped her jaw, angling her head so he could rise over her, sliding his tongue along hers. Gods. She tasted like strawberries. How!? One of life’s mysteries, he supposed.

The need for air separated them, their breathing ragged and foreheads touching, noses brushing. Her gaze lifted, meeting his. “I take it you don’t think I should see Robb?”

He shook his head, whispering, “Come home with me. I’ll make you a deal.”

“And what’s that?”

He kissed her again, nipping her bottom lip. Her breasts were pressed to his chest and his knee had wedged itself between hers. They were about ten seconds away from a public indecency charge. His voice dropped, gravelly. “You come home with me and I’ll make you come within ten minutes. Five, even.”

Her cheeks flushed pink. “And what do you get out of this deal?” she asked.

He pretended to think, before flashing a grin. “The knowledge I made you come. Oh and, our next movie night you don’t wear underwear.”

She smirked now. “I am not one of your puck bunnies.”

“And you know I don’t do puck bunnies.”

After a second, she barely nodded. “Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got Wolf Man.”

“So it’s a deal then Targy?” She hated that nickname. The glare she shot him had him grinning.

She pulled at his hand, towards the back exit. “It’s a deal.”

[4throbin4life]

What if Dani was like Hantengu from demon slayers when it came to her duplicates?

Like Vlad and Danny have their duplicates that look and act exactly like them of how they want, but what if Dani being a clone (the only surviving clone at that) changes the experience for her?

In fics we're always making the destabilization of the other clones before they can actually have a life a sad thing (bc it is) so what if Dani's clones are the others nestled in her core? Or the emotional imprint of her brothers on her ectoplasm?

What if she pops out a duplicate for the first time and it's one of the Danny exacts that was almost stable but didn't make it and she has an emotional breakdown? This can go so many ways, like the duplicates can have their own personality and finally live lives or you can make it angsty and make it as if she avoids using that power because she can't stand having to see them pop out of existence when she runs out of ectoplasm.

They could work like Danny's duplicates and pop when she runs out of ecto or she loses concentration or they could not need her to concentrate because they have their own personalities and all they need is to feed off of her ecto to stay in one shape.

There's a lot of ways this can go and I just wanted to put this out there in hope of someone writing a fic of this. If you do please put the link or name in the comments please🥺🥺

[1-danid]

A torn sheet of crumpled paper landed in your lap. Their was only one person brave enough to pass notes in Miss Smiths class. The one and only Gwen Stacy who seemed to always be Smiths favourite no matter what she did. As much as you wanted to ignore the letter you could feel Gwen's intense gaze on you as she waited for you to open the letter.

Soon enough you were passing the same note back and forth, the lesson long forgotten.

Blue is Gwen, Pink is you.

When you told me you we're a fan of villains in mask I didn't think you'd send me Ghost Spider edits.

Gwen. Mrs Smith is gonna catch us.

No she won't live a little. Since when do you like ghost spider? Isn't she like a murder?

I've always liked her doofus. You've just never asked. And Ghost Spider isn't a murder she saved my aunts dog. Anyone who saves the dogs is a hero in my eyes.

You know. Your the weirdest friend I have.

Yeah but I'm your favourite. Now stop before we get a detention, again.

Gwen chuckled as she placed the note in her jacket pocket. You were always full of surprises. Maybe Ghost Spider would have to pay her biggest fan a visit. After all you were special to Gwen.

[nats-w1fe]

Choose

Shauna Shipman x Reader/Lottie Mathews x Reader

Summary: Winter started to creep up, and you all realized it was time. Time for another hunt.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Not accurate to how the actual scene went!!, Betrayal, major character death, angst, bad writing tbh

A/n: working on a Shaunahat piss kink request atm (I say as casually as I can)! For now you guys can have this!

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You knew food was starting to become harder to come by, and you knew soon winter would come and those cards would soon too come out. But for now, till the snow fell—you salvaged any moment of peace you could get.

You’d been dating Shauna and Lottie since way before the crash, the three of you kept your relationship a secret until doomcoming. Everyone was surprisingly very supportive.

To say you were happy together would be an understatement, even in such a cruel place you knew you had each other. And those girls protected you like it was the most important thing in the world. Because, to them, you were the most important thing in the world.

They were the first ones that you told about your autism, but of course they could already tell. You had always been different You got overwhelmed easily, certain textures made you uncomfortable and could even make you cry. You were sensitive, very sensitive.

They never made fun of you for the way you were though, no, they helped you in any way they could. The favoritism was evident.

If there was spare food, it was yours. If there were spare blankets, they were yours. Someone built the best hut? That hut was now yours. Nobody seemed to care much for the favoritism though, which confused you. When you brought it up to Van all she said was, “well your Y/n, so y’know” she smiled at you as if the answer was obvious and made any sense.

Everyone was kind to you, you never argued with people. Even if people hated Shauna, they never hated you. Which made life easy for you.

But as happy as you may have been, you still missed home. You missed the warm embrace from your mother and father, you missed your little brother Jake who would force you to play cars with him. You regretted all the times that you turned down that offer.

But when the chance to go home finally came. You were stopped. Stopped by the two people you least expected, yet at the same time, it couldn’t be anyone else.

Lottie was first to refuse, then Shauna joined her. You could only stare in shock as Natalie scolded them. You tried to argue, to reason. But Shauna shut you down with a quick glare. Lottie comforted you that night as you cried in her arms, crying harder than you ever had before. She whispered to you about the wilderness needing you to stay here.

Specific words of hers caught your attention though, “It’s not done with you Y/n, I’ve seen the vision, of what it needs from you, don’t worry, only a few more days” you didn’t understand what she meant by that, you didn’t think you’d ever understand.

And on that night, when the snow fell, all your hope had faded away. You finally gave up. You were stuck here, for life, no matter how much you tried to deny it. The wilderness was too rooted deep inside you to leave anyway.

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The sound of screaming was what woke you up. You rose from your bed that you shared with Shauna and Lottie.

Lottie groaned and gripped your waist, not wanting to let go, “Lot, we have to go look” you told her in a quiet whisper, “Shauna’s already gone”. She grumbled something under her breath before getting up and walking out with you.

You held her hand as the two of you walked together, the cold breeze shot a chill down your spine and you instinctively moved closer to Lottie.

When you arrived at the animal pen, where the scream came from, your eyes widened at the sight and you felt your stomach drop. The animals laid on the floor, dead.

You quickly covered your mouth with your hand, holding back bile that tried to force its way out your throat. “What happened…” Shauna muttered looking around at the state of the place. You looked over at Akilah who was knelt on the floor, clutching the body of a goat.

Your heart broke out the sight and you slowly made your way over to her. You crouched beside her and pulled her into a hug. "It's just like in my vision. They're gone, my babies, they..." she muttered frantically.

"How?" you asked, looking at the bodies that surrounded all of you, it was a horrid sight that made your stomach churn. "Maybe it wants us to leave" Natalie said. You all turned to her.

Maybe she was right.

"We got too arrogant. It's unhappy with us. We have to prove our faithfulness. It wants blood" Lottie announced, looking at you. You turned to Lottie. She stood next to Shauna. The two of them looked so powerful, yet terrifying. You hesitantly stood up and walked over to them. "We've done nothing but spill blood. Coach, the scientist, the... the guide." you listed off to them.

"But they were all our enemies." Mari spoke up. You quickly turned to her, furrowing your brows. Why was she agreeing with them? Mari of all people. "Mari what are you talking about?" Natalie asked her.

"Mari's right. We haven't offered it ourselves. It's not a real sacrifice unless we cherish it. We have to have another hunt." Lottie suddenly said. Your heart dropped. Your eyes widened and you stepped closer to her and Shauna. Your voice lowered to a whisper. "Lot, are you sure this is a good idea?" you asked her, putting your hand on her arm.

She gave you a gentle smile, but it only unsettled you more. She took your hand and held it in hers. "Baby, it’s what it wants, trust me" she laid a gentle kiss on your hand.

"I agree. And we have to do it right this time. We have to show the Wilderness our respect." Shauna said, mostly to you. You looked down at the ground, your mind reeling and heart racing. Shauna put her arm around your waist and pulled you close to her. "Nothing will happen to you, baby" she whispered, "I'll make sure".

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That morning came quicker than you had hoped it would. When you finally woke up you were greeted by the bright sun shining through the cracks of the hut. Your brows furrowed and you reached for Shauna who laid beside you.

You practically climbed on top of her, burying your face in her neck to hide your eyes from the sun. Shauna chuckled and gently rubbed your back in slow, gentle circles.

"Morning" she whispered to you. You lifted your head and looked at her with a small smile. The sun reflected onto you perfectly. Shauna thought. You looked beautiful, angelic even. "Morning babe" you replied, your voice quiet.

"can we sleep in?" you asked her. One good thing that came out of Shauna becoming the antler queen was that you got to sleep in. She was in charge so you wouldn't get told off. Shauna shook her head, "Not today doll, sorry" she gave you a gentle kiss. You returned it eagerly and when she pulled away you sat up with an exaggerated groan.

"Once your dressed go help Lottie with her chores" Shauna told you as she stood up. She leaned forward and gently tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. You stood up and gave her another kiss. She chuckled slightly into the kiss but made no move to pull away.

Once you pulled away you smiled up at her, "I love you" you said. You had said it a million times before. It was nothing new. Yet, this time, it had so much more meaning. She kept her smile, but it altered to a bit of a more confused smile. "You okay?" she asked you, gently cupping your face in her hands. You nodded, "I'm fine" you gave her one last peck on the lips before getting changed and walking out of the hut.

You found Lottie standing out in the snow, she was staring up at the trees and seemed to be muttering something. You walked over to her, she turned around, probably hearing your incoming steps. “Hiya” you smiled at her

She smiled too, but you knew Lottie, you knew when something was wrong. Your brows furrowed and you stepped closer to her. “Whats wrong?” you asked her, putting a hand on her arm. She hesitated for a moment.

“I feel, weird, about this hunt” she admitted. Your eyes widened slightly. Lottie never usually felt anything that went against the wilderness and her usual beliefs, so now you were concerned. “Lot, you know we don’t have to do this? I’m sure everyone would much prefer to not do it anyway” you said with a chuckle, but she shook her head. “No, it has to be done, I just…a vision I had, I’m scared it’ll come true” she admitted to you.

Before you could even begin to ask her to elaborate, the others started walking out of their huts. Shauna began instructing them all to stand in a circle and they did as they were told without question. Yet, you could see the hesitation in their eyes, the fear, the regret.

You made your way over, standing beside Hannah. You took a deep breath and watched as Van shuffled the cards. She glanced at Taissa then to Natalie. Your brows furrowed, wondering what was going on. “Sh-Should I…?” Van asked, her voice was shaky. Shauna gave a rough nod, “You can start”.

Van picked a card off of the deck, you couldn’t see what it was, but it wasn’t the queen and that’s what mattered. The cards continued their way around the group. You noticed the continuous glances between Van and Taissa but you said nothing. Then all of a sudden, Shauna moved, she stood beside you. You looked slightly confused. “Shauna, what... You don't need to take any extra risk. You can go back to your spot.” Taissa told her, holding her hand out.

Shauna cocked a brow and tilted her head, “How'd you get into AP Stats? It doesn't change the odds. Besides, I trust whatever It wills. Misty, keep going.” She insisted. Misty did as she said, continuing to hand the cards out to everyone. Then she got to Shauna. You looked at her as she pulled the card off of the deck. It wasn’t the queen. You let out a sigh of relief. She smiled at you and then it was your turn.

You didn’t realise your hand was shaking until you reached out and took the card. All eyes were on you. Your heart raced. You turned the card around and your heart dropped. Tears filled your eyes almost instantly. You showed the card to the group. “No…redraw! We’re doing it again!” Shauna yelled, grabbing the cards roughly from Misty’s hands. “No! It chose…” Lottie told you all, she stepped forward, clutching an axe in her hand.

You looked at Lottie, “One…” she started to count. You felt your heart break into a million pieces. “Shauna” you called to her, your voice shaking. She couldn’t even look at you.

You looked at the others, Van, crying and avoiding your gaze. Taissa stared at you, too shocked to speak. That was the same for the others. You quickly took the cloak off of yourself.

You stumbled backwards, Lottie continued to count and as she got to four you sprinted off as fast as she could. The wind blew through your face, the sharp stabs of snowflakes slapped your face as you ran but you tried to ignore them.

Your heart was in your throat, fear pumped adrenaline threw your body and you ran faster than you had ever run before. Then you heard the howling, they were coming. They were hunting you like an animal. You fell to the floor, cutting your foot on a branch.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed, clutching your foot. You sobbed, looking around to see if anyone had gotten close. You then saw Van, Natalie, Mari and Melissa approach. You quickly tried to get up to your feet. “No, no, no, no” you muttered, trying to run but you fell over.

Van rushed to your side, she brought you up to your feet, you screamed. “Please don’t! Van please!” you cried. “Y/n! Look at me!” she exclaimed, you looked at her, sniffling.

“We’re not going to kill you, we’ve got a plan to get home, we need you to be a decoy, to divert Shauna, Lottie and a few of the others away, can you do that?” she asked you, speaking slowly and kindly for you.

You shook your head frantically, “I can’t, I can’t” you sobbed, “I wanna go home” your flexed and unflexed your hands repeatedly, stimming. Natalie come over to you, taking your hand in hers. “Hey, hey, Y/n look at me” she spoke calmly but you could still hear the fear in her voice. You looked at her, “I know this is stressful and scary, but this is how we can go home okay? Take deep breaths and try your best okay?” she asked you, gently rubbing your arm to try and soothe you.

You nodded and finally managed to calm yourself as much as you could though your heart still pounded in your chest. “I’ll try” you assured them, Van suddenly lunged at you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Be safe Y/n” Van asked you.

Once she pulled away you ran off in the direction you heard the howling coming from. You turned to look behind you but just as you did you ran straight into someone. You grunted and fell to the floor. Your eyes widened but you physically relaxed when you realised it was just Lottie. You quickly stood up. “Lottie, you’ve gotta help me” you asked her, grabbing her hand. You noticed the way her eyes filled with guilt, you looked confused, “Lot?” you asked. “I’m sorry baby, its what it wants” she grabbed you by the back of your neck and lifted a knife. You screamed and tried to shove her hand away, “I’m so sorry baby” she muttered.

Just as she was about to bring the knife down, Mari shoved her away. You looked at her, “Run!” she yelled to you. You turned on your heels and sprinted off.

Lottie was going to kill you. Your Lottie. She was really going to kill you.

You stopped in your tracks when you noticed some others, including Shauna, starting to approach, they were at all angles. There was no where you could go now.

You choked out a sob, standing in the middle of them all as they slowly approached, “Shauna” you called to her, sniffling. She looked at you through her mask, she tightened her grip on the handle of her knife. “Please..” you muttered, knowing she could hear still, “I’m scared”. You heard someone running up behind you, you quickly turned and stumbled back.

Then all of a sudden, the sound of twigs snapping came from underneath you. and you dropped. You didn’t know how long you fell for, but when you felt the spikes impale you, you knew it was over.

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“NO!” Shauna screamed, she dropped her knife, running over to the pit. She looked down and saw your body laying there. Spikes stuck through your body in numerous places. She fell to her knees beside the pit, crying out. Lottie came up behind her, “It’s what it wanted Shauna, I saw the vision, its why we had to stay, it was so desperate for her…she was different, she was struggling and it freed her”

[danidrabbles]

🎵💚 hi Dani!!!

Maia, you sent me this ask literally over two years ago, but inspiration strikes when you least expect it. Thank you 💚 Sorry for the wait. And sorry this is sad.

Send me a 🎵, I'll put my music on shuffle and write something inspired by that song.

Pairing: Frankie Morales / f!reader

Rating: Mature

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Frankie doesn’t know if he would label himself a particularly romantic person, but the thought of making a commitment to someone and make it last, that did do something to him.

There’s never really been anybody he had that with, not even Isabella’s mother. It all went so fast, they barely had time to figure out what there was between them before she got pregnant. Besides, he isn’t sure he’s very deserving of something like that. There’s so much bad shit he’s done in his life, so much he will have to atone for.

But on the few occasions he has allowed himself to picture himself like that, he saw your face.

As if on cue, Frankie spots you across the dancefloor.

Your smile is blinding, and it makes him smile in turn, only spreading wider when you start walking towards each other at the same time. More and more of you comes into view the more people you pass. You look beautiful this evening — easily the most beautiful woman at the party. He doesn't care much for the colour you’re wearing, usually, but of course, it suits you perfectly; an angel on the dancefloor, drifting towards him, closer, closer, until you meet in the middle.

“Frankie!” you greet him. “Come dance with me!”

Before he knows it, your arm is slung around his neck and he’s being led to move with the music — thankfully for him, you remember how well he can dance, and are letting him get away with a gentle sway.

Instantly, he knows not resisting this was a mistake.

You’re so close like this, practically pressed up against him. It takes everything in him to not look away from your sweet face, the happiness that seems to be plastered there permanently making him feel like a schoolboy with a crush. Not that that comparison is far off. The smell of your fragrant, flowery perfume fills his nose with each little circle you make the two of you sway in. Your arm has drifted down from his neck, your hand now a warm and comforting weight on his shoulder, the touch practically burning through the grey of his suit. Your other hand is held in his, and he has to make sure he doesn’t overdo it. Hold, but don’t squeeze, he has to remind himself. It’s the same for the hand on the small of your back, hold, don’t pull you closer no matter how badly he might want to. It’s like you’re never close enough, always slipping away at the promise of something.

It registers to him then that you’re speaking, asking questions, even.

How’s your mom been? And how’s Isa?

Frankie answers, something generic but truthful, all the while preoccupied with that little mark on your face, and the way your lips quirk up and your eyes go soft at the mention of Isabella starting pre-school. 

He asks you something in return, something about the trip he knows you have coming up, and shit, he doesn’t actually listen because you smile so brightly, and talk with so much enthusiasm.

It makes something simmer in the pit of his stomach, something that he doesn’t want to allow himself to feel around you, but that inevitably resurfaces each time you’re close.

He’s a pushover — has a bit of a soft mind and zero willpower when it comes to himself — when it comes to this. Indulging himself, he gives into it, all while hearing you talk as he doesn’t actually listen (something about a “plane”, a “beach”, and about “mountains”), and the thoughts come immediately.

He wishes he could kiss you, feel the soft press of your lips against his just once, and that he could hear words of affection directed at him escape between kisses, and—

With a giggle, you twirl yourself under his arm, before coming back to him, and he manages to flash you a smile in return.

—that he could compliment your clothes without it sounding all wrong, like he wants something from you — even though he does want something from you.

He works out a reply to your story (“Yes, it sounds beautiful.”), before losing control of his head, thinking about how he wishes he had the privilege of taking the pearly-sheened garment off you after taking you back to his. Or, perhaps, that you’d both be too eager and would find the nearest bathroom right here. That he could ruck up the ivory skirts and take you right then and there… If he really tries, he can picture the lingerie that would be revealed to him once he did, how wet you’d be for him, how sweet you’d sound as you beg him to take you apart, as you admit that it’s all you thought about all night and that you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. 

Maybe he should tell you; not all of that, of course, but the feelings he has for you — has always had for you. 

That thought enters his head unexpectedly, although it’s not the first time that it does, and it makes him feel emboldened.

“Hey,” he begins, and he grimaces at the panicked, loud volume of his voice, at how out of place his tone is. He’s also pretty sure he’s interrupting you… 

If he did, you don’t make it that obvious, because all you do in reply is search his face with quiet curiosity, eyes narrowing slightly— 

A tap on the shoulder startles Frankie. When he looks back, he finds Santi standing behind him, holding his hand out expectantly.  

“Mind if I steal my wife back from you, Fish?” he asks. 

Santiago’s gaze drifts, inevitably, to you, and his eyes nearly squeeze shut on accord of the big smile that begins stretching across his face. “God, that’s still sounds—” 

Frankie doesn’t hear what Santi says next, all he can focus on is how the moment has passed. Your hand slides from his, his shoulder grows cold in the absence of your touch, he has to let go of your waist. It’s like his heart literally sinks to the pit of his stomach. He blurts out, “Of course, man,” or at least something like it, and manages to mimic Santi’s expression, even though he suspects his copy doesn’t reach his eyes. 

Your attention that was solely focussed on himself a moment ago is now entirely focused on his best friend — on your husband.  

Frankie swallows around the lump in his throat as he watches your fingers interlock with Santi’s. He watches Santi use his grip on you to pull you against him and plant a big kiss on your brow, but it’s the, “You look so beautiful,” he murmurs into your hairline that makes him truly have to avert his gaze. 

With a giggle, you shush him. “Before you came to steal me away, Frankie looked like he was about to tell me something important,” you scold. 

Frankie laughs, a sound that comes out so hollow and fake that it almost makes him let out a genuine laugh. “It’s noth—It’s not important.” 

“Okay..,” you nod, clearly not entirely convinced but letting it slide with a yelp when Santi pinches your side. “Well, in that case, thank you for the dance, mister Morales,” you say playfully, fixing him with a theatrical bow. 

“Of course,” Frankie replies, throat still tight. 

As you walk off, your silhouettes blur with the mist that gathers in Frankie’s eyes, and it turns the newlyweds into a blob of black and white, melted together at the side. 

He knows it’s not just the sudden wave of sadness that makes him emotional, it’s everything at once. 

Longing. Envy. Shame. Loneliness. Rejection. Grief. 

Mostly, it’s how much he feels like an idiot for his feelings, for his unrealistic expectations, for his inability to let this go and for having so little impulse control that he almost ruined the wedding party of two people he cares about because of his own selfish—

He takes a shuddering breath, balls his hands to firsts and wills the tears away. Not here. Not now. Along with everyone, he watches Santi and you sway, and kiss.

Frankie forces himself to smile, believing that perhaps this is, in fact, his punishment.

━━━━━━━━━

My notes for this as I was listening were: 

Dancing, obviously. Maybe at a wedding? A secret crush. That just has Frankie vibes to me, like, from his POV. The bridge kind of sounds like an inner monologue of everything he wishes he could do/would do for her (“I'd kiss you as the lights went out / Swaying as the room burned down / I'd hold you as the water rushes in / If I could dance with you again”) and like everything else is drowned out, maybe I should translate that into the piece. But also: his hands are tied and there’s a bad feeling involved. Maybe there has to be a catch, or a twist.

[abubblingcandle]

🌻🌺🌹🌸🌹🌷🌹🌻🌹🌷🌹🌸🌹🌺🌻

Thank you love!! Such a nice bouquet so you get a nice drabble snippet from Day 2: Platonic Bathing (Misery Vanquished By Company)

Dani was miserable. He had made his reputation as being a human ball of sunshine but that was when he was fit. When he was injured it was something completely different. When his knee first exploded on him, Dani had waited and then flown back home to have his family dote upon him and deal with his sulking. This time the injury was not as bad, he would likely only be out for a few weeks but he was already miserable. Everyone else was at training but there was no point Dani being miserable there. He might as well be miserable in the dark, on the settee of his own house. “Dani boy we’re coming in! If you are naked I cannot promise I won’t look!” “Jamie, no.” Those two shouts were all the warning Dani got before Jamie and Sam came bursting through his front door laden down with bags and bags of stuff.

[mumms-the-word]

Not that anyone asked but if Gale is 35 then that makes my 25yo Tav Dani a decade younger than him

It is my personal headcanon that she doesn’t find out his age until after they’re consistently dating (like act 3 or thereabouts) and it doesn’t bother her, but it’s something she teases him about occasionally (i.e., “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll keep you young. At heart.” “My love, I’m not THAT old….”)

Her immediate reaction to his marriage proposal is of course smiles and tears and “YES” and so forth and she’s happy to talk about their upcoming nuptials to anyone who will listen

But it only takes a day for her to suddenly announce that while being the hero of Baldur’s Gate is fun and all, she’s got loftier goals in mind now that he has proposed

He looks at her curiously and asks, “What’s that, my love?”

She flashes her newly acquired engagement ring and strikes a little pose.

“Trophy wife.”

Gale pinches the bridge of his nose. “No.”

[steddieasitgoes]

Do I have more important projects with actual deadlines I should be working on? Yes. Did I write a silly failed shower sex ficlet instead? Also yes. Enjoy!

Also, they don’t actually do anything but there is some suggestive language/jokes so minors be gone!

When it came to showering, Eddie and Steve had very different ideas about the ideal water temperature.

Eddie’s used to fast, lukewarm showers that border more on the cold side. Years and years of conserving the hot water for Wayne and his aching bones have taught him how to be quick and adjust to the cold water hitting his body. If he’s honest with himself, he prefers the cold water now. It energizes him in a way a cup of bitter coffee never has.

Steve, on the other hand, is used to warm showers with water so hot it’s a degree away from scalding temperatures. The type of showers that leave the mirror fogged up and his body flushed red when he steps out fifteen or twenty minutes later.

Naturally, the first time Steve and Eddie decided to shower together was an utter disaster.

It was meant to be intimate and sexy. Steve had mentioned that he’d never fucked anyone in his shower before and Eddie, always eager to take a first away from Steve, had sprung up from the plush mattress and dragged him into the en suite.

They stripped the clothes off each other in a quiet sort of fervor. Eager, but also wanting to savor the moment. It wasn’t often they got to see each other like this. Standing bare in the warm lighting of Steve’s bedroom. Usually, they spent their time, naked on their backs in beds. This was different.

Marveling at Steve’s adonis-level body for too long always made Eddie a bit twitch, so after a moment or two he tugged him into the shower to officially get things started. At least, that was the plan but the minute the warm water landed on Eddie’s skin he let out an ear-piercing yelp and leaped so high, he nearly hit his head on the ceiling above.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he swore.

“What the hell, Eds?” Steve shouts back, slicking his wet hair back as the warm water hits his back.

“What do you mean ‘what the hell’ you’re the one who's trying to burn my dick off!”

Steve snorted, stepping further into the stream of hot water. “Don’t be dramatic. S’just a little warm.”

“Just a little warm,” Eddie mocked as he stepped further away from the shower head, backing himself into a corner. “Stevie, you’re turning redder and redder by the second. It’s too hot!”

“No such thing as too hot.”

“My dick begs to differ!”

Without waiting for Steve to retort, Eddie reached a hand into the scalding water and turned the faucet 45 degrees in the opposite direction. In a matter of seconds, the water started cooling off. Eddie had never been more grateful for Steve’s fancy ass house and working water heater system than that moment.

This time it was Steve who yelped as the cold water assaulted his body. Thankfully, he didn’t leap like Eddie had and instead sidestepped out from under the faucet leaving enough room for Eddie to dive right under the cool stream.

“Now this is an appropriate water temperature.”

“Are you kidding me?” Steve scoffed. “My dick is shriveling up in this! Look!”

Eddie’s gaze immediately dropped and yeah, okay, that was going to be a problem.

“Damn, you really are a grower.”

“Oh my god,” Steve groaned before yanking Eddie away from the shower head.

Just as Steve was about to turn the faucet in the other direction, Eddie’s hand was on his, holding it steady.

“Eddie! I’m going to freeze if I don’t make it warmer.”

“And I’m going to melt! It’s not that bad, you’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t want to get used to it. You get used to my temperature.”

They stayed like that, hands clutched around the faucet, bickering back and forth for several more moments before coming to an impasse. In the end, neither one won The Great Water Temperature Debate and instead, they sprinted back into Steve’s room to satisfy themselves the old-fashioned way: sprawled out on Steve’s mattress, taking turns tearing each other apart.

It wasn’t until years later when they stayed at a hotel with dual shower heads, that they finally got to cross “shower sex” off their not-safe for Dustin’s eyes bucket list.

[vivitalks]

amnesty lodge interlude. aubrey is teaching her fellow sylvan lodgers a card game from earth. she is also definitely, definitely cheating.

moira is holding her own, but only because she is also cheating. barclay is cheating by pretending he's never played this game even though he's been playing it against mama for years, but he keeps getting distracted making eye contact with agent stern and losing his focus at critical moments.

jake coolice is still struggling to understand the rules.

dani is somehow wiping the floor with everyone, even though she has never played this game before and is definitely not cheating because "i have principles, aubrey." her winning streak is six games long, and aubrey's cards are starting to smoke. at which point jake gives up, barclay taps out to go make some dinner, moira retires to the piano, and aubrey has no choice but to declare dani the reigning card game champion of amnesty lodge.

"that comes with both a medal AND a crown, right?" dani says cheekily, and aubrey very maturely sticks her tongue out.